Serena
Our planet is not large; in fact, it's one of the smallest in our system. We orbit a young star that is dimming each day, resulting in nights that are longer than the days. However, as nocturnal beings, this poses no issue for us. We follow a 36-hour cycle due to the planet's rotation, with only six hours of daylight. We arrived near dawn, and the people were already preparing for sleep.
The planet is nearly fully inhabited, except for the forests and lakes, which remain untouched. The cities consist of low-lying houses made of clay and stone, giving the planet an earthy hue. We don't paint our homes, as we prefer everything natural; hence, many live in cave dwellings built into hillside slopes.
Our people are hardworking. We grow all our food and breed animals for slaughter, without detriment to the wild creatures in the forest. We fish in the lakes, but we also farm fish and restock the lakes, ensuring a never-ending food supply. Our population resembles locusts, moving in swarms and reproducing so extensively that we had to implement birth control.
We are mostly slim, with long, sturdy arms and legs. The females have small breasts, slender waists, and wide hips, equipped with a robust reproductive system, hence the numerous offspring. The males are straight-backed, with firm chests and rigid muscles, strong enough to dominate any female. Abductors use remote restraint weapons to capture our men, an act of great cowardice since the men have no chance to defend themselves.
I live in the planet's only castle, perched atop a cliff. Behind it lies a limestone precipice. It belonged to my family, the oldest of our kind, nearly all wiped out by invaders, leaving behind only me and an uncle who lives on the opposite side of the planet. With a large family, the castle is essentially deserted since I inhabit it alone and see no point in keeping the entire place operational.
Ascending the hill on my floating device (simply a foothold that levitates with magic), I reach home effortlessly. Climbing the stairs, passing through the tall doors, I cross the grand vestibule, bypassing the hall to reach the inner garden. Here lies a spring encircled by a low wall, forming a large tub in which I bathe. Water flows over one side through a channel, cascading down rocks to form a thin, long waterfall that dissipates mid-air, lacking the force to reach the ground.
Bathing creates bubbles with the natural herb-infused gel I use to cleanse my body, amusing the children who live around the castle. This is the highlight of my day, a moment to strip everything away and let the water cleanse me. The rescue operation brings me contentment; no one was harmed, and despite the rescued suffering, the swift operation prevented severe debilitation, save for those consumed, of course.
The abductors belong to a ferocious species of Glabro, a blend of human and wolf. Tall and powerful, with razor-sharp teeth, they consume whatever they consider edible. Their planet, shrouded in forests, is ideal for living but lacks sufficient minerals and food for everyone. Their extravagant houses, divided into many rooms, can accommodate large families and guests who visit. They are beautiful, with their wolf form hidden, and among them, females are strong and respected.
Feeling relaxed, clean, and fragrant after the bath, I can hear the children's delight at playing with bubbles. I step out of the water, drying myself with a towel that's always there, and don a robe hanging from a wall hook when I hear the most unwelcome voice — at least to me.
"Can't you let me be at peace, even after a rescue, Gordom?" I ask.
"Calm down, princess. I know you're unhurt, and everything went smoothly. Obviously, I wouldn't miss this chance," he replies.
"It's getting light, and I want to rest. Please, leave, Gordom."
"It won't take long, I promise."
As usual, he's quick, but the damage is done. That's the trouble with our people, or rather, with our females. We're not respected, we can't refuse—it's the law. After a female's first estrus, the male who mates with her gains exclusive rights over her, permitted at least once every full moon to copulate until she conceives. Only then can they 'mate' (as they call a permanent union).
Legend has it, and I can't confirm its veracity since I've never witnessed it, that a male can claim a female if he recognizes her as his destined mate, based on a hormonal match that promises healthy offspring. Some say that destined females reproduce solely with their males. Perhaps that's true for me, since that fool has yet to impregnate me.
"If only I could rid myself of you…"
"Don't be that way, princess. I've always treated you kindly, never been violent, and I take care of your safety and well-being," he says. What folly, as if I can't look after myself.
But he persists, drawing near, pulling at my robe, making me face a pillar to brace my hands while he readies himself. He's adept at arousing me, playing with my nipples and clitoris. He penetrates only when he's sure I'm ready, fully and powerfully. I brace myself to not fall; thankfully, he's quick to finish.
Afterward, his seed trickles down my legs, and he looks displeased, questioning, "Why can't you hold my seed? It always runs down your legs. Maybe that's why it doesn't take."
I head toward the bath to cleanse myself once more, but he stops me.
"Stay like this, maybe some is still inside and will take. I'll consult the healer about your condition," he grumbles, readjusting his trousers and storming off.
Without a second thought, I wash away the remnants of his unwanted act. I thank the Creator every time his seed fails to take hold; I couldn't bear having him inside me whenever he wishes, not just on full moons.
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