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  “I’m not sleeping in the same place as an Aurelian,” spits out Runner, standing in the rain. I roll my eyes – annoyed that my suspicions proved accurate.

  “Runner, we’re all on the same side here.”

  He looks at me with open contempt. “If you’re on their side, you’re a traitor,” he snarls scornfully. I have no idea what to do with him.

  Darok shrugs, and without a word he and Hadone set about building a small, second structure right against the first. I guess the problem is avoided for now – but I still need to find a way to reach Runner. His irrational hatred of these Aurelians is proving to be a liability.

  The four orphans all clamber into the smaller shelter, and I move to follow them.

  That’s when Hadone gently grabs my arm.

  A shiver runs down my spine. I turn to him, and his eyes instantly communicate what he wants from me.

  Involuntarily, I find my body responding to his touch. I’m ashamed of myself. I’d always felt anger toward my two best friends, Jade and Anna, for escaping this planet and joining an Aurelian harem. Now, suddenly, I can see the appeal.

  Perhaps I always could. I scoffed at the choice they’d made – to whore themselves for the safety of life on the Aurelian home world. Despite that, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered the option myself, and even imagined what it might be like to share myself with one of the aliens. I’d heard all the stories, and those were impressive enough - but in person, the Aurelians were so much more imposing.

  Standing to the right of me, Darok eats me up with his eyes in exactly the same way as Hadone. I gulp, suddenly realizing that it wouldn’t be just one Aurelian I’m giving myself to if I surrendered to my desires.

  Oh Gods. I can’t believe I’m even considering it! I can’t let an Aurelian take my virginity – not least of which because he’ll split me in half!

  But, fuck – I suddenly realize I need it so bad…

  I can barely think. The stress of the day has melted my mind, and every breath of air feels like it’s been borrowed. I should have died in Barl, along with the children that have become the only reason my life has any meaning any more.

  Now, instead, I breathe in the cold, harsh air and it tastes like life itself.

  I’ve been trained since a young age to hate Aurelians – and yet I’m here only because of their protection.

  Now I’m questioning everything I thought I knew - feeling an intense guilt as my nipples harden and my body tingles with anticipation. The way these two aliens tower over me makes me feel so small and helpless.

  Suddenly, Hadone pulls me roughly into his arms, far more violently than I was ever expecting. My body jolts as he presses his lips against mine, kissing me with passion, but without technique. His lips find mine and his tongue invades my mouth.

  As we kiss, Hadone’s hand runs down the small of my back and squeezes the firm flesh of my ass. I feel his cock harden, rising to attention and pressing against the material of his loincloth.

  I glance down.

  Oh, shit!

  It’s too fucking big! Anna and Jade weren’t exaggerating when they’d told me about their experiences in the harem.

  Darok presses himself behind me. His body squeezes mine against his battle brother. I can do nothing as I’m sandwiched between these two, huge men.

  Darok’s lips graze against my ear, and he whispers something in his own language; words I don’t understand, but are dripping hot and full of lust.

  A delicious shiver runs all the way down my body. I’ve never felt so tiny or helpless before. Darok’s own cock surges beneath his loincloth, pressing against my bottom.

  I gulp. Is this really happening?

  I wonder wickedly if they’re going to wait to take turns… or if they’ll both claim me at the same time. Darok needs to take me, I can feel that in his ragged breath, and he’s going to.

  I’m manhandled into the tent, and practically thrown down beside the sleeping leader of this Aurelian triad. Forn is deeply wounded and is in a heavy sleep, dead to the world as I’m pressed down beside him.

  I’m no longer even thinking. Every instinct is telling me to just let these alien warriors do anything they want to me – to ruin me with their impossibly huge cocks. I know that after they’re finished with me, no human man will ever compare. I know I’ll be aching for them for the rest of my life.

  Hadone presses me down against the soft, packed earth, and the two aliens stare down at me, their breath steaming in the tent as they loom above me, their cocks stretching the material of their loincloths, clearly aching for my body.

  I’ve never been with any man before. I can’t say I’d paid much thought to losing my virginity – the matter of survival was of far more urgency on Barl – but when I had, I’d never imagined it being anything like this.

  The light of the moon filters through the trees and the branches of the structure overhead, casting an eerie glow on the impossibly-chiseled torsos of Hadone and Darok. They’re ridiculously defined – the Aurelians don’t even have an ounce of fat on their muscled physiques, and I watch a drop of sweat glistening down from Hadone’s neck and between his abs as if I’m in a trance.

  I’ve never felt like this before. I understand desire for the first time in my life – the unending, always growing hunger to be claimed. I can’t stop staring at the huge, throbbing shafts hidden by the loincloths of the two alien warriors.

  Surely their cocks are too big to be real – as if they belonged to some huge, feral beast and not to haughty Aurelian warriors.

  The tribal tattoos of the two warriors glimmer in the moonlight. Venomous and green, they give Hadone and Darok an even more primitive and dangerous look.

  I might be in a trance, but the alien warriors are not. Hadone pulls down my functional pants with a swift yank, not bothering with buttons or zippers. I was always expecting to feel nervous before my first time, but I never thought I’d feel quite so powerless – and not just to them.

  No, the overwhelming need is pulsing through me, coming from somewhere dark and primal within my soul, and it overpowers me mentally just as they do physically.

  I must let these warriors take me – however they choose to.

  Hadone yanks his own loincloth down with one, quick movement. His impossibly huge, marble-hued cock rears to attention from between his muscular thighs.

  I gasp as I see it. The swollen veins running up and down the length of his huge shaft are bright, venomous green, and my jaw opens in awe at the way the huge shaft bounces up and down with each pulse of Hadone’s heartbeat.

  A long string of pre-cum is already drooling from the tip of that thick cock; like a faucet left open. The gleaming pre-cum is pearly in the moonlight. I understand instantly that Aurelians are designed to fuck smaller human females, and as a result their bodies have adapted to constantly secrete that slick, glistening pre-cum when they’re aroused; to lubricate tight little human cunts as they force their huge, stiff rods deep inside them.

  Darok stands beside his blood-brother, and stares down at me with open hunger in his own eyes. His lips peel back into a snarl, and he slides his loincloth down to release his own huge, hard cock. It jumps out from between Darok’s thighs, wickedly curved upwards…

  I only get a glimpse of it before Hadone steps above me, blocking my view.

  The towering Aurelian growls and presses his bulk down on top of me. The seven-feet-tall alien must weigh three times as much as the average human, and I know if he let his full weight down on me, I’d be crushed beneath his muscular mass.

  Despite my inexperience, I’m already so fucking wet by the time Hadone slides the tip of his huge cock against my eager opening; and shuddering, teasing pleasure washes over me as he presses against my tightness.

  Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods - please fuck me!

  The words come into my mind, then I repeat them out loud, unable to feel shame or nervousness amid my overwhelming desire to be claimed.

  Above me, Hadone’s
eyes wide, a bright and vibrant green. His veins bulge all over his body, swollen with arousal just as his immense cock is.

  Finally, Hadone growls, his body tensing, and I know he’s poised to slam every inch of that huge, hard dick inside of me…

  …and that’s when a deeper rumble starts.

  Hadone freezes up, tensing for a completely different reason.

  The small structure we’re sheltered inside shudders, as if it’s about to cave in on top of us. My mind instantly clears. Until then, I’d been in an animal state of heat – ready to be mounted, mated, and seeded…

  Now, suddenly, my rational brain is taking over.

  What’s that sound? And, oh Gods, was I really about to let an Aurelian take my virginity?

  Hadone jumps to his feet and grabs the hilt of his war hammer in a single, violent movement. Darok was waiting for his turn to claim me, but now he rushes out of the structure instead, activating his Orb-Sword as he leaps out to protect us from the source of the mysterious sounds and vibration.

  I recognize the noise. It’s the sound I’d been waiting for so eagerly back in Barl – the noise of Capital defense heli-ships, roaring overhead.

  I never thought I could ever get out of the city without heli-ships like these to rescue me, but somehow we’re all still alive and safe; even without the troops of the Capital to protect us

  My body feels so empty as I pull up my pants. I need the warriors so badly it hurts.

  I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of my intense sexual arousal. I do want to see the heli-ships – but before I leave our shelter, I lean over and give Forn a light kiss on his forehead.

  He mumbles something in his sleep, eyes flickering from the sound of the heli-ships overhead - but as soon as I gently stroke his hair, Forn closes his eyes again and falls back into a restorative slumber.

  I pull myself from the shelter. Outside, the four orphans are awake and they’re emerging from their own shelter. Runner looks at me with open suspicion, judging me for sleeping in the same makeshift hut as the Aurelians. He might be young, but I have an idea that he suspects what was going to happen – and that he hates me even more for it.

  Runner was such a sweet boy just days ago. Now I see his father in him more than ever before – mirroring that vile man with each suspicious glance at me, and each hateful glare at the Aurelians. I get a strange wave of fear that he’s going to do something to Forn while the leader of the triad is helpless, but I push it out of my mind.

  Runner might hate Aurelians, but surely he wouldn’t hurt them.

  “They’re going to rescue everyone!” Tod cries out, his voice full of hope. I smile, hoping desperately that Edgar managed to survive long enough to be rescued. If anyone could outlast a Scorp attack, it’s that stubborn old man.

  I step out from beneath the shelter of the trees, and furrow my brow. There are only a dozen heli-ships roaring overhead. The Capital should have sent hundreds to fight off the teeming Scorp infestation.

  How can they possibly defeat all those Scorp warriors with so few soldiers? Are they merely a rescue team?

  Fear grips me as I struggle to comprehend. I look back, expecting to see a second wave of heli-ships in close pursuit. Then Stacy screams, and I whip my head towards her.

  “Go back into the tent!” I yell, pushing the kids away from the ghastly sight.

  Hadone and Darok join me in somber silence as we watch the heli-ships unleash napalm on my city of Barl. Grief twists my heart as I remember Edgar telling me with such hope that reinforcements would arrive.

  Instead, the Capital are scorching the Earth – obliterating the Scorp threat, even at the cost of the survivors still sheltered there.

  As we watch, the city turns into a pyroclasm. The cheap materials of the shanty towns and old wooden buildings are like tinder – and as the heli-ships pour military-grade incendiary across onto the city it sparks and roars like an oven.

  The stone walls surrounding Barl parallel that metaphor. They must be keeping the heat inside – turning the temperature up even higher. My heart grieves for those who’d made it this long against the Scorp horde, only to be roasted alive in this inferno.

  I feel like I can feel the screams of survivors – the poor wretches who’d thought they had escaped the worst of the Scorp attack, before being betrayed utterly by the Capital forces.

  The Capital didn’t even try to fight off the Scorp. They just burned down everything.

  I look back to the small tent where the four orphans are peeking out. They quickly duck their heads when they see me watching. I’ve dealt with the trauma of knowing my parents died in a Scorp attack my entire life. I know that the four children will have to deal with a similar trauma – the sight of their home city burning, while they remain safe, for the rest of their lives. Survivor’s guilt. I wish I could have spared them that, and from the grisly sight of the burning city, but I couldn’t.

  If it wasn’t for the three Aurelians, we’d all be burning alive right now.

  Moments ago, I was nearly taken by the Aurelians – claimed in ways I’d never even known I wanted. The decisive way that Hadone simply pulled me into the tent, like he was a caveman simply claiming his property, was like a primordial switch being turned on in my mind. I never knew I needed to be taken so badly – claimed with rough desire.

  I wanted it – I can hardly believe that.

  Now I look at their strong, powerful bodies, and notice the white of their ivory skin reflecting the fire of the burning city behind us.

  I’d spent my whole life hating Aurelians. Now, I feel something else. It’s not just lust. No, when the Capital came to burn us, these three powerful men had came to save us.

  I don’t know where they’re from, or how they got here, but I do know that I have to keep them away from the Capital’s military.

  They saved my life. Now I have to save theirs.

  I’d thought originally that I could make the soldiers of the Capital see reason when they encountered these Aurelians. Now I see how futile that hope had been.

  Watching the firebombing of my own city has chased that thought out of my mind. The troops were willing to burn their own city, including all the inhabitants inside. Of course, they’d kill these Aurelians on sight.

  Tears come to my eyes, and a sob wracks me. I had no love for Barl, yet I feel deep sadness for those betrayed by their rulers.

  It was a city I lived in out of necessity, not out of choice – but I still sob. I weep not only for the city, and not only for Edgar. I sob because I have no idea what to do now.

  My plan had been to get the orphans to the Capital, where they could be safe. Now, I have no trust left in my mind. If the government of my own people was willing to burn down an entire city to stop the Scorp – potentially killing millions of innocents rather than send in troops – then the Capital is no longer a safe haven. It’s another trap.

  The Capital have revealed themselves to be no less dangerous than the Scorp.

  “I guess we can… can live out in the woods…” I whisper the words to myself, knowing they aren’t feasible.

  These three Aurelians might be able to take care of us out in the middle of nowhere, but what kind of a life is that? The huge aliens stand out – and if anyone saw us, they’d would report the sight to the authorities.

  Anti-Aurelian sentiment has never been stronger. If a hunter stumbled on us and witnessed us, we’d face a terrible choice – silence the hunter, or await Capital troops to come hunting us.

  Hadone wraps me up in his huge arms from behind, hugging me tightly to his powerful body. I let go, collapsing into his arms. Ragged sobs leave my chest, and huge tears roll down my cheeks.

  I’m ashamed of my weakness, but I need the catharsis of tears.

  I’d once thought of women who cried as being too emotional. They reminded me of those noble ladies who had the luxury of being weak.

  But now, as I sob, I don’t feel weak.

  I just feel empty. Betrayed.r />
  Hadone holds me, whispering gently in his language. As he holds me, I look down at the scars on his forearms. They’re a stark white, barely visible against his ivory skin. I can see his veins through his skin, the green blood pulsing just beneath the surface. His tattoos, which run in intricate patterns across his flesh, glow a faintish green.

  I realize each cut on his arm, each scar, was a battle won. Hadone speaks in his language, and I ache to understand him. I ache for this towering warrior to tell me how to move past this. He must have had a thousand tragedies in his life. I can sense the violence in him. I can sense the rage, barely controlled, beneath his surface. I can feel how part of him craves to die in glorious battle.

  I wish I had the power to make him ache that way for life, instead.

  Darok moves in front of me, blocking the view of the inferno. I can see him starkly illuminated against the background of fire and blood. Darok moves his hand gently against my cheek, wiping up tears as they roll down my cheeks, one by one. He smiles at me – giving me, for the first time, a sad glimpse of empathy that reveals he understands what I’m going through.

  It’s funny - Darok used to look at me with such suspicion. I don’t think I could have handled another set of judging eyes; but it turns out I didn’t need to. Now, Darok stares at me like I’m a possession he needs desperately to keep safe.

  “We have to… We have to get back to hiding,” I say, as I hear heli-ships returning from their ghastly mission.

  Hadone gently unwraps his arms from around me and leads me back into the lean-to structure. Thank the Gods it’s camouflaged so expertly. Surely there’s no way the heli-ships will be able to spot it from above – especially not beneath this canopy of trees.

  The kids duck inside their shelter, and we return to ours.

  Inside, we find Forn still in a deep, healing slumber, and I nod towards him, happy that he hasn’t woken yet. Forn is strong, and young – and I’m hopeful he’ll make a full recovery once he’s rested and eaten. I know he will – I have to know it. I have to believe that he will, because imagining the man who saved my life having his own snuffed out before I get the chance to truly… be with him is too painful to think about.