Page 43 of Pandora: Alien Games

I would need May’s help. If she were female, I could have persuaded her to help me. But May was an in between, a highly revered dual sex creature, and as such immune to my charms. Oh, well. If seduction won’t work, I’ll beg her to help. She is my only hope to teach Pandora how to survive the Games. The fact that she already risked her life to bring me into the palace showed that she cared about Pandora, too.

Pandora

I dreamed of Ashok. Only instead of seeing him, I kept seeing a mélange between his and Van’s face while hearing Hecla’s voice. It was confusing and I woke up feeling sick and low.

Life used to be easy. I used to get out of my small, shared cabin when my sleeping time was over, knowing that another poor soul was going to sleep in the same bed and on the same sheets. There was no water or energy left to spare to wash anything. The purification process left the sheets clean but they never felt cozy. On the space station I was nobody, a tech who was good at fixing things. Van was somebody—the son of the chief of security, the most handsome guy on the station, and one of the few who had his own bunk and his own cabin. Each time I snuck into his cabin, it was the most luxurious thing around because he even had a window looking out toward the endless darkness of frozen space.

Today I woke up in real luxury, though I still missed the oasis, the tents, and my time with the Anubis. Especially with Ashok, But also with Edoo, Hassym…. Why was I thinking of him now? He was against me. He always kept his distance, even when the other guys and I tried to communicate or made fun of the fact that we had such difficulty understanding each other.

Hassym’s rugged, wild good looks entered my mind. Remembering the feeling of his mouth on my ass when he bit me got me wet. He was not sweet. He was not gentle. The way he looked at me when he thought I didn’t notice. The way he allowed his gaze to slip over my body. It made me hot. I craved him. Maybe he craved me. I imagined how it would feel to have him spanking me and biting down on my meaty, round ass before pushing me down on all four and fucking me wildly from behind. Heat and need pooled between my legs. I didn’t feel ashamed by my desire. Instead, I slipped my fingers between my moist pussy lips and pleasured myself until I came.

A knock on the door made me jump. An unknown person pushed the door open and threw a long dress next to me on the bed.

“Get up and get dressed. And for the God’s, fucking hurry.” My rude fight trainer Hass was inside my bedroom.

“Are you allowed to talk to me like that? Am I not the one announced by the prophecy and should be treated with deep reverence?”

Hass jumped on top of me. His long claws dug deep into the flesh on my wrists. I wore a thin robe the color of the sky that did a poor job of concealing my hard nipples.

“Listen to me, Pandora Sky, and listen well. I’m your only chance to survive the Games inside the Pyramid of Doom. You either do as I tell you or you’ll be on your own.”

My eyes looked on his. It was there again, the feeling that he was familiar.

“Why? Why do you care if I live or die? Did you bet on me or something?”

The Bastet male swallowed. I could see the Anubis under the sweeter form of Bastet.

His long lashes covered his huge, onyx-colored eyes. “Stubborn woman! I care because I claimed you, I bit your ass. Remember?”

My knee kicked him in the dick, both of them, before I had time to make a conscious decision. He was on the floor in pain. I took one of the small daggers I used to cut fruit and jumped on his chest, the dagger against his throat.

“Hassym, you ass! You made it clear to me repeatedly you don’t care if I live or die. Why are you here? Is this some perverted game you’re playing with me? Do you want to make sure I don’t enjoy my last days?”

He held both his dicks. I had no idea if it hurt as much as it did for human males but, if I read his expression right, he was in pain.

“Can you please stop threatening me with that fruit dagger?”

“No!”

“We both know you won’t stab me.”

“How can you be so sure? I don’t like you.”

“I don’t like you either.”

“Then why are you trying to help me?”

Hassym said nothing but stared into my eyes. I had grown used to his purple, cold orbs. But the onyx eyes in his Bastet form melted me. I threw the knife away and stood up. “Why do I waste my time fighting with you?”

Hassym was on his feet, his large hands on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t fight with me, only if it turns you on. You want to be spanked and discipled a bit.”

I blushed. Heat spread through my body and made my clit throb. Images of Hassym spreading me open and spanking me invaded my mind. Why didn’t he show me that he was interested sooner? It wouldn’t have changed anything, though.

“I don’t trust you. Why should I?”

“I want to claim you and fuck you raw. I want you as my mate, you crazy little human female. That’s why I want to keep you alive. That’s the reason. It’s stronger than all other reasons. Want. Need. Lust.”

His rock-hard body pressed mine against the wall. Both his erect cocks pressed against my silky white robe and my wet pussy. I bit my lower lip and stared at him, lost for words. Almost unable to move.

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