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  Claimed by the Conqueror

  Alyx X

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  This Edition, August 2020

  Contents

  1. Emma

  2. Qui

  3. Emma

  4. Qui

  5. Emma

  6. Qui

  7. Emma

  8. Emma

  9. Qui

  10. Emma

  11. Qui

  12. Emma

  13. Qui

  14. Emma

  15. Qui

  16. Emma

  17. Qui

  18. Emma

  19. Qui

  20. Emma

  21. Qui

  22. Emma

  23. Emma

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  1

  Emma

  My back ached just from watching the workers in the dry heat. Our greenhouses were like sweaty ovens as the sun beat fiercely down from another day’s clear blue sky. Or, nearly blue, anyway. The sky here never quite reached the pure azure color I longed for, always hovering between gray and beige. Perks of living on a dying planet, I guess.

  Welcome to the new day, same as the old day. Same as the old week. Same as the old month. Nothing changed from year to fucking year.

  “Hey, Arnot, how’s it going?” I bent down next to one of our newest employees as he checked the crop for pests and thinned out the plants that weren’t growing.

  “Great.” But he grunted with effort as he spoke.

  I glanced at his flushed, sweaty face. “You’ll get used to it,” I said. “Remember to keep your fluids up.” He refocused on his job and nodded, his mouth tightening in concentration as he examined the leaves in his hand.

  “Jake?” I called out to a guy chatting up a storm with the other workers three rows over. “You forget there’s a harvest coming up? Quota’s gone up remember? Get your ass back to work.” I softened my words with a smile.

  Damn TerraLink and their quotas. Who the hell were they feeding in The Glass City on an increased quota, anyway? They shipped people off-Earth daily—some who wanted to go, plenty who didn’t—and I hadn’t noticed any streaming back in to receive all this food.

  Jake smiled shyly at me, and I automatically pushed my chest forward subtly as I brushed the hair from my forehead. I’d probably left a line of dirt on my skin, but it didn’t matter. If I looked as dirty as the rest of them, it helped everyone believe we were all in this together, even though I mostly just gave instructions.

  Straightening, I rubbed the base of my spine. Despite being the supervisor, I was a hot mess—sweaty, dirty, achy, pissed at the system. Surely there was more to life than hard labor? But every day on Dad’s farm was hard. And laborious. There had to be a better way.

  I mean, we weren’t the worst off. We were out in the desert, but life was pretty good here. We weren’t like, nomads or something. I curled my lip at the thought of wandering the desert, hunting and scavenging for whatever meager supplies were available. At least here on the farm we had water provided by The Glass City, food was plentiful, and we were able to meet our commitments to our employees. We were essentially TerraLink slaves, growing their root vegetables on a non-stop timetable, in humid greenhouses, but it was still preferable to other options.

  I woke every morning stiff and already sore, too hot and sweaty even right after I’d showered. I’d soon be as old as my father looked at this rate. It wasn’t what I wanted from my life. I wanted more. I looked skyward again. Somewhere beyond all that almost-blue lay the stars. I wanted to explore them. In fact, I wanted to sign up for the human distribution system, the TerraLink Program, but Dad had always said that was a hard no.

  But shit. I was tired of being the only woman left behind. I glanced around at my workers. Guy after guy, man after man. It made them all fairly easy to bring around to my way of thinking—if I deployed the right sort of wiles. It was the only power I held on the male-dominated farm.

  The basket next to me was nearly full. Only three more before we’d fulfilled our quota for the day. The Glass City would eat for another few hours, anyway, and TerraLink would contemplate increasing our targets again. Work to feed the hungry city never stopped, and neither did we.

  I snorted my derision as I thought of them and wiped fresh sweat from my brow before glancing through the glass and into the sky again. Maybe we were due another storm of solar flares. It was certainly hot enough. If that was the case, and the weather was becoming unfriendlier, I needed to shake my ass and get moving. We needed to lock down the greenhouses ahead of a storm if one was on the way.

  I didn’t want to be caught out here in a storm. Our farm was big—huge, even. It stretched for acres and acres. It was also flat and boring as hell. I could see for literal miles across the dust bowl of the desert we lived in. Underneath the greenhouses, the soil was fertile enough because Dad had built the farm in an old lakebed, but everything looked dead and barren on the surface outside the greenhouses. As far as I knew, only root vegetables could grow anywhere on Earth without the kind of expensive and complicated equipment they hoarded for themselves under the enormous dome of the Glass City.

  As we worked, that dome reflected its usual huge column of light into the sky. It should have been a beacon of hope for all of us humans left down here on our dying planet, but it was simply a signal of all I’d never have. If nothing else, it drew attention to the clusters of TerraLink ships that hovered and docked above the city, taking those lucky enough to buy a place or enter servitude somewhere far, far away.

  I shielded my eyes as I watched all of the activity above the dome. It seemed busier today. The beating of a horse’s hooves interrupted my solitude, and I turned around to look at the approaching cloud of dust before the doors at the far end of the greenhouse were flung open. A gust of hot air blew inside, somehow making the sweltering greenhouse even hotter.

  I groaned. The messenger was Ganneth, one of Dad’s farmhands. He was probably after sex, again. Honestly, you fucked one guy in the back of a greenhouse after hours once, and he thought that was all you were good for. Or he thought it was some sort of guaranteed pastime.

  “You bored again, Ganneth?” I didn’t even bother to make eye contact when I got within talking distance, meeting him half-hidden behind the lockers where the workers stashed their snacks for the day. I didn’t want to accidentally show interest and encourage him.

  “Nuh,” he said, his wide brimmed hat casting his eyes into shadow. “I was sent out here to relieve you. Your Dad wants you back at the house.”

  “Really?” I checked the position of the sun again. “Seems early.”

  Ganneth shrugged. “S’what he said,” he drawled before stepping a little closer and cupping his palm over my ass. Then he moved closer still, until his hard-on jutted against me. “How about we find somewhere private and you relieve me before I relieve you?”

  A flicker of desire skittered over my skin, but I stepped away before my resolve weakened. As far as I could tell, Ganneth had nothing I was interested in today, and even I liked some comforts—like actual cooler air. I w
asn’t going to complain about being beckoned to the house before the day’s work was done.

  “Stop teasing me, Emma,” he whined.

  I chuckled. “Now, now. I didn’t do anything.”

  He snorted. “Right. You’re just out here, all tits and ass, for your own amusement.”

  “Do I look amused to you?” I shot back. Streaks of brown dirt coated any skin I’d left exposed—quite a lot of skin, admittedly, but who’d cover up to work in this heat? Ganneth looked like he was about to beg me, which was not something I was into. “Oh, I know. Maybe I’m amusing myself by developing new ways to sweat?”

  “I can show you new ways to sweat.” He stepped closer again and looped his arms lazily around my waist. When I turned and pressed my ass against his rigid cock then walked away again, he didn’t offer any resistance.

  “Is that a yes?” he asked, hope lighting his gaze.

  I shook my head. “Look around you Ganneth. We’d both dehydrate if I fucked you out here. Do you want my dad to find the dried-out husks of our corpses in his biggest greenhouse? While I’m supervising daily quota? Right before a big harvest?” As I listed off the reasons why we shouldn’t fuck right now—excluding the fact that I plain didn’t want to—his hopeful look faded.

  “He’d probably beat me for screwing you, anyway. Even if I was dead already,” Ganneth grumbled.

  “That’s right. I’m his little princess, and don’t you forget it.” Too much of a princess, sometimes. He didn’t let me do anything, and part of me was restless to escape the cage Dad had so lovingly created for me to live in. He thought it was his job to protect me. And that meant keeping me here, on the farm. I did my fair share, and I looked after him as he seemed to grow older by the second, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore. I wanted to experience life beyond the borders of this fucking farm, growing literal roots. I broke my back every day for fucking roots, for fucks sake. This was no life; at least not for me.

  I turned back to Ganneth. “What did Dad want, anyway? Why did he send you out here early?”

  “Shit. I nearly forgot. He’s expecting some reps to arrive from the TerraLink Program.” As he spoke, I reached out to touch his arm and left my fingers there a moment. There was truly nothing like a gratuitous grope of a well-formed muscle. Then I caught up with what he’d said and groaned. “Fuck me, Ganneth. That should have been the first thing you said.” The TerraLink Program. Maybe Dad had changed his mind and he was going to let me sign up after all.

  “Okay. Well that pretty much was the first thing I requested, if you recall.”

  I ignored his comment. “Do you know when they’re coming?” As I spoke, the panes of glass that formed the greenhouse rattles in their frames. The plant leaves started shaking, and the wind picked up outside, twisting small funnels of dust into the air.

  Shit. They were here already. And the ship sounded big. The workers all hurried to the side of the greenhouse to watch it land. We’d had visiting spaceships in the past, and they were always big, but this one seemed larger than usual, somehow. Swollen. Like it had overeaten.

  We were too far away to see much, but the side opened once it was completely still, and people began to disembark.

  “Fuck me,” I murmured again.

  “Any time.”

  I ignored Ganneth again. I needed to get out there. Usually, I greeted the visitors who arrived onto our landing strip. I dressed up a little and got to enjoy the thrill of being the first human female they saw. Oh, and it was absolutely a thrill. I cast my mind back to previous visits. I’d had plenty of good human sex over the years, but also some really great alien sex. I was always ready for more. If Dad really wasn’t going to let me see the stars, maybe an extra-terrestrial fuck now and again was the closest I was going to get.

  I didn’t even get his problem with me leaving. If I went out into space, I had to come back, anyway. I was supposed to take over the farm, and I couldn’t do that from some rock in a distant galaxy. Where was Dad’s sense of adventure?

  I sighed. If I was taking over the farm someday, I needed to start building my good reputation with TerraLink now, and that meant being on time to greet them when they arrived.

  “Why are they here?” I tossed to the still waiting Ganneth. This man was like a lost puppy sometimes, I swear.

  “They want a farm tour. They’re showing some new aliens what we can produce here on Earth, or something.” He shrugged. “It sounded like it might be pretty big?” His voice tilted up in question like he didn’t believe his own information. Aliens? My day just got better.

  I took one last look at the ship that had just landed and the people who appeared to be waiting for our transport vehicle to collect them. Then I stepped into one of the stirrups on Ganneth’s horse and hoisted myself onto his back. Ugh. I was sweaty and stinky and dressed in my farm clothes. I reeked. Nothing to do about it now, though.

  The strip was about a mile away, and I glanced toward the house as I galloped past. Dad was there, looking flustered as usual and still tying his tie as he walked toward the transport vehicle. I spurred the horse on, worried the guests would be offended by their lack of greeting. Maybe I could beat Dad out there to greet our guests anyway, despite my state of dishevelment. However, I fell into line behind him as the car pulled up. I slid off the horse. Not dressed up, not prepared, but ready.

  As I dismounted from the horse, I palmed my tits, pushing them up in my bra until they overflowed just a little. Then I popped open the next button on my work shirt, exposing maximum cleavage. Okay, now I was definitely ready, although a slinky black dress would have been my first choice. Dad was already bowing by the time I stepped up next to him, and I glanced over his ridiculous, submissive pose.

  I nodded at the two TerraLink reps. “Hello.”

  They nodded back. We didn’t shake hands. It didn’t seem to be part of their culture, and I had no desire to touch them. They looked like walking corpses, with their pale skin and their uniforms that we so form fitting they might have been born wearing them.

  They didn’t even sweat. Ever. If anything about them was unnatural, that was. So yeah. Definitely no touching the TerraLink Reps. I slid my gaze to the alien visitors. To the obvious male specimen. Him? Him, I’d like to touch very much. Both aliens were tall and red, their skin stretched over obvious muscles. One appeared to be female—unusual—and she was tall, too. In fact, they both appeared to be at least a couple of feet taller than the human average, and at least a foot wider.

  It was rare I came across a species I hadn’t heard of, even though I hadn’t met them all. I kept pretty close tabs on what existed out there. After all, I’d need that information one day. The male’s biceps bulged as he folded his arms, and the networks of scars crisscrossing them, some thin like strands of hair, and some much wider strips of disrupted flesh, flexed with the movement. I imagined running my hands over those scars. Perhaps even tracing some of the lines with my tongue. I grew warm thinking about it, and I straightened my back, pushing my tits forward as my pussy pulsed with a burst of desire.

  Dad seemed to be issuing some sort of greeting, although it seemed to consist mostly of nodding his head and mopping his face with the big, dirty handkerchief he carried everywhere in his pocket. “This is my daughter, Emma.” He held out an arm. “Come, Emma. Come and meet our honored guests.”

  I looked at my dad. “And to what do we owe this…” I paused and allowed my gaze to meet that of the male alien. “Pleasure?”

  Dad’s face flushed again, and he sucked in a breath. He’d obviously already forgotten everything the TerraLink reps had told him. “Well,” he said and gestured a limp hand at the red aliens. “Keed and Rue are from Euquaniar, and they’re taking a tour of Earth to see what we grow and how we live.”

  I narrowed my eyes and was about to respond. Aliens didn’t usually take a tour of Earth and its facilities, but these were apparently newcomers to the TerraLink Program. I’d never heard of their planet, and it made me even more c
urious about their power structure if a female had come along on a first diplomatic visit. Usually all I ever saw was brooding guys, and none of them ever brought their fucking girlfriend along.

  That was A-okay with me. The usual visitors came in singles, and they were often lonely. Maybe this guy didn’t feel the same. Perhaps he was just way more pussy whipped than he looked. He’d brought along his own cock-blocker, which—in my opinion—made her about as welcome as a pubic hair between my teeth.

  The female cleared her throat. “Qui. Roe.” She indicated first the male next to her then herself, and I looked more closely at her. She was muscular in a different way than the male. Elegant, almost. But she still looked powerful. She commanded my attention, even though I wanted nothing more than to continue drinking in the male beside her.

  Raw jealousy rose through me as I assessed the female. Roe. I wanted what she had, and I wasn’t just talking about the male. I wanted to be powerful, and I wanted to command attention for something other than my tits and ass. My thoughts surprised me. I’d never admitted that to myself before.

  Before the female could continue, she was shuffled to one side by the male. Okay, so that answered my question about the power structure. He was clearly the leader. I grinned and fluttered my eyelashes. Maybe it wasn’t quite time to retire my tits and ass as the source of my power after all. Girlfriend or not, I’d take my shot.

  I looked at the male again, allowing my gaze to turn lazy as I drank him in. So many muscles, so little time. I especially lingered as I looked at his crotch. It was a very nice bulge indeed. How much time had passed? I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I had no idea what the TerraLink Reps and my father were discussing.