TAKING THEIR HUMAN
Excerpt:
I stroke a knuckle down her unmarred
cheek. She nestles into my hand. She is as soft as a fuzzy zepka.
Kaihan informed us we may have
unlimited access to the female once she is proven durable enough to survive the
mating. But I know better than to trust in his words. Once we impregnate this
human, they may very well take her away from us. Who knows if we will get her
back? I am suddenly greedy for my time.
“I want to see all of her,” I tell
Cal.
“My knot has almost subsided.” He
sounds disgruntled, but has walled his thoughts from me.
“You knotted?” It is something we
were told happens when mating, but since we have never mated… “What is it
like?”
“You will experience it for
yourself.” His voice is harsh as he eases himself from the female’s hold.
Yes, I must. Disengaging the cuffs,
I sit our female up.
She rests her head on my chest.
“Please, no more,” she slurs, but contradicts herself by rubbing her fevered
skin against me.
She does not yet understand. There
are no choices here in her new reality. You endure or you do not survive. But
it is not my goal to damage her.
“Look at me, little one.” She shakes
her head. Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face up to mine. Her eyes are dilated
with the serum they have administered, but she must be made to understand how
important this is. “You must prove you are strong enough to take us both.”
She blinks up at me, studying my face.
I am intimidating. I am Monrok. Elite Guard to the Zapex. We were bred to
battle the Zapex enemy, the Ko’sar. Most in the galaxy run from us. Those in
power look down at us, but secretly fear us.
Our human fears us. A tear rolls
down her cheek as she studies me. I brush it away, fascinated by the bit of
liquid shed due to emotion alone. Monrok’s lachrymal glands secretion is
regulated by our cybernetic sensors. She quiets as I put it to my mouth and
taste the salty moisture.
I sense her indecision. She glances
at Cal and then back to me and nods once, seeming to comprehend what we ask of
her if not the reason.
The moment of her acceptance, I lift
her from the table, standing her at the wall. I reengage her cuffs over her
head, and she pulls, seeming betrayed. Kaihan is no doubt observing our mating.
We must not show her undue compassion lest she be used against us, and I don’t
want my view of her body to be impeded.
“Hey, let me go.”
“I want to look upon you.” My cock
strains at the sight of her sensuous form.
Monrok own no possessions. I have
never desired to, but I now understand why Kaihan collects rarities. This
creature is so fascinatingly pleasing, I already want to keep her as my own rara avis. If I ever only have one
possession, she will be it.
On her bare little feet, she only
comes to the middle of my chest. Her breasts are full and supple, as are her
hips. She has stimulators on her nipples barring them from my sight.
Gently as to not damage the mammary
duct, I pop one off, but she still cries out. Pain and desire emanate from her.
It is my new favorite scent. I watch one bare nipple pulse with the wild beat
of her heart as I pull off the other.
Her breath hisses out as I cover her
plump orbs with my mouth, sucking and tasting one bead and then the other. She
is weakening, but I smell her new arousal as she pulls at her bonds.
Her desire stimulates my own. I grip
my lifebringer through my pants to control my need. I have never been this
hard. Not even after fighting.
“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her
voice thin.
Mercy? She asks for mercy?
I take in the sight of her perfect
human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion,
ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the
universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.
The Zapex claimed Earth over one
hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I
must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have
their way.
She does not realize all we do for
her.
She does not realize the price of
mercy.
Taking out my weeping cock, I fit
the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down
my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.
Tilting her head back, I gaze into
eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have
had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our
mercy.”
Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had
been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out in the
universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape,
you can never go home.
They’re not kind, these being who stole me
and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have
claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
After a
lifetime of being ripped apart and put back together, being forced to
serve and guard a race who stole us and remade us, she is our mercy. And
we shall be her salvation.
We will do anything to protect her from the Zapex. Even if it means war.
