"Especially if Fey's father finds out," Myro said from under his breath, picking up another book. It was the same one about Coxian laws that he had been reading in an attempt to find some kind of hint as to exactly why humans are so bad for their race. "That guy is ruthless."
"I grew up with TerraLink, I am pretty sure I can handle him." What was it to take on a Coxian Alien whose only power is to randomly distribute orgasms? Give me a good knife and I would take the guy down.
Well, I thought I could. Until both guys looked at me with such alarm they must have thought I was going to race out and stab the guy right then. Not that I could space walk in the fluffy blanket robe I had opted to spend my days in.
"TerraLink is a bothersome fly compared to Fey's father and his Harem." Myro leaned forward, his feet dropping from where he had propped them on another chair.
"Wait," I held up my hands, "when you explained Harems before you explained them as lots of women to help 'feed'." I cringed; I still hated the word. "The Coxian males’ unquenchable need for sex. How many women does this guy have?"
"A lot," Fey rubbed the palm of his hand against the back of his neck, purposefully avoiding my eyes. My stomach flipped. That didn't bode well. "More than a hundred last I heard, but they die a lot, and the kids die a lot, but they are also born a lot... so..."
"Ummm... dying?" I nearly shrieked, pulling away from Fey as though he had inherited some super power of turning into a monster from his father.
"There are six main rulers of Coxian, and they are powerful bastards. While all Coxians can control the sexual emotions of other species, each of the six rulers possess extra abilities that make them ruthless. My father treasures fighting, which is fitting seeing as he can control anger and can break bones with a thought. He wants his offspring to be as strong as him so he will force us to fight, and if we don't..." He mimicked a breaking bone and then shrugged as though it was nothing, but with Myro's disgusted grimace I wasn't buying it.
"That can't be normal." I shook my head and sat back, willing it to be true. "Is that why he has so many women? Because... of the death fighting?"
I swallowed, my throat feeling tight and uncomfortable. I was glad that I had found these two, who, while clearly enjoyed fighting, they weren't dragging me into some kind of death match.
"No, that's normal. A Coxian has needs." Fey grinned at me as though he was going to mount me again. Even the front of his pants had tented.
I however, had turned as dry, tight, and hot as the desert outside the Smog City.
"But a hundred?" I nearly shrieked as I jumped to my feet. I knew there was more to unpack there, but my brain was stuck. I was sore after having sex with each of them once... I already knew I was the only one for Myro, and Fey had made it sound like all he would need was me. "There's no way... you said that it was a few..."
I had also made him promise that, if he wanted me, he was going to have only me. Something that he had agreed to a bit too readily now that I was thinking about it.
"Yes, I did tell you that Coxians love to make love." Fey was taking on a weird tone as he leaned into me, the whispering edge of heat that always came with his power, kissed my skin, threatening to do me in. I gave him a look to knock it off, not that it mattered, I was freaked out enough that I could easily ward off his special ability.
"Yes, and I told you that I don't want to share." The obnoxious ‘come suck my dick’ face that Fey had been giving me faded and he flinched, sitting back on the couch.
"And yet I have to share you with Myro." He was firm, and my stomach dropped to my toes. He had a point.
I cast a quick look at Myro, who was watching the two of us with obvious apprehension, the poor guy clearly looking for an exit.
"You brought me here..."
"And you get to decide who you have sex with," Fey cut me off, his tongue lashing the air as he repeated what I had said before.
"Yes." The request no longer felt as valuable now. "You told me that the harems that the Coxians build are to worship women..."
"And to fuck them." Fey cut me off, and I lifted my hand, ready to smack the daylights out of him.
"Stop," Myro snapped, slamming his book on the table and pulling both of our focus. "Yes, what we are taught to tell women is that the Harems are for worshiping the bodies of women, but we all know that they are made to quench the need of a Coxian, which only gets worse as we get older."
"Oh good, you are going to fuck me to death," I snapped, plopping back on the couch and folding my arms. I didn't even try to restrain the sarcasm.
"No, we aren't, because something about you has extinguished some of that need." Myro shifted in his seat as both Fey and I turned to him, Fey already chuckling darkly.
"You mean to tell me that your hand isn't getting as much of a workout, brother?" Fey prodded, and I slugged him in
