Their soldiers in the ReCon teams were not overly large. Perhaps their females’ anatomy was strange, made to accommodate extremely well-endowed males.
But no. I had seen Earth members of ReCon in the cleansing units—and for the most part—been less than impressed with the sizes of their cocks. Alerans were much, much larger.
The use of a consort was not an uncommon practice. Older males who had lost a mate did not lose their physical ability to lay with females of our species. In young, wealthy families in particular, when a female’s Ardor began, and she did not want to interview males for a mate, she would utilize the services of a consort.
They were not cheap, yet I had heard the females were well-satisfied. In fact, the consort’s value to the royal families was so high that widowed males often petitioned one of the noble houses for comfort and protection in exchange for their services.
Consorts were rare. Expensive. And not normally on formal standby for alien females to fuck on demand.
Who were these three females?
“Leo? You there?”
“Yes.”
“Can you get to the transport center? Lord Thordis Jax is sending the consort and five of his personal guards to meet them. Their arrival is to be kept a secret. No one can know who they are or where they came from.”
While I knew they came from Earth, I had no idea who they were. It would be an easy task to fulfill. “Understood. Does Lord Jax know you have contacted me?”
Nial laughed again, and if I’d been close enough, I would have punched him in the shoulder as I’d done in years past. “Of course not. I know him, but I don’t know his family. I don’t know his guards. I don’t trust them, not the way I do you. I don’t trust anyone fully in this, no one but you. Keep the women safe. Make sure Trinity gets her Ardor under control, and then help the females do whatever they need to do on Alera. Help them. No questions.”
“I give you my word.”
“Keep them alive.”
“Is someone trying to kill them?”
“Yes. And I do not want them to be found. That is all you need to know.”
Strange. But I was a soldier, well-used to taking orders. I was not going to argue or ask questions, especially not with the leader of the galaxy asking me for a personal favor. “I’ll be at the transport center in an hour.”
“Hey, Leo?” Jessica’s voice had changed, gone deeper, sultry. “When you run into them, they won’t trust you, so we’re using Trinity’s favorite food as a code word. Strawberry ice-cream. Got it? You say that and she’ll know I sent you.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Good,” Nial said. “One more thing, Leo. If Lord Jax betrays me, kill him.”
Fuck. The Jax family was extremely wealthy and powerful, and the Prime of Prillon had just given me permission to murder their prodigal son. Who were these humans? And who was going to come looking for them here? On Alera?
Who was irrelevant. They were mine to protect, so I would. “Understood.”
“Thank you. One hour.” The strange buzzing in my head ceased, leaving me with nothing but the quiet songs of the night insects and the pounding of my own pulse in my ears. Three females from Earth, one who needed to be fucked, and soon. Not my usual guard duty, but I was up for the task. I shifted my cock in my uniform pants. No, I wasn’t up for it, but the consort would be.
3
Trinity, Planet Alera, Mytikas City, Transport Room
I staggered on the transport pad as the cold faded from my bones, the pinprick pain of dead limbs coming back to life making me want to curl up in a ball and cry. Glancing at Faith and Destiny, I could tell they were having the same miserable sensations.
“Okay?” I asked.
They nodded, wiggled their arms, rolled their heads in circles to loosen their neck muscles.
The transport room looked just like the one on Earth, but like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, we weren’t in Kansas anymore. Yet the Aleran males in front of us were definitely not Munchkins. They were big. Not Atlan big like the guard on Earth, but they gave lumberjacks a run for their money.
Grim gazes of six Aleran males stared at us.
“Welcome to Alera,” one of them said.
God, Alera. We really were here. I looked behind me. A wall. Yeah, not Earth. There was no going back now since we were light years away. Not time zones, but a galaxy stood between us and the only life we’d ever known. We were in our own sci-fi movie, and I wasn’t Princess Leia. I bit my lip, a little freaked out.
Alera.
It must have been the transport that had muddled my emotions because I was strangely on the verge of tears. What a damn mess. This morning, I was heading off to work and now we were on Alera trying to find our kidnapped mother. And that wasn’t all. Everyone in this room expected me to fuck a stranger tonight. Now. An alien. A male I’d never met and might never see again.
Talk about romantic… not. I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t fuck strangers either. I’d never had a one-night stand, never was into casual. No friends with benefits. If my body wasn’t such a screaming mess, I’d send the gigolo—no, consort—on his way and focus on finding my mother.
And this consort? The guy I was supposed to get naked and horizontal with as soon as humanly possible? It was pretty obvious who he was. The other five wore identical uniforms and stood a step behind him. The consort was attractive, muscular, and at least twenty years older than me. He looked like he was about fifty with dark hair and streaks of gray at the temples. He wore a nice suit of some kind. Navy blue. His shoulders were broad and his eyes were kind. That would help. Thank god this whole Ardor thing only happened once. Like losing my virginity with an alien bang. Once the Ardor was over, I could go about my business. Settle down later. I’d be fine. If I survived this without dying of embarrassment.
“Ladies, I am Cassander of the Jax family. It is my pleasure to serve.” The consort bowed low at the waist and swept his arms out to include the guards. “These fine warriors are loyal servants of Jax. We are at your service.”
His voice was deep. Assured. Calm.
Maybe fucking him would be more like a gyno visit. Efficient. Gentle. Fast.
Over.
If I’d met the consort on the street, I would have thought he looked great for his age. He was huge, just like the guards surrounding him, but markedly older. A silver fox, my mother would have said.
The guards however, were younger. Dressed for duty, their dark uniforms fit to every curve and bulge of muscle and… other things. I looked away quickly and found Destiny watching me.
“Too bad you can’t
