Or maybe he’d take matters into his own hands.
All the rumors and stories about Aurelian harems focus on the harsh punishments they give disobedient women. Aurelians like to spank their courtesans, throwing them effortlessly over their knees, holding them down with a single hand – no matter how much the girls kick and scream – and then turning their bottoms red with hard, merciless, delicious spanks of their enormous palms.
I shudder, feeling my nipples harden at the thought. I hate how my body betrays me – craving the very thing that should be repugnant to me.
As Gallus cradles my chin with the enormous fingers of one hand, he reaches into his pockets with the other – and brings out a beautiful, gleaming sapphire necklace. I gasp.
It’s exactly like the one all the other women in his harem wear – as bright and vibrant as our binary planet of Oasis, circling above us. He releases my chin, and then with both hands gently places the necklace around my throat and secures the clasp. When he then stares into my eyes, I feel like he’s just placed his ownership around my neck.
It’s his symbol of power over me.
“I know your little game, Mia,” Gallus purrs slowly, each word clear and precise. “Be careful what you wish for.”
I shiver, wondering just what he meant by that. Does he really have an idea?
When he then trails his fingers down my cheek, I gasp – until he finally lets his hand fall away and drop to his side.
I’m still frozen when he steps past me, striding towards the manor imperiously. Varian follows him, wordless and cool. I’m left standing there, confused and in shock.
He knows my game?
What does he mean?
For a foolish second, I imagine he knows Darr placed me in this harem to steal from him. I think he is onto me, and has been all along, and that I’ve played right into his hands…
…but then, I realize the truth. He sees right through me in a different way.
I should feel relief – but, instead, I feel an almost more terrifying dread.
Gallus knew I wanted to tease and tantalize him. He’s warning me to watch out, because teasing an Aurelian is a dangerous game to play. If the mating frenzy of the Aurelians takes over, I might not be able to do anything to stop Gallus, or Cyrus, or Varian – or all three of them – from pinning me down and fucking me; one by one, or all together.
I imagine how it would feel to try and push away five-hundred pounds of alien muscle as it crushed me beneath it. I shudder at the thought of how powerless I’d be as these dominant aliens yank my thighs apart with ease, exposing my innocence to them.
I know I’d be betrayed by my own body. Despite my struggles, they’d feel the sopping wetness glistening between my legs. They’d smell the flood of my arousal, that reveals my darkest, most shameful desire…
…that I ache for them to overpower me, and to simply take what is theirs.
That is what truly attracts me to these gorgeous, powerful alien warriors. They could so easily take me and make me their little toy... and yet, they resist – despite the ache that I can feel inside each of them to claim me.
I turn. Cyrus stands there, watching me with the ghost of a smile on his face.
“So, you want to be our little servant – is that so?”
I blush. He makes it sound so wrong.
“I… I just want to do my part.”
“Good. While my triad was out…” Cyrus’s eyes flash. “…I had something made for you. It’s been sent over. If you have no… interest in joining our harem…”
Damn you. You know how tempted I am.
“…you’ll earn your keep another way. I’ve had a room prepared for you. Third door to the left, down the second hallway. You’ll find your uniform there.”
My uniform?
Before I can question him further, Cyrus turns and makes his way through the huge, main doors of the looming manor. They close behind him with a resounding thud – and suddenly, I feel very, very alone.
I’m standing there, beneath the blazing sun in the estates of Sector 1 – far from anyone who knows me, or cares about me. I’m about to pretend to work in this enormous manor, owned by three huge, dominant, dangerous aliens…
…and now, they hold the key to my freedom, without even knowing it.
If I can just take those three watches and escape, I’ll have enough to leave everything behind.
All my fear of Darr, when he gets angry and drinks. All the worry that I’ll be captured and thrown behind bars, or sold into slavery or whoredom.
Once I get my cut of this job, I can finally be free.
I’ll gather up all my savings from my hidden spot. I’ll sneak out of my room at The Stag, before I’m noticed by Darr. One thing I am truly skilled at is being light on my feet. When I need to, I can be a shadow – a ghost – and I’ll be gone before Darr even knows what happened.
I’ll take the first shuttle off this desert planet. I know Darr promised to send me off-world when this job is done, but I’m not even willing to trust his word any more. Who knows where he’d send me. Who knows what would await me when I got there.
No, I’ll do what I’ve always done – rely on myself, and nobody else. The verdant greenery of Oasis awaits me – that’s the only destination I’ll settle for.
A new life. A new hope.
I’ll leave behind the relentless class system of Deemak and create something of my own.
All of the memories of this planet will be nothing more than a bad dream. All the struggles to survive, the battles for my own life – everything negative from my past will fade into nothingness as I begin a new life and become a new person.
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