His to Claim: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance - Taylor Vaughn Page 0,85

specs I was given before the emperor’s men loaded it on to my ship, this cargo container is big enough to hold nearly a thousand colonists. It will be a tight squeeze, but I plan to cull at least that in our first raid of New Terrhan.

However, the container now houses only one sole human. A human I plan to fuck while I wait for N’Ure to return and fulfill his promise to escort us to the New Terrhan planet.

Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later. The cloaking technology we have been using to stay hidden within this system was designed for battles of no more than a few hours. It’s been days since we arrived at the prime minister’s coordinates. And without a precedent, I fear the tech could give out on us at any moment….

However, that worry and all others fade away when I find the human asleep in the first cage beyond the door.

She is fully covered in Xalthurian clothing, but the sheer material does little to hide her body’s generous curves. My eyes greedily take in her large mammary glands, wide hips, and rounded jaw.

Kaidorian females are built strong and muscular and only take on a slight amount of fat in the hips once in their lifetime to bear a baby. But this human has so much fat on her body, it appears soft. Like the pillow I often hump into to relieve myself on the long stretches between pleasure station visits.

My cock strains as I unlock her cage and let myself in, pulsating so hard, I can tell it is preparing to release a claiming spray. Obviously, it will stop once I’m inside of her and it senses she is already pregnant. But now as I gaze upon the female whose body seems to have been truly crafted by her species’ creator for breeding, it quivers in anticipation. For she is even more exquisite than the many rumors I have heard about her kind.

“Yea…” I whisper, pushing my pants down to my ankles. “Our emperor will be most pleased.”

Almost as pleased as I am about to be…

The human suddenly sits up, her fist drawing back, as if one as small as she could really hurt one as large as m—

My mind nearly blacks with pain when the little female punches me in my cock. My cock of all places. Then darts out of the cage.

I fall to the ground cupping my cock. I have never in all my life as both an raider and a warrior felt such pain. It takes me many, many long minutes to recover.

But eventually I regain my ability to move. Then I stalk out of the cargo container after her.

I will find that wretched human female, and when I do, I will make sure to deal her as much pain as she gave me.

25

Kira

As I watch the tremendous horned monster aliens search the ship for me from my hiding place in one of the shuttle bay’s air ducts, I thank the moons for clocking way too much time in the colony ship’s viewing room while growing up.

Old planet entertainments are full of women kneeing and punching males in the dick to defend themselves, but I still can’t believe that actually worked. Or the old hide in an airduct trick for that matter—which unlike the suite at the Xalthurian palace, this cargo ship actually has.

However, old planet entertainments are pretty much all I have to be grateful for at the moment. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hide in this air duct. And, not going to lie, watching the monster alien captain stomp around the ship, shouting about how he’ll let whoever finds me first have me for a full day after he’s done with me, doesn’t inspire much hope.

Everyone seems to have joined the search, from the captain and other males dressed in leather uniforms to males with much smaller horns, wearing grey coveralls. I think they might be worker bees in charge of maintenance or something.

They’re much smaller than the other Kaidorians, but they scare me the most. Instead of fruitlessly searching the same places over and over again like other members of the crew, five of the small horns keep gathering underneath my air duct to pitch hypotheses about where I might be. After agreeing to one plan of action, they fan out for a prescribed amount of time, then regather to pitch more ideas. That’s a little too clever for my hiding for dear life