Fantasy Short Stories

The Needy Alpha

The thundering of footsteps greets my ears as a bunch of males round the corner in front of us. By their looks, I'd say they are friends of the men surrounding me. Except for one who is wearing robes. Possibly a worker here on the station?

"Are you human?" The man says when he's within speaking distance.

"Yes, I am. Is there a problem?" The shakiness in my legs isn't from pleasure. Instead, it's replaced with trepidation. What have I done now?

"Please sign here." He thrusts a piece of paper towards me.

"Pen?"

He smirks as if the next part is amusing to him. "When signing documents here on the station and other worlds, we don't use ink. We use our blood. It's binding. What you're signing is for the translator to be injected into your neck. The cost of the injection is being covered by this gentleman." He points at the man standing in front of me.

Confusion switches its subject. "Why would he pay for it? We just met and barely that."

"I'm not sure if you watched the video about mates while on your way here to the station. There are many ways for the people here on the station to identify their other half. The men protecting you right now are lycans. In this form, they look weak and easy to kill. What you haven't witnessed is the four-foot difference and muscle mass increase. Besides people with magical abilities, lycans are the elite. You never want to screw with one. Especially attacking a male's mate. That is cause for instant death." The mirth on the man's face only grows at my horrified expression.

"So, you're saying I need to run as far as possible from these males?" The words are barely out of my mouth when my legs are spread apart, ass is cupped, and a scorching hot mouth clamps down upon my pussy lips. Digging my fingers into Melva's hair, I cry out in ecstasy. Holy crap is his tongue talented.