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  "It's me."

  “Perfect. I’m Natalia. Welcome home.”

  2

  Fey

  "Come on brother! It's time I showed you the wonders of this damned planet." I threw my arm around the golden skinned man to my left and led him down the darkened street.

  This side of the vile smog filled city was surprisingly busy for this late at night, although there weren't as many off-world visitors as I had expected. Fine by me, less people to stop us and exchange gossip of travel amongst the stars and this planet's vile TerraLink Program.

  The less people that knew we were here, the better.

  Myro and I had only landed an hour or so ago, donned the business suits of this planet's males, and left. We would have been turning more heads if we looked less human, but other than the sheen of gold in our skin and eyes we looked just like the fragile creatures who inhabited the barren rock.

  "I'm not your brother," Myro grumbled, shrugging off my arm as he stepped away.

  I laughed, of course he wasn't my brother. He was as blonde and blue-eyed as I was dark and dangerous—and truth be told, I hated him. I hated his grin and refusal to do as we had been raised. I hated his foolhardy search for some perfect mate. Like there weren't a million women to love and bed in this solar system alone.

  He was slowing me down from my true purpose as a Coxian male. Bring elite pleasure to those around me. It was more than a skill; it was part of our kind. That is, unless you were Myro, the bastard I was doomed to travel with, and his ridiculous need for monogamy.

  "Fine, come to the whore house with me, you Coxian bastard." I threw my arm around him again, forcing him closer and closer to the black ebony door ahead of us. He had tried to get out of coming with me for the last few days, but now we were on earth, and I was going to enjoy myself.

  The Scarlet Feather was the best place to do that. Or so I had heard in the whisperings at the last space station we had docked at. It was forbidden for our kind to walk the soil of this planet, seeing as the planet's atmosphere drained us of our health and ability. If what I had heard was true, however, it was worth the risk. An elite pleasure house with enough human women to please me, and for me to please. I was going to fill the house with screams tonight, and I was going to make Myro watch.

  He had skill enough to send multiple women into orgasm with a look, but all of that beautiful skill was going to waste. I clicked my tongue and led us closer to that tantalizing door, through which all of my dirty thoughts would become a reality. The jewels on that door spread around the feather insignia like another opening I wished to conquer tonight.

  "I'm as much a bastard as you are, Fey," Myro snapped, still trying to get out of my grip. I wasn't having it. He was going through this door one way or another.

  "Coxians are bastards, no way around that. That's what you get when your fathers are gods who can control women's orgasms. They don't want to pleasure just one woman. Well, unless they are you," I grinned, blowing him a kiss, his handsome face curled up in distaste. Good. He could keep it that way for all I cared. Leave more of the beautiful ladies to me.

  "Did it ever cross your mind that you can pleasure just one woman with those magic fingers of yours?"

  "No. No. It did not." I didn't even look at him as we scaled the last step, the scarlet door swinging open before us as though it had been waiting for us. It probably was, the sight of a few Coxian's was maybe even driving them all crazy already.

  I was sure the girls were shivering like a Baterdorian battle fish in the waves from hearing that we were heading their way. Practically yanking Myro in after me, I strutted into the building expecting to have at least twenty girls already proffering themselves to me. Instead I faced a small wooden table, a woman past her prime, and red and black wallpaper that gave off a smell like the Hydrin forest back home.

  "Disappointed in the quality of puss?" Myro chuckled, noticing my face. I sucker punched him with my free hand and shoved his ugly face further into my armpit.

  "Welcome, gentlemen," the older woman said with a voice like a moss fairy, rising to stand with a swish of skirts unusual for this planet. I straightened, keeping Myro restrained, and she grinned and pushed some of her black and grey-streaked hair back into place, her unnaturally purple eyes following us. "We are honored to have your kind join our party. It isn't often we see men from your planet..."

  The woman trailed off, her eyes darting down to the hem of my pants as her throat visibly constricted. A smirk pulled up the corner of my lips all on their own, my Coxian blood must be in full force tonight, this woman was begging for me already.

  "We are honored to be here," I crooned, still refusing to drop my arm from around Myro. "I am Fey, and this is my keeper, Myro."

  The word keeper came out harsher than it usually did, and the bastard made a sound like a Milorian cow giving birth as he glared at me. I grinned at him, the old woman's eyes already darting to the bastard whose lure was much stronger than mine.

  Wasted talent.

  "We are glad to be here," I continued, pulling Myro closer. I wasn't going to let him get away. Thanks to the blood oath our fathers had made on the day of our birth, we were to be each other's keepers, traveling the stars together until we located the first five women for our harems and our Coxian powers became fully erect.

  "Speak for yourself," Myro snarled under his breath. At least he didn't try to get away that time.

  "Wonderful to meet you," the older lady's eyes dragged back up our bodies and I made sure to catch her eyes first, the purple color an unnatural wash in the red light of the entryway. "I am Natalia, and this is my establishment. Before I allow you entry, there are a few rules."

  "Rules?" I never like that word. It never led to anything fun.

  "Yes," she grinned, her eyes darting back down again as a spot of red appeared on her cheeks. I didn't need to know why; I could already smell it. She was breathing in too much of us, the poor woman was going to have to find a pole to ride on soon. "One girl at a time, and the girl must choose you."

  Two rules. It shouldn't be that bad, except that one of those rules punched an asteroid-sized hole in my plans. I didn't have to worry about the girl choosing me, they would be lining up. But...

  "One girl at a time?" My voice caught, and Myro broke into a god-awful laugh that grated on my spine as bad as this woman and her terrible rule. I didn't even bother to hold the bastard back anymore. "You can't be serious."

  "I am."

  "Any chance of getting that shifted.... just for me...?" I grinned, stepping closer to the woman who didn't even flinch, although the smell that was drifting from her was nearly as strong as the one coming from me.

  Delicious. I would like to lick that. Bet that could get her to change her mind.

  "No," she laughed, although there was a hint of hesitation there. "There is no way that you can please more than one woman at a time."

  She was laughing like it was the biggest joke. Myro was laughing, watching me being caught in this nest of misery. I grinned and leaned into the woman, bringing my face within inches of hers. Now she flinched, moving back until she was compressed against the wall behind her, breast heaving as she tried to catch her breath, as I leaned in further and breathed my life into her. Breathed pleasure into her.

  "Try me." She shuddered beneath my words, her entire body quaking as the orgasm that had been threatening since our entry finally took her. Her moans echoed off the wooden walls and I stepped back, letting her slide into a pool of fabric and moans.

  "We'll see ourselves in," I grinned, pulling Myro behind me, the guy foolishly attempting to hide a smile. "Admit it. You liked watching that..."

  Myro’s reply was lost on me as I caught sight of what I’d been craving since the moment I’d heard about this place. The door to heaven had opened up before me, the shades of lust and desire spread open as the bodies that would grant my every desire turned to me. Heaving breasts covered in lace, perfectly curved asses lined in glitter and perfume,
the gentle mounds that crest the top of silken thighs. Each woman was a beauty. A beauty that giggled and bristled through the room, like the nymphs that my father always told me to catch for my harem. My eyes pulled in every direction as I surveyed the beauty of the room, the women that would be screaming and moaning and begging beneath me before the night was over.

  It was a wonderland, a wonderland bathed in the smell of desire that permeated each of them. The smell of want and pulsing pleasure.

  Hmmm. Maybe that last one was from me.

  "Seems you like more than that," I said to Myro, the guy licking his lips as he stared slack jawed at the garden of pussy that we had inadvertently walked into. I smacked him on the back and walked away, already eyeing a raven haired and chestnut skinned beauty. Her breasts were already heaving, dark eyes staring.

  I was going to make her bounce atop me.

  "Excuse me, Fey," Natalia panted from behind me, her hand gripping around my white cotton shirt as she turned me to face her.

  I guess my gift wasn't enough to appease the woman. No matter.

  "I will play by your rules, and I will pay you handsomely. But for now, I must teach this beauty what it is to truly make love." I turned from her, ready to race to the woman who was already being pulled away by one of the other patrons. Damn it.

  "That's just it," Natalia said, stronger that time, she seemed to be catching her breath. "They have to come to you, remember."

  My face fell. Damn it. She was serious, and it didn't look like any of these girls were quite ready to swallow me.

  "But don't worry! We have a room that will make that wait worth your while," Natalia tacked on, her arm weaving through mine as she pulled me toward a corner of the velvety room to curtains that were hung with as much lace and glitter as the ass of the blonde who had been circling me for the last few minutes.

  "Miss Natalia. It appears as though I might already have been chosen," I said, nodding to the blonde who was coming closer while I attempted to remove the woman's hand from my arm, but she had dug in.

  "You want this room, I promise..." Her hand reached out like a claw, moving to pull away the curtains and revealing a darker room, filled with less lace and more skin. "These ladies have never experienced a man before, let alone a man of your origin and skill. I have a feeling that they will appreciate a first experience such as you can give them..."

  "Never experienced..?" I repeated the words in disbelief, following her into the darkness as the curtains closed behind us, leaving Myro to the others. Not that he was going to do anything but read that vile book he carried around. I will have plenty of time to please the others... but first... "I have never encountered a fresh woman before."

  "Then you have something in common." Natalia released me, stepping back and leaving me to stand in the middle of a room filled with doe-eyed women, all eager, all wanting. All curious.

  God, how they would scream.

  I took a step toward a tall brunette clad in purple lace, my hands already throbbing in need of her, her chest already heaving. She was already infected by the powerful pheromone of my blood, her weak human countenance already giving her away. She was going to be...

  I froze, my hand extended toward the purple lace maiden falling to my side as my eyes drifted behind, to the completely nude dancer right behind her. To the graceful lines of the woman who swung around a tall metal pole, her body swaying and spinning and bending.

  Her lithe figure was covered in glitter, the silver catching the light and making the fair tone of her skin pop, the mess of dark hair swinging... I was mesmerized. The rest of the room faded away as my heart stuttered and beat with renewed purpose.

  She was amazing. Why did I need every other woman in this god forsaken place to ride my cock if I had her? I would bury myself in her, seed her. Love her. Mate her.

  Pleasure her.

  "Her." I said to no one in particular as I closed the space between us, the glittering light that covered her falling over both of us as I reached out and stopped the pole.

  She gasped, turning to me in shock, perfect dark eyes lifting to meet and melt into mine. Whatever I had felt before was a paltry appetizer to the sudden wash of need and desire that took me now.

  I had found her. My first mate.

  Except she was a human. The forbidden race. On a planet that I wasn't supposed to go near.

  I didn't care. She was mine. And I was going to make her such. Didn't matter what it took.

  "I want you." I said to her, my hands reaching toward her, one cupping the air above her quivering breasts, the nipples perked and erect as if they were reaching for me, the other hand fluttering above the heat of her mound. The scent of her accelerated, doing to me the same thing that I was sure mine was doing to her.

  "Will you let me have you?" I asked, watching her eyes for any sign of protest as my hands collapsed against her skin, my knuckles capturing and pinching her nipple as my finger slid deftly between the lips of her pussy, finding the nub that I would make her bow to me again and again. She moaned at the touch, knees buckling as she fell forward.

  I would have caught her, if it wasn't for the hands that were pulling me away and the shrieking scream of the woman behind me.

  "I said they have to come to you! Hands off my Kylie!"

  3

  Myro

  Fey gave me that grin that he had spent years perfecting. That grin that clearly laid out how much he hated me.

  I snarled. I didn't need to tell him how much I hated him; he already knew. It was probably why he always dragged me to these places.

  He knew I hated them. Knew what I was looking for.

  And yet here I was, sitting on a couch made of so much velvet I might as well slide off the thing, watching at least ten girls circle around me like vultures. I didn't want them, and I felt bad for getting their hopes up.

  Fey always left a wave of pheromones behind like a wake of orgasmic soup, and I was already too aroused after scenting the pussy of the woman in the foyer. She was delicious. Just like so many of the human females before me were.

  I could scent each one of them, and my cock was stirring in desire. It was going to be harder than usual to keep my blood from boiling, and to keep the pleasurable aroma of that blood at bay.

  Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the soft couch. Normally I would pull out my book, but I already knew I wouldn't be able to focus. This would have to do.

  "Hello, mister." One of the women said from right above me, the couch compressing seconds later. "You look like you need some help."

  "I'm fine thank you," I grumbled, pinching my eyes shut more, as if that would help. Having them this close, having the scent of illegal Jageberries and delight so close, was making this whole thing that much worse.

  "No, I think you're right," a second voice said, this one as sweet and snappy as the smell that was dripping from her. "I think he needs help with that."

  The other side of the couch compressed, both women leaning in before, as one, their hands unbuttoned, unzipped, and unsheathed me.

  "Holy fuck! I've never seen one so big before." The first girl said with a shriek and my eyes popped open as I reached for my now exposed cock, ready to tuck the thing back away and get the hell out of here. I could wait the fuck outside.

  One look down, however, and I knew that wasn't going to happen. My cock was fully erect, the long length engorged and throbbing as it sought out a sanctuary to sink into. Pre-cum was already dripping from me, begging me for release.

  There was no way that I was going to get that put away. No way I wanted to, not with her soft hand wrapped around my shaft, not with her powder rose lips turned up to a smile. A hungry smile. She wanted to lick that bit of delight that was dripping from me, and, foolish thing that she was, she thought it the same as the cum that poured from her human males.

  One taste of this and she would be writhing.

  I wanted that for her as much as I wanted her lips around my cock. Gods, I knew I shouldn't.
It was dangerous to let go. I needed to control myself. Letting myself give into this desire never had a great outcome, but I was controlling it so far.

  I could do this. Besides, I wanted to bring her pleasure. I wanted to feel the same.

  "Lick it." I reached up, wrapping my hand around her neck as I led her toward the tower of pleasure I was offering her. "Both of you."

  Even though it went against everything I claimed to care about, I pressed them down into me, my hands dragging down their mostly naked bodies as I sought out the button that would give them pleasure. That would let me taste them.

  With all my talk about finding my one mate, of monogamy and single love, I was sure giving into the pull of lust and need that ran through my blood. There was something… irresistible about this whole situation. About being here.

  Fey knew that. It's why he brought me to these places. It was a different kind of torture.

  Lips and tongue kissed against the engorged skin of my cock and I moaned as they did, as the taste of my cum ravaged them, and the power of a Coxian flared through them. They moaned, fanning their asses out in desperation to be ridden, giving my hands easier access to the buttons that turned those moans into near screams, screams that rattled against my cock as they lapped at me, tongue dragging up and down my shaft.

  Bringing me close to climax as they were.

  Fuck. Why did women feel so good? Why was my body made to do this? Why did I thrive in this?

  "You. Come ride me," I said to the girl right ahead of me. She didn't even hesitate. The poor girl was already fingering herself in desire, in need.

  She wasn't the only one. Cock exposed, throbbing with desire, I was no longer restraining the thrum of my power that surged in my veins. It had permeated the room. Permeated everything. Everyone.