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  Now, some women from poverty will spend a year in a harem just leave and pursue a higher education that they otherwise wouldn’t have access to.

  Yet as progressive as they are, I know that Jasmine’s policies have rankled more… traditional Aurelians; and some have even turned their backs on the rule of Imperial law in response.

  “Oh, Gods! Rogue Aurelians don’t follow the laws.”

  That, in itself, is the only explanation for why they’re here. The planet of Tear declared independence, just like the rest of the Territus sector. We should not have deserved the protection of Aurelians. We declared that we’d sacrifice their protection for our freedom; and the Aurelians had traditionally honored such declarations.

  Even when such independence results in disaster – like the descent of those three Scorp egg-ships onto the now undefended city.

  Yet today, the city wasn’t undefended – thanks to those three rogue Aurelians.

  Some Scorp survived the descent – and I fear hundreds of citizens will still die at their claws and stingers…

  …but it will not the tens of thousands that would have perished if it weren’t for that triad of Aurelians. Although they numbered just three, these warriors come from a species born and bred to kill Scorp; and three of them could conquer an entire nest of those deadly creatures.

  But one thing is clear. As many lives as they have saved, those three Aurelians came here in defiance of their Empire…

  …which means they are no longer bound by its laws…

  Including the law against taking human slaves.

  3

  Raekon

  I rip the throat out of a Scorp with my left hand, while I swing my Orb-Flail with my right – throwing it in a deadly spin through the air until it smashes into the left eye of the already-wounded, twenty-feet-tall Scorp Queen.

  She falls to the ground, twitching and skittering – and Leon jams the shimmering black blade of his Orb-Spear through her throat. An arc of scarlet life-blood gushes from the wound, and instantly the Scorp warriors around us lose their composure; the telepathic connection to the Queen’s hive-mind obliterated the moment Leon killed her.

  More like cockroaches than scorpions now, the defeated Scorp scuttle off in all directions, fleeing in disarray. They’ll be meek and listless now – without drive or direction, lurking in the shadows to starve. Even the humans will be able to finish the remaining Scorp off now.

  As soon as the Queen’s body twitches its last, my mind turns from the heat of combat to the flame of desire.

  That woman! By the Gods, that woman!

  We’re in the streets of Tear – streets that now run with an inch-deep river of Scorp blood. Yet I could be standing in a trash heap and I still wouldn’t see my surroundings. Right now, all I can see is the image of that luscious woman in my mind – with her fertile curves and ripe body. That woman from the park – the one we’d saved from those three Scorp warriors.

  My booted feet wade through blood and corpses as I retrieve my Orb-Flail. Raka is chasing after a fleeing Scorp warrior. He has no mercy, and his Orb-Sword cuts the broken-spirited creature down at the legs. It falls, and Raka jams his blade through the monster’s back.

  All around us, the humans have started to fight back – and I respect their bravery. When we’d first landed our Reaver, we’d seen windows start to open and we’d witnessed humans pouring flaming cooking oil and alcohol bombs down on the Scorp, aiding us as best they could.

  Sometimes, their help wasn’t quite appreciated. In fact, Raka has a burn on his hand from when one of our “helpers” misjudged a throw.

  Or, perhaps, the human hated Aurelians so much that they couldn’t help themselves when one stepped across their firing line.

  My mind wanders…

  The feel of her gentle skin under my touch. The way she trembled with fear… So delicate… So innocent…

  Every muscle in my body aches. Whoever that woman was, I need to have her on her knees – to work out my stress and decades of frustration on her perfect, plump body. When my seed gloriously spurts inside her, I know I’ll find heaven…

  I shake my head.

  Focus, Raekon!

  The fight had been long – very long. For three hours, my battle-brothers and I had rushed through the streets of Tear, clearing out the teeming warriors from each of the three different Scorp egg-sacs. At each vessel, we’d had to kill the Queen – those towering, twenty-feet-tall matriarchs of each Scorp swarm.

  To kill one Scorp Queen is an undertaking worthy of great respect…

  …to kill three, one after the other, would have made us legends among our regiment.

  If we hadn’t deserted them – to become the latest additions to the infamous Kill List.

  Once the huge Queens were dead, the last of the Scorp Warriors had no purpose. Those that had survived our Orb-Weapons scuttled off, trying to find another Queen to serve…

  …but there are none left on this planet. As soon as they realize that, they’ll cower and hide, lurking perhaps in the sewers, or nearby caves.

  Most will starve, barely venturing out even to eat. Others will linger longer – perhaps finding livestock or food to sustain themselves. They might even devour any poor souls unlucky enough to stumble across their hiding place. The people of this planet will have to be careful for the next few years.

  My mind returns to that woman…

  I breathed in her scent… She smelled so fucking good! Still innocent… Still unclaimed…

  I’ve seen human females before. In fact, I saved them by the hundreds in this recent battle – and they watched on, terrified and fascinated from the windows and doorways of the city’s buildings.

  But all of them looked dull and grey compared to the vibrant beauty we’d encountered in that garden, by the manor house. Her curves drove me mad. The thought of touching her soft, ample flesh…

  That woman! She was a rich noblewoman, by her outfit and demeanor. She was no-doubt used to finer things. Ha! I’ll show her finery, alright.

  Soon, she’ll be used to fine crack the palm of my hand will make against the flesh of her buttocks, and the hard rock of my fine cock, buried in her sweet wet cunt.

  I want to fuck her hard – and watch her plump tits jiggle and bounce as her body responds to my touch.

  The decision to come here, against all law and reason, suddenly makes perfect sense now. It was instinct. Somehow, Raka knew she was here… and I will follow him until death. There is no other man who could be our leader.

  “A good battle,” telepaths Leon. His aura is quivering with bloodlust. He throws his Orb-Spear, effortlessly cutting down a fleeing Scorp. As it falls, he grins. There’s never been a man so gentle out of combat and so brutal within it as Leon.

  There’s a red tinge to his aura, the same tinge that matches mine and Raka’s. It’s the color of pure need.

  Leon steps forward to retrieve his spear. As he does so, I spot a trembling, human female huddled on the ground in front of us.

  Normally, being so close to such a helpless, perfect little creature like this would give me a surge of lust – a desperate need to claim her...

  But now, all I can think about is that woman I saw in the garden. She has blinded me to other females.

  “Get out of my mind!” I growl, and the female in front of me shrieks at my angry tone. I was growling in the High Tongue – a language which she cannot understand. She probably thought I was growling at her – not at the infectious thought of that beautiful woman I can’t seem to rid from my head.

  I snort at the frightened woman in front of me and extend her my hand. When she won’t take it, I yank her up by her wrist instead, and then give her a hard spank on the bottom to tell her to get moving. My body has no reaction – not even at the soft give of her round buttocks beneath my palm.

  She could have been a table, or a set of chairs, and I’d cared the same for her. Other women have suddenly become invisible to me.

  All other wo
men except her.

  I lick my lips, imagining the taste of that noblewoman’s sweet cunt on my lips. I force the thoughts from my mind, watching the fleeing woman instead. There are still Scorp in this area, so she’ll be safer inside. The woman rushes into the safety of a nearby shop and I nod as she glances back at me. Another life saved.

  “She’s in your mind, too, then,” says Raka, stepping up to me with wonder. He’s always been the smartest of the three of us, and my blithe reaction to that terrified human female did not go unnoticed by him.

  I turn to face my leader. He’s a natural commander – the obvious choice to lead our triad.

  Our suits of armor each have seven small indents near the neck, with seven circles that a small Orb can be placed in. The tiny Orb enhances the armor’s strength and power, and denotes a higher rank. Raka is the only one of us to have two of the indents filled – both Leon’s and mine are empty. He’s one of the youngest Aurelians to have ever gained the twin Orbs of a lieutenant’s rank. Back on the frontlines, he’d command multiple triads into battle. With time, it was inevitable that Raka would have gained all seven Orbs of a commander’s rank, or even the full, rippling Orb-Armor of a general.

  But now, all that is gone. We threw everything away – not quite understanding why.

  But now we know the truth.

  We did it for her.

  “Aye, she’s still in my mind, alright. We have to get her; and get off this planet before the Law Enforcement arrives.”

  Leon is lost. During the heat of battle, he has no room for rational thought – and he’s rushed forward into the blood-soaked streets to chase after the last of the fleeing Scorp; cutting them down with his Orb-Spear.

  I can feel Raka’s frustration with our battle-brother. That one has too much bloodlust for his own good.

  Raka wipes the blood from his hands, clutching the hilt of his shimmering Orb-Sword and scanning the area for any more signs of danger.

  “We’ll have at least three days,” the leader of our triad reassures me. “Two for the judgement to be made, one for the case to be assigned, and agents sent out to find us. They’ll send three triads - nine Law Enforcement Agents assigned to hunt us down and execute us on sight.”

  I grit my teeth. Ninety years we’d spent killing Scorp to keep the Empire safe. Now, we’re to be persecuted for keeping these helpless, defenseless humans safe from the same enemy – to spare them from being slaughtered, or filled with eggs by a fearsome Scorp Queen.

  But it will all be worth it, when I claim that plump, fertile little noblewoman.

  4

  Lezena

  One day later

  The luxury ship pulls up. My father reclines in the soft leather seats, looking pleased with himself. I’m tense. I can’t even look at him. Jenna is fuming with anger as well.

  “I can’t believe what you just did,” I hiss, my tone icy.

  My father slaps his belly as the chauffeur whisks us away from the parliament building. Despite his constant admonitions that “curves are for commoners” – directed at me, of course – my father has the best food flown in and two personal chefs to feed his own vast appetites. Whereas I might be considered curvy, or possibly even plump, my father is plain, old fat.

  But, of course, he’s not trying to use his body to advance the cause of our house – as he’s attempting to use mine.

  We’re in a million-dollar ride, but even this brand-new vessel is nothing compared to the ships of the high-nobles. It’s not just their houses, or clothes, or vehicles that demonstrate their higher influence on Tear. The leaders of the high-noble families have three votes at the council. Nobles have two. As with other low-nobles, my father has just a single vote.

  As such, his vote wasn’t the deciding factor in the landslide decision on how best to pay the Aurelians who’d rescued us.

  It was merely the one that hurt the most.

  I thought it was the Aurelians who viewed humans as weak sluts, to be used and claimed.

  I was wrong.

  “The Aurelians could have demanded huge sums of money for their work in saving us. Instead, they accepted our offer of recompense, and the planet’s coffers will be fuller for it.” My father turns and looks at me with disappointment. “Really, Lezena. You need to learn to be more rational, if you ever hope to follow in my footsteps.”

  I’ll never follow in your footsteps.

  Those three Aurelians – who seemingly appeared from nowhere, in defiance to our independence - are now staying in the penthouse of our most prestigious hotel: The Aquamarine.

  The two-hundred story building has a two-mile high aquarium in the center of the structure, and each room has a view of the underwater ecosystem. It’s a stunning sight – a world-within-a-world that includes sharks, tropical fish, and even a kraken. I’d always got chills when I’d visited the hotel, and seen that rare, giant creature travel into the exposed portion of the aquarium. It’s long tentacles press against the glass of the building and you can’t help but wonder if a squeeze of those thick tentacles could crack the reinforced plexiglass and free the immense beast.

  After the Scorp invasion had been prevented, the city council had confronted the three Aurelians. The consortium of nobles had expected to have to pay an exorbitant sum to recompense these three warriors. They’d even been willing to – after all, the Aurelians had stopped what could have been trillions in damages, not to mention the loss of perhaps hundreds of thousands of lives, by cleansing the Scorp infestation.

  How in the heavens did three men kill so many of those creatures? I thought the Scorp were deadly – but these three must be brutal machines. I pity the poor women who’ll have to go with them…

  A shudder runs down my spine.

  I remember that brutal beast who’d grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his slate-grey eyes, on the day of the Scorp invasion.

  That beast, and his two battle-brothers, are going to own women from Tear. That was their price – not riches or wealth, but women.

  The beasts.

  Even worse, my father had wanted me to see these negotiations; and he’d insisted on bringing me to the Consortium to witness the resolution.

  Jenna had been forced to wait outside with the other maidservants – only nobles may enter the council chambers.

  Within, the noblemen and women of the Consortium had decided on an initial offer, knowing that Aurelians crave human females… They suggested a display of our prettiest women for the three Aurelians to pick from.

  It was disgusting – tantamount to slavery, no less.

  And what hurt the most was watching the female heads of families vote unanimously for the proposal, as well as the men. Had they no empathy? No reason? How could women – even high-born ones – so callously vote to trade members of their own gender as if they were nothing more than property to be bartered with?

  But I knew the reason, even if it disgusted me. Trading human lives instead of riches could save the Consortium huge sums of money. If you’d ever wanted to know the value of a human life, the nobles of Tear were literally gathered to negotiate its cash value.

  The Aurelians accepted the proposal, of course – accepting human women, rather than gold or riches.

  They made only one counter-proposal – the condition that the noble families themselves would come watch the selection proceedings.

  Perhaps it was their way of gaining some kind of twisted honor – to have the families of the planet’s most high-ranking officials witness the celebration of their victory, and the price of their services. The Aurelian’s twisted condition was the only reason I’d allow myself to be subjected to this humiliation – of watching the poor women of our world be sold off into slavery to those brutal Aurelian warriors.

  They saved my life… I should be grateful… But I hate those misogynistic bastards.

  They accepted the council’s proposition without any hesitation. They’re even worse than the Aurelians who’d previously been stationed on this pla
net. Those imperious bastards might have cared only for growing their harems, but at least those Aurelians let the women choose to join them...

  “Those poor women,” whispers Jenna.

  My father snaps his fingers at me. “Control your maidservant, Lezena. You look weak when she speaks out of turn.”

  I narrow my eyes angrily. My father never misses an opportunity to bring me down a peg.

  Sensing my humiliation, Jenna turns red. I pat her thigh gently, to let her know that I’m not angry with her. If it wasn’t for Jenna, I’d feel so alone. I’m glad to have someone to share in my anger at my father with.

  “It’s just business, Lezena,” my father blusters. “It’s just business. Everything is, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can lift our family from low-noble to noble. Your grandchildren could be high nobles, one day!”

  My father sounds greedy when he says that – imagining such a thing to cement his legacy, not for the benefit of any of my hypothetical grandchildren.

  He’s a fool, though. I know that our family will never get past low-noble. We’re too new – too rough around the edges. My father was only elevated to the ranks of low-noble because we found huge deposits of Liquidium, and the Consortium thought it would be easier to control my father by bringing him into their fold. They were right, of course. He’s now blinded by the illusion of prestige, and doesn’t understand that he’s being used.

  That’s why he voted to support the council’s proposition – something he would never have done when he was just a lowly commoner; one of the people who’d be impacted by what was tantamount to slavery. The little power he’s been granted has made him forget decency and humanity – as it has the rest of the noble families.