Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

The server—a thin, Jantha female who had three arms on each side of her body, two legs, and a six-inch tongue that excreted a poisonous fluid—placed three mugs of mead in front of them. She said something in her native language, one that he and his brothers were not fluent in, and then turned to leave.

The tavern was old, not as technologically advanced as some of the others they had been to, but it had pussy and alcohol, and that’s what they needed right now.

Leaning back in his seat, Viktor brought his drink to his mouth, watching the holographic screen in front of him as it showed a game in a neighboring planet. The sports channel featured one of the most popular sports in the galaxy at the moment. The Krevlar Series was a species face-off, one that was a life-or-death extreme competition that had two different species going at it.

The terrain alternated every ten minutes, ranging from aquatic to the rocky terrain of the dangerous, deadly planets in their galaxy to ones that were filled with carnivorous beasts and flora that could swallow a male whole.

The crowd went wild as a Lanie plant decapitated one of the competitors. The blood and bones were spit out by the toothy, poisonous plant and covered the rocky ground. But even though there was a willing female ready for his cock, alcohol, and entertainment on, Viktor couldn’t focus on anything but the auctions.

He was ready for his female, to bring her back to their planet and claim her in the Hades way.

It was what he had been thinking about since he went into his breeding need, and he knew his brothers were the same way.

Mekenna worked on the floor of her owner’s suite, her knees aching, her body exhausted from the long day of work, and her mind protesting the fact that she still had to attend the auctions this evening. She cleaned the blood off the ground, not knowing where it had come from, and not wanting to know.

Whatever her owner did when he was with females in this room while she wasn’t was not something Mekenna wanted to think about. Blood play, knife play, and anything else her owner thought was taboo or exotic, especially if the female he was with at the time enjoyed those things, could be an all-night experience.

She had heard the screams and moans all the way across the corridor and into her cell. They had given her nightmares, because when she had first heard the sounds, and seen the evidence of what they had done just the night before, it left this sick feeling in her stomach.

She could imagine the horrid things happening, of what her fate could very well be if her owner didn’t see her as this silent being who shared his bloodline. She sat back, staring at the ground that was now cleaned but wet from the water. For as advanced as their civilization was, her knuckles and fingers bled from the manual labor she was forced to do.

After gathering her supplies and heading out of the chamber, she passed the dining area where her owner had a female on his lap, her pink skin marked with red lines, her white hair in three intricate braids atop her head, and her forked tongue moved along the shell of his ear. The table in front of them was covered in dishes, sweet and spicy smelling food that had Mekenna’s mouth watering and stomach clenching. She turned away before he saw her watching them, headed back to her cell, and stared out the small window.

She may never have freedom and would die a servant with a collar around her throat, but they couldn’t take away the idea of being free nor the world she created in her mind when she closed her eyes.

They could never take that away.

3

The tavern was transformed into a glamorous auction house meant to have men spend their money in abundance. Her owner tugged her along by yanking on the chain that was attached to the collar around her neck.

She wore a loose pair of pants and a tunic top, all standard servant attire on this planet, but she was thankful that they required the servants to be fully clothed. Although she had never been off of Sessinea, she knew several languages and had only been granted that luxury because her owner required her to entertain and understand clients he brought in.

She kept her head lowered but didn’t miss the naked females being ushered on the stage. They would be sold like cattle, and their species ranged from a few humans to the exotically fish-like species of the Auqamanta.

“Keep up, servant,” her owner said in a low voice. Why he insisted on bringing her to every auction he attended used to be a mystery until she realized very fast that her being at his feet was a degradation all on its own. Other patrons were allowed to gawk at her, insult her, and use her to serve them in a non-sexual way.