Salvation Book Six (EBOOK)

We proudly partner with BookFunnel to safely deliver your Ebook purchases and to assist with any technical issues you may encounter.

Upon purchase, you will immediately receive an email at the email address you used for your purchase providing a download link to your Ebook from BookFunnel. If you don't see the email, please check your spam or junk folder.

Each ebook you purchased will have a separate link in the email. Click your book link, then, on the BookFunnel page, you can simply click the command to start reading using your browser or click the Get My Ebook button and follow the instructions to download the Ebook to your Kindle, iPhone, Android, Nook or Kobo device.

Note: your purchased Ebook(s) may be downloaded within 14 days of purchase. Your purchased Ebooks will remain available to you to read in your BookFunnel library on the free BookFunnel app.

If you have any issues reading or downloading your purchased Ebook, there is a Need Help? link at the top right corner of the book download page.

You can read the ebooks on any ereader (Amazon, Kobo, Nook), your tablet, phone, computer, and/or in the free Bookfunnel app.

Lomax

I had never seen a drunk Draax before.

And I saw a lot of Draax. A girl didn’t do what I did to get the juice without seeing a lot of Draax up close and personal.

Very close.

I inched a little nearer. I hadn’t expected to see the massive Draax from the night before at the bar again tonight. I definitely hadn’t expected him to be drunk off his piehole and surrounded by three - I squinted - make that four women who were hanging off his bulging biceps and sitting on his tree trunk thighs.

I recognized all of them. We traveled in the same circles, so to speak. Desperate women hitting the bars every night, willing to do or suck anything to get some gallberry juice to save themselves or their loved ones.
“Another of these disgusting drinks, barkeep!” The Draax roared, slamming his beer stein on the table in front of him. The usual emerald colour of his skin was flushed a dark green from the beer, making the thin white scar from below his left eye to just above his lip stand out in stark relief. The women shied away, mistaking his enthusiasm for beer as anger. They didn’t have translators like I did. Most of them had been lowers their entire lives.

The Draax tugged two of the women back into his lap. “Come, little females. I like the feel of your soft asses against my cock.”

I rolled my eyes and slipped into an empty seat at the bar. I scanned the bar. It was full of Draax tonight, and I would have my choice of who to sleep with, assuming they were willing to trade.

The bartender didn’t bother to take my drink order. He knew I wouldn’t have any money, knew I was here for one thing only. I used to be ashamed of that. Now, I was too tired to be ashamed.

I scanned the bar. Not that I thought the Draax from last night would be here again, but maybe I would get lucky. Unfortunately, there was no sign of Sigan, and I swallowed my disappointment. Last night had been an anomaly, a blip in the regularly scheduled programming of my life. Getting gallberry juice without having to fuck for it was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and that moment for me was last night. The fact that it’d been primo gallberry juice was just the icing on the cake.

This was the best I’d felt in weeks, and while I probably didn’t need to be out tonight, why not take advantage of how good I felt? I could save whatever juice I got tonight for when I was too weak or exhausted to fuck. Which, frankly, was happening more and more often.

The last few times, I’d had to stop halfway through the sex, my heart skipping beats, my chest tight, and too short of breath and dizzy to continue without a break. The Draax so far had been understanding, but what happened the first time I fucked one who wasn’t so patient? I probably wouldn’t be the first woman to die of a heart attack while fucking a Draax, but I didn’t exactly relish the idea.

As if to remind me why I was here and to get on with the fucking program, my heart skipped a couple of beats. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heartbeat in my ears and my chest getting tight.

I took a couple of calming breaths. Not that breathing deep would heal aortic valve disease, but what else could I do? Besides fuck the Draax for juice, that is.
The high-pitched squeals drew my attention back to the drunk Draax. He had his tongue down one of the women’s throats, and her hand was down his pants and jacking him with hard, brisk strokes.

Newbie mistake. You never gave them the good stuff, like handjobs or blowjobs, until they gave you at least a few swallows of juice. She wasn’t new to this, but maybe she was as drunk as the Draax. Usually, the Draax wouldn’t go near us if they even suspected we might be drinking, but it’s not like the drunk Draax was thinking clearly.

I looked away. Even a few feet away, the tent pole the Draax sported in his pants nearly poked my eye out. The women were in for one hell of a ride.

Better them than you, my inner voice whispered.

Wasn’t that the truth. I sometimes struggled to take Draax dick, and more than once, I’d be forced to grit my teeth and insist that no, it was fine, it didn’t hurt at all, keep going, you sexy alien stud.

I took one last look at the drunk Draax before turning away. No amount of juice was worth death by giant Draax dong. I’d rather go out the way God intended me to go… randomly dropping dead of a sudden heart attack.

A Draax sat on the stool beside me. He wore a plain cotton shirt with black pants and, unlike many of the Draax, didn’t carry a sword at his side. He did, however, have the tell-tale bulge of a juice flask in his pocket. He looked me up and down, and I pushed my arms together to give my cleavage a boost and smiled at him.

“Hi. I’m Lomax. What’s your name, handsome?”