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Sue-Eye stripped off her shirt and stood bare-breasted before them. She reached up and pinched one of her nipples, and every human pair of eyes went right to her hand. “Anything you want,” she said, raking them with her furious gaze. “Just please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me all over. Cum in me. Cum on me. I need to be fucked. Please.”

The young one made a hesitant move toward her, his eyes shooting Kane wary glances the whole while. Kane merely smiled when he put his hand on Sue-Eye’s arm, and thus encouraged, the male pulled Sue-Eye to him and kissed her mouth.

Sue-Eye didn’t like it, but she kissed him back, grimacing only a little. The male groped at her breasts, pulling and kneading them until the pale flesh began to redden. Suddenly, he stood back, laughing. “Dude, are you serious?” he demanded of Kane.

“Dead serious,” Kane said. “She’s all yours.” But his smile switched off when the young male glanced Raven’s way, and he added, “And that’s mine,” in a hard tone.

“Yeah, man, cool. Cool.” The young male squeezed Sue-Eye’s breast, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. Behind him, the fat human’s hand tightened on the bottle he held, his thumb moving in the same circular motions as the young male’s thumb on Sue-Eye’s nipple. “What does she do?”

“Anything,” Kane said. And as an afterthought, added, “You can slap her if you want, but no punching.”

“Slap her,” the young male echoed, shaking his head. “Jesus.”

“Shit or get off the pot, Steven,” the leader said abruptly. “She ain’t for looking at.”

The young male twitched and shifted his weight. “Let’s, uh, let’s see that pink, baby.”

Sue-Eye stripped out of her skirt, now wholly naked. Her lips were thinned, her cheeks high with color.

“Show them,” Kane said.

Sue-Eye spread her thighs slightly.

“You can do better than that.” Kane folded his arms, letting himself sound a little annoyed, although he was still smiling.

Sue-Eye arched her back and pushed her pelvis forward, parting her pussy with two fingers and displaying herself to all of them.

The fat male unzipped his coverings with a shaking hand and drew out his cock, his eyes huge with disbelief.

“How much is this going to cost us?” the leader asked curtly.

Kane shrugged, leaning against the door. “Whatever you think she’s worth. I’ll take your money when you’re done with her, and I don’t think there’ll be any argument.”

“Fair enough. Get out of the way, Stevie, if all you’re gonna do is stare at her.” The leader stood up, crushed out his herb-stick and gave the young male a shove to one side. He planted his legs wide before Sue-Eye. “Ain’t had a blow in a coon’s age,” he said. “On your knees, honey.”

Sue-Eye dropped, obedient and silent, and undid the human’s belt and fastenings. She gripped the stiffening cock that was offered her and stroked it with well-schooled hands. “Thank you, Kane,” she said, and closed her mouth around it.

Kane shook his head. You just had to admire her persistence.

The leader closed his eyes and put a hand on Sue-Eye’s head, pumping into her throat and breathing evenly and coarsely. “That’s it, lady,” he muttered. “Work it like you mean it.”

Sue-Eye slicked and lathed and sucked, her hands rolling at the male’s swinging tsesac. The sounds she made were wet and loud, vigorous if not entirely enthusiastic. The young male paced around the two of them while the third remained where he was, working himself in his fist and watching.

The young male was stiffly erect in his clothes, but was clearly unwilling to do for himself and too impatient to wait for his leader to finish taking his privilege. He stopped behind Sue-Eye on his next pass and shucked himself out of his lower coverings, glancing only once at Kane. His discomfiture at being half-bare in front of a stranger was obvious, but not enough to dampen his mood. He went to his knees between Sue-Eye’s legs, pawing at her until he could angle up at her smooth-shaven sex.

Sue-Eye pushed her hips back for him as she continued to bob and slide over the leader’s cock. She grunted tightly at the first thrust, and soon her adept rhythm was sent into jarring chaos by the young male’s rapid pumping. The fat male’s hand worked faster as Sue-Eye sucked above and was jostled below, and the smell of sex and sweat grew stronger.

“You’re gonna suck this down now, sweetheart,” the big male grunted. “Every drop.”

She nodded around the cock she lathed and Kane soon saw her throat working. She drew back, sucking at the head, and then licking all down to the base and back, cleaning him with motions Kane knew from experience.

“Nice-mannered little bitch,” the leader said, patting her cheek as he withdrew. He returned to sit on the edge of his bed. He removed his boots and his jeans, preparing for a second go while his cock still dangled, wet and limp. “Best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

Kane slipped his hand down the nape of his Raven’s neck and underneath her thin shirt to rub at her bare back. He’d had better.

Sue-Eye, freed to just one mate, was pushed onto her hands and knees so her male could fully ride. Her flanks juddered, her breasts swung, and her teeth were tightly grit. The young male’s head was back and his throat working with occasional spastic half-shouts. He slammed himself even harder against her, using her with all the intensity and total lack of finesse that was the hallmark of the very young. Sue-Eye didn’t need to work him; she only waited until he came, every muscle locked and straining, and finally he fell off her, gasping for breath.

Sue-Eye crawled a little out from him and gained her feet shakily. Kane reached out to catch her arm and help her rise, steadying her until she was balanced. “Thank you, Kane,” she said again, her head still bent to hide her furious eyes from him.

“I see a cock that’s wanting you,” he replied, and gave her a push toward the fat male’s bed.

The human lay back, licking his lips as Sue-Eye approached him. “Just, uh, just whatever,” he said.

“Talk to me,” called Kane. He toyed with the tips of Raven’s hair and she huddled against his side. “How does it feel? Is my eager
ichuta’a
grateful?”

“Oh yes. Oh, it feels so good.” Sue-Eye swung her leg out over her male and enveloped his quivering cock. “God, I love it, Kane. Thank you for letting them fuck me. God, I love the feel of it pumping up inside me. Oh, he’s so thick and hard. I love it, Kane. I love it.”

“Then you’re gonna love this, honey.” The big leader, fully erect again, climbed onto the bed behind her and gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks wide apart.

Sue-Eye’s recitation of playacted pleasure broke off at once. She grunted hard as he penetrated, her face reddening with effort or with pain, and she seized the headboard of the bed and leaned into it.

“Tell me,” Kane said evenly.

It took a few false starts. “Thank…Thank you,” she managed at last. “I feel so full. He’s fucking me so good. Thank you, K—ah!”

The big man had yanked her up by the hair so that he could crush her breasts in his hands. His hips worked with violence, forcing the rhythm that Sue-Eye used against her own prone partner. “Don’t thank him, thank me,” he growled. “Tell me, honey.”

“I-I’m s-so
ungh
! So h-hot and
ungh
! Thank you for f-fucking me!” A tear slipped from one eye and streaked down the glowing coal of her cheek. “I w-want more!”

Kane leaned out and gently kicked the young male watching from the carpet. “She wants more,” he explained.

The male bounded up and onto the bed, straddling the fat one’s head so Sue-Eye could take his cock in her mouth. She uttered a single, shuddering scream before the young male gagged her.

Kane admired his work, his hand stroking Raven’s shoulder, feeling her shiver. She was probably afraid of being thrown into the mix of them and he was content to let her be afraid, but he’d never do it. Sue-Eye was a perfect poem of human misery that needed no assistant. She wasn’t even moving anymore; they were moving her, trapping her between the three of them in a storm of bodies. She was a doll in their cooperative grip, voiceless and powerless. She was bruising right before his eyes, her flesh pulled and shoved and battered.

The leader was cumming already. For all his size, he had no stamina. Kane released Raven with a pat and strolled over to the bed. He caught the human’s head and pulled, snapping the skull off and taking the gland from the opened brain. It was a deep, swollen purple and the juice it gave him filled the empty vial in his harvester nearly halfway.

Kane seized the corpse and pulled it away, throwing it to the floor behind him. Sue-Eye screamed against the young male’s belly at the retraction, probably aware no better than the other humans of what was happening. He gave her ass a friendly slap as he moved around the bed, and she sobbed around her gag of flesh.

Kane reached up for the young male, hooking him first by the throat and then pulling him down to harvest him. The human yanked back reflexively, popping free of Sue-Eye just as Kane cracked his skull. Blood and cum sprayed Sue-Eye’s face; she swallowed, gagged, and swiped at her eyes, succeeding only in smearing the mixture into a mask.

The male she rode was screaming. Kane bashed in the open mouth and then picked Sue-Eye off him and tossed her behind him. He flipped the fat human over and did his work, loading a fresh vial into the harvester to contain the deluge of dopamine produced by a male in rut. Sue-Eye scrambled back from him and promptly fell off the bed. She landed on the big male, gasped out a whistling scream, and tried to climb away.

Kane swung his foot lazily around and stepped on her back, pressing her flat into the dead man’s chest. He waited, watching her with half an eye as his harvester hummed in his hand. The gland was spent; he ejected it and tucked the tool away. He could feel her shaking through his boot. Finally, it came.

“Thank you, Kane,” she whispered.

“Was it good?” he asked serenely.

She nodded, her whole body shuddering with the fury of her fear.

“Did you cum?”

She nodded again.

“Because you were very good tonight,” he continued, pushing her a little further into the body. “I’d hate to think you didn’t enjoy yourself.” He regarded her shivering efforts not to look at the pool of blood spreading beneath her and the corpse she laid on. “Shall I fuck you now?” he wondered aloud.

Her eyes squeezed shut, but, “Please,” she said.

Kane laughed and removed his boot, allowing her to stand. “Go clean yourself up,” he said. “You weren’t
that
good tonight. Raven, go get my pack. We’re leaving.”

*

Between the reporters at the crime scene and the briefing back at the precinct, Detective Pete Skarlson didn’t get home until past six in the morning. That was bad. What was worse, there wasn’t even anyone there to be pissed off at him about it. He needed to get a dog.

He unlocked his front door, stepped inside and disarmed the alarm, and then left the door open while he went back out to the car for the groceries he’d stopped for on the way home. He had no intention of going out again today.

His vacation started yesterday, but he’d got the call anyway, and that should have been telling enough. He had what the captain called a “TV face”. They always used him when the public needed extra soothing, so he’d thought he was prepared as he drove to the scene. Yeah. He’d thought he was all kinds of prepared. He wasn’t. But he’d done his thing in front of the cameras and as of now this was officially not his case, and he thanked God for it. He’d never seen anything so awful in his entire life, not even in the war.

He never saw the man who came up behind him. Never heard him, either. The first he knew that he was not alone was when he felt cool metal at his throat and a hiss like air being let out of a tire. There was a sharp pain in his neck, but before he could even think to slap up at it or turn around or do anything at all, his world washed out into a pleasant field of pastels.

He let the bag of junk food and beer drift down from his arms as he gradually relaxed them, and watched as a muscular arm reached around him and a strange hand caught it. How thoughtful. Another hand pushed lightly at his back, propelling him into his living room, and he went along with it, smiling dreamily. Everything was so nice.

“Is that what I looked like when you did that to me?” a woman asked.

“No,” a deep voice replied. “You tried to fall down.”

‘What a good idea,’ Pete thought, and fell down. The carpet was so soft.

Someone rolled him over. It took a few seconds for Pete to realize his eyes were open and he did not find the lack of thought particularly disturbing. But he should, he thought vaguely as he stared up at his living room ceiling. He should be very disturbed.

A woman sat down on the carpet beside him, her attention aimed up at the dark shape of someone else moving behind him. She was a beautiful woman. He didn’t think he knew her, but he decided he sure would like to.

“Hi,” he said.

The beautiful woman looked directly at him, beautiful only from the right side. Straight on, a fine mesh of old scars robbed her of her symmetry, but Pete decided he wasn’t too picky about that. Parts of her were still attractive. He considered carefully how best to vocalize this.

“Nice boobs,” he said seriously.

The woman looked up again and this time, Pete followed her gaze. There was a large man in a strange, black uniform coming back from the kitchen where he had just thoughtfully carried Pete’s groceries. The man was looking intently down at him and his eyes were the yellow of a cat’s.

“Hi,” said Pete.

“This is different. You did not speak unless I urged you to do so,” the man remarked. He pulled a narrow object, like a pen, from his belt and glared at it. His expression was sour, disgusted. “I am beginning to think this mixture needs reformulating.”

“Gosh, think so?” the woman asked wryly. “Believe me, it’s no fun on the other end, either.”

“I need to throw up,” Pete announced, and did.

“No fun at all,” the woman repeated, and rolled Pete onto his side.

“You did not do this until much later.”