Corin Cain - Sold to the Alien Gladiators: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

This is a dark reverse harem romance which features total submission, rough BDSM, and fated mates. It is for adult audiences. Please note that while this is a dark romance, all sexual acts are between consensual adults.

I truly hope you enjoy!

I hover my skimmer three feet above the sands of the desert world. The exhaust kicks up grit, and I ache to be home on Terra a planet with vast blue oceans named after the birthplace of humanity.

Our home, before we took to the stars.

Before we had to deal with stuck-up, arrogant Aurelians and filthy Toads. Before we knew the scourge of Scorps.

I shudder with revulsion. Ive been away from home for three years now. All because of those bloody Aurelians.

Arrogant. Imperious. The seven-foot tall aliens that rule over Terra are chiselled Greek Gods, all impossible muscle and defined abs. Their skin is the color of marble, and they stand rigid as if theyre statues. Most human women drool over them, trading away all self-respect and dignity for the chance to be chosen for their vast harems.

But Im not most human women. I have a burning, all-encompassing hatred for Aurelians and anyone willing to desecrate themselves to join the ranks of the submissive women who serve them.

They took my father away in cuffs and put him in prison. Aurelians dont understand. With lives that span thousands of years, they view a five-year prison sentence like we view a week. Without my father to provide for us, my family was ruined and my sickly mother would have been out on the streets if it wasnt for me.

I clear my mind of the scourge of Aurelians as I race across the dunes, holding down the throttle until I find that sweet spot at which Im almost losing control where one instant of lost focus would end with me turned into a puddle, and my skimmer reduced to a pile of smoking debris. My scanner beeps and signals, my skimmer screaming forward and leaving a long trail of smoky dust behind me.

Im close. So close.

After my father was taken away, I promised myself Id never rely on any man, ever again. Not even if I have to scavenge and risk my life in these forsaken deserts of Bugra. Not even if I have to outfox Toad slavers, whod kill their own mothers for a young, human female like me.

Out here, Im free.

And, if Im right, I wont have to scavenge anymore. If my scanner is correct, Ill never have to work again. Ill be so rich I can buy my mother a home away from the factories that spoil her lungs. Ill be able to help my father get back on his feet when he gets out of jail branded with a criminal record thatll ensure no one wants to hire him.

I shudder. I cant think of my father right now. My mother told me he always wanted the best for me, and that the whole tax avoidance scandal that ruined us was because he was trying desperately to pay for my schooling. I remember the stink of vodka on his breath, and the temper that accompanied it, more than I remember any devotion to my education

But I guess I shouldnt hold it against him. Scraping together a living with the harsh levies of Aurelians is enough to drive any man to drink.

At least out here, on the cold dunes, Im free.

And no one will ever take that freedom from me.

I fly over a huge hill, my stomach dropping as I coast in the empty air. I gasp at the sight below me.

Down in the long-abandoned valley is a downed Aurelian Reaver.

I can barely contain my excitement. Recent quakes on Bugra shifted the dunes of the desert, unveiling precious relics of battles aeons ago when the universe was first plunged into war.

The Reaver is the fastest, most vicious front-line ship in the Aurelian fleets. In the old days of the inter-galactic war, the stories told of skies lit up night and day with Orb-Beams and Track Cannons. Those days are long ago now, and the universe is in an uneasy truce. Neither the Toads nor the Aurelians will risk the bloodshed of another galactic war.

But the relics of it remain.

I pull my skimmer next to the Reaver and hop off, fighting back my hope.

If Im right about whats inside, Ill be able to get off this godforsaken planet. My days of outrunning and fighting off Toad slavers whod view any twenty-year-old human female as an easy target will finally be over. I wont have to hide from Toad authorities, who view all salvage as their rightful property. I wont have to endure them hounding me, as I try to sell my meagre wares on the black-market.

If only If only theres a full Orb in there

I run my hand over the surface of the sand-covered ship at least, what I can reach of it. The Aurelian fighter might be the smallest craft in their fleet, but it still looms high above me. The pregnant, deep red of the Bugra sun is at its zenith, so theres no shadow to be found next to the wracked bulk of the Reaver. I crawl through a rend in the ships outer hull, shuddering as I imagine the track cannon artillery that must have caused the jagged tear.

I try to still my heart, but the thumping beats like war drums in my ears. As I emerge on the other side of the hole in the hull, I start to creep down the ships main hallway my step silent and cautious. Im reminded, as dust assails my lungs, that no one has walked these halls for thousands of years.

The shifting sands of the dunes angled the ship, almost tipping it over. I struggle to keep my balance as I walk forward carefully. The Reaver is made for the seven-feet-tall Aurelian triad that piloted the ship. They could walk easily down the hallway between the engine room, the bridge, and the gunning stations. I feel like a child as I tread these looming corridors.

I pause between the twin gunning stations where two of the Aurelian triad would have manned the devastating Orb-Beams. One of them remains or, at least, whats left of him does. I stifle a scream as I stare at the bones of the alien, draped over the controls of the gunning station. My breath is quick and frantic, and I force myself to try and control it.

Youve seen dead Toads and Humans before. This is nothing new. Calm yourself, Jasmine!

Despite what I tell myself, this is something new. Toads and Humans are one thing. This skeleton is that of a giant, and I can only imagine the beast that manned the Orb-Beam gunnery. My hand trembles as I gently touch the huge bones of its arm, shuddering. Ive only ever seen Aurelians from afar, growing up in Tera, and I feel full of hate for them.

Nevertheless, I will respect the dead. I take my hand away, and instead turn to look at the Orb-Beams themselves weapons that can tear apart a city, all the way from orbit.

The Aurelians could have conquered us with those devastating weapons. They did not have to. The fringes of humanity never tasted the wrath of their Orb-Beams before surrendering.

We gave into them because they provided protection.

We sold our freedom to tyrantsall in return for the promise of protection against the chaos and violence of the universe. We sold our souls.

I creep past the weapons station, and the macabre scene draped across it, to seek my prize. In the center of the bridge is the ancient captains chair, where the monstrous skeleton of the Aurelian captain that piloted the Reaver still sits. The pilot is responsible for piloting, evading, and dodging ground artillery and ship fire.