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Some of his fellow Jorgens had taken Earth wives and they swore that using Bonding Fruit made anything possible but Torus had his doubts. Even for his kind, his shaft was extremely large. He couldn’t see trying to fit it into a female who was half his size and whose head barely came up to his elbow.
I should have stayed aboard the Jorgen ship, he thought as he looked out the reinforced window in his office which showed a view of the Earth in the distance. The Kindred Mother Ship orbited the Earth’s moon and regular shuttles went back and forth between the Mother Ship and Earth, carrying Kindred and their brides.
Torus had been to Earth exactly once—which was enough for him. He had been to a continent called North America and had visited a state called Florida. The climate was extremely hot and humid and the traffic was horrendous. Somehow the humans still hadn’t mastered flying cars, so all of their Earth vehicles clogged every road, filling the air with dirty, stinking fumes from the fossil fuels that most of them still used. It was a nightmare!
Also, everywhere he went, everyone had stared at him constantly as though he was a freak or some form of free entertainment, which Torus really disliked. The humans aboard the Mother Ship were nice enough but the ones on Earth had no manners. He had decided never to go back. What was the point when he knew he was never going to find a mate on the backwards little planet?
Thinking of finding a mate made Molly Byrne pop into his head again for some reason. Torus tried to push the thought away. He wasn’t really interested in the enchanting little human, it was just that he kept having dreams about her.
At first he’d thought he might be Dream-Sharing with her, which was a common phenomenon with other branches of the Kindred family tree. It usually happened when the Goddess had chosen to put two people together—they would start having dreams of each other’s daily lives and would slowly be drawn together.
But the dreams Torus had of Molly weren’t those kinds of dreams. He didn’t see her daily life—at least, he certainly hoped it wasn’t her daily life. Because all the dreams he had of her were more like nightmares.
In these nightly dreams, he saw the curvy little redhead with a human man. The human was tall for his kind—almost as tall as a regular sized Kindred, Torus estimated. Anyway, he was big enough to make Molly look small in comparison—though part of the reason she looked small was that she was always shrinking away from him.
The human—who had brown hair and eyes and wore a kind of permanent sneer on his face—was always shouting at her. He called Molly names and belittled her. Sometimes he menaced her or threw things at her head.
In one awful dream, Torus had seen her lock herself in the fresher—what humans called a “bathroom” or a “toilet”—while the human male was outside raging at her and beating on the door for hours.
Molly had crouched beside the bathtub with her arms around her knees. Her pretty face had been distorted by tears as she sobbed and begged for the human man to leave her alone. But he wouldn’t—he just kept shouting and threatening—making her feel small and scared and helpless.
The worst dreams, though, were the ones where she was intimate with the human male. Thank goodness they were few and far between, because Torus didn’t think he could stand to have them often.
In these dreams, the human male was almost always on top, grinding Molly into the mattress beneath her. Or sometimes he would make her give him oral pleasure—then he would grab the back of her head and force her down onto his shaft, gagging and choking her until the tears streamed from her eyes.
Molly never asked for any of these encounters—she hated sex with the rough human male. But she was too frightened to refuse him when he demanded the use of her body—which was all he was doing, just using her like a sex toy, Torus thought angrily. She would give in to him because she was terrified if she didn’t, he would hurt her even more. Afterwards, when he rolled off her and started snoring, she would lay in the darkness crying and feeling helpless and used and dirty and trapped…
Torus knew this because in these dreams, he always felt what she felt. He felt her sorrow and despair and the constant fear that hovered over every word she spoke and every action she took because she never knew what would set off the human male she lived with. He felt her bone-deep terror that someday the male would go too far and kill her and that no one would mind because the humans didn’t care enough to protect their females properly. But most of all he felt how trapped she was—how she feared she would never, ever get away from this awful situation that had somehow consumed her entire world.
The dreams always left Torus shaken and sweating and sick to his stomach when he finally woke from them. He was a big, powerful male—he wasn’t used to feeling small and frightened—like a tiny prey animal being stalked by a vicious predator. And he especially wasn’t used to feeling used and abused sexually.
His body often ached after the really bad dreams, as though he had endured rough penetration. And often he woke with tears in his eyes from the sorrow he felt when he lived through these traumatic incidents with Molly.
Torus didn’t think of himself as an especially soft-hearted male—he never cried. Or he hadn’t before the dreams started, a few months ago. But feeling the little Elite’s terror—her helplessness and hopelessness—tore at his heart. It made him want to gather her into his arms and try to comfort her.
Even more, it made him want to go and pound the male who was hurting her to dust! Just thinking of the way he forced and abused her made Torus grind his teeth with fury. He wanted to go kill the male in his dreams—how dare he hurt such a sweet little defenseless female? How dare he force her to service him sexually when he disgusted her to the point of nausea?
If he could have stopped her trauma, Torus would have done it in a heartbeat. But the thing was, none of this was happening to Molly in real life. He knew because he had done some careful and discreet digging into her personal life.
Molly Byrne had lived aboard the Mother Ship for only six months, but she wasn’t attached to any male. She had no mate or children—she lived quietly and alone in one of the single suites aboard the giant ship. She never went on social outings with males—what the humans called “dating.” Instead, she seemed content to keep to herself, though she had a few friends at work—the quirky Lana being her best friend, at least, as far as Torus could see.
So if she was well and safe, why did he keep having such disturbing dreams about her, he asked himself? Dreams that left him shaken and sick, with tears in his eyes or his heart pounding in terror.
Also, why couldn’t he get her out of his mind? She was just like the other human females—too tiny to call as a mate. Even though her petite frame was more padded and curvy than most—which he liked—he would still crush her if they tried to do anything intimate together.
Not that he would ever initiate such a thing. After seeing her get forced over and over in the terrible dreams, Torus was certain she would never want anything to do with a male sexually again.
I would never hurt her, though, he thought, picturing her lovely, heart-shaped face and her big, hazel eyes. I would be so gentle…so careful and patient.
Molly reminded him of a bird with a broken wing—one he wished he could heal. He could imagine stroking her long, flame-red hair…feeling the silky strands curl around his fingers as she looked up at him trustingly.
“I’ll be gentle with you, little bird,” he would tell her. “I’ll never hurt you—I swear it…”
Ping! The small sound pulled him out of his daydream—which had been verging on a fantasy, he admitted to himself uncomfortably. It was the signal that he had an interdepartmental e-mail which the sender had marked as “urgent—open immediately.”
Torus sighed to himself in irritation. Doubtless this was the memo from Karen Geners. It was going to be filled with ridiculous questions everyone already knew the answers to as well as a thinly veiled come-on and probably an invitation to discuss the matter further “at my place.” Karen was always asking to cook him Last Meal or offering to take him out to one of the restaurants in the center of the Mother Ship. Torus had turned her down time and again but she still?—
His thoughts cut off abruptly as he opened the email and saw what it was. Torus leaned towards the screen. His eyes got wider and wider as the video embedded in the email played on and on and soft moans came from the speakers of his computer.
