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small.” The guard reached for the female, who was bound by some restrictive gel to where she sat. He took hold of her; another push of a button released the grip of the gel and he pulled her out.
    “See?” The guard held her at arm’s length. “A mature female’s body. And fertile. These humans have birthed Traoian young.”
    Zios stepped forward and looked down at the female. Her eyes were the first things he noticed; he’d seen the same feral rage in the eyes of the beast he’d just killed. He dropped his gaze to her body, and could see that she did indeed have a full form. He looked over at Utak, and could again tell they were sharing the same thought. He nodded to his brother, who reached a hand into the neckline of the torn gown she wore and ripped it from her.
    The female tried to turn away, but the guards wouldn’t let her. Zios walked around, inspecting this strange, smooth human. He remembered now that they were from Earth, a planet he’d heard mentioned was struggling. He’d heard their inhabitants were soft and weak. This one was indeed soft. He reached out, his rough knuckles sliding down her bare arm. She kicked at him when he did this, and his reaction was swift. Zios drew back his arm, and the crack of his huge hand across her bottom resounded through the open air along with the peal of her sharp cry.
    The human fell forward from the impact, and would have landed face down were it not for the guards who still held her. Zios watched as the image of his hand emerged dark pink on her pale skin. The defiant look was still in her eyes when he walked back around to face her. She was staring out through a veil of silver hair, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tried not to cry.
    Utak reached out, lifted the tresses over her right shoulder, and took a firm breast in his hand. He tested the soft weight of it in his hand before pinching the nipple. The human winced, but remained defiant in her expression. Utak moved his hand lower, over the slight swell of her belly to the mound of her pussy. It was bare and smooth. He’d never seen one like that, without hair. He parted the pussy lips, gazing at the inner folds, the same dark pink as her nipples. Smooth and soft. But there was strength in this little female, and the Breeding Time was almost at hand. The planting had begun back home. A baby rooted in the womb before the end of the season would grow through winter and be born in the safety of spring’s warmth, should the life spark be granted quickly. If they did not take her now, they would miss their chance to welcome a son of Trogar in this cycle.
    Zios reached out and took hold of the human, who tensed at his touch.
    “Tell your leaders the chieftains of Trogar accept their gift, and send thanks.”
    The guards nodded as they handed the little female over. One of the guards offered the human female a mean smile that made Zios feel angry, even though he didn’t understand why.
    As the guards departed on their vehicle, the other Trogarians who’d been observing the exchange pressed in. Zios looked down at the girl. He’d expected her to shrink away from this crowd of strangers who were so different from her. But she stood boldly facing them.
    “Move aside! Move aside!” The crowd parted again. The Crone was lurching forward, her long straggly hair fanned away from her face by the light wind, the staff with the sacred rock held tight in her gnarled hand. Her breasts, loose and unbound beneath her tunic, swayed as she walked. She stopped in front of the brothers and stared directly at the human.
    “I saw her,” she said, looking first at Utak and then at Zios. The night Mara’s body went up to the All that Is, in the flames I saw this being.”
    Zios felt the hair on his neck stand up. “Will she give us sons?”
    The Crone was silent for a moment. “Yes.” Her tone was flat. “And more.”
    “I’ll give you nothing!” The human had spoken, and at the same moment jerked her arm so