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  Finished crunching the last nut in my bowl, Snack hops up on my shoulder and stretches, turns in a tight circle before settling in her favorite spot in the crook of my neck. She begins that lovely, rich purr. Just the music I need to sort through the jumble of indecision that clouds my judgment. Not that I had figured it all out, but after the time I spent with Xuel, going back to Earth is the last thing I want.

  Xuel told me earlier that we are close to the ship that will pick up Mont’clure. I’ll breathe easier knowing he’ll be receiving the medical care he needs. After Mont’clure is safely aboard, we begin our journey to Unios Galaxy.

  I wiggle my body around where I’m seated on the spongy floor. Despite the give in the funky substrate, I wish I’d brought a cushion to sit on.

  Leaned against the curve of the clear window, I have an unobstructed view of the galaxy. Every time I look down, my body goes all loose with dread the way it always does if I’m high up off the ground. Yeah. No ground here, only tons of planets and stars.

  Every second that passes wars with my ability to make a decision. I’m totally wishy-washy about my resolve. I want to keep my males safe. Is my leaving the only way to do that? I could simply live my life on the ship until Xuel finds us a new planet to inhabit. I mean, there’s no reason for me to go traipsing on another planet. Besides, after last time, I’m not in a real hurry to stroll through a marketplace.

  Neyteria cracks open her eyes at my groan. My head rolls away from the window, my new hairbands clink against the glass. Xuel had them delivered by the leelia who immediately styled my hair and put them their proper places with Xuel first, then Nulis, and Natu.

  Do I dare stay? If I don’t ask to go back soon, I’ll be headed in the opposite direction of home and toward a new planet my males intend to claim.

  I lay a hand over my tight abdomen. I contribute the subtle discomfort to the marathon sex Xuel and I had and dutifully ignore any repercussions of unprotected sex.

  My body flinches with the violent shudder of the ship. Neyteria whines and Snack snuggles in tighter.

  I gasp and push back away from the window as a huge spacecraft swoops up from underneath us and zooms past. Did it hit us? Was that what all the quaking was all about?

  The ship speeds out in front and I relax thinking it’s going to zoom off into the expanse of space. Nothing more than a near collision in the vastness of the galaxy. Highly unlikely given the lack of traffic, but the idea makes me feel better.

  The hulking spacecraft makes a hard loop to face us and I get a better look at the miscreated conveyance. I could never forget that hodge-podge construction, I know what alien species is doing the driving. This is no accidental near miss, but a show of force from the same type monster that grabbed me from the market on Letrutose.

  Xuel and Natu had killed everyone aboard and destroyed their ship. Now their brethren are here to exact revenge.

  On each chunky wing, pinpoints of blue light glow so bright they pierce the inky black between the stars. Aimed directly for us, I’m frozen in fear and pray Xuel has some kind of force field to deflect the frontal assault.

  I jump at the shrill alarm that sounds out. Xuel’s commanding voice follows with an announcement for all aboard to access crash seats from the green panels and strap themselves in for impact.

  I don’t waste a second doing what I’m told. At least, I try to do as Xuel commanded. Standing, I turn in a tight circle, looking all around the corridor, but there’s no green panels… Anywhere! Everywhere I look is a sea of white.

  Maybe the panels are inside the rooms.

  As I start to run for the closest room —there’s no time— the lights from the monster’s ship pulse and flash red before firing on us. I grab onto Neyteria who’s sidled up next to me, and Snack who I cover with a protective hand.

  As if in slow motion, the red lights smolder and spark, traveling in a perfect line. Deadly beautiful, they vanish from my sight and I close my eyes. This could be the end. My only regret is I’m not with my males to breathe my last breath before we’re all blown to pieces.

  We take a hard hit and I’m thrown back against the solid wall of the corridor. I keep ahold of Snack who squeaks. Neyteria was thrown farther down and I scramble after her.

  Clutching tightly to my two furry companions, we huddle together, happy to still be alive, but too afraid to do anything else except tremble.

  We’re not out of the woods yet.

  The ship’s engines are revving up and I know what’s coming next. With no seat to strap into, we are in for a wild ride. Before we jump into hyper-speed, a blinding light flashes. Was that Xuel striking back?

  Any contemplation to a counterattack takes back seat to our ship’s sudden departure. Quick as a flash, we’re hurtled through space, leaving the Wetokian ship in the dust.

  There’s no time to celebrate our quick getaway as me and my two fur buddies are pressed back hard and flat against the corridor wall. The panoramic window before us becomes filled with streaks of light emanating from a centralized point. The vortex of thin, bright lines has to be stars zooming by at immeasurable speeds.

  Just as fast as our high-speed take off, we stop just as quickly. The sudden halt slings us forward and like bugs on a windshield, we go splat on to the glass wall.

  With a strangled curse, I peel my cheek from the glass. The scene outside has greatly changed. No longer are we moving through the dark blues and greens of the galaxy we were just in, now we’ve emerged into a spectacular display of lemon yellows and pale oranges.

  Snack is shaking so hard; she’s vibrating in her place in the crook on my neck. A spot of warmth hits my shoulder and trails down my back…And, I think she just peed on me.

  “That’s alright, Snack. I think I peed a little too. Are you girls okay?” I ask running my hands over their bodies to check for injury. They both seem fine, just shaken up a bit.

  All three of us jump out of our skins as Natu lunges out of the elevator and rushes toward us. He drops to his haunches and examines my cheek that took the brunt of the impact on the glass wall.

  “My ass is probably bruised too, if you’re interested in taking a look,” I jest.

  Natu doesn’t look to be in a joking mood. No. He wears the face of a concerned male. All business and very Xuel-ish.

  "Why did you not heed the announcement, Avay?” Natu slashes his hand, indicating the corridor wall. “You should have strapped yourself into a seat before we made the hyper-jump.”

  For the first time, I notice the family resemblance between the two brothers. With Natu’s normally open and friendly demeanor giving way to this commanding side, the deep etch trenching his brow is identical to Xuel’s everyday guise.

  I cease making light of the situation and answer in all seriousness. “I couldn't find the panel to release the seat. I didn’t have time to reach one of the rooms.”

  “Avay, they are right here,” Natu explains as if to a child. That sort of condescending tone was another huge reason why I left home as soon as my eighteenth birthday rolled around.

  Natu touches a barely-there panel outlined in a groove thinner than a hair, and out pops the emergency seat.

  Rubbed the wrong way, I explode up from the floor and march over to where he’s got one hand on a hip and an attitude that needs adjustment.

  “Xuel said the panel is blue!” I yell at his incredulous face. “There are no fucking blue panels in this corridor. There is only white. I couldn’t have found that thin-assed shit with a magnifying glass, so you can drop the superior attitude, I’m not stupid.”

  Natu flinches. His anger draining to something more recognizable.

  “I never said you were stupid.” Natu steps up to me, placing gentle hands on my shoulders. I cross my arms in defiance and look away. “Truly? You don’t see any color other than white?”

  My eyes swing up to meet his. I find nothing but concern laced with curiosity.

  “No. Only white, Natu. That’s all I see.”


  Natu scans the wall in front of him and then turns to scan behind himself.

  “All of the panels are either outlined or fully colored depending on their functions.” Natu shakes his head and bends to take a closer look into my eyes. “It never occurred to me that your visible spectrum would be different from ours.”

  “I shall have the leelia mark the emergency seats in a color you can detect,” Natu explains. “The Wetokian are displeased that we destroyed one of their ships. They will continue to trail us until they exact revenge.” Natu scoops me up in his arms. “Mont’clure’s people are close by. Once he is delivered to them, we must leave the area posthaste. For now, let us have Viela take a look at your injury.”

  Natu carries me down the corridor and into the elevator. I’m not about to tell him that I can walk just fine on my own. After what I just went through, a little indulgence is just what I need.

  Chapter 12

  Mont’clure is the first to pull away from the hug. His cheeks tinted pink from all of my fussing and attention.

  “I volunteered and failed to keep you safe,” Mont’clure says in his strange language. “I am the one to apologize to you. And no more fretting over my wound. My people have what I need to heal.”

  My reply is a watery smile. I have no clue what he just said, but his facial expression is all about humility and reassurance.

  The gurney he lies on is rolled away by another male with the same attributes as Mont’clure, long, silvery hair like Christmas tinsel, athletic build covered in Color skin, and tentacles divided into two groups to form legs.

  I take a step out of the way as he’s loaded onto the waiting shuttle of his people. The Aquardors. That’s what Natu said his kind were called.

  I sag in relief as the shuttle’s door solidifies knowing Mont’clure is safe inside and on his way to getting proper medical treatment.

  Nulis takes a hold of my arm and gently steers me out of the shuttle bay so they can take off and return to their own ship. I wonder if I’ll ever see Mont’clure again. Perhaps he will rejoin with Xuel’s crew after he’s healed.

  I go to stand with all three of my males feeling whole for the first time in my life. The co-mingling of their three distinct musk’s is a blanket of safety and comfort.

  Once everyone is clear of the bay, the warning lights begin to flash and the door to the outside dissolves presenting us with a scenic view of solar systems and the spacecraft Mont’clure will ultimately be transported to off in the distance.

  Mont’clure’s shuttle powers up. We all watch from our places behind some kind of clear blasting shield as the shuttle lifts to hover a few inches above the floor. Similar in looks to the one I’ve traveled in, the back end begins to glow an eerie blue. In a brilliant burst of light, the shuttle rockets out of the bay. In the blink of an eye, it’s gone as if it were never there.

  Way off in the black velvet backdrop of space, a tiny pinpoint of blue light heads in the direction of the angular spacecraft of the Aquardors. A square of light flashes swallowing up the blue light.

  My males are strangely quiet. I turn to face them and Xuel drops his eyes to the floor. Nulis glances at me then concentrates on shuffling his feet. Natu shoves his hands inside the pockets of his billowing pants looking very much like a child that’s done something he shouldn’t.

  A sinking feeling in my gut tells me something is off. “What’s going on guys?”

  Nulis is the first to make eye contact. I study his hard face for anything that could clue me in to what they are obviously keeping from me.

  I glean nothing from his tight expression.

  Having gained all of his weight back, he is looking well. Although, I know Nulis is too stubborn to admit it, he’s moving a little slower than normal. I think he’s still recovering from all the blood loss.

  “Come, shoulsis.” Xuel crooks his fingers and turns his back expecting me to follow as he heads off down the corridor.

  I don’t know what to think about their odd behavior. My only guess is they have come to some sort of decision about whether I’ll be staying with them or going home. I mean, I did ask Natu to present my request to be returned to Earth. As much as I feel my males would be safer without me, I long to remain with them even more.

  I can't help but sense they want to get me alone to talk.

  My nerves are a jittery mess as I board the elevator and my males file inside, a crush of muscle crammed into a small space. Surrounded by all that masculine heat triggers memories of an earlier episode where I was pleasured by all three at once.

  Overcome with a surge of desire, a heatwave unfurls low in my belly, my sex suddenly swollen and wet. My agitation dusted in an inferno of carnal need.

  Throats are cleared and palms are pressed against bulges. I know they scent my arousal, each throwing off their own unique redolence in return, the need to mate sultry in the small space. I breathe in deeply of their combined musk, ramping up my own passion.

  Fingertips sneak over my shoulder and down the middle of my spine —I can guess who just squeezed my ass— as my males play coy. I recall the awkward moment that passed between them the last time all three brought me to orgasm. I return their shy touches with small caresses of my own. I swear the air temperature just tripled.

  I'm not ready to hear what has been decided about my fate. I can do with a distraction. My head is all over the place with reasons why I should stay and why I should go home. Besides, I exhale with a shudder when a hand tickles across my belly, I want to explore this foursome, see how far they are willing to go.

  Exiting the elevator, it isn’t my imagination the fast clip with which everyone is walking. I’m practically running to keep up as we reach Xuel’s room.

  Once inside, my hunger is so great, I grab onto the first male in my reach. It’s Natu and he goes down easily onto the bed. Next is Xuel who doesn’t put up a fight. Nulis needs no encouragement to join the three of us.

  All too quickly, I’m devoured beneath the three. Hands go everywhere at once, covering every inch of my skin, pawing, petting, and caressing my starved flesh. I arch and undulate under the onslaught. My dress is stripped away and I'm clothed in roaming hands and lips.

  Xuel crashes his lips against mine. He loves to kiss. I never expected him to be such a passionate lover. A slippery dance of tongues commences as hands push apart my thighs and fingers enter my silky tunnel. I moan when all three take turns testing my readiness, their fingers each dipping inside and come away coated with my willingness to be taken by all three.

  Moist heat covers both of my nipples. Natu and Nulis both suckling me at once, their tongues swirling around my hardened buds. I curl my hips to match the rhythm of their fingers that play in my slick heat.

  My eyes close against the intense pleasure, I participate by grasping hard erections and pumping them in my fists. Moans and hisses fill the room. Musk thickens the air, a combination so erotic, my flesh tingles with an impending orgasm.

  I don’t want to explode around fingers. I want to convulse around something more substantial.

  “Please,” I say against Xuel’s passionate kisses. “Someone get inside of me before I explode.”

  A push becomes a shove and soon Natu and Nulis are fighting over who gets to go first. They are my secundries. As Xuel is my priamries, he is entitled to fuck me first or whenever he damn well pleases.

  Xuel pushes the others aside granting my wish. Filled slow and deep, I climax around Xuel’s thick cock before he’s completed his first stroke. I throw my head back, my chest heaves upward serving Natu and Nulis up my large breasts to feast on. They don’t wait to be told, descending upon my aching flesh with ravenous hunger.

  Paralyzed with so much pleasure, all I can do is grab onto Natu and Nulis’ rigid members jutting toward me while Xuel feeds my aching slit.

  Before I think better of it, I pull Natu’s cock to my open mouth. Confusion is fleeting as his need for attention overrides all else and he allows me to wrap my lips around
the tip of his red-hot cock.

  Natu lets loose a roar when I start to suck him. Xuel and Nulis pause a few seconds, watching in erotic fascination.

  I glance up at Natu to see if he’s enjoying what I believe is his first blow job, and I’m trying to take as much of him down my throat without tripping my gag reflex. His head is thrown back, his chest heaving with vicious breaths.

  God, I never thought he would taste this good. Natu’s natural musk is strongest at his genitals and the scent transforms into a heady caramel on my tongue. I find a smooth rhythm I think he will enjoy with my hand and mouth, matching my movements with my other hand around Nulis’ jumbo-sized member.

  Natu’s cock kicks and releases in a splash. The creamy confection that shoots down my throat is a surprising treat. Almost as good as what my slit is being treated to. Xuel must be enjoying the show because he’s giving my needy flesh one hell of a workout. Natu slumps back as the room shatters around me.

  Xuel doesn’t slow as my flesh grips his, washing him in a flood that only seems to spur him on.

  Finishing off Natu, I turn my head to welcome Nulis inside. His giant cock is already pointed near my mouth. I open wide and hope he doesn’t kill me with his huge phallus.

  Nulis presses his fat tip to my open mouth. His face a mask of concentration as he gentle feeds his monster erection between my lips. Careful not to go too fast, my lips barely stretch around his girth.

  Mmm… but his musk translates to rich, sweet cream, exotic with a hint of cinnamon. I need more of this taste inside of me. I open my throat and pull more of Nulis inside my mouth.

  I moan around his phallus as Xuel pumps hard and fast between my gaping thighs. With Natu growing hard again in my massaging hand, it isn’t long before my fire is stocked anew. I scream a muffled release around Nulis’ cock.

  My womb takes the brunt of Xuel’s climax. I feel the force of the hot splash before he relaxes and pulls out, freeing up my slit for another’s use.