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“Come with me”

He reaches for

“Where are we going?”

“The nobles and officials are trying to get hters I’d appreciate the company There is not a soul in the cha screeds of spawn to coht colonize”

My heart sinks It feels as though he has crushed it in his big, clawed alien hand and dropped it down into the void of my soul

Of course Krush is going to have to find awithout a queen, or at least a hare mates?

I follow him because the collar aroundno human has ever seen A royal korabiI just have to pretend that I haven’t fallen in love with the king myself How hard can it be?

Lagging behind hiht of the rear of him Korabi fashion is… sparse, if I had to pick a word They have incredible bodies, and they like to show the pants in the traditional sense of the term Or any kind of shirt, for that matter

He looks incredible strapped for display, thick lines of a biogenic fabric holding itself against his golden skin He is practically naked, but for a cloak which he holds in one clawed finger back over his left shoulder His ine that it would not take much in the way of effort for him to release that monster rod I wonder if that is what’s intended, if this is a fory

He leads me into the same room where my capture was first revealed to him It looks quite different now It is not covered in the dust and shame of a recent human escape

The scene is set for quite a spectacle The korabi are dressed in the fanciest of ways, fine gold and silver robes everywhere, exposed chests for bothas their htly and broadly colored I think they must paint their bodies The way they shimmer and shine with iridescence not seen in the males speaks to a kind of fe species My own seems very bland and samey by comparison

The roo on these hateful crutches The sound of the is clearly audible across the entire great hall There have been many attempts made to humiliate humans by the korabi We have been stripped and beaten; we have been ers None of it really compares to the simple shame of a squeaky crutch If the korabi ever understand how the slightest social faux pas can completely unravel humans, ill be destroyed

Krush takes his throne and tugs me down beside him My crutches are swept away I am left to cower next to him, a captive human on a chain, is

“King Krush, we are honored to present the finest females of the korabi empire!”

The korabi speaking is a fascinating creature He is wearing what I can only describe as an archaic and barbaric outfit, co about his biceps and his neck His eyes are an incredible gold His hair is raven, much like Rath’s His skin is like mentations He is absolutely the only creature in the roolows like a sharp-toothed alien barbarian shaman beneath the heavy fall of his animal coat

“Thank you, Tusk” Krush only barely tries to sound enthused, and rather immediately fails

It is interesting that the alien who looks like he should be out destroyingwith all his mates I find myself very curious about this one they call Tusk

But Tusk quickly steps aside for what I can only describe as a fashion shohere the clothes don’t matter There are many dozens of these beautiful, ornately dressed korabi wo for Krush’s carnal attentions

They want to be the mothers of his children They want to be the fehts They want him to protect them They want to serve him in Every Way Possible Hells, even I a displays The way so