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“You’re too small, too tight.” Furu drove into her,
maintaining a punishing rhythm, his need for her too great to be controlled.
“Your mouth will be mine, female. Xan will slam his thick cock into your
pussy.” He twisted his fingers around her brown curls, holding her tight,
envisioning the three of them naked and entwined. “We’ll find release in you at
the same time, filling you with our seed.”

Mirian swallowed, her throat convulsing around him, and she
dug her fingernails into his hips, breaking his skin, the pain stimulatingly
sharp. Her unguarded gaze shone with fear, a fear he’d seen reflected in the
Balazoid
breeders’ muzzled faces, their silent accusations haunting him.

I’m not my father.
“You don’t want this.” Furu pulled
out of her mouth, ignoring his body’s protests. “I’ll find release elsewhere.”

“No, you won’t. I want this, damn it.” She tugged on his
hips. He didn’t move, her fear too vivid to be feigned. “Taking you both at the
same time scares me but not this. This I want, I crave, I desire.” She licked
his tip, laving his sensitive skin with her small pink tongue, stoking the
needs he struggled to resist. “Don’t deny me.”

He searched her face, seeing only a bliss and passion
equaling his.
She wants this.
His thighs shook.
And I want her. Fuck,
how I want her.

“Please, Furu.” She met his gaze, her eyes shining. “Make my
mouth yours,” she pleaded, stripping away the last remnants of his control.

“I’ll make your mouth mine.” He plunged his cock into her
mouth, his balls smacking against her pointed chin.

“But if you choose to become our breeder, your entire body
will be ours,” Furu warned, the urge to protect his female conflicting with his
desire. “We’ll use you as we wish.” He pressed his fingertips into her scalp.
“If I want to fuck your mouth while Xan fucks your pussy, I will.”

She increased the intensity of her sucking, reprimanding him
physically for his declaration, and he groaned, his body throbbing, begging for
release.

“That’s it.” He leaned back. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Mirian cupped his balls in her small hands and squeezed, the
additional touch decimating his control and fracturing his thought processes.

Furu thrust deep inside her mouth and bellowed, shooting his
cum down her throat, his release gloriously uninhibited, unrestricted by how
others thought a
Balazoid
should release. With Mirian, as with Xan, he
was himself, Furu, an unnatural male with unnatural needs.

“Swallow me, female.” He pushed into her lips as she obeyed
his command, draining his cock, her long eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks
flushed. A small smile curled her lips.

“You liked that.” He patted her curls, dazed and
lightheaded. “You’re an unnatural female,” Furu observed, his appreciation for
unnatural females increasing. “But you’re ours.”

Mirian released his limp, spent cock, and she staggered to
her feet, blades of green grass sticking to her tanned knees. When Furu placed
his hands on her hips to steady her, she jerked away from him, her rejection
surprising him.

“I’m not yours yet.” Mirian stepped backward. Furu didn’t
move. He couldn’t move, his legs turned liquid by his release. Their gazes met
and held, her eyes glimmering with rebellion, her lips glistening with his
seed.

“I won’t make it that easy for you. I value my freedom too
much.” Mirian edged toward the trees. “You’ll have to earn your precious
breeder and catch me first.” She dashed into the forest, her arms and legs
pumping, her hair streaming behind her.

Furu stared after her with disbelief, his pants around his
ankles. “Xan will catch you,” he called out.

If she wishes to be caught.
He grinned, pleased by
her strength and determination.
She’ll never allow me to become my father.

He whistled as he fastened his pants, a concern he never
realized he had lifting from his shoulders.

Chapter Four

Mirian slid the morning’s readings into the metal canister
and twisted the top shut, sealing the valuable information inside, protecting
it from the destructive humidity and harsh elements. The familiar routine
calmed her, the tasks having, in the past, given her solitary life meaning,
purpose, a reason to continue living.

Will this be my last entry?

She locked the canister in place on the top shelf, the
readings filed from newest to oldest, a visual representation of her first
mission and perhaps her last mission, almost a decade of work displayed in
front of her. The forever lights flickered, a glitch in the self-contained
system she’d never been able to fix, the energy drawn from
Viridi
’s
active core.

Steve rustled his leaves, his vines draped over the portable
station’s thick door, his multiple blooms facing both inside the one-room
structure and outside, his planet-wide grid of roots and vines more effective
than the best Federation early warning device.

“I know. I know.” Mirian checked the meters, tapped on
gauges and verified that the replicator, her sole source for off-world
supplies, continued to function. “Xan’s coming. Is he still pissed off?”

Steve shook his vines up and down.

“Great.” She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t bode well for my
seduction plans.” She flicked a twig off the table, a table big enough to be
fucked upon, and her nipples tightened, her body anticipating Xan’s rough
touch. “We’ll go for a run first. Burn off his anger.”

Mirian slipped through the crack between the door and the
wall, trusting Steve to close the door behind her, securing the station.
“Should I make it easy or hard for him?” She rested her hands on her hips as
she pondered which path to take, four choices available to her, each leading in
a different direction.

“Don’t answer that.” She laughed, the two obstinate males,
one a bloodthirsty plant and the other a warrior Dreck, continuing to battle
for planetary supremacy. “I know what you’ll say. Hard it is.” Mirian jogged
down the path toward the stream, her feet smacking on the moist ground, her
breasts strapped to her body with the leather strips.

Xan will earn his right to fuck me.
She curled her
hands into fists, pumping her arms, the mist-diffused sun warming her
shoulders. The path led away from the ship, away from Furu, Xan’s lover, the
thought of taking both of them at once overwhelming Mirian.

They won’t hurt me. I trust them, more than they trust
themselves.
She ran, her decision having been made the moment Furu paused
during oral sex, putting her desires before his.

Xan crashed through the undergrowth behind her, not
bothering to conceal his approach, his speed impressive and frightening. Mirian
accelerated, the rocks and pteridophytes blurring as she pelted past them. The
warrior gained on her, his longer stride eating the distance between them.

He’ll catch me.
She huffed, her lungs burning and her
muscles aching, a layer of perspiration covering her near-naked body.
But
not yet. I’m not ready for him yet.
She left the beaten path, swerving into
the forest, branches snapping under her feet and bruising her toes.

Xan followed, cursing softly in a language she didn’t
understand, his wider shoulders smacking into tree trunks, bark shattering with
the impact.
A beast, he’s a beast.
Mirian leaped into the air and
grasped a tree branch, swinging herself upward. She crouched on the limb,
hidden by the leaves.

Xan pounded past her tree, his black hair slicked back, his
bare shoulders glistening with moisture, muscles rippling under his pale skin.
My
beast.
She admired his strength and his determination.

“Fuck.” He stopped, his thighs flexing, his boots skidding
on a patch of yellow-green bryophytes. “Where are you, female?” He turned
slowly, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving.

He smells me.
Mirian pressed her legs together.
He
smells my arousal.

“I know you want Furu, female.” Xan touched the pink leather
encircling his wrist, the breast covering he’d claimed as a trophy. “He told me
how you sucked his cock.” Black straps wound around his arms, accentuating his
biceps. “There’s no need to worry. I won’t make you suck my cock.” A dark
shadow drifted over his primitive face. “If you don’t want to touch a Dreck.”
His gruffness didn’t cover up the hurt in his voice.

She stood on the tree limb, her legs safely out of his
reach. “I don’t want to touch a Dreck.” Xan flinched as though she’d struck
him, the warrior’s toughness only skin-deep. “I want to fuck a Dreck. I want
that big cock in my pussy, not in my mouth.”

“If you wanted to fuck me, you wouldn’t run from me.” He
tilted his head back, his red-eyed gaze fixed on her branch, his lips parted
and his breathing heavy.

Mirian untied her breast covering and dropped it. The strip
landed with a smack on his forehead. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you’d catch
me.” She jumped to the next tree, grasping the limb, her arms jerking under her
weight. She pulled herself up and jumped again.

“I will catch you.” Xan brought the pink leather to his nose
and inhaled, his chest rising, a smug smile curling his grim mouth. “You have
to come down eventually.”

I do.
Mirian cocked her head, the rush of water over
rock tantalizingly close.
I need a distraction.
She plucked at the ties
at her hips, removing her last piece of clothing. “Hold on to this for me.” She
flung the wet leather behind him.

Xan pivoted, his hand whipped out, and he caught her leather
panties in one of his large palms.
A beast.
Mirian flipped away from the
tree limb and landed on her feet. Their gazes met, his red eyes flashed with
triumph, and she ran.

He roared, the animalistic bellow of ownership arousing. He
lunged, reaching out, and his calloused fingers grazed her arms, the caress
tantalizingly brief.

Mirian broke through the tree line and dived off the blue
rock, soaring through the air, down, down, down, into the deep cool pool of
water below.

“Mirian!” Xan teetered on the edge of the cliff, gazing down
at the water. Ripples radiated from where she’d entered, her leap graceful,
beautiful, suicidal.
Unnatural female.
He frantically stripped, kicking
off his boots and peeling the suffocating leather from his hips.

She didn’t surface and his stomach clenched, concern for
Mirian overriding all of his caution. He dove, stretching his arms before him,
air rushing over his naked form. The cold wall of water hit him, pushing the
air from his lungs, icy shards of liquid piercing his skin.

Xan grimaced, pressing his lips together, and he searched
the pool for long golden legs, skimming along the bottom, pushing aside green
fronds of vegetation, his visibility poor.

Nothing.

He bent his knees and pushed off the rocky bed, rocketing to
the surface. Xan gasped mouthfuls of the humid air, his eyes stinging and his
heart aching with his failure. “Mirian.”

“Y-y-you followed me.” She treaded water near the waterfall,
her teeth chattering from the cold, her brown hair plastered to her skull, her
eyes appearing even larger than usual.

“That was a damn dangerous tactic, female.” Xan glared at
her, anger rolling with relief and fear and arousal, the dizzying combination
of emotions making his head spin. “You won’t ever do that again.”

“I-I-I didn’t mean t-t-to scare you.” She blinked, water
clinging to her eyelashes, her lips tinged blue.

“I’m a Dreck warrior,” he scoffed, swimming to the edge.
“Nothing scares me.” His feet touched rock. Mirian, their female, shook, her
slender body too far away to comfort. “Come here.” He opened his arms. “I’ll
warm you.”

“Y-y-you’re supposed t-t-to catch me.” She floated toward
him, water lapping at the curves of her breasts.

Xan reached out and grasped her slender arms. “I’ve caught
you.” He pulled her to him, their bodies smacking together, her curves
flattening against his muscle. Despite the finger-numbing cold, his cock
hardened, pressing into her stomach, and she inhaled sharply.

“Be still, female.” He strapped his arms around her waist,
securing her. “I have you.” He stroked her back, chafing her skin, rubbing heat
back into her small form.

“You do but for how long?” She was short, her feet not
reaching the ground, and her legs entwined with his.

“Forever. We’re never letting you go,” Xan declared, hearing
the truth in his words.

“Never?” Mirian rested her hands on his shoulders, her touch
tentative and uncertain. “You and Furu won’t fly off and forget about me,
leaving me here alone?”

“When we leave, we’re taking you with us.” He bent his head
and captured the plump softness of her lips, lips that only yesterday had
stretched around Furu’s cock, his lover having taunted him with the
blow-by-blow, sharing every arousing detail.

Every other first will be mine.
Xan jabbed the seam
of Mirian’s mouth with his tongue, and she opened to him, her fruity taste
captivating his senses.

As he explored, charting new territory, she sucked on his
tongue as she must have sucked on his lover’s shaft, her suction constant and
perfect. He cupped her sweetly curved ass, pressing her mons against his cock.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, spreading for him,
and he groaned his approval, burrowing the length of his shaft into her folds.
Mirian bobbed in the water, her clit dragging across his rim, her nipples
rubbing against his chest.

He nibbled over her jaw, and she arched into him,
undulating, her muscles sinuous and lean.
Like Furu’s yet different.
Xan
kneaded her ass, marveling at its fullness, her body designed for sharing.

He licked along her neck, tracing her jugular vein. “You’re
perfect for us.” He wedged his fingers between her clenched ass cheeks and
prodded her tight, puckered hole with his fingertips.

Mirian stiffened, her spine straightening. “I’ve never—”

“And we won’t. Not now,” Xan reassured his skittish female.
He reluctantly removed his fingers from the temptation of her virgin ass, the
waves sloshing around them. “But I will fuck your ass soon, breaking yet
another
Balazoid
rule.”

She lay back in the water, her hair spread around her face,
a circle of softness framing her. “You and Furu—”

“We were each other’s first.” Xan dragged his lips along the
intriguing shadow between her breasts, her nipples pink and puckered. “And when
the council found out, we were banished from
Balazoid
.”

“Oh.” The fire in her eyes dimmed.

“Fucking Furu’s ass was worth it.” Xan raised Mirian out of
the water, rivulets of clear liquid streaming down her breasts, and he draped
her over a flat rock, revealing her golden curves.

“Fucking your ass will be worth punishment also.” He slurped
the moisture off her skin, tasting salt and minerals and sunlight, indulging in
forbidden flavors denied to upstanding
Balazoid
citizens, the rule
followers not knowing what they missed.

Xan knew and he refused to live without touching, without
love. He swiped the flat of his tongue over his female’s body, navigating her
curves slowly, savoring each dip and valley, reveling in her uninhibited
response.

“Yes.” Mirian threaded her fingers through his human-like
hair, not hesitating to touch him, a Dreck, her features smoothed by passion.

He circled her breasts, first one and then the other,
soothing the creases where the leather had dug into her flesh, and she held him
to her, murmuring his name over and over, her voice husky.

Xan teased her right nipple, tracing the pinkness and
flicking her tip, relishing the intriguing combination of soft and hard that
was female, touching a female, any female prohibited for his kind.

This isn’t any female.
He gazed down upon her, warmth
heating his chest.
This is our female.
He fastened his lips over her
nipple and sucked, drawing cries from Mirian’s throat, her fingernails digging
into his scalp.
Our breeder.

He cupped her mons, flattening her wild private hair with
his palm, his fingertips dipping into her wetness. As he sucked and released,
he tapped her clit to the same rhythm, and she writhed against the rock, her
shameless display of raw eroticism testing his control.

“Be still, female,” he repeated his command, determined to
prolong this first encounter. “Or I’ll bind you so you can’t move.”

“Bind me?” Mirian glowered, her eyes darkening to a midnight
black. “Fuck that.” She pierced the thin skin of his scalp with her blunt
fingertips and pain shot down his neck, surging straight to his cock.

“No fuck that.
We’ll
fuck
you
.” Xan grasped
her wrists and yanked her arms over her head, stretching her body, opening her
up to him. “Leave your hands there.” She obeyed, hissing and cursing and
squirming underneath him, a wild creature needing to be tamed.

“We’ll train you.” Xan unwound the leather straps from his
arms, his fingers shaking with excitement and need. “You’ll learn how to please
us.” He secured her wrists, tying them together.

“And how to be pleased.” Xan nipped at her left breast, and
she whimpered. “We’ll fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass, separately or
together, and you’ll love it, begging for our cocks.” He mouthed over her
nipple, pulling gently at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Ohhh…yes, your cock.” She pushed her breast into his mouth,
and he inhaled her curves. “I need your cock. Release my hands, Xan. I want to
touch you.”

“You haven’t yet earned that right.” He nuzzled lower,
burying his face in her flat stomach. “When you’ve learned to be good.” Xan
spread her pussy with his fingers, the scent of her arousal tormenting him.
“I’ll allow you to touch me.” He stroked into her wetness, the tightness of her
entrance rivaling her virgin ass.