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She was so hungry to come she helped him by raising her ass as much as
she could with her arms stretched high behind his neck and her feet trapped by
his calves and not touching the floor. Her master wrapped one arm right around
her waist and thrust his fingers back into her cunt, the heel of his hand pressing
on her clit as his digits twisted and turned inside her.

Then he pulled his hand away and slapped her really hard right over her
pussy and clit. The force of the smack on her very tender, newly shaven skin brought
tears to her eyes. But it also sent her spiraling into the hardest climax she’d
ever had, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

Her master forced her ass tight against his thighs one last time and
then he spilled his seed inside her. It was burning hot as it filled her ass, but
somehow it also soothed the hurt walls of her passage where he’d driven into
her so hard,

Her master pressed kisses to her shoulder as she stayed exactly as he’d
told her and heaved air into her lungs.

Finally he released her and said, “Use the sink to wash yourself.”

Flame was glad she even knew it was a sink. There’d been sinks in some
of the houses they’d visited, but they’d never had water connected to them. To
have water like this in a sink and a shower was an unimaginable luxury to her.
And what’s more, he’d said it wouldn’t be her task to fetch the water. That was
even more amazing.

But when he stood up, lifted the top of it, peed into the chair, and
then pressed a metal button and the water came back completely clean, she
couldn’t believe what she’d seen.

He laughed. “Ah, my bride, I can see having you around will be a
delight. You’ve never seen a functional toilet before have you?”

“No, sir.”

“It is here whenever you need to use it. Now, come to bed and tell me
all about your life until you became mine.”

****

Chad lay on the bed and beckoned to Flame. She sat on the very edge of
the bed, which wasn’t where he wanted her at all. He’d fucked her three times,
as Mu Araen claiming required. Tomorrow he’d do it all again and again until
her power was released. But right now, even though he was completely satiated
sexually, he still wanted to have her in his arms to inhale her exotic cent,
and to revel in the fact that he’d found his bride already, even though they’d
only just arrived on Earth.

He sat up and pulled her onto his body, and then rolled her between
himself and the wall, throwing one leg over her hips, and wrapping his arm
across her breasts. He needed to feel her flesh against his. He was even
getting used to her boniness, although he still planned to fatten her up so she
was more rounded.

“Tell me about your life before I claimed you,” he asked.

“I’ve told you that my people are scavengers. We walk from place to
place finding vegetables and fruit to eat, sometimes trapping small animals or
catching fish. We stay for a while at each place and then move on so the there are
always enough plants left to re-grow in case we go back there later.”

“How long do you stay in each place? Just for a season or for two or
three years?”

“We always stay in one place over winter. What is a year?”

He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing her scent deep into his
lungs. For some strange reason it soothed and relaxed him.

“Ah, now that’s a difficult question. On Mu Arae 7 our years are much
longer than Earth years. About twenty times as long. Each year we send a new
group of warriors to find our brides and help reclaim Earth to health again.
Now we have come here our lifespan will be shortened, but not as short as the lifespan
of an Earthling. Your year is the time it takes from the beginning of one
winter, to the beginning of another winter. Do you understand now?”

“I think so. That is how we can know our age.”

“How old are you, Flame?” He knew she was fully a woman. Her scent
wouldn’t have called to him unless she was mature. But he was certain she was
younger than his thirty years.

“Both my hands and my feet.”

“What?”

“You asked my age. I have as many winters as both my hands and my
feet.”

“Oh. Are you counting your fingers and toes? You’re twenty? The same
age as one of our years in your timing.”

“I think so.”

He lifted her hand up to his mouth and sucked her thumb. “One,” he
said. Then he sucked her index finger. “Two.”

He kept going, sucking and counting each finger and then all her toes.
He expected she’d be laughing when he finished, but instead her face was
serious and she was mouthing the counting words after him.

He felt a rush of love through his veins. His bride was already working
hard to please him. He liked that very much. He pulled the blankets up over
them both. “Are you tired, my bride?”

“Yes, sir. We usually go to sleep as soon as it’s dark in summer.”

“That’s right. Earth days are long in summer and short in winter. Life
is better organized on Mu Arae 7. All our days are exactly the same length and
there are but two seasons, instead of your four.”

He rested his cock in her butt crack, and cupped her breast with his
hand. He would have liked to leave his leg over her hips, but she was so small
he thought it might be too heavy for her as she slept. He nuzzled her neck,
licking along her shoulder and then sucking her delicate flesh into his mouth
right where her neck and shoulder joined.

Lust roared though his veins and he sucked harder, needing to mark her,
needing to have his lust visible on her neck for the whole world to know he’d
claimed his bride.

Chad held his bride hard against his body and knew immediately when she
relaxed and fell asleep. He wasn’t ready to sleep yet though, he wanted to lie
here, holding her, and thank the fates for giving her to him. Tomorrow morning
he’d fuck her again and maybe her power would be released. He didn’t know how
long it would take, but because there was a Mu Araen saying about how to claim
a bride, it must be more than once or there’d be no need for the adage if it
was so easy.

He slid his other hand down to her naked pussy. It was so soft and he
knew it’d be sensitive there for her now. He longed to wake her up and fuck her
again, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete the ritual yet. He’d
frequently fucked a woman twice in a night, but rarely three times, and never
three times at night and another three in the morning.

It’d be much better for him to let his dick recover for another six or
seven hours. But he still slid two fingers into her cunt. He needed the connection
with her no matter what.

Chapter Four

Flame woke when her body was turned in the bed and a cock was rubbed
over her lips.

“Wake up, my bride. My morning wood needs you to take care of it.”

She was still half asleep, certain she hadn’t slept nearly as long as
usual, but she was a slave now with a master to obey, so she opened her mouth
and tried to remember what she’d learned the night before.

His cock was huge. She was sure it was even bigger than the previous
night. She tried to make saliva and wet his shaft, but as soon as she licked
and sucked his cockhead, his pre-cum began to drip from him and that helped her
a lot.

He’d laid her flat on her back this time, and his hands were soon teasing
her skin. He played with her breasts and her nipples, and then he fingered her
cunt and rubbed her clit.

Flame found herself getting more and more aroused, and had to
concentrate hard to remember how to open the back of her throat and swallow his
cock down. She still gagged at first, but this time she knew what to do. Last
night, at first she’d thought she’d choke from lack of breathing, but now she
knew how to breathe only though her nose. Taking him all the way inside her
mouth was much easier to do today, and he hardly hurt her throat at all.

Besides, she wanted to please her master who was sending her wild with
need thanks to his teasing touches. It was surprising such a big man could have
such tender hands on her skin.

Then he was gripping her hair, moving her head and groaning as his cock
spurted his cum down her throat.

She’d barely swallowed the last mouthful of his seed, when he dragged
her across the bed and slammed his cock into her pussy.

“Tease me, arouse me, bride. Make me ready to fuck you again.”

She’d never been allowed to touch him before and didn’t really know
what to do, but she liked it when he sucked her nipples, so she sucked his.
Then she couldn’t resist licking along the defined muscles of his chest. He was
so strong and powerful, he could break her body with his bare hands if he
wanted to. Yet he gently stroked her flesh. Flame was so grateful for his
kindness toward her.

Inside her cunt his cock drew thicker and stretched longer so she knew
he appreciated her inexperienced attempts to please him. She reached up to rub
her skin against his and his cock moved inside her tormenting her with need.
She wondered if it tantalized him as well so deliberately swiveled her hips.

He groaned and leaned over her, dropping down onto his forearms and
kissing her lips. Then he traced a finger over the raised bruise he’d put on
her neck last night. “This tells the world that you’re mine.”

She nodded. She belonged to him. If he wanted to bruise her that was
his right. Besides, like the spanking, it’d given her pleasure as well.

“Put your legs around my waist. Give me more penetration,” he ordered.

Again he was using a word she didn’t know, but his instruction was
clear, and when his cock sank deeper inside her as her ass was raised, she was
able to work out his meaning. Then he was slamming into her so fast and hard
her body was bouncing down the bed. He gripped her waist to hold her still,
pounding his cock as deep as it would go inside her, faster and harder until
she was breathless with his mesmerizing force.

Her climax raced through her body shaking her with its intensity, and
almost immediately he flooded her cunt with his cum, grunting as his seed spurted
hot and fast inside her.

Once again, with almost no break, he flipped her body over onto her
face, shoved a pillow under her belly, and was rubbing something cool into the
rosette of her ass. Flame was still shaking and panting. She closed her eyes
with no strength even to try to understand where the oil had been hiding. His
energy was amazing and she had no hope of keeping up with him. Before long he
was fucking two fingers in and out of her ass, and had another two fingers in
her cunt. Just like that her body was ready for him, her nerves sparking with
need.

He tugged her up onto all fours and pushed his cock at her ass,
pressing until he breached the entryway and slid inside her.

Flame rested on her elbows, still shaking and panting, until one of his
hands appeared under her belly and he pressed a black thing against her clit.
When it touched her there, it sizzled against her skin, teasing her ferociously
until her clit was hot and hard and she was desperate to come. He dropped the
black thing and pinched her clit with his fingers, never stopping or slowing
down his fucking of her ass.

“I thought you’d like that. Wait until you feel it inside you.” He
pushed the black thing at her pussy entrance and then inside her channel. Now
he had one hand on her hip, directing her ass back onto his cock in time with
every thrust into her ass, and his other hand was on the black thing as he
fucked her cunt with it.

Once again it gave off the sizzling, tantalizing vibrations that drove
her wild.

He left it inside her pussy and pinched her nipples, and then he tilted
her hips higher and drove into her ass harder than she could have imagined.

Her master leaned over her body and bit down on the mark he’d made on her
neck last night. There was a burst of pain as his teeth pierced her skin, and
then her ass and cunt exploded in an orgasm harder than ever before, rattling
her bones and shaking her until her body went limp and she dropped face down on
the bed.

Her master remained connected to her, his cock driving into her ass,
pumping a few more times, and then pouring his seed inside her. He pulled the
black thing out of her cunt and rolled her over into his arms.

“Ah, my bride you were made for love. Your skinny little body is more
responsive than I would ever have guessed. You’re just right for me and I’ll
enjoy teaching you everything I know about sex. I love you, my bride.”

“Bride? I’m a bride, not your slave? We were always told the people who
came here chose slaves. I thought the word you used for me meant slave.”

“Brides, my love, brides. You will work by my side to reclaim Earth from
its devastation. As soon as we’ve eaten breakfast, I’ll take you around the
village. Now your power has arrived you’ll know what must be done.”

“What do you mean, my power?”

His hand slid down to her cunt, his fingers playing inside her entrance,
teasing her pussy lips and her clit and making her shiver. “You’re speaking Mu
Araen, my bride. Your power has come. The fucking is what brought it on. Come
shower with me and then we’ll get our breakfast and begin our work.”

Her new knowledge of his language told her that breakfast was food. A
meal. “You eat more than once a day?” she asked.

“We eat three times a day and that is how often we will fuck.”

His fingers were still working inside her pussy, driving her crazy with
need.

“Or maybe four.” He carried her into the shower. She was perfectly
content with his plan to fuck her again.

****

Chad shook his head at Flame when she went to put on her ragged old
clothing. “I bought clothes for you to wear, my bride. I bought the smallest
size, which might be a little big on you, but I’ll soon fatten you up a
little.”

He opened his closet and took out a fresh uniform for himself and a
work coverall for her. It was made of sturdy denim, and all in one piece like
his uniform. He handed her a soft shirt to wear underneath it and a pair of
panties. Then he shook his head. The smallest size panties would still slide
right off her narrow hips. He dropped them back inside his closet. “I like it
better with your cunt naked anyway.”

Not that he would be able to see or touch it under her coverall, but
it’d make fucking her easier at the end of the day. Less to take off her before
he slammed his aching dick inside her cunt.

Already he was half-hard and he’d fucked her more times in the last
twenty-four hours than he’d ever fucked anyone in a day before. It was the
power between them. The power that would help save this devastated planet and
make it healthy and productive again as soon as two more brides were found.

He supposed he should feel worried about locating the rest of the
brides, but right now Andreas, their leader, had found and fucked his bride, and
left Herman in charge of the group. Herman would ensure that a watch was kept
to look for the rest of their women. They’d been told all the brides would be
within a hard day’s march of this place, so as soon as human heat signatures
were found the men still looking for their bride would capture the people and
seek out the correct two women.

Chad took Flame into his galley and said, “I’m the chef for this group.
It’s my job to cook for everyone, but Duncan will be doing that today since
I’ve only just found you. But later you will learn to help me produce the food
for all of us.”

“How is it possible to gather enough food for so many people,
especially when you eat more than once a day?” she asked.

“We bought a lot of seeds with us to start planting crops. Of course
we’ll need to raise some animals for food as well. With the ocean right beside
us we shouldn’t have any trouble catching plenty of fish. All of us will work
together as a team to make it possible.”

While he was talking he took two big serves of oats, then added
raisins, pumpkin and sesame seeds, walnuts, cashew nuts and pecans, some dried
goji berries, and then four servings of barley and rye flakes and mixed them
all together in a large bowl.

He grabbed two meal bowls and piled his high with the mixture, serving
her about half a bowlful. There’d be some mixture left over if she was still
hungry and wanted more. He poured milk over both bowls and then placed them on
the counter and handed her a spoon as he took one himself.

He scooped up a huge mouthful, chewed, and swallowed. His version of
muesli always tasted good to him, and it provided a warrior with enough nutrients
and energy to function until midday when a proper meal would be provided.

Chad looked at Flame. She had a very small amount on her spoon and ate
cautiously, but she seemed to enjoy it.

“Why don’t you fill your spoon and eat faster?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she began and then she relaxed and answered in Mu
Araen. “You forget we are scavengers and have only what we can carry. I’m not
very used to eating with a spoon and don’t wish to spill the food off it.”

“But it doesn’t matter if food spills. Hold your spoon over the bowl
and whatever falls off goes back in the bowl for later. But no one will
chastise you even if you drop food on the floor. You can relax. We’ll never let
you starve.”

Then he had a thought. “Is that why you are so thin? Do your people
starve?”

“Oh no. We almost always have a meal every evening. We gather food all day
and eat at night. My friends caught a fish several times on the journey here as
well.”

“What happens in winter when there are fewer fruits and berries to
gather?” he asked suddenly curious to know how these Earthlings had survived over
the years since the world was destroyed.

“We always find a proper shelter before it gets too cold. Sometimes we
stayed in old houses. They were the best as there were plenty of things we
could burn to keep the fire going all the time without having to gather wood.”

He was about to tell her she hadn’t answered his question, and then he
realized she was answering him in her own way, so he waited.

“Once we had located a proper, weather-proof shelter, than everyone
would go out every day in groups looking for tubers, vegetables, edible
grasses, the sweet inner bark of trees, nuts, and maybe even an animal or two. Catching
an animal was always good because meat and fat helped us stay warm in winter.”

“So you have never grown crops? Do you know what is involved in caring
for a garden?”

“No, sir, but I will pay attention and learn.”

“What is your special skill? What are you best at?”

“Skill is a new word to me but I think I understand. I’m the keeper of
the firestones for Terah, Skye, Raine, and me. When I strike the stones
together they almost always produce fire for me. I understand them and they
show me where and how to hit them. But I don’t know if that’s a skill. I think
Terah might understand the plants for you though. She has an uncanny ability at
uncovering mushrooms, tubers, and hidden edibles. No one else is as good as
her.”

Chad finished his breakfast thoughtfully. Terah was Andreas’s bride so
it seemed the power had worked perfectly in choosing her. What might Flame’s
talent be?

“Who named you Flame? Were you named that after you showed skill with
the fire stones? What was your name before?”

“My name has always been Flame. Old Anny named each of us at birth. All
four of us were born close together in time. Terah is the oldest. Everyone
always thought I was named Flame for my red hair. I was the only redhead in our
community, although the seniors remembered there had been a redheaded woman
once before, many years ago.”