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"Wild Heat"
Rochelle Dasing, a Vherokior pilot, transmitted to the Vagabond flying closest to her, “I don’t like the looks of this. The planet is supposed to be uninhabited, but I’m reading humanoid lifesigns.”
Her second in command, Amadi Bello, a Brutor with an imposing figure, responded, “Come on, Commander. I’ve never known anything to strike fear in your heart. We’re just here to investigate the deaths of those pilots that were stranded here a few weeks ago.”
Rochelle sighed deeply, “I hope you’re right.” She opened up communications to the entire fleet, “We’re going in. Slowly. We don’t know what’s down there.”
The fleet landed in an open field. Arming themselves, Rochelle motioned for them to move towards the site of the murders. Amadi came up next to her, “You got that chill too, huh?”
Rochelle nodded, “Yes, I did. Something isn’t right here.” She signaled to one flank to head into some dense underbrush. Suddenly, screams erupted from the brush. Rochelle looked at Amadi as something hard came down on the side of Rochelle’s head and her world went dark.
Rochelle groggily returned to consciousness. All of the women in her party were tied to stakes, arms upraised; the men nowhere to be seen. She tugged at her bonds, cursing. A rustling came from nearby and Rochelle quickly feigned unconsciousness.
“More of them! We are no longer safe here.” The voice was gruff, almost animalistic.
“As always, I agree with you, Luka, but our leader does not.”
“I will challenge him!” The voice belonging to Luka almost howled out.
A third voice joined them, “Always talk, Luka. You know I would strike you down with one blow!” Luka whimpers. The person, thing, must have struck him, thought Rochelle.
“Now, Lupine, tell me. What have you done with the men?”
The first voice coughed, “I have done with them what we always do with the men.”
“Good. I will mark two women for myself. The rest, you may give to the others to do with as they wish.” Rochelle heard him circle round her group. One female, Sarrah, let out a small whimper. Rochelle tried to remain still as he stopped in front of her. Searing pain swept over her arm and she attempted not to cry out, but her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring up at yellow eyes. The man was hairy and muscular, “You are the commander. I will enjoy using you.” He cut her bonds with a knife and Rochelle began to struggle, but was soon overcome by a heat sweeping over her body. Her breath left her body and she fell to the ground, helpless.
He laughed, “You are mine.” He knelt down next to her, using his knife to remove her clothes until she was lying on the cold ground, naked.
Rochelle managed to gasp out, “What have you done with my men?”
“Oh, you’ll find out. For now, you’re mine.” He removed what was left of his clothing and lay down between her legs. Rochelle knew she should fight him, but the urges of her body were too intense. The creature caressed her soft breasts, plucking at the hard nipples, “It’s the heat, my pet.” He slid into her waiting body and thrust until they were both moaning with the release of passion.
“My men!” She reminded him as he reclined on top of her, trying to catch his breath.
He stared down at her, an evil look in his eyes, “You’ll meet them again soon enough.” A chorus of howls shattered the quiet.
Rochelle gazed up at the stars and waited.
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