The
Duamba
female went over to his youngest brother
Fillip, cupped her big breasts, and ran her fingers over the two sets of
nipples on each of the mounds. Her species was known for their sexual
appetites, for draining men dry of their seed and using it as a rejuvenating
agent. They were a voracious species, but their appeal was too much of a
temptation, especially when it was known how good they could make a male feel.
Fillip
let the female straddle him, and she started to grind her pussy on his lap.
Although she was of a humanoid looking species, aside from her coloring, her
kind could not procreate with a Hades male. She started working herself on
Fillip, and although they would be going to be procuring a female in just a
week’s time, they were males and needed to relieve the desire that built inside
of them. The server, a thin,
Jantha
female that had three
arms on each side of her body, two legs, and a six inch tongue that excreted a
poisonous fluid, placed three mugs of mead in front of them. She said something
in her native language, one that he and his brothers were not fluent in, and
then turned to leave. The tavern was old, not as technologically advanced as
some of the others they had been to, but it had pussy and alcohol, and that’s
what they needed right now.
Leaning
back in his seat Viktor brought his drink to his mouth, watching the
holographic screen in front of him as it showed a game in a neighboring planet.
The sports channel featured one of the most popular sports in the galaxy at the
moment. The
Krevlar
Series was a species face-off,
one that was a life-or-death extreme competition that had two different species
going at it. The terrain alternated every ten minutes, ranging from aquatic, to
the rocky terrain of the dangerous, deadly planets in their galaxy, to ones
that were filled with carnivorous beasts and flora that could swallow a male
whole.
The
crowd went wild as a
Lanie
plant decapitated one of
the competitors. The blood and bones were spit out by the toothy, poisonous
plant, and covered the rocky ground. But even though there was a willing female
ready for his cock, alcohol, and entertainment on, Viktor couldn’t focus on
anything but the auctions. He was ready for his female, to bring her back to
their planet and claim her in the Hades way. It was what he had been thinking
about since he went into his breeding need, and he knew his brothers were the
same way.
****
Mekenna
worked on the floor of her
Master’s suite, her knees aching, her body exhausted from the long day of work,
and her mind protesting the fact that she still had to attend the auctions this
evening. She cleaned the blood off the ground, not knowing where it had come
from, and not wanting to know. Whatever her Master did when he was with females
in this room and she
wasn’t,
was not something
Mekenna
wanted to think about. Blood play, knife play, and
anything else that her Master thought was taboo or exotic, especially if the
female he was with at the time enjoyed those things, could be an all-night
experience. She had heard the screams and moans all the way across the corridor
and into her cell. They had given her nightmares, because when she had first
heard the sounds, and seen the evidence of what they had done just the night
before, it had left this sick feeling in her stomach. She could imagine the
horrid things happening, of what her fate could very well be if her Master
didn’t see her as this silent being that shared his bloodline. She sat back,
stared at the ground that was now cleaned, but wet from the water. Despite how
advanced as their civilization was, her knuckles and fingers bled from the
manual labor she was forced to do.
After
gathering her supplies and heading out of the chamber, she passed the dining
area where her Master had a female on his lap, her pink skin marked with red
lines, her white hair in three intricate braids atop her head, and her forked
tongue moving along the shell of his ear. The table in front of them was
covered in side dishes, sweet and spicy smelling food that had
Mekenna’s
mouth watering and stomach clenching. She turned
away before he saw her watching them, headed back to her cell, and stared out
the small window. She may never have freedom, and would die a slave with a
collar around her throat, but they couldn’t take away the
idea
of being free, and of the world she created in her mind when
she closed her eyes. They could never take that away.
****
The
tavern was transformed into a glamorous auctions house meant to have men spend
their money in abundance. Her Master tugged her along by yanking on the chain
that was attached to the collar around her neck. She wore a loose pair of pants
and a tunic top, all standard slave attire on this planet, but she was thankful
that they required the slaves to be fully clothed. Although she had never been
off of
Sessinea
, she knew several languages, and only
had been granted that luxury because her Master required her to entertain and
understand clients he brought in.
She
kept her head lowered, but didn’t miss the naked females being ushered on the
stage. They would be sold like cattle, and their species ranged from a few
humans to the exotically fish-like species of the
Auqamanta
.
“Keep
up, slave,” her Master said in a low voice. Why he insisted on bringing her to
every auction he attended used to be a mystery until she realized very fast
that her being at his feet was a degradation all its own. Other patrons were
allowed to gawk at her, insult her, and use her to serve them in a non-sexual
way. But
Mekenna
was used to the humiliation of being
in this life, of this world, and having disgusting males
poke
and prod at her like she was some kind of attraction.
“Sit,”
her Master commanded, and she moved onto her knees. He took the plush looking
seat at the front of the stage, placed his hand on her head as a sign of
ownership, and she kept her head lowered. She would be required to stay in this
position for the duration of the auction, and when her master bought his female
or females she would be made to clean them for his vile sexual conquest.
As
the minutes passed she controlled her breathing, closed her eyes and focused on
other things. She imagined herself in another world where she was not chained
nightly, was called by her birth name, and where she wasn’t this freak of
nature. The sounds around her slowly faded, but then there was this feeling on
the back of her neck, one that told her of something different in the air. She
didn’t dare lift her head to see what it was that caused the hairs on her arms
to stand on end, but whatever it was had her entire body warming.
Chapter
Two
Viktor
walked into the auction house, his two brothers following behind. The second
eldest,
Savastian
, was right behind him, and although
he didn’t look at his brothers, he knew
Savastian
was
scanning the establishment. Viktor scented their youngest brother’s arousal.
Although Fillip was only twenty years his junior, he acted far younger. He
sowed his seed in plenty of females, far more than either Viktor or
Savastian
ever did at his age. At one hundred and
ninety-five Hades years, Viktor was the eldest, the most brutally trained, and
was the leader of
Savastian
and Fillip.
Savastian
came in at one hundred and seventy-three, and
Fillip was one hundred and sixty-five. They were as close as siblings could be.
But because of their ruthless and warrior-bred bloodline, Hades males, related
or not, fought side-by-side as comrades and men in arms. He shared a home with
his brothers in the
Goomata
forest on his home
planet, deep within the caves that ran underground. And so they would share a
female to breed with, to share and cherish.
The
buildings on this planet hovered high above the ground. Why they did not use
the land given to them was a mystery to Viktor, because it seemed smart and
would help their world if they utilized the flora and fauna given to them by
the planet. Either there
were
launching docks for
ships to travel to each one attached all the buildings, or there were airstrips
that allowed patrons to travel through in clear pods to each business. And
although they would not have stopped on the planet of
Sessinea
normally because it was for the wealthy, and held no desire for his kind, the
auctions were here this quarter. Harems filled the large establishment, and a
massive stage was erected in the center of the room. Drapes of shimmering and
luxurious materials lined the stage, the walls, and covered the ground. It
certainly was a place fit for royalty, and he felt a sense of displacement at
being here.
“This
place is too much, brother,”
Savastian
said in a low,
deep voice.
“That
it is,
Savastian
,” Viktor said, and stopped to look
at Fillip. He still stood by the doors, speaking with a
Franche-Yeaht
species female. Her red-ripped horns and dark green flesh spoke of her
reptilian ancestry, but her horns, glowing white eyes, and black claws said she
was also part beast. They were here to purchase a female to be their mate, not
fuck a random auction female with no end result in sight.
Fillip
pushed away from the female and went to stand beside them. They scanned the
room, looked over the females currently being ushered onto the stage to be sold
to the highest bidder, and went over to an open table. After sitting down and
getting a pitcher of ale, they watched the wealthy men with servants aplenty
cast their bids. The holographic screen above the stage pointed out the winning
males and the sold females.
And
when a female with fiery red hair and a thin frame stepped up on the block he
thought maybe she’d be the one for them. Her species was the fierce
Threma
kind, ones that had a powerful, stubborn
personality. He knew a female would need to have a good disposition to deal
with his kind. But something had him dragging his gaze from the stage and
scanning the crowd. He saw many different kinds of males, some with single
slaves at their sides, and others with three or four females wearing near to
nothing. The females that were not fully clothed were their sex slaves, and he
knew enough about this culture to realize that the ones that had tunics and
pants on were of the domestic slave variety.
A
small form on her knees in the front of the stage, with this luminescent blue
skin and raven colored hair, had everything inside of him freezing. Her flesh
was the same shade as the
Cellulion
aliens, but
lighter, and he could tell she had to be a hybrid species given the fact she
didn’t have the neon blue eyes like the
Cellulions
did
..
The longer he stared at her the more he saw her
body tense.
“That
female…” Fillip said from beside him, and Viktor looked over at his brothers.
Both Fillip and
Savastian
were now staring at the
slave female, both having this almost rapt expression on their faces. Yes, the
brothers wanted the same thing, and that was the female that wasn’t even for
sale.
As
the evening progressed, and the females continued to be sold off, all Viktor or
his brothers could do was
stare
at this woman. She was
different, and it wasn’t because she had clearly two mixed species in her
bloodline. Although she could be an alien breed he was not aware of, he sensed
that she was different, a female that was unlike any other, and for more than
that he wanted her.
And
then she stiffened further when the man that was clearly her master removed his
hand from her head and lifted it in the air. He bid on a human, and while his
attention was on the stage the female lifted her head and glanced over her
shoulder. She stared at them with these wide green eyes, ones that scanned
first him, and then moved onto his two brothers. Everything inside of him
tightened further, his dick grew hard, and his balls ached. The sound of Fillip
and
Savastian
groaning softly, clearly feeling the
same thing for this strange, wondrous little being as well, told Viktor that
she was the one. She would be theirs, already owned by another or not. The
Hades warrior brothers would have her as theirs.
****
Mekenna
stared at the three Hades
warriors that were just a few feet from where she was. They had to be the
reason she had felt so off balanced from the moment she was on her knees. The
hairs on her arms still stood up, and her heart raced. Now that she stared at
them, took in their towering frames, their black hair and eyes, and the fierce
looking fangs they sported, her entire body lit up. They clearly were brothers,
their appearances very similar, and their bodies so primed and masculine that
it put even the large and towering frames of the
Cellulion
males to shame. And as she started thinking about what these males could do to
her with their hardness, their strength, and the reputation that they were
thorough lovers, pain slammed into the side of her head and had her ears
ringing. She fell to the side, the force of the hit to her face so hard and
pronounced that tears broke out in her eyes and blood rushed to her flesh.
Although the pain wasn’t as bad as she had felt before, it had taken her
off-guard.