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  Copyright© 2012 Angela Castle

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-165-7

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  COSMIC BOUNTY

  The Quads of Galafrax

  Angela Castle

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Distracted by his thoughts, Lord Gol X’Hani of Galafrax bumped into one of the many aliens wandering around the Highbrin Interspecies Trading Market. As the Gerrob swiveled around to glare at him, his anger quickly morphed into fear upon realizing who it was he would have insulted.

  “Oh, forgiveness,” the Gerrob muttered, fear flashing in his yellow eyes.

  Gol watched the creature scurry away.

  Hul shoved at Gol’s shoulder, amusement gleaming in his bright golden eyes. “Making friends again, brother?”

  Other aliens wisely gave them a wide berth, for it was well known the males of the Demos species of Galafrax were renowned as formidable soldiers. With deep red, hardened skin and powerfully built bodies, they stood tall and proud.

  Strapped to the waist of their darker red and black uniforms were their battle lasers and a few hidden blades. All Demos soldiers were trained in blade combat, because if technology failed them, a blade never did.

  The side trip to the market was as much in need as training and fighting, but came with a side effect. Demos men craved and needed sexual release, as much as they craved the battle; the aftermath left them needy and wanting.

  It was becoming an increasing problem. Demos females could birth up to four sets of male quads in their mated lives. Large families were becoming rarer. And sadly, when a female was born, it was a singular event and becoming less frequent in the passing centuries.

  With so many Demos quads compared to females, there was increasing infighting among the quads and the pod housing, as well as an underground market in kidnapped females.

  As usual, the sex droid traders would make a hefty profit with a squadron of Demos soldiers on the station. Many quad brothers headed straight for the pleasure-droid stalls the moment they docked, eager to sate their lust before returning to the solitude of their quad pods.

  Since the invention of sex droids, they helped ease much of the fighting and tension created by having fewer females to meet their needs. There was now a pleasure droid in nearly every Demos home pod on Galafrax.

  Right now, he needed to stay in command of his body and his troops. He could not let his body’s desires control him. He was the commander of his squadron, gods damn it!

  Gol’s gaze flicked over the merchandise in the traders' stalls. Each stall was attached to a large, oval shuttle hatch. The smaller shuttles would simply dock, open their hatches and arrange their merchandise for sale.

  A small crowd gathered around one seller’s stall. Gol could hear elevated yelling, which drew his and Hul’s attention.

  “Trouble? Do you think?” Hul, his brother, shoved forward, trying to see what the commotion was about.

  Gol pushed his way through the crowd, stopping at the edge of the semi-circle to see a Piclar Water Fish and a Kalen Feline in a heated argument. Between them, they tugged a small, pale creature. Long, dark brown hair fell about its shoulders and down its back.

  It was clear the creature was female. Gol stared, stunned at her beauty. His gaze skimmed down her body, clearly visible through the sheer, golden material draped over her. Rounded full globes jiggled and moved with each tug jostling her body. Gol knew if he touched them they would be soft. His fingers itched to do just that, touch her.

  Demos females were much like their male counterparts, only leaner and slightly shorter. Gol couldn’t pull his gaze away from her rounded, dangerous curves.

  Sucking in a sharp breath, his body reacted. His rod thickened against the fastening of his pants. It began to throb with an aching need. He knew the natural lubricants would already be coating his length, ready to penetrate the female. Beside him, he could smell the deep arousal of his brother, who was clearly affected by the sight of the lush female also. Their bodies and minds were already in agreement. They wanted her. Gol glanced at Hul with understanding. They would have her.

  Gol could see the dark triangle of hair between her legs. The visual similarities between their species were apparent. Gol would bet good credits she’d be compatible with him sexually.

  The gold bands around the alluring creature’s neck indicated her for sale status. Although there were no slave markets on the trader’s station, it did not mean they didn’t occur from time to time.

  As long as the alien for sale was not a part of the Galactic Alliance, slaves could be bought and sold freely. As Gol had never seen this kind of species before, he knew she fell outside of Hellious jurisdiction.

  What caught Gol’s attention was the annoyed way she rolled her large and captivating, clear, green eyes, as the aliens kept tugging her between them. The bright sparkle of intelligence was obvious. The bands around her wrists kept her from moving or fighting back, and there was a vocal inhibitor pressed against her throat.

  Why did they silence her?

  “You cannot overtake my bid for the female after my offer was accepted,” snarled the Kalen. “What use does a creature like this have for a Piclar?” The Kalen yanked hard on the captive’s upper arm. He saw her wince in pain before she stumbled, collapsing heavily onto dirty floor of the market.

  Anger rolled through Gol quicker than a firestorm. He took action before he lost the delectable prize before him. Striding forward, he shoved the bickering aliens out of the way and scooped up the female.

  Her eyes widened in panic. She struggled in his arms.

  “Easy, little one, I’m here to help you,” he whispered near her ear.

  Clear skepticism flashed in her gaze, as she stared at him, but she stilled her struggles, sagging against him.

  Gol turned his attention to the stall vendor.

  “Seller,” he snapped at the Jorval. His stout body hurried forward, his ears reaching high above his head and twitching with nerves, signaling his distress. Jorvals were known for being the galaxy scavengers. Many of the stalls at the market were run by them.

  “I am Norp, owner of the female pet,” the Jorval said, giving him a quick bow of respect.

  Gol unhooked his credit bag and threw the whole thing towards the scum. He caught it with obvious glee in his slit, dark eyes. “Three thousand credits. The female is mine, unless anyone wishes to dispute my purchase?” He rounded a glare at those who watched on. Hul stepped in also, standing by Gol’s side, his hand lying lightly on the hilt of his weapon.

  “The female is sold, no more offers!” Norp declared loud enough for the gathering to hear.

  The Kalen feline looked thoroughly irritated at Gol’s interference, but seemed to know better than to anger a Demos soldier. He hissed at the spectators. They parted to let him through. The Piclar simply slunk off through the crowd.

  The female stared up at him, her eyes wide, weariness and fear mixed in her clear green depths. She nibbled on her lower lip, and her small body trembled in his arms. He liked the soft silky feel of her against him. He wished not to be wearing his battle uniform, to reap the ful
l effects of her, as he held her tighter against his chest.

  “Do not fear us, you are safe now,” he attempted to reassure her.

  Gol breathed in her scent; he’d never scented anything so fresh and sweet in all his days. His arms tightened around the small, trembling female.

  “Disperse, there is nothing more to see here,” barked Hul to those who still watched. The crowd was quick to go back to its business, though a few still cast them lingering glances.

  Gol turned back to the seller, unwilling to put down the female in his arms. Her small body was soft, yet so very warm.

  “I want her bonds undone.”

  “My lord, perhaps I should warn you…”

  “Did you not hear his order, seller?” snapped Hul.

  Gol set her on her feet with one arm around her small waist, as the seller hurried and with trembling hands complied.

  “Be it upon your head, my lord, but let it not be said I did not warn you. The female is dangerous.”

  “Dangerous?” He swept his gaze down the female again. The only thing dangerous he could see was the ability to make him ache. In the past, he lusted after a female, but never one who affected him like this, her every little movement, every little, soft whimper, or daring glare. It drove him almost beyond reason, wanting to throw her down, right here and now, take her, claim her.

  With her wrists free, she immediately rubbed them.

  He placed a finger under her chin, tilting it up to remove the voice inhibitor from her throat. He tossed it at the Jorval, who caught it, before tucking it into his pocket.

  “Are you dangerous, little pet?”

  “Only to those who piss me off,” she said, her voice soft and husky.

  It washed over his body, sending more blood into his rod, making it throb almost to the point of pain. A pain he welcomed, as he mentally battled to stay in control of his body. I am a soldier, I will not lose control. Gol clenched his fists, holding himself rigid, repeating his words over and over in his mind.

  She rounded an angry glare in the seller’s direction.

  The seller's slit eyes widened, and he retreated into his stall. Gol let out a burst of laughter. The woman jumped back, surprise registering on her expressive face. Gol let go of her, and she stumbled back several paces and tripped. Hul moved in quickly, catching her before she reached the ground.

  “Ahh, thank you.” She glanced up at him.

  Hul’s smile widened. “You are welcome, little pet.”

  Her pretty, delicate, eyes brows knitted together in a frown. She shrugged out of Hul’s arms.

  Gol could see Hul was just as reluctant to let her go, but did so. They both watched as she wobbled on her feet a little, before steadying herself. She straightened, glancing between them.

  “Um, would you excuse me a moment?” she asked, though her tone suggested she cared little if they did.

  The brothers nodded. The little female stalked after the seller, disappearing into the shuttle. Gol and Hul glanced curiously at each other. Not worried she was trying to escape, as there was no way out of the shuttle pod, except the way she went in. “I’ve never seen the likes of such a female. She is so similar to ours if not for how pale, soft and small she is,” Hul noted. “I want to test to see if she is compatible, then we can…”

  A loud crash and a cry of pain made the brothers jump into action. Gol shoved his way into the shuttle first. He stopped in his tracks to see the female standing over the seller, who groaned with blood trickling down his face. The little female held a piece of pipe in her trembling hand.

  “Next time, you’ll think twice about abducting a human, you alien son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed and kicked the Jorval with her unclothed, delicate foot. The Jorval seller squealed in pain; she kicked him right in his sex organ. Even Gol could not help but wince.

  “I think we may have bought a fire viper.” Hul chuckled with amusement, peering over Gol’s shoulder, watching from behind.

  With a heavy sigh, she tossed the pipe to the side, and Gol relaxed his stance. At least she had not planned to attack him with it. He did not want to harm his new little pet if he had to disarm her. She rummaged around the junk the seller had piled up, before pulling out a square bag, which looked to be covered in a dark, red, synthetic material. The color was almost the same shade as Demos skin. She placed it down on a nearby bench and opened it.

  They watched in fascination as she pulled out garments, before ripping off the sheer material she had been dressed in. The sight of her completely naked threatened what little control Gol had maintained over his body. He was barely able to contain his groan of pure want. Hul was not as subtle; she turned her bright green eyes on them at his brother’s lustful growl.

  “Don’t even think about it,” she snapped, covering her pale, soft skin with fabric. Tight cloth now covered her legs and lower half, while a top covered her full breasts.

  How was Gol not to think about it? She was a beauty, with such soft pale skin, her every lush curve begging to be touched, licked and explored, until she writhed under his touch and begged them to sink their hard rods into her. There was no way to control such thoughts.

  Everything and everyone else be dammed to the ice. Control! He had to maintain control for her sake and for his. They still had no idea about this female, her species or even if she was able to take them as lovers. But the mere thought of it had him achingly hard.

  “Are you two big guys twins?” she asked, slipping on thin looking foot coverings, her gaze wary while she studied them with half an eye.

  “We are two of four,” Hul answered.

  “Two of four what?” She met Gol’s gaze, her wary expression still in place.

  “Quad brothers.”

  “Quads, okay. Well,” she said, handing her case over to Hul, who took it. “My name is Katrina or Kat for short. I am a human from Earth, and just what the heck are you two giants?”

  “I am Gol, this is my Quad brother Hul. We are Demos from Galafrax.”

  “Demons? Gee, and I used to think aliens were just fanciful tales. Sorry, I’m not usually a violent person, but I was kidnapped by this asshole here. He didn’t even bother to feed me.” She side kicked the seller once again.

  “It is understandable.” Gol softened his tone, not wanting to frighten her.

  She gave them a hopeful expression. “So, by any chance are you going to take me back to my planet?”

  The brothers exchanged glances; they both knew they had no wish to let her go. They had other plans.

  “We paid good credit for you, little pet, I have no wish to…”

  She waved her small hand dismissively at them. It was clear she was not afraid anymore. “Fine, fine, I get it. I’m really stuck here with you, aren’t I?”

  “Take comfort, you are safe with us.” Gol wanted to assure her. He wanted to make her feel safe and treasured, as much as he wanted to bury his aching rod deeply into her and ride her hard until she screamed in pleasure. But, he still did not know if she was capable of taking a Demos male.

  She sighed and swayed dangerously on her feet. “Sorry, big, red guys, I’ve almost been starved to death by an alien dickhead. You’ll have to wake me up later.” Katrina paled further.

  He watched her eyelids flutter closed and her body sink towards the ground. Gol was quick to dart forward, scooping her into his arms as she collapsed.

  “I have half a mind to kill the Jorval for his mistreatment,” growled Hul, hovering over Gol’s shoulder, studying the now unconscious female. Hul’s concern for her was evident.

  “Let us get her back to the ship; we shall feed her and run tests. I want to know everything about our new, little pet.”

  Hul nodded in agreement. Without wasting another moment, they carried their purchase back towards the main docking bays.

  Chapter Two

  The nightmare had somehow turned into a scrumptious erotic dream. Gone were the strange creatures, replaced by glorious, muscle-bound hunks, whose red skin you wan
ted to lick, just to see if it was candy apple flavored.

  A deep voice penetrated her senses, sending delightful little shivers over her spine, along with something warm, stroking her skin in a slow, caressing motion.

  “She was severely dehydrated and malnourished, no doubt from the Jorval’s neglect, but she will be fine.” The formal, serious voice brought her to awareness. She was lying on something soft.

  Oh, what were their names again, Gol and Hul? Yes. How could she forget the huge seven-foot tall, blood-red skinned aliens, with black hair and eyes the color of molten gold? Hmm, a ruby, wet dream if there ever was one.

  She remembered the sleeveless uniforms they wore, which displayed a host of muscles, telling her of their immense strength. And here she was, little Katrina Greendale, at their mercy. Right now she should be absolutely terrified of what they were going to do with her, to her. But the look in Gol’s eyes somehow drained all her fear, making her want to trust him, despite it all.

  Okay, so she was utterly insane. Abducted by aliens, then trusting the next ones who paid for her, no less. Yes, her senses were sharp at the moment.

  “And the other tests?” It was Gol’s voice filtering through her mind.

  “All scans are positive. Physically, she differs very little from our own females, except for her overly large, chest mounds.”

  "I find her mounds very appealing. I like the way they feel in my hands."

  Obviously, he'd had a good grope of her breasts while she'd been out for the count. For some reason, she was not repulsed by the thought.

  The other alien sounded the same as Gol, but she could hear a slight difference. Still, it was an odd conversation to be waking up to. Kat kept her lids closed, wanting to hear all she could before facing reality and opening her eyes.

  “We can mount her?”

  Kat felt her stomach clench at his word ‘mount’. It was clear they wanted to have sex with her. Her sex clenched at the mere thought of it. Damn it, why did her sex-starved body have to rejoice at the idea? Even if, mentally, it frightened her, well a little.