Page 4 of Free Beast Mate

Chapter Two

Amoris

Noneof us beasts suspected humans would organize. We liked them secluded from one another, each community fending for itself. We enjoyed the power of knowing we could buy any women we wanted, whether a pair or not, it didn’t matter as long as we secured power in our hands. Women powered the world, something we had believed human males didn’t understand. Oh, but they understood, all right. Looking back, I could see they’d fucked us and fucked with us. Well, in all fairness, they just fucked me, not all beast males. Bitter much? You bet.

I snatched a towel from the chair and dragged it down my chest. Two hundred push-ups done. Next? Sit-ups. I lay down on the cold floor of my comfortable prison and tightened my abs. Damn, I’d never been in better shape in all my life. Not even those years when Jamie forced me to give up the booze. I lasted for over a decade, but then I went back to Tineya for my final mission to retrieve a beast female before my father, Alpha Nie, beheaded her for rebelling. Instead of rescuing a female, I got stuck with that sad excuse of a royal ass, Torrent, son of the High Priest of Tineya.

Naturally, I had to take him to a brothel. Also naturally, I got us drunk. Otherwise, I feared he’d never see a pussy in his life. Me? Oh, I’d seen as many pussies as I could, had fucked my way through the brothel, leaving my dick sore and used for days. Then I dragged his ass across the galaxy so he could serve as High Priest of Earth. What had the asshole done? Joined the warrior ranks. Fucking Vice let him, so a total waste. Much like me. A waste of air in the prison.

One night, a little over three years ago, we celebrated our one hundred and forty-one years on Earth, and I had way too much fun over in the beast compound. I took to the sky for a joyride. Beasts surrounded me. At the time, I thought Jamie had sent them after me. He hated that I flew high above all the traffic while drinking. It turned out those beasts were fucking traitors. They knocked me out, and I awoke in this very place, my one-bedroom apartment with steel walls I couldn’t break and not a ray of sunshine in sight. I’d been here ever since.

One hundred and fifty sit-ups.

I leapt up and headed for the shower.

The booze had made me stupid, so I quit drinking sometime last year. Of the three of us in charge of Earth, I was the weakest link. Jamie was Alpha Beast, so humans avoided him like the plague. Vice was way too smart for ninety percent of the population. He’d never get captured. Me? I whored and drank and occasionally brought a beast or two from Tineya, never failing to whore and drink while on the job. I loved my life.

Even now, I couldn’t complain about the accommodations. In fact, Tom and his goonies went out of their way to make me feel at home. I had my own bathroom, bedroom, and a living area. They supplied me with booze and as much pussy as I could fuck. Not any pussy either. Virgin pussy. And that was my curse.

A whoosh sounded. The outer door of my prison slid open.

Ah. The girls came early today. Yay! I rolled my eyes. Better put on some clothes. My favorite girl hadn’t brought me clean laundry yet. I’d have to wait until Tuesday, one of the two best days in my week.

The second door clicked but didn’t open, and the fucker who brought the girls knocked on the bars. I didn’t know why the asshole bothered with knocking when I couldn’t refuse him entry. “Fuck off,” I said. Cursing was akin to a crime around here. It irritated the crap out of Men of Earth, especially Adam, Tom’s man assigned as my watcher. And for as long as I stayed here, my purpose revolved around irritating the crap out of everyone. According to my father, Alpha Nie, I was real good at that.

With a used towel around my body, I sat on my chair just as Adam opened the door and brought in this Sunday’s virgins. He wore a black tunic, full leather armor my claws couldn’t pierce, and a lovely scar over his pretty-boy face. Last year, I’d mauled him and almost escaped. And I would have escaped had I not smelled the finest pussy on Earth hiding in the closet outside my prison. I didn’t want the owner of the fine pussy to see me devour Adam, ’cause, ya know, first impressions and all that. In any case, Adam cried like a baby. I almost felt sorry for the asshole. Almost, and just before he jabbed me with electricity that put me in veggie state for two months.

Adam stepped aside so I could see Tom’s Sunday sacrifice to me. The girls wore white dresses. They always wore white cotton dresses, the cotton thin so that I could see every curve of their perfect bodies. The girls brought tonight were lovely. One, a tall brunette with perky little tits and mile-long legs, kept her eyes on the floor. The other girl, shorter, with big tits, a caramel complexion, and kinky raven hair, couldn’t peel her wide brown eyes off my body. Yeah, I was that hot.

I winked at her. “Hello, ladies. How’s life treating you?”

“Good, thank you, my lord,” they said in unison.

Under my towel, my dick stirred. Because hey? My lord. A courtesy of my being the third son of Alpha Nie. Didn’t know why Tom made them address me in a formal manner, but I couldn’t say I minded. He wanted something from me. Something sinister. I was sure of it since they’d started calling me my lord since last summer. I just needed to figure out what that something was. Not that I could do anything about it while trapped in here. But still, I wanted to know. Curiosity that killed the beast and all that. Meanwhile, they could call me lord all they liked.

I inhaled, could smell their virginal pussy heat from this distance of ten feet as they walked inside and pressed their backs to the cage’s wall. Adam stayed by the door, kept it wide open to tempt me into doing something about it. I wouldn’t.

Zivot Maka, our Great Mother, must’ve cursed me. Not just with putting me in prison, but she also tempted me, tested my weakness. See, I liked human women. In a sadistic way. Their small pussies with their little labia were made for big dicks that barely fit inside. I loved women of all shapes and sizes. If it had a pussy and a nice wet mouth that could wrap around my big cock, I’d fuck it. So now the Great Mother gave me more women than I ever imagined I could fuck.

The thing about the pussy Tom supplied, though? I didn’t want it. Crazy shit. Never thought I’d reject pussy in my life. I wondered why he’d serve me his human women. I could only come up with one reason. They wanted me to mate. Seeing as Tom led this community, made all these ignorant people believe he was their god, his word a command, he must’ve ordered them to bring me the girls in heat so I couldn’t refuse the one who happened to be my mate.

I would do precisely the opposite.

I wouldn’t touch my mate.

They didn’t even know I’d already found her.

However, if I straight out rejected the girls, it would be out of character for me, and Tom might suspect something was amiss. “Approach me,” I told them. “Do it before you lose your nerve and pee yourselves on my fine floor.”

The girls might pee just because I spoke.

I glanced at Adam. “Tell them.”

Adam snorted at my tone. It was an order. I wasn’t asking him. Cautious, he backed out to the first layer of my prison walls, made of ten-inch-thick steel bars. I stood and stretched, letting my towel drop on the floor so they could take a real good look at my big cock.

“You ever read Little Red Riding Hood?” I asked.

They both nodded, eyes on my dick.

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