Own Her (11 page)

Fillip led the way into the cave,
his brothers and
Mekenna
following behind. He moved
down the long, winding tunnels that led deeper into the ground, the scent of
earth, musk, and dampness filling his nose. The air would become clearer when
they were past the earth and deep in the rock that was part of the mountains.
It made up their living quarters, and was crisp and had a natural filtration
system that allowed fresh, clean air to circulate. The temperature started to
decrease, and the further they descended the cooler it became as the heat of
their world couldn’t fully penetrate the rock. The sound of his brothers
breathing evenly, and of
Mekenna
breathing at a
harsher pace, came through loud in the small confines. The darkness was hard to
penetrate, even with the natural gem lighting in the rock walls. It would
become brighter once they reached their dwelling, but he knew that for her this
had to be difficult and frightening. She had lived in a world where it was
above the land, and only knew darkness when the moons rose. Fillip was not used
to the feeling of wanting to make sure someone was comfortable and protected.
Aside from his brothers and himself he had never worried about another being as
much as he did for
Mekenna
. But it wasn’t just the
breeding need that had opened up these emotions, but that the female had so
openly and willingly given herself to them. These feelings were rare and
precious, and he didn’t take them for granted.

They moved deeper into the
ground, taking lefts and rights, moving through a few hidden passages to
further help in protecting their home. The cavern opened up into their living
quarters, and he turned and faced
Mekenna
. The cavern
had three main housing units, and then another four sleeping chambers. On the
right was the sitting area, with the hide benches, a fire in the center of the
floor that took the natural lava from the ground and heated the interior. Metal
shields lined parts of the wall to help disperse the heat, as well as for
reflection purposes. There were tables and chairs in the sitting area made from
the bones, teeth, and claws of the beasts on their planet, the ones they had
killed with their bare hands.

They let her take everything in,
and when
Savastian
stood right behind her, taking in
the glorious shape of her rounded, full ass, Fillip knew that the brothers
would have her again. She was too much of a temptation, and they’d never get
enough of her. Her body was all curves, delicious and theirs. She moved around
to the main room, looked at the cooking area, moved her hands over the smoothed
stone of the countertops, and then she turned and faced them.

“How about we let you bathe,
relax and wash the trip and trek through the forest off of your body?”

She nodded at them, and the scent
of her acceptance and her feeling of fear left her. The room Fillip led her
into was a bathing chamber, large with a natural hot spring in the center of
the room, and a small waterfall that fed and circulated the pool. He placed his
hand under the spray of the waterfall and looked over at her. She looked from
the water to him and smiled.

“It’s beautiful.”

Steam started to accumulate in
the chamber, and the scent of the natural minerals had the aroma of the
Vexxa
flowers filling the room. He grabbed cleansing beads
and a hide for her to dry off with when she was finished. When he faced her
again he handed her the items.

“When you’re finished we can get
some food, and relax.”

She reached out for them, and
when they were clutched to her chest she looked back into his face, and then
glanced at
Savastian
and Viktor.

“Thank you.” The smile she gave
them was a little bit coy and seductive. Without speaking she set the items down
and slipped her clothes off. The gown slid to the ground, and then there she
stood, her blue body so curvy and glorious that his cock hardened. His brothers
groaned, and the aroma of their combined arousal for this female intensified
the scent in the room.

“How about you three join me?”

They moved closer to her, and in
a matter of seconds they were all nude, and running their hands over her body.
There wasn’t one inch of her that they were not touching, that they weren’t
claiming as theirs. This was their female, and there wasn’t anything on this
planet, in this fucking galaxy, that would take her away from them.

Epilogue

Six months later

Viktor
and Fillip came in carrying a month’s worth of meat. It was late, the suns
having set an hour before, and
Mekenna
sat on the
chair in front of the fire in the sitting area of their underground home. In
just six months so much had changed. It was just so strange to still think
about where she had been just a short time ago. Being a slave to a man that was
her father and Master had been the only thing she had known, thinking that her
future held her dying as a slave, alone and unloved.

Viktor
and Fillip brought the carcasses in and set them on the ground in the cooking
area.
Savastian
was beside her, his hand on her
protruding belly, and the strong, warm presence of all of the males filled
every part of her.

The
baby she carried kicked in her belly, and
Savastian
looked over at her and grinned. He rubbed her stomach again, lifted her shirt
up, and stared at her with an almost wonder-filled expression as her belly
moved because of her little one. It was wild to actually see the movements of
her baby through her skin, the little jabs and kicks of him moving around. She
knew she carried a son, because the Hades males only created male offspring.
But she didn’t care what gender her child was.
Mekenna
had never even envisioned that she would ever be a mother. Covering her belly,
and brushing her fingers along
Savastian’s
, she
stared at him and smiled.

“My
child is within you,
Mekenna
,” he said in a deep
voice. She didn’t know, until they had told her once she was pregnant, that a
Hades male could scent if the child was theirs, even before birth. She carried
Savastian’s
child, and once she had her baby, recovered,
and enjoyed time with her men and child, she wanted to give the other two males
a baby of their own. Having any child was a gift, but to think that she could
have a whole cavern full of little winged warriors had her heart racing and her
blood pumping with excitement.

She
stared at Viktor and Fillip as they watched her and
Savastian
.
These small smiles were on their faces, and then they got to work on cleaning
the meat for preservation. This was her life now, a sometimes scary and
dangerous life, but one she would never change.
  

****

Five years later

Mekenna
stood on the cliff of the
Gebballa
Mountain on Hades, watching with her heart in her
throat, her hands clenched tightly in her shirt, and her breathing coming in
fast pants.

“Easy, my female.
They are safe.”

She
stared at
Savastian
as he moved closer to her, pulled
her to the hardness of his body, and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“This is going to give me an early death,” she whispered, and then gasped when
her youngest little warrior, Malakai, started to plummet. But his father,
Viktor, caught him, his grin wide, and they started to fly again. Fillip was
with his son, Mathis, and her oldest,
Gavriel
, was in
his father’s arms. She stared at
Savastian
, looked at
how much her son look like his father, and reached up to take her five year old
in her arms.

Gavriel
, her five-year-old little
warrior, was already an experienced flyer, but Mathis and Malakai, only one and
two and a half years of age, were still trying to get the hang of it.

“Momma,
can I go and show them how it’s done?”
Gavriel
asked,
and
Savastian
laughed and ruffled her little boy’s
dark hair.

She
kissed him on top of the head and smiled. “Yes, but be careful.” She set
Gavriel
on the ground, watched as his wings came out of his
back, big and strong, dark and powerful. Even for only being five years of age,
her little boy was very big, taking after his father and uncles. All of her
sons took after their fathers, and although she did want more, and loved being
a mother, right now her hands were definitely full.
Savastian
gave her a kiss on the lips, grinned widely, and she saw his wings sprout out
of his back right before he flew with the others. They were only a few feet
away from the ledge, but hundreds of feet above the rushing lava rivers below.
The fire forest was close by, and her home, a cavern she shared with her
warriors and sons, was deep within the ground. Although she knew that other
Hades males made their homes high in the mountains of this planet, she liked
the coolness the ground cavern provided. If she had been full human this heat
would have bothered her, but because she was half
Cellulion
she could handle the heat, could handle hotter temperatures because her skin
was made to withstand that. Even on
Sessinea
she was
able to absorb the humid, and at times very intense, suns’ rays.

“Momma,
Momma, look,” Mathis said with a huge grin on his face. He was using his wings
all on his own, able to stay in the air without any help from Viktor or Fillip.
Malakai was still working with the males to stay in the air, and at only one he
was doing a good job, but had a lot of learning to do. She could have cried at
how fast her children were growing, at how much she was watching their lives
take shape, and how they were coming into their skins and becoming little
warriors. Their lighter red flesh and dark hair was all from their fathers, but
they had her green eyes—all three of her sons did.

Savastian
flew back toward her, and before
she knew what he was doing he had her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around
his neck, and her legs around his waist. He dropped low, letting gravity take
them
down,
plummeting and having this free-fall
sensation fill her.
Mekenna
squealed as the sensation
that she would fall to the ground surrounded her.
Savastian
chuckled deeply by her ear, and then he was flying back to the top of the
mountain. Her smile covered her face, and she looked at her men and children as
they flew together. Viktor and Fillip kept a hold on her two youngest as they
tried and tried to stay in the air. The love she felt for these males and the
children they had given her was enough to have emotion clogging her throat.

Savastian
set her back on the top of the
ledge, smiled widely and flashed his straight, white teeth in amusement. She
stayed there for the remainder of the day, watching her children and her males
laugh and fly through the air
like little acrobats. Who
would have thought a slave born of a slave could be where she was, loved, a
mother, and looking forward to a future? This was her home, her life, and she
wouldn’t change it for anything.

The End

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