AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The man backed away from us, looking terrified.
Good. I hope this haunted him forever.
“What the fuck is wrong with these women?”
“Who the fuck cares?” replied someone dressed as a pilot. “They’re the Kadrixan’s problem now.”
A strange smell had hit my nostrils, and suddenly, I was out like a light.
I woke up here.
Sounds of heavy boots against hollow metal floors echoed in the room. No, not a room. We were in a container, hence the metal floor, shipped like merchandise instead of traveling in a shuttle like people.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of red, horned demons. Monsters. My heart pounded in my chest, and if I weren’t still mostly paralyzed from whatever they’d given us, I would’ve screamed. They were even more terrifying in real life.
I’d only ever seen blurry videos of the Kadrixans. The videos had been taken at formal government meetings, and the alien warriors wore human-styled suits, at least on top, to fit in with the colony officials. They’d almost looked civilized and handsome in a strange sort of way.
The two monsters I saw now were dressed in no more than black leather pants that went only to their knees, and they were totally naked on top. The black of the leather contrasted with the devil-red of their skin. Their legs didn’t look humanoid at all, and their knees were backward, like those of beasts. Their bare feet ended in giant, black claws.
Every last muscle on their giant bodies was on display. Leathery wings lay folded on their backs. The fronts of their pants bulged massively, and I was sure if one of them were to mount me, I’d be split in half.
I should be panicking, but whatever was keeping me paralyzed also prevented me from freaking out. So, I just watched and listened.
The man who stood up front was shaking like a leaf. I recognized him. He was the dickasaurus who’d asked what was wrong with us when we’d all stress-mooed back at the loading bay. He stuttered when he spoke to the two monstrous demons. “We…we…we on…only have two dozen this year.”
One of the demons growled. “Two dozen? You claim your colony is overpopulated and you cannot feed all the mouths. How can it be so hard to find females for our heat?”
He didn’t speak Nova Vita English, but somehow, I understood him.
“The criteria you requested are hard to meet.” The man fidgeted awkwardly, taking a step back. He was clearly terrified of the alien beasts before him.
“We only require that the females are not violent criminals and that they are of breeding age and healthy. Surely the supplies and ore we trade are worth more than two dozen females.” His tone was low and menacing, and something in my belly stirred at the sound.
The human representative stammered, “But, but, you also require that the females agree to come. We have written consent from all these females. They all chose to be here. The others refused.”
The lead devil monster grunted. “We’ll take these females, but since you only provided half the numbers we asked for, I’ll reroute the outstanding ore back to our stronghold.”
“But…but,” the rep stammered. “We need that ore. I can’t go back without it. They’ll blame me.”
“And we need the females promised,” he growled back. “Now get out of my sight before I decide to take you as well. I’m hungry for some red meat.”
The cowardly colony representative nearly tripped over himself to get back into the shuttle. If I looked more carefully, I was sure I’d see a trail of pee behind him. The shuttle took off and we, the well-dressed cattle, were left alone in the abattoir with our butchers.
Movement returned to my hands and feet, and I considered unstrapping myself from the wall. I felt as if I were being held on by Velcro and the very thought of my body being Velcro-ed to the side of the container like I was on some strange Japanese game show of old had me giggling uncontrollably. I blamed the stress.
Shit! The big Kadrixan who’d threatened to eat the cowardly rep strode toward me, muscles rippling. The giggle turned nervous, then I started to panic, struggling against my straps.
He was right in front of me now as blood pounded in my ears. He reached for me, his terrifying, clawed hand touching my cheek more gently than I thought possible.
I felt it the moment we touched: the zing of excitement and attraction that was beyond my control. I swallowed hard as the air between us lit up like fireworks.
I avoided his gaze, choosing instead to look at his chest. His bare, muscular, and extremely defined chest. My eyes drifted lower to his perfect six-pack abs. Damn! If I ignored the red skin, the horns, the claws, and the fire in his eyes, he was kind of hot.
He could be an old-style movie star—they did everything through CGI now—all dressed up in costume for the next big sci-fi or fantasy action film. The horns and ridges on his skull could be prosthetics and the glowing eyes contacts. He had that movie star feel too: cocky and proud.
My eyes strayed down to his waistband, where firm red skin met dark leather. He had that line really fit men had running diagonally in a V from his sides and disappearing into his pants. I wondered what else he had down there.
I caught myself and banished that line of thinking. That sentiment was totally inappropriate!What’s wrong with me? I wake up, and the first thing I do is ogle the very monster I’m supposed to be scared of?
