Up ahead, I can hear grunts and groans. A breeder is really going at it, and it sounds like the female is enjoying herself. She’s screaming all right.
I walk ahead and pause just outside of the view of the room where the breeder is fucking that female's brains out. She lets out a shriek, he groans, and then, the heavy breathing stops. He finished.
There aren’t any words. The door opens, and he leaves, walking away from me.
I step forward and glance over. The woman is just finishing putting on her clothes, but it’s not the same dress the other women are all wearing. No, she’s wearing some kind of purple clothing that barely covers her boobs. In fact, I can see her nipples through the see-through material. Her nipples are hard, and she brushes her long black hair back over her shoulders, fixing me with a coy smile.
“Well, hello there,” she purrs, walking over to the bars, her hips swaying. “You’re new, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m Adir.”
“Come here.” She puts her arm through the space between the bars to wave me closer to her.
“I… I don’t think that’s wise.”
She smirks and tilts her head to the side, her hair falling forward into her ample cleavage. “Maybe you should stop thinking so much. Ya got a name?”
“I do.”
“Not going to tell it to me?” Her grin is huge, and she rubs her boob, her hand drifting lower and lower. It’s rather distracting, and I can’t help watching as her hand moves up and down, coming closer and closer to her nipple.
Ovian. Why is she doing this to me?
I cough and clear my throat. “I, ah, I’m a guard.”
“Oh.” She nods several times. “All right then. I’ll let you go and be a good little guard.” Her wink is luscious.
I back up almost all the way to the other side, my back almost hitting the bars of the room opposite her.
She laughs. Her teeth are as white as can be, a beautiful contrast to the equally lovely dark color of her skin. It’s such a different shade from my own blue coloring, and even from the other Earthlings around her. I hadn’t realized that the Earthlings came in such wonderfully different packages. Her hair is dark, spirals, so very curly. It makes it look like she just rolled out of bed, and speaking of her bed, it’s all crazy, the blanket half-falling onto the ground. It reminds me of what she had just been doing.
My gaze snaps back to her as she chuckles. Her eyes are dark, just like her hair, her nose strong, her face an oval. The purple of her… I can’t call it a shirt or outfit. I have no idea what it is, but the purple clothing makes her skin and eyes pop. There’s no other word for it.
“You like what you see, huh?” she asks with a laugh. “Go on. Get out of here before you do something you really shouldn’t.”
I cough, nod, and walk away. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to find the nearest waste room, and I have to flamindulis again. I can’t help myself. This time, though, I picture her, her and I on the bed, her and I doing whatever the ovian I want, and I growl as I find release.
But I’m not satisfied. My hand isn’t what I want wrapped around my cock. Ovian. This is going to prove torturous. How do the other guards handle it?
If the other guards do have the same issue I have of being incredibly turned on by being around all of these lovely ladies day in and day out without the ability to touch them, they don't show it. I have to go to the waste room to flamindulis at least twice a day. Some nights, I have to again in my bed. I just can’t stop.
As time goes by, the breeding quarters are changed so that the bars are replaced with walls, but that doesn't mean I don't know where her room is. I make certain I'm on her floor every day. We haven't talked, not since that first day, and she hasn't needed any sort of assistance. I haven't talked to any of the others about her, and I've seen the number of breeders who go into and leave her room. By far, she has the highest number of breeders try to impregnate her. She definitely seems to enjoy herself with all of them. Sometimes, you can walk by a room and be surprised when it suddenly opens and a breeder leaves, but with her, every time without fail, you can hear her loud and clear. She's a screamer.
As I walk by her door during my patrol, the door opens, and she leans against the doorway. I stop and eye her. Her outfit today is just as revealing as the first one I saw her in, although this one is pink. It falls to just above her hips, and I can see her boobs through the material.
She’s also not wearing anything to cover between her legs.
“There you are,” she coos. “The… guard.” She mouths, “guard” rather than saying it out loud. “Do you want to… talk?”
Talk? I snort. Talking isn’t on her mind, that’s plain to see.
“I…”
“Shouldn’t?” she asks, batting her eyes. “A pity. Who likes nice boys? Those who play by the rules are dull and boring. Are you? Is that the story of your life? You just obey orders?” Her eyes glitter. “Because if that’s so… maybe I can try my hand at giving you orders.”
My cock jumps, and when she holds out her hand, I take it.
She shuts the door behind me. “Hi,” she purrs. “I’m Shawnta. If you really want to talk, we can, but later. Right now, strip.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
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Callie
It’s not easy, being here on Kuria. I keep telling
