Page 9 of The Omega's Unexpected Bounty
I slowly walked back to the underground dojo, not to exercise away my frustrations but to wait for a message. It was one of the few places where I knew I could speak in private. The thick stone around me provided a barrier as did the security shield against other ears. Almost as soon as I entered, I heard Rodion’s heavy footsteps approach. His thick red spirals were dry and lightly bounced over his head. A dark freckled face frowned when he saw me.
“That’s not a good look,” I said. “What troubles you? The ‘private’ meeting or something else?” A competent Security Chief knows what’s going on even in the private meetings, so it never bothered me that he listened discreetly. There was following the rules and then going with what was practical. I preferred the latter.
He returned the smile quickly and then reset his stoic demeanor. “You can guess my opinion of the meeting.”
My voice lowered as did my expression. “You found nobody.” Perhaps it could be a question, but I said it as it was an absolute fact.
“I’ve used my contacts around our empire both legal and otherwise. All Femeni and Omegas are promised to others. The Soturi are not willing to give up their claim. Those that are not in the system are far...”
“Too young,” I finished.
His gazed darted to the side. “Othersolutionswouldn’t be viable, would they?”
My eyebrows rose as I stared back. Volardi are known for many things, but we speak as warriors; direct with force as if it were a Vibro-Blade against an enemy’s neck. We never ‘beat around’ as the Earthlings would say. Yet, my friend did.
He said it so quietly I wondered if I heard it at all. “Transformations?”
I should’ve said no quickly, but instead, I bit my lip in thought. We think of ourselves as practical. Survival at all costs would’ve destroyed us from within. What was there to live for if not values? When we first found the Earthlings, we initiated the repopulation program. We didn’t take their Femeni or women as they called them. It would have solved the baby issue and cost our honor in return.
The women belonged to their planet, but men who wouldn’t give birth was a viable path. We left the child bearers alone and kept our values. They couldn’t give birth until we changed them away from Earth. Eons back the Mad Emperor transformed Femeni and Dara embryos into Soturi so we would have more soldiers for conquest. Nearly all of them ended up mutated both in body and mind.
Changing the Humans was uncomfortably close but allowed us to keep our Volardi morals. A middle path between practicality and learning from the lessons of the past. With very minor exceptions, Volardi do not change our sex. Those that do are unfortunately exiled or treated worse than the Femeni of old. I saw nothing wrong with the transformations aspeople, but they invoked the memories of the Mad Emperor and suffered prejudice for it. Such a person would be in public and expected to rule while they were despised.In another life perhaps, but not a royal one.
He took my head shake as an answer, and his gaze went down to the dojo floor. “Then my liege and friend, there is none.”
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Chapter Six
CAAN
“All right, little Omega,” squealed the thick, dirty man. “Time to split your ass open and get you used to my dick and the other men.”
And you’re a miner. With those words, you should have been a poet.
Despite my inner snark, I felt my heart race as he kneaded his cock slow under his underwear. Why he didn’t want to show it yet, I could only speculate at. Maybe it was some psychological torture to make me sweat while I waited.
My fingers dug into the dirty sheets, and I slowed down my breathing. Was I afraid? That was a good question. With my sex, there’s always the chance someone would try to overpower me. It’s not lack of confidence, just a proper mindset for an uncaring galaxy. I’ve seen plenty of fellow bounty hunters who thought they were untouchable. They learned a new lesson after lead, knife, claws or a fist goes through their head, belly or balls.
Despite a supreme effort to control my body, I smelled the sugary, muggy musk from my slick. All things to protect my entrance and yet that might get me into an unwanted situation. I attracted Soturi with my smell, and it’s why I avoided them and used nanite suppressants. I think other species found it pleasant enough. The full, curved cock that tented his underwear suggested as much.
His underwear pulled down slow over the fat bulbous end. He was gifted there and surprisingly clean. Instead of making his erection look nice, it made the rest of him looked more monstrous and filthier.
Memories of old nightmares flickered into my mind. I’m sure he interpreted my heavy breathing as fear or admiration for his package. It wasn’t that. This was so close to what I felt before, and I swear I could hear the cries from my nightmares.Is it?My eyes closed as I concentrated on the noise from outside the room. Never saw fit to install an audio implant. Saw a guy once with a modified unit or rather his exploded ear and chunks of his head when it malfunctioned. Didn’t care to repeat his mistake. Mine was away from my brain and wouldn’t kill me if it broke.
I failed. Time to call it.
His thick hairy leg pushed against my own, and my eyes flickered open.Interesting...It’s rare for another man to get the drop on me. Yet behind Mister Leader’s mole covered shoulder, I saw him: the person I came to rescue and test. His lips pressed tightly before he spoke. “L-Leave him alone.”
Faster than I would’ve thought possible for somebody of his bulk, Mister Leader turned and backhanded my father. His face twisted in agony and a thin trickle of blood left his nose.
Mister Leader clenched his fist. “Damn you’re getting soft. I didn’t hit youthathard.”
“No more…,” whispered my father. I assumed he cried, but after a few seconds, I heard his laugh grow while a smile raised on the side of his face while blood dripped over his quivering lips. With every hoot, thumps of mining equipment pounded dirt outside, and my bed squeaked. Maybe he was crying, but there was laughter mixed in. The thuds behind grew faster while dust rained down from the walls.
No way...
I’ve seen plenty of things as a bounty hunter, both on New Texas and out in the galaxy. Someone said you can experience something new every day if you’re lucky. I make my own luck, but I saw something I never saw before. A rusted collection of brown pipes, black tubes and multicolored electrical wiring in the shape of an arm and hand tore through the far wall with a screech and electronic laugh. Metal split, then rubbed against metal while my father’s face continued to shake.
