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Chapter Six

Khol

After fallingasleep in what I believed to be an old abandoned merchant’s cart, I woke up the next morning with muscles so sore that I could barely move.

Things had happened so quickly and I hardly had time to process everything. The most notable event was my introduction to the hot little kitten who tested my patience and skewed my reasoning. I though leaving the hut last night to clear my head was logical. Every move I made from here on out was important. In the past, conquests and battles had been in the forefront of my mind. And now, I had acquired a settlement to build, strengthen, and protect. I couldn’t do that if my judgement was flawed.

When my horde and I arrived on the shores of Dretis yesterday, we didn’t receive much opposition. For the most part, Magdul’s men had sensed why we were here and many of them ran to the capitol to warn him of our presence in the city. Dretis had a considerable army, but they were no match for my hordesmen. By the time everything was all said and done, many had surrendered their weapons and allowed us to take the city. Of the small percentage of Dretis warriors that we were forced to kill during the raid, many of them were already staunch supporters of Magdul. They would have defended him to the death and beyond. With their harmful ideas of dictatorship, they would’ve been a threat to the vision for the future settlement.

As soon as we reached Magdul, he was in the process of packing up and leaving, trying to escape his fate. He was guilty as charged, but as the former leader of Dretis, he failed to perform his duties. Not only that, he worked with others in an attempt to overthrow King Oderas, trading not only coins but also human and Aurrakians slaves to pay his allies to work with him in secrecy. He was the main perpetrator in the murder of Oderas’s nephew, who had suspected Magdul was a traitor long ago. He’d been given the most trusted role of any human in the galaxy and proved that he was not deserving. And now King Oderas vowed never to give another human such a role again. Rather than leave the colony without a leader, King Oderas had granted me the title and all of the land within, including the capitol of Dretis—a human settlement—and all the outlying villages. It was a pity, really, that so few humans led colonies on Xalxa, but now because of Magdul’s ploy, King Oderas would remain suspicious. Dretis could’ve become the greatest human settlement on this side of the galaxy if Magdul had focused his talents elsewhere, but greed had gotten the better of him.

Now that Dretis and the entire colony was mine, my plans for it would be different—we’d be the greatest colony on this side of the galaxy period. With my skilled horde and an expert master builder, who happened to be my own blood brother, we’d build something better than what it was.

Along with my visions of the perfect colony came visions of the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. One with brown hair hanging in loose curls, enchanting hazelnut eyes, and sun-touched skin. Her voice—as I remembered it—was mesmerizing. Even her screams sent my heart racing like the most feral beast. Her body was flawless and delicate, like glass. The scent of her arousal wasn’t something I could easily forget. Even now, I recalled the slick walls of her sex clenching my fingers and wishing I had opened her like a lotus blossom and fucked her instead.

My cock began to pulse with need. Before I started something I couldn’t finish, I sprang upward in the cart and willed myself to think about the biggest task at hand.

I climbed off of the cart and spotted a young Aurrakian staring at me from behind a tree. He had a ball and a stick in his hand. Some other boys played in a field nearby. They called to him, but he was more interested in watching me. As soon as he realized that I saw him, he turned around and ran off, yelling to his friends that he saw a Tirizar hordesman. It was good thing that he didn’t know exactly who I was. The last thing I needed were rumors circulating around about the king sleeping on a bed of straw in a merchant’s cart. Then again, who cared what anyone thought about me. I would debunk the rumors soon as I knew they were the reason why most of the villagers here ran away at the first sight of me and my horde.

No matter what titles I earned throughout the years—ruthless conquerer, violent warrior, feral soldier—I would always be hordesman through and through. My title as king would be an extension of me and the trials and tribulations that had gotten me here. There was no changing my past as the king commander of one of the most feared hordes in the galaxy.

But here I was sleeping like a fellow hordesman in the elements. The idea of occupying a castle so big one could get lost in it didn’t leave me overjoyed. My brother—however—he got exited about things like extravagant castles and huge space stations. I’d rather clean the evidence of a slaughter off my blade than erect a castle. I’d rather pillage the ships of violent space pirates than draw sketches of buildings. And most importantly, I’d rather rid the galaxy of the most vile creatures preying on the weakest colonies. We were different, my brother and I. It’s why I was made king commander and he pursued the route of master builder. We both served the King of Kings and had paved our own way in life.

I reached for my sack and then made sure my armor and vest were intact and then made a beeline straight toward the hut where I left Visla. Maybe she had stored up her energy too. After yesterday and how I spanked her for her disobedience and helped myself to a sample of her pussy, I already felt like a dead man walking. But once I touched her flesh, swollen with arousal, I couldn’t stop. Her juices melted in my hands and her moans had been delectable to my ears. Would she attempt to stab me again? Maybe through the heart this time? How unfortunate would it be if I were to become king, which was the highest honor for any warrior, only to live a day with that title because a beautiful human woman stabbed me to death. That was not a warrior’s death at all. Yes, it would be most unfortunate if I were to die at the hands of a little kitten such as herself.

Three warriors stood outside the door this morning. Before I approached, they were laughing and talking among themselves. Once I made my presence known, they stood at attention and bowed to acknowledge my presence.

“Has my prisoner been giving you any problems?” I asked.

“No, my King. I brought her breakfast this morning. She didn’t eat it. She’s been quiet.”

I pushed my way into the hut. My eyes immediately landed on the bed. She wasn’t there. My gaze jerked to the table where meals were eaten to find a plate of cold breakfast.

My heart dropped and then a breeze swooped past my face. I looked to the window which was open. A piece of torn cloth from the tunic Visla was wearing was caught in the cracks.

She had escaped!

I could only imagine her wriggling her body and her plump ass through the small window until she broke free. For my warriors not to have heard her, she must have been as quiet as a mouse. So she was violent, a temptress, and an escape artist.

I ground my teeth together and marched back out the door. “She is gone.”

“My King, what do you mean she is gone?” Drurak asked.

“She slipped through the window.”

W’rax looked at the ground. His scales swelled in embarrassment. “My King, forgive me, I—”

Before he could finish, I rushed back into the hut. Drurak came in behind me. “My King, I will send someone to go find her immediately. We were just inside to check on her. She couldn’t have gotten far. She is fertile and in heat. We can find her at once.”

“Don’t send anyone after her.”

“But—”

“Send no one,” I repeated, sternly this time.

Drurak nodded and backed out of the hut.

As I was changing into new garments, I happened to glance at the side of the wall. My attention had been drawn there because I knew something was missing. Sure enough, one of the maps had been snatched from the wall. The thumbtack was still there, but the drawing was missing.

The little wench had stolen a map and escaped me. I mentally added professional thief to Visla’s list of talents.

Little did she know, I already had her scent. She could’ve have gotten far. Not on the rough terrains of this colony. Maybe it would take me days to find her. Weeks even. A month maybe. But I would find her.

Distractions were costly. Mistakes were made. But which was the distraction—my duty as future king or my urge to claim Visla?

Unfortunately, I had to step up and be the king I promised I would be, or else more than just Visla would slip through the cracks.