Page 13 of Breed

“I wish you’d stop speaking,” I mutter under my breath. I’m being much sassier than I was before. Maybe that’s because I’m acting up in front of Avel. Maybe it’s because unpleasant memories have resulted in unpleasant feelings. Or maybe I’m just getting braver as I get used to being captive. Who knows.

In spite of the fact that I mumbled, Shan hears me.

“You little…”

He growls the words, and I know he is going to smack me again. This time, however, I am finally ready. I don’t have to fear his punishment because I have my suit.

BANG!

My smoke grenade goes off in a flash of light, followed by thick plumes of smoke. They’re purple. A personal touch. Most go for a simple white, or maybe an ominous black, but I like the extra disorienting effect of a color nobody expected.

I attempt to dash past Avel. That seems like the way out. The only way out. But I don’t get more than a few steps before I’m grabbed again.

“How!?” I exclaim in annoyance.

The saurians are coughing and spluttering, understandably. I have the mask filter from my suit pulled up over my nose and mouth, so I am immune to the effects of my own smoke in the meantime.

It takes several minutes for the dust to settle. I am held the entire time in the most embarrassing grip, yanked hard against Shan’s chest, one of his arms around my midsection, the other up and around between my thighs. As soon as the charge dissipates, I feel those hands rip the suit from me. This time he is not careful. This time he snaps the zip and pulls the whole thing off over my boots in a yanking motion that is not at all pleasant.

He shoves it over to Avel.

“Take this, please. If she is able to take it from my safe, I don’t want it in my possession. Also, we should keep it out of Wrath’s grip if it all possible too.”

Avel takes the suit, regarding me with a grave expression.

“She’s going to be a handful. Perhaps you should surrender her to my custody now.”

“Can’t. Wrath is going to want to see her well fucked, and that’s no less than she deserves. I need to get her back where she belongs. I need to get myself back as well. It’s time I followed through on a few things.”

I can hear the shift in his tone, and I know it does not bode well for me. He used to feel sorry for me. Now he’s going to fuck me as punishment. I start quivering from the inside out, the tightness in my chest and belly transferring to my pussy. I am clenching on an alien cock that is not yet inside me but will be. I can hear the promise of my ravaging in every word he says.

I am about to be dragged away in shame to be punished for making Shan look less than perfectly competent in front of Avel. I am guessing Shan always has everything perfectly under control. And I know he’s clearly living a dangerous double life. He must be stressed as hell. I can only imagine what Wrath would do to him if he knew this little conversation was happening.

Shan’s problems aside, I still have one chance to make an appeal to Avel. Maybe he’s more reasonable. I know he holds rank in the saurian hierarchy.

“Please, Enforcer Avel, we need Captain Raine back. We need her back now. It’s a mess up on the ship. There’s roller-skates everywhere.”

“Roller-skates?”

“They’re where you put wheels on your shoes. But it’s not just the skates. It’s the general chaos. Nobody knows what they’re doing, and everybody is doing whatever they want, and none of us can go anywhere. We need our captains back, please, if you’re done with them. There’s only so many times you can ravage them… right?” I let my words sort of fade out around the part where I’m referencing the wild sex we witnessed some of.

The big purple alien, Avel, looks at me with what I’d best call a sort of bemused indulgence. “We have no intention of returning your captains. However, you are all free to surrender to our custody.”

“I don’t think we all want to be ravaged by wild saurians, so…”

Again, I say what some would call the quiet part, out loud.

“Human!” Shan snaps what he seems to think I am called.

“I already told you. My name is Lettie,” I say. “Just so you can stop yelling my species at me. Feels rude.”

I see Avel smirk. Shan does not look even a little bit amused. Shan looks big and green and severe. I feel the kind of tremor I am only used to feeling when I’ve really annoyed a captain — which is rare, because I’m not the sort of person who usually really annoys people. I tend to try to do my job to the best of my ability and keep everybody in charge happy. Being a reluctant captive is not easy. It puts me at odds with authority, and I’m not used to that.

“Disrespectful little warmblooded beast,” he says. “You will learn.”

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful. I’m just trying to get my captains back so we can all escape and live happily ever after.” I turn back to Avel. “If you could let them know that I was looking for them, that might help.”

“Help in what way, Lettie?” There’s a certain indulgence in Avel’s tone. At least he has some humor about the whole thing. A lot more than Shan does, that’s for sure.

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