“For some time, there was peace. There was no single ruler, no emperor to command the planet. Over time, our race was let down. Resources dwindled,” I say. “There were many rebellions. Small wars were fought, won, and lost. There were no clear victors, but all three of us lived by the sword. For many, Slain was a suitable leader. Unafraid of death, he fought hard, and we helped him secure victory.”
Lök tosses a piece of meat aside, angrily. “That is my biggest regret.”
I have mixed feelings about the rebellions. It led to so much devastation. But we were promised a better life. What were we supposed to do?
“No one could have guessed the planet would have turned out like this,” I say.
“Bullshit,” Lök sneers. “We saw what his men did, and we kept fighting.”
Rekker shakes his head. “At that point, if we defected, we would have been hunted. We had no choice.”
Emma tries to understand, but she appears confused.
I remember it all. Warfare. The heat of firebombs and bullets. The screams.
I wag my head, pushing the terrible images out of my mind. “Slain’s men killed innocent aliens without batting an eye. We watched as entire villages turned to scorched ruins. Families were separated in crucial areas, split to divide our race in half. The rich took power. The poor, us, started to see the reality. We were being pushed aside, systematically. And once that began, there was no going back,” I say.
Lök places his hand on my shoulder. He knows what I’m feeling. We all know, except for Emma. But she is wise. She has empathy.
“Before the rebellions,” she says, “what was it like here?”
I suck in a breath and try to remember. It’s been so long, it’s like I’ve completely forgotten. But as I filter through my memories, it all comes back to me.
“We were a fertility planet, based around the worship of womb and seed. Women were our goddesses, as you can see,” I say.
“But women are rare now,” she says.
“That was Slain’s decision,” Rekker says.
I nod. “In the golden era, alpha’s appetites were full, and women were cherished. Slain would not keep the status-quo. The bastard claimed overpopulation was the reason for our planet’s slow demise. So, with the help of most citizens, he fought to round up all of the females, using them only for their child-rearing. The rest were disposed,” I say.
It’s beyond horrible, I am well aware. I don’t want to tell her any of this shit. In the back of my mind, it hangs like a dark storm cloud.
Yet, it’s the truth. No matter how hard we run, we can’t turn back time. This is our history. We must own it.
Emma slides away from us. Her face is downtrodden. Her shoulders are hunched. We have told her too much, too fast. But we didn’t lie.
Rekker is reasoned. “Overpopulation was never an issue. Resources were finite, but long-lasting if we were smart about how we used them. Slain uses ninety percent of our planet’s energy, and it all goes to Empire City.”
She holds back her tears. “And the Lottery? I’m assuming that has something to do with the leftover females?” she asks.
“The Lottery is a system Slain designed to train the citizens to work on his behalf,” Lök says.
“The rich and powerful designed the Lottery to compliment their own gluttony. Those that are chosen to participate are sent to known rogue planets. They are controlled by contractors searching for Resnyx. Participants choose to become slaves by signing up,” Rekker adds.
“How do they win?” Emma asks.
“They don’t,” Lök growls. “No one wins.”
Rekker says, “Some have been said to win. They are given mates, congratulated publicly, but are then quickly swept into the inner regions of the planet, allowed to live with the elite.”
“Or killed,” Vraik replies.
Rekker nods. “Lök is correct. No one wins. It is a game that cannot be won.”
“The sentinel… he entered me into the Lottery,” she says, worried.
Vraik flexes. “We won’t let them take you from us.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asks.
“In less than a days time, we will have complete control of the Resnyx. The sentinels are the lapdogs of the Empire, trained better than any army. But it will take them ages to find us here.”
Vraik sighs. “Maybe we are just like the monsters that run this planet. We fought for Slain’s rebellion. Look where that got us.”
“Yeah, but it brought you three to me,” she says.
When I fought, I was ruthless, but I wasn’t like most of the other aliens. The other two weren’t either.
We didn’t kill civilians. We didn’t touch any women. But I did watch them get taken away.
A new tomorrow was already beginning to form under our eyes. That’s when I knew I wanted a different path.
But the path we took was based around stupidity and greed. We became the contractors we hated with all our hearts. We kept slaves and mined rogue planets dry.
We turned evil.
How could we?
Emotions are hard for me to handle. Our race is not equipped to handle such depth anymore. On this planet, there is only panic and anger. Submission and domination.
Emma has taught us many things. The more we open up, the more receptive she becomes. It’s baffling, but if it works, it works.
This is obviously the path we need to take.
She is gorgeous, but her looks are not everything to me. The things I’m starting to enjoy are miniscule. Sometimes, it’s the movements that her lips make in between sentences as she waits for our response. Other times, it’s the way her eyes close when she feels bashful.
Most of all, I adore her conviction. She wants a different life. We all do. And that’s why we are connected.
It makes sense now.
“Now you know our complex history,” I say.
“I wish you didn’t,” Rekker adds.
Emma stands and runs her fingers through her long, thick hair. “It hurts to know what has happened here,” she says. “But we can’t give up. I see that now. I...”
Her voice trails as she makes up her mind.
“I want to be with you,” she says. “I want to fight for a better future. A real tomorrow. I want to live with dignity and grace.”
No one saw potential in us. Not even Slain.
She sees the good in us, and it makes my cock harder than a fucking rocket.
Before any of us respond, she walks through a dark hallway. Motioning for us to follow, she heads into the dark basement of the facility.
We wander into the massive chamber, full of more artifacts and statues. She stops and gazes up at the display.
A goddess bends on her knees as multiple alpha aliens mount. Her mouth is wide open, howling into the sky above as she accepts their seed. Other statues are similar, set in different positions to produce kin.
I tell her more. “Before our time, there were fertility rituals. Hundreds of alphas would sit under these statues, waiting to be chosen. Back then, women were in charge of choosing mates. But that was a different age.”
“I can’t believe this room still exists,” Rekker says.
I watch as Emma’s face turns into a deepened smile. “That sounds like a utopia.”
I wonder how much seed has been spilled on this concrete. How many births were finalized here? How many of us were made in a room like this very one.
These symbols run deep. They are still engrained in our subconscious memory.
She stands, naked and dirty. She hasn’t showered in days, and a deep, feminine musk wafts into my nostrils. It drives me to the brink of sexual insanity.
“I have made up my mind,” she says.
The three of us close in on her. It’s impossible for me not to reach for her supple tits.
“Tell us what you want,” I say. “I’ll do anything.”
Submission or domination. It’s like I said earlier – thats how we were taught to b
ehave. But in this room, the energy is sending different signals.
I want her to choose. I want her to enjoy. I want her to be Queen Mate.
In our mothership, those were her demands. I can’t speak for the others, but I’m willing to comply with those wishes if it means having her forever.
“Anything?” she asks.
I fall to my knees, breathing wildly. “Fucking anything.”
I expect the others to react like I’m crazy, but when they mimic my actions, I know they feel it too. She is our goddess now, and this is how our ritual must begin.
“You aren’t still hungry?” I ask.
“I could forage you some dessert,” Rekker says.
She smiles and spreads her legs.
“I am the dessert,” she says.
Wow. Just… wow.
Slowly, she lowers to the ground, kneecaps sliding against the unclean concrete. She kisses us, one by one, deep and sensual. Our tongues lock and coil, pulling away only to swirl back in again. Like the tides of oceans, the three of us kiss, a slow rhythm that speeds up as our breath takes precedence.
I’m so fucking hard, and she picks me as her first target.
Straddling her legs around my waist, she brings herself around me. My crown brushes against her pubic mound, sliding against her clit. I try to thrust, but she takes my cock into her hands and whispers, “Not yet. Let’s take this slow.”
I’m in disbelief. The other aliens stroke their cocks, patiently watching with a growing hunger in their eyes.
I hold my breath and stop moving. “There,” she says, in the lightest tone I’ve ever heard. “Just breathe and look into my eyes.”
As I do what she says, I can see the details in her eyes. The chocolate iris that surrounds the blackness of her pupils is designed to catch predators like me.
I relinquish control. She is all hands on deck, and I’m loving every second.
Her small hands grip hard, and when she pulls back my foreskin, my cock spills rich beads of lubricant onto her palms.
I’m dying over this.
She glides her hands across my balls, which perk up immediately. It feels so good that it hurts.
I’m going to blow.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I groan.
“Take it,” she says.
I start to shake. My legs jolt upward, and I swear I’m about to fucking come. Grinning, she pulls away and stands once more.
The others tremble with lust.
“I want you to breed me,” she says.
I gulp. Every nerve is twisted and bundled up. I can hardly fucking breathe, let alone get back to baseline.
“I’m ready,” she says.
“Yes,” I moan. “Let us spill inside your pussy.”
She places a finger against my mouth. I smirk and nibble.
“But I want to do it the old way. The way of your ancestors,” she says. “I want the real thing, not the stupid Empire ritual. We don’t need a witness.”
Lök opens his mouth to object, but Rekker glares at him to shut up. I can’t stop staring at her beautiful face. I want to ruin it with sweat and cum, and if she wants to ruin me too, even better.
Legally, we need a witness to tell the Empire we have made kin. That is the only way we can be granted immunity by intergalactic law.
On the other hand, Slain hardly follows the rules. It was by breaking them he gained any power in the first place.
So fuck the rules. We’re going raw and rogue.
She turns, ass facing us. Bending over, she spreads her cheeks wide. Both holes stare at me; her pussy is ready. Yes, she is already soaking through her delicate lips, creating a small puddle onto her heels.
“Breed me,” she moans. “And connect with me forever.”
Oh, fuck.
The heaviness between my balls and taint is extreme. So much seed has built up, I’m like a backed up pipe ready to burst.
Standing, I take the lead.
I run my hand across her spine. Every ridge leads to her thick ass and thighs, to her consuming pussy.
I have yet to feel her like I’ve wanted. I have yet to feel that warm sugar flood around my thick cock.
Compared to her species, we are big. Yet, she seems unafraid. She is so much stronger than we knew.
As I feel her wet hole with my palm, I groan with pleasure. My cock bobs against my palm as I lean over her.
“You are so sweet,” I whisper, tongue swiveling around her earlobe.
“Mm… fuck me then,” she moans.
Softly, I bite her neck and smooth it out with a kiss. “Our one and only.”
“Take me,” she cries.
“It will hurt,” I warn her.
“I said, take me.”
I grab her wide hips and mount.
I ease into her warmth. Exhaling, I feel the hot pleasure envelope my shaft. I’m only a few inches in, but it already feels like the best fucking thing in the universe.
Her chest pumps. “This hurts. I know it stings. But life is pain, and we will get through this together,” I say.
“Umph…”
The other aliens stand and come to her side. They do not feed her their hardened cocks. Instead, they massage her shoulders and comfort her.
I thrust and give her a few more inches, but I am caught between her walls. I release, and she clenches, sighing with pain.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask.
She nods, but she isn’t saying anything yet. Her mouth is shut tightly, eyes facing the concrete.
Spitting, I lube her up and massage her clit. I duck down and eat her until she presses her ass into me.
“Okay,” she says. “I can do it.”
I take.
Inch by inch, I slide in. This time, it’s easier. Once she gives into the idea, her pussy opens for me.
Her thick lips drape over my shaft, petting my taut foreskin back, shining my crown.
I tilt over her back and reach underneath her. Grabbing a fistful of her tits, I buck and pick up speed.
She moans, “Oh, yes. Keep touching me.”
“You are our beautiful one,” I grunt and accept more of her warm, dripping cunt. “Sacred and holy.”
Rekker strokes his cock. “And we are your disciples.”
Lök comes around to her backside, kissing the soft, subtle curves of her ass. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I am yours, human.”
She cocks her head and moans. I thrust, deep, and I feel myself bottom out.
“Mmph,” she whispers. “I want all three of you inside me.”
Is she crazy? All of us? That’s impossible. Her pussy is too tight. She’d never fit us.
But the look in her eyes is defiant and true, just like expression of the women in those statues. It defies any logic, but that’s what love does.
We will have to tease her open...
I pull out and eye Lök. His thick and meaty cock rests between his thumb and forefinger. He’s ready to go.
“Your turn,” I growl, a little jealous I have to buck out for my alien brethren.
Lök slaps his cock against Emma’s dark pink pussy lips, splashing the wetness that keeps on dripping to the concrete below.
“Don’t tease me,” she purrs.
I figure that’s a command to tease even more, so I lower to the ground and take her hips from below. I ease her clit into my mouth.
First, I’m gentle, slowly dragging hood up with my tongue. That small bead of pleasure is already peaking through, so I give her more of my mouth.
She growls and tries to roll away, but my alpha instincts kick in. She may be our queen, but we are the ones bearing hard gifts. We’re not letting go, until she sees what’s inside.
Lök penetrates and moans.
Taking her hair, he pulls and gains control. Her chin rises, and a big smile forms across her face. Sticky liquid drips down his balls as he thrusts.
“Yes,” she grunts. “Take me.”
“Yeah?” Lök whispers.
“You demand this alien cock?”
“I need it,” she groans.
“How badly?”
He lets go, and she drops her head, chest pumping, tits bouncing. She is like a feral animal, locked in heat and consumed by her warrior predators.
Just as we cannot escape her heart, she cannot escape our fuck.
So I rise and tower above her. I jerk my shaft and make her know what I want.
“Suck it,” I command.
As Lök pumps her open, she drops her chin and exhales. “Give it to me,” she mutters, tongue past her lips. “Fill me.”
I take her chin and grin. “Yes, cunt.”
I use her face, gliding my cock onto her wet, spongy tongue. She closes her lips, moans muffled, airway caught.
She has turned into something else. She is insatiable.
“Mmm, good Emma. So good,” I whisper, seething with satisfaction.
Lök rides from behind as I take the front, but Rekker has been watching like a perverted hawk.
Patiently, he sits back against the statue, stroking and edging.
Her esophagus slides perfectly around my shaft. “Join us,” I say.
She chokes and spits me out, coughing. “Please,” she begs.
Filth.
Depravity.
Absolution.
The past is over. A new dawn is forming, forged by seed.
She understands the way of a predator alien. And we understand her aching need.
Rekker stands and joins in behind, positioning his muscular body below Lök. Edging forward, he slides his crown against Lök’ shaft, inching inside her tight hole. I’m watching, more turned on than I’ve ever been, but it doesn’t seem possible.
She clenches her fists together, huffing out deep and frantic breaths. “Take it,” Rekker growls.
“Yes,” she moans.
“It is not achievable,” I say.
But humans are more elastic than I thought. It quickly becomes clear they evolved to take multiple partners.
She lets out a deep rumble, and her eyes shine against the glimmering, golden light. “Make me feel small,” she whispers.
Rekker thrusts and slips inside. Walls tightly stretched, every inch disappears into oblivion.
She takes control, easing her ass back. Rekker thrusts once more, and she holds her position like a soldier about to leap into battle.
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