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I bite my lip, my cheeks reddening, and then I realize that here, I should have no shame. They love me – they truly do. Stryker, Haleon and Brigg all waited thirty years for me; and there’s nothing I can say or do that will ruin that.

“You don’t need an excuse to punish me,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out. Stryker’s cock surges as I admit my desires, and he massages my body, his huge hands working my sore thighs. A little giggle leaves my mouth as I realize howbadlyStryker wants to spank me. I can tell from his voice that he’s been aching for it every night for the last thirty years.

Haleon kisses me tenderly, squeezing our bodies together – his cock rock-hard.

Brigg lays near my feet, gently taking my right foot and massaging it.

Haleon gazes into my eyes. His eyes are still that familiar light grey that I saw in my dreams every night for thirty years – a slate-colored hue touched with green that I could vividly recall in my mind simply by closing my eyes.

He smiles wickedly. “I’ve thought often of putting you over my lap and turning your bottom red,” his words a dark promise. My pussytinglesin response to Haleon’s statement, and I bite my lip, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

Haleon gently forces my chin up with one huge finger. “No, Aubrey, don’t be ashamed. We will give you everything you ache for, and more. Wewillgive you the sons you never thought you could have.”

I breathe in, my body shuddering, and the three aliens push closer together, so I’m sandwiched and secure. “I truly hope so, Haleon, I truly hope so.”

I close my eyes, feeling a deep tiredness, and then suddenly snap them open again.

Haleon laughs. “We will not disappear if you sleep, my sweet – and you will never leave us again.” His voice hardens slightly at the end of his promise to me.

“I’ll never leave you again,” I reassure him, and then I finally let my eyes close, the exhaustion pouring over me as I drift into the comfortable darkness of sleep.

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Stryker

Iwake and my hackles rise. We lost everything to wait for Aubrey. We went into Scorp nests and killed countless Queens, bringing their heads back to the Orb-God again and again. We fought mountain lions, great boas in the rivers, huge eagles and every beast upon the land.

The Orb-God granted us visions, but nothing more. When Ripper, our tribal chief, realized that we were not sacrificing beasts for new mates, but to try and reclaim the one who’d left us, Ripper called her cursed.

The years since Aubrey left have been violent and brutal. The tyrant dragon has scoured our lands, growing more violent and frenzied, mad with bloodlust. Northern Scorp nests have been pushed south, towards our ancestral caves. For a time, women and children were being picked off as they gathered food; before Ripper finally set a curfew and banned unaccompanied visits out of the caves.

My triad?

We were banished by that bastard. Forced out of the caves – allowed only to serve our tribe by keeping watch and sounding the alarm when the tyrant dragon attacks. Even with our alarms sounding, many of our tribe still die.

I hold Aubrey close. She’s murmuring in her sleep, happy and content. I’ll never let her out of my sight again. Just as I’d hoped beyond hope, Aubrey came back to us – and I’d sooner keep her tied up before I’ll ever give her the chance to leave again.

My hand forms a fist.

I will seed my mate. She will grow fat with my child. This barrenness is not final.

I want to stand and start the day, but I can’t let Aubrey go, not even for a second. I hold her closer, relishing in the softness of her skin. Her hair is a deep, dark brown, flecked with the false grey color that she said will wash out, and reveal her to me. She wriggles in her sleep, and my cock surges to attention, strong, hard and virile, pressing against her womanly figure.

I shiver. Aubrey drives me mad with lust.

She wants to be punished. She enjoys the feeling of submission. How lucky I am, to have the perfect mate.

I force myself to get up, not taking my eyes off her as I grab a handful of fresh-grass and chew. It fills my mouth with a refreshing taste. Our home is usually safe. We kill any predator that comes nearby, and all but the most brave or desperate avoid the area around us completely. Even Scorps now prefer to hunt for their prey farther away, after we killed so many of them and displayed their carcasses as a warning.

Still, occasionally a panther or snake will slip through, and I now wish we had a safer home for our mate.

The southern valley, where the other tribe lives. Only the dragon roams that far south. That is a safe place, a place suitable for a mate. But that tribe has hated ours since the beginning times.

I snort. The tribe south of here is softer than ours. They plant food while we hunt. I thumb my shoulder before I realize I’m even doing it, tracing the wound I received with an arrow fired by a member of our rival tribe.