Page 23 of Abducting Sarah

The door opened. Deacon was nude and Sarah was on the bed, covered by his fur, her eyes huge with shock.

He grinned and said, “Welcome, friends, come in.”

But she was not as happy as her groom. “What is going on, Deacon?”

“The pomp,” he said, tipping his head at her. “Do you not have the pomp on Earth?”

The door closed behind us, sealing us in. I felt as trapped as Sarah looked.

She said, “Pomp on Earth means you celebrate. What does it mean here?”

“The same thing.”

She nibbled anxiously on her bottom lip. “Then why are your friends here when I’m naked?”

Deacon frowned and waved a hand impatiently between them. “To celebrate, as you said. I don’t understand why I keep having to explain everything many times.”

Because I was well aware of the various miscommunications between earthly beings and aliens, I tried to explain the situation to my friend. “Celebrations on Earth are different than for Ladrians, Deacon.” I walked toward the bed, but Sarah visibly shrank back from me, so I stopped. “Sarah, the pomp after a union means Deacon will share you with us.”

She gasped, her jaw dropping in shock. “Share?”

“We are here to fuck you, little human,” Kapok growled as he stripped.

She stared at me, her eyes begging me to deny his response. But I nodded and averted my own gaze instead so I didn’t have to see the fear written all over her face.

Sarah shifted her gaze to Deacon. “Youwantto share me?”

“That is the way of things,” he said and shrugged, because itwasa Ladrian custom. “After a union, the consort is shared with the partner’s friends and employees. This way, if she were to become pregnant right away, no one knows who the father is of her first born, and they all work to protect the child, and you as well.”

She looked appalled. “You haveallthis technology, but you can’t do a paternity test?”

I quickly interjected. “We can. We choose not to, in order to preserve the tradition. It keeps bonds strong between our people, the classed and the unclassed. This way, there are no revolts and less abuse between us.”

Deacon tried to brush my cynicism under the rug. “But that’s not the only reason why we do it. We do it, because it is a beautiful tradition.”

She sat up, keeping the fur over her chest and ran her fingers through her hair, tousled from her first round of sex with Deacon. “So, you want me to have sex with all of these guys—”

“Not me,” Tiger said, shaking his head. “I’m only here to watch.”

“And you think that’s beautiful?”

Deacon smiled and nodded. “Yes. Very much. I want to see you with them. I am aroused by the thought of it.”

That much was plain for all of us to see. Kapok was, too, and I wondered how this small human would accommodate our kind.But since Deacon seemed as though he had already taken her, I knew she could do it.

I told Sarah, “If you would prefer I didn’t, I won’t—”

“I will.” Kapok eagerly leapt between us and started at her feet. He picked her up by her ankles, leaving her shoulders on the bed and making the fur drop from her body. She gasped as he licked her feet. “So small.” Then he let go, and her legs fell straight down onto the bed. He parted them as he climbed onto her body. “I’ve never had a human before.”

She squeaked in surprise. “That’s not how we like it—”

“I’ve fantasized about how I would take one, though.” He lifted her hips up and his cock pressed against her entrance. “I’ve always wanted to make one scream with pleasure.” He thrust into Sarah, making her scream.

It was not a happy scream of ecstasy.

I grabbed his shoulder and ripped him back from her, pulling his cock out, too. He rocked back onto his knees and growled at me. “What are you doing, Jac? I am doing my job.”

But Sarah crawled back from him, trying hopelessly to yank the fur out from beneath his weight so she could cover herself.

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