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“Annora!” I don’t know what to do with my hands. What they want to do is feather through her hair and then press that lush mouth down onto me. What I force them to do is grip the blanket near my hips and focus on the pleasure she’s bestowing—and she hasn’t even gotten to the good parts yet.

She’s teasing me, trying to intensify arousal when none is needed. If she prolongs this too long, I’m going to release before she gets her mouth on me.

She nips up my leg, grabs my primary, and opens her mouth, all the while holding my gaze.

“There!” we hear a strident voice outside our private cocoon.

“Look at that indecent picture on the van. Of course, that has to be the newt-lover.”

“Shit!” Annora says as she searches for her clothes.

I yank on my jeans and move to the front of the van looking for the stunners.

“We are armed with deadly force. There are over ten of us. Come out with your hands up or we will destroy the van with both of you in it.”

“End obscure,” Annora orders the van so we can look out the windows, then, “Zorn?” Annora asks, her green eyes wide in fear, her voice laced with panic when we see the female told the truth. At least ten angry females are surrounding us.

“We have no quarrel with the female. She’s a heathen, but at least she belongs on Earth. It’s the wog we want.”

As a captain in the Draalian planetary army, I’ve studied military strategy since my first day as an enlisted male. I’ve analyzed every major battle my race has ever fought.

My mind races to assess the probabilities and outcomes of every possible strategy.

Two stunners against ten people armed with lasers is not good odds.

If it were Zoriss and me, there’s no question we’d come out shooting and possibly overpower the ragtag bunch of females I see out the windows of the hover.

I’m not with Zoriss, though. I’m with Annora. Although she was brave in the underground the other day when those females wanted to take me, and she stood up to that mother and her wretched child a few hours ago, she’s not prepared for a fight like this.

“Send the snake out!” The female’s voice has lost all pretense of being pleasant.

“Zorn, we can take them. I’ll fight.”

“They said they’ll let you go free. Do as they say.”

We argue for a minute, she insists we can take the mob gathered outside our hover. I argue even more vehemently that we’re no match for them. With every passing second, I’m aware that the time for making a decision is running out.

A shot is fired, and must have pierced the hover, striking one of the bots who says, “I have to be inside you nowwwww.” Glancing over, I see he’s been struck in the chest.

“I insist, Annora. Leave.”

“No.” She shakes her head adamantly.

“I’m the captain. You’re the private. This is an order.”

She keeps shaking her head. “I’m with you, Zorn.”

I know we have mere seconds left before they shoot at us again. Next time it won’t be just one shot, and it won’t be aimed at the floorboard. I have to get her out of the hover right this moment!

“You may be with me, but I’m not with you, Annora.

Are you stupid?” I say with a sneer. “Do you really think I have feelings for you? Do you think a captain in the Draalian army would give up everything he holds dear for you ? Do you think I could forgive being captured and dragged across the galaxy and thrown in a cage? Do you think I was interested in anything other than an easy fuck ? A virgin at my age, I’d stick my cocks in anything with a hole. ”

I don’t just say the venomous words, I spit them at her. I pierce her with a look of sheer disgust. When she doesn’t start moving immediately, I dredge up more spiteful things to say.

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell how disgusting I find you.

You think I’m repulsive? Look at you, with all that pink skin and flab.

” I choose my next words carefully. Even as I say them, I know the painful impact they will cause.

“Did you think a male like me would find your soft, rounded belly attractive? What would make you think for a moment I would want you after our thirty days are up? Although I would have loved to fuck your cunt. I would have told all my friends about how I tricked you and used you—”

She’s crying now, her eyes so full of tears I no longer have to keep up the appearance of disgust. She blindly stumbles to the driver’s door and spills into the sunlight.

I fully expect to be killed by laser fire within the next ten seconds. My only regret will be how I just decimated the self-esteem of the only female I’ve ever loved.

I watch helplessly out the windshield as three females push Annora to the ground and tie her up. They’re not gentle, but I don’t believe they mean her any lasting harm.

Now that she’s safely out of the way, I consider breaking out of the van and fighting even though the only weapon in my possession is a stunner. When I see two women pointing their guns at Annora, their message is clear. If I don’t do what they say, they’ll hurt my female.

I stand, waiting for their next order. I can’t risk Annora.

“You’re going to come out of that hover, newt, and lie flat on the ground with your hands behind your back. Nude.”

I pull off my pants, slowly open the door, and jump down. As I lie on the ground, I hear “Abomination” before I’m pulsed with a stunner until I lose consciousness.