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The four creatures galloping toward her had to be over ten feet tall and as ugly as sin. The looked as if they were a mix between an extinct Carcharodontosaurus, which was more commonly known as a shark-toothed lizard, and a horse. But what terrified her most were the men sitting on top of those creatures. They had silvery gray skin and were bare-chested. They had long red hair almost the same color as the sand she was running across. While she couldn’t see their faces since they were still too far away, to Grace they looked like devils incarnate.

She cried out as she stumbled, falling to her hands and stomach, air whooshing from her lungs. When she was finally able to suck in a breath she coughed spasmodically as dust invaded her lungs and tears leaked from her eyes. When the coughing fit had waned, she scrambled to her hands and knees but before she could gain her feet, the ground vibrated under her. When she turned to gaze at the beasts, a scream was trapped in her tight throat.

One of the men jumped from the animal before it had come to a complete stop and raced toward her. Grace flipped over onto her ass, crab crawling backward with terror as she took in his huge muscular, silvery gray body and blood-red hair. She whimpered when her right elbow buckled under her, sending her sprawling onto her side. Thankfully, this time she didn’t eat dirt.

He stopped a few feet from her, crouching low on the balls of his feet. His thighs bulged with muscle, straining the seams of his leather pants. Air exploded from her lungs when he held his hand up, palm out, in the universal sign of “I surrender,” or“I mean you no harm.” Grace hoped it was both.

She eyed his massive frame over taking in all those bulging muscles and his strange gray skin. When she got to his chest and saw the tribal tattoos, she blinked a few times. She swore they began to move and glow slightly. The lines didn’t move from where they were, but they seemed to glow as they darkened, as if someone was going over them again and again to enhance their outlines.

Grace flinched when he said something in his guttural language as he held his hand out to her. She ignored his large appendage and gazed toward the other three men. All of them had dismounted the dinosaur/horse beasts and were slowly heading their way.

If she hadn’t been trembling so hard she would have stood and ran, but fear had taken hold and she was shaking like a leaf in a wild thunderstorm. She wasn’t sure she could even get her feet under her, she was quaking so hard. When she heard her chattering teeth, she clamped her jaw down tight, hoping against hope that this alien—what the fuck Grace—he could only be an alien, with his abnormal hued skin and hair, didn’t realize how terrified she was.

When she caught movement beyond him, she glanced that way and watched as the other aliens with him came closer and closer. Sweat beaded on her brow, under her arms, and trickled down between her breasts. She was panting so hard she felt dizzy.

The man—alien—closer to her drew her fearful gaze when he dropped to his knees, his raised hand still in the air. While she wanted to take his offer of help, she wasn’t sure that was what he was offering. For all she knew as soon as he got his hands on her he’d throw her over his shoulder and spirit her away. Maybe he and his friends were cannibals and they were seeing her as their next feast.

She was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” she muttered under her breath.

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Charte could hardly believe his eyes. Sure, he’d seen plenty of Earth females over the last twelve months since he and his fleet had been transporting the women from their planet to Pendag, but he’d never seen such an exquisite female in his life.

He, Garz, and Starz slid from their brusts to the ground before cautiously making their way toward their liege and the terrified female.

Charte frowned when she didn’t seem to understand Barre at all. If she had traveled from her planet to his, she would have been implanted with a translating device from the very first. Why couldn’t she understand Barre? Why did she look so scared?

Charte eyed her small body over. She was so fucking tiny with the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen. Her hair was almost to her waist, but was so white, it reminded him of the sister moons that traversed the sky at night. Her eyes were as blue as the sky without the luminescence of their kind. She was slim, but her curves made his mouth water for a taste. While she was small, her legs were toned and long but nowhere near as long as theirs. He, his liege, and the Hagg warriors would have a good foot or more in height over her, and they were at least twice her body size.

As he and the others got closer, he could hear Barre crooning as he would to a newborn brust or a youngling. His heart clenched in his chest when Charte saw tears pooling in the female’s eyes. She was breathing so quickly and shallowly he was worried she was about to lose consciousness. Her face became paler and paler and then her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head. If she hadn’t already been on the ground, she would have fallen.

Charte shook his head. Barre would have caught her before she’d hit the hard ground and injured herself. His friend and liege was already lifting the small female into his arms.

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Garz cupped a breast in his hand, kneading and molding the soft globe before strumming his thumb over the hard, sensitive peak.

Charte palmed her cheek, turning her toward him, covering her mouth with his just after she inhaled. He consumed her. He licked into her mouth, gliding his tongue along hers before curling and twirling in an erotic dance.

Starz lifted her breast to his mouth, lapping and licking over her other nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

Grace gasped, whimpered, and groaned.

The mattress dipped between her legs just before Barre wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, spreading her wide. When she felt his warm, moist breath on her soaked folds and engorged, sensitive clit, she moaned.

Charte swallowed the garbled sound she made when Barre licked up one side of her pussy from bottom to top before taking the return journey on the other side. She jerked when he caressed his finger up through her wetness, brushing over her aching clit, causing her insides to clench, forcing more of her juices to leak out.

Charte released her lips, licking and nibbling his way down the side of her neck toward her chest.

Garz removed his hand from her nipple after tweaking the throbbing peak between his finger and thumb. He combed his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back and up until she was meeting his gaze.

“What’s this little button?” Barre asked as he lightly caressed a finger over and around her aching clit.

Grace moaned, her eyes sliding closed as shards of pleasure zinged deep into her womb and pussy. While she loved what he was doing to her, what they were all doing to her, her cheeks heated with embarrassment and desire. She’d never talked about her own body with anyone before.

“Look at me, sweetness,” Garz demanded.

Without conscious thought, Grace opened her eyes and met Garz’s at his command. “Barre asked you a question, mate. You need to answer him.”

When Garz released her hair, she turned to gaze at Barre. Starz and Charte were no longer caressing her or kissing her, either. She saw them watching her expectantly from the corners of her eyes.

“It’s my…my…c-clitoris. My clit.”

Barre nodded as if he’d heard of it before. He lowered his gaze back to her pussy, staring intently at her exposed sex while he circled his finger around the achingly sensitive bundle of nerves. Her internal muscles clenched and she moaned. He lifted his eyes back up to hers. “I have heard our healers talking to the mated males on Pendag about this little nub. It is a pleasure center. Yes?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“I’ve also overheard some of our males talking,” Charte said. “An Earth female also has a pleasure center deep inside. It is called a G-spot.”

Grace’s cheeks felt as if they were on fire. She couldn’t believe they were talking about her body when she was right there in the room with them. “Did your males also tell you it was rude to talk about someone as if they weren’t in the room?” she snapped.

Barre shook his head, as did the others, but from the chagrinned expressions on Charte, Barre, and Starz’s faces, she’d gotten her point across.

“We mean no disrespect, sweetness,” Garz said as he grasped her chin, tilting her gaze up to his. “We just want to make sure we don’t hurt you and do everything right to give you pleasure. Earth females are slightly different to Pendag females.”

“They don’t have this pleasure button,” Barre explained as he rubbed over her clit again.

“Nor do they have the one deep inside,” Charte said as he gently squeezed her breast before tweaking her nipple.

“Then how do you pleasure them?” Grace asked breathlessly.

Charte took her hand in his bringing it toward his cock. He grasped the base of his erection until she could see the underside of his shaft. He caressed her fingers up and down the ridges under his dick causing her to gasp. She could just imagine how those slightly roughened bumps would feel sliding along her walls. A whimper of need escaped from between her parted lips before she could contain it.

“Are we so different to your males?” Starz asked, drawing her gaze.

She glanced at his long, thick hard cock, licking her dry lips as she shook her head. “Other than being way bigger and the bumps, you’re exactly the same.”

“This is good,” Garz said as he once more tilted her gaze up to his. Before she had a chance to reply, he breached the distance between them and slanted his mouth over hers. He delved in deep with his tongue, dancing and dueling with hers. When Starz released his hold on her wrist, cupped her breast, and began to suckle on her nipple, she groaned. It took a few moments to remember her hand was now free. Grace wanted, needed, to touch them as much as they were touching her. She wrapped her hand around Starz’s cock, noticing that her fingers didn’t meet her thumb since he was so thick in girth. She began to pump her hand up and down his hard dick.

When he groaned, the vibration of his voice against her nipple sent sparks of pleasure down to her clit and pussy, causing her to throb and clench.

Garz broke the kiss just as Barre licked over her clit, making her jerk and cry out. He tightened his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he held her still, and then he began to lick and suck in earnest.

The pressure inside her lower belly was so intense, her walls clenched and more cream dripped out. Charte scraped the edge of his teeth over her other nipple before drawing it in deep and suckling on it.

Four sets of hands and mouths moved over her body, playing her like experienced virtuosos. Garz was sucking at the skin on her neck just beneath her ear and she moaned.