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“Only you,” Xan grunted, his breath ragged and his thrusts
savagely deep. Furu embraced the sweet agony, desperate to please his lover, to
satisfy him. Xan reached around his body and grabbed Furu’s cock, yanking on
him with each surge forward.

“Fuck, Xan,” Furu groaned, the need to release tremendous.
“You’re too much.” Xan surrounded him, his cock ravishing Furu’s ass and his
rough palm sliding along Furu’s shaft.

“You can take me,” Xan growled, giving Furu no choice, his
hold thrillingly secure, his rhythm punishing.

“I want to take you.” Furu curled his fingers into the dirt
as he pushed back into his thrusts, meeting Xan halfway. His muscles pulled and
stretched. His balls throbbed with pain. Sweat dripped between his shoulder
blades, his skin slippery with effort. He closed his eyes, his full concentration
focused on delaying his release.

“You want me.” Xan’s hand over his groin lowered, and Furu
whimpered. “Release for your Dreck,
Balazoid
.” He squeezed Furu’s balls.

“Xan!” Furu’s world exploded with fire and light, his body
flushing with intense heat. Cum jetted out of his cock and landed on the dirt,
marking the planet, a part of them to remain on
Viridi
forever.

“Furu!” Xan roared, surging forward. Heat filled Furu’s
channel, soothing the ache, and the warrior shuddered, his hard muscles rubbing
into Furu’s leaner form, the friction delightful.

“Fuck.” Xan collapsed on top of him. Furu grunted,
struggling to bear his lover’s weight, his arms and legs aching with the
effort.

“Too damn delicate.” Xan pushed away from him. “If I do that
to our female, I’ll break her.” His cock slipped out of Furu’s ass, leaving him
empty. “We’ll use the breeding chair for release.”

Restraining her completely, binding her to a future she
doesn’t desire, filling our happy home with hate and guilt.
A shiver rolled
up Furu’s spine.

“We won’t ever place her in the breeding chair.” Furu rocked
back onto his heels and gazed up at his Dreck lover. “We’ll treat her as we
want others to treat us.”

“We’ll accept her.” Xan stared into the forest, his head
turned toward his mysterious female, his red eyes gleaming. “Respect her.” His
normally grim lips curled upward into a small smile.

“And give her a choice,” Furu murmured, doubting any female,
however unnatural, would ever choose to be a breeder. “Fuck the rules.”

Xan laughed.

Chapter Three

Mirian lay in the tall grass and watched the men, excitement
fluttering in her stomach.
Today, I make contact with the handsome, less
dominant one.
Furu crouched by a tree trunk, a handheld device in his palm.
Xan lurked by his side, his head turned in Mirian’s direction, frustration
reflected in his rugged face. He’d hunted her for three days, and for three
days, she’d avoided capture, unwilling to give up her independence until she
had talked to his lover.

“Now, Steve,” she whispered to the plant behind her.

Bright blue apoidea buzzed from flower to flower,
pollinating the plants. The grass swayed in the wind. Drops of perspiration
formed on her bare arms. Nothing big and dramatic and distracting happened.

“Steve.” She looked over her shoulder. The plant tilted his
blooms upward, avoiding her gaze. “You
promised
.” Steve didn’t move, and
Mirian narrowed her eyes. “Hmmm…” She tapped her index finger against her lips,
changing tactics. “I guess Xan is right. He
is
smarter than you.”

A vine whistled through the air, the sound echoing through
the forest. Winged insects filled the air, the cloud of black and orange
hovering over the location of the released trap.

Xan straightened and gazed in that direction. He looked back
at where Mirian hid and his gaze returned to the trap. His mouth moved, his
words too softly spoken to hear, and he sprinted into the forest.

“Keep him busy and wish me luck.” Mirian gathered up an
armful of assorted fruits, a friendship offering of sorts, and she cautiously
approached Furu.

A frown pulled at his perfect lips and not a hint of color
marred his high cheekbones, his skin resembling white rock polished smooth by a
stream. Mirian’s palms moistened, her fingers brown and calloused and painfully
average.

“You should leave. He’ll return soon.” Furu clipped his
words, his coolness contrasting vividly with the warmth he showed Xan.

“No, he won’t.” Another trap sprung as though to emphasize
her words. “Steve will keep him busy for hours.” She set her offering on a flat
rock before Furu, determined to make conversation, needing to talk to another
being. “These are all edible. These three need to be peeled.” She tapped the
fruit. “Don’t eat the seeds of that one.” She pointed at the offender. “They’ll
upset your stomachs.”

Furu turned away from her and jabbed the ground with a long
metal spike, a wire connecting the probe to his handheld. The tiny machine
beeped.

“Are you testing the acidity of the soil?” Mirian shuffled
closer to him, the exotic aroma of spices teasing her nostrils. “I’ve been
testing a region similar to this daily for over nine years. The acidity varies
based on the vegetation present and the quality of the water. By the stream—”

“We don’t need your so-called expertise, female.” Furu
stood, his spine rigidly straight, his bearing regal. “That isn’t why Xan is
hunting you.” He gazed down his nose at her, the height differential less than
with his lover yet still significant, making Mirian feel small and unworthy.
“He wants you for our breeder.”

“And you?” She stared at the
Balazoid
, unable to look
away, having never seen a being so beautiful and so cold. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want a breeder.” His words dripped with ice,
freezing her to the bone.

“You don’t want me?” Mirian dug her fingernails into her
palm, redirecting her pain. “Then fuck you.” She glared at him.

“No.” He held her gaze, his expression chillingly devoid of
emotion. “If you were our breeder,
I
would fuck
you
. And Xan
would fuck you. And any
Balazoid
we met would take a turn sticking his
cock in your pussy. You couldn’t do anything about it. You’d be locked in a
metal chair, your body restrained, your mouth muzzled and your legs spread.”

Mirian took a step back and Furu’s eyes gleamed with
triumph.
He’s trying to scare me.
She raised her chin. “You wouldn’t do
that to me.”

“It’s the
Balazoid
way.” His gaze slid from hers. “
Balazoids
don’t care about any individual. They only care about the cause.”

“Yet you care about Xan and he cares about you.” She picked
up a small melon, transferring it back and forth between her hands, expelling
some of her nervous energy. “He loves you.” Red streaked across Furu’s pale
cheekbones. “Is love between two males the
Balazoid
way?”

He pressed his lips together, his silence confirming her
suspicions.

“I bet Xan didn’t have a choice. He took one look at you and
fell head over heels in love.” Mirian peeled the melon, the juices spraying
over her fingertips, the scent light and clean.

Furu watched her, his gaze tracking her movements. “If Xan
catches you, he’ll never let you go,” he warned through clenched teeth.

“If he catches me.” She held out a piece of melon. “I
haven’t decided when I’ll allow that yet.”

His eyes glinted with an emotion resembling respect. “Xan
won’t ask for your permission.”

“That’s too bad because he’ll need it.” Mirian waved the
melon close to his handsome face. “Try this. It’s sweet.”

Furu’s fingers brushed hers as he took the slice, and a zing
of awareness shot up her arm, tightening her nipples. “Haven’t you decided to
be caught now?” His gaze dropped to her chest. “You came to us.”

“I came to you.” She arched her back slightly, brazenly
sticking out her small breasts.

His tongue darted over his lips, leaving a glistening trail
of moisture. “Why me?” He tilted his head, his tentacle hair lifting, reaching
out to her. “Why not Xan?”

Should I flirt some more, play coy?
Mirian lowered
her gaze. The bulge in Furu’s pants scattered those plans, her need for his
cock savage and undeniable. “Because while I want both of you,” she tossed the
remainder of the melon into the bush, freeing her hands, “I want you first.”

Furu turned his piece of melon over and over in his long
elegant fingers, lines feathering between his finely arched eyebrows, his
contemplation endearingly serious and frustratingly slow. Mirian dug her bare
toes into the ground, waiting for his decision.

“Xan would want to be first,” he finally replied, the ice in
his voice heating, thawing, warming her entire body, rewarding her for her
patience. “He likes to be first in everything.”

“Xan isn’t here.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on
his bare chest, eagerly taking control of their sexual encounter, interpreting
his feeble protest as consent.

“You won’t deny him.” Furu shuddered, his involuntary
response emboldening her.

“I doubt I could.” She stroked his lean body, his skin
smooth and soft.
I can’t remember the last time I touched someone.
“As
you can’t deny me.”

“I can’t,” Furu murmured, his chest rising and falling, his
eyes partially closed.

“And I can’t stop touching you.” Mirian explored his flat
abs with her fingertips. “You’re beautiful, stunning, almost addictive.”

His face flushed pink. “I’m not beautiful.” He stood still,
his hands curled into fists at his sides, a rigid arousing statue neither
encouraging nor preventing his seduction.

“You are. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever
seen.” Mirian skimmed her knuckles over his ribs and a tremor rolled over him.
“I wonder what you taste like.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder, licking
beads of moisture flavored with salt and warm male. “Hmmm…if your skin tastes
this good, your cum must be delicious.” She lowered her hands, brazenly
stroking over the ridge in his pants, taking advantage of his immobility.

“I dreamed of the two of you last night,” Mirian whispered
into his ear. “It was a hot, sexy dream.” She flicked his earlobe with her
tongue, and he trembled. “I sucked you dry while Xan fucked your ass.”

“Xan was right. You’re…unnatural.” Furu’s cock stretched the
leather, pushing into her palm. “Females don’t dream of offering release and
Balazoids
don’t find release in mouths.”

“Xan found release in your mouth last night.” Mirian felt
the length of him, playing with his concealed cock head. “He thrust his huge
cock between your beautiful lips and roared his love. He was so loud, so
satisfied by you, the entire planet heard him come.” She squeezed her thighs
together, the memory damn hot. “Then you coated the ground with your cum.” She
clucked her tongue. “What a waste. I would have savored every drop.”

Furu’s lips twisted. His head tipped to the side, his
tentacles squirming.

“Every…last…drop,” she repeated, lowering her voice to a
husky purr. Furu squeezed his eyes closed, jutting his jaw, a muscle in his
cheek ticking. “I would have caught your cum on my tongue and lapped you up.”

His eyelids flew open and he met her gaze, his eyes a rich,
turbulent red. Mirian parted her lips, not disguising her need, and Furu
groaned, the deep rumble rolling up his torso.

“Show me.” He yanked his pants open, revealing his cock, as
long and gorgeous and perfect as the rest of him.

“Oh I’ll show you. I’ll blow you and your fuckin’ mind.”
Mirian dropped to her knees before Furu and pulled down his pants, the muscles
in his thighs rock-hard. “Xan won’t mind if I suck you off? If you shoot your
cum down my throat?” She cupped his balls, his flesh smooth as stone.

“If he was here, he’d want your mouth also.” Furu gazed down
at her, expecting her to pleasure him, claiming it as though it were his right.

I’ll pleasure him so well, he’ll keep me forever.
“I’m glad he’s not here.” She smiled at Furu. “Because you’re more than enough
for me.”

I’ll take what she gives me and that’s it. I won’t force
her. I won’t even touch her.
Furu struggled to maintain his composure as
the female, their female, kneeled in front of him, gazing up at him with an
open admiration he’d never seen on another being’s face, a uniquely feminine
power radiating from her tiny form.

She handled his body masterfully, generously, freely,
weighing his balls and rolling them in her fascinatingly golden hands. Her
fingers slid over him, rough and arousing, similar to Xan’s yet smaller and
more flexible.

She isn’t a breeder. She wants this. She chooses to touch
me.

“Your balls resemble the rarest, purest metamorphic rock,”
she cooed, her breath warm on his skin. “Even your veins are exquisite.” She
traced one with her fingertip, sending tremors straight to the tip of his cock.

His face heated. “You talk too much, female,” he grumbled,
uncomfortable with her compliments, uncertain how to respond to them.
Does
she truly believe I’m beautiful?

“Sorry.” She skimmed her fingers over his shaft.

He bobbed, needing more, needing her, guilt and shame edging
his desire.
She’s no helpless breeder. This is her choice. She’s in control.

“I’ve been alone for so long. I had to talk to myself or go
mad.” She circled the rim of his cock head round and round, winding his own
desire tightly around him. “And my name’s Mirian, not female.” She scrunched up
her nose.

Mirian
, Furu repeated silently. Breeders didn’t have
names. She poked her tongue into his slit, and he inhaled sharply, fighting the
urge to find release immediately.

“I listened to you and Xan talking.” Mirian swiped the flat
of her tongue over his cock head, ecstasy radiating from the point of contact.
“I stayed awake as long as you did. I didn’t want to miss a word.” She smiled
up at him, her face devoid of hate or fear. “I’d forgotten what conversation
was.” Mirian sucked his tip into her hot, wet mouth.

Fuck.
Furu placed his right palm on the top of her
head, flattening her frizzy dark-brown curls, her hair surprisingly soft. She
hummed happily, her lips vibrating his entire shaft, and his balls contracted,
his need for her intensifying.

She released him with a juicy pop. “Did you like that?” Her
brown eyes sparkled.

Furu glared at her, frustrated with the interruption.

“You did.” Mirian smiled, her lips plump and generous. “I
thought so.” She opened her mouth, taking him deeper, her tongue sliding under
his shaft.

Furu pushed his hips forward, wanting more, wanting her. Xan
sucked him with purpose, elevating his passions quickly, driving him toward
completion with a head-spinning determination Furu admired. Mirian leisurely
explored his cock, in no rush to make him come, the contrast intriguing and arousing.

His cock head tapped the back of her throat. She tilted her
head back, taking more of him, and her lips closed around his base, her mouth a
perfect fit. She sighed, her breath caressing his sensitive skin, and she
pulled her head back. He smothered a groan, his dissatisfaction spiraling
toward the sky.

“How was that?” Mirian glowed, oblivious to his sexual
torment. “I took all of you. Not every female could do that. I learned that
trick when I was—”

Furu grasped the back of her head and thrust his cock
between her moving lips, silencing her constant flow of words.
I’d forgotten
what conversation was.
Guilt wriggled inside him.

“I’ll talk,” he muttered. “While you suck me.” Her teeth
grazed along his shaft, and he shuddered. “That’s it. Take all of me. Show me
that trick you learned.” She clasped his hips with her rough fingers and gazed
up at him, allowing his ravishment of her mouth, her eyes wide and trusting.

“Xan’s cock is bigger than mine.” Furu pumped into Mirian
deeper and deeper, and her cheeks indented around him, her suction exquisite.
“You couldn’t take all of him, with or without your trick.” Her eyes glittered
and her spine straightened, his female as ready to rise to a challenge as his
mate was.
She’s strong, well able to deny me, to make her own decisions.