Taken by the Feral Tedoleran E-Book

Nova Edwins

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

Seitenzahl: 111

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Brackon I'm not sure what led me into the seediest of clubs on the outlaw space station Leto 5, but then I see her. The prettiest little human female I have ever set my eyes on. She's gorgeous, and she's also dancing half-naked in a cage on display for everyone. I can smell her sweet scent, and the realization hits me like a punch from a four-armed Boral—the human is about to go in heat. Her body will call to every available Alpha, and there will be bloodbath when all the males try to get to her first. Good thing that I'm here because I can just snatch her away and take her with me. But instead of being thankful and submitting to me, the female is sassy and disobedient and doesn't care that I'm an Alpha… Noemi He's insane. I've been kidnapped by an insane red alien who thinks I'm his property. 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 sci-fi romance novella, with wildly over-the-top action and an HEA.

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TAKEN BY THE FERAL TEDOLERAN

TEDOLERANS 2

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Taken By The Feral Tedoleran

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

About Nova Edwins

TAKEN BY THE FERAL TEDOLERAN

Brackon

I'm not sure what led me into the seediest of clubs on the outlaw space station Leto 5, but then I see her. The prettiest little human female I have ever set my eyes on. She's gorgeous, and she's also dancing half-naked in a cage on display for everyone.

I can smell her sweet scent, and the realization hits me like a punch from a four-armed Boral—the human is about to go in heat. Her body will call to every available Alpha, and there will be bloodbath when all the males try to get to her first.

Good thing that I'm here because I can just snatch her away and take her with me. But instead of being thankful and submitting to me, the female is sassy and disobedient and doesn't care that I'm an Alpha…

Noemi

He's insane. I've been kidnapped by an insane red alien who thinks I'm his property.

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

1

BRACKON

Every space station smells the same—stale and rotten. The fragrance of too many creatures in a too small and confined space.

Although here at Leto 5, the stench of blood is also hard to miss. Normally, I wouldn't set foot on an outlaw space station, but my last assignment has brought me here.

As a bounty hunter, I go where the credits lead me, and today, they forced me to land my ship on Leto 5 to deliver a fugitive to some members of the Tixiyax tribe. Since the little reptilelike aliens aren't particularly friendly, it wasn't a pleasant meeting, but the payment made up for it.

I can already see my ship at the docking bay, and I dream of leaving the awful stench behind me. Still, I take a quick detour as if my feet have their own mind. Just for one drink. At least, that's what I tell myself.

Like I try to avoid places like Leto 5, I also stay clear of the apivaks even more. Only lowlifes, gamblers, and assassins frequent the mix of bar, club, and brothel. I have no business in the apivak, but somehow, I can't tear my eyes off the neon violet glow that illuminates the doors of B'vaff.

My brain says no, my nose definitely screams no, and yet for some inexplicable reason, I can't stay away. It's like I'm being lured into the B'vaffby a siren. I can't resist her song and push the doors open.

Inside, it's worse than I expected. The music is deafening, and it's way too dark after the bright lights outside. Blue and violet beams are pulsing through the huge room, the bar is crowded, and everything reeks of sex, sweat, and violence.

There's a huge loohn table set in the center of the hall-like building, and even from here, I can see a Queeleer cheating. Since the entire Queeleer race is known for gambling and cheating, I don't know why the other players would invite him to play loohn with them.

The dance floor itself is fairly crowded and covered in all kinds of nasty fluids, and some of it appears to be blood, which tells me that illegal fights are happening here after hours. The B'vaff really embodies everything I try to avoid on a daily basis.

I scratch the protective plates covering my belly while I try to remember why I came here in the first place.

Then I see her.

I'm mesmerized in an instant, although I can't explain why.

Five cages with laser bars are decorating the wall behind the dance floor, and every male in here is staring at them unless they're busy gambling.

In each cage, a female is dancing—one more enticing than the last. But none of them is quite as beautiful and fascinating as the one in the middle, the one in the cage with the red bars. She's human. I've seen some humans before, but somehow, the ones I saw hadn't been that…seductive.

She's wearing next to nothing, little black scraps of fabric that are clinging to her breasts and cunt. A leather harness accentuates her neck and her tiny waist.

As I breathe in, her scent fills my nose. She smells like forbidden pleasure.

The human is actually an omega. What a rare find.

I will my cock down and try to focus on my surroundings. What is the owner of the apivak thinking? He can't let an omega dance before a crowd like this. Not when the omega is this close to getting in heat.

The realization strikes me like a punch from my older brother, Tausav. Her scent is what lured me into the apivak.

As an Alpha, it's my right to claim any available omega. I inhale again. Oh yeah, she's definitely available. As I watch her dancing, I try to fathom how she's not been claimed yet. Her scent is intoxicating, her tiny face is pretty, and her body begs for attention. It seems ridiculous that no male has put his mark on her.

Her hips sway from side to side. She lifts her brownish hair and turns around, lost in the music. She licks her lips, and I can hear how the Krunt next to me grinds his teeth.

I turn toward him, and the two little slits the Krunts have instead of noses are wide open. Seems like I'm not the only one who smells her juicy little cunt.

But in an instant, I decide that I will be the only one who gets a taste of said cunt.

Mine. Just like that, it's decided.

I made decent credits with my last catch so that I can take a few standard days off, and it's been far too long since my last fuck anyways. Some time off with such a nice omega in my spaceship, bound to a rack to do with as I please, might just be the cure for that. My balls tighten at the mere thought of it.

Unfortunately, I'm not the only one looking forward to fucking the little omega who seems oblivious to the havoc she's about to cause.

She opens her eyes and smiles into the room, and her hands are roaming her body as if she needs any more attention.

The Krunt turns toward the bartender and barks, "How much for the dancer in the middle?"

The bartender is a Boral, which isn't unusual since their four arms make handling credits, drinks, and annoying customers at the same time pretty easy. "She's not for sale," he grunts.

Slamming his huge fist onto the bar, the Krunt repeats his question. "How much?"

The Boral rolls all of his six eyes. "Let me get the boss."

I can feel the change in the atmosphere. Even the Queeleer at the table has stopped playing loohn. Every Alpha in here is transfixed by the little human vixen.

Her seductive smile is almost as alluring as the sway of her round hips. I can see myself gripping those luscious curves nice and tight while pounding my omega from behind.

The apivak is crowded, but it wouldn't be the first time for me to take on way too many opponents, although there are usually credits involved as a reward instead of a sweet-smelling cunt.

Even some of the beta males are directing their gazes toward the cage in the middle. My instinct forces me to extract my claws and the protective spikes on my neck, shoulders, and back. I can feel a certain tingling sensation in my chest. The knowledge that a fight is about to go down buzzes through me like a potent drug.

When he returns to the bar, the Boral bartender is joined by another Queeleer. The Queeleer race doesn't have any distinct body features, which makes it almost impossible to tell if the Krunt is talking to a male or a female. The females are more cunning though. That's why I think if anyone could run a place like this on Leto 5, it has to be a female.

"This special female is not for sale." Her voice is high-pitched, giving her away. Indeed, a female.

"She's about to go in heat." The Krunt flexes his fist. "Do you really want that happening here? I'll give you two hundred credits."

It's an obscene amount of credits, but I get it. It would probably be what I would pay for the omega if I hadn't already decided to just steal her. She's mine.

The female Queeleer shakes her head. "No. Z'ho'xi show him out." She touches the Boral's arm and disappears behind the huge rack of bottles and glasses.

I can smell that the Krunt has made her nervous despite her cool exterior. Since I'm already in full-blown battle mode, my eyesight is elevated, and I can see her making her way toward the cages.

Before she reaches the middle one with my precious omega inside, another Alpha makes a beeline toward my omega. I snarl at the thought of someone else touching what's mine and start walking.

2

NOEMI

B'vaffis packed tonight. As I make my way to the cage where I'm supposed to spend the night dancing, I feel…weird. I'm slightly on edge with a flutter in my belly that I can't explain.

Over time, I've gotten used to my work for Saysiss ever since she bought me from those slavers ages ago after I was taken from New Terra. When I was a child, I had to clean the place up every morning before I had to water down the alcoholic drinks with kloshlu, the cheapest alcohol-like substance you can find on this side of the galaxy.

When I got older and developed boobs, Saysiss had one of the other females teach me how to dance. But since Saysiss is a female Queeleer and doesn't know much about humans, I don't have to whore myself out because she thinks fucking a male might kill me. I'm happy that the exotic human pulls a lot of pervy spectators into the B'vaff, and this is what makes me of more worth to Saysiss alive than dead. But I still have to water down the drinks which are already way overpriced.

I haven't told her that I let a stranger fuck me two standard years ago because I was curious. I didn't die, but it wasn't great either, so I kept my little secret to myself, happy that I don't have to whore myself out like the other dancers.

The hungry eyes of the guests roam my body as I climb into the cage and start moving. A cold and heavy stone lies in my stomach, and I'm wet between the thighs like I'm when I'm bleeding, but it's not blood. And blood doesn't make me sensitive like this. I can feel the stiff fabric over my nipples and how it is rubbing between my legs. Maybe I shouldn't be dancing tonight because it seems I might get sick.

It's not the dancing in front of killers, thieves, and cheaters that bothers me—it's something else.

The bass is throbbing, and some guests are dancing while the bar and the loohn table are also highly frequented. The music is way too loud, especially the deep and rumbly bass that makes me almost feel like someone is shoving his hands against my body. I force myself to keep breathing slow and steady despite the rising tension.

It smells like sweat, blood, and alcohol, and later tonight, it will also smell like sex and semen. All kinds of crazy alien semen in every color imaginable.

I'm ignoring the usual lewd comments while I dance next to Haj'tolyn, the prettiest alien female I've ever seen. If I'm lucky, the crowd will focus on her today, and I can figure out why I'm feeling all hot and bothered.

My pussy clenches all of a sudden, and it throws me off my game. I stumble in my cage as if I've never worn these high heels before.

Haj'tolyn lifts her dark-blue eyebrow. "Everything okay?" she mouths.

I nod and try to ignore the steady pulsing between my legs. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Haj'tolyn diverts the attention away from me by exposing her pretty tits. Her mother was a dragon, and her father was a warrior from Hopver, so Haj'tolyn really looks the part. Slender legs, tiny waist, big boobs, and a pretty face—all blue and covered with scales, but there's no arguing that she's sexually attractive to a lot of customers.

She knows how to sell sex with the way she's dancing. I'm supposed to sell the illusion of sex so that the customers don't give Saysiss a hard time since they can't buy me for their pleasure.

I turn around, bend my legs, and squat down before rising up again in the fluent motions I've been taught by other whores. The fabric rubs against my pussy lips, and I moan.