MY BIG RED SAVIOR

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

My Big Red Savior

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About Nova Edwins

MY BIG RED SAVIOR

Being locked up in a cage and displayed to a bunch of naked male aliens isn't very high up on my list of "things to do in space if I ever get there"—yet, here I am, and it's not a good feeling.

So, I guess I should consider myself lucky when an even more masculine angry alien appears out of nowhere to ruin the fun for all the others because he decides to take me with him. I have no idea if this is good, bad, or simply horrendous…

Dark-ish sci-fi romance. No cheating. HEA.

1

SASHA

I scoot back, but the cage I'm in is too small to let me evade the grabby hands of the cackling alien in front of me. I'm sweating bullets since the situation seems to get worse with every passing moment.

My grandma always called me her little ray of sunshine because nothing and no one could ever curb my optimism. Now, I barely have any optimism left.

One night, I woke up in my bed, a dark figure looming over me. My optimism led me to believe that my ex had returned after changing his mind about dumping me for being too boring. But the dark figure sprayed some kind of gas in my face, and, when I woke up again, I was on an alien planet. In space.

To be honest, my optimism still weighs in from time to time, reminding me that I may still be on Earth, contained in a nice, padded cell, which would be good because it would mean that none of this is real.

Up until this morning—or at least I assume that it was morning—I was held in some kind of storage facility, with my cage placed between hundreds and hundreds of other enclosures with all kinds of creatures. At first, I thought it was a zoo, but, now that I'm out, I realize that it was probably some slaveowner's warehouse.

I try to stay optimistic and not give up, but it's hard. Damn fucking hard.

The alien manages to squeeze his hand through the narrow bars and paws my thigh. The sound it makes with its mandibles seems enthusiastic to me, yet I'm scared shitless.

I suppose that he and his buddies have bought me for… entertainment purposes? I'm not sure if that's the right word for it since I don't know anything about the local customs.

I'm in the middle of a market or a gathering place, my cage propped up on a little platform. I'm surrounded by long tables, which are already set for dinner and decorated with alien flowers. It reminds me of a wedding, but somehow there's no bride in sight. Just a bunch of alien men. I know they're male because they're all naked. For the last hour or so, they've been gathering around the platform and drinking some kind of liquid that has been giving them raging hard-ons.

So, yeah, no. My optimism is pretty much gone. It vanished the second I spotted a wooden plank in front of my cage with four restraints nailed onto it. I was never very good at judging heights or distances, but I assume the space between the restraints to be exactly five feet and seven inches long—which would be my height.

My heart is beating faster as the alien shoves his hand into the cage as far as he can, making clicking noises, his eyelids flapping like crazy.

There's a sharp hissing noise, and my assailant snarls but takes a step back. Inhaling shakily, I direct my attention to the guy who hissed at his buddy. I don't understand their language, yet it's obvious that something is happening because a few of them have put on loincloths and start walking away. Maybe they're postponing their party?

I feel a glimmer of hope until I notice how the remaining crew eyes me. Nope. They're still planning on having me for dessert. Two or three of the aliens are already rubbing their cocks, massaging them as if to make a sinister promise.

Bile rises in my throat because their dicks look as dangerous and scary as the rest of their bodies.

Although they're not very tall—maybe a few inches shorter than me—they appear to be a mix between aggressive-looking dogs and bipedal venomous insects. They have long snouts like my grandma's beloved pit bull Johnny and are decorated with mandibles and spikes all over their heads. Their thorny bodies are covered in colorful scales.

I'm really worried about those dicks, though. It's not like I want to look at them, but I simply can't ignore their weird anatomy. Their cocks are long and very slim—except for the glans. That thing is easily as big as my fist and covered in spikes. I'm quite sure I don't want them anywhere near me, but I have no idea how to stop them from strapping me to that wooden plank and raping me.

Another alien moans loudly, and although I'm well aware that I probably shouldn't react, I turn my head. The alien opens his mandibles wide, roaring as he viciously pumps up the thin part of his cock. With sheer horror, I watch his glans expanding even further before his penis finally ejects a stream of what must be alien semen.

My shaking worsens, as the ground where the sperm landed starts fizzling and burning and finally dissolves. So, their semen is caustic.

Great. Maybe I should count myself lucky since this should make for a quick death. Instead, tears start rolling down my cheeks, as the panic sinks its claws into me even deeper.

At this point, I don't even care about the approaching spaceship, although I've never seen one before. It's silver and shiny and probably contains more aliens. I start sobbing.

2

JAROT

I hate doing business on Leto 5 since everyone (and everything) here is seedy and vicious. Everyone is ready to stab you in the back, so you have to be careful if you want to live.

Normally, I would only come here with my partner, Sisahl, but he retired a couple of standard months ago, and I couldn't say no to the credits the Tixiyax tribe offered me for bringing them some rare meats.

I should probably get a new partner, someone to watch my back. Unfortunately, I have a hard time trusting anyone, so I haven't found a suitable replacement yet. And I like credits too much to refuse a simple delivery request.

As my trusted space freighter, the Dudso, begins to descend, I see the first members of the Tixiyax tribe approaching the drop point.

I will never get used to the fact how ah'tze impolite and, at times, downright hostile these people are. They rely on other aliens to import everything they need, but they treat everyone like shit. Their only advantage is that they're filthy rich.

It also doesn't help that they're ugly and small, which always makes me feel like I'm doing business with bratty children with poor hygiene who smell of rotten flesh. It's a pleasure. Not.

With a sigh, I kill the engine and unstrap myself from the captain's seat. Still feels wrong to sit here, though.

Making sure my tellurium shock pulser is fully charged, I head to the cargo bay and release the hatch. The members of the Tixiyax higher council are creeping around my ship, sniffing the air, and smelling the meat that I brought. They know they're not allowed to set foot onto the ramp, let alone enter my ship. At least they're smart enough not to fuck with a Tedoleran since their chances of surviving a fight with me are slim to none.

I pull the crates from the rack and carry them outside. While I'm able to lift three crates at once, these puny creatures need two people to carry each one. They're weak. I don't like the weak.

My translator implant scrambles to make sense of their snarling, hissing sounds. They only communicate in nouns, making it extremely exhausting to listen to them.

"Food," one of them clutches his hands. "Meat. Meat. Meat."

"Hunger."

They exchange looks and start to cackle. "Sex."

Yeah, I've noticed they're all sporting erections, but I choose to ignore it. The meat I'm delivering is reserved for one of their weird sacrificial rituals. I don't really care. I only care about my credits.

This is why things instantly go south when those ah'tze creatures try to fuck me over.

The first two are already scurrying off with one of the crates when their leader hands me the credits. It's only about a third of what we agreed upon.

My tolerance for their behavior is already very low, so I don't even bother arguing and instead shift into battle mode. The leader hunches his back, showing me his open palms. "Excuse. Excuse. Excuse."

"Where is my payment?" My voice is now growlier as I become more and more aggressive. My eyes are glowing, the spikes on my back, neck, and shoulders push through my skin, and my claws extend. "I want the credits you owe me." My facial expression makes it very clear what would happen otherwise.

"Excuse," the guy bows down even further, nearly bending in half. "Pursuit," he gestures toward a little settlement, starting to move into that direction.

I can only assume he wants me to follow him. Pushing a button on my comm device, I lock the Dudso. Maybe the rest of my credits is still in their settlement. My curiosity makes me follow him. That, and the fact that it doesn't matter where exactly I rip their heads off if they don't have the payment I was promised.

The quick trip is accompanied by the chants of "meat," "sex," and "prosperity," but I'm simply annoyed at this point. This is the last time I'm doing business with these assholes.

The higher council, consisting of the three oldest members of this tribe, guide me toward their settlement's center. I can smell the pheromones from a distance. It's disgusting, to say the least.

What's even worse is the fact that everyone in that little gathering spot is completely naked. Apparently, they've already drunk their famous fertility concoction because I see a lot more cocks than I'm personally comfortable with. What I can't see are my credits, though.

I turn to their leader, who's now bowing so deep that his forehead almost touches the ground.

"First." He points toward the cage placed on a platform in the middle of their festive site. "Honor."

What the ah'tze is he talking about? I glance in the direction he's pointing toward, and, suddenly, my heart skips a beat.

There's a tiny naked female in that cage, crying her eyes out and shaking so bad she's rattling the chain that ties her ankle to the metal bars.

I don't need to be a genius to figure out that they offered me the very questionable honor of fucking her first since they apparently don't want to pay me what they owe.

Although the female would indeed be appealing if she weren't a sobbing, panicking mess, I really want my credits.

I bare my teeth and snarl at the leader, and he stumbles a few steps back. "Where are my credits?"

"Honor," he stutters. "Sex."

Everyone else seems just as perplexed as him that I have no intention of participating in their sacrificial rape fest.

My knuckles crack as I clench my fists. "For the ah'tze last time, where are my credits?"

3

SASHA

So, there has been a plot twist. And that twist is red, burly, and at least eight feet tall. The weird half-insect, half-dog aliens bow down before him, which I totally get. He dwarfs them, and I would describe his color as an almost angry red.

His black hair is cropped short to his scalp, and his strikingly blue eyes seem to glow from the inside. Also, he's packed with muscle. I bet this guy has an eight pack and the ability to break me in half using just two of his long, thick fingers. On the plus side, he only has spikes on his back and shoulders, which, unfortunately, doesn't make him less scary than the insect guys.

He seems to speak another language than them, but I still don't understand him. I only grasp that his syllables are longer and way more complex than the clicking and hissing sounds of my captors.

And I know "pissed" when I see it. Whatever their deal is, the insects apparently did something wrong or tried to screw him over. Since his features are more like human ones, I can read him pretty easily, and he is not in a good mood. Not by a long shot.

I flinch when he looks at me before snarling and growling at the insect guy who seems to be in charge of dealing with the new alien.

The insect points to me and hisses, but the red guy facepalms and sighs so loudly that I can hear it from my cage.

The atmosphere changes drastically as the big one turns around and starts walking toward the cage. The insect leader hurries up to him, arms flailing, mandibles clicking.

The red one growls lowly and slaps the insect out of the way like I would swat a fly. The insect alien falls to the ground, hissing and weeping, but that doesn't stop the red one.

My throat constricts as he steps onto the platform that shakes under his weight. He eyes the mechanism locking the cage shut, then looks at me.

He sounds gruff and impolite when he addresses me, but I don't understand what he says, so I just start crying harder. Is that it? Is he the superspecial guest, here to rape me before his insect buddies eat me with their mandibles? Or did they simply store me for him? Did they have a fight, and now I'm the one who will suffer for it?

I involuntarily shriek when the red guy just grabs the cage door and rips it off the hinges as if it's made out of paper.

He extends his hand to grab me, and I sob upon seeing his vicious claws. He stops, and his eyes roam my body. Instead of yanking me out of the cage, he gently pats my leg. I freeze because I don't know what he wants, so he touches it repeatedly until I figure out that I should probably extend it.

His hand hovers over the shackles around my ankle; he holds still for a moment while his claws retract. They slide back into his nails until the tips of his fingers are blunt like mine. He then proceeds to pry the shackle open, freeing me from the chains. This dude really is insanely strong.

I have no idea how to react. Is this good, and he's here to free me? Or bad, and he's now going to strap me to that wooden platform and have his way with me?

Since I figure I'm screwed anyway, I glance at his crotch. No erection. That's good, right?

He snarls something, grabs me, and lifts me out of the cage. As he starts walking with me in his arms, I realize that he seems to have some kind of beef with the insect aliens, because they're not happy that he's taking me.

I would love to flip them the bird, but I'm not in the clear yet. Who knows what the red guy is up to?

The insect aliens follow us, hissing, weeping, and clicking, but they don't dare lay a hand on the red guy. Considering that his chest feels like it's made from steel, I get it though.

We approach the spaceship, and he presses a button on his fancy wristband. A hatch opens, and he steps inside, not caring about the crowd of insect aliens that's been following us.

I've seen enough sci-fi movies to know that we're on his ship's bridge. He puts me back on the ground. Only now do I realize how freaking naked I am, so I try to cover myself. He mumbles something, shrugs and pulls off his shirt that he hands me.

Fresh tears flow from my eyes, and I don't know what to think anymore. He says something, but I just stare at him.

He sighs again, rubbing his forehead, and motions for me to put on his shirt. For a while, he stares at me, eventually pointing to the chair and talking to me again. He leans forward and takes the seatbelt, showing me how I can fasten it. He then gestures toward what must be the command station and pretends that the ground is shaking underneath his feet.

Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to sit down and put on the seat belt because we're leaving. I can do that. I can do whatever he wants if it means not getting raped by fifty insect aliens. Or one big red alien, for that matter.

I don't hesitate; I sit my butt down and fasten the seatbelt just like he showed me. Satisfied, he nods and takes the seat closest to mine.

Next thing I know, I'm actually experiencing the starting of a spaceship. It's not as loud as I imagined it to be, but I can feel the force of gravity pressing me down into the seat. It only takes a second before everything seems normal again.

The red guy gets up and motions for me to follow him. The lump in my throat is back. I guess I'm about to find out what he really wants from me. My knees are so weak that I can barely walk. I follow him through the narrow corridor while my panic's taking over. It's hard to really absorb the fact that I'm on a real spaceship flying through space while I'm trembling with fear.

We stop in front of a shiny metal door that glides to the side.

Shit. The room behind it looks a lot like the lair of a crazy scientist, especially with the smooth table in the middle of the room.

The alien enters his medical torture chamber and waits for me.

I chuckle nervously, "I'd rather not."

Maybe having sex with him would be a better option than being experimented on? I don't know if that is my panic talking, or if I'm being influenced by the fact that this guy took off his shirt, exposing his ripped torso. He's mouthwateringly muscular.

He frowns, grabs my upper arm, and pulls me toward him. I fight back the tears as he lifts me onto the table. But, to my surprise, he simply sits me down and doesn't restrain or hurt me.

He turns away and starts shuffling through the equipment that is lying everywhere. This room is a mess. Also, I have no idea what all of those things are since they look like they're from a—um, well—sci-fi movie.

The alien shows me something pen-like and holds it against his forearm. As he presses the button on the top, it makes a faint popping sound, then he shows me his unharmed arm. He then gestures toward me.

It's not that I want to, but I slowly extend my arm. He shakes his head and uses his index finger to touch me behind my right ear.

I'm scared since I don't know what he wants from me; however, he seems to be kind of… nice? So far, he hasn't hurt me and has at least made an effort to explain stuff to me.

Biting my lower lip, I tilt my head to the side so that he can access my ear.

The alien gently presses the pen against my skin. It feels cold and strangely tingling before some kind of pressure builds up. It's not painful, more like irritating. As he pulls the pen away, he lifts my chin with his fingers, making me look at him.

"That's better, isn't it?"

I stare at him in disbelief since I can understand him now.

"Oh my God! What did you do?"

"Shouldn't that be obvious? I gave you a translation implant." He frowns.

"I had no idea that something like this existed."

He casts me a weird look and huffs. "Hold still. I need to make sure you're healthy and not infected with anything contagious."

I do as I'm told, confused because he simply waves the pen tool in front of me. "Can you take me home?"

"Where would that be?" He doesn't look at me and instead studies the small display on his fancy wristband.

"Earth."

"The old one or the new one?"

My mouth is gaping. "There's a new one?"

"Yeah, it's been there for a while." He cocks his eyebrow. "Have you been in stasis?"

"I don't know. Someone took me from my home, and, when I woke up, I was in that cage. The cage was stored somewhere else at first, but I have no idea where I was or where I am."

He huffs, "I suppose, I could take you to Earth. Do you have any credits on you?"

"Is that like money? A currency?"

"Yes. It's the only currency valid in this and many other galaxies."

My hope falters a bit, but I'm back to being optimistic. He seems like a nice guy, and I'm sure we can figure this out. "What's your name?"

"Jarot."

"Hi Jarot, I'm Sasha," I give him my best smile. "Would you please take me to Earth? I promise I will do whatever you want."

To my surprise, he is neither amused nor happy. Instead, his frown deepens, and he snarls at me. "Do not—ever—make an offer like this to a male, human. You have no idea what he might come up with. Count yourself lucky that I'm a decent male who knows what honor is."

4

JAROT

There's fear in Sasha's eyes, which I don't like. I didn't mean to scare her or imply anything, although she technically belongs to me now, since I took her as payment for my delivery.

I'm not very good around women in general, and it seems that I'm even worse with humans. Her small face is pale as she grips the edge of the examination table and bites her plump lip.

Ah'tze. I probably shouldn't notice that her lips are indeed very plump and have an interesting rosy color.

I huff and shake my head. "Don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you. Probably should have phrased it more like advice instead of a threat."

Her smile is weak and barely reaches her eyes. "Yeah, that would have helped. Still, the question remains if you're willing to take me home."

I can't allow myself to think about how many credits the fuel for a trip to Earth would cost me because I'll start crying if I do. Somehow, I can't refuse anything to this delicate female. I hope she never asks me to chop my limbs off. So, I simply grunt, "Will take you there."

"Really?" She clutches her hands in front of her chest and beams at me.

I'm melting on the inside, feeling all warm and fuzzy. I don't like it, which is why I nod quickly. This conversation needs to end. I want to lie down, calculate my losses, and not dwell on the fact that I won't get anything in return. The misery of that thought is weighing me down. Especially since I know that I'm technically allowed to take whatever I want from her. She's a slave, yet I don't have the guts to tell her that. Looking at her small body and tiny wrists, I know I could never force myself upon her. It's just wrong.

Do I want to make her scream with pleasure? Yes.

Am I willing to see her cry before we even get to that point? No. Definitely not.

Besides, I want her begging for my cock and not the other way around. Sasha should be able to feel safe around me.

"It will take us a couple of standard days to get to Earth. Is your family located near Safe Harbor?"

She wrinkles her forehead. "Safe Harbor?"

"The settlement where most of the human survivors have been living since the Great War. Or does your family belong to the rebels? Don't worry—I won't tell."

Sasha is back to gripping the edge of the table, "Are you sure you're not confusing the planets? Which Great War are you talking about?"

"The one that started in 2287." I shrug.

"Come again?" All color has drained from her pretty face. "In 2287? Maybe your timeline differs from mine? What year is it?"

"It's the standard year 2368. That should align with the way you count on the Old Earth."

My little human opens her mouth, but no words come out. She just shakes her head in disbelief.

I don't know what to do since no warrior training could have ever prepared me for a situation like this.

She snivels a bit and rubs her cheek to catch the first tears from falling. "Are you sure this isn't a mistake? I was taken in 2011."

Ah'tze no. She must have been in stasis. I take the scanner and gently pull her right forearm toward me. Slavers typically implant a tracking device just below the right wrist of their goods. It kills me to think of Sasha as merchandise, but it hurts even more to see her crying like this. I understand it, though. If my date is correct, then her family is long gone, and there's no one for her to return to. That's a crushing thought, and I don't know what to say because nothing will give her any comfort at this moment.

The scanner beeps, and her worst nightmare is confirmed. My throat is tight as I swallow. "You've been in stasis for a little over 357 years. They woke you up eight days ago."

"357 years," she whispers. "That's so long that I can't even wrap my head around it. My family is gone, aren't they? My grandma, my… my..." She closes her eyes, more tears rolling down her cheeks.

I don't want to harass her, but she looks like she needs a hug, so I pull her close and give my best to make soothing sounds, while she–righteously so–bawls her eyes out.

Neither of us talks for a long time before I clear my throat, "Let me show you where you can sleep, okay? You can stay here for as long as you need. Don't worry."

She whimpers lowly and slowly nods.

In hindsight, I would have preferred to spend those credits to go to Earth to avoid seeing Sasha broken like this. But every warrior knows that you can't change the past and that dwelling over it doesn't help either.

5

SASHA

It's been two weeks since Jarot saved me, and, at least, I don't start crying anymore when I think about my family. I'm still broken and miserable, but I've worked my way up to a point where it's somewhat of a comfort to know that all of them were already dead when the Great War had begun.

Jarot had spent the first few days bringing me up to speed in terms of modern technology. I'm now the proud owner of a fancy wristband just like his. This thing is called a communicator, and it's simply incredible. It's basically an advanced smartphone that can project texts and videos and whatever else you want to see right in front of your eyes.

After I was done crying about things in the past that I can't change and refusing to eat (which really worried the big guy), I started catching up on history. I read and read and read some more before I watched videos until my eyes began to burn.

It wasn't until yesterday, when I finally read up on the Tixiyax people, that I realized how incredibly thankful I was to Jarot for saving me. I mean, obviously, I was already very grateful. But now I know how exactly my life would have ended if it wasn't for him.

I was meant to be a sacrifice. My instincts were absolutely right. Those weird insect aliens would have raped me to death before doing some even more unspeakable things to my corpse. I still get sick to my stomach thinking about what I read. One of the articles had pictures, and I received no warning whatsoever before they popped up in front of my eyes.

I obviously still have a lot to learn, but now and then I feel a bit of my old optimism bubbling up. There's no point in going back to Earth (they're living under a dome now and have a weird caste system), although I'm not yet sure where I'm supposed to live and, even more importantly, how I'm going to make a living. Back on Earth, I was a literature major, and, so far, I haven't seen a single job offering asking for my specific skill set.

Jarot told me to look for job opportunities on Jittania Prime. They seem to have a human settlement that is modeled after Earth as I remember it. He's promised to take me there, but it will take a few more days to get to that specific planet.

My communicator beeps, letting me know that Jarot has finished making our dinner. I offered to cook, but he would hear none of it.

I get up from the sleeping pod (my bed) and leave my cabin. As usual, I am barefoot. Even though Jarot had printed some shoes for me (yes, that's possible now), the temperature aboard his ship is so nice that I prefer to walk barefoot.

He smiles at me as I enter the galley, "How is my little human today?"

My stomach does this weird flutter it always seems to do around the big Tedoleran (a race of fierce, strong warriors). The food processor chimes its little melody, and Jarot puts down a bowl of glohb in front of me. It sounds disgusting but is actually pretty tasty; it's basically a hearty noodle dish somewhere between Japanese ramen and your grandma's chicken noodle soup.

Every day, he asks me how I am doing just to follow up with the promise that I can stay however long I want.

"A little better than yesterday, I suppose."

"You can stay as long as you want, Sasha." He puts his hand on my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

I notice the same thing I noticed yesterday. Each day, his hand lingers a little longer than the day before, and today, once again, Jarot seems to struggle with letting go of me. As soon as he stops, I miss his touch. This, combined with the flutter in my belly, makes me think that I have a crush and that he might have one, too.

"I don't want to be a burden." Each day we play the same game.

He huffs, "You're not a burden. I enjoy your company. Do you want to play a round of loohn after we have our food?" His gorgeous blue eyes are gleaming.

Since I now know that he's been longing for company ever since his buddy retired, I feel like less of an intruder.

"You just want to play with me because I still haven't grasped how to properly play this game, which is why you win every single time. Maybe I should teach you how to play poker."

"What's that?" He sounds genuinely interested, sits down, and starts chowing down his noodles. I swear, this guy doesn't know how to eat slowly.

"A card game we used to play on Earth. Or maybe they still play it. I don't know, I would have to look that up. Anyway, there's a grown-up version of it where the loser of each round has to take a piece of clothing off."

Jarot's movements come to a halt, and he stays eerily still, the spoon halfway to his mouth. He blinks and swallows. "That doesn't sound like a good idea."

His eyes quickly roam over my body, and both of us realize that I'm only wearing two pieces of clothing. When he printed panties for me, I also tried to explain the concept of bras to him, and he understood. However, he kept missing fine but important details, so, after the fifth or sixth try, I gave up. The printed bras simply weren't wearable, and, since my boobs are not super big, I figured I could go without it, since we're the only ones on his ship, anyway.

"Don't you think it would be fun?" I'm aware that I'm teasing him, but the tension between us is starting to kill me.

"This is not my definition of fun. It sounds more like torture to me." Jarot empties his bowl and then busies himself with putting it away, deliberately turning his back to me.

My breath catches in my throat because I'm quite sure that I saw him sporting a massive tent.

I really like Jarot, and I wouldn't mind having sex with him at all. Show me one girl that doesn't like a sweet, caring hero that saves her and, as a bonus, is built like a stallion?

Also—and I haven't told him that—when I was reading up on space laws, the Interstellar Peace Confederation (IPC), and outlaw planets, I stumbled upon the section labeled "slaves."

Imagine my surprise when I re-read the whole thing four times just to be sure I fully understood what I was reading. Technically, according to the law, I'm his slave. I was a slave, and he… um… acquired me from my previous owners, which means I now belong to him. That, of course, grants him a bunch of rights. He could basically rape me, hurt me, or cut any of my limbs off, and suffer no repercussions, since, in the eyes of the law, I am merely a piece of property.

He hasn't mentioned any of this. I can see the longing in his eyes, and I notice how desperate he is to touch me; however, he's obviously decided not to force himself on me. He even went a step further, fully pretending that I'm free, offering me to start a new life wherever I wanted and telling me that he would help me set everything up.

So, I decide to test the waters a bit and see where things are going.

"I think I may have found a job opportunity on Jittania Prime."

"Really? That's good." He doesn't sound too convincing.

"Yeah. I can pull it up for you to take a look. You're probably better than me in seeing the possible traps and threats."

"That's true," he shrugs, "You can just send it to my comm device."

Ah, I see. He doesn't want to turn around in case I spot his erection. Well, too bad—I already did.

I tap the display of my communicator wristband, pull up the ad, and swipe it into his direction with my finger, allowing him to see what I see.

The text flashes green before his eyes, and I notice how tense he gets while reading the ad.

He whirls around, a muscle twitching on his cheek. "No."

"What?" I bat my lashes at him, pretending to be oh-so innocent. "It's not like I have other skills at the moment. There's still so much for me to learn."

"This is hardly a skill." His teeth are grinding while he paces the room. "Not acceptable."

"Well, I have to do something to earn money."

"Credits," he corrects me without even thinking about it.

"My point exactly. I have a long way to go and can't rely on you for everything."

"You're not doing that." He comes closer, putting both hands on the table and leaning in until his face is inches away from mine. His eyes are glowing, which means he's agitated. Like I couldn't already tell. "You're not going to work as a breeder for some other male. No. I'm not going to allow it."

"Well, what am I supposed to do then? Unless you can show me a place where I can find the space version of a sugar daddy, selling my body one way or another is my only option."

He cocks his head like he often does when he tries to make sense of the words his translation device is offering him. "Why would you want a father bringing you sweets?"

I giggle, "A sugar daddy is a rich older male who gives you credits and gifts in exchange for sex."

Jarot frowns, "I'm quite sure we don't have those in space."

"I'm quite sure you're lying, and you're bad at it, to be honest."

He narrows his gorgeous eyes. "We won't discuss this any further. I don't care if it takes five thousand years for you to learn the necessary skills. You will not work as a breeder."

I decide that all bets are off. "Well, you can't stop me, right? I mean, it's not like I belong to you. And I need to start earning credits."

He's about to lose it, I can tell, when he suddenly grins at me. My stomach shrinks. Why is he smiling like this? All of a sudden, he seems very content and relaxed.

Standing up, he looks at me and snaps his fingers. "Follow me."

My heart is beating fast in my chest as I follow him through the narrow corridor that leads to his sleeping chamber. I've been there before because that's where the clothes' printer is located, but this feels different.

Jarot holds the door for me, the smug grin still on his face, and motions for me to enter the room. He follows me before opening a small storage compartment. Using his right thumbprint, he unlocks a metal box and takes out a few credits. He has shown me different credit types already, so I know that it's quite a hefty sum he's holding in his hand.

"Come here." He bends his index finger.

My legs barely support my weight as I walk toward him.

"Were you serious about working and earning credits, Sasha?"

I love how he says my name. He needed a few tries to get the pronunciation correct, but now it sounds like he's caressing my name with his tongue—so soft and careful.

"Of course. I need to support myself."

"Not while you're with the one who breeds you. He's responsible for proper nourishment and accommodations while you're heavy with his offspring. The credits are for after the birth of the young ones."

"Oh, okay. I guess it makes sense to stay with the father until the children are born."

"If he wants more than one child, you'd have to stay longer—depending on the contract."

I nod slowly. "Depending on the contract, of course."

Jarot moves surprisingly quickly for someone his size. He grips my wrist and pulls me toward him, placing the credits in my open palm. "That is enough credits for five or six children."

Since I didn't see that turn of events coming, I don't know what to say. "O-o-okay," I stutter, my knees getting weaker with every breath.

"You know what that means, right?" He leans in, his eyes studying mine.

"Not really, no."

"That means, my precious little human, that I just acquired myself a fine breeder. You're mine now."

My heart beats so fast that it could break out of my chest. "Yours?"

"Yes. You have the credits, and we're in my sleeping chamber. Why don't you take off your clothes, so I can check what I've bought? You know, I need to make sure you're suitable for breeding."

My face is burning red. Why did I think I would be able to take on a cunning warrior? He obviously bested me on this one. I lick my lips. "Right now?"

"Yes. This very second. Don't make me help you. If I get impatient, I have the right to punish you, since you're obviously not carrying yet."

"But you wouldn't punish me, would you?" I pout, pleading with my eyes.

"Don't underestimate me, female. There's a lot that can be seen as punishment. I could fuck you many times but never let you have an orgasm."

I stare at him blankly because that sounds terrible. Maybe I should just do what he wants and see where this leads us.

Jarot nods in my direction, "You have my credits, so what are you waiting for?"

"Right." I take a look around but don't know where to put the credits.

My big, red savior raises his right eyebrow, indicating that I'm taking too long.

So, I simply kneel down and put them on the floor before taking my shirt off and neatly folding it. I make sure it covers the credits and get up again, making a show of shimmying out of the panties. This isn't the first time that Jarot sees me naked, as I was held in that cage without any clothes on my body. But now his eyes roam freely, and he takes in the sight, looking pleased.

"Hold still," he demands, approaching me. He's breathing heavily as he leans toward me and sniffs my neck. "Amazing."

His big hand cups my left breast, and he begins to rub my nipple with his thumb. The tiny nub hardens, drawing a chuckle from Jarot. Dipping his head further, he licks the hardened tip until I gasp. His fingers are kneading my flesh, and I have a hard time focusing. Did he want something else from me besides seeing me naked?

His tongue draws a hot line from my tits to my neck and higher, up to my ear. "You're mine now, aren't you, Sasha?"

"I am." Why do I suddenly have such a hard time swallowing?

"Will you say no to me if I ask to kiss you?"

Shaking my head, I stare into his mesmerizing eyes. "You can kiss me."

"Will you say no to me if I say that I want to feel this tight cunt around my cock?" Without any warning or prior indication, he shoves his hand between my thighs. I part them for him.

"You can fuck me."

"What if I want to taste you first?"

My head is spinning, and I can feel the blush in my cheeks. "You can do whatever you want, Jarot."

"Say my name again." He rubs his fingers along the seam of my folds.

"Jarot."

He parts my pussy lips and pushes one finger in. "Again."

"Jarot, please…" I sound more breathless with every moment and whimper when he answers my pleas. His thick finger glides deeper, and it feels amazing, better than any human finger I've ever felt—not that I have a lot of experience to begin with. But it doesn't matter. This, right here and now, is simply better.

"You feel amazing." He grins at me and finally puts his mouth on mine. His kiss is hungry and all-consuming. I can't even catch my breath before his tongue enters my mouth. My pussy clamps down on his finger, and I can't help but moan against his lips.

"You're so tight and wet." Jarot nibbles at my throat. "It will be easy to shove my big fat cock into your tiny opening and fill you with my seed since you're already so eager."

"Yes." The picture he's painting makes me burn on the inside. It sounds very erotic.

"I'm going to breed you." He doesn't stop touching me, his thumb brushing over my clit as he fucks me lazily with his finger, using his other hand to rub my breast, grab my hip, and squeeze my butt. "So fuckable and delicious. You're mine, Sasha."

I close my eyes as he increases the pressure on my clit. "Yours."

Jarot takes a step back, letting go of me, withdrawing his finger from my pussy. "Go lie on the sleeping pod and ask nicely for me to breed you."

I'm officially going to die of embarrassment before tonight is over. Or, at least, that's what I think while I eagerly hurry to the bed to do as he asked. My heart is pounding, and my pulse is fluttering like a tiny bird on ecstasy.

Before I have a chance to worry about the possible humiliation, I spread my legs for him and smile seductively. I know how wet I am and that he can see it; it's very hard to ignore how tight his pants have gotten over the last few minutes. "Would you please fuck me, Jarot?"

"And?"

He really wants to hear me say it. I swallow nervously. "Would you please fuck me and fill me with your seed?" I bat my eyelashes to sweeten the deal.

Instead of coming toward the bed, Jarot snarls at me, "Say. It."

I know my lower lip quivers, and I can feel everything in my abdomen tighten with need. "Breed me, Jarot."

"Better." He starts taking off his clothes, and I can't help but stare. Of course, I already knew how tall and muscular he is, yet the rippling of his muscles fascinates me every time he takes off his shirt. This time, though, he doesn't stop there. He unzips his pants, and, as they drop to the floor, his thick, long, veiny cock springs free. I start shaking, "Are those ridges?"

"Yes. I take it human men don't have those?"

"No."

"Too bad you already took the credits and can't back out anymore, my sweet female." He stalks closer, eyeing me like a tiger gazing at a bloody piece of meat. "You gave me permission to do whatever I wanted, didn't you?"

I trust him completely, and yet, I barely bring myself to say, "I did."

"Good." That's the only thing this big, hunky alien says before he graciously sinks to his knees and puts his mouth on my pussy. I try to tell myself that it's simply my body reacting by instinct as I spread my legs further.

He goes straight for the kill, circling my clit with the perfect pressure. I can hear myself moan when he starts sucking. This is so good, almost too good.

"You're going to cum for me, Sasha, so that your cunt's nice and wet for my cock. And, when I fill you with my seed, you will cum again."

That's the most perfect threat I've ever heard.

Jarot doesn't care about my answer and dives right back in, licking the tiny bundle of nerves with short, fluttering movements.

I moan his name as he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard. "So good," I whimper, "Don't stop! Please, don't stop, please…"

He doesn't stop, not until I shatter into a million little pieces, losing myself in pleasure.

When I finally remember my name again, I notice that Jarot is standing at the foot of the bed, watching me with intent. He pushes a button on his wristband that he's still wearing, and I shriek because the bed moves up.

The alien simply laughs, grabs my hips, and pulls me toward him. It's the perfect height for him to take me this way, towering over me like a big, red mountain.

"Please, Jarot, make me yours."

He growls, "You're already mine."

His fingers dig deeper into my hips as he pulls me closer, sliding his dick into my tight channel. I gasp because I enjoy every single ridge on his cock. It's unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Ah'tze." The twitch on his cheek is back. "Your cunt is even tighter than I imagined. You're going to milk that cum right from my balls, female."

I shiver since his dirty talk is really doing it for me. Jarot starts fucking me with deep strokes, grunting and clenching his teeth.

"This feels so good," I whisper.

His movements become faster, and I suspect this first time will be quick. It's a powerful feeling to know that I'm responsible for a fierce warrior to lose control.

"Don't stop, Jarot," I moan to turn him on even more, "Fill me with your seed. Breed me, please." My blush deepens because it isn't like me to say things like this, but I mean every single word. "Breed me."

Jarot starts pounding me with the sheer intention of finding release, and the thought drives me to the brink of the next orgasm.

"I… I think I'm going to cum again."

My alien fucks me harder and deeper with almost vicious strokes until I see stars before my eyes. My toes curl, and I reach an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Mine," my big red savior snarls, as his cock twitches in me, buried to the hilt in my tight channel, pumping his sperm into me.

"Yours." I find his hand with mine, intertwining our fingers. "And yours only."

6

JAROT

Later.

"Let me, Dad, let me." James squirms in my lap, desperately trying to reach the button that will initiate the landing sequence.

"It's Zenia's turn." I ruffle his hair and try to ignore his frowning. To this day, I'm still baffled by how he can look so much like both his mother and me at once. He's not deep red like me, but he also doesn't have Sasha's rosy skin. I couldn't refuse her when she asked if we could name the first two babies after her parents since she never got to say goodbye to her family.

Zenia huffs, sitting on the floor of the bridge, playing with the "ragged" doll her mother made for her. Apparently, it's a toy she used to have when she was a child. I think it looks like something you would use to clean oily machine parts. Zenia loves it, though. "It's just pushing a button. It's boooooooring."

I already learned with the first child that you don't fight a four-year-old, so I simply shrug. "If it's too boring for your sister, you can do it."

James's blue eyes gleam with joy as he pushes the button. "Yay!"

Zenia looks up as she hears steps nearing the command station. Her mother appears in the doorway, and my chest fills with pride because her belly is round with my child. Again. I never thought that I would be so lucky to have such a big family with so much love to give.

"Have you seen Martha? I think she's hiding in the cargo bay again."

"I can go take a look. Is Cattet with you?"

Sasha becomes pale. "I thought he was here with you."

Zenia giggles since she probably knows exactly the kind of chaos her twin brother is trying to cause this time.

I was in a full-blown panic when we found out that Sasha was carrying two children at the same time. I knew about clones, but I wasn't aware of what "twins" were since they're not common in my race. She wasn't surprised, though, since there were many twins in her family.

"I'm going to find him. And Martha."

As I get up, I put James down and pet Zenia's head. The twins are just as red as me but with their mother's light hair, which makes them really pretty. I already suspect that Zenia will cause me to break a lot of males' legs for lusting after her, and only the heavens know what kind of trouble Cattet will get in.

"Maybe we should stop after this one," my lovely human whispers as I pass her.

With a laugh, I slap her ass. "Never. You still owe me, female."

THE END

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