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His body blurred as he bent, straightened and reached toward
her, his movements quicker than her eyes could follow. “You
will
choose
Sila
.”
Krol pressed the cool metal of her space gun’s muzzle against her forehead.

They faced off against each other, two warriors, two lovers,
fighting for different visions of the future. The puppy he’d given her whined
at their feet, cocking his head from side to side, looking up at them. Her
crushed roses scented the air. Krol’s left boot was planted on the flattened
box of chocolates. Vulnerability softened his countenance.

Danielle smiled sadly. “You won’t shoot me.”

He sighed and his big, broad shoulders sagged. “You are
correct.” Krol lowered the gun. “You are my
druzka
. I cannot harm you.”

Danielle had won, but it was a joyless victory. “Then I
choose Earth.”

“Warrior Krol Nowak.” The prissy green alien tapped his
large booted foot, impatient for Krol to leave Earth, to leave her.

Danielle glowered at him before focusing her attention back
on Krol. “Make me,” she whispered. She brushed her fingers over his chest
ridges. He was so strong, so powerful.

“Warrior Krol Nowak—”

“No.” Krol swept his huge hand downward and scooped up the
puppy. “You
will
choose
Sila
, my Danielle.” He pointed the space
gun at the pit bull’s head.

The puppy yipped excitedly and licked the barrel. He wagged
his tail vigorously, shaking his small body. Krol pressed his nose against her
pet’s, gazed into those big brown eyes and growled, the sound low and deep.

The yipping stopped. The pit bull puppy turned his muzzle
toward Danielle, tilted his head and whimpered pitifully, the sound pulling at
her heart.

She gritted her teeth. “Would you harm an innocent animal,
my Krol?”

“I would terminate for you, my Danielle.” Krol’s
green-and-black eyes blazed, his face hard with determination. His legs were
braced apart and his gun hand was steady as he rubbed slow, soothing circles
into the puppy’s belly.

Krol growled again. Her puppy rested his head woefully on
his small paws and sighed as though all hope was lost, as though she’d failed
him.

She couldn’t fail him. “I choose
Sila
.” Danielle
folded her fingers over the muzzle of the gun, forcing Krol to lower the
weapon.

“She chose
Sila
,” Krol announced loudly. The softer
emotions were wiped from his face and he was once again the fierce warrior. “I
have secured my
druzka
.” He barked to the puppy and released him. His
co-conspirator jumped around his big boots, yipping with joy.

What have I done?
Danielle stepped back from Krol,
unsettled by his quick transformation. He didn’t allow her retreat. He grabbed
her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder.

“I have completed my mission.” Krol slapped her bare ass,
the pain awakening her to her new reality.

“Your mission? I’m only a mission to you?” Danielle fumed,
kicking and punching him as he headed with her toward the painfully bright
light.

“You are a critical mission. Together, we will produce many
offspring, ensuring the continuation of my lineage.” He stomped up a ramp lined
with aliens looking similar to him. They smiled and cheered and clapped each
other on their shoulders, the puppy barking elatedly at the commotion.

“Hell no!” Danielle yelled, pounding Krol’s back ridges with
her fists. “I choose Earth! I choose Earth!”

The ramp folded up behind them.

Chapter Three

“To Warrior Krol Nowak!” Fixer Vern Zajac raised his tankard
of
Silan
ale. His stance was unsteady and the liquid spilled over the
rim. The other males in the sustenance-consumption sector cheered.

Krol nodded his acknowledgement, holding his head high with
pride.

Warrior Miar Najazd, the second best
Silan
warrior
and his closest friend, grinned. “That you, without diplomatic connections,
have secured your
druzka
gives us all hope.”

“The council delayed the mission for an excessive time
interval, yet they could not deny me.” Krol drank from his tankard, wincing at
the strong taste of the ale. “I am the
best
warrior.”

“Your
druzka
is a fierce warrior.” Envy colored
Warrior Miar Najazd’s voice.

“She is the best Earth warrior.” A heat spread in Krol’s
chest. His pitcher of ale had been consumed. He pushed away from the table, his
single-ass support scraping along the floor. “I must fuck my
druzka
,
filling her with my warrior seed.” The words spilled from his lips unfiltered.

Another cheer rocked the transport vessel’s
sustenance-consumption sector.

“Warrior Krol Nowak.” Fixer Vern Zajac staggered to Krol’s
side, his coworkers helping him remain upright. “We present you with a
celebratory gift from the ship Fixers.” He held out a small jar.

“I thank you.” Krol accepted the jar. He removed the lid and
sniffed. The gel smelled of dead animal skins.

“It is lube,” Fixer Vern Zajac proclaimed proudly. The other
Fixers, clad in their distinctive blue uniforms, nodded eagerly. “We will
observe the fucking of your
druzka
’s ass.” He paused and his smile
dimmed. “From our sleeping chambers.”

Finally I will fuck my Danielle’s ass.
Krol secured
the jar to his garment. His
spicka
gyrated in anticipation and his joy
spilled over. “You will watch from my sleeping chamber.” The males grinned and
their eyes swirled with lust.

Krol turned to his friend. “Warrior Miar Najazd?”

The warrior’s gaze flicked over the many Fixers gathered
around them. “I will watch from my vacant sleeping chamber.”

Krol nodded. His sleeping chamber would be crowded with
stimulated males. “Come,” he barked to the Fixers, gesturing for them to follow
him as he stalked down the corridor.

They neared his sleeping chamber and his Danielle’s angry
words echoed down the corridor, her voice loud and shrill and strong. “You will
watch. You will
not
touch,” he reminded the aroused and rowdy males. “If
you touch my female, I will terminate you.”

Ridged heads bobbed in agreement.

Krol braced his body for a verbal attack and pressed his
palm to the wall panel. The door slid open with a hiss.

“About time, you inconsiderate ignoramus.” His Danielle
struggled against her restraints. Her arms and legs were tied to the four
corners of the sleeping support. “Because if you don’t let me go this very
instant, I’m going to slice off your cock and stuff it up your ass.”

Their newly acquired canine punctuated her curses with
sharp, nonsensical barks. Although Krol had previously explained the tactic
wasn’t feasible, the four-legged warrior continued to snap at the window,
attempting to catch the passing luminous balls of plasma.

“Great. You’ve brought the whole freaky gang with you.” His
Danielle glowered at the Fixers crowded around her spread legs. Her pussy lips
were open to their perusal, the delicate skin glistening with lubricating
fluid. “Is that your mission? To get the entire ship off?” Her leg muscles
rippled as she strained to close her thighs. She could not. Krol grinned. He
had restrained her adequately.

“If they touch me…” His Danielle huffed, her fingers
twisting around her bindings.

“No males will touch you,” Krol bellowed, incensed by the
thought. “You are mine!”

She eyed him with great suspicion. He held her gaze, anger
radiating from him. “Well, okay then.” She quieted, her body dipping toward the
sleeping support.

The canine warrior, designated by his Danielle as “Puppy”,
bounded toward them. He yipped joyous greetings, the flexible appendage at the
rear of his torso sweeping back and forth.

“Canine warrior,” Krol barked, releasing his irritation upon
the beast. “Retire to your quarters.”

The canine tilted his head and stared up at him with woeful
eyes. He whined a protest, promising to protect them.

“Now.” Krol pointed toward the small inner chamber. Puppy
cast him a sullen look and slunk away, his appendage dragging on the metallic
floor.

The Fixers gathered around his Danielle buzzed with
excitement. “I will verify.” Fixer Vern Zajac bent over and peered closer at
his
druzka
’s exposed pussy. Krol stepped toward the male, his fists
clenched, ready to terminate him if he dared to touch her. “Yes. She is
hairless.” The males murmured their disappointment.

“Because I’m not an orangutan, you perverts,” his Danielle
yelled, her cheeks flushed with pigment. Fixer Vern Zajac retreated with much
haste and Krol chuckled at his warrior female’s ferocity.

He proudly took his rightful place between her legs.
“Silence.” Krol slapped her bare thigh. “She is hairless, but she is smooth and
soft,” he defended his
druzka
, placing his hand on her bare mons,
relishing the feel of her skin.

“I am
not
soft.” She flashed her dazzling blue eyes. “Touch
me again and I’ll…”

He raised his facial ridges at her incomplete threat. “You
will do nothing.” Krol swatted her thigh, leaving a red handprint on her skin.
She gasped and her pussy gushed with cream. “You cannot fight me.” He tugged on
her ankle restraints. “You cannot move. You are my female to protect and my
female to utilize” He yanked down his warrior garment, freeing his
spicka
.
She watched him with wide eyes, her observation exciting him. “And I will
utilize you, my Danielle.” He teased her with his tip, dipping his flesh into
her moisture.

“In your—”

Krol thrust into his Danielle, filling her completely, and
her wet heat enveloped his
spicka
. She screamed and lifted into him,
bumping her hips against his.
Sladky matka.
He gritted his teeth, fighting
the urge to spill his seed.

Fabric rustled behind him and Krol looked over his shoulder.
The Fixers had shed their blue garments, the material pooled around their boots
as they watched them, their
spickas
in their hands.

“They watch.” Krol grinned at his Danielle.

“They’re doing more than watching.” She pushed upward,
taking more of his shaft into her small body, and he groaned, reveling in her
snug embrace. “They’re working their wangs like they’ve never seen a pussy
before.”

Krol rocked into her, slowly sliding his
spicka
between her pussy walls. “They fuck only simulators. Simulators are sensitive.”
He frowned, relieved that he no longer required simulators for sexual release.
“I bite them. They cry.”

Danielle’s lips curled upward. “Human males are sensitive
too. I bite them. They cry.” She sighed, her firm breasts rising and falling.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, my Krol. This touchy feely crap isn’t
fucking.”

He glowered at her, irked by her criticism of his fucking
skills. “You will endure any tactic I employ, my Danielle.” He increased the
intensity of his thrusts, rocking the sleeping unit with his fervor, pounding
her pussy into submission.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She pulled on her restraints, arching upward
to meet each stroke.

“Fuck her harder,” a Fixer shouted as he fisted his
spicka
.
“Harder!”

“Harder!” another Fixer joined the chanting. Soon, all were
cheering him on, pumping their
spickas
to their war cries. Like a true
warrior, Krol took up their challenge, ravaging his Danielle harder and harder,
his veins pumping with exhilaration of battle.

He wielded his
spicka
like a fist, punching into her
pussy, landing blow after blow inside her besieged body. She was defenseless
against his assault, her limbs bound, her breathing harsh and ragged.

“My Krol! My Krol!” She cried her surrender, rising toward
him, giving him her body as an erotic peace offering.

“My Danielle!” He added his triumphant cries to her sounds
of passion and emptied his seed into her pussy. The males yelled their own
release, splattering loads of white spunk on the metallic floor.

Krol’s hips jerked once, twice, three times without his
authorization, and he stilled, a calm settling upon him as though he had
returned to a rare place of refuge. He stroked his Danielle’s hips and gazed
upon her with wonder and gratitude, a heat settling low in his chest.

“To Warrior Krol Nowak!” Fixer Vern Zajac shouted, and a
round of congratulatory responses followed, the drunken males slapping Krol on
his shoulder ridges. He reluctantly left the ecstasy of his
druzka
’s
pussy, the recycled sleeping chamber air cooling his
spicka
, and he
turned to accept their good wishes.

“Like I did nothing?” his Danielle muttered. She remained
restrained, her legs spread and his seed glistening on her flesh.

“You are Warrior Danielle Nowak,” he consoled his
disgruntled mate. “My victory is your victory.”

She narrowed her eyes as though she attempted to terminate
him with her visual system. “What does
that
mean? I’m not your equal?”

“We are
not
equal.” He chuckled at the absurd
thought. “You are a warrior. I am the
best
warrior.” Her blue eyes
blazed with anger and he rushed to explain, “Your spirit is strong. Only your
body is inferior. You are small and unprotected by body ridges, and you lack
night-vision capabilities.”

“My body is inferior?” She increased her volume with each
word. “You fart smeller,” she yelled, shaking with fury. “I’m surprised you
want to abduct my inferior ass.” His Danielle clenched her restrained hands
into small fists.

Krol covered her slender fingers with his, stimulated by her
passion and rough sex talk. “I will fuck your inferior ass.” He lowered his
gaze. “The angle is incompatible for entry.” He extracted a knife from his boot
and slashed through her restraints. She fell. He caught her before she touched
the sleeping support.