looked at her. Sylvia was a virgin, but she knew lust when she saw it.
“No,” she whimpered and tried to push herself free of his arms, but he was too strong.
The alien man’s eyes went wide in shock as he looked ahead and skidded to a stop. When Sylvia looked she saw another alien man, this one the most exquisite she’d ever seen, was slowly rising from a crouch, a cloud of dust around his feet.
Had he jumped down from that tall boulder? It was at least twenty feet high!
Yet there he stood, imposing and powerful looking as though he didn’t even notice.
“Mine!” the one holding her shouted, his hold on her tightening.
The one standing in front locked eyes, his voice deep yet quiet.
“Mine.”
The one holding Sylvia stood tall and took a deep breath to push out his chest. When the large one in front of them stepped forward, the one holding her put her down and stepped forward as well. Sylvia was in too great of shock to have even thought to run.
The men collided into one another, exchanging furious blows. The sounds of their fists connecting with flesh and bone made her cringe. Finally, the large one threw a punch that knocked out the other.
It was when he stepped toward her that she realized she should’ve used the chance to escape.
By then, it was too late. He grabbed her by the wrist.
“Mine.”
“No,” she said firmly.
“I don’t belong to anyone!”
“You do now.”
Chapter 3
Sylvia was taken against her will to the large alien city. Stone buildings were constructed from the sides of the tall rocks and outcroppings. Tunnels were carved into the mountains, and large chambers cleared out as meeting spaces.
The large one took her to his home, yet along the way, she never saw a single woman. On the street, in the buildings, everywhere her eyes fell she found one handsome, muscled man after another.
“Where are the, I mean to say, don’t you have any females?”
“No,” he said simply.
Sylvia twisted her mouth in annoyance. He didn’t even bother looking at her when he spoke.
“How do you make, are you all…?”
“All what?”
“How do you reproduce?” she finally blurted.
“Not the way you do.” The answer was not nearly as informative as she had hoped for, yet it raised some interesting questions.
“If you don’t reproduce with females, why are you fighting over me? What do you want with me?”
One of the men on the street suddenly veered towards them, but the large one holding her shot his hand forward, grabbed the man by the neck, and slammed him back against the stone wall.
Sylvia cried out in surprise, but the man’s eyes rolled back as he slowly slumped to the ground.
“Did you--?” The rest of the sentence was cut off as the large man tugged her onward. She tried to look over her shoulder, hoping to see the man move. He never did.
“What’s happening?” she asked as they turned the corner, her view of the possibly dead man disappearing behind the wall.
“Your people did not tell you?”
“I thought they had, but now I’m beginning to think it was all a lie.”
The man opened a door, shoved her inside, and followed in after. Closing it behind him, he slammed a large metal bar into place.
The stone chamber was a house of sorts. There were woven rugs along the ground in rich greens and blues which interacted with the red light to give off a violet shine.
There were surprisingly intricate carved arches in the walls to allow someone to see from one room to the next. Swirling designs followed along every frame and border.
“Is this your home?” she asked.
“Yes. I am Geruke. I’ve claimed you as my own.”
“Now you stop that,” she said, spinning to face him.
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Yes, you do. Me. They will try to take you, but I will stop them. I am the fastest, and the strongest. I deserve to be Lord.”
“Lord? Lord of what?”
He stepped toward her with a slow, purposeful motion.
“The prophecy tells
“No,” she whimpered and tried to push herself free of his arms, but he was too strong.
The alien man’s eyes went wide in shock as he looked ahead and skidded to a stop. When Sylvia looked she saw another alien man, this one the most exquisite she’d ever seen, was slowly rising from a crouch, a cloud of dust around his feet.
Had he jumped down from that tall boulder? It was at least twenty feet high!
Yet there he stood, imposing and powerful looking as though he didn’t even notice.
“Mine!” the one holding her shouted, his hold on her tightening.
The one standing in front locked eyes, his voice deep yet quiet.
“Mine.”
The one holding Sylvia stood tall and took a deep breath to push out his chest. When the large one in front of them stepped forward, the one holding her put her down and stepped forward as well. Sylvia was in too great of shock to have even thought to run.
The men collided into one another, exchanging furious blows. The sounds of their fists connecting with flesh and bone made her cringe. Finally, the large one threw a punch that knocked out the other.
It was when he stepped toward her that she realized she should’ve used the chance to escape.
By then, it was too late. He grabbed her by the wrist.
“Mine.”
“No,” she said firmly.
“I don’t belong to anyone!”
“You do now.”
Chapter 3
Sylvia was taken against her will to the large alien city. Stone buildings were constructed from the sides of the tall rocks and outcroppings. Tunnels were carved into the mountains, and large chambers cleared out as meeting spaces.
The large one took her to his home, yet along the way, she never saw a single woman. On the street, in the buildings, everywhere her eyes fell she found one handsome, muscled man after another.
“Where are the, I mean to say, don’t you have any females?”
“No,” he said simply.
Sylvia twisted her mouth in annoyance. He didn’t even bother looking at her when he spoke.
“How do you make, are you all…?”
“All what?”
“How do you reproduce?” she finally blurted.
“Not the way you do.” The answer was not nearly as informative as she had hoped for, yet it raised some interesting questions.
“If you don’t reproduce with females, why are you fighting over me? What do you want with me?”
One of the men on the street suddenly veered towards them, but the large one holding her shot his hand forward, grabbed the man by the neck, and slammed him back against the stone wall.
Sylvia cried out in surprise, but the man’s eyes rolled back as he slowly slumped to the ground.
“Did you--?” The rest of the sentence was cut off as the large man tugged her onward. She tried to look over her shoulder, hoping to see the man move. He never did.
“What’s happening?” she asked as they turned the corner, her view of the possibly dead man disappearing behind the wall.
“Your people did not tell you?”
“I thought they had, but now I’m beginning to think it was all a lie.”
The man opened a door, shoved her inside, and followed in after. Closing it behind him, he slammed a large metal bar into place.
The stone chamber was a house of sorts. There were woven rugs along the ground in rich greens and blues which interacted with the red light to give off a violet shine.
There were surprisingly intricate carved arches in the walls to allow someone to see from one room to the next. Swirling designs followed along every frame and border.
“Is this your home?” she asked.
“Yes. I am Geruke. I’ve claimed you as my own.”
“Now you stop that,” she said, spinning to face him.
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Yes, you do. Me. They will try to take you, but I will stop them. I am the fastest, and the strongest. I deserve to be Lord.”
“Lord? Lord of what?”
He stepped toward her with a slow, purposeful motion.
“The prophecy tells
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