“Now you know our complex history,” I say.
“I wish you didn’t,” Rekker adds.
Emma stands and runs her fingers through her long, thick hair. “It hurts to know what has happened here,” she says. “But we can’t give up. I see that now. I...”
Her voice trails as she makes up her mind.
“I want to be with you,” she says. “I want to fight for a better future. A real tomorrow. I want to live with dignity and grace.”
No one saw potential in us. Not even Slain.
She sees the good in us, and it makes my cock harder than a fucking rocket.
Before any of us respond, she walks through a dark hallway. Motioning for us to follow, she heads into the dark basement of the facility.
We wander into the massive chamber, full of more artifacts and statues. She stops and gazes up at the display.
A goddess bends on her knees as multiple alpha aliens mount. Her mouth is wide open, howling into the sky above as she accepts their seed. Other statues are similar, set in different positions to produce kin.
I tell her more. “Before our time, there were fertility rituals. Hundreds of alphas would sit under these statues, waiting to be chosen. Back then, women were in charge of choosing mates. But that was a different age.”
“I can’t believe this room still exists,” Rekker says.
I watch as Emma’s face turns into a deepened smile. “That sounds like a utopia.”
I wonder how much seed has been spilled on this concrete. How many births were finalized here? How many of us were made in a room like this very one.
These symbols run deep. They are still engrained in our subconscious memory.
She stands, naked and dirty. She hasn’t showered in days, and a deep, feminine musk wafts into my nostrils. It drives me to the brink of sexual insanity.
“I have made up my mind,” she says.
The three of us close in on her. It’s impossible for me not to reach for her supple tits.
“Tell us what you want,” I say. “I’ll do anything.”
Submission or domination. It’s like I said earlier – thats how we were taught to b
ehave. But in this room, the energy is sending different signals.
I want her to choose. I want her to enjoy. I want her to be Queen Mate.
In our mothership, those were her demands. I can’t speak for the others, but I’m willing to comply with those wishes if it means having her forever.
“Anything?” she asks.
I fall to my knees, breathing wildly. “Fucking anything.”
I expect the others to react like I’m crazy, but when they mimic my actions, I know they feel it too. She is our goddess now, and this is how our ritual must begin.
“You aren’t still hungry?” I ask.
“I could forage you some dessert,” Rekker says.
She smiles and spreads her legs.
“I am the dessert,” she says.