Chapter Three
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Jasmine
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It didn't work.Theydidn't go up in flames and disintegrate like in the movies.
"We are not demons," Alexander says.His eyes might be gentle, but his voice is scary as fuck.
"What?Oh my god, you're aliens.Somehow, that's worse.Please don't probe me.I'm too young, and I'm already dealing with enough right now."
"We are not aliens," Tristian says, so affronted that I want to apologize.He rubs his forehead with his massive hand and then looks at me.
"You are the maiden Jasmine of Erthry," Tristian says, clearly wishing I weren't.
Erthry sounds like Earth.Is he asking me if I'm the maiden of Earth?Heck no.
"No, I'm just Jasmine Bennet, thank you very much.I'm not from anything, and I also don't have anything.Please go and pick on someone else," I beg, unable to keep my panic in check any longer.I'm going to end up crying if they don't go poof soon.
"You are who we need," Alexander says, a little kinder.No, I can't be fooled by his charm.He might eat me later.
"You are our mate," Marquis says, his face splitting into a smile that kind of hypnotizes me.What?No.I'm not into aliens.
"No, actually, I'm not," I insist.
"You are our mate," Alexander insists back.
"Last time I checked, it was still no."
I wish they would drop this mate crap."Look, I have enough friends already.And I mean, this might sound mean, but I don't think you want to be my friend.I'm terrible.Hot mess, right here."
"We cannot keep going around in circles," Tristian barks."You are our mate.We will take you back to Kraukug.We will fuck you, as our right is to own you."
"Excuse me?Do you mean fuck as in fuck-fuck?"I whisper.Did they mean "mate" as in "fuck"?
Having my anus probed is one thing; actually being...fucked?I think not.
"You most certainly will not be touching me, you crazy extraterrestrials from another planet.Okay, here's the thing.Again.I have my own problems.But I'm sure if you look elsewhere, maybe on a dating site, you'll find a more suitable mate, and you can fuck to your heart's content.Okay?"
"For the last time, we are not aliens," Tristian grumbles again, and I swear the floor quakes.What's his problem?
"You are our mate," Marquis says, nodding his massive head."It's been written."
"Not by me, it hasn't.Here's an idea: I'm sure you have lovely female orcs you can mate with.They'll enjoy it, you'll feel good, and everything will be fine."
"There are no females on our land."
