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ADRIANA

T he streets of Colossus are stone, and here I find life, seemingly transient against the eternity of the city.

Humans with carts sell fresh fruit in ordered rows, looking so small against the towering triads that frequent their wares.

I’ve never felt so temporary. The vast forests of Virelia always made me small, but there, I was part of it.

My body would one day be put back into the earth, to nourish it.

Here, I am an alien, an ant against a civilization with an endless history, marble buildings that have towered for eons.

Gallien walks at my side, keeping pace with me, his hand near his Orb-Blade always, his pure white robes swishing with each step. Everywhere we walk, Aurelians bow their heads in respect and salute.

“Did Doman get back from his meeting?” I ask, as we travel through the beauty of the capital city of the alien race. Every building seems placed with great care, trees rising up in ordered lines that give shade in the early morning light.

“He’s up there, now,” Gallien responds, glancing up at the Royal Palace that watches over the city.

I twist my wrist, displaying the street map from my smart-watch in front of my eyes where only I can see it. Two blocks to the meeting place. We turn a corner, and I turn off my smart-watch with a jolt of shock.

An older Aurelian, who would be in his forties if he was a human, is at a café, sitting on a bench and sipping coffee.

His toga is open, and two women, with collars on their necks, clad in sheer pink pleasure dresses, are worshiping his cock, running their tongues up and down his manhood.

My cheeks flush red as Gallien steps in closer to me, and I imagine serving him publicly, not being seen as the Prime Minister or even the mate of a royal triad, but just as a harem woman, exposed to the public and sating his desires.

I force myself to relax. Each planet has its own customs. Here is the logical conclusion of an all-male, all-adult warrior society without shame, who do not repress their natural desires.

The Aurelian lets out a groan, leaning back as his cock spurts, and one of the women wraps her lips around the head, his cock pulsing as the other laves his balls.

He rolls his head back and sees us coming.

He pushes the women away, rising to his feet with his still half-hard cock dangling between his legs and performs an immaculate salute, then sits back down, leaning back with his hands behind his head, lounging as his two women clean his cock with their tongues, eager for every last drop of his seed.

A woman in a white apron comes out of the café and onto the patio balancing three plates with croissants, and as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, she places them down on the table while the two giggling women cuddle up to the Aurelian on the bench.

He feeds them by hand as we pass by the lewd scene.

Ahead of us is the tall office building where my team has set up headquarters. Marble pillars rise, intertwined with gleaming glass, and there are terraces with tall trees growing on each floor.

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Gallien seems completely unaffected.

Gallien and I pause in front of the towering office building, as a triad walks by us.

They are wearing black tailored suits, and the leader is speaking in the Common tongue, on a holo-vid call.

This is the business center of Colossus — and not everyone who finishes their hundred years retires to a life of leisure, others taking on human customs and building wealth.

It’s jarring, the black suits contrasting against their marble skin.

They were made for war, not for boardrooms, but the influence of my species has infiltrated even here.

“What would bother me?”

“The scene back there.”

“No. It’s only natural.”

I tilt my head back, casting a glance up at him.

“Your kind could make even a Virelian blush,” I tease, trying to defuse the awkwardness I feel.

It’s strange to see women here treated like property — and even stranger to have seen the café owner, a woman, come out and serve them like it was nothing.

It’s the most shameful thing about it, that the women on this planet chose it themselves, that they gave up all freedom and dignity to become toys for the brutal alien race…

And that deep down, some part of me aches to be treated the same. Just for a moment. Just for long enough to forget the burdens I volunteered for.

Gallien’s lips twist into a knowing smirk before he saunters towards me, closing the distance between us. His hands find their home on my hips, hoisting me as though I weigh nothing and positioning me atop the centuries-old stone barrier that surrounds the towering office structure.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He steps back, and I kick at empty space.

I’m six feet off the ground, easy enough for a Virelian who has been climbing hundred-foot trees since childhood to deal with, but I cross my arms and glare down at him as he just smirks up.

His eyes, grey yet alive as a storm-tossed sea, shimmer with mischief, and the familiar stirring beneath his white robes doesn’t escape my notice as his arousal becomes impossible to hide.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I hiss, placing my hands on the stone to jump down when he steps in closer, running his fingers up my calf.

“I thought you’d be more diplomatic. Where’s the respect for our customs and way of life?

” He whispers, his voice velvety, and his long fingers explore up my inner thigh towards the zipper of my plain brown trousers, the standard blandness of the Administration so different from the sheer pleasure dresses of the pair of harem women who sated their master just a block down the road.

My eyes widen as I hear boots, and I look left.

“Gallien, someone’s coming.” I caution him, as three huge figures in combat robes stride down the sidewalk towards us, unhurried, a triad of Aurelians in their late three-hundreds.

My eyes widen as I see a leash dangling from the wrist of the second of the triad, a burly, bearded Aurelian with a scar on his neck like someone tried to take his head off.

The leash is fine platinum, and it extends outwards, linking to the large nipple rings of a woman walking behind him, wearing only high heels.

She has no shame, her head high as she walks, and as they pass, I watch the roll of her hips.

His hands slowly unzip my pants, and I bite my lip, looking up at the office building where I should be taking a meeting, but to my own shock, I press my hips up, letting him pull my pants down.

I moan as he spreads my legs, exposing my slit, and the sound is enough that the triad walking by slows their pace, turning and watching as Gallien slowly runs his tongue up my thigh, towards my eager slit.

The bearded Aurelian tugs at the chain, and the leashed woman moans in pain and pleasure as her nipples are pulled tight, her gasp echoing mine as Gallien laves his tongue over my clit.

The big, bearded Aurelian presses her down, forcing her on all fours on the sidewalk.

He slaps his cock wetly against her slit, letting his pre-cum coat her entrance, then forces himself inside of her with a heavy grunt.

She moans in plain and pleasure as he mounts her like an animal, pounding her as his two battle-brothers, unbothered by the scene, continue on their path.

I’ve got a clear view of the rough fucking as Gallien worships me with his tongue, flicking up and down rhythmically with an intensity that drives me wild.

The woman with the pierced nipples looks up at me, her bright green eyes meeting mine, and she licks her lips, smiling, before her man spanks her ass, hard, making her roll back her eyes and moan.

She’s getting off on being seen, and a rush of shameful pleasure flows through me as I realize I’m feeling the same thing, knowing that she and her triad can hear my moans.

In this moment I am not a Prime Minster, I’m not the bride of an alien prince, I’m a woman being lavished and trained.

My pussy clenches, tingling and needy, and I ache deeply to be filled, to be stretched and conquered as only the Aurelians can.

Gallien takes a deep breath in, tasting my lust, and pulls back, throwing his robes aside to show his huge, throbbing cock.

He whips his belt off, tossing his robe to the ground, and to my shock he grabs me by my hips, placing me down on all fours facing the other woman on the thick fabric of his battle garb.

Her heavy tits swing with each hard thrust of her man, the leash pulling on her nipples what must be painfully hard, but she’s in ecstasy, her mouth open and her tongue lolling out as she pants and moans.

I’m awash with shame and pleasure, and I glance up at the office building, my cheeks reddening in horrified guilt as I imagine my staff on the balcony, looking down at their boss, but the Gallien grabs my hips firmly and slowly presses his thick, throbbing cock into me, conquering my slick resistance and driving himself deep inside me.