What’s worse than being accidentally stuck in a conscious state during a month-long trip in a stasis pod aboard your abductors’ spaceship? Ending up in a cage room with nine other captives—bizarre and dangerous aliens who are not looking at you in ways that suggest your best interests. And why are you feeling a strange connection with...
Seven strange aliens and a human woman rescued me and everyone else in the brothel from slavery. Now nine of us are bound from Blue Rift Station with them to their asteroid. I’ve already told the gorgeous, white-haired guy that started life as an AI that I’ll never be with a male (or female, or… anything) again. But he persists in caring...
I walked to work on Earth; I woke up today chained to a huge alien with tusks and purple eyes, on a nearly empty planet with a sky the same color. Even more improbably? He says I’m his, and we’re both tasked with eventually building a freaking guerilla force to liberate the planet. Uh, yeah, okay, I’ll get right on that.
Note to self: Don’t stare at the purple sex god; don’t stare at the purple sex god; don’t stare at the purple sex god. The one that you’re shackled to, on an alien planet. The one you have to sleep next to each night.
Kalv:
Humans, so effing weird. I just need to get through this, being chained to one, so I can get back to my miserable...
I guess I’ve had it lucky, being kept as a beloved pet on a Krotz ship for the last five years. By my existential luck runs out the same night that Captain Fffferlachsh’s luck dries up at the trilzek table, and suddenly I’m up for auction to cover his bets, in the middle of a firefight between Pellar and Plantal crews, and rescued by a...
I’d say that I wasn’t ready for a big, battered Orc to show up on my farm and tell me he was going to make me his, but the truth is, that was exactly the kind of thing I had been waiting for all my life.
Willoch:
It only takes one sign from Jason that he’s interested and attracted, and my instincts take over. Is this big, beautiful, human...
I’ve been feeding and clothing a homeless Orc in my doughnut shop, not to mention lusting after his body, for months. It’s all I’ve been able to do since he hasn’t let me see anything else about him. Forced by circumstances to take him in, I discover he’s… submissive. Did Christmas just come early for me?
Ethan: I’d like to deliver a PSA for any of you considering driving to the mountains to find an Orc to bang while rolling on molly. Or maybe I just did? Anyway, don’t. Or you might find yourself starring in some very questionable Orc porn—which, did I mention, was what started this whole stupid thing in the first place?! My obsession with Orc...
