Alien Colony

by Anna Lewis

Amaya wanted to argue, wanted to pack her things and return to Brooklyn and her inevitable choice, but she should indulge her father in this one last request.

  William Bond led his daughter to the roof. She hesitated at the door, memories of her last time on the roof ringing through her mind, but she finally stepped through. Her father had made his sacrifice, and he was finally free of debt. The dragons were no danger to either of them now.

  The moment the rooftop door slammed behind her, she realized her mistake. William held a knife in his hand, an ornate silver dagger. “I’m sorry, Amaya,” he said as he lunged toward her.

  Instinct and adrenaline forced her to dodge, her father’s blow whistling past her head. Amaya barely had time to catch her balance before the blade sliced toward her again. She caught her father’s arm this time, struggling to keep the silver blade far from her.

  “You can’t be here,” her father growled, pushing against her with all of his strength. William Bond may have been an old man, but he was strong. Amaya’s arm trembled as he fought to bring the dagger back under his control.

  “Father, no,” she begged, but his eyes were blank and merciless. The dragons did not intend to see her dead, but it was obvious now that her father did.

  Amaya fought and kicked, but her father held on, the deadly blade drawing nearer and neared to her bare neck. She pushed once more, but instead of driving her father away, both of them tumbled to the ground.

  She lay there on the dirty rooftop, her father poised over her with the knife raised, and said a silent goodbye to everything she loved. She said goodbye to New York, goodbye to Central Park and, finally, a goodbye to Endres and Raeph. She’d not even known they existed until the previous night, but now they were the only things that she could think of in her final moments on the earth.

  Endres’s white blond hair and brown eyes, Raeph’s mocking grin and secret sadness. The way their scales shone as they flew through the night sky. The sound of their wings.

  The sound of their wings.

  Wings.

  Amaya opened her eyes as a pair of black talons snatched her father from her. The black dragon roared, his rage shaking the rooftop, and her father screamed as he was whipped away. A red shape zoomed past her, catching up to Raeph, and ripping her father from Raeph’s claws. Both dragons wheeled back toward the top of the Bond Building and stopped just above her.

  Endres’ eyes glowed in the heat of battle, the soft brown now a violent red. Raeph looked down at her, too, his emerald eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She looked back at the dragons, her dragons, and nodded. Endres paused for a moment, then relaxed his talons.

  William Bond screamed once, long and tortured, and then fell to the city streets below. He never made another sound.

  The night was still and silent, the only sounds were the beating wings and her own racing heart. Amaya huddled on the rooftop, shaking. She did not see which dragon gently clutched her in his talons and carried her back to the factory, but it didn’t matter. Either one would have carried her, either one would have killed her father. There was no difference in their devotion to her.

  By the time they reached the Brooklyn factory, Amaya’s decision was made.

  ***

  They sat in silence at the kitchen table.

  Neither dragon spoke, allowing Amaya space for her grief. Neither had bothered to put on clothes, either, but she was still too shocked from the night’s ordeal to properly notice or care.

  It was Raeph who spoke first. “Wine?” he asked. Amaya nodded.

  As Raeph opened a bottle and poured out generous glasses, Endres moved closer to her, inspecting her for injury.

  “I’m fine,” she told him. He started to move away, but she reached out for his hand and pulled him back to her. “Please stay.”

  Endres stayed.

  “Well, little goat,” Raeph said, setting a glass in front of her. “Looks like you made your decision.”

  The mocking tone was back in his voice, a verbal suit of armor that he wore to hide his fragile heart.

  “I have,” she said. Endres’ hand tightened on hers and Amaya squeezed back. “I choose Raeph.”

  Raeph’s jaw dropped. “You… what?”

  She could feel Endres’ disappointment as he dropped her hand. Amaya snatched his hand up again.

  “And I choose Endres,” she declared.

  “That’s not exactly an option, Amaya,” Endres told her, but he did not let go of her hand again.

  “Why not?” she argued. “Why the hell not? Both your clans think I belong to them, so why can’t I choose you both?”

  There was no answer. Both men stood staring at her, as if she’d uttered some nonsensical phrase in an unknown language.

  Finally, Raeph spoke. “Why the hell not?”

  “Why the hell not,” Endres echoed. “Neither of our clans cared for our wishes or Amaya’s. Why should we care about theirs?”

  There was nothing more to say. Without dropping Endres’ hand, Amaya pulled him along with her toward Raeph. She held his hand tightly as she reached up to stroke Raeph’s black curls, fitting her mouth tightly against his. He gasped against her, then kissed her back, hard and without reservation.

  The bed was on the far side of the loft, but they stumbled across the floor and tumbled into it. Amaya never broke from Raeph and Endres never dropped her hand.

  She didn’t know which man undressed her, which set of hands ripped her clothes away. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the heat of the two bodies as they surrounded her.

  Raeph pressed down on top of her, their bodies wound together so tightly it was as if they were one. His erection was hard against her taught stomach and she bucked up, grinding up against him in her need.

  The weight on the bed shifted and Amaya looked up. Endres had moved away, perched on the edge of the mattress, gazing at her and Raeph with longing. She reached for him, but he pulled back.

  “I don’t want to interrupt,” he explained, looking sad and small in the cold moonlight.

  Amaya wanted to reassure him, but Raeph beat her to it. “You’re not interrupting, Endres.” He stretched out his hand and Endres clasped it, finally understanding their bargain.

  “I want you first, Endres,” Amaya said and Endres obeyed. She was so ready now, hungry for both her dragons. The wetness between her thighs was evidence of her need.

  Raeph slid off her, pulling Endres over to take his place. It was not difficult to coerce him into full hardness with her hand and soon he was perched, trembling, with his tip at her entrance. Raeph stroked the side of Amaya’s face and turned to Endres. “Let’s make this official, shall we?”

  And Endres was inside her, the long shaft of his cock driving into her with reckless abandon. Amaya’s hips met him thrust for thrust, urging him on. Raeph pushed her up and slid behind her, cradling her between him and Endres.

  He nibbled down her soft skin, biting at that tender juncture of shoulder and neck. Endres thrust harder now, his exuberance unrestrained. Amaya moaned, a name escaped her lips but she wasn’t sure which one. It didn’t matter.

  They were both hers. Raeph and Endres, Endres and Raeph.

  Raeph’s hand slid around her, cupping one full breast. His other was buried in Endres silver hair, encouraging his climax.

  With a cry, the red dragon in human form spilled inside of her, his release hot and throbbing. Endres toppled onto her, panting against her sweating body.

  “Amaya,” he panted, spent. And then, “Raeph.”

  Raeph took his cue. With one swift movement, he flipped them both over, Amaya now lying on top of an exhausted Endres. She lay there, quivering, as Raeph slid on top of her, taking her from behind. He was thicker than Endres, but shorter, and he filled her deliciously.

  One of Raeph’s strong hands buried itself in her hair as he rode her, shoving her against Endres with every thrust. Amaya moaned against Endres’ throat, loud and unrestrained. She pushed back against Raeph’s cock, driving h
im even more deeply into her, still pressing hot kisses along Endres’ throat.

  She was close now, so close. The heat in her belly coiled with every thrust and she pushed back, eager to take Raeph as deeply into her as she could.

  With a moan that was almost a roar, Raeph came inside of her and Amaya followed quickly behind, her orgasm washing over her, wave after wave of pleasure.

  She collapsed on Endres and Raeph fell onto her, merging the three of them into one exhausted, satisfied tangle of bodies.

  They stayed there for several long moments, until their breathing calmed and hearts stopped racing. Endres pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple and then shifted beneath the weight of the two other lovers.

  “I hate to be a pain,” he began, and needed to say no more. Amaya and Raeph slid off him and tried to find comfortable ways to curl up in the king sized bed.

  Raeph sat up. “This isn’t going to work,” he muttered, turning to Endres. “I sleep better when I’ve shifted, don’t you?”

  Endres nodded. “I do, as well. If Amaya wouldn’t mind?”

  Amaya didn’t know exactly what they were talking about, but there was very little that these two men could do that she would mind.

  Twin pops and the spacious loft was filled with the giant forms of two dragons. They shifted about for a moment, then managed to curl together. Two sets of dragon eyes peered at her, curious, and now Amaya understood.

  Between their entwined bodies was a small valley, the perfect size for a small human. She smiled and climbed in.

  Hours later, in the darkness of the loft, Amaya drifted off to sleep. She snored softly, curled between two dragons—one red, one black—and she was safe. She was at home.

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 10 of 12 =

  Cosmic Trifecta -

  Alien Menage (MMF)

  Book 1

  Two round disks rose over the desert fields of planet C'ezor. Xander Hyde and his best friend, Elu Drake, walked proudly to the new mining field in Sector C-476, where they had been transported to the day before. Xander raised his hand up to shield his eyes from the two suns, inhaling the fresh air that seemed to push him forward.

  “Do you think this will yield profit?” Xander asked, raising his laser tool over his shoulder.

  “I'm not sure,” Elu replied. “One can only hope, right?”

  “I mean, they've sent us a few light-years away from our original mine. It's some kind of special project,” Xander explained.

  “I know, Xander,” Elu said.

  “And what about our new living quarters? I hardly was able to bring anything with me,” Xander said.

  “Neither could I,” Elu added.

  “Do you think we'll ever get our mint mugs back from our old log station?” Xander asked. A log station was an outpost set up by the mining company that served as a dormitory and residence for miners.

  “I'm not sure,” Elu replied. “But we could always get new ones.”

  “But those were special mint mugs from the Urska Valley. Remember? We went there the summer of 4068,” Xander said.

  Elu smiled wide, looking up at the blue clouds decorating the gray sky.

  “I remember. That was a great vacation,” Elu commented. “We should go again after this project.”

  “We should. The atmosphere there is beautiful,” Xander said. “And that waitress was hot.”

  Elu rolled his eyes.

  “Try to focus today, Xan,” he said. “You don't want to get another injury like last spring.”

  “Oh, I'll be fine,” Xander insisted. “I think it's you we really need to watch out for.”

  Elu perked up, his blue cheeks turning a light shade of violet.

  “That was one time!” he claimed with a grin. “At least I haven't fallen down a shaft since.”

  “Well, now that they created those new digital nets, there's almost no chance of losing workers,” Xander pointed out.

  “Yeah, but we're still running a risk of burns. Those black coax crystals are highly flammable and susceptible to being agitated,” Elu explained.

  “That's why I brought the burn cream,” Xander said. “Just in case.”

  Elu laughed.

  “It won't help much if you don't wear it to work. Your skin doesn't look tinted from it today,” he said.

  Xander shrugged.

  “Well, I'll just be extra careful,” he said with a wink.

  As they walked towards the opening of the mining shaft, a group of workers appeared in the distance. Their multicolored skin and strange language indicated they were from another galaxy entirely. They eyed Xander and Elu as they approached, the gills in their neck squeaking as they inhaled.

  “Greetings, comrades,” Xander said while raising his hand.

  They stared at him.

  “Do you speak English?” he asked.

  “L'ker mak nak?” Elu asked in a strange accent.

  “What does that mean?” Xander asked Elu, eyeing him suspiciously.

  “It's just a universal way of asking if they speak our language. I can't imagine they wouldn't speak English. It's mandated by the Intergalactic Federation,” Elu replied.

  “That sounds like a totally different dialect,” Xander said. “Are you sure that's universal?”

  “Absolutely. I learned it in grade school back on Berskai,” Elu replied. “It was mandated by the education program. Didn't you learn clucking?”

  “Is that what it's called?” Xander asked.

  “Yeah, that's a slang term for it. They don't seem to understand it, though, so I'm guessing they're not from the same place,” Elu replied.

  “That's odd. I guess the company is outsourcing miners further and further every year,” Xander said.

  He waved at the group of aliens and walked into the mine, carrying with him the laser tool that would aid him in finding black coax crystals. It grew darker the deeper they walked. The sound of whirling echoed off the shimmering rocks. Soon, their eyes would adjust to the darkness and their dark vision would kick in.

  “That was really weird, Elu,” Xander whispered over his shoulder.

  “It's not like the company to skimp on language modulators,” Elu commented.

  “They probably wouldn't bother to do that on temps,” Xander pointed out.

  “That's true. Maybe they're old workers who used to work this mine and they're being transferred elsewhere,” Elu suggested.

  “Well, then why would they bother sending us here if there were already workers? That doesn't add up, Elu,” Xander said.

  Elu sighed lightly.

  “I have no idea,” he whispered.

  Xander came to a stop in an open shaft, studying the purple shimmer along the wall that led towards the back.

  “This looks like a good area to dig,” Xander whispered, motioning for Elu to come closer. “We ought to be quick. The sparkle is fading.”

  “Set your drill to six. Last time, we dug too deep,” Elu advised.

  “Whatever you say, boss,” Xander said jokingly while turning the nozzle on his laser tool.

  “Don't call me that,” Elu said.

  “Fine. How about chief?” Xander asked.

  “No,” Elu replied.

  “Top notch?”

  “Xander.”

  “Commander?”

  “Xan.”

  “Superior Highness?”

  “XANDER!”

  Elu pointed towards the rocks, cringing at the sound of his own voice echoing back from the deepest pits of the shaft. A bit of commotion came from the distance. He shouldn't have shouted. Xander stifled a giggle as he pressed the edge of the long laser tool against the wall and began outlining the shimmering pieces of rock.

  A low frequency sound erupted from the tool as Xander outlined the pieces of purple. The laser effectively sliced through the rock and Elu was able to pry it from the wall, revealing a collection of black coax crystals on the other side.

  “Jackpot,” Elu whispered while reaching into his s
atchel.

  He procured a plucking tool from his bag and began prying the crystals carefully from their place behind the rock, laying them down on the ground. As he did this, Xander held up one end of the rock and removed his bag from his shoulder, setting a metal box down on the ground.

  “How many do we have?” Xander asked, sitting up from a kneeling position.

  “It looks like we have about...” Elu whispered under his breath as he counted out the crystals. “Five thus far. If we go deeper, I'm sure we could find many more.”

  “Absolutely,” Xander said. “But hopefully we can reach quota before going any deeper. You know descending always makes me sick.”

  Elu nodded as he carefully lifted the crystals and placed them inside the cushioned box. There were five empty spaces left in the box. After he was finished and he wiped his hands against his pants.

  “Alright. Let's get moving,” Elu instructed.

  As he stood, Xander eased the rock back into the wall and reassembled the parts of rock they had lasered away. The rock sat perfectly in place and Xander smiled at his handiwork. He could hardly see the line where they had broken the rock away from the wall. Once he was finished, he led Elu a little deeper into the shaft and they found another section of purple rock.

  “What would you like to do after work?” Xander asked while setting the dial for his laser tool again.

  “I'm not sure,” Elu replied while preparing to withdraw the rock. “I heard there's a new bar open at the edge of the compound. Do you want to check it out?”

  “Sure. I could definitely use a drink. I wonder if they make those pink cosmic cocktails,” Xander said.

  “Awesome. Let's do that,” Elu said.

  “I can't wait,” Xander said while pressing his tool to the wall. “Maybe we'll meet someone.”

  ***

  Layers of lights flashed all over the porcelain dance floor, bodies crashing together in unison to the beat of the low frequency bass. A slew of workers were shaking across the floor and waving to the beat as Anna Leigh Black nodded her head. The shapely, green-skinned, black-haired woman looked at the line of men smiling at her from the bar. They were ogling heavily, but she gave them no indication of interest. Her eyes were following one man in particular; a blue-skinned fellow who was moving fluidly between social circles. He seemed to know everyone.