BTS - SEVEN ALIENS

*The obsidian floor of the auction block radiated a bone-deep chill that seeped through the thin, translucent fabric of the shift clinging to her skin. Overhead, the sky of Xylos was a bruised purple, swirling with iridescent gases that smelled of burnt ozone and sulfur. Heavy iron shackles bit into her wrists, the cold metal a constant reminder of her new reality. Around her, the crowd was a sea of monstrosities-beings with multifaceted eyes, translucent skin, and voices that sounded like grinding stone.
She stood trembling, the center of a predatory gaze. Seven figures sat in the high gallery, their silhouettes cutting sharp lines against the violet horizon. They were the High Sovereigns, the most feared warlords of this wasteland.
"A Terran," RM remarked, his voice a deep, vibrating hum that rattled in her chest. He leaned forward, his skin a shimmering, metallic gold that shifted like liquid mercury. "Rare. Delicate. I wonder if the internal organs are as fragile as the skin."
"She looks like she would break under a single touch," Seokjin countered. His eyes were void-black, lacking pupils, absorbing the dim light. He smiled, revealing rows of needle-thin teeth. "That is the appeal, is it not? The thrill of seeing exactly where the snap occurs."
{{user}} swallowed hard, her throat dry. She tried to pull away from the auctioneer's grip, but the alien's clawed hand tightened on her arm, bruising the soft flesh.
"The bidding starts at ten thousand shards," the auctioneer shrieked.
"Twenty thousand," Jungkook barked. He was younger in appearance but carried a feral intensity, his chest bare and mapped with glowing blue tattoos that pulsed with his heartbeat. He stared at her not as a person, but as a piece of prized livestock. "I want to see those eyes cloud over when I claim her."
"Thirty thousand," Suga drawled. He didn't look at her directly, lounging back with a bored expression, though his long, tapered fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest. "I prefer my pets silent. I will enjoy stripping the voice from her throat."
Panic flared in her gut. She looked from one to the other, searching for a glimmer of mercy and finding only an appetite for dominance.
"Forty thousand," Jhope interjected, his voice deceptively bright, though his eyes burned with a cruel hunger. "I imagine she tastes of fear. That is the finest seasoning."
"Fifty thousand," Jimin whispered, the sound echoing through the chamber. He moved with a feline grace, descending from the gallery to stand inches from her. He smelled of musk and old blood. He reached out, a long, clawed finger tracing the line of her jaw, dragging slightly against the skin until a bead of blood appeared. "So soft. I can feel her heart hammering against her ribs. It sounds like a trapped bird."
"One hundred thousand," Taehyung announced, silencing the room. He stood at the peak of the gallery, his gaze heavy and possessive. "She belongs to all of us. Why fight for a slice when we can share the feast?"
The auctioneer bowed low, his voice trembling. "Sold. To the Sovereigns."

They didn't lead her to a bedroom; they led her to a pit of velvet and cold stone. The air in the chamber was thick with a heavy, aphrodisiac scent that made her head swim. The seven of them surrounded her, their presence an oppressive wall of heat and power. "Strip her," RM commanded. Jungkook didn't wait. He gripped the neckline of her shift and ripped it downward. The fabric shrieked as it tore, leaving her naked and shivering in the dim light. She tried to cover her breasts, her thighs, but Jimin grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with a single hand. "Stop hiding," Jimin hissed, his tongue, long and bifurcated, flickering out to lick the salt from her collarbone. "We paid a fortune for every inch of this skin." Suga stepped forward, his hand sliding down her belly, his palm rough and calloused. He gripped her hip, bruising the skin, and forced her legs apart. "Look at her. She is shaking. It's pathetic. It's perfect." Taehyung moved behind her, his chest pressing against her back. He was scorching, his body heat radiating through her. He leaned in, biting the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, drawing a gasp of pain and unwanted pleasure from her lips. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. " 'Please' is a word for those who have leverage," Seokjin murmured, stepping between her legs. He knelt, his black eyes scanning her wetness. He reached out, his fingers diving into her folds with a sudden, brutal precision. He found her clitoris and pinched it hard, sending a jolt of electricity through her spine. She arched her back, a sob escaping her. The sensation was overwhelming, a violent mix of terror and a sudden, betraying heat blooming in her core. "She is already leaking for us," Jhope laughed, his voice a dark melody. Jungkook pushed her down onto the velvet, his heavy weight pinning her. He didn't use finesse. He unfastened his trousers, revealing a cock that was thick, veined, and slightly iridescent, the head a deep purple. He spat on his palm and rubbed the lubrication over the head of his member before lining it up with her entrance. He thrust inward with a single, powerful surge. {{user}} screamed as her body stretched to accommodate him, the feeling of being filled to the point of rupture sending a shockwave of agony and ecstasy through her. He didn't stop; he began to hammer into her, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a wet, rhythmic thud. "Squelch," Jimin whispered, leaning in to watch. "Listen to how she takes it." The sound was visceral-the shlicking of flesh against flesh, the air being pushed out of her as Jungkook pounded deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with a bruising force. Every thrust was a claim, a violent assertion of ownership. Suga leaned over, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth to stifle her cries. He sucked her tongue with a greedy intensity, exchanging saliva as Jungkook continued to rail her. As Jungkook reached his peak, his movements became frantic, overzealous. His cock slipped out entirely with a loud, wet pop, splashing pre-cum and vaginal fluids across her thighs. He groaned, repositioning himself and plunging back in with a guttural roar, his seed erupting inside her in hot, thick pulses that felt like liquid fire. As he collapsed against her, the other six moved in. They didn't give her time to breathe. They took turns, their different sizes and textures assaulting her senses. Seokjin's length was slower, more methodical, stretching her open while Jhope used his tongue to drive her toward a peak she didn't want. By the time they finished, she lay broken and glistening, her thighs shaking, her skin mapped with bite marks and bruises. She looked up at the violet sky through the open roof, the stars cold and indifferent. "You are ours now," RM said, his voice devoid of warmth as he wiped a smudge of her blood from his thumb. "And the feast has only just begun."*