Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

After she finished cleaning, she headed to the kitchen to prepare her owner’s meal. She grabbed the tray, headed into his room, and saw him seated on the chair beside his desk. The balcony doors were open, and the sight of the sky just feet from her tempted her with freedom.

“On your knees, servant,” he said without even looking up from his information tablet. The holographic image was projected right in front of him, showing the newest Stoker Galaxy updates.

She went to her knees, balanced the tray on her thighs, and proceeded to feed him with her fingers. For the next twenty minutes, she picked up the thickest, biggest pieces of meat for him and then went on to the juiciest and ripest pieces of fruit. He didn’t speak, didn’t even acknowledge her aside from opening his mouth when she offered him food. When he was finished with her presence, he waved her off, turned his back on her, and she let herself out of his chamber.

Two hours later, she was finished with her chores and was led to her chamber by one of the guards. After she was tethered to the wall, Mekenna stared out the open balcony entrance with the electrically charged transparent bars. She watched the dual suns rising above the green Oppnahla Mountains, awed at the splendor and beauty of them, but realized she’d never experience their freedom.

The buildings that made up this planet hovered high above the earth, away from the lush green forests and grounds, the bright yellow rivers and ocean, and even the animals that occupied the terrain. The air this high up used to be clearer, cleaner, and crisp, but it was slowly starting to become more polluted because of the spacecrafts that came through the atmosphere. The hazy covering of blue clouds that lined the sky had her imagining she wasn’t trapped in this lavish and expensive prison.

She could pretend she wasn’t going to have to live out the rest of her life in servitude, forced when a guard thought he needed release and didn’t care if she was willing.

Closing her eyes, she pictured herself with a husband, a male who treated her with respect because she was his equal. She wanted to be cherished and loved, and shown that just because she was deemed a weaker and inferior gender and hybrid species, she was still the one who he craved the most. She wanted a child, many children in fact, wanted a life outside of these beautiful prison walls too.

But Mekenna knew she was not living in a dream world. She would never have any of that, but dreaming was her escape, even if just for a moment.

“Sleep, Sevla, because you have more work to do,” one of the guards called out, using the derogatory term for female servant on this planet.

Yes, this was her life, a living hell, but she was alive, and for that she was thankful.

2

Viktor watched the Duamba female as she gyrated her hips, smoothed her hands over her glowing green-and-yellow flesh, and stared at him and his brothers. They were at their last stop before they headed to Sessinea for the auctions. They had come into their breeding need, the desire to find a woman who was compatible with their species for procreating.

As long as she could bear them strong warrior sons, her species did not matter. But it wasn’t just about having a female who would give them offspring. It was also about claiming her, marking her as theirs, and spending the rest of their lives showing her that she was the most important thing to them.

Because they had no females on their world of Hades, a planet filled with lava, fire, jagged rocks, and creatures that were more hellish than most in the Stoker Galaxy, they had to travel outside of their world to find females to be with. Viktor and his brothers tended to stay in the surrounding planets that were close to Hades.

They did so to release their seed in the bodies of willing women who would be considered loose, but the brothers were now ready to settle down. They needed to have a family, to create a world within their world that would carry on their lineage.

The Duamba female went over to his youngest brother, Fillip, cupped her big breasts, and ran her fingers over the two sets of nipples on each of the mounds. Her species was known for their sexual appetites, for draining men dry of their seed and using it as a rejuvenating agent.

They were a voracious species, but their appeal was too much of a temptation, especially when it was known how good they could make a male feel.

Fillip let the female straddle him, and she started to grind her pussy on his lap. Although she was of a humanoid-looking species aside from her coloring, her kind could not procreate with a Hades male. She started working herself on Fillip, and although they were going to be procuring a female in just a week’s time, they were males and needed to relieve the desire that built inside them.