THE SARRAN PLAGUE by A.C. Katt


Science Fiction Erotic Romance

Summary

“Even now in your flush of victory, we have sown the seeds of your defeat.”
Hanitz, Commander Zyptz Warrior Birds –Message to Brightstar

The Sarran Warriors came home from victory to genocide. The enemy had unleashed a virus fatal to all fertile fems on the Home Planet. The Sarrans mated in Triad, without fems, civilization ended. For two cycles they searched the Galaxy for a genetically compatible vessel. They found Earth. The WarriorPairs left Sarran with heavy hearts. They were told the Earthen fems were an inferior species, unable to establish the psychic bond that was essential to the triad bond.

Yet from as far out as the asteroid belt, fem voices called to the mates. They were in pain, they were dying, they had met the enemy. Admirals Jonal and Tonas were determined to obtain their fem at almost any cost; because they had already mated in her mind.

Excerpt “Thirsty,” she whispered. Then a strong, gentle hand lifted Anya's head. She nuzzled closer, breathing deeply of fresh linen, vanilla, and man—definitely man.

“Drink, Pa Mici, drink,” a deep basso voice rumbled.

Anya’s eye caught a snapshot of dark blue eyes, tousled midnight black hair. A thin white scar traced along the outline of a square jaw. Her vision was fuzzy around the edges. The hair on his muscled arm tickled across her back. His palm cupped the nape of her neck, supporting her head. The thumb stroked downward. She trembled, leaning into the light caress.

The thick fingers of his other hand curved around a filigreed silver tumbler with maroon and gold swirls.

"Please, thirsty," Anya mumbled as her lips pursed round the proffered straw.

“Careful, Pa Mici, lips that shape beg a kiss,” the deep voice murmured.

The juice flowed through her mouth and down her throat, easing the dryness. Voices in her mind, one was here, the basso. The other, a baritone, was close by. The vibrations sang sweet music to her sex. Anya’s skin flushed rose. She reached up and traced a finger along the thin scar.

“Your skin is exquisite, Pa Mici. Do you feel us yet? ” His soft, mobile lips swept light kisses across her cheek and nibbled at the corner of her mouth.

“Name?” she insisted, sticking out her lower lip, her mouth in moue.

"Jonal. Rest now,” the voice soothed.

“’Tis such a good dream,” Anya whispered, as she grabbed his arm. “Please, don't make me wake up.”

 

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Sarran Plague © 2009 by AC Katt

 

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