Page 5 of Bred By Fafnir

He’s far more intimidating than I’d even imagined, while his severe, albeit grumpy looking, face is entirely human, it's unnaturally handsome. Sharp eyes, a strong nose and jaw framed by long and furred deer like ears, only one poking out from behind his hair. They are more narrow and sharper, though. Appropriate to the rest of the large man, clad in only a loincloth and some kind of leather covering on his hulking forearms. His chest is bare save for a symbol on his left side andleather straps crossing his chest. Even the miniature version of him is large and imposing.

The Bhaurnul are a berserker species of alien, and suddenly, the B grade makes perfect sense. Berserker types are known to be extremely violent and difficult to control. They are often pay-to-kill soldiers contracted by other planets to help them win wars.

Sensing the nature of my thoughts, the female speaks up. “Fafnir is not the first of his kind of contract with us, specifically through the use of human breeders. All contracts ended well, with positive reviews from both parties.” She assures me, ortriesto.

“Wait, has he already agreed to match with me?”

She frowns. “He selectedyou; all our clients are given a pool of potential candidates to choose from.” She says it like it was something I should’ve known. Judging by the pointed glare she sends her mate, itwassomething I should’ve known.

A deep flush spreads to my cheeks, tucking my hair behind my ears as I glance at his holo video playing on a loop. It's just him glaring at the space in front of him, slightly adjusting his stance. One of his long-structured ears twitches. “How many other candidates were there?” It’s a stupid question, one that shouldn’t matter.

One thatdoesn’tmatter, but still, I hold my breath while I wait for her response.

“We typically compile a group of fifty females based on comfort agreements and other various factors. Fafnir was in quite a rush. After he selected you, he paid handsomely to have all of this expedited.”

I stare at her, worried my eyes will bug out of my skull. The oddest and most irrational swarm of butterflies lighting my stomach. Her smile grows far too wide to look anything other than predatory, but I feel no ill will from her. “Shall we proceed, then?”

I take a steadying breath as I nod.

I’m going to be fucked by a giant alien warrior that wears a loincloth. In the grand scheme of things, the loincloth isn’t really the point, but still, maybe this would feel less imposing if he were wearing, I don’t know, like khakis?

“Place your thumb here and we’ll move on to the joint agreements!” She all but coos in her odd underwater voice. When she claps excitedly, it sounds like two Jello packets fighting. I wonder if he has a food replicator. Probably not. We didn’t have one, but our neighbor did. Mom used to pay him a couple of credits so we could use it on special occasions. Another new wave of apprehension fills me. I’m definitely not a picky eater. I just love food and, like everyone else, I have my favorites. If Old Earth had anything going for it, it was the media and the food.

Our agreement locks in place, and my mind all but shudders to a screeching halt when she rises, motioning me to follow her. My legs are wooden as I stand, taking in the warm, yellowing tone of the office walls before they are again traded for corridors of metal. My eyes snap to my shoes as we approach the meeting room, the glass walls already misted in the privacy setting.

I’m so lost in my panicked thoughts that I don’t notice when they stop, slamming into the back of the male. My entire body revolts as I don’t simply bounce off him but pressintohim, jerking back and frowning down at the pickle green slime now marring my dress.

My head slams up, an apology on my tongue, but her hand snaps out, fusing with his side, making him hiss in pain. Eyes wide as I stumble back.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He gripes at her, glaring down at his mate, who looks one moment away from… doing whatever it was she did to him again.

“She wasinsideyou,” she seethes.

He throws out his arms, making themblopagainst his sides. “It wasn’t my fault!”

Her arm snaps out in another attack he seems to tolerate, although I don’t miss his wince. “You should have moved!”

“To where, my love?”

He has a point; there’s literally nowhere else for him to go, and this was… definitely my fault, but this seems like athemargument and I’m not about to interject.

“The nearest trash chute so I can shoot your gelatinous ass into—"

A deep voice clears their throat, making my attention snap up, lifting on my toes to look over the fighting Oozarians in front of me to see that the door is open.

The door isopen.

My eyes flash wide as I fall back to the soles of my feet. Even now, I can see his curved horns nearly scraping the ceiling of the room.

Oh god.

Oh, my god.

“Fafnir, thank you for waiting!” Her mate rushes out, no doubt in a hurry to get away from his still glaring female as he glides into the room.

She waits for me, scowling at my soiled dress and sick roils in my gut at the tacky feel of it. I move past her, wondering if my family will still be paid if I don’t make it off port. The room itself is wide and tall, but he's still forced to hunch inside it. My eyes trail upward again, noting scratches on the ceiling where their severe looking points have etched the metal.

He watches me impassively as I enter the room, roving over every inch of my flesh before his brow furrows deeper at the slime coating the left side of my skin and dress. My cheeks flame as our eyes meet,gnawing on my bottom lip before I turn to the Oozarians. I can’t decide if it's ruder to wipe it off or keep it there.

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