Table of Contents

4 Alien Eyes

C. Y. Croc

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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4 Alien Eyes

Crash Landed Alien Love

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C. Y. Croc

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Copyright

Copyright © 2022 by C. Y. Croc

All events, places, businesses and characters in this publication are clearly fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead will be purely coincidence. They are all a product of the author’s imagination.

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Dedication

Thank you, God (whoever or whatever you are) for helping me write this story.

Chapter 1

Bee

BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...

I draw in a long breath and hold it a few seconds before exhaling. My eyes are closed and refuse to open, but the annoying beep of my alarm clock is telling me it’s a working day even though my body swears it’s the weekend.

Ugh, I need a new alarm noise to wake up to. This one is so damn annoying.

Still keeping my eyes firmly shut, I reach out to slam the heel of my hand down on the irritating thing to shut it the hell up, but I swipe fresh air.

“What the—”

I squint through one eye, looking for the place on my bedside table where my alarm should be—but there is no alarm. There is no bedside table...and there sure as hell isn’t any bedroom, either.

The grogginess of my half-slumber is quickly shaken off and I’m instantly wide awake and alert as my eyelids fully open and my brain zings into the here and now.

I’m not in my bedroom.

Now I remember. I left my bedroom, my apartment, my family, friends and job behind months ago when I became one of the first women, along with four others, to be accepted into the first ever intergalactic mating exchange programme with a race of people called the Vysarians—real live aliens from a different planet. Aliens who, according to the grainy video footage our government showed us, are just as human looking as we are.

We have been travelling from Earth to their planet for eight months, and we finally had the first sighting of it a day ago. The ship immediately started orbiting and, like the other women I’d travelled here with, I was relieved and pleasantly surprised by what I saw on the spectator screen in our community lounge on the ship. The planet we were about to spend the rest of our lives on looked welcoming and habitable, exactly like Earth.

It had seas, desserts, forested areas and cities just like Earth, except for the fact that the oceans, desserts and forests weren’t blue, gold and green like on Earth, but instead had varied tones of lilac, turquoise and blue, with many other colour splashes intertwined across the planet. The planet looked just the sort of magical place any little girl would dream of living with her prince charming. Except mine would be an alien charming instead.

All was well as our ship made its orbit of ready to enter the planet’s atmosphere. The other women and I were excited yet full of trepidation as we said our goodbye’s on the boarding deck, and before we got into our individual landing pods, we each promised to meet up on the surface no longer than a week after we’d settled into our new lives.

Strapped into my pod, the ship was just entering Planet Vysaria’s atmosphere to begin its descent and my thoughts were a million miles away contemplating what sort of life awaited me on this new planet, if I’d even be physically attracted to the alien man I’d been matched to, when something happened to the ship.

Luck had definitely been on our side, as the four other women and I were already inside individual pods packed with our belongings, which were programmed ready to fly us to meet a Vysarian official for our pre-orchestrated first meeting with our Vysarian humanoid alien matches once the ship landed. A warning from the ship’s AI informed me the ship was in trouble. The AI had informed me this had resulted in all the pods breaking away from the main ship with both the ship and the pods hurtling towards the planet. I blacked out just after that message.

I guess I’ve arrived—and in one piece too after crash landing. I just hope I wasn’t the only one who was this lucky. I’m worried about the others, too. I’ll be devastated if I find out anything has happened to them. As soon as I’m rescued I’ll make contact with a Vysarian official on this planet, I’ll make sure they let me go with the rescuers to search for the other women—my friends—Ava, Cassie, Deja and Eve. But first, I need to get out of this pod.

I assess my body for injuries, but thankfully, the harness holding me in place inside the pod did a fantastic job. I don’t feel one ache or pain, but my heart is pounding quicker than it should be in its ribbed cage. However, any pain I have might be masked by my adrenaline rush. There’s only one way to find out if I’m injured. I need to get out of this harness and out of this pod.

Reaching for the release switch, I’m surprised by how steady my hands are, but then nothing fazes me. Being the eldest of ten sisters, I’m naturally strong and resilient. My harness makes a quiet whirring noise and slowly releases me, but I don’t move anything straight away. I sit for a few moments and wait to see if I feel any difference without the constraint of the harness. I’m satisfied all is physically well, and that my muscles don’t feel as if they’ve been liquefied or anything—whatever the correct space jargon is for surviving a crash landing. First, I tentatively move my head millimetre by millimetre from side to side. Then I twist my torso with equal caution. Relief floods me. Thank god I still have the use of all my body parts.

I’m lying flat on my back, suggesting this pod has crashed and landed at the wrong angle being as I’m not the in the normal upright position I was in before the pod broke away from the main ship, but I suppose this is insignificant because the main thing is, I’m alive and uninjured.

Pulling myself up, I stand on my seat and angle myself to reach the control panel at the side of the door, which is now located above me and type in my birthdate to open it. The door makes a clicking sound and then opens.

I audibly gasp when I see the sky. It’s a wonderful pale green, with just a hint of the cornflower blue I’m accustomed to seeing on Earth. I already know Vysaria has a high volume of oxygen, so without hesitation, I inhale my first lungs full of air—my first ever breath of air from a planet other than Earth. It makes me giddy with nervous excitement.

The snuffle and grunts of animal noises startle me, and alert me to the presence of other life forms outside the pod, shifting my heart rate up a gear. Our government said there wouldn’t be any animals in the vicinity of the city we were destined to, so that must mean I have landed somewhere that is nowhere near the city. I can feel my stomach knotting.

Grabbing onto the edge of the door, I pull myself up, lifting my own body weight with ease. Back on Earth, I had a physical job. I was a fabricator; I lugged huge lengths of steel around daily—by choice mind you, I never relied on the cranes in the factory I worked in to do the job. I’ve not lost my strength because since I left Earth, I’ve maintained my physique by working out three times a week with Cassie, the fitness queen of the group of women who made this maiden journey here with me.

Pulling myself out of the pod, I balance on my knees as I take in my first sighting of Planet Vysaria. From what I can see immediately in front of me, this part of Vysaria is a weird and colourful version of the Wild West I used to watch on old movies as a kid. It’s a barren wasteland of rocks and the occasional solitary prickly plant, the only difference being the rocks are white, the plants are blue, and the ground is turquoise. There’s even a couple of tumbleweeds blowing in the distance, pushed along from the lick of a breeze.

It makes me wonder if, like Earth, this planet has different terrains and weather fronts across its surface. Here, there are pale blue mountains in the distance and I can also see plains of lilac and blue coloured long grasses outstretched out to the right in front of me as far as my eyes can see, only the odd greenish tree and bush blemishes the surface. From the spectator lounge in the ship, it appeared that Planet Vysaria is another version of Earth? There are both rural and urban areas covering its surface, so I’m going to presume the weather here will turn out to be the same.

The bray of an animal reminds me of their presence and draws my attention down to where the noise came from. I gasp when I see the pod has landed right in the centre of a large body of lilac coloured water. I can’t see the bottom of it because the water is cloudy, but the pod appears to have only sunk a few metres down, so I’m guessing the water isn’t that deep.

Extending my gaze across the water to its edge, I see what the animals making the noise look like. I say animals, but they are nothing like I have ever seen before, so creature is a much better label for them. Some of them look up at me balancing on the top of the pod, and study me with curiosity, but the rest of the creatures ignore me and continue to lap up the lilac water, curling their tongues into ladle shapes and dipping them into the shimmering liquid before spooning it back inside their toothless mouths.

They have six thick-set legs on feet with splayed toes, which fan out into semi-circle shapes. Like their slimmer bodies, their legs are covered in hairless, thick, wrinkled khaki coloured skin, spotted with creamy flecks and blemishes of all shapes and sizes. They have fat snouts almost as big as hippos and cone shaped skulls which look odd above their fat snouts. From the top of their heads running down the centre of their backs are two rows of clumpy fur, parallel to each other, which continue to the base of their wide, flat stumpy tails. Their eyes are tiny black buttons, but I have little doubt the size of them doesn’t impede their vision because the ones who look up at me watch my every move. I must have crash landed into their waterhole, because the edge of the pool is surrounded by them.

Forcing a smile, I make first contact. “Hey! You are my first alien encounters. You certainly are weird looking creatures. You’re like nothing the animals we have back on Earth. Are you guys friendly?”

I wave at them to gauge their timidity and to see if they are startled by my actions, but waving is a big mistake. The surface of the pod is much slicker than I realise. My knees slip away without warning, and I lean back, trying to counteract my move, opening my arms wide in a crucified position for balance whilst also reaching out to grab hold of anything to stop myself from slipping even more.

But there is nothing to grab hold of. I’m too far away from the edge of the hatch. With the position I’m kneeling in and with my arms open wide, I look as if I’ve just found my salvation landing on this planet, but my reaction is far from deliverance as I slip down the edge and launch off the pod in a star shape, before belly flopping onto the sparkling lilac water.

*SPLASH*

The sting on my body from the water splat takes my breath away and I involuntarily suck in a mouthful of it and come up coughing and spluttering. My kerfuffle startles the creatures all around me, because in my bid to draw in air, I’m aware of splashing coming from all around me. I right myself whilst attempting to wipe the water from my eyes and pull my feet free of the bottom of the silt-lined watering hole. My heart rate is now in overdrive. I’m panicking in case I’ve triggered a stampede. How ironic would it be after crash landing safely, I would be then be ploughed down by the first aliens I come into contact with from my own doing?

Shrieks and grunts of excitement come from deep voices all around me. My body stiffens. Is this my rescue? Did the Vysarian officials track my pod’s landing? The voices are unmistakably male in gender. I know because my whole life, all I’ve ever known is the shrill high soprano pitches of women. Mothers, sisters, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, friends.

With men being few and far between because of the high ratio of females to men on Planet Earth—10k to 1 to be precise, it’s always a buzz when a man comes to town to visit one of his many wives and children. But other than the rare interactions with men, and with movies featuring males being restricted for decades in case they elicit excited riots, I’ve turned to other means of entertainment—listening to vintage music being one of them. My favourites are either classic rock and roll bands or the old all-male choirs. This means I’m an expert at detecting the pitch of someone’s voice—male or female. I can pick out a baritone or a falsetto pitch with my eyes closed.

But I don’t want to keep my eyes closed.

They snap open as numerous hands grab hold of my limbs, but my vision is still too blurry to see who the hell has a hold of me, but the way they are fighting to grab a pound of flesh is not how I expected to be treated by Vysarian government officials. The words ‘over excitable’ come to mind. They are man-handling me as if I might be one of the creatures from the watering hole. Maybe they are just enthusiastic that I’m alive? I twist my head this way and that, but all I can make out through my bleary vision are lots of bodies crowding me, their faces shielded by peaked hats, their words inaudible in the jumbled rush coming from their mouths.

My torso, arms and legs are held fast and I’m suddenly hoisted out of the water and high into the air above the bodies that are holding me a little tighter than necessary. I’m not a screamer, even though my heart is going wild in my chest as I’m carried above the bodies to the edge of the waterhole, but I’m still overwhelmed by how this rescue is going. My body is literally listing from left to right as if I’m a boat on a rough sea. I really do hope this is just keenness to save me from the water.

All of a sudden, as if my hearing has tuned into a new channel, I’m able to distinguish words between the excited yelps. “She’s mine. I saw her first!”

“I was still sitting on my shimpa heading for the watering hole when she climbed out of that there spaceship, so I have first claim on her because it was me who first eyeballed her.”

“No! It was me!”

“It was me!”

“I’ll wrestle you for her.”

“Not happening, because I’ve already claimed her.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This isn’t a rescue from the Vysarian government officials. Whoever has me is fighting over their claim for me as if I am a commodity to barter over.

My feet are suddenly dropped onto the ground and I get my first eyeball of my...I’ll say this very loosely...rescuers.

My eyes bug out. Even though I’ve seen the grainy photos my government showed me, I was not expecting the men of Vysaria to be so normal looking—and so hot. Other than skin that looks like well weathered leather, which is also not human in tone, the men surrounding me have various shades of skin colour, from white through to black like humans. They have two eyes, two ears, one mouth, and flatter ridged noses. They are very much humanoid in appearance.

Each wear hats that have brims like cowboy hats, except these ones are isosceles triangular brims, with the shorter edge at the front. They wear skin tight tunics that leave me in little doubt their physicality is like mine too as my eyes gawp at the many pebbled abdominals on show, and my eyes drop far too easily to their pants, which appear to be made out of animal hide or extremely thick leather, as some of them also have patches of fur.

I seek out the one who appears the most dominant in the hope he will listen to me and quieten down the others. Our eyes connect. “I need you to take me to the Vysarian government as soon as possible!”

Silence falls over the rowdy bunch and the man I’ve singled out looks around at the others before stepping forward and grabbing my chin roughly. “The government don’t have no say in what happens in these here parts. Out here, we answer to no one. Out here, we are the law.” I draw in a quick breath, which stays in my lungs as my shock interprets the hidden message behind his words. “You belong to us. Now all we need to do is establish which one of us that is.” My breath exhales in a jittery flow. The man points over to one of the creatures. “Load the female onto my shimpa! We’ll take her back and hold a meeting to discuss how we are going to resolve ownership of her.”

“What!” I screech, too shocked to say anything else.

The many hands which have not yet released me grip me tighter and push me over to one of the creatures. There’s too many to even attempt to fight my way out of, so I let them lift me onto the creature’s back, as I plan my escape. As I open my legs to mount it, a hand cops a feel at the apex of my legs.

“Hey! Who touched me inappropriately?” My eyes sweep over the many faces, seeking out the guilty culprit. I don’t see who it is, but I see plenty of faces who wished it was them. I shiver.

Chapter 2

Balic

Looking back over my shoulder, I watch my brothers ride away in different directions on their hover bikes. They aren’t my blood brothers, but I care for each one of them as if we shared the same blood. We formed our gang by chance. Gangs are a necessity in our species, because of how rare females are. Hundreds of years ago, our species changed its culture, needing to find a way to bring order to the civil unrest caused by the dwindling female numbers being born to our species. Bonded gangs were the answer. Males found unity in a pack and were finally able to cope with loneliness, a result of knowing there would never be a mate for them, but knowing there would always be a special group who would always be there for each other no matter what.

I found my gang when I had just started to mature. Leaving the innocence of childhood behind and heading into raging bursts of testosterone were a nightmare that I was having to face alone. The simplest thing would send me into a rage. So when I heard a young male’s voice crying out one day, and the voices of many others laughing at him, I went racing into the unknown without a second thought. That’s when I first laid eyes on Devoq, and it wasn’t a good sight. He was covered in blood and being beaten up by a gang.

Steaming into them with my fists flying, I didn’t realise until I was in too deep what a bad idea trying to take on six much older males was. Thank the stars for Aph’is, Epiq and Capsi. They appeared from different directions, running to both Devoq and my aid, and even though Devoq was on the ground badly battered, he soon found the strength to pull himself up from the ground and join in seeing four strangers come to his rescue. He helped us knock down males twice our size—the cowardly males who’d picked on a solitary male. That’s when our bonded gang was formed, and we haven’t left each others’ sides since.

I find it strange how our fates are already intertwined. My brothers and I were meant to find each other, like we were meant to crash on this planet just over a week ago.

We know this planet well. It’s our neighbouring planet, and like us, the Vysarians, the species of this planet have a gender crisis too, outnumbering their females five-thousand to one. But still, the Vysarian problem is only half as bad as ours. But they are doing something about theirs. They have just orchestrated a mating program with a planet which, until a week ago, I’d never even heard of. It’s called Earth.

This is where I mention fate again, because we found a female called Ava, who was coming here to be matched to a Vysarian. Like us, she crash landed here as well, and although we helped her, she also helped us escape from a rogue cannibal species living in caves on this planet who had captured us. Now it’s time to return the favour. My brother Aph’is is watching over Ava, while my other three brothers, Devoq, Capsi and Epiq and I have ridden off in different directions to try to hunt down and find the other women Ava came here with, who like her, crashed landed in individual pods.

I’ve been following a sensor on my bike, tracking heat signals of recent space debris that plummeted to the surface of the planet. I’ve not picked up any large objects yet, just smaller ones, but my instincts tell me to head to the barren area called Yov’siv. This is not good. I know from a previous visit to Vysaria that it’s a lawless place. Neither the Vysarian government nor the Federation have any influence idn that part of the planet. I have my bike and my blaster, and after spending all my credos on the party planet before we crashed here, I’ve barely enough to buy a meal or two. But who needs credos to eat when they can hunt with a blaster?

I’m questioning my gut as to why I’m heading to Yov’siv, and the simple answer is, an ache in my chest is pulling me there. It’s like I have an innate tracking signal pulsating deep inside me that is drawing me there. I don’t know which if any of the human females will be there, but something is telling me one of them will be there, so Yov’siv is my first port of call.

My eyes keep trained on both the horizon and the skies. I may be riding at a speed no land creature can keep up with, but there’s no knowing how fast the cannibal Badligons can fly. It’s been just a day since our escape from their cave, the place the cannibal species took refuge in and made their home since coming to this adopted planet after losing their own to a meteor. We thought, no—we’d hoped the Badligon species had been wiped out forever. Worst luck, they weren’t.

When we were crashing towards Planet Vysaria on our way home from the party planet, Tyrus, we’d fused our auras with Aph’is body to protect our bodies on impact. We were lucky; it was the first time we’d used fusion, and it had worked. Well, lucky in one respect. We’d survived the crash, but the Badligons had seen our ship. They were quick to get to us and they took all of us back to their lair. Thankfully, Aph’is escaped. That’s when he met the human female Ava, and it was with Ava’s help we all escaped from the Badligons. On the way out of the cave, Capsi and I set fire to their sleeping leader, which quickly spread throughout the cave, killing more of the vile males, but some escaped. Now I need to keep my wits about me because we found out the hard way they are not just nocturnal like we presumed they were.

It takes me four days to get to the outskirts of Yov’siv. Four nights of camping, hunting for my food, while always keeping a watchful eye trained on the skies for Badligons, but thankfully, there is not one sighting of a Badligon, and the barren plains of the area known as Yov’siv township finally comes in sight.

I sit atop my bike and move my jaw from side to side, scraping my fangs back and forth across my bottom lip as I look down into Yov’siv valley. There are many more homesteads scattered about the outskirts of the town compared to when I visited it many years ago when my gang and I first came to Vysaria sourcing parts for an old ship we were rebuilding. The town also appears to have doubled in size, so I’m unsure exactly how many residents live there now. There are probably even many more homesteads beyond what I can see from this vantage point. I’m unsettled knowing there will possibly be twice as many males in town, but I’m not scared. Opening up my thruster, I power the bike forward and head straight for the town, and straight for the source, causing the ache in my chest.

A group of creatures are being herded into town in front of me. I slow down and idle my bike behind them. The male in the middle of the herd riding one of the creatures looks back over his shoulder at me with a lingering stare, his eyes slowly sweeping over me, noting my blaster holstered at my hip. His eyes lift and meet mine. I wait for him to acknowledgment me, but he turns his head and faces forwards again. His lack of response doesn’t surprise me. I’m a stranger. The last time I was here, I remember how the males living here hated each other. I doubt that’s changed, but they hated strangers more.

He steers the herd off to the left, and I’m left with a clear run. I don’t increase my speed, instead I continue to ride into town at a speed that is barely walking so that I’m able to take in the new businesses establishments. Vysarian males stop what they are doing and their eyes glue on me as I ride by and I continue to feel the heat of their stares, even when I’ve passed them. It’s hard not to notice there are no other species besides Vysarians on the sidewalks on either side of the dirt road I’m on. I instantly get what type of town this has become.

I almost slam on my breaks when I get to the centre of town and I see her. A cage is hoisted up, dangling mid-air over to the side above a large area of ground between two buildings, and inside the cage is a human female. Her hands are curled around the bars and her face is pressed up close to them. Her eyes widen when she sees me. Does she understand that I’ve come to rescue her?

I have to drag my eyes away and it’s lucky I do because a small group of males have stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I narrowly miss the male fronting the group as I slam on my brakes. I keep my engine running in case I need to make a quick getaway, because by the looks on their faces, I’m not welcome here. Any altercation can go one of three ways. They let me pass to go about my business. I’ll have to fight them all—and I’m counting ten. Ten I can take on. It’s whether more males appear. If it’s the latter, then for now there will be no other option than to ride away and then come back on foot under the cover of darkness to steal away the female.

“What is your business, stranger?”

My facial twitchers are going wild, giving away to everyone who knows my species characteristics that I’m not as calm internally as the display I’m putting on externally. Normally, I wouldn’t even waste a breath explaining my business, but this is not a normal situation. The human female is my business, but I need to play this cool. “I’m after food, and a place to stay for a few nights.”

“Why are you here?”

I act dumb. “Here on Vysaria? I own a hover bike business in Kayyan citydom.”

“So, why are you here?”

I slap the handlebars of my bike. “I’m testing this new off-road touring bike. If I like it, I’ll place an order for more. It gives me a chance to check out the rural townships too. You see, I’m planning on opening up a touring vacation business, too. I could be bringing plenty of business your way with holidaymakers wanting to venture further afield on their own planet.”

The males look back over each of his shoulders at the males behind him before bringing his attention back my way. “You’ll be bringing just the Vysarian species out this way. Not other species like you?”

The latter part of his question is meant to rile me, but I’m not taking the bait.

“Yup!” I make a popping noise as I finish my reply. “I reckon a business like that out here could turn over a small profit.”

He glances back again and I see the other males nod. A smile spreads across his face that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Welcome to Yos’viv township, friend.” He points over to a building that has seen better days. “Park up over there at Jix’s eatery and he’ll knock you up some chow.” I dip my head and the males part, allowing me a clear run up to Jix’s place.

Pulling up in front of the store, I don’t turn my engine off until I’m certain the males dispersing are not secretly signalling, conversing, or indicating in any way whatsoever that they are planning an altercation. They all walk off in separate directions and go about their business.

I know the female is behind me, up in the air, but I’m reluctant to look her way. The males may have dispensed, but many eyes will still be trained on me, watching my every move. The only option is to go into Jix’s eatery.

Everyone in there looks up at me as I walk through the door. No one talks. My hands curl into fists. I’m the outsider and...grrrrr, don’t I know it. I dip my head to acknowledge them all and try to keep my twitchers under control as I walk towards the counter and the Vysarian standing behind it who I’m presuming it Jix.

I lift my chin in a greeting. “I’ve been steered your way to get sustenance.”

Jix’s good eye stares at me without blinking. His other eye has a white glaze over and I have no clue if it has sight.

“I got, shimpa meat and cuds...that’s it.”

I turn around at look at the platters of the other males eating in there. Each has something different on their plates—something better than the shit Jix is offering to me. I can feel my jaw ticking. One thing I hate more than liars it half-blind liars. The crate that houses the human female catches my eye through the large window as it swings in the breeze. I’ll have to grit my teeth and bear this charade or I’ll never be able to save her.

“Shimpa meat and cuds it is then,” I say, not taking my eyes off Jix, or blinking. I grab a handful of credos from out the pocket of my pants and slam them down on the counter. Jix blinks first. It’s a small victory, but it makes the corner of my mouth hitch up. He scrapes the credos towards him and pockets them. Turning his back to me, he lifts lids off pots on a heater and spoons something onto the plate that looks like it came from the wrong end of a creature not too long ago, onto the plate. I wrinkle my nose when the smell accompanying it hit my nose. It’s gruesome.

As casually as I can, as there are still eyes on me, I turn my head and look out of the window. “What’s with the cage in the air? You got a thief in there or something?”

Jix slams the platter down. “What’s it to you?”

I shrug. “Well, I’m looking into bringing a lot of my prospective clients through Yov’siv, but if there are thieves, well...I might have to take their and my business elsewhere.”

Jix leans on the counter and points to the cage. “That’s no thief. That there female fell from the skies right into the middle of our shimpa’s watering hole a few days ago. She belongs to Yov’siv, but we’re still trying to ascertain who exactly owns her.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, every resident that lives within a mile radius of the township lets their shimpa use that watering hole. That means all residents claimed the female as theirs. Since she crash landed a week ago, we’ve held daily competitions to whittle down the residents staking a claim on her to ten. Those were the ten outside just now. You could say they’re a little overprotective of who sees her.”

I huff. “And there was me thinking what a wonderful welcoming committee they were giving me.” I grab the platter of slop and head for an empty table at the back of the room where I can eat and spy on the cage without drawing attention to myself as I make a plan.

Chapter 3

Bee

It’s been over a week since the alien men who pulled me from the water hole carried me back to their town, trapped me inside this cage and strung up above an area of dusty ground which has been a fighting arena since that day I was captured. I’m filthy, hungry and madder than a caged grisly.

I stand up and shake the bars and tilt my head back and scream. “Let me the hell out of here, you motherfuckers!”

It’s not really a scream because I can’t scream anymore. My voice is coarse and thick and only a third the pitch it was on the first day they flung me in here. My throat is dry and sore, but I refuse to give up my protest at being treated worse than a mangy dog. They may have me imprisoned in here, but they’ll never break my spirit. If women are so rare and they’re all fighting to take ownership of me, why aren’t they treating me like a princess?

A noise I’ve not heard before pricks my ears and I place my face against the bars to see if I can peer past the buildings on either side of me to see what it’s coming from and what it is. It sounds mechanical, but for this past week, I’ve only seen the men here riding the creatures I’d seen around the watering hole I’d crash landed into. The Vysarians shared their technological advancement with Earth in exchange for this intergalactic dating scheme, so I’m surprised there are areas on their planet as third world as I’m seeing in this town.

The noise gets closer and to the left, down in the main fairway. I finally see what’s making the noise when it comes into view. It’s a motorbike of sorts that has wheels but hovers a foot off the ground. It’s the oddest thing I’ve ever seen. That is, until I see who is riding it.

I draw in a shocked gasp when the man riding the bike looks my way. He’s green. Actually green! The exact tone of green we all used to use to colour in the aliens we drew as kids. The size of him is the next thing that shocks me. I can immediately see even though he is sitting down, he is bigger in stature than the majority of the men here. He is shirtless and at first I think it’s because he is proud and showing off the swollen muscles that bulge from his torso and arms which have protruding knotted muscles streaked across them. Until I see billowing lengths of skin on the underside of his arms stuck to his torso.

My mouth drops open. He has wings. But that’s not the weirdest thing—the weirdest thing is that he has skin whiskers as thick as fingers protruding out from either side of his strong nose that wiggle like mini snakes. I blink in case I’m seeing things. No, I’m not. He has four eyes. Like what the fuck! His hair is a silvery white colour and it’s cut short—like grade two short, showing off his perfectly formed fin that divides his skull into two like a perfect skin Mohican. My jaw drops open.

Those four eyes find mine between the bars of my cage and lock onto to them. It’s only for the briefest of moments, but I feel how powerful he is in the weight of his stare in that fleeting moment before he comes to a stop in front of a crowd of my captors.

Who the hell is he? Has he come to try to stake a claim on me, too? One thing I do know is, he’s the kind of alien I thought only came from warped imaginations. But this dude is flesh and blood real.

A group led by the one who has been the most dominant in trying to claim me, stop him. They converse, but by the looks of their body language, they’re not about to hold a parade to welcome him. The way he holds his chin high and pushed his enormous chest out shows them all he’s not the least bit intimidated by the fact that the group is outnumbering him ten to one. That’s not even taking into account the other aliens milling about close by. From my estimations roughly counting the crowd that gathers below me every night compete in various ways to stake their claim on me, there must be close to fifty men living and working within this vicinity.

When the leader of the group stops talking to him, just like the sea parting for Moses, the men all stand on either side of the green dude, and he rides through them, parks his motorbike, and gets off. When he straightens, his back is ramrod straight. He stands a foot taller than the other humanoid aliens and he’s an intimidating sight.

I shiver. God, if he is here to try to stake a claim on me, I hope he fails miserably. The last thing I want is to be paired off with one of the townsfolk, but I’d take one of them all day long over being paired with the green giant. I’m strong enough to be able to physically fight off one of the humanoid aliens if he tries to force himself on me, but that dude...he could probably take out eight of these men on a bad day. He glances my way before disappearing into a building.

Looking down to the ground, my shoulders drop in despair when I see the men who’d spoken to him turn around and head my way. I audibly sigh. Here they come again. It’s the same time every day. Every muscle in my body tenses and I carefully tread from bar to bar so as not to fall through the six-inch gaps between them as I do a perimeter of my six meter squared open-bared cell—a routine I perform every time they come for me to hype myself up. I watch them cautiously through the bars of the bottom of the cage as they all stare up at me.

The one who always leads them points up at me and I wish I had enough moisture in my mouth to launch a globular attack at him. “Here pretty, pretty. It’s time to come down and say hello again.”

I give him the birdie. “Fuck you!”

He shakes his head. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you when I win you. But when I do, you won’t be allowed to speak such filthy words. In fact, I’m thinking of gagging you and keeping you permanently tied to my bed.”

His statement infuriates me. I’m not his or anyone else’s whore, and even though I so desperately wanted a man when I was back on Earth, I take it all back now that I’ve seen what men here are really like.

There is a kerfuffle below me, and I see a fight break out. Fists fly and a small dust cloud soon forms, encasing the fighters.

“She’ll be mine! She’ll be tied to my bed.”

“Not after I whip you in today’s fight!”

My cage swings as it is lowered and I have to hold on tight for fear of a foot slipping through one of the gaps in the bars. I suck in a deep breath and let out a groan. How much longer do I have to endure this nightmare? If the government haven’t come for me by now, I’m presuming they think I and the other women I travelled here with died when our individual pods crashed here. If that’s the case, I need to escape and go in search of my friends, Ava, Deja, Cassie and Eve. I need to know if they are alive and well. Screw men! Screw all men, human and alien. I wished we’d never won the intergalactic dating competition.

My cage judders on the ground and three men all make a move for the door, fighting to be the one to open it by pushing each other out of the way. My hands naturally form into fists. All it takes is for whoever’s getting me out of here today to open the cage door a little wider than normal, and then I’m out of here.

The door opens and I hold my breath. It’s not quite enough but... I make my escape bid before they reach in for me and barge the door hard with shoulder. It’s a bruising move, but I have too much adrenaline coursing through my veins to feel any pain at this moment. If I’ve done any damage, I’ll tend to my injuries when I’m a million miles from here.

The door flings open and slams into two of the men, pushing them onto their backsides. The alien man who’d opened the cage door makes a pathetic grab for me, but I slip through his fingers. The other men are on the other side of the cage and I’m out of their reach too. I make a run for it, sprinting away from the ruckus now materialising behind me.

My head spins from left to right, my eyes wide. Where do I run to? The main high street has too many other alien men heading this way, and there are too many to my right, who are momentarily dumbstruck by my escape. So that means there’s only one way to go, and I hope to god it’s not a dead end. I make a run for the gap at the back of the building to my left.

“Get her!”

Footsteps echoes down the small alleyway between the buildings behind me as I make my bid to put distance between me and my captors. I’m tall and I have exceptionally long legs. I’ve griped about them so many times in the past whilst out shopping with my sisters because of how I’d always struggled to find pants that aren’t meant to be ankle grazers, but now I’m praising all fifty-six inches of them as they widen the gap between the humanoid aliens and me.

I briefly glance back over my shoulder. They have nothing on me. I’m doing it...I’m actually escaping. For the first time in a week, I feel my cheeks pull up with my grin. I want to jump into the air and punch it triumphantly, but I don’t want to tempt fate, even though right now, the probability of me escaping this town is looking high. I just hope that once I’m out in the wilderness, those weird alien horse-creatures they ride around on don’t have the same smelling capabilities as canines.

One of them surprises me when he suddenly steps out in front of me from a side alley. He scrunches his face up into a sneer and lifts his arms with open hands, ready to ensnare me again.

Uh-huh. No way José.

I pull back my strongest arm, and draw my fingers tight inside my thumb, making a compact ball. Considering my height, I don’t have particularly large hands, but that doesn’t mean my punch is going to be any less powerful or painful.

Leaping into the air at the last second, I release my contracted biceps muscle and drive my fist into his nose. His eyes widen in surprise, and so do mine when I hear a crunch, followed by an explosion of blood spraying out of his nostrils.

His hands fling to his face and he staggers backward, howling. I can hear the thundering feet of the men chasing me closing in, but worse, I can hear their growls and grunts of frustration. They do not sound like very happy chappies. I’m not hanging around to find out how unhappy they are. I haven’t got time for this idiot either, so I grab hold of his shoulder and yank him to one side as I continue to run past him.

There is a T junction coming up at the end of the alley. Which direction should I go? This could be the biggest decision on whether I escape or not from behind this warren of buildings. It’s coming up fast. My heart is pounding. Which way do I go?

Left?

Right?

Definitely left.

No...right is the right way.

At the last second, something in my gut is drawing me in a different direction. I always follow my instincts—they’ve never let me down yet. There is also an alley to my right before I get to the T junction.

I decide to go with my gut.

Spinning on my heels, I practically skate around the corner of it and dive into the alley, going into a sprint any Olympic champion would win a gold medal for. I look back over my shoulder again to see if I’m being followed. The men run past the end of it towards the T Junction and thankfully, none of them look my way. I close my eyes in relief and turn my head back.

*CRASH*

I slam into something that feels partially—only partially, softer than a brick wall. Stars appear in front of my eyes and I go woozy. Large calloused hands grip my wrists and stop me from falling back. I blink to try to rid myself of the stars by shaking my head, but I think I might just be concussed.

A growl makes me blink harder. It’s so deep in tone, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. A baritone if ever I heard one. “What do I do?” I don’t think the mountainous man in front of me is asking me my opinion. His voice is low, as if he’s muttering to himself. “She’s smells so good...so fucking god—fuck! What do I fucking do?” My stomach plummets to my feet.

The stars disappear and my vision clears. I’m looking at two slabs of muscle—green muscle. My head tilts back as my eyes rise to see a neck as thick as my waist, a chin that has stronger right-angles than the measuring tool I used to use at work, wriggling skin snakes which are protruding out on either side of a strong flat nose, and four sparkling jade green eyes that make my fifty-six inch long legs go weak at the intensity of their stare.

My mouth opens and I hear words tumble out, answering the question he’d mumbled to himself. “Help me?”

His four eyes blink and his jaw drops open. His facial skin snakes stop moving for a moment, but then they go into a frenzy. He shakes his head. “No. Timing is wrong.”

What? What does he mean by that? 

Heavy footsteps thunder behind me. I’m suddenly nauseous. I’ve lost my opportunity to escape...and all because this green mountain of flesh stopped me.

Chapter 4

Balic

The group who’d stopped me, walk towards the female and the male who’d done most of the talking flicks a wrist and points a finger, issuing commands. The cage she’s lapping starts to lower and three of the males jostle between themselves, already fighting over the spoils. My shoulders are tense as I glare their way in between spooning the slop I just purchased into my mouth, which I’m only eating as a ruse to cast off any suspicion from the gawping males surrounding me at the other tables.

I sneakily cast my eyes over the males, assessing if they have any weapons on display or hidden. Some have blasters in holsters swung low on their hips. Others have daggers in straps across their chests. All are armed. Even the shop owner standing at the serving counter, has a blaster mounted on the wall behind him. The plan to free the female will have to take into account the fact that I’m vastly outnumbered by males who are tooled up to their eyeballs.

Movement outside catches my eye and I lift my gaze to see the female push past two males and hightail it towards the back of the buildings. Some of the males around me see her escape too and jump to their feet. “The female’s escaping!”

There is a clamour to get through the door, but I make sure I’m the last to leave. I want to jump on my bike, fire it up and go get her, but I don’t know where she’ll be. I’ve yet to scope the place out now that the town has been extended with new builds. Those new back alleys might be dead ends, and if I get caught with the female on the way out, there’s a likelihood she could get hurt in the crossfire, because there’s no way I wouldn’t go out blazing.

The males leaving the eatery run in the same direction the other males who had gathered around the cage head towards. I run to the right, to an alley I’d seen on my way down the high street earlier, in between a hotel and what looked like a bar.

What is my plan? I don’t have one, but if the chance arises for me to seize the female and hightail it out of here, you won’t see me for dust.

The alley leads off into several other alleyways, going behind buildings that look residential in structure. It’s a true maze, and one I can’t figure out in this short amount of time. I can hear the thuds and echoes of numerous heavy feet, and I decide to go in a different direction because if I were the female fleeing, I would make sure I headed away from my pursuer’s noise.

I turn a corner and someone slams into me. I’m just about to gift the stupid male in question a second shock to his system in the form of a very hard punch to his gut when I realise it isn’t a male—it’s the escaped female.

She ricochets off my chest and I have to grab hold of her wrists to stop her from falling over. Her eyes appear to be dazed as they look up to me. I look her up and down, too. I can’t believe I’m holding onto a female—a human female—in the flesh.

She’s completely different to Aph’is’ female, Ava. This one has very dark brown skin and even darker eyes. Her hair is also very dark—black even, and it’s scraped off her face and pulled up on top of her head into a small knot. Her neck is long and slender to match her body, and although I can see very defined, muscled arms and shoulders, she has many dips and curves to her body too, just like Ava had, with no straight edges like the different female species I’ve partied with before.

“What do I do?” I whisper. I have seconds to make a decision. Do I whip her over my body and run like crazy back to my bike and I hope I don’t see any more Vysarian males on the way there? Or do I gain favour with the males and return her to them until I can harvest a more cunning plan of escape? “She’s smells so good...so fucking good—fuck! What do I fucking do?” My hearts are thundering in my chest at my indecision.

Her eyes finally focus on me. “Help me?”

I blink. That’s what I’m here to do...help her. I can hear the Vysarian male’s footsteps getting closer. My twitchers are going crazy because I’m churned up with indecision. Finally, I make up my mind and shake my head. “No. Timing is wrong.”

Her mouth drops open and I see a pink tongue and small, white blunt teeth like Aph’is’ human mate. She appears to be surprised by my answer, but before I can expand on it, the Vysarians turn into the alley we are in. I think fast and stick my chest out triumphantly, raising one of her arms, and lifting her feet off the ground.

She kicks out at me and I hold her at arm’s length as if she is feral. “Let me go, you fucking ugly motherfucker!”

I hike a thumb at myself as the breathless, wide-eyed Vysarians come to an abrupt stop in front of me. “I found the female.”

“She’s our female!” the mouthy male from earlier says, and spits on the ground at my feet.

A rumbling growl escapes my throat. “If she were your female, she wouldn’t be free to run through the town’s back alleys, now would she?”

The males make a move to draw their blasters. I shake my head calmly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I just injected the female with a micro bomb. One wrong move from anyone and I’ll bite down on the detonator, embedded in my back fangs.

The male leader snarls. “You wouldn’t do that. You’d kill yourself.”

I hack up my own hogey and spit it out, aiming it at his boots. I don’t miss. “Well...I see it like this. If I try to leave with the female, you’ll shoot me before I get twenty feet away. I need a guarantee. So, if you plan on killing me, I’m gonna take as many of you out with me as well... Just to let you know, if you try to just shoot me now to get me out of the picture, it ain’t gonna happen. As soon as I relax my jaw, I’ll detonate and take us all out.” The female sucks in a sharp breath. “However, I’m a fair male. How’s about you give me a shot at winning this female in these contests you’ve been conducting, like the rest of you? We all know they are rarer than the Vysarian jewels of Mont Triskey. That way, if I lose fair and square, I’ll remove the detonator from the female... If I win, I’ll take one of your males with me to the edge of the city and release him when I have a fair shot at getting away from here with my female’s and my life intact.”

I don’t know where that lie just came from, but I can hardly keep the insane grin off my face. If only my brothers were here to see this now. They’d never believe I could come up with such a plot—especially Devoq.

The crowd of Vysarians all raise their voiced opinions at once, and not one clear voice can be heard. The leading male holds his hands up to quieten them down. “It seems the Jaszova isn’t giving us any other option.” He looks down at the globule of spittle on the toe of his boot and looks at me through narrowed eyes. I can see the hatred behind them. He tugs up the corners of his mouth into a cruel smile. “Bring the female back to her cage... Jaszova” He turns his back on me, expecting me to do as I’m told.

I lower the female’s feet onto the ground. She sighs in relief. “Nooo-pe!” I make sure I pop the last part of my answer.

He spins around to face me, his nostrils flaring and his jaw jutting out. “What did you say?”

“I said, no. The female isn’t going back in that cage. She’s going to have a room in your hotel...and I’m getting a room there too.”

The crowd starts up with their rowdy protests again. I walk towards them, dragging the female behind me who appears to be digging her heels in, making this more difficult than it needs to be. I look from face to face. “Shall we go, males?”  They instantly shut up when I’m amongst them, and look up at me with looks that could kill.

The leading Vysarian male, still sporting a globule of my insides on his boot, shoves past me. I barely feel it, which is surprising, as it looks as if he put all of his weight behind the shove. “Follow me!” he snarls. “I own the hotel. I’ll show you your rooms.” He looks back over his shoulder at me. “So that means I’ll be stationing a male outside the female’s room at all times. There’s no way you’re going to be the first to taste her.”

I growl and mutter my reply under my breath. “What does he think she is? An object without feelings to sample and whet sexual appetites?”

The female looks at me strangely. Did she hear me?

Some of the males loiter behind me. They’re obviously waiting for me to make a move first. I follow the hotel owner, keeping hold of the female’s wrist and pull her, so that she’s made to follow behind me. She reluctantly moves her feet. I don’t want to drag her and hurt her more than necessary just to maintain this façade, just to throw them off the reason why I’m really here, so I make an impatient and aggressive show of pulling her to me to pick her up.

She lashes out at me. I grab her curled up fist, and it encases in mine. I’m impressed at how strong she is. I’d say the strength behind her punch shows she’s almost as strong as any male here. “Get your weird ass six fingered hand off me, freak!”

Her words hurt me more than her punch did. I rumble out a growling reply that halts everyone in their tracks. “Then don’t make me do something we’ll both regret.”

Her brow shoots up. A few of the Vysarian males chuckle. Others give me glowering looks, but no one says a word. I turn around and drag her by her wrist. It’s fragile. I could break her bones with just a hint of pressure. I’m clenching my fangs as I follow behind the others towards the hotel. It’s killing me to act this way, and I can feel a wedge being driven further between us. When the time comes to escape, how am I going to get her to trust me?

When we reach the hotel, the owner is outside up a level that surrounds the building, talking to the three men who were fighting amongst themselves earlier to open the cage. He turns around when he hears us approaching and looks at me while he addresses the crowd of males behind us.

“Because of the addition of this Jaszova, today’s challenge is going to be delayed until this afternoon.” There is a murmur of unrest from the males behind me. “Go about your daily business as usual, and we’ll reconvene at six underneath the cage.”

One of the males to my right points at the hotel owner. “Who made you the male in charge?” other males murmur in agreement.

The hotel owner crosses his arms and juts out his chin. “Well, since the marshal got killed in the challenge two days ago, and...since I own the majority of the businesses in this town, I say I’m more than qualified to say what’s what.”

The man crosses his arms defiantly. “Well, I reckon I’d like that position too. Especially if it means I can keep the female at my business premises overnight.” He turns his head and looks the female up and down with a lecherous lick of his lips. The female gives him daggers. I’m impressed by how unintimidated she appears to be by the males leering after her in her dire situation.

The hotel owner spits on the ground. “I reckon we’ll put it to a vote.” He turns his head from left to right, looking at the faces of all the males, and then rolls his shoulders back. “You know...I was thinking of putting rents up tomorrow. But I guess I’ll see how I feel later on.” His blackmailing words are blatant, but no one utters a word, even the Vysarian contesting his power. I’m guessing he rents his business off the hotelier. “Right. Let’s cast this vote. Raise your left arm if you want Cathus to organise the challenges.” He stabs a finger at the challenging male. “Or raise your right arm if you want me to continue doing so!”

Arms lift into the air. Unless Vysarian males don’t know their left from their right, it’s a landslide victory to the hotelier. His smile is jubilant. “See you all at six.” He looks over at me. “Jaszova.” He turns and walks into the hotel and his three goons follow him close at his heels. I glance down at the female. She’s looking down at my hold on her wrist. She must feel the heat of my stare because she raises her head to look up at me. My twitchers move and some reach out for her. She screws up her face in disdain and pulls back before walking towards the hotel, this time pulling me behind her.

Chapter 5

Bee

If it hadn’t have been for the ugly alien who showed up on his hovering motorbike, I could be miles from here by now.

I don’t let him lead me into the hotel—I pull him. I want to show him I’m no pushover. If I don’t get another chance to escape, and he wins all the challenges these idiots are partaking in to claim me, I’ll be lumbered with him. He’ll stake his claim on me, and it will be even harder to escape. There’s no way I can overpower him. He’s a beast of an alien man.

The leader and one of the men walk up the stairs. The green alien strides past me and looks down at me with a glower, growling a warning, which I’m guessing is because he likes to be in charge. I look up into his four eyes and I feel like those eyes are staring straight into my soul. I straighten my back and push my chest out defiantly. His eyes drop to my tits and the tip of his tongue snakes out of his mouth and quickly licks all the way around. My nipples ping out as if they have a life of their own. I gasp. The audacity. He’s worse than the others. I lift my arm to cover them. It’s as if I’ve broken the spell because he blinks and lifts his eyes to meet mine. I glower at him. I swear I see the corner of his mouth hitch before he turns away and follows the other men up the stairs, pulling me after him.

The leading man points to a door. “You can take this room, Jaszova.”

He finally releases his grip on my wrist, and I’m amazed at how it tingles without his touch. The green alien steps into the room but he doesn’t close the door. He leans on the doorway and crosses his arms and legs, watching us.

The hotelier walks across the landing and opens the door opposite. He turns to look at the other man. “You will wait here at all times.” He points to a chair by the wall. “Grab that and sit on it outside the female’s doorway.” The man nods. He opens the door and leads the way into the room. I follow, silent, only because my voice is too hoarse to ask questions. Like why the fuck didn’t he give me this room a week ago.

He turns to face me and walks up close—too close—invading my personal space, too close. I make a move to step back, but he grabs my arm, digging his fingers in. It fucking hurts like crazy, but I refuse to show him I’m in pain. A loud rumbling growl draws both of our heads to the doorway. The green alien’s face is screwed up into an angry glare. The hotelier reluctantly releases me, but he leans in close so that no one can hear him but me.

“When you become mine, I’m going to lock you in this room.” He leans in closer and I can sell his rancid breath. “I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck...your cunt will belong to me to do with it as I please. Your mouth with suck what I want it to suck... Your tongue will lick what I want it to lick. You will belong to me...only me ...forever.”

His fetid breath rakes across my exposed neck and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I suddenly feel dirtier from it touching me than from a week of not being able to bathe.

He pulls away and my stomach tightens. He walks towards the door but doesn’t look back. I see a look of concern in four green eyes before the door is pulled shut.

My legs buckle and I fall to the floor. Tears brim on my lower lashes and a ball forms in my throat, but I refuse to cry. I’m a strong woman. I’ve lived without men in my life for forever. They will not take away my strength. This is not the damn twentieth century, although this past week has felt a whole damn like it. I feel as if I’ve been whisked back in time. Sucked into the books we were made to read in history class.

I think of the other women I’d travelled here with, Ava, Cassie, Eve and Deja. If they are lucky enough to have survived like me, what would they be doing now? I doubt they would be feeling sorry for themselves. I push up onto my feet and draw in a long deep breath. I need to be strong for them. I need to escape here and go in search of them the first chance I get.

Lifting my head, I cast my eyes around the room. There is a bed, a chair, something that I hope is a toilet, and an oval bathtub with a metal right-angled object that has to be a tap. I cross both of my fingers as I walk over and examine it, looking for a knob to turn or a lever to lift. I pull my brow together, flummoxed. There’s nothing. My head drops back and I screw my eyes closed. No. The stupid—. I look at it as I slap it in frustration. Water instantly splashes out from the bottom of it. I want to whoop for joy, but my throat is too sore. Tentatively dipping my fingers in the flowing stream of lilac coloured water, I crack my mouth into an enormous grin when I discover the water is heated and scramble to grab what looks like the plug. In less than a minute I’ve stripped out of the clothes I’ve been wearing since I crash landed here eight days, and stepping into the rising water at the start of the next minute, sighing as I did when I experienced my first orgasm after discovering a magic bean hidden in a hood at the top of my pussy in my teens.

The tub is too short for my long legs and I lay them over the edges, wide apart, letting the warm water sink into the nooks and crannies between my legs that have only been out in the fresh air sparingly in the last week, and usually at night when no one is watching. Thankfully, apart from once three days ago when my stomach ached badly, and I’d been forced to squeeze out a few hard bibbles, I’ve only been doing number ones. The lack of food could be the reason, but I think it’s more to do with my body being shocked into poop remission.

I eye the thing that could be a toilet and swallow, forcing out a few words from my scratchy throat. “You and me have got a date later, buddy.”

Twisting my head from left to right, I look for soap. There isn’t any. I suppose things were just going too smoothly. Undeterred, I begin to scrub at my skin with the palm of my hand. The filth that coats me wipes away, staining the water. The bath is almost full, but I don’t want to wash in dirty water so I pull out the plug and continue washing under the flowing water. After washing my hair under the streaming water, I replace the plug and let it re-fill almost to the top before touching the tap and stopping it. Then I close my eyes and lay back, my legs still wide, hanging over the edges.

It’s an awareness that wakes me. An awareness that something is amiss. My body moves and I feel the weightlessness of it in cooling water.

Ahhhh, the bath. That’s what it is. I fell asleep in the hotel bathtub.

A small throat clearing makes my eyes fling open, my hands lift to cover my breasts, and my legs splashback together. I should have known. Why did I let my guard down? I lift my head quickly to see which of the humanoid aliens I have to fight off this time. But to my astonishment, the only alien in my room is the green four-eyed one.

Holy cow. Did he see my minge?

“What you doing?” I manage to squeeze out.

He points to a cup and a bowl on a table next to the bath. “I got you something to ease your throat. A hot drink and some type of liquid food. Fuck knows what it is. And it will probably taste like dirty feet, but at least it’s something because in the four hours I’ve been here, I haven’t seen anyone offer you a drink.” I don’t want to smile, but the humorous comment is the closest thing I’ve had to something I can call human since I said goodbye to my friends on the ship. The snakey things on his face suddenly stop moving, and his four eyes stare at my face, waiting for a reply. The corners of my mouth quiver, trying to smile. “Not even after your attempted escape.”

My building smile instantly vanishes, and I grab the beverage and take a long drink to soothe my parched throat while attempting to keep my breasts submerged in the lilac water. The green alien watches me silently, while glancing towards the door.

I place the cup down and push past the pain in my throat to speak. “You’re not supposed to be in here. How did you get past the guard?”

Huffs. “Guard. He couldn’t stop his piss mid-flow even if he realised he was peeing his brains out.” The smile threatens to creep back on my face again. This four eyed green alien might not look anything like me, but his sense of humour binds him closer to the human species than my captors, the aliens who are humanoid in their physical appearance. “I need to tell you something.” My ears prick up. “I’m here to hel—” A rowdy crowd of voices can be heard outside. The green alien runs over to the window and looks out. “Fuck! There’re coming in here.” He strides towards the door.

“Wait! What were you going to tell me?”

He shakes his head and opens the door. I can see the guard either asleep of knocked out on the chair outside my room. He looks back at me. “You’d better get dressed.” Then he walks out into the corridor and closes the door behind him.

I get out of the bath and look around for something to dry myself on. Not surprisingly, there’s nothing. Sighing, I look at my pile of dirty clothes and grimace. Wet, clean body and dirty clothes just don’t mix, but I don’t have an option. Picking up my underwear, I decide against putting them back on and hide them under the bed covering until I get a chance to wash them. I slip my feet into the legs of my pants and drag them on, and quickly do the same with my bra, socks, and shirt. Lastly, I pull my boots on and with a sigh and I sit down on the seat the green alien’s butt had vacated moments ago. It’s still warm, which makes me wonder how long he was sitting quietly watching me before I woke up. The thought of him studying me in the bath makes my stomach flutter. I curse myself for the feeling.

My eyes steer to the drink and the bowl of alien soup and my stomach flutters again. He’s been here in this town mere hours, yet he has shown me more compassion in that short amount of time than all the others have in the week I’ve been their captive. I lift the bowl to my lips and tilt it back. It’s almost tasteless, but it’s food I can eat without pain. His small acts of kindness make me consider him more. What is his name? What type of alien is he, and why is he here on this planet—Planet Vysaria? Why would he join in staking a claim on me? Does he plan to sell me to the highest bidder? And would it be on this planet or his own? I shiver. The sooner I attempt my second escape, the better.

I hear the voice of the leading Vysarian outside in the corridor berating the man who is sleeping or unconscious, before the door to my room flings open and he barges in, tailed by the two stooges who were following him around yesterday. His eyes flick over me and then fall on the bowl in my hands.

His face clouds. “Who brought you that?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It was here when I awoke.”

“It’s time for today’s challenges.” He looks at his stooges. “Bring her!”

I stiffen and resist as they grab hold of me.

Chapter 6

Balic

I’m standing amongst the other Vysariam males who are waiting to enter the challenge. We are waiting beneath the cage the human female has been imprisoned in for the past week. There is a ripple of unrest. Each one eyes up the competition. I guess each if these males has the advantage of knowing each other’s weaknesses. Being the outsider, I’m going to have to presume they’re all good at everything.

The hotelier comes into view with the human female walking behind him, a minion to each side of her. Her body language shows she is far from being broken and intimidated by her week of captivity. Her eyes are defiant, silently challenging any prospective male who seeks to claim her. They scream, “you might break my body, but you’ll never break my spirit.” The defiance of them arouses me immensely.

The hotelier looks from each of the Vysarian males faces, before resting his eyes on me. “After a week of challenges, we are down to the strongest remaining males...and a Jaszova newcomer, who gave us no other alternative but to let him join in on the challenge at this late time.” All eyes turn to me. They scowl at me, but I glower back at them, my twitchers swaying very slowly from side to side, showing my inner tension. The males look warily from them to my flaring nostrils and jutted out chin. My body language is subtle, but it’s enough to make them quickly drop their gazes and turn away. “Put the female in the cage!”

“Is that necessary?” I speak before I think.

The hotelier huffs. “What do you suggest? We leave her standing freely on the sidelines to run away again?” Sarcasm drips off his every word.

“Well, you didn’t do such a great job of preventing that from happening by using the cage earlier?”

His jaw tics. The invisible challenge crackling between us is palpable. “She’s going back up in the cage.”

The female looks across at me with a furrowed brow, as if I’m a puzzle she is trying to work out. One of the goons lowers the cage and the Vysarian males and I step out of the way. The other goon pushes the female towards it. She glances my way as she passes me and my hearts almost beat out of sync with each other because I swear the derision behind her dark eyes has now changed to a look of intrigue instead.

The cage lifts into the air above us again, and the hotelier slaps his hands together and grins. “Let the challenge begin.”

The males walk towards the edge of the area below the cage and turn around. I follow suit. Each one begins to strip out of his upper clothing and weapons, dropping them into a pile at their feet. I don’t wear clothing on my upper body because of my underarm skin wings, but I reluctantly strip out of the leather straps that criss-cross my chest and hip, holding my blaster. Looking around, I’m wondering what the hell type of challenge is going to ensue. I keep my lower eyes focused on the males around me and let my upper eyes look up at the cage. The female is crouched down, holding onto the bars and she’s looking in one direction—mine.

The males walk forward and form two circles facing each other. I’m slow to get into place as I have no clue about what is about to occur, so I’m in the outer circle. Not surprisingly, the hotelier is the Vysarian I’m left to face. Shirtless, he’s a burly male with thick-set shoulders almost equal in width to mine, and arms bulging with muscle. One thing is for certain, he didn’t get them working in the hotel trade. He’s half a head shorter than I am but we hold each other’s gaze as he talks.

“Today’s challenge... One punch each is allowed starting with the male in the inner circle throwing the first punch,” he sneers at me smiles, “and then the outer circle side-steps left to face the next male in the opposing circle to repeat this process until you have gone through all the males in the opposing circle...well, all the males who are still standing.”

“Ah! A punch out?”

He nods with a glint in his eyes. “Yes. I hope you can take precautions in your mouth not to slam your teeth together and detonate that bomb you’ve implanted in the female.” He raises a questioning eyebrow, as if he’s calling my bluff and testing me to see if what I told him was the truth. I nod confidently and wink both of the eyes on my right. His smug smile instantly vanishes. He juts out a determined chin. “On my mark, all males in the inner circle strike the male facing you, then it will be your opponent’s turn if he is still standing, then continue around the circle.” He draws back his fist and I straighten and clench my teeth. “Now!”

I hear unified smacks of bone on bone, followed by a collective of groans and thuds as some bodies fall to the ground, just as the hotelier’s fist makes contact with my nose and jaw. My head flicks back a few inches, and I feel a trickle of warmth slide over my mouth. He’s made my nose bleed. It was a good punch, I’ll give him that. The hotelier’s face contorts in anger because he’s been unable to knock me out, but that quickly washes away and it’s replaced by fear. I roll my neck and then my shoulders.

“My turn.”

I pull back my fist and let it fly in an explosive burst. The hotelier tries to lean to the side to avoid it, the cheating bastard, but he’s not quick enough and it catches him on the cheekbone. He staggers back a few steps and his eyes flutter, but he doesn’t fall. He should have done. If he’d have felt the full wrath behind my punch, he’d be out cold.

One of his minions calls out. “Outer circle, move to your left!”

I growl at the hotelier, whose eyes are blinking as he desperately tries to stay conscious. “Fucking cheaters always get their comeuppance.” I step over the unconscious male to my left and face the one who knocked him out. He’s short, but he’s a mountain of a male with shoulders inches wider than mine, and a chin that looks as if was made out of stone.

Glancing at the hotelier, I see he’s regained his faculties, and he’s looking at me with murderous eyes. I look up at the cage. The female’s eyes are trained only on me. Her vested interest in me fuels my urge to win this challenge.

The same minion gives his second order. “On my mark, all males in the inner circle strike the male facing you!” The male with the oversized shoulders draws back his fist. “Now!”

His punch is surprisingly less powerful than I was expecting. It makes contact with my chin, but this time, I tense my neck muscles and my head remains fixed. The male shakes his fist and examines his knuckles with an open mouth.

This time I use my opposite arm, my weaker one, just for the fun of it. My fist connects with eyes and the force of it propels him backward. He slams onto his back, his arms splayed out to his sides in a crucified position.

A whooping noise from above draws my eyes up again and I see the female smiling and looking at the casualty of my thump. I push my chest out, feeling proud of myself for bringing a smile to the female’s face. I feel a compulsion to make her smile some more.

I go from male to male around the ring, alternating my arms and my technique, to knock out each male who stands in front of me, and with each male I knock out, an excited squeal sounds out from above.

I’m so focused on punching the next male so that I can hear the wonderful female laughter, which is like magical music to my ears, I don’t realise I’ve gone right around the circle until I’m standing in front of the hotelier again.

He’s panting hard. His cheek bone is black and his eye above it is half-closed, and the sight of it gives me a sick satisfaction. It’s the side I hit. I grin. I cross my arms and hold my chin up to him, offering him a second shot. He puckers his mouth and growls as he draws back his fist.

“Boss! This challenge is over. All challenging males have taken their turn on everyone... You and the Jaszova are the only remaining males. Only two of you will be entering the challenge tomorrow.”

He exerts a heavy breath and drops his arm. He looks over at his two minions. “Take the female to her room!” He turns his head to stare at me. “And make sure both of you stand guard tonight.” He walks away, his chest out and his shoulders back. I watch him until the clattering of the cage being lowered behind me and the groans and grunts of males waking up, draws my attention.

The female is standing up with her hands wrapped around the bars and her black eyes boring into me. I dip my head at her and turn away. Retrieving my straps and blaster, I step over bodies and pat the pocket of my pants to make sure I still have some credos as I walk towards the bar. I need a fucking drink.

Pushing through the door, all eyes turn to me. The place is almost empty, which is hardly surprising considering there are at least thirty unconscious Vysarian males on the ground outside. The bartender eyes me warily as I approach. I wait for him to talk first.

“What you having?”

“What you got?”

“Groog beer or Marley liquor.”

“I’ll take the beer.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pours. “We were watching you through the window.”

I move two eyes to look at him. The other two keep an eye on the eight males sitting at three separate tables. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. What makes you think you can come into our town and stake a claim on our female?”

“What makes you think you can own a female like you can one of your shimpas?”

She invaded our town—landed in our shimpa water hole.”

“So instead of helping her, you decided you own her...Nice.” I think my sarcasm is lost on them.

“What are you going to do with her if you win the last challenge?”

My brow shoots up. “The last challenge?”

“Yeah,” he points outside, “everyone was defeated today except for you and Gazzon, the male we elected earlier as our new leader. We held them daily since we found the female. The final challenge will be tomorrow against you and him.”

“What is the challenge?”

He shrugs. “No one knew until they turned up at the designated point.”

There’s movement in the corner of my eye. One of the males’ hands is sliding down for his blaster. I chug back the rancid beer and slam my cup down as I stand up with my blaster in my hand, pointing at his face. The male jumps with a start. I smile. He isn’t a threat—none of them are. “Right. Better get my beauty sleep then.” The bar tender’s brow shoots up as his eyes roam over my face, taking particular interest in my twitchers.

I’m still smiling as I head next door to the hotel and all the way up the stairs. That is until I realise the guard standing with his back against the door has suspicion written all over his face. I race down the corridor towards him. His eyes bug out when he sees me and he reaches for the blaster at his hip. I open my arms and jump into the air. My wings help me get to him quicker and I bring my fist down fast, slamming it into the centre of his face. As he crashes to the floor, I burst into the room.

The veins in my neck almost explode under the explosion of anger that fires through my body when I see the other goon wrestling with the half clothed female. In the seconds it takes me to clear the room, even though the male is on top of her, the female has already punched him twice and kneed him in his gonads. She’s no pushover.

“She’s mine!” I growl and grab the male’s shoulders, yanking him off the female, I throw him across the room and his head hits the wall. I want to rip his limbs from his body. I turn around and help the female sit up. My twitchers reach out and kiss her face. I don’t try to stop them. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Her teeth are clenched with anger. She looks past me to the Vysarian sprawled half unconscious on the floor. “Fucking men!” She’s suddenly aware of my twitchers touching her face. She pulls away and begins to straighten her clothing. “I-I’m okay.”

There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, which quickly make their way down the corridor to us. The hotelier and other Vysarian males burst into the room. “What the fuck!”

I point from the goon knocked out in the corridor to the one now trying to stagger to his feet. “Ask your males... One was keeping guard while the other was in here, trying to molest the female.”

His face clouds and his fists ball at his sides. “How do I know they weren’t trying to stop you from doing it?”

“Because he stopped them!” spurts out the female.

“I don’t believe that for one second...You two are conspiring.”

The female gasps. “What the fuck! No, we are not. I have no loyalties to him. He’s as bad as all of you! You have enslaved me against my will and are all fighting over me like a pack of dogs over a bone.”

Her words sting, but I guess to her I’m just like them. She doesn’t know this is a rescue mission. Well, I’d better hurry the hell up, because things are getting out of hand. I look down at the female and then back at the hotelier. “Believe what you want. Just know that come tomorrow, one of us will own that female,” I look back at the female, “whether she likes I or not.” I look back at the hotelier. “Make sure you get males you can trust to watch her tonight, because if anything like this happens again, I’ll not spare their lives.” I push past him and the males behind him part to let me through, and I head into my room and slam the door.

Chapter 7

Bee

I watch the green alien’s enormous bulk as he shoves past the main humanoid man and out of the room. My gut is swimming around and around. I’d been expecting the guard to pounce on me as soon as we got to my room because his buddy and he didn’t try to hide their weird ass silent communication bringing me here. I’m lucky I’m as tough as I am. When the green alien burst into my room, I was doing a damn good job fighting off the guard, but he looked like an alien possessed, as he’d proclaimed me as his, before pulling my attacker off me.

Watching him in today’s challenge, I’d actually been rooting for the green alien. If the main man hadn’t have swerved to the side when it was his turn to punch him, he’d have won the challenge easily, because he knocked each of the humanoid men out as if he were knocking over dominos. He’d looked up at me periodically and had shoved out his chest like a parading peacock.

I’d sat in the cage and weighed up everything. The humanoid aliens were more alike me in appearance, but they were least like me in character. Yet the green alien looked like something out of someone’s imagination, recreated out of modelling clay and brought to life. But he’d showed me more compassion than any of them. But then, in a moment, those two words changed everything I’d been formulating about him as a person. I thought he’d truly been helping me because he too had seen that this whole prisoner-capturer situation was wrong. How wrong was I?

Getting up off the floor, my body is jittery. Any other woman would be traumatised for life by that near-rape-miss. It’s made me feel the need to bathe again. I fill the bathtub, but this time I don’t strip, I just kick my boots off and climb into the tub fully clothed. I close my eyes and rest my head back. I feel exhausted—emotionally and physically. I feel as though I’m stuck in a nightmare. I’ve lived my life in a woman’s world. I was powerful. I had my own place, a great job, a wonderful mother, friends, sisters, aunts, cousins. The only thing I thought would make my life perfect was a partner. I craved a man. I’ve barely seen my dad, maybe just a dozen times in my whole life.

A noise by the wall makes me jump. Something is tapping on the other side of it. I ignore it and close my eyes again to sink back into my happy Earth memories. It taps again and then I hear the deep tones of a male voice. “Human female.”

“What the fuck!”

“Human female...can we talk?” Standing up, the water runs from my clothes. I pull out the plug and tug at them. “Human...can you hear me?” I look over at the door. I don’t want to shout that I can in case my answer brings a guard in here when I’m half naked. Whoever it is will just have to be patient.

My pants are the most difficult to shed, but once they’re off I grab the rough blanket from off the bed and wrap it around myself, then I carry a chair over to the wall where the tapping is at its loudest and sit down.

The tapping sounds out again. “Human?”

I tap twice with the tip of my finger and lean my mouth close to the wall. “Who is this, and what do you want?”

“It’s Balic.”

“Who?”

“The male who saved you from the guard.”

I huff. “I was doing okay at saving myself, thank you very much.” He remains quiet. “What do you want?”

“Your name, for starters. I can’t keep calling you human female.”

I inhale a breath and hold it as I consider if I want to give him my name. “It-it’s Bee,” I quickly add, “but only my friends are allowed to call me that. To you, my name is Belinda.”

“I like both versions, but I hope to call you Bee very soon.”

I huff again. “Anyone who thinks they can hold me against my will, will never be a friend of mine.”

“But that’s what I want to talk to you about, Belinda.”

I’ve never liked my Christian name, but rolling off Balic’s tongue, it sounds exotic. “That is the last thing I’m going to discuss with you, Balic!”

“But—”

“But nothing. If you want to talk to me, I’ll talk about anything else. But if you mention the situation I’m trapped in again, I’m gone. I’ll go outside and tell the guard you are trying to collude with me, again.”

I hear a long and low growl. It makes me smile. The prisoner now has a little power back. If the green alien is this easy to persuade now, if he wins the challenge tomorrow, I think I’ll have a chance of persuading him to ride me to the city where I was supposed to land in my pod and meet the Vysarian government and the Vysarian man they’d matched me to.

“Okay, Belinda. Why don’t you tell me about you and why you are here?”

My name passes through the walls and doesn’t lose any of the effects on my body that it had a moment ago. I suck in a shaky breath. Where do I begin? How much do I tell him? Do I tell him the truth or a lie? If I’m truthful, I might not be able to persuade him to take me to the city and as far as I’m concerned, escaping whoever wins me in this challenge is my number one priority.

“I crash landed here about eight days ago in the pod that ejected from the ship which brought me here. The pod landed in a large pool of water and when I fell from the pod into the water, I suddenly felt many hands pulling me out. But the men weren’t there to rescue me. They obviously had other plans for me.”

“Why were you travelling to Vysaria?”

“I came here with four other women. We were the first women sent from Earth on an intergalactic match-making programme set up between the Vysarian government and the government from America, the first country on my planet the Vysarians made contact with.”

“So you came here to mate with Vysarians, eh? How’s that working out for you?”

I stutter a laugh. Is he for real? “I mean, I know women are in the minority here, but come on... I wouldn’t even treat road kill the way I’ve been treated.” Dare I broach the subject of him being as bad as the Vysarians and wanting to have me, too? Fuck it—why not? “Why are you mocking the Vysarians men when you are in this challenge expecting to own me and most probably planning to do the same with me as them? To own me as and treat me like some type of slave? Probably a sex slave!”

He doesn’t answer me, so I put my ear closer to the wall. I can hear his deep breathing. My heart fires up and races at twice the pace it was at a moment ago. Why the hell did I say that? And why the hell did I use the word sex in my sentence?  

His answer is slow and controlled. “I wouldn’t make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do...with me.”

And there it is laid bare on the table in not so many words... He wants to do sexual things with me. My pussy comes alive and starts to contract as if it has a life of its own. “Are you admitting you want to own me?”

“I want to have you.”

My brain is scrambled. Why is he talking in riddles? My nipples rise into peaks and brush against the rough texture of the blanket I have wrapped around me. It’s exquisite torture.

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”

No reply.

My outer is now touching the wall. I can’t hear his breathing anymore. He can’t leave me hanging. “Balic?” There’s not a peep. “Balic?” That time I said his name a little too loud. I glance towards the door, expecting the guard to rush in. Listening once more to the wall, I resign to the fact that his side of the wall is empty. I sigh with frustration. The coarse fabric of the blanket is playing havoc with my nipples, so I pull it off and drop it onto the bed. Turning around, I look for my clothes and groan when I remember I’ve left them in the bathtub soaking wet.

I go over to the tub and bend over it. Taking hold of my shirt, and twist it. I need to get rid of the excess water and hang my clothes up to dry. When I can’t wring any more out of my shirt, I shake out the creases and throw it over the edge of the tub. I make a start on my pants, but halfway through squeezing, I remember my soiled panties. I turn around to retrieve them, just as Balic straightens from climbing through my window. I open my mouth to scream and in a flash, he has slapped his hand to my face and his body to mine. My pert breasts are squished against his granite chest, my bullet hard nipples trying to poke through his green skin armour.

My eyes are wide with horror. I’ve only just fought off a man trying to cop a feel with and more, but at least I had a barrier of clothes to protect me. The snake things on his face are smothering my face with what appears to me small delicate touches, as if their tips are highly sensitive and peppering my skin, getting to feel it at different points. His eyes are as wide as mine and are almost pleading with me not to scream.

He lowers his mouth to my ear and his hot breath on the nape of my neck and my bare shoulder sends the hairs covering my skin to attention. “I’m not here to hurt you or touch you...I just want to talk, face to face. So when I release my hand from your mouth, don’t scream, or I’ll be forced to kill the guard and that won’t end well for either of us. Okay?” I nod my head. “I’m going to remove my hand. The rest is up to you.”

No pressure then.

His hand drops and my lips part. His four eyes move erratically over my face, waiting to see if I’ll give him away. I can feel the tension peel away from his body, layer after layer. I shake my head, putting him at ease. He steps back and I run for the bedcover, wrapping it around myself with the heat of his stare roaming freely over every inch of my body.

I point to the chair, and then to the foot of the bed, giving him a silent demand. He nods and fetches the chair, bringing it over to where I’ve indicated, before settling his huge bulk into it. I sit tentatively on the edge of the bed.

“Okay. Here we are...again. You seem to have quite a habit of turning up in my room uninvited.” I pierce him with my stare. “What did you mean by you want to have me? Own me? Because I can tell you something now, whatever happens in tomorrow’s challenge, whoever wins will never own me...and they can try all they want but they will never have me either...only after my body is cold, because I’ll fight until I have no more breath in my body before anyone forces themselves on me.”

The snake things on his face are going crazy. His nostrils are flaring. He nods. “You misunderstood me, Belinda.” A shiver runs down the length of my spine as my name tumbles from his lips. “I’m here to rescue you.”

My heart goes wild. “ Rescue me? Have you been sent from the Vysarian government?”

He shakes his head. I frown. “I’ve been sent by Ava.”

My hands fly up to my mouth as I jump to my feet and the damn blanket falls in a pile around my feet. Balic jumps from out of the chair quicker than I bend down in my shock and lifts it up, placing it over my shoulder and pulling it tightly around my body, so that I’m like a mummy bound and ready to be placed in a crypt. I feel an overwhelming sense of security at the kind act. We stand motionless, with him holding the blanket tightly together in front of me. Him staring down at me, and me looking up at him. Up until now, I hadn’t realised he has flecks of lilac in his irises.

“Ava is alive?” He nods. “And what about Cassie, Eve and Deja?”

He licks his lips as if he’s about to deliver bad news and my stomach plunders into my feet. “We don’t know. My brothers have set out to find them.” My heart inflates slightly—there’s still hope.

“Brothers?” My mind is racing. Is Ava safe?

“Yes. Ava is with Aph’is, but Devoq, Epiq and Capsi have gone on their bikes to track down heat signals from recent space debris.”

“If your brothers are doing that, then there’s a chance the Vysarian government are doing the same...they’ll be a double rescue.”

He shrugs, noncommittally. “I don’t know about that. My brothers and I wouldn’t trust the Vysarian government to search for a hurricane, let alone precious females.” My stomach tightens. That is the first time he or anyone has referred to women as being precious. Maybe I have him and his friends all wrong, telling the bomb lie to the main man and the other Vysarians. It all makes sense now.

Chapter 8

Balic

I can’t think straight. I’m doing everything I can to stop the blood from rushing to my cocks as I hold Belinda up close to me. She’s completely naked underneath this blanket. The scent of her beautiful black skin is almost too much for me to bear. Never has a female affected me this way before. My hearts are beating so quickly, I’m surprised Belinda can’t hear them.

She suddenly stiffens and looks about the room before focusing on the door. “Are we leaving now?” She looks back up at my face. The hardness that has been there since I first set eyes on here now gone and replaced by optimism.

I shake my head. “We can’t yet. I did a reconnaissance before I came in here. There are males guarding my bike. Three males now guarding your door and more still milling about. I think our chance will come in the dead of night. I can take on those five easily. The problems will only occur if more are close by and get to us before we get away. I can’t outrun blaster shots, and your safety is my priority.” She nods, and her eyes widen even more. “But...”

“But what?”

“But if we don’t get out tonight, we’ll just have to wait for me to win the challenge. My lie about a bomb being implanted in you should ensure we get to the outskirts of the town, because I’ve insisted on taking one of their males with us until we reach the edge of it.”

She furrows her brow. “But what if you don’t win?”

My nostrils flare and I jut my chin out. “I highly doubt that will happen, but if it does, I’ll do everything in my power to get you.”

“But what if you can’t? What if you get injured?”

Pulling her even tighter to me, I lower my head so that my face is just inches from hers. Her warm breath blows inside my mouth and I want to taste it some more. Taste her. I want to wrap my tongue around hers. “I know where you are now. My brothers and I will come and rescue you. You’ll just have to stay strong until we come back.” I pull the blanket even tighter, forcing her body closer to mine. “Can you do that, Belinda? Can you stay strong?”

Her chin lifts. “I’m a strong Earth woman. I can do anything.”

The corners of my mouth lift. “I don’t doubt that for a moment.” We stare at each other. Our faces are still within touching distance. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and I can scent more than the sweet aroma of her skin. I scent a musky pheromone. There’s no stopping the blood rushing to my cocks this time. I loosen my grip on her, but the damage is done. By the widening of her pupils, and the rise of her brow, she’s already felt my desire for her.

Dropping my hands from their grip on the blanket, I step backward. “I-I need to go. Try and get some sleep because I might be back here sooner than you realise.”

She licks her full red lips and her eyes flick down to my groin before they lift up to my face. “I hope you are.”

We stand motionless and silent, staring at each other. I swear something has shifted between us. I feel an invisible force pulsating between our bodies. I have to tear myself away to head back over to the window. As I climb through it, I take one final look back into the room. Belinda is watching me, but this time, the signs of distrust she had when she looked at me before have vanished.

Climbing back into my own room I fling myself on my bed and slide my hand into my pants. Each one of my cocks is engorged. I close my eyes to try and get an hour of sleep before I make my next reconnaissance, but the image of Belinda’s curves and endowments are on the forefront of my mind. “Fuck, sleeping is going to be impossible.”

I do sleep however, and it’s a restless one full of dreams of fighting the Vysarian males of Yov’siv alongside my brothers to rescue not only Belinda, but all of Ava’s friends—all the human females who have crashed on this planet. I only wake when there is a thump on my door.

“Jaszova, the challenge will begin soon. First, Gazzon wants all the males to enjoy the pleasures of the female.”

My body bends and I sit up with a start.

FUCK!

I jump out of bed and race out of the room. The guard is gone from outside Belinda’s room and the room is empty. The Vysarian male who’s been made to fetch me is already halfway down the landing when I run past him. I jump down the stairs, using my wings to glide me down faster.

Running out of the hotel, I glance towards my bike. It’s unguarded. Fuck! Was it unguarded all night? Did I miss the perfect opportunity to rescue Belinda and flee into the dead of night with her?

I glance towards the area where the cage is hanging, but it’s empty and there are no Vysarian males beneath it. Where the fuck are they? I hear the male who relayed the message walking out of the hotel behind me. I spin around to face him. “Where is she?”

He scrunches up his face and gives me a dirty look, as if I’m not entitled to know where she is. “With the others.”

I grab him by the scruff of his collar. “Where?”

His brow shoots up in shock and he raises his arm and points. “At-at the waterhole. That’s where today’s challenge is.”

I release him and sprint off in that direction. My hearts are crashing against my ribcage. How could I do this to her? How could I have missed the perfect opportunity? I can’t ever let my brothers know what a complete idiot I’ve been.

Laughter, whooping, and music up ahead adds urgency to my limbs. If they are hurting Belinda, I don’t know if I could stop myself from attacking them, but that kind of rash behaviour would only result in getting us both killed. I suck in huge breaths to calm down when I spot a large group of males. There’s no doubt that all the townspeople are here today. I have to keep my wits and my head—no matter what I see.

Reaching the group, I push my way through. My eyes bulge from their sockets by what greets me. Belinda is in the centre of the group and is being made to dance sexily. The hotelier is poking her with a shimpa stun baton. If he’s hurt her, I’ll—.

She stops momentarily when she spots me. Her eyes lock with mine and her brow furrows. Her features wash over with uncertainty. I can see that she’s in two minds whether she still trusts me. Fuck! The hotelier thrusts the baton against her leg. She screams out and winces, her eyes imploring me to do something.

“Stop that! I’ve come here to beat your fucking ass and claim the female as mine. I don’t want damaged goods.”

He curls his top lip into a snarl. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

“I’ll bite down and set off the detonator.”

“Then she would definitely be damaged, wouldn’t she?” The whole of the group bends down and retrieves something from the ground beside them. They straighten and raise the objects in front of their bodies. They have shields. They must have worked through the night making them. I clench my jaw and ball my fists. He reaches out with the baton, not taking his eyes off me, and stuns her again. She whimpers and falls to the ground. When she raises her head, the spark that was in her eyes last night has all but diminished. Her hope is quickly slipping away.

I take a step towards him and stick out my chest. “Let’s get this over with!”

He shakes his head. “No! First, I want every male here to have the chance to taste the female’s lips. It might be their only chance to ever kiss a female, because after I win this challenge, she’ll be mine forever.”

“If you win this challenge!” I correct him.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s a forgone conclusion, not an assumption.”

Belinda’s face crumples with panic. I want to reassure her. I want to rush forward and sweep her up into my arms and whisper in her ear not to listen to his ravings—but I can’t. I have to remain impartial to her.

I take a step towards him and growl. “You will not let every male kiss her. That’s insane and I won’t allow it.”

He takes a step towards me. “This female landed in our town and each male has fought hard to stake a claim on her. I am the town’s leader now and if I say she’s kissing them, then she’s kissing them.”

He swings his fist towards me. I’m not frightened. I felt the full force of his fist yesterday and it barely made an impression. But the impact of it knocks one of my fangs out and whips my head back hard. I see stars.

What the fuck?

I spit out the blood quickly filling my mouth. When my eyes refocus, I look at his knuckles. They are covered with a metal plate. “You dirty–” I dive for him, pushing him back against the ground. We roll and roll until we splash in water. The males jeer around us. I get on top of him and wrap my hands around his throat, pushing his head into the water as I squeeze. “I just want to do the last challenge!”

He lifts his knee up into the small of my back and I feel a sharp pain, which makes my hands go slack as I arch my back. It’s enough of a movement to let him lift his head out of the water and punch me in the centre of the chest with his metal clad hand. I double over and he jack-knifes and pushes me off. “This is the fucking challenge, you fucking ugly cunt!”

I try to scramble to my feet, but numerous hands push me back into the water. It doesn’t surprise me. The town’s males will do anything to keep me from winning and taking Belinda away from them. The hotelier is up on his feet. The males behind me grab my arms and shoulders and hold me up on my knees in a crucified position. I snarl and try to struggle free, but there are too many of them. The hotelier launches his boot at my stomach and the air in my lungs explodes from my mouth, firing out with the remaining blood pooling in there from my lost fang. It spurts out in an arc, raining droplets of green down into the purple shimmering water.

The hotelier shrieks out a wild laugh. “Bring the female over here so that she can watch me pulverise the Jaszova challenger and see how much stronger I am!”

Too many males swarm her, and I watch helplessly as their hands reach for her. She does her best to avoid them by diving below the surface of the water and they thrust their hands into it and try to grab her.

Chapter 9

Bee

After Balic returns to his own room, I can barely think straight. My heart rate just won’t return to normal. I’m too hyped up. Ava is alive, and what’s more, she’s sent Balic to find and save me. I’m buzzing with hope and my body is hot and clammy as I pace my room, but my pussy is even hotter.

I can’t believe how I was reacting to being so close to him. Even before he told me he was here to save me, I basked in his stare and craved the slightest touch from his fingers. So after he left, I was wide awake. I wrung out my clothes and washed my panties that I’d hidden. Then I’d paced the room for hours waiting for him to come get me, whilst alternating my daydreaming between meeting up with Ava and Balic’s six fingers running over every inch of my body and exploring the places only my fingers had been.

It must have been three hours after his departure that I could no longer stand the way the blanket rubbed against my erect nipples and made my pussy ache for release, that I decided to get dressed. Their dampness was a welcome distraction. I wanted to rub away the buzz in my clitoris, but I couldn’t chance Balic not climbing back through the window when I was in the throes of passion. Instead, I’d made myself lie down and wrap up in the itchy blanket in the hopes of sleep claiming me and the warmth of it finishing drying my clothes.

But it hadn’t been Balic who had roughly awoken me from my sleep. It had been the two goons who had brought me back to my room after the punching challenge. Seeing the face of the one who had tried his best to get his hand inside my panties made me feel physically sick, and if I’d had enough contents in my stomach, I think I’d have expelled them.

My heart had sunk, realising there must not have been a chance for Balic to come and get me in the night. That meant he’d have to win the last challenge. I didn’t make it easy for them as they dragged me back to the place they’d first got hold of me—the waterhole. They gagged me, but I kicked, punched and lashed out all the way there.

Now the leading man is ordering me to dance to strange music in front of a leering crowd. Fuck that. I cross my arms and give him the birdie. His sickly leer turns into a crazed sneer and he picks up a pole.

“Dance female! Or I’ll fucking make you.”

I narrow my eyes at him. I’ve had just about enough of these Vysarian men. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”

He thrusts the stick at my stomach, and I hear a crackling noise. A sharp blast of pain shoots through my body, rattling my teeth. I fall to my hands and knees and the men laugh. “Now get to your feet and dance. I want to see you writhe.”

I lift my head and look around. Where the hell is Balic? I grit my teeth and my fingers dig into the turquoise dirt.

Come on Bee, you can get through this. Balic will be here soon. All he has to do is win this challenge and you know he’ll do it. Look how strong he was yesterday.

Pushing myself up, I give them all daggers, but leave the most lethal look till last when I stab the leader to death with my eyeballs. I will my body to dance. I want to die inside. I feel humiliated and degraded. This is my new low. God, I hate fucking Vysarians.

Then a green mountain of muscle pushes through the crowd. It’s him. It’s Balic. What took him so long to get here? Was he having second thoughts about rescuing me? He owes me nothing after all, and now he knows where I am, it would be easier for him to just go back and get help rather than face injury, or possible death.

Our eyes meet and I stop dancing. Another electrifying pain shoots through my leg this time. I refuse to let the searing pain floor me.

“Stop that! I’ve come here to beat your fucking ass and claim the female as mine. I don’t want damaged goods.”

Damaged goods? What does he mean by that? I hope his words are still part of his ruse.

I look at the leading man. He curls up his top lip into an ugly snarl. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

Balic sticks his chin out and lifts his jutted out chin. “I’ll bite down and set off the detonator.”

Yes! I’d forgotten about that lie.

“Then she would be definitely damaged, wouldn’t she?”

There is movement all around and for a split second, I think they are reaching for their holstered guns, but instead, every man bends down and reaches for something half buried in the ground. They lift shiny metal flat oval shapes and hold them in front of their bodies—the leader, too. They look like crudely made shields.

I look back at Balic. If he’s fazed by this surprise turn around in favour of the Vysarians, he’s got a good poker face. The only reaction I see is a tic in his jaw and his fists balling. Christ! His hands look green boulders.

Another pain, longer this time, ravages my body and a sob escapes my lips as I lose all feeling in my legs and fall to the ground. The bastard has stunned me again. My whole body is jittering inside. I don’t know how many more zaps I can take. When I find the strength, I lift my head and look at Balic. Is he planning on doing anything anytime soon?

His face clouds, and he takes a step forwards. He looks as mad as hell. “Let’s get this over with!”

Finally.

The leader shakes his head. “No! First, I want every male here to have the chance to taste the female’s lips. It might be their only chance to ever kiss a female, because after I win this challenge, she’ll be mine forever.”

I blanch. No fucking way. I’d rather die.

Balic bares his fangs. “If you win this challenge!”

The leader shakes his head with an evil smile that splits his mouth open. “No. It’s a forgone conclusion, not an assumption.”

I spot the leader slipping on gigantic knuckledusters behind his shield. My heart shoots up into my mouth. What should I do? Warn Balic? But if I do, I’ll be zapped again, and I don’t think I have the strength to make it through a fourth hit. Balic is watching me. His face contorts with a wash of emotions. He looks as though he is tormented by something.

He appears to snap out of it and takes a step towards the leader and growls. “You will not let every male kiss her. That’s insane and I won’t allow it.”

The leader takes a step towards Balic. He isn’t backing down. “This female landed in our town, and each male has fought hard to stake a claim on her. I am the town’s leader now and if I say she’s kissing them, then she’s kissing them.”

The leader throws a punch at Balic, but I don’t think he’s realises his knuckles are sheathed by a noduled knuckleduster because his eyes bug out in shock when one of his fanged teeth flies out of his mouth in the centre of a shower of green blood, snapping his head back hard enough to give him whiplash. He staggers back, dazed and spits out blood, blinking his four eyes as if trying to stay conscious. That’s when he realises the leader’s fist alone didn’t cause him that injury. He narrows his eyes and bares his remaining fangs. “You dirty–”

He goes Superman on the leader and dives towards him with his arms stretched out. They make contact with his chest and Balic pushes him to the ground. They land in a cloud of dust to the taunts of the other men and wrestle and roll towards the waterhole. The males jeer in an excited frenzy around them. Balic manages to get on top of the leader and begins to throttle him, pushing his head into the water. I find myself willing the cheating bastard to die. Balic’s voice is load and angry. “I just want to do the last challenge!”

The leader lifts his knee, and I notice a flash of light. What the hell! He has a blade strapped to his knee. Why didn’t I notice that before? I shout out a warning, but it’s drowned out by the ruckus of noise from the crowd.

Balic’s back arches and he grimaces. I suck in a shocked breath. He’s been stabbed. His let up gives the leader a chance to recover, and he lifts his head out of the water and punches Balic in the centre of the chest with the knuckle duster. Balic doubles over and the leader jack-knifes into a sitting position and pushes Balic off him. “This is the fucking challenge, you fucking ugly cunt!”

Balic is obviously injured as he tries to clamber to his feet, but some of the men rush forward and push him back into the water. The leader quickly scrambles to his feet as his men hold Balic by his arms and shoulders, keeping him on his knees in the water. Balic growls and snarls as he tries to break free, but with a stab wound, and with so many holding him, he’s fighting a losing battle.

The leader pulls his foot back and I suck in a gasp. I know what he’s going to do and I’m helpless to stop them. He swings his boot at Balic’s stomach, instantly winds him, expelling green blood with his spent oxygen into the air between them.

The leader looks insane and screeches with laughter. “Bring the female over here so that she can watch me pulverise the Jaszova challenger and see how much stronger I am!”

My blood turns to ice as men crowd around me. I’m close to the water’s edge, so I dive through a gap in their legs into the water. The silt from the bottom clouds the lilac water and I feel hands plunge in and swim around in their search to find me.

I dig my hands into the bottom of the water hole and drag myself along. I feel a spark of hope. I’m getting away. If I can get to the edge, I might just have a chance of escaping and seeking help for Balic.

But someone steps on my ankle, making me suck in a mouthful of water, and I splutter to the surface. “Got ya!”

I’m dragged out of the water, coughing. I blink, trying to clear my vision, but this damn lilac water must be different to normal water, because like the first time I fell in here, my eyes can’t focus properly.

Suddenly, I hear a man’s scream from behind me. Then another. I want to rub my eyes to see what’s going on, but I’m still being held tight. Then there are high-pitched sizzling noises and flashes of light streaking in front of my eyes.

Oh no! Balic. My stomach clenches tight. What if they’ve shot him, and I’m next? There are more cries. The hands release me and I quickly rub at my eyes with the heels of my hands. I look in the direction I last saw Balic. He’s still there being held by the Vysarian men, and his eyes are bulging as they look from me to the skies behind me.

I have a sinking feeling, which triples when I see the men holding Balic release him and run away just as the leader runs for the cover of my half sunk pod. Balic gets to his feet and runs towards me, keeping  two of his eyes trained on me and two at the sky.

Just before he reaches me, I dare to turn around. My heart feels like it actually stops. There are pewter grey men with squashed up faces and large bat-like wings attached to their shoulders flying down to the fleeing Vysarian men and grabbing hold of them by their shoulders with large taloned feet and then flying them up into the sky.

Balic reaches me as I see the first of them being released. His flaying body and ear-piercing screams as he plummets to the ground make me sick to the stomach.

Balic’s claws dig into my shoulders and I twist my neck to look into four fearful eyes. “Come on, Bee! We need to go!”

Chapter 10

Balic

I blink my eyes, wondering if I’m seeing things as I gasp for breath.

Badligons... Fucking Badligons are here. Are they here after me? Or are they just here to feed after spotting a group of males, their primary choice of food—prime male of any species.

My head spins left, searching for the last place I saw Belinda, but she is nowhere to be seen. My hearts thunder in my chest and I search the skies for her, but there are just swarms of Badligons swooping down. Some of the Vysarian males suddenly realise what’s occurring and start to fire their blasters aimlessly into the sky. But the Badligons are fast. They dodge the laser fire with ease.

I drop my eyes and search for Belinda again. Her head is sticking out of the water. I check the skies again to make sure she hasn’t been spotted by the Badligons. They haven’t seen her. I look at her again and our eyes lock just as the males holding me release their grip to flee.

Launching myself forward, I pull her out of the water by her shoulders and up into my arms. I look down into her face and try to hide my unease from her because the mess we were in has just got a whole lot worse. “Come on, Bee! We need to go!”

Bodies start falling from the sky and splatting where they land. It’s not a nice sound hearing males’ screams as they plummet to their doom. I wrap a wing around Belinda to hide her from the cannibal eyes of the sky.

“Who are they?”

“Badligons. They eat other species.” I feel Belinda stiffen. “They don’t eat females, but that doesn’t mean they won’t treat you any better than the food they’re harvesting here for themselves if they catch you.”

“I fucking hate this planet! I wish I’d never come here.” Her statement is like a blow to my gut. Doesn’t she feel the connection between us?

“I don’t.” I pull her tighter to me as I push her harder to run.

Male Vysarians are fleeing all around us. I feel for my blaster, but it’s gone. It must have been taken when by one of the Vysarians holding me. Two Badligons swoop down low and take the males in front of me. Belinda screams and one of the Badligons looks back, searching for the source of such a high frequency. I wrap my wings tighter round her upper body. His sweep past me and then he does a double take and pins me with his glare.

Fuck. I’m starting to regret torching their leader and cave with my brother’s days ago before we split up to go out in search of Ava’s human females. The Badligon turns to tell his companion, but he has already flown up into the air holding the male he’d caught. The Badligon who has recognised me drops the Vysarian male he’s caught and hovers in the air, eyeing me with contempt. Fuck!

He heads my way with speed I could only dream to possess with my small gliding wings. I feel everywhere for my dagger. “What’s up?”

“My-my dagger. It’s gone.”

Belinda pulls my wing down to see why I need it so urgently. She screams when she sees the approaching Badligon and he falters slightly when he sees her—but only slightly.

I push her out of the way just as he hits me, knocking me onto my back. Unlike the Vysarians, he matches me in strength, and the long claws on his hands dig into my biceps, pinning me to the ground. He bares his razor sharp fangs and leans down with his mouth open wide to rip out my larynx. I try to bend my head forward to stop him.

“Balic!” Belinda’s voice is high with emotion.

“Run, Bee!”

“No Balic, I won’t leave you.”

The Badligon tries to look back over his shoulder to see where she is. “You can run, but I’ll soon find you once I’ve killed your mate.”

My hearts are beating wildly. I need to protect my female. His wings start beating and he quickly releases my arms, but it’s not enough time to grab him, instead his feet latch onto my shoulders and he flies up vertically, carrying me up with him. I look down, and Belinda’s mouth and eyes are wide in shock. “Oh my God—Balic!”

We climb higher, then higher. Up past the height the other Badligons are flying to and dropping the Vysarians males, knowing that if they are not killed outright, they will be crippled and unable to fight or flee.

Doesn’t he realise I have wings? Or maybe because they are so small, he thinks they’ll be useless up this high? Well, maybe I’ll just let him keep up the pretence. It might work to my advantage.

Finally, he stops flying and releases me. With my arms pulled in to my sides, I fall like a boulder hurled from a cliff. Belinda screams from far below me. Her scream prompts the Badligon to dive down too—he wants my female. He passes me with a grin. I sneer. He’ll be wearing his grin on the other side of his face in a minute.

Belinda sees him coming for her. She looks up at me with worried eyes. I give her the nod. I don’t know whether she takes it as a goodbye from me or it’s okay to run, but she nods back, turns around and sprints towards the town. The Badligon takes up the chase, but slows down as if he’s enjoying it. I take up the chase, too.

I open my arms and the small gliding wings attached from halfway up my torso to my elbows stretch taut and hold me on a breeze. I quickly look around to make sure I’m not the target for another flying cannibal male, but thankfully, they are still pre-occupied with the Vysarians. Some are still catching them and flying them in the air to drop, while others are stooped over broken bodies, gorging on the Vysarian’s innards.

Belinda is heading for my hover bike. However, she won’t be able to start it because it’s encoded to my DNA only. She’s almost there. I pull my arms back and in slightly to get me closer to the Badligon quicker.

I’m right above him, and he’s right above Belinda. He drops down on top of her and I drop on top of him, wrapping my bicep around his neck and pulling him back against me so that he can’t open his wings again. Belinda screams underneath our doubled weight, and I roll over to the side, pulling him off her, whilst wrapping my legs around his. He elbows me in my ribs and the pain vibrates through my torso to the place in my back where the hotelier had kneed me. I’m losing strength, but I can’t. This is my last chance to save Belinda. Nooo! My grip is loosening and my strength is diminishing.

Belinda has scrambled to her feet. I see a flash of light and then the Badligon goes limp in my arms. Belinda bends down and pushes him off me. He has a dagger embedded in his spine.

“I-I found it in the water.”

I nod and lie my head back, panting, while looking up into Belinda’s eyes. “You are the female for me.” I don’t care if my grin with a missing fang is too much at the end of my statement, but I can’t keep the smug grin off my face. I’ve been saved by a female. Who’d have thought it.

Thankfully Belinda smiles too. “I don’t know how to take that comment.”

A shriek of someone in excruciating pain draws our attention over to the bloodbath by the watering hole.

Pushing myself into a sitting position and then slowly getting to my feet, I hobble over to my hover bike. “Quick, help me push it out of sight. I don’t want us to be in sight when I start the engine. It’s been standing for over a day. That means it might be a bit noisy when I start it up, and we don’t want to draw any more attention our way.”

We push the bike past a few buildings and stop just past the bar. Belinda places a hand on my arm as I’m about to swing my leg over the bike. “Thank you, Balic... Thank you for coming to find me.”

I nod. “And thank you for saving my butt back there.”

She shrugs with a smile. “I guess we’re even.”

I scrape my one long fang across my lower lip. It feels weird with only one long one now. “Just don’t tell any of my brothers you saved me. I’ll never live it down.”

She laughs. It’s a strange noise to hear with all the carnage happening in the distance. I swing my leg over my bike and pat the seat behind me. Belinda smiles and nods. I face forwards and she places a hand on my shoulder, ready to climb aboard, but her hand quickly drops away and I don’t feel her climb behind me. I turn around confused, and see her being dragged into the bar with a hand over her mouth. I jump from the bike and run after her.

The hotelier has her. My twitchers go rigid with my anger. He has my blaster pointed at her head. “Give her to me, Vysarian or I’ll blind you right now for even daring to look at my mate again, and then I’m going to cut off all of your fingers for daring to touch my female again.”

He stops walking backwards and screws up his face. “And I’m going to blow your fucking head off!” Belinda’s eyes go wide.

He lifts the blaster from the side of her head, and as he aims it at me, I pick up a half-empty mug of beer and hurl it at the Vysarian’s face. The glass shatters on impact and he starts shrieking and releases Belinda’s mouth to wipe at his eyes while firing wildly in my direction. I duck out of the way and take cover behind the bar.

“You fucking cunt! I can’t see anything!”

I wave at Belinda and point over to the side. She shakes her head calmly and pulls a grey blood soaked dagger from out of her boot. She pulled it out of the back of the Badligon. Then she reaches across and slices it against the hotelier’s hand. He shrieks even louder and the blaster drops to the floor with his bloodied fingers still attached to the trigger.

She bends down and picks the blaster up. Then she aims it at the hysterical hotelier. “You should treat women with respect.” She pulls the trigger and blows a big hole in his chest.

My cocks stand to attention.

Fucking wow... Just, fucking wow!

She turns around and walks slowly over to me and sighs. “I’m ready to spend some time in the company of women again.” She half laughs and shakes her head. “I can’t believe I’m saying that.” She looks at my face. “Can you please take me to Ava, now?”

I nod with my mouth stuck open, still totally awestruck by my female. She doesn’t give me my blaster back when she climbs on the hover bike behind me, but I don’t care as long as she hangs onto it tightly. My grin reaches from ear to ear because she holds onto my waist just as tight, pushing her warm pussy up close to my ass.

Chapter 11

Bee

We travel a whole day without stopping as we travel back to the rendezvous place where Balic has said all the brothers have agreed to meet after two weeks, with or without finding my friends.

I sleep upright, resting my cheek on Balic’s back with his blaster across my lap. His personal smell is like having herbal oils sprinkled on my pillow. One inhale of him and I’ve found my happy poison—I drift off into a contented sleep. When I’m not asleep, which seems to be a lot, so I can get especially close to him to get my fix of his smell, I study his physique. I drool over the firm lines of his muscle definition, or I worry over whether his stab wound is healing properly after he made me pack it with mushed up leaves he’d chewed, I can’t believe how much of the gunk had gone into the hole—the wound was deep.

When we stop to camp, it’s in the branches of a tree, hidden away from the eyes of rogue Badligons. We curl up for warmth. Even when it’s not cold, I complain of the plummeting temperatures. Balic always smirks. I think he knows I’m lying, but he appears to like snuggling just as much as I do.

We talk about our lives before we met. I regale him with tales from Earth, about the family and life I left behind to come here and find the perfect man. He tells me about his childhood, about his brothers and how they met. The tale that fascinated me the most was how they found Ava, and the close call they had when she and Aph’is were captured by the Badligons.

By the time we reach the crash site Balic and his brothers arranged to meet up at, the chemistry between us is at sizzling point.

Balic pulls the hover bike to a stop and I climb off first. When he’s off, he stands with his hands open wide. “Well, here it is. We are early. We’ll just have to stay here and wait for everyone’s return.”

The vibrations of the bike have been playing havoc with my pussy for the last two hours, and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I lick my lips and bite on my bottom lip seductively. “Well, aren’t you going to show me around? Show me where your room is?”

Balic walks up to me and takes his blaster from me. “Let me relieve you of this first and then I’ll show you the hole it stored in.” He turns his back on me and walks towards the ship.

My ears prick up. “You want to put something in a hole, you say?”

Jeez. Talk about corny. I must have the horn really bad.

He turns around and faces me, his eyes boring into me, stripping me bare. “Yes, I want to put something into a hole.” He strides towards me and grabs my hand, then he leads me into the ship. My heart pounds excitedly in my chest. This is it. The days of zinging chemistry passing backwards and forwards between us are over. I’m going to see my first dick! And it’s going to be green and attached to an alien.

Inside the ship there is low-level lighting illuminating the corridor he’s leading me down. His grip on me is firm, as if he’s afraid I might be whisked away. I take a good look at his enormous shoulders and his back of knotted muscles. I look at his alienness. At the back of his head there is the tail-end of his fin, which disappears into the base of his neck. I can also see his face snakes, which are moving slowly in a mesmerising way, as if dancing to music only they are aware of.

Balic is leading me to his cabin, where I’m hoping to experience my first sexual experience with a man—an alien man. Am I sure I want this? My brain is telling me to avoid all men, but the ache in my chest and the tingle in my pussy are telling me they don’t want to be anywhere else right now but here.

Balic glances back over his shoulder at me. The smouldering look of desire in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat. He stops suddenly and spins around to face me, and pushes me against the corridor wall. His fingers slide through my hair and grab hold of my head to tilt to the side, then his mouth slams down on mine and his lips grind against mine, devouring me, as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth and licks every one of my teeth, exploring every crevice, before it goes to war with my mouth.

He pushes his hips firmly against mine, and I’m immediately aware of how much he desires me. I can feel the long hard shape of his genitals that I know all men have, but I’ve only ever seen a grainy photo of one and I’m frightened yet excited by it, but my fear doesn’t stop me from pushing my hips forward to meet his.

He releases my mouth and I gasp for air and his snake thingies immediately latch onto my lips and face, touching and stroking it, as his hot breath finds the soft dip on the left-hand side of my throat, raising the hairs on the nape of my neck when his lips trail soft kisses down it to my breasts, and to my amazement, his skin thingies follow the trail left by his kisses.

Balic

My mouth kisses the clothing covering her breasts and the tips of them grown into small hard nodules. They are nothing like any other female species I have been with. They excite me, raising my heart beats further and I desperately have to know what they look like. My claws are a little too eager and scrape over Belinda’s skin as I push up her clothing to let the hard buds free. Belinda groans and then so do I when I see the large flat circular discs that are the base of the nodules. They are darker than her skin and the edges of them are puckered with miniscule raised bumps.

I can’t help myself. My hands cup and squeeze her breasts while my tongue slides across the whole disc until it mounts the large nodule and flicks aggressively backward and forwards across it. Belinda cries out in pleasure and arches her back. The musky pheromone I smelt before invades the dry air of the spaceship and does something to my cocks because they squirm around fighting each other to be free of my pants and to be closer to the origin of the smell.

My hands drop lower, skimming inside the waistband of Belinda’s pants. Down my hand goes past a soft mound of hair. Belinda mews and more of the enticing scent escapes into the air, sending me giddy.

I stand up straight and claim Belinda’s mouth again just as my fingers slip over a small bump which makes Belinda cry out, down into a slick slit, parting folds of soft skin that feel delicately thin to the touch. I continue to follow the slit and my fingers plunder a small tight hole. Belinda gasps into my mouth. I push in one finger...and then another. My heart is racing and I’m panting with anticipation.

Belinda is moaning, “Are you in pain? Am I hurting you?”

“N-no... It feels so good.”

My other hand clasps on her tight butt and I push it forward for me to be able to push my fingers in deeper. Belinda digs her nails into my back. The more she digs in, the more I wiggle my fingers. The musky scent is driving me crazy. I withdraw my fingers and stop kissing Belinda to taste her sticky human pussy juice. I push my fingers into my mouth and suck. Belinda’s dark brown eyes go wide, showing more of the white surrounding her irises. She gasps. She tastes slightly salty, mixed with something completely unique to my palate. My cocks strain against my pants. I need to taste more. 

Dropping to my knees, I pull down Belinda’s pants to her ankles. Wh-what are you doing, Balic?”

Bee

Balic is tugging off my boots and my shoes. My heart is beating so fast I’m surprised I haven’t passed out. He’s growling like an animal. “I need to taste you.”

He falls onto his back on the floor and grabs hold of my calves, pulling me down with him. My knees plant on either side of his head and his face snake thingies, instantly grab at my inner thighs and vagina lips, pulling them open. I shriek with embarrassment. I’m not shy, but no man has ever seen my pussy—not even my gynaecologist gets to see this much of me and she’s a woman.

My hands try to cover up my gaping genitalia, but Balic grabs my wrists, stopping me. He rumbles from his chest up his throat. “Ahhhh... Your sex is so beautiful. Pinks and browns. It’s like a ripe, juicy fruit, ready to eat.” His tongue makes a beeline for my clit and his face-snake thingies go for everywhere else.

My head drops back, and I let all my inhibitions go as I allow the huge green alien below me to be the first person to eat me out. His tongue must be magic, because how could he know my clitoris is my kryptonite? I suddenly become a sex crazed woman, because I don’t know where I get the moves from because the next thing I know, I’m humping his face, making sure that long alien tongue licks every centimetre of me.

I look down into his two upper eyes just as the first ripple of my orgasm tears through me. The eye to eye contact as I’m cuming only makes the intimate act so much more so. His growling vibrates up through m pussy, up into my core, and I swear he sucks my life force out through my lady hole.

“I need to be in there.”

I’m still seeing stars. My voice is post-cum groggy. “In where?”

“Inside you.”

He releases my hands and holds onto my waist to lift me off his face. I look down at it, and it’s shiny with my juices. Still holding my waist, he gets to his feet. “Wrap your legs around me!”

I obey and wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He continues to walk down the corridor and leans his head forward to kiss me again. I taste myself. I always wondered what I tasted like down there.

A moment later, he pulls a door open and before I get a chance to look around, I’m dropped onto silky bedding. It’s cold against my back and butt, but Balic’s chest heat soon chases away the chill when he lowers down with his elbows on either side of me and his chest touching mine, my erect nipples stabbing against the slab of green muscle.

“I need to claim you...I need to make you mine.” His voice is smoke and grit. It sends every hair that covers my body to attention. My already sopping pussy gets wetter.

“Yes! The ache in my chest knows you are the right one to do this with.” My heart rate is going off the charts. “Please Balic. Show me what it’s like to be with and belong to a man.”

He pushes up onto his knees, his four eyes searching mine as he grabs hold of his waistband, “You know you are mine, Bee? My mate? That the Vysarian will never take you from me?”

I nod. “Your mate, Balic.” He nods and pulls down his pants. My eyes follow them down and almost pop out of my head when I see his genitals. I don’t know how many cocks he has, but he has more green cocks than I have handfuls of fingers, and their width match fingers, too. Each one is pierced with a metallic ring and, like his facial snakey thingies, they move stiffly, clinking the rings together.

I shake my head. “M-my body won’t fit all of these inside me!”

His eyes are droopy with lust and he looks down at his many penises. To my astonishment, they begin to move out of the clump shape and separate, and when they have finished, there are only four still entwined together. He looks back up at me with a smile. “That’s about the same width  as my two fingers. We’ll start like this and add more when you are ready”

My head is nodding. “Yes.”

Maintaining eye contact, he drops onto his hands and walks them up either side of my body. When his arms are by my face, he kisses me gently but passionately, full on the mouth. I get lost in his kiss, so lost, I don’t even realise his cocks are hovering above me until they pierce through my outer labia and push against the entrance of my inner pussy lips.

They breach my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath as Balic sighs out a deep moan. He thrusts deeper and a sharp pain tears through me. I shudder beneath him and his face snakes smother me with love. “Are you okay, my mate?”

“Yes,” I sigh, “now that the pain has gone.” He withdraws and thrusts again. I exclaim as he does. He thrusts and withdraws over and over, his breathing getting deeper and faster, matching his thrusts. The pain disappears as quickly as it came and a wonderful feeling starts to build in between my legs. It’s like a tingling ball of energy that builds and builds, the more Balic thrusts, until finally, it explodes from my pussy and shoots out to every part of my body. I scream and arch my back as Balic grunts and pushes one final thrust, deep inside me. He holds me tight, and I can feel hot fluid pump inside me and all around my genitals, from his other cocks.

He lifts his head and roars. “Now you are truly mine! Let any male try to take you from me and they will feel my wrath!” He looks down at me and his four green eyes smoulder. “Do you understand, Bee? I will kill any male who touches you. You are mated to me now.”

A shiver runs the length of my spine. I’ve found my sawdust and grit, man.” I nod. “Yes, I understand, Balic. I’m yours.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.

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About the Author

At the time of this publishing, C. Y. Croc had just turned half a century young. She has four children, a husband and a dog.

Being a water sign (Pisces), she has often lived in a fantasy world most of her life.

Her active imagination was finally captured onto paper 2019 when she wrote her first ever manuscript, ‘The 37th Guise’ which is yet to be published (coming soon, check her website. www.cycroc.com ).

Since that first story, there’s no holding her back.

She loves to hear from readers, so if you’d like to chat about her stories, contact her via email:

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