Chapter 3 Do not look at her swollen udders
Do not look at her swollen udders
Ghauro
It was nothing but a waste of time.
“Think about it, brother.”
“It is stupid.”
Thanato’s orange hair fell over his forehead as he nearly collided with a short, terrified-looking pale human wearing a white—open dress?
“It is not,” he mumbled. “We have known our generation was going to be the one to start this experiment since they made contact and explained their involvement in the matter.”
“We did not know it was going to be our kind. Out of all twelve of our species, why us?”
He let out an annoyed throaty sound, lifting his arms in the air in desperation, narrowly missing hitting another human in the head.
“It does not matter why! You are lucky enough to be one of the first ones to get a human bride. Maybe it will prove that the humans are right and our lines have become too pure and—”
“I do not have time to deal with a human bride,” I grunted.
And yet, here I was, walking through the corridors of this huge and stinky space box, ready for the monthly inter-species meeting. Ready to accept—to be forced—to become the first of the Zodiac System to breed a human female.
To be the first to try and cure the infertility issues that had plagued all of the species of our system.
Humans fucked up, and humans came up with a fix—not a solution any of us were happy about, and one all of us still had trouble believing.
“You will have plenty of time,” Thanato pointed out. “A whole year in fact. More than enough to see if the seed takes.”
My eyes strayed to the few humans plastered against the walls in fear.
Old. Wrinkly. Some of them as bald as the fucking Canco.
Humans were ugly. I was not sure if their appearances deteriorated ever since they used their genes to create us or if we evolved in a completely different branch, but I would not want to share my bed with any of the ones I have seen so far, extinction be damned.
“For the seed to take, the seed has to come out,” I deadpanned. “I am not sticking my cock in any of them.”
Thanato followed my gaze and scoffed. “These are male specimens.”
“So?”
“So your bride will probably not look like that.”
Irrelevant. All the humans we have seen so far looked like them. And maybe they were like Cancos—their male and female specimens looked oddly similar. I would not fuck a Canco either. This station could not be occupied only with males, it did not make any sense.
“No one is asking you to fuck a Canco,” Thanato said, making me realize I thought out loud.
“I am just saying it is an incredible opportunity. You could be the first one to have an offspring! You, one of the last ones naturally born! We cannot count on humans to create artificial babies for the rest of our existence. Or worse, be stubborn enough that we will go extinct.”
I hated that whole plan. Hated it since humans first showed up thirty years ago and told us about it, even if I was still a child. But fuck Thanato was right.
And if I had to close my eyes and imagine I was fucking anything else just to get it done, I would.
“Here he is,” the damn Canco—Filbur—said, a grin splitting his face. Damn, I couldn’t remember why I was mad at him but the anger was still there.
“Why are you even here?” Thanato asked before I could. “Were you not supposed to be part of the third phase?”
He was. What was initially planned was that there would be four different stages, one year for each elemental planet.
Which meant, only the three earth species should have been here.
My eyes fell on the Lionus sitting silently at the large table.
Fire Lionus and water Canco. humans had changed their plans.
Instead of calling on earth beings only, they had called on more than one element.
“Looks like they changed their minds.” Filbur shrugged. He let out a mocking scoff. “Malaak must be devastated.”
“Is this all a joke to you?”
“Is the idea of saving all of us from extinction by making us breed human females not a bit preposterous?”
My old red-skinned friend had a point. The whole thing made no sense. Yet, I knew he had helped the humans in their research on the subject. If someone here understood this whole mess, it had to be him.
“Are we not part human?” the Lionus said softly, finally breaking his silence
“Their genetic material allowed us to evolve to what we are today,” Filbur countered, matter of factly. “It was thousands of years ago, our DNA does not have anything to do with them anymore.”
“Agreed,” I groaned.
“And yet our population has decreased over the last century, and they found a solution in a few years,” the elusive blond male continued.
Lionus and their damn faith. Their blind trust would be the end of them.
“The first offspring in thirty years,” he mused. “All they did was plant one of our seeds into a human female egg and it took. Like that. They are the answers to our system’s prayers.”
I groaned and the Lionus stared at me. He gave me the creeps.
Parts of his long, almost white hair were in some sort of twisted strands, falling over his large, naked shoulders while the rest fell down his back.
His slitted yellow eyes were unnerving, and his golden skin made him look frozen in time.
But, no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember his damn name.
“Easy for you to say,” Thanato said. “If the human is not to your liking, you can still fuck and try breeding a Libaris. Will not give you a child of your own species, but you still can have your fun.”
My brother’s words managed to pull a snort out of me.
I did not know a lot about the Libaris; a race exclusively female who, for some reason, could still produce a few rare offspring when they bred with Lionus.
As to how they reproduced between themselves—at least, before we all became infertile for some reason—I had no fucking clue.
The Lionus’ face turned solemn. “We will welcome and cherish our human bride and love her like the blessing that she is.”
“Apologies for the delay,” the human said as he opened the door and stepped inside, followed by three others holding thin electronic devices tight to their chest.
Bald, short, wrinkled and pouchy. Tall, gangly, hairy and smelly. These were the types of humans that had just entered the room. Yes, all four of them were a variation of the two descriptions.
I hoped my bride was not one of them.
“We’ve had to change the initial plan,” he continued, closing the door softly behind his group.
“We can see that,” Filbur said, surveying the room. “Tell us, then. Why this change? Are we getting home with a…short and hairy bride?”
He gave a disgusted look to the three other humans waiting to the side, their eyes wide as they studied us in return. Good. He had the same concerns I had. What if the three humans that came in with him were—
“Not exactly,” the human answered, pulling me out of my spiraling mind.
He made a strange motion with his face, like he was stretching his lips as he averted his eyes.
“We’ve had…issues. Finding you appropriate and compatible brides is harder than we thought it would be.
One just arrived and will be introduced to you shortly. ”
I arched a brow. “One?” Maybe I still had a chance to leave this place alone. To leave the burden of breeding the first human female to one of them. Maybe—
“Yes, yours.”
And—he was looking at me. Straight at me, and no way I could be misinterpreting it. Damn it.
“Mine.” Not a question.
“Then what are we doing here?” Filbur said, a mixture of annoyance and relief stretching his face.
“Because you’ll be the next in this first batch.
You, Filbur, will get your bride in a couple of months,” the human said, reading his chart, articulating the Canco’s name all wrong.
“As for—erm…sir Sylo, we have located your bride and are waiting for her transfer.” He looked around the room and back to his device with a frown.
“We’re missing the Gemins…Is Baelor not here? ”
A shiver of unease went through my body. Gemins. Awful soul-split creatures. I was even surprised they were part of this project and hadn’t tried to destroy the humans yet.
“Obviously not,” I grunted.
The human gave a shake of his head and turned to whisper something to another of his peers, who then quickly left the room.
Filbur grunted. “Why not call for me when mine gets here?”
The human’s eyes widened and he stepped back, only for his backside to collide with the door.
“I—huh, we thought it’d be good if you could see a human female with your own eyes before you’re introduced to yours.”
So we did not meet any. Thanato was right, then.
“It’s taking time because we’re making sure that the brides we’re offering you are one hundred percent compatible, both on a biological and psychological level. Me-Melanie was the second to score such a high percentage.”
Me-lah-nee…What a strange name. I took a few steps forward while Fibur retreated, finding his seat next to Sylo. “Where is the first, then?” I asked.
"Married, sir Ghauro. We can’t steal a bride from her current husband, it would be unethical.”
“Ghauro not Goro.”
He blanched as he lifted his head to look at me, the small bump in his throat going up and down slowly. “Gha-u-ro,” he corrected himself.
Better. Someone tapped on his shoulder and he turned, whispering to the other human—probably another male.
“Ah, here she is. Please, come on in, Melanie.”
The group of humans parted, leaving the door accessible for the small thing walking through it.
It—she was…pretty.
My cock stirred in my pants. I could not help but frown in confusion.
This human female had nothing to do with her male counterparts.
She was short, yes. Shorter than them, actually.
But her skin was a light beige, her cheeks dotted with darker specks of color.
Her eyes the same shade as the sky during a clear summer day.
Her hair…long. Shiny. Something between pink and light orange. She smelled like bakarut flowers…
I took a step back, the back of my thighs colliding with a chair. Her wide eyes landed on me and her scent shifted to something else. She was scared.
A groan tore free from my throat as I turned my gaze away.
Of course my bride was scared of me. She looked like she was half my size and weight, no matter how these delicious curves enveloped her body.
Did she already have an offspring? Her udders were swollen.
Why did it make me want to bury my face between them?
Hold them in my hand? Pull them with my teeth?
I crossed my arms, turning around fully and catching Filbur’s eyes lingering on her. My hands turned to fist. If I could, I would have thrown one of the tables at his face.
“Why would you deprive a child of its mother?” I asked, gritting my teeth.
“Excuse me?” the human male answered.
“Her udders. They are full.”
“My—what?” the human female—Melanie—spoke.
My skin prickled with awareness as I forced my body not to react. Not to make her speak again just so I could hear her voice more. The human group whispered something and I threw daggers at Filbur with my eyes. His red face turned a purple tint and he looked away.
“I-I’m not a mother,” she said. “I-huh…women have naturally—engorged…udders?”
I turned back to her, our gaze clashing. Do not look at her swollen udders, do not look at her—
“They’re called breasts, by the way.”
“Breasts,” I said, trying the foreign word. My eyes dropped to them of their own accord; would they grow even bigger once she was filled with my seed? Once she would give birth? Were they painful like I’ve been told udders were after they started producing milk?
I willed my cock to stop swelling. My face not to betray the depraved thoughts running rampant in my mind. She brought her hand to a reddening spot behind her ear and I tensed. She looked uncomfortable. Was she hurt?
“Did you damage her?” I asked, taking a menacing step forward.
All of their eyes nearly fell off their heads as my hand snapped around her arm to study the irritated-looking patch of skin.
“Hey, hands off!” the human male—the one who talked too much—said. He did not make a move to stop me either. “She’s fine, she just received her translator, that’s all. The area will be itchy and sore for a day or two—she’s not damaged.”
My bride looked at me like I just killed her whole family in front of her eyes. Her skin turned a deep shade of pink and her udd—breast rose and fell at a faster pace. I let go of her hand quickly, putting distance between us.
I would not succeed in anything if she was too scared to come close to me. Too scared to let me free her incredible curves from the confines of her garments.
“I—sorry,” I stuttered. I have never stuttered in my whole life. “I did not mean to scare you.”
“I’m—It’s fine.”
“Melanie will be escorted to Taurus in three days, and both your people and ours will oversee the wedding ceremony to ensure it’s done respecting both your customs.”
My bride snorted before looking away.
Three days felt like an eternity. Why could I not take her back with us today? Three days and that female would be mine. I took back everything I ever said and thought before.
I’d happily fuck her until my sack was empty and all of my seed was filling her womb.