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A joy lifted Xan’s heart as he approached the blue stone
structure. Furu smiled, his lips moving in a welcome he felt yet couldn’t hear.

Their offspring jostled each other, jumping to their bare
feet. They rushed toward him, their round pale faces lit with delight, their
arms outstretched to him.

Xan swung one of the boys into his arms and he was engulfed
by the acceptance he’d spent his entire life fighting for. In their eyes, he
wasn’t a Dreck. He was their protector, their father, worthy of them and worthy
of love. The boy puckered his mouth for a kiss, his red eyes clear with
intelligence, and Xan lowered his head, eager to comply.

“You promised not to eat him.” A husky female voice
punctured his dream.

I’m dreaming.
Xan yanked his body away from the
plant, breaking the hypnotic connection, his reality harsh and cold and jarring
compared to his fantasy. A long, sharp thorn jutting below the flower
retracted, the potential weapon disappearing behind green and red leaves.

“Fuck.” Xan staggered backward, activating his trap. The
sapling snapped and the vine whistled, the primitive rope yanking him feet
first into the air. “Fuck,” he repeated, dangling head down, the blood rushing
to his skull.

The damn vine rustled its leaves, its blooms tilting upward,
as though it laughed at him.

Irked, Xan pulled a gun and blasted the threat, blowing
holes through the plant’s core. Blood-red sap splattered and leaves flew, the
destruction satisfying.

“All you’re doing is pissing him off,” the mysterious female
pointed out, her tone intriguingly light and chipper. “You can’t kill Steve. He
has multiple growths above ground, and his roots run under most of the planet.”

“Steve?” Xan gazed around him, unable to locate the speaker.

“He seemed like a Steve to me.” A small female stepped into
the clearing below him and gazed up at him, her big brown eyes dominating her
thin face. “Technically, he’s asexual, not male, but with that nasty attitude
of his…” She shrugged her slender shoulders, her long dark hair sticking to her
back, her firm curves covered with a thick layer of blue mud.

Female.
Xan inhaled deeply and gagged, the scent of
decaying vegetation turning his stomach.
Smelly female.

“You’re not going to vomit, are you? A big strong male like
you?” She grinned at him, displaying surprisingly straight white teeth. Her
eyes sparkled, her joy transforming her dirty face.

If she smelled better, I’d take her as our breeder.

“How many of you are there?” Xan demanded, shaking off his
disappointment over not being the first humanoid on the planet.

“One.” The female’s smile faded. “Now.”

“Impossible.” He snorted. “A female can’t survive alone.
You’re too weak.”

“Ahhh…you’re one of
those
.” Her pert little nose
scrunched up.

Xan glowered at the tiny heathen, having seen that
disapproval on countless
Balazoid
faces. Only Furu had ever accepted him
as an equal. “A Dreck?”

“A jackass.” She kicked the vine rope, the twang causing him
to bounce, and Xan gritted his teeth, bile rising in his throat. “I should have
let Steve eat you.” She reached out her hand, and the damn plant smacked her
palm with a broad leaf.

“He ate one of my team members, an
Ungarian
entomologist,” she shared, her voice flat and emotionless, as cold as any
Balazoid
aristocrat’s. “There were three of us, dropped off here on
Viridi
for a
month, our goal to catalogue plant and insect life and search for life-saving
medical cures.” She circled the clearing, her bare feet soundless on the grass.
“Except the ship, the USS
Fitzgerald
, never came back. The mercenary
bastards abandoned us.” Her face drooped, her expression heart-wrenchingly
forlorn.

She’s a female, only good for breeding.
Xan squashed
the sympathy no
Balazoid
should ever feel for a replaceable female.
“That leaves two of you.”
What male would allow his female to roam free?

“There’s only me…and Steve.” She glanced at the plant and
her top lip curled, her face darkening. “Steve allowed a slaver to capture
Denise, our leader. She shot at him too, pissed him off. He’s a bit of a brute
when he’s pissed off, as you’ll soon find out.” She plucked at the rope.
“Enough about me. What do you hope to capture with this?”

“You,” Xan declared, recklessly staking his claim on the
dirty, smelly, wild female, wanting her for Furu and for himself. “We need a
breeder.”

“You need a breeder?” She stilled, her fingers curling
around the rope, her exposed skin flushing a deep red. “That’s what you need?”

“That’s what
we
need, Furu and I.” He breathed in,
musky hot feminine arousal layering over the stench, and he smiled, confident
he’d have her. “We’re taking you, female.”

“If you can catch me.” She dropped her hands and backed
away. “And if Steve allows you to take me.”

“You’re a mere female and he’s a plant,” Xan scoffed.

“Says the male he almost ate.” Her lips quirked upward. “And
it must irk you, Xan, that
a mere female
saved your life.” She traipsed
into the jungle, her laughter trailing behind her.

She knows my name.
Xan folded his body into two, his
abs burning from the strain, and he extracted a dagger from his uniform.
And
she survived on this planet alone.
He sawed at the braided vine, the
strands fraying.
A mere female survived.
The primitive rope snapped and
he dropped to the ground, his boots sinking into the moist earth.

He reached down, scooped a handful of blue soil and brought
his cupped palm to his nose, smelling the stench of decaying vegetation, her
stench.
Clever
.

Xan grinned, his blood pumping with the thrill of the hunt,
exhilarated by the challenge of capturing her.
I’ll best the female and give
Furu the strong breeder he deserves, a breeder unlike any other.

He moved the trap and carefully reset it, picturing a small
bare foot snared in the rope.
You’re ours, little female.
Xan nodded,
certain he’d catch her, his hunting prowess without equal.

He tracked the female through the forest to a cave hollowed
out of brilliant blue rock, an ash-filled circle of stone at its mouth.
Her
lair.
He prowled around the small space, flaring his nostrils, savoring the
scents of a recently extinguished fire and aroused female, the combination
hardening his cock.

Xan then followed her trail along a winding river, water
rushing over the boulders in a symphony of sound. Where her footsteps had faded
on the rock, branches were snapped into two, tiny yellow insects sipping on the
spilled sap.

He paused at edge of the waterfall, the pool of water deep
and clear and cool, no signs of civilization dirtying the landscape, his
surroundings wild and unbroken.

Am I the first to stand in this exact spot, to see this
view and smell this air?
He lifted his chin, breathing deeply, the richness
of the land invigorating him.

I’ll claim this planet for Balazoid and the female for
us.

He spotted a delicate splash of pink nestled amidst the
greenery.
Hers.
He plucked the strip of wet leather off a low-hanging
tree branch and wound it around his arm, proudly wearing the proof of their
breeder’s existence.

Our breeder.
Xan crouched by the shore, pressing his
palm into the unnaturally deep imprint of her soles in the soil.
She wants
me to follow her.
He stalked into the forest. Sweat pearled on his
forehead, his uniform clinging to his moist body.
Why?
Rays of light
shone through the canopy of trees, filtered through mist and tree branches.
Insects chirped happily.

Pink rodents nosed around a giant purple root. They
scattered as he approached, grunting their alarm, the creatures resembling the
Amani
found on
Balazoid
, a planet he was told he’d never see again.
Does
Furu miss the
Amani
? Does he regret his decision to follow me?
Xan’s
resolve to give Furu the breeder he deserved strengthened.

He spotted familiar pinkish-purple flowers.
Steve.
Xan glared at the damn deadly vine. Its thorns impaled one of the rodents, its
four-legged victim’s blood flowing along the plant’s veins.

Xan left the plant to its meal. He trekked up hills sporting
gorgeous vistas and dipped into lush green valleys, crossing exhilaratingly
diverse regions he’d explore and chart in the days to come. He glowered at
Steve five more times in his travels, and he kicked the ashes of long
extinguished fires, locations of the female’s camps.

As the sun lowered, disappearing beneath the unbroken
horizon, the leaves from the tallest trees glowed, illuminating the forest. Xan
turned his head toward the location of the ship, torn between capturing their
breeder and returning to Furu. His stomach rumbled with hunger, his lover’s
food preparation skills unparalleled.

“I’ll capture you tomorrow, female,” he promised. Laughter
bubbled on the cool evening air, her joy too far away for him to pursue.

Xan smiled, admiring her spirit, her bravado unexpected in a
female.
Everything about her is unexpected.
He fingered the soft strip
of pink leather.
She will be ours, Furu.
Xan strode toward the ship, his
spirits high and his heart light, the humiliation of his exile forgotten.

Chapter Two

Steve edged one of his thick vines along the ground, his
target the platter of food Xan had set upon a rock. The two bare-chested males
sat around a roaring fire, the big warrior positioned protectively between his
Balazoid
lover and the forest where Mirian was hiding.

“It’s a trap, Steve.” Mirian breathed deeply, her eyelids
partially closed, the scent of spices and lightly charred meat tormenting her.
“Don’t fall for it. You don’t want him thinking you’re a dumb plant.”

Steve rustled his branches, arrogantly ignoring her warning,
his blossoms fixed on his prize. As Mirian watched the unfolding drama, she
peeled the skin off the orange-striped melon, the sweet consolation plucked
from a nearby tree.

A loop of braided vine snapped upward, the homemade rope
singing through the air. Xan jumped to his feet and pulled his gun, aiming the
weapon at the rock, his red eyes blazing in the dark.

Steve slowly extended a single thorn skyward, and Mirian
laughed, his human-like response learned from her. Furu grinned and Xan
muttered words she couldn’t hear. Steve brashly snatched a piece of meat off
the plate and impaled it on his thorns.

“It’s cooked. You’re not going to like it.” She shook her
head, her hair wet from her earlier dip in the pool, her body clean of the mud
and grime.

Steve sucked on the meat, the juices coursing into his
thorns and along his veins. He shuddered, his leaves wilted, and he spat the
stolen treat toward the two males, the piece of meat landing with a juicy splat
beside Xan. The big male frowned, and Furu’s face fell, his bottom lip curling.

“No offense to the chef,” Mirian called. “Steve prefers his
meat raw.”

“No one cares about Steve’s preferences,” Xan bellowed, and
Furu’s smile returned, illuminating his handsome face. His lips moved, and the
two males laughed, taking their seats around the fire.

Companionship. I miss that.
Mirian leaned against
Steve’s thick trunk, an oppressive melancholy settling upon her, the emotion as
heavy as the planet’s constant humidity.
I can experience companionship once
more if I give up my freedom.
She held up a melon wedge, and Steve wrapped
his leaves around it, taking her offering.
Xan wants me as his breeder.

Xan flung his arm across Furu’s shoulders, his muscles
rippling, the thin band of leather he’d taken from her makeshift laundry
station wrapped around his wrist. The males leaned into each other, both of
their physiques pale and strong, one broad and bulging, the other lean and
tight. They tilted their heads back.

Mirian gazed up at the black sky also, the mist shielding
the stars.
Do they have families, loved ones, up there?
She sighed with
envy, having no one. “It is just you and I, Steve.” She popped a melon wedge
into her mouth, wincing at the extreme sweetness, and she gave the plant the
rest. “Sometimes I wish I
could
fuck you. All I have is my hand and my
imagination.”

Unless I allow them to capture me.

Xan trailed his fingers through Furu’s tentacle hair, the
strands winding around his hands, and Furu nuzzled against the warrior’s neck,
nibbling on his pale skin, their affection achingly tender.

As the two males loved each other with firm lips and big
hands, Mirian stroked herself, dragging her fingertips up and down her neck,
the decadent waves of sensation flowing to her pussy.

“That feels so good,” she moaned, unable to bear the
silence, the constant solitude. “Yes, touch me,” Mirian pleaded, imagining it
was the big warrior touching her with his lover watching, both of the males
wanting her, their cocks hard, ready to fuck her.

“Touch me all over.” She tugged the straps of leather away
from her torso and cupped her breasts, her nipples aching for attention. “Suck
on my breasts.” Mirian plucked at her sensitive flesh, pain mixing with her
pleasure. “Ohhh…your mouth is so hot, so needy. Take what you want from me. My
body is yours.”

She ruthlessly squeezed her curves, and she rolled her
nipples between her fingers, escalating her desire, her pussy dripping with
moisture. “You feel good, huge and heavy.” Mirian flattened her palm against
her fluttering stomach and pressed down, her body feverishly hot, the scent of
her arousal mixing with the fragrance of melon. “I need. I need.”

She spread her legs, the night breeze cooling her overheated
flesh. “That’s it. That’s what I need. Come to me. Cover me with your hard
muscle.” Mirian rubbed the soft leather covering her mons, the friction
stimulating and erotic and not enough to please her.

“Strip me naked.” She untied her leather panties, leaving
her completely bare and open, exposed to the night. “And lay that big body over
me.” She wiggled, pressing her ass back against Steve’s rough bark.

“Stroke over me.” She skimmed her fingers along her folds,
strumming her flesh until she hummed with arousal. “Get me nice and wet,
prepping my pussy for your big cock. Furu will have his turn but I want you
first.” Mirian circled her clit with her thumb, winding her passion tighter
around her. “I’m gushing for you.” Her juices dripped down her arm. “Do you smell
how ready I am?”

A male groaned, the guttural emotion-laden sound ratcheting
Mirian’s excitement skyward. “Do you want me too?” She dipped her fingers into
her entrance. “Do you want to fuck me?” She rammed three fingers deep inside
her and whimpered with delight, relishing the pinch of flesh stretched tight.

“Then fuck me hard. Yes, I want it hard.” Mirian thrust in
and out, in and out, recklessly ravishing her pussy with her fingers, knowing
what she needed, what she craved. “Harder,” she cried, arching her back,
driving her hips upward into her descending hand.

She fucked herself with a wild abandonment, writhing and
moaning, her passion as savage as the land around her. A fine layer of moisture
covered her body, and the fragrance of her arousal scented the air.

“More. I need more,” she demanded. She worked her pussy
desperately, her need consuming her, temporarily staving off her loneliness.
Her body tightened, and her thighs trembled.

She flicked her clit with her thumb, and she screamed, the
black night exploding with color, brighter than any bloom found on
Viridi
.
Mirian flung her arms back and her hips upward, waves of pleasure sweeping over
her shaking form.

Mirian collapsed against Steve’s soft leaves, her limbs limp
and her spirit drained, and she stared at the horizon, the silhouette of the
planet she’d grown to love, the planet she called home, etched against the
night sky. The torch trees glowed, redistributing the light they had collected
during the day, creating a never-ending twilight.

“I don’t want to leave here, to leave you.” Mirian stroked
Steve’s bark, lovingly flicking the dirt from his crevices. “But I can’t live
my life alone. I’ll go insane. My mind will splinter into a thousand pieces.”

The males laughed, the sound emphasizing her solitude, their
joy physically close yet emotionally out of reach.

I’ll make the trade.
She nodded, the decision feeling
right.
I’ll trade my freedom for a lifetime of companionship.

* * * * *

“What male is finding release within her?” Furu inhaled
deeply, the air heavy with the mysterious female’s cock-hardening scent, the
silence broken by her lusty cries, her sex talk painfully arousing.

“Our breeder is fucking herself,” Xan muttered, his mood
since they had arrived on the planet even more volatile than usual. “She
intentionally torments us. Our female is cunning and clever.”

“She may be cunning and clever but she’s not ours.” Furu
shook his head, having walked away from that life, never to return.
I am not
my father.

“She will be ours.” Xan grinned, his red eyes gleaming.
“She’s unnatural, unlike any female I’ve seen, and I plan to capture her for
you.” The big warrior hugged him close to his muscular chest, his body warm and
hard.

“I don’t want her captured.” Furu rested his hand on Xan’s
pecs, splaying his fingers over the pale skin. “All I need, you give me
willingly or the simulators provide.”

Xan’s grin faded. “If you had remained on
Balazoid
,
you’d have a breeder.”

A breeder with hate-filled eyes.
Furu blew out a
ragged breath, tormented by memories of the enslaved females his father had
forced him to use, memories he wished Xan never to have.

“If I had remained on
Balazoid
, I wouldn’t have you.”
Furu pressed his lips to Xan’s shoulder, tasting salt and absolution. “We said
we’d create our own destiny. I want that destiny to be filled with freedom, for
us and for others.”

The Dreck’s jaw jutted, stubbornness lining his rugged face.
“I’m capturing her, Furu.” He framed Furu’s face between his rough hands,
forcing him to meet his gaze. “And when you find release in her pussy, planting
your seed in her womb, I’ll find release in your tight ass.” Xan brushed his
lips over Furu’s.

Furu’s cock bobbed, restrained by his uniform. “You’ll find
release inside her.” He cupped Xan’s balls, squeezing them gently through the
leather. “You capture her, you keep her. I won’t share that guilt.”

“Guilt?” Xan barked with laughter. “Capturing breeders is
the
Balazoid
way.”

“This isn’t the
Balazoid
way.” Furu followed the hard
ridge of Xan’s erection, touching another male’s sexual organs forbidden. “If
we’re following those rules, I should stop.”

“If we’re following those rules, I shouldn’t keep her.” The
warrior yanked Furu’s uniform down, freeing him, and Furu shivered, the night
air refreshingly cool. “Drecks aren’t allowed breeders.”

“You’d be the first Dreck with a breeder.”
I’ll allow you
that dubious honor before freeing her.
Furu undressed Xan quickly, peeling
the leather away from his lover’s body, eager to see all of him, his form
rippling with muscle and power. The firelight flickered over his broad
shoulders and bulging biceps, casting interesting shadows over his hipbones and
erect shaft.

“You like to be first.” Furu gazed at Xan with open
admiration, remembering the moment they met. The warrior had strode into his
private rooms, directly met his gaze, not at all intimidated by Furu’s lofty
status, and arrogantly declared he’d have Furu, damn the consequences. In Xan’s
red eyes, Furu had seen the strength and all-consuming passion he had been
searching for. “And you take what you want. You always have.”

He wants me.
A dab of pre-cum balanced on the tip of
Xan’s cock. Furu swiped his thumb over him, spreading his essence over ivory
skin.

Xan shuddered, his reaction gratifyingly intense. “When it
came to you,
Balazoid
’s favorite son, I should have followed the rules.”
A darkness drifted over his face. “But I’ll make it up to you, Furu, I
promise,” he vowed.

Furu parted his lips to protest and Xan leaned in, claiming
his mouth, silencing him. He opened eagerly to his demanding lover, tasting the
exotic spices he’d massaged into their meat. Their tongues tangled and tumbled
and their cocks rubbed together, shaft gliding along shaft, softness and
strength.

Furu gripped Xan’s shoulders, seeking to hold on to the only
being he’d ever loved, to clasp Xan to him forever, and Xan growled, his low
animalistic rumble sending tremors through Furu’s body.
This
was why
he’d defied his uncaring father to be with Xan, leaving his rigid life filled
with pain and privilege and loneliness.
This
was all he needed.

“I want you, Furu.” Xan squeezed Furu’s ass, his hands rough
on his skin.

Furu’s fingers trembled with eagerness as he scooped a
container off a rock, this encounter planned for, anticipated, dreamed of.
“Then take what you want.” He dipped his fingertips into the lube, the clear
gel warmed by the fire. “Take me.” He ran his hands over Xan’s thick cock,
generously coating his pale skin.

Xan rolled his head back, his eyelids partially closed, his
muscles flexing. Furu pumped the warrior’s shaft, working him with the firmness
Xan liked.
This big cock will soon be inside me.
He clenched his ass
cheeks, anticipating their illicit fucking, a fucking deemed wrong by the
Balazoid
council.

“Enough.” Xan twisted the container out of Furu’s left hand
and pushed him away. “I want to release in your ass,
Balazoid
.” He
lifted Furu as though he weighed nothing and flipped him easily onto his hands
and knees, the ground soft under him, the scent of grass mixing with aroused
male and burning wood.

Furu docilely faced the roaring fire, waiting for his lover,
the heat licking at him. Xan wedged his hands between Furu’s ass cheeks,
spreading him open. He prodded at his puckered hole with his lube-covered
finger, liberally slicking his flesh, and Furu moaned with pleasure as Xan
pushed his finger deeper, stretching him. He slid his finger in and out, in and
out, adding a second finger and a third, filling him.

“You’re so tight,
Balazoid
,” Xan rumbled. “Your ass
is made for me.” He removed his fingers with a juicy pop and moved behind him,
his cock pressing against Furu’s hole. Furu tensed, his own cock hard with want
and need.

“Mine.” Xan thrust into Furu’s ass, ruthlessly burying
himself up to his base, and Furu bellowed shamelessly, overcome with the sensation
of being dominated, of being owned by the larger male, pain mixing with his
pleasure.

Xan held on to Furu’s hips as he pulled out to his tip, and
Furu squirmed, the emptiness unbearable. “Mine.” The warrior rammed his cock
into Furu, the force swaying his body forward.

Xan rode him hard, using him without mercy, without
tenderness, skin slapping against skin. “Harder,” Furu commanded, his ass
warming with the impact, the burn accentuating every point of contact. “Fuck me
with everything you have.” He wanted Xan to have nothing left, squelching his
desire to physically conquer an unwilling female, to trap her as his father’s
breeders and Furu’s own mother had been trapped. “You only need me, Xan.”