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  Charmed by the Coxian Gods

  Alyx X

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  This Edition, September 2020

  Contents

  1. Kylie

  2. Fey

  3. Myro

  4. Kylie

  5. Fey

  6. Myro

  7. Kylie

  8. Fey

  9. Myro

  10. Kylie

  11. Fey

  12. Myro

  13. Kylie

  14. Kylie

  15. Myro

  16. Kylie

  17. Fey

  18. Myro

  19. Kylie

  20. Fey

  21. Kylie

  22. Kylie

  23. Kylie

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  1

  Kylie

  I want to push you against the wall and watch you writhe as I force my way into your delicious...

  I sighed, the sound coming out more like a groan, and looked up to the hungry-eyed man who had handed me the note. He stood against the side of a filthy alley down the street from where he had stopped me, licking his lips as he nodded down the alley as though I was going to skip after him and his saggy-ass cock.

  No thank you.

  What was with these guys thinking that I was going to spread my legs for them? That takes a special sort of confidence. Furthermore, why the hell did they think passing me a note would somehow be any better than shouting depraved things at me? I got at least one of these notes a day, each of them as explicit. Each of them as gross. This paper was so grubby I was sure the creep had cum in it at some point.

  Double ew.

  Kicking the note away with my yellow shoes, I made a disgusted face, winding a piece of dark hair that had come loose from my tight braid back into place. Somehow my motions spelled desire, because the guy was smiling, nodding toward the alley again.

  Yes, because your cum-drenched note was super enticing. I rolled my eyes. I would question what this guy saw in me as I stood on vomit-soaked steps in a shapeless grey smock from work, but I already knew. I was short, petite, and freckled. He thought I was something different than I was.

  Anger blossomed in my gut, flowery like a flame, and I forced out a smile. The man grinned in victory and dodged into the shadowed depths. I might’ve been following after him, but what he was about to receive was vastly different than what he thought he was getting.

  The sounds of the crowded street buzzed in my ears as I jumped from the stairs of the factory where I spent most of my days working for pennies, cutting and sewing shirts that would be shipped off-planet and sold for hundreds. I ached, my fingers throbbed, and I wanted nothing more than to go home, eat, and collapse into my bed.

  Yet here I was, dodging into an alley that smelled like someone had crawled inside a fart and died. Of course that smell could just be coming from the guy that was already stroking himself at the far end of the darkness.

  Still walking toward the masturbating man, I smacked my heavy metal bracelet on the stone wall, the ident band buzzing and flickering to darkness. The TerraLink ident implants weren’t necessarily supposed to be able to be turned off, but after I got my ass handed to me in a fight at the age of eleven it liked to short circuit.

  That definitely came in handy. Luckily the translator behind my ear still worked, not that I’d interacted with very many aliens in my life yet.

  "Hi, Princess," he crooned as I came closer, his voice as vile and raspy as he pointed the head of his cock toward me. "What's your name? You come to give me your puss? You'll never starve again after I fill you up."

  Even from where I stood I could see the drop of cum forming on the head of his mushroom.

  "Kylie," I said, taking a step closer, eyes switching from his cock to his face as I chose to ignore the rest of his questions. "My name is Kylie."

  "Hi, Kylie," he whispered, the pace of his hand against his member slowing as I stepped over the littered remains of last week's garbage pick up to reach him. "You ever take a cock this big, princess? You ready for daddy to fill you up?"

  Daddy? Triple ew. I was really going to like this.

  "No," I pushed a little whimper into my voice and played with the end of my dark braid, pulling it around so it tickled my breasts. "I've never seen a cock that big before."

  He chuckled at that, and stopped stroking his now swollen cock to hold it out to me like it was a piece of meat for purchase. I fumbled with my waist band, an action that he quickly misinterpreted. He was back to licking his lips.

  "How old are you, princess?" That time it was my turn to swallow. Something was off about this guy; my alarms were starting to go off. Maybe I shouldn’t have come down here.

  "Eighteen." It wasn't necessarily a lie, I was going to be eighteen in a few days, and then I was going to high tail it to the TerraLink offices and sell my virginity to whichever alien bid the highest.

  I had basked in the seemingly far-fetched stories of how much those aliens would pay to pop the cherry of a human. I planned to take that money and buy myself a life in the Glass City, the beautiful golden sanctuary on the other side of the last ocean on Earth. I had only ever seen its glow when the sun burned through the smog of my home, setting the dome on fire, shining a beacon into space that shouted there are humans here for the taking!

  I didn't know much about the city, but I knew it didn't have smog that choked the air, garbage and rot that choked the ground, and the ever-present scent of death. I.E. better than here. I wasn't going to let this guy mess that up for me. Or anyone else. Which is why I was here and not strutting my way back to the single room I shared with two other families.

  "Eighteen?" he repeated, obviously disappointed. They always were. They handed me notes, detailing how they wanted to ravage me, thinking I was a child, thinking they were about to enjoy a rare delicacy. Instead, I cut off their dicks.

  Screw the creepiness of this dude, I was back to smiling.

  "Yeah, why?" His dick was already sagging in his hand, even though I was still fidgeting with my waistband. "Expect something different?"

  "Yes," he growled, already moving to put his dick away.

  Not so fast, buster.

  "What were you expecting?" I asked, reaching out to wrap my hand around his cock, tightening my grip so that he couldn't pull the thing away. Although, I was pretty sure he didn't want to. His cock was already hardening in my hand. "What did you want to fuck?"

  I squeezed tighter and he moaned, closing his eyes and resting his head against the grimy stone of the alley.

  "I'm still the same girl you saw on the street," I leaned in, gripping his cock harder as I unsnapped the button of the leather sheath on my belt. "I'm still just as tight."

  He moaned, pressing himself against the wall as he attempted to thrust against my palm. I was gripping him so tight, however, that his cock didn't budge.

  "If your pussy is as tight as your hand..." He didn't finish as I squeezed harder, pulling his cock toward me and straightening it. Exposing it.

  He moaned until the sharp side of my blade hi
t the base of his cock, until it sliced the skin and his moans became a scream. The beautiful sound was nowhere near a pleasurable moan, but I was still going to enjoy it.

  "Shut up you bastard or I'll give you more than a nick," I hissed, still gripping his cock as I pressed my blade against his skin. His initial scream turned into a whimper as he shook beneath me, his watery eyes darting to the opening of the alley in prayer of a savior. He was much bigger than me, though not fit by any definition. He probably could have fought me off, but was too scared to realize it.

  "Why should I?" He asked, trying to sound brave beneath his shivers. I almost laughed, my blade sliding in and making him whimper pathetically. "One. One scream and the Gurgs will come."

  Gurgs. Those vile red-skinned monsters from a distant planet that prowled our streets weren’t out there for him. They were there to protect women, the only real product this planet had to sell anymore.

  "Gurgs would rather rip off your cock for what you do to young girls. At least I will give you a clean cut." I slid the blade again and he gasped, flattening himself against the wall in a foolish attempt to get away from my blade. The head of his cock was purple from how hard I was gripping it.

  "You really don't know what you are doing..."

  "I'm cutting off your cock," I was smug, a half smile pulling the freckled cheek that often caused so many heads to turn.

  "One scream..." I was really getting tired of this guy. I hadn't really cut off a cock before, but he was pushing my buttons.

  "No one is going to save you. They will be as glad to have you gone as I’ll be."

  "You should tell that to the girl that I..." he leaned in as though I would be interested to hear the twisted dribble that was spewing from his mouth. It coated me with as much disgusting mucus as the spit that flew from his mouth.

  "Fuck this." I snapped. I snapped as loud as my blade did against the soft skin of his member. I snapped like his scream against the stone wall. Snapped like the light of his ident band as he hit the emergency number.

  Snapped like the blood that coated my front.

  Red, peppery sprays that now covered the grey smock from work. They blended with my freckles, proof of a different kind of sin.

  "What the fuck?" I screamed, soft skin falling from my hand as the man fell to his knees, as his scream lessened and the cool female voice of the operator in his ident band burst to life.

  "How can we assist you Ambassador Murray..." Ambassador... oh my god, did she say ambassador? "WHAT THE FUCK?"

  The woman took the words right out of my mouth.

  My heart stopped as the hologram of the service he had called burst from his wrist, as the smoothed and pressed woman looked from the blood that poured from his groin to me. She looked at the blood that covered the walls and me… with a bloodied knife in my hand.

  At least I wasn't holding his severed dick in my hands.

  The thought brought a wicked smile to my blood-tinted lips. Which was, quite clearly the last thing I needed to be doing right then. Yes, smiling while holding a knife spoke only of one's sanity.

  "Computer! Identify!" The woman screamed, the ident on the fucking ambassador’s wrist popping to life, sending streams of blue light out as it attempted to locate my ident band.

  I held it behind my back. Thank gods I had turned it off before coming down here, not that that would keep me safe. She had seen my face, a face that was already logged and registered in TerraLink's files. A face that the Gurgs would easily track down, and they were already on the way. The sirens of their damn cars were always buzzing in the streets. But now they were coming closer.

  Holy bat shit on the sun. I was fucked.

  My stomach dropped to my toes as the hologram of the woman yelled at someone behind her, as the ambassador moaned and writhed, the whimpers a song beside the alarms. Beside the throbbing of my heart beat in my ears.

  So much for selling my virginity. I only had one option now.

  A life of slavery in the salt mines.

  Or running.

  Fuck all this. I was fucking running.

  The knife clattered to the ground as I bolted, not back to the open street that was filling with flashing red and blue lights, but deeper into the alley, up the nearest fire escape and to the roof. The sirens were screaming behind me, the alley full of yells and lights as the hologram screamed 'she went that way!'

  I jumped off the roof.

  No one looked up as I leapt from one building to another, my shadow lost in the smog and absence of sun that flooded this god forsaken town. I ran as fast as I could, as fast as I’d had to every other time men had lusted after me. Before I had bought the knife in the sewer markets and taken matters into my own hands.

  One roof. Then another. My heart pounded in my chest, swelling against my agonizing lungs as they tried to take in oxygen but got the poison air instead. Everything was a blur, the sound of sirens fading to nothing as I jumped another roof, sliding on the loose gravel and nearly going head first into one of the tents of the homeless that lived there. Their tents speckled the roof, torn canvas cutting through the grey like little mountains.

  I darted into the first one, an old man recoiling at my appearance, shaking as he mumbled something about having nothing.

  Oh yeah, the blood.

  "I'm not going to hurt you..." I panted, still trying desperately to catch my breath. "I need... the Gurgs..."

  It was all I could get out, but it was enough. The man stared at me in silence before he turned, fishing through a pile of junk in the corner until he produced a grey cloth, pouring what smelled like vodka on the surface. It would have to do. I scrubbed the blood off of my face and arms, grateful I could ditch that damn smock. My shoes however... Damn it, I loved these things.

  I had bought them when I’d bought the knife, and I’d spent time getting the yellow canvas to shine. Now that yellow was speckled with red, the colors a banner of guilt.

  I took them off, eyeing the size of the shoe against the dirty foot of the man who was still looking at me as thought I was liable to attack him. It would be close, but they would work. Those, plus my old wool socks, would keep his feet warmer than they had been in years.

  "Thank you," I said, holding the items out to him. He eyed them for a minute, both of our breathing ragged in question and fear.

  Fear that grew as those sirens hit our ears.

  "I found these, they are mine," he said, his promise of silence enough.

  Every muscle in my back was coiled as I exited the tent, my shirt filthy, face no longer smeared with blood, but with something that smelled too foul to just be vodka. I quickly undid the braid that kept my hair away from the sewing machines, letting the unwashed matted mess fall around me.

  The lights and sounds of the Gurg army swelled as I rushed from one roof to another, leaving behind the old man in the tent. Leaving behind everything.

  I hadn’t moved this much in a long time, and every part of me ached from the work. I needed to get home, get right to the center of the city. To the hostel that I had lived in since my mom boarded a star ship and left me behind. Since my father had become the first victim of my knife.

  I straightened my shoulders, my bare feet digging into the asphalt as I made my way over to the fire escape of the building, the ladder sliding out as I climbed onto it. My hair and shirt rippled in the wind as I slid backward, the ladder hitting hard against the asphalt and bucking me off. I flew off the decrepit thing and slammed into a street as vile as the one I had escaped from.

  "Fuck," I grumbled as my back hit hard and I froze, staring into the smog smeared sky as I listened to the Gurg sirens that were everywhere.

  Coming closer.

  "Let me guess. It's you they are looking for," a woman's voice whispered through the dark, a slight chuckle making me turn.

  Gritting my teeth through the pain that was sending shockwaves up my spine, I twisted on the asphalt to face whoever had spoken, expecting one of the grey skinned assassins that whi
sked young girls off the street as effectively as the old horny men. Instead it was a woman dressed in clothes cleaner that I had seen in this part of the city. She looked as though she had stepped off a star ship, not out of a world coated in smog. It had taken me years to get my shoes to shine so bright, but this woman had layers of fabrics and skirts that showed me colors I had never seen before.

  Apparently, my shoes weren't even close to yellow.

  "What is it to you?" I snapped, regretting having dropped my knife, although I don't think I would have it in me to spill her blood over those bright colors.

  She grinned, skirts swishing as she walked closer, tapping her ident band and turning it off.

  "I heard on my wire that they are looking for the girl who cut the cock of that greasy ambassador who fancies young girls. And if that's you, well then... I've had a bounty on that man's head for years... and I'd be pressed to settle." She stepped closer, skirts still swishing as she kneeled before me, eyes narrowing. "And with skill like yours, I might have a place for you in my house."

  I looked up; the back door of the building she had clearly come from emblazoned with a red feather. No, a Scarlet Feather. A pleasure house. My heart stuttered in my chest.

  The Scarlet Feather was the most renowned pleasure house in the district. I had seen their girls around town, throwing money around like it was nothing. They sure as shit don't make that money sewing shirts.

  I considered the mystery woman’s offer. What did she mean by ‘a place’ with her? Was I about to get myself into worse trouble than I already was? I looked at her kind-hearted face and knew she wasn’t lying to me. It wasn’t like I had much to lose. I took a deep breath. Well, if I couldn't sell my virginity to the aliens... this might work instead.