That thought sent trepidation through me. Never seeing them again shouldn’t bother me, they were practically strangers, after all, but it did bother me.
It bothered me a great deal.
Chapter Thirteen
Bran
“Bella went to bed easily tonight,” Court said when I walked into the living room.
I sank onto the couch and stretched my legs out. “She wanted Evelyn to put her to bed.”
Court stared at me over his tablet. “Are you serious?”
I nodded. The storm was particularly fierce this evening and the house was creaking and shuddering with the wind. I wondered idly if I should give Evie more blankets for her bed. I had already given her an extra two, but I doubted it would be enough to keep her warm.
Dana had experienced one cold season and it had driven her nearly mad with irritation and boredom, but I didn’t remember her constantly being cold like Evelyn was.
“Bran? Did you hear me?” Court said.
“Sorry, what?”
“I said it is strange that Bella wanted Evelyn for her sleep ritual. She does not even like me to do it.”
“I know but she insisted,” I said.
“Does that bother you?”
I stared at the flames in the fireplace as I thought about Court’s question. Did it bother me? It had only been a week since the little human had confessed about being abused and her real reason for joining the breeding program, but Bella was very taken with her. She followed her around and insisted that Evelyn play with her, bathe her, and be in her room for her bedtime ritual.
To my surprise, Evelyn had indulged her, and I even suspected that the human was growing as fond of Bella as Bella was of her.
“Does it?” Court asked again.
“It does not,” I said.
“She is a sweet girl,” Court said.
“She is.”
Court didn’t say anything else, and I raised one eyebrow at him. “Say what is on your mind, Court.”
He tossed his tablet on the table next to his chair. “We should not allow Bella and Evelyn to grow so close. Evelyn will be leaving after the storm, remember?”
“I remember,” I said, “but I do not see how we can keep Bella away from her. She is relentless and very stubborn.”
Court smiled a little. “That she is.”
He picked up his tablet and I continued to stare into the flames for nearly half an hour. In the last week, the human had started to relax around us. She assured us that her bruising was completely gone, but we still insisted that she drink gallberry juice every day and she did not fight us on it. Her anxiety was much less, but she still flinched if Court or I moved too quickly around her.
My scowl deepened. How a human male could hurt any female let alone a female as sweet and kind as Evie, I would never understand.
“Why are you scowling?” Court asked.
“Why do the human males treat their females so poorly?” I asked.
Court shrugged. “I do not know. But Evie did say that not all of them are like that.”
I made a snorting noise as another blast of wind shook the house. “I do not understand females. We would never hurt them in such a manner, and yet they still will not breed with us without getting the juice in return.”
“Some do,” Court said.
I looked away from his gaze, fresh guilt searing into my guts. Dana had been willing to mate with us, at least she made us believe she was. Perhaps it was better that most of the human females only bred with us in exchange for the juice. At least we knew their intentions from the start. At least we did not believe that they truly loved us the way we loved them.
Court stood up abruptly. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
I shook my head. For the first time in moons, there had been a contentment between us, and I had ruined it.
I always ruined it.
Court left the room, and I picked up my tablet and opened up the planting schedule program for the warm season. I made a few adjustments to how many seeds we were planting in the west field – last season the soil had been showing signs of a rugenroach infestation – and tapped in the new numbers to the east field. We would need to pick up a new part for the deocatcraft. Court had repaired it three times now and it still didn’t perform correctly. It was an added expense but with the excellent crop last season, we could afford it.
The loud hiccup made me look up from my tablet. Evelyn was standing in the room and she hiccupped again before slapping her hand over her mouth and giggling.
“Oh my gosh, excuse me,” she said. “That is so – hiccup – rude.”
“Evelyn? Are you feeling all right?”
She staggered toward me, her cheeks bright red and her curvy body swaying enticingly. She sat right beside me, her thigh touching mine, and giggled again. I tried to move over, but I was blocked by the arm of the couch. Evie never sat this close to either Court or me, and just the feel of her thigh against mine was making my cock stir.
I grimaced a little. A moon ago, I would have been thrilled that my dick even noticed a female, but that was before the, not one, but two, dreams I’d had about the little human in the last week. I’d woken from both with seed all over my belly and a vague feeling of shame. I hadn’t lost control over my own body in such a manner since I was a teen.
“Hi.” She smiled up at me. The lovely green of her eyes was only a small ring around her weirdly large pupils, and I jerked all over when she rested her soft hand on my thigh. “How are you, Bran?”
“I am fine,” I said. “Is Bella asleep?”
“She sure is. She fell asleep after ten – hiccup – minutes. She’s so sweet. I love spending time with her. Thank you for letting me do that.”
“You are welcome. Evelyn, are you ill?”
“I feel great!” She grinned at me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yes.” I froze when she moved her hand a little higher on my thigh.
“I think you’re cute.” She giggled before leaning forward and rubbing the tip of her nose against the side of my arm. “Do you think I’m cute?”
“I – yes,” I said.
Her grin widened and she said, “Can I tell you another secret?”
Her fingers were now stroking my inner thigh and my cock was half-hard and pushing against the front of my pants.
She didn’t wait for my reply. “I’ve never had sex with a Draax before and I am, like, super worried about banging the king.”
I stared at her in silent shock. What was going on with the little human?
“I’m worried that I’ll be bad at it and he’ll just, like,” she fluttered her free hand in the air, “send me right back to Earth. Oh, and I’m worried that he’ll want me to bang him and a friend and then what do I do? I mean, I have to do it because he’s the king, but what if it hurts? What if it hurts so much that I cry, and he and his friend get angry at me? You guys have big dicks, right?”
Before I could answer, she said, “My friend Candy says you have stupidly big dicks and the human guy I was with… I think he was just, like, average. Maybe? I don’t even know. But it didn’t feel that big to me. It hurt a little when he put it in me, but I think that was because it was my first time. But I didn’t cum. I pretended to because he kept asking me if I was going to cum while we were fucking, and it was getting awkward, so I just faked it.”
She sat up, her hand squeezing my leg. “Candy says you guys are awesome at sex and that I’ll want to have two of you banging me. She says it’ll change my life. She says you’re all about making a woman cum. Are you, Bran? Do you and Court like making women cum during sex?”
“We, uh… we enjoy bringing pleasure to a woman, yes.” Krono! I sounded like a froden, but I was completely unnerved by how close she was to me and the way she was speaking.
“That’s good… really good.” Evelyn had a pleased look on her face. “Hey, will you and Court have sex with me?”
My brain was buzzing with shock but
my body… well, it was more than willing to give Evelyn exactly what she asked for.
“Evelyn, what…”
My voice died in my throat when the soft little human straddled me. Her pussy rested against my growing erection and her tiny hands curled into the collar of my shirt. She pressed her mouth against mine and I groaned, my hands cupping her hips. She licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to her, groaning again when she slipped her tongue between my lips.
I cupped the back of her delicate skull, threading my fingers through her amazingly soft hair, and angled my mouth over hers. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her harder and deeper, rocking my pelvis against her when she made a soft moan.
She tasted unbelievably sweet, like gallberries and…
Krono! I pulled my mouth away and cupped her head in a firm grip when she tried to kiss me again.
“Bran, please,” she whimpered. “Kiss me.” She stuck her hands up my shirt, her fingers tracing over my stomach muscles.
I groaned, trying to ignore how good her touch felt against my skin. “Evie, did you -”
“Bran!” Court came running into the living room, holding the bottle of gallberry wine in one hand and a glass in the other. “The human drank some wine!”
“Hi, Court,” Evelyn’s smile was both shy and seductive at the same time. “Why don’t you join us? Bran said you guys would be happy to make me cum.”
“Krono.” Court’s mouth dropped open. “She is drunk, Bran.”
“Yes,” I said as I tugged Evie’s hands out from under my shirt. “I realized that when she kissed me, and I tasted the wine.”
“She kissed you?” There was no disguising the jealousy in Court’s voice.
“Because she is drunk, Court,” I said.
“I’m not drunk,” Evie protested as I gently eased her onto the couch beside me.
“You are.” Court showed her the wine bottle and the glass before sitting them on the side table. “You drank some wine.”
“Well, yeah, but only half a glass. I don’t drink that much but I’m no lightweight.” She burst into giggles before running her hands over her body. “Definitely not a lightweight. Hey, do you guys think the king will find me too fat?”
“No,” I said. “Your body is perfect.”
“Thank you.” Her pleased smile was back. “I think your body is perfect too.” She eyed Court. “I’ve been thinking about your perfect bodies a lot this week. Can I see you guys naked? Pretty please?”
Court’s face was a dark green and he gave me a helpless look. “What do we do with her?”
“Put her to bed,” I said.
“Yes,” Evie giggled before slinging her arm around my shoulders, “take me to bed, you green studs.”
She pealed more laughter as Court raised his eyebrow at me. “Studs?”
I shrugged. I had no idea what she meant either, but it didn’t matter. We needed to get her to bed before she passed out.
“You are going to bed to sleep, little human,” I said.
Evelyn pouted adorably. “But you said you and Court would fuck me.”
Court’s gaze turned to me faster than a wicken running through the jungle.
“I did not say that,” I said.
“You kind of said that,” Evelyn said.
“Bran,” Court said.
“I did not,” I said. “Court, she is drunk.”
“I am not drunk.” Evelyn puffed out her chest before giggling. “Hey, do you guys ever use contractions. Like ever?”
“We do not know what…”
“Do not.” She grinned at me and pinched my cheek. “Say ‘don’t’, Bran.”
“Don’t,” I repeated.
Her grin widened and she turned to Court. “Now you.”
“Don’t,” Court said obediently.
She giggled. “So cute.”
“Stand up, Evelyn.” I stood and took her hands before pulling her to her feet.
She swayed wildly and then leaned against me. “My head is so…” she made a twirling motion next to her head with her finger.
“Because you drank too much wine,” I said.
Court joined us as Evelyn frowned. “I only had half a glass.”
“Gallberry wine is much more potent than the wine you make on earth,” I said. “For someone as little as you, it would only take a few sips for you to feel its effects.”
“I’m not little.” Her hand traced my chest before she reached out and traced Court’s chest. I heard his sharp inhale as she smiled at him. “Although, I suppose compared to you guys, I’m on the smaller side. You’re so big, aren’t you?”
Court nodded. Evie’s hand was still tracing his chest and I could see his erection tenting his pants.
“I’d like to find out how exactly big you are,” Evelyn’s voice was growing lower, “how big and hard and warm you are.”
“Krono,” Court groaned when her fingers slipped across his stomach and then tugged on the waistband of his pants, “we need to get her to bed, Bran. Right now.”
“Yes, please. I want to fuck both of you,” Evelyn said.
Court and I groaned in unison, and cursing under my breath, I lifted Evelyn into my arms and carried her toward her bedroom.
“No, your room.” Evelyn pounded on my back. “My room is too cold.”
I ignored her and carried her into her bedroom. Court pulled back the quilt and the extra blankets and I set Evelyn on the bed. She was still dressed but helping her change into her night clothes was a dangerous idea.
I pulled up the blankets before she could climb out of bed as disappointment crossed her face. “Why won’t you guys fuck me?”
“You must go to sleep, Evelyn,” I said.
She yawned, disappointment still thick on her face. “I’m not tired. I want to fuck you.”
“We cannot,” Court said.
“You don’t want me,” she said.
“We do,” Court said.
“Court, be quiet,” I said.
He ignored me. “We do want you, little human, but not while you are drunk.”
“Tomorrow then?” she said.
Without looking at me, Court nodded. “Yes, if you still want us to fuck you tomorrow, we will.”
“Court, enough!”
My voice was raised in anger and I immediately regretted my tone, knowing it would scare the little human. To my surprise, she reached out and caught my hand without any visible fear. “Don’t be angry with him, Bran. Okay? Please?”
“Okay,” I said. “Go to sleep, Evie.”
Her smile turned sly. “Kiss, Bran.”
When I hesitated, she squeezed my hand. “Kiss, Bran.”
I leaned over her and pressed my mouth against hers. She pushed her tongue against my mouth and, unable to resist her, I parted my lips so she could slip her tongue into my mouth. I brushed her tongue with mine and then pulled back before I did something I would regret.
She pouted before smiling at Court. “Kiss, Court.”
I stepped back and Court took my place, a little too eagerly. I watched as he bent over the bed and kissed Evelyn. My cock swelled, my pants turning uncomfortably tight, as I watched them kiss with open mouths and questing tongues.
When Evelyn took Court’s hand and placed it on her breast, he cupped it and teased her nipple with his thumb. Her back arched and she moaned. The sound was almost my undoing. Before I could lose complete control, I reached out and grabbed Court’s arm, pulling him away from Evelyn.
He glared at me and I shook my head. “You cannot.”
He ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath. “You are right. Evelyn, I am sorry. I should not have done that. Please forgive me.”
We both looked at Evelyn. She was already asleep, or passed out, and I tugged the covers up to her shoulders, resisting the urge to brush my lips across hers. I followed Court out of her room and shut the door, leaning against it and heaving a sigh of relief.
Court studied me. “She wants us
to fuck her, Bran.”
“She was drunk,” I said.
“And when she is sober tomorrow?” Court said.
“She will most likely not remember what happened,” I said.
“But if she does?” Court persisted. “If she asks us to fuck her when she is clear of mind?”
“She will not,” I said. “But if she does, we have to say no. She is our future queen. Besides, the only reason she wants to sleep with us is because she has never slept with a Draax before and is afraid she will be unable to please the king. She is worried that he will send her back to Earth if she does not please him in bed, and she is worried he will ask another to join them.”
“He probably will,” Court said.
“I know.” I rubbed at my temples. “She has only slept with one human male and he did not even make her cum.”
Court’s noise of disgust almost made me grin. “Human males are useless.”
“Yes, but we cannot fuck her, Court. If she tells the king…” I glanced at Bella’s closed bedroom door.
“She will not,” Court said. “You know that, Bran. She does not want Bella to be an orphan like she was.”
I knew Court was right, but I said, “Still, we cannot sleep with her. She is our future queen and what if she became pregnant? She said she was highly compatible for breeding, remember?”
“We have plenty of the rubber tubes that humans use to prevent breeding,” Court said.
He was right. Shortly after she moved in with us, Dana had begun making Court wear them on the occasional time she would let him fuck her pussy rather than her ass. We hadn’t known it at the time, but her plan to destroy our friendship was already in motion.
“We cannot,” I repeated.
Court folded his arms across his chest, that familiar stubborn look stamped all over his face. “If tomorrow when she is sober, she asks me to fuck her, I will, Bran.”
“Court,” I said, “do not act like a stubborn froden. The human is not for us.”
Court just shook his head before turning and walking toward his bedroom. “I will not deny her what she wants.”
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