Page 7 of Fresh Flesh

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Maisie

My first lookat the valley Mlarx, Joras, and Lurg call home comes from high up in the sky, riding in the open air shuttle. Trails of smoke drift up from human cookfires. From what I can see, an electrified fence corrals the humans within the general confines of the valley.

They’ve built sod huts for themselves, and near as I can tell they are left alone…until it’s time for the Grengorans to select some for feeding, that is.

A relatively small arena occupies the center of the human encampment, with the fencing arranged so that Grengorans can gain ingress without having to mingle with the humans if they don’t want to. I shudder slightly at the sight of the arena. That’s one place I don’t want to go.

Mlarx is grouchy. Lurg seems more sympathetic, if a bit focused. But so far I think Joras is my best bet to keep myself off of the dinner plate. I glance over at him, and catch his golden eyes watching me. He quickly averts his gaze, but it’s too late. I know what he was doing, and I know what he was thinking.

It’s just a turn of good fortune for me that the best way to keep myself from being eaten also happens to be the most fun.

The shuttle lands outside the fence, near a series of structures built to house the Grengorans. Once we land, Mlarx and Lurg get out of the vehicle while Joras unbuckles my crash webbing.

“Take her to the house,” Lurg says, gesturing at the biggest dwelling in the Gregorian settlement. Like all of their structures, it has a harsh sort of beauty to it. The sheer metal walls have fearsome stylized murals laser etched into them, mostly featuring Grengorans slaughtering other beings.

“Come on, you,” Joras says, trying to sound stern but I can tell his heart isn’t into it. He grabs my hair but doesn’t pull all that hard as he herds me into the house. The door slides to the side upon our approach and her ushers me inside.

I look around at the dwelling, and it would probably be nice if not for the fact it’s so completely trashed. Three bachelors have definitely been staying here for a while.

I grunt behind the gag, and Joras loosens it at last.

“What did you say, human?”

“I said, nice place.” I work my jaw as he unlocks the manacles from my wrists.

“You are in no position to make pointed remarks,” he growls, grabbing me by the arm. “You are alive only because we want you…that is, we want you to work for us.”

Freudian slip, there. I try not to smile and mostly fail.

“You can start by cleaning this place up like Lurg said.”

I look around and find a human dustpan and broom, as well as a roll of trash bags. It looks like they raided an old discount store to decorate their home. Well, except for the bearskin rug. That looks like something they did themselves.

I’m glad they don’t use human skins for decoration. I’ve seen some Grengorans who do.

I work at the tedious task of cleaning up their dirty house, while Joras watches my every move. I can feel his gaze on me. I know what’s on his mind. It’s on my mind, too.

“So, where are the other guys?” I ask as I dump a load of detritus into the garbage can.

“Mlarx is preparing for his sojourn to headquarters, and Lurg no doubt will be working late as well. He has reports to make, and duty rosters to fill out.”

“It’s just the two of us, then,” I say as I bend over to sweep up old, shed scales from the floor. I can feel his eyes on my bottom, and maybe I bend over a little further than I need to.

I straighten up and all of the sudden he’s just there, right on top of me.

“The sun has long since set,” he growls. “It’s time to go to bed.”

“Where are you going to make me sleep?” I ask. I’m sort of worried about having to sleep on the floor, or even outside.

“In my chambers.”

He drags me along roughly to his room and pushes me through the door. I turn around to face him, and undress, never breaking eye contact.

Joras shrugs out of his uniform and comes to me. He grabs me by the arms and kisses me deep, stealing away my breath. I surrender to his embrace, exulting in how it feels to be manhandled by this hot, super turned on alien warrior.

He pushes me back until I fall onto the bed. Joras growls as he crawls between my thighs. My gaze darts to his scaled cock, swollen and throbbing, a drop of moisture gleaming on the end.

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