Claimed by Her Tedolerans E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Tedolerans
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 103

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

In hindsight, it wasn't my best idea to dress as a pleasure companion before leaving the spaceship I was held hostage on. To be fair, I thought it would help me blend in with the dubious crowd on the outlaw space station Leto 5. I was wrong. So very wrong. Do you like your aliens possessive, growly, and not asking a lot of questions before claiming the heroine? Then you've come to the right place. Dark and raunchy sci-fi novella, with wildly over-the-top action and an HEA.

Leseprobe

CLAIMED BY HER TEDOLERANS

TEDOLERANS 1

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Claimed By Her Tedolerans

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

About Nova Edwins

CLAIMED BY HER TEDOLERANS

In hindsight, it wasn’t my best idea to dress as a pleasure companion before leaving the spaceship I was held hostage on. To be fair, I thought it would help me blend in with the dubious crowd on the outlaw space station Leto 5.

I was wrong. So very wrong.

Do you like your aliens possessive, growly, and not asking a lot of questions before claiming the heroine? Then you’ve come to the right place.

Dark and raunchy sci-fi novella, with wildly over-the-top action and an HEA.

1

ARDER

The horizon is getting darker with the incoming sandstorm. We’re almost at the docking bay, ready to leave this ah’tze space station. The whole job is ah’tze. But we finally got the cargo and the coordinates so we are good to go.

I can already feel the sand pricking my skin although Tedoleran skin is thick and durable.

"Ah’tze sand," I growl, but my fellow Tedoleran Bovav just grins. He knows me and my complaining way too well.

The yellow light from the docking station is pulsing in a continuous pattern to warn the pilots about the incoming storm—like someone could actually miss getting sliced open by sand grains as big as hopver beetles.

Leto 5 is an ah’tze dump, but it is good for well-paying jobs on the wrong side of the international space federation law.

Bovav is checking the coordinates on his handheld comm before he punches a few buttons. "This will be a tight ride to make it in time."

Making it in time means getting the fat bonus credits on top of the already good payout.

"Who needs sleep anyway?"

He laughs and slams his hand on my shoulder. I almost lose my footing and turn around to glare at him.

That’s when I see her.

Ah’tze.

Bovav cracks his knuckles. "Ah’tze."

Through the mist of sand we see a human female standing in front of the doors of the local apivak named B’vaff. Although she’s dressed like she belongs in a brothel, I don’t really think she’s ready to step foot into the apivak.

She’s just standing there in the purple neon light wearing not more than a strap covering her tits and another strap of fabric over the apex of her thighs. And a collar with a leash attached. There’s no owner around. The female is holding the leash herself. My dick suggests that we go and relieve her of this duty.

Bovav inhales deeply. "I can smell her."

"Probably every male on Leto 5 can smell her."

She’s pretty for human standards. Brunette, petite, with nice tits and a narrow waist. As she tries to seek shelter from the incoming sandstorm, she presses herself against the doors of the apivak.

"She’s shivering," Bovav says, like I’m blind.

"Maybe that’s because she’s wearing next to nothing."

"I noticed. We should save her."

"No. We’re on a tight schedule and don’t have time to save some whore."

Bovav turns to me and cocks his eyebrow. "It will only take a moment. We can’t leave her here. There’s a pretty ugly storm incoming, and that’s the least of her problems. Looking like this she will attract all sorts of predators. Look at her. Tell me she doesn’t look like bait."

"Maybe she’s waiting for her owner." I fold my arms across my chest.

"Or maybe her owner died on Leto 5 because he cheated in a game of loohn. Or he conducted business with the wrong alien. Who knows? We should take her with us. The flight to Roanoke will take time, and I might just have an idea how to pass it."

"You and your wicked thoughts. I bet she’s dirty and filthy and her owner left her here to get rid of her."

Bovav snarls. "Now you’re just mean. She’s not filthy, and even if she is, that’s nothing a nice ray bath in the med bay won’t cure."

I look at the human again and can’t do anything to erase the pictures Bovav implanted in my head. Her petite body between us. Her looking up to me while wrapping those pretty lips around my cock and sucking like her life depends on it. Because it does.

"Ah’tze," Bovav groans, gesturing toward the bulge in his tight combat pants.

Seems like we haven’t had female company for too long.

My eyes drop to the scrappy fabric pieces covering her form, and my cock twitches. I can almost see her nipples piercing through the black fabric and wonder what color they might be. With humans it’s hard to tell. They might be soft pink or almost skin colored or a dark brown. I’ve seen lots of human slaves naked before, but I’ve never touched one. Never shoved my dick into a tight human cunt. Every Tedoleran who has fucked a human said that their cunts are almost too tight. And deliciously so.

I can’t deny that I’m curious. Ah’tze, I want to fuck her. I want to put my tongue into her little slit and experience the taste firsthand. Maybe she hasn’t had a Tedoleran before and doesn’t know how long our tongues are. I imagine licking her cunt while Bovav fucks her mouth with his big cock.

"We saw her first," he argues. "Might as well take her."

My own cock is now straining against my combat pants, and I grunt my approval. My best buddy is right. The human doesn’t belong here. She’s in danger and needs someone to protect her. Since she’s a whore, she will acknowledge that safety and protection will come at a price.

We can save her, protect her, fuck her, and still deliver our cargo to Roanoke in time. Then we collect our payment for smuggling illegally acquired tellurium shock pulsers and unregulated brewed kloshlu to the prison planet.

Our spaceship has the markings of the pirate alliance, but the Tedoleran government is well aware of what we’re doing. They would rather know and use the information we tend to acquire than be blindsided by some interstellar developments they won’t benefit from. We have our contacts and give them all the intel we come across, and in return we are smugglers with government backup.

"You ready for a fight?" Bovav growls next to me. "We’ve got competition."

Ah’tze. The slave human has attracted a few more aliens looking for a piece of that tight pussy. And that’s meant literally since two Horgerians and three other creatures are closing in on the human. Horgerians are known for violent and bloody sex, after which they eat their partner.

The human is hugging herself, which makes her look even more vulnerable. Five huge and mean-looking aliens are basically circling her—hungry for prey. One of them snarls something, and she shakes her head frantically. The Horgerians bellow with laughter and move closer. The human’s back is already against the wall. There’s nowhere for her to go.

I glance at Bovav.

Yeah, we’re about to get involved all right, and we both know it. I breathe in as I feel the spikes in my neck and on my back push through my skin to cover my spine during battle. As my claws extract, Bovav already takes the first step. He’s always eager for a fight.

Plus, we were here first, and this little cunt belongs to us. I can’t wait to see what’s hiding under those scraps of fabric before we fill her up with our thick cocks.

We’re Tedolerans—known for taking what we want when we want it. Right now we want to claim that little human.

She’s ours.

2

EMMA

My plan sucks. I see that now.

I guess I could’ve been a little more cooperative toward Commander Galba and his whole mission of saving the interstellar peace. But since his mission required whoring me off to some slimy alien on Roanoke so he could free another alien from the infamous prison planet—no, thank you.

I genuinely thought dressing as some rich alien’s pet would be the perfect idea to hitch a ride from Leto 5 back to my home on New Terran. Not that I don’t have a bunch of problems waiting for me back there, but owing some lowlifes a few credits beats whoring myself out in any given scenario. I just have to get my job back and bewitch my boss a little to give me an advance so that I can settle the debt.

Commander Galba promised me a hefty load of credits for my so-called troubles; otherwise, I wouldn’t have set foot on his ship. The ad mentioned decent acting skills as the only requirement for the job. When we met back on New Terran, he told me I would have to pose as some diplomat’s daughter to push the interstellar peace negotiations forward.

After we left New Terran, I asked for my script so I could learn my text. That’s when I found out that my only purpose was spreading my thighs.

I bailed the first chance I got. The only two clothing options were diplomat’s daughterand whore. I figured that the latter wouldn’t draw that much attention toward me on an outlaw space station like Leto 5. I’ve got three credits stashed under the fabric covering my boobs and that’s about it. I massively underestimated how hard it would be to hitch a ride.

Also, the stupid leash is fucking bothering me. The whole slave outfit helped me in the apivak though, when I listened to the alien chatter trying to figure out who I could ask for a safe passage home. The various male creatures ogled me like a piece of meat, but no one tried to touch me since my owner supposedly couldn’t be far away.

But out here? I couldn’t have been more wrong if my life depended on it. I figured hanging out close to the docking bay would come in handy, but so far I haven’t seen a single alien I feel comfortable putting my trust in.

It’s cold since a brutal wind is blowing. The dark clouds at the horizon promise some kind of storm, and it already feels like little needles are pricking my skin. As I look to the ground, I realize that the wind is laced with sand grains. Great. Just fucking great.

I shiver and think about my options. Most of them involve a path I really don’t want to go down. This is a crappy place for a lonely human female dressed like a whore, and with the incoming storm, it’s only going to get worse.

A few spaceships are leaving; way more spaceships are landing in the docking bay though—spaceships full of filthy aliens that, depending on their origin, would either love to fuck me or drink my blood.

There’s some kind of pawn shop that doubles as a garage on the other side of the street, and as the doors open, out come five burly looking aliens. I recognize two of them since I’ve seen them earlier in the apivak. By the way they’re watching me, I know that they noticed me as well. Probably for a different reason.

Two of them are Horgerians, and those aren’t aliens you want to mess with. Each one of them is easily six feet tall and three hundred pounds of pure muscle and bad intentions.

I swallow as they step closer, followed by their friends.

They glance at each other before they watch me with predatory smiles. "Where’s your owner, whore?"

I stare at my feet to avoid provoking them any further. "He’s coming soon."

One of them laughs and leans closer. His breath smells like blood. "Sure you’re not lost? I can show you the right way. Directly into my sleeping pod."

The other aliens hoot like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard.

"He will be here." My voice sounds small, and I start trembling. Maybe I should have grabbed a tellurium shock pulser instead of the few credits I was able to find.

"To be honest—I don’t think he will."

Fear is bubbling inside of me, and I have to fight the tears back.