of your clothes and lay on the bed on your back. This is going to be fun.”
Ric shook his head, still grinning as Div quickly obeyed. Div’s moan filled the air, and Ric’s rod stood back to attention, knowing the feel of her hot mouth on his rod. With a sigh, he turned away to clean up the meal Hul left. Yes, now they had their Kat, life was near perfect.
Chapter Nine
What, by the damned Ice Plains, was wrong with him? Hul stomped like a sulking child through the ship. Through the connection he shared with his brothers, he could feel an echo of the pleasure poured on them by their new, little mate.
Why couldn't he be more like Ric and Div? Wanting to please and pleasure without needing to control everything. As a soldier, he needed to be in command of his mind, body and most certainly, those under his command. When it came to the female, was he expected to simply forget his warrior status and bend and scrape to their every whim? He couldn’t do it.
Kat’s willingness to comply with their wishes made him forget every lesson taught to them by his fathers. He wanted to hold her, bend her to his will, while fucking her blind. He wanted to make her love him. Little did she know, his heart and soul already lay within her soft, fragile hands. Already in his mind there could be no other.
Hul always struggled with his society’s acceptance of what was normal, when it came to Demos quads and female relationships. Even though the drive was there to mate and produce heirs, having to fight with his mate every day for the rest of his life, well, it grated against his being. Kat offered a way out. He sincerely doubted she would adopt the manner of Demos females. It made him want her all the more.
He knew other males on his planet held similar opinions. But society went with what was the norm for over a thousand rotations of the Demos red sun.
It didn’t matter if Demos had the strongest standing army in the galaxy; nothing could protect them from themselves. They were a slowly dying race.
Still, he acted like a brute. Kat was fragile and precious. He should have known better than to be so forceful with her. She was already open and gave much of herself. Hul vowed to gentle his way with her in the future and treat her with the respect she deserved, even if it killed him. He wanted to keep her just as much as his brothers did and would do anything for her.
The door to the training room slid open. The clash of swords and grunts of slapping, sparring flesh greeted him. Hul inhaled the musky sweat of the room, as each quad trained hard. He stripped his top from his torso and grabbed a practice sword from the weapons rack.
His fellow soldiers and subordinates gave him short, respectful bows as he passed them. He aimed a finger at the Far brothers.
“Come, let us spar.”
They moved to obey.
A hard workout would help keep his mind from the little, lush female now being pleasured by his brothers. More than that, help keep himself under control—or so he hoped.
****
Kat learned that all good Demos brothers did as their sheraz commanded. Gol explained that being High Lords, they had to set an example for the rest of the populace of Galafrax . They were determined to show her how good it was to belong to them. All she had to do was give an order and they jumped to fulfill her every whim. The only order that truly offended them was the request to return her to her home planet. By this time, Kat had no real wish to return to Earth, at any rate. The choice of a long, lonely life on Earth, or a life filled with adoring, pampering alien men. It's a no brainer .
She belonged to them and they to her, a fact she easily accepted. She choked back the laughter when she finally asked about this fuck droid she often heard them mention. They showed her a quick vid , on the holographic display of the shapeless humanoid covered in the same red skin tone, standing only a few inches shorter than a Demos male. It reminded Kat of
Ric shook his head, still grinning as Div quickly obeyed. Div’s moan filled the air, and Ric’s rod stood back to attention, knowing the feel of her hot mouth on his rod. With a sigh, he turned away to clean up the meal Hul left. Yes, now they had their Kat, life was near perfect.
Chapter Nine
What, by the damned Ice Plains, was wrong with him? Hul stomped like a sulking child through the ship. Through the connection he shared with his brothers, he could feel an echo of the pleasure poured on them by their new, little mate.
Why couldn't he be more like Ric and Div? Wanting to please and pleasure without needing to control everything. As a soldier, he needed to be in command of his mind, body and most certainly, those under his command. When it came to the female, was he expected to simply forget his warrior status and bend and scrape to their every whim? He couldn’t do it.
Kat’s willingness to comply with their wishes made him forget every lesson taught to them by his fathers. He wanted to hold her, bend her to his will, while fucking her blind. He wanted to make her love him. Little did she know, his heart and soul already lay within her soft, fragile hands. Already in his mind there could be no other.
Hul always struggled with his society’s acceptance of what was normal, when it came to Demos quads and female relationships. Even though the drive was there to mate and produce heirs, having to fight with his mate every day for the rest of his life, well, it grated against his being. Kat offered a way out. He sincerely doubted she would adopt the manner of Demos females. It made him want her all the more.
He knew other males on his planet held similar opinions. But society went with what was the norm for over a thousand rotations of the Demos red sun.
It didn’t matter if Demos had the strongest standing army in the galaxy; nothing could protect them from themselves. They were a slowly dying race.
Still, he acted like a brute. Kat was fragile and precious. He should have known better than to be so forceful with her. She was already open and gave much of herself. Hul vowed to gentle his way with her in the future and treat her with the respect she deserved, even if it killed him. He wanted to keep her just as much as his brothers did and would do anything for her.
The door to the training room slid open. The clash of swords and grunts of slapping, sparring flesh greeted him. Hul inhaled the musky sweat of the room, as each quad trained hard. He stripped his top from his torso and grabbed a practice sword from the weapons rack.
His fellow soldiers and subordinates gave him short, respectful bows as he passed them. He aimed a finger at the Far brothers.
“Come, let us spar.”
They moved to obey.
A hard workout would help keep his mind from the little, lush female now being pleasured by his brothers. More than that, help keep himself under control—or so he hoped.
****
Kat learned that all good Demos brothers did as their sheraz commanded. Gol explained that being High Lords, they had to set an example for the rest of the populace of Galafrax . They were determined to show her how good it was to belong to them. All she had to do was give an order and they jumped to fulfill her every whim. The only order that truly offended them was the request to return her to her home planet. By this time, Kat had no real wish to return to Earth, at any rate. The choice of a long, lonely life on Earth, or a life filled with adoring, pampering alien men. It's a no brainer .
She belonged to them and they to her, a fact she easily accepted. She choked back the laughter when she finally asked about this fuck droid she often heard them mention. They showed her a quick vid , on the holographic display of the shapeless humanoid covered in the same red skin tone, standing only a few inches shorter than a Demos male. It reminded Kat of
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