Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
But Mekenna was used to the humiliation of being in this life, of this world, and having disgusting males poke and prod at her like she was some kind of attraction.
“Sit,” her owner commanded, and she moved onto her knees. He took the plush-looking seat at the front of the stage, placed his hand on her head as a sign of ownership, and she kept her head lowered. She would be required to stay in this position for the duration of the auction, and when her owner bought his female or females, she would be made to clean them for his vile sexual conquest.
As the minutes passed, she controlled her breathing, closed her eyes, and focused on other things. She imagined herself in another world where she was not chained nightly, was called by her birth name, and where she wasn’t this freak of nature.
The sounds around her slowly faded, but then there was this feeling on the back of her neck, one that told her of something different in the air.
She didn’t dare lift her head to see what it was that caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end, but whatever it was had her entire body warming.
4
Viktor walked into the auction house, his two brothers following behind. The second eldest, Savastian, was right behind him, and although he didn’t look at his brothers, he knew Savastian was scanning the establishment. Viktor scented their youngest brother’s arousal.
Although Fillip was only thirty years his junior, he acted far younger. He sowed his seed in plenty of females, far more than either Viktor or Savastian ever did at his age. At one hundred and ninety-five Hades years, Viktor was the eldest, the most brutally trained, and was the leader of Savastian and Fillip.
Savastian came in at one hundred and seventy-three, and Fillip was one hundred and sixty-five. They were as close as siblings could be. But because of their ruthless and warrior-bred bloodline, Hades males, related or not, fought side-by-side as comrades and men in arms. He shared a home with his brothers in the Goomata forest on his home planet, deep within the caves that ran underground.
And so they would share a female to breed with, to share and cherish.
The buildings on this planet hovered high above the ground. Why they did not use the land given to them was a mystery to Viktor, because it seemed smart and would help their world if they utilized the flora and fauna given to them by the planet. Either there were launching docks for ships to travel to each one attaching to all the buildings, or there were airstrips that allowed patrons to travel in clear pods to each business.
And although they would not have stopped on the planet of Sessinea normally, because it was for the wealthy and held no desire for his kind, the auctions were here this quarter. Harems filled the large establishment, and a massive stage was erected in the center of the room. Drapes of shimmering and luxurious materials lined the stage, the walls, and covered the ground. It certainly was a place fit for royalty, and he felt a sense of displacement at being here.
“This place is too much, brother,” Savastian said in a low, deep voice.
“That it is, Savastian,” Viktor said and stopped to look at Fillip. He still stood by the doors, speaking with a Franche-Yeaht species female. Her dark-green flesh spoke of her reptilian ancestry, but her horns, glowing white eyes, and black claws said she was also part beast. They were here to purchase a female to be their mate, not fuck a random auction female with no end result in sight.
Fillip pushed away from the female and went to stand beside them. They scanned the room, looked over the females currently being ushered onto the stage to be sold to the highest bidder, and went over to an open table. After sitting down and getting a pitcher of ale, they watched the wealthy men with servants aplenty cast their bids. The holographic screen above the stage pointed out the winning males and the sold females.
And when a female with fiery red hair and a thin frame stepped up on the block, he thought maybe she’d be the one for them. Her species was the fierce Threma kind, ones who had a powerful, stubborn personality. He knew a female would need to have a good disposition to deal with his kind.
But something had him dragging his gaze from the stage and scanning the crowd. He saw many different kinds of males, some with single servants at their sides, and others with three or four females wearing near to nothing. The females who were not fully clothed were their sex servants, and he knew enough about this culture to realize that the ones who had tunics and pants on were of the domestic servant variety.