by Sue Lyndon
To be bred.
She parted her thighs as he explored her pussy, giving her a censuring look when he discovered the wetness within. “You’re all slick down here, Carmen. You weren’t touching yourself before we came here, were you?”
Her mouth dried at the dark gleam in his eyes, and her insides quivered as he splayed her pussy lips apart, delving into her moist entrance. Finally realizing he’d asked her a question, she shook her head.
A sting bloomed across her thigh as he swatted her, twice. “I asked you a question, little girl. Were you touching yourself down here earlier?”
“No!” He’d made it perfectly clear that such behavior was against the rules.
“No, what?” He swatted her thigh again, the sting landing right beside her aching pussy.
She flushed. “No, daddy, I wasn’t touching myself.”
“I certainly hope not. Do you remember what happens if you touch your little flower, Carmen?”
Her center pulsed in his hand, and she resisted the impulse to grind against him. “I-I get a spanking on my flower petals.” Heat engulfed her face, spreading down her chest and throughout her body to make her hot all over. Hot and throbbing and needy. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d go crazy.
He gave her a light smack, directly atop her pussy lips. “That’s right, little girl, so you’d best remember that every little part of you belongs to your daddy. Okay?”
“Okay, daddy,” she said breathlessly, nodding as she parted her legs wider, silently beckoning him to take what belonged to him.
With a growl, he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He stood up long enough to shed his pants before reclaiming his position overtop her. Desire rippled through her in sharp waves when his hardness brushed against her thigh. She tried to touch him, but he pinned her wrists down, holding her captive as he bent to place kisses on her stomach. Her flesh tingled in the wake of his lips as he worked his way up to her breasts and neck. Each time she tried to escape his grasp, he tightened his hold on her wrists and grazed his teeth across her skin.
She was burning up by the time he pressed his cock between her legs, though he didn’t enter her pussy right away. Frustrated and panting, she lifted her hips and tried to invite his entrance, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Pleasure lit in his eyes at her exasperation over his teasing, and she glared at him and once again aimed her center for his hard length.
“You’re a beast for torturing me like this,” she said, fighting his hold but not gaining an inch.
He dragged his cock up and down her slick folds but still didn’t press inside. “Does a certain little girl need a lesson in patience?” he asked in a threatening tone that sent a shiver up her back.
“No, daddy. But I’m so wet and achy I can’t stand it.”
“Then perhaps I should show you just how beastly I can be.” He surged into her pussy with a force that stole her breath. She gasped at the feel of his hugeness inside her, panting as he stilled within her for a few moments before starting to move and setting a fast, hard pace of thrusts. The bed shook as he held her down, keeping her wrists pinned beside her head as he pounded into her.
The sound of sticky slaps filled the room, and she lay beneath him unable to do more than raise her center up slightly to meet his movements. Pain wrought from his roughness blended with the exquisite pleasure of finally being filled up by him, and she fell into a perfect, erotic haze. Sunlight streamed down through the skylight, and she marveled at his strength, his broad chest and well-defined muscles glistening under a sheen of perspiration as he fucked her hard, without mercy. Taking what was his and what she’d longed to give him for what seemed like forever. Now that the moment had come, she was blissfully lost in the sensations as he thrust in and out, each plunge of his shaft sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. She was oh so close to shattering, to coming apart underneath him as her desire coiled tight, ready to spring loose.
He released her wrists and flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Instinctively, she arched her bottom up and spread her thighs, displaying her wet, aching center for his taking. Except he didn’t thrust into her pussy as she’d anticipated, instead drawing moisture up to her bottom hole. She tensed at the unexpected pressure on her snug, private hole.
“Wh-what are you doing, daddy?” Her question came out like a sob, a plea for him to continue fucking her, to bring her to the release she’d almost reached seconds ago.
His hot breath tickled her ear as he leaned over her. “Filling up both your holes.”
*
Erik spread moisture from Carmen’s pussy atop her quivering bottom hole, drawing whimpers from her when he began to push inside with two fingers. Her tight passage clamped down on him, but he persisted, withdrawing a bit only to push farther in with the next thrust. She gasped and tensed beneath him, shuddering with what sounded like relief when he positioned his cock at her slick entrance. Keeping his fingers fully submerged in her bottom hole, he glided the tip of his length over her moist lips.
“Now Carmen, I want to hear you say, ‘Daddy, please fill up both my holes and come inside my pussy.’”
Her body quaked, and she lifted her head, her shoulders rising and falling quickly. “Daddy, will you please fill up both my holes and come inside my pussy?” She tensed after she finished repeating the words and arched her bottom higher.
He slammed into her tightness, groaning with the first thrust into her pussy. God, she was perfect, and she was all his. Keeping his fingers in her ass, he began moving in and out of her moist center, loving the feel of her muscles clamping down on his shaft. Little whimpers escaped her as he pounded into her, setting a fast rhythm as he claimed both her holes at the same time.
She was so lovely on her hands and knees underneath him, silky strands of her hair spread around her head as she gripped the covers. As he fucked her, she kept her backside lifted up, accepting each thrust as he filled her up. He felt the beginnings of his release as a tingle raced up his thighs. His balls tightened, and he reached his free hand underneath her to stroke her clit, rubbing her wetness around the stiff, pulsing button.
“Come for me, Carmen.”
They came together as he pumped into her, his seeding spurting into her depths. She cried out and collapsed beneath him, and he withdrew his cock from her pussy as well as his fingers from her ass. Turning her over on her back, he placed a pillow beneath her bottom and urged her to bend her legs to her chest. He’d just come inside her and though he’d thoroughly enjoyed every second of their joining, the whole purpose of this was for Carmen to conceive. Guilt stabbed at him as he once again wondered if they were doing the right thing. What if she grew to despise him? What if she didn’t become pregnant at all?
A warm hand on his face startled him from his thoughts, and he stared down at a smiling Carmen as she caressed his cheek. She was so beautiful, her hair in disarray and her face flushed. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and a peaceful look had settled upon her.
“Do you think this will help?” she asked, nodding at the pillow beneath her.
He shrugged. “It might.” He released his hold on her knees, and her legs stayed in place. Lying down beside her, he pressed her head against his chest, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. “Are you all right?”
He felt her smile. “Yes, I am fine. That was… wonderfully exhausting.”
He couldn’t restrain a chuckle. Wonderfully exhausting, indeed. He had her hold the position with her bottom raised for several minutes, ensuring his seed remained deep inside her, before he carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her up. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and not wanting to leave her a moment, he stayed by her side until she awoke a few hours later.
The days bled together and they didn’t leave their new room on the top floor once, spending all their time gazing at the scenery, talking, and breeding. He took her several times a day, fucking her on every surface of their room. The floor, the kitc
hen table, bent over a chair, and even on the balcony one evening as the stars transpired above them.
Once a week, Erra and Stee arrived to examine Carmen. They didn’t appear very interested in Erik anymore, since he wasn’t the one who was trying to conceive. He assisted with their examinations, taking a dark delight in making Carmen blush as he brought her pleasure during her visits. They developed a routine where she’d lie on the bed with her legs spread wide while they scanned her abdomen. If Carmen resisted, he didn’t hesitate to lift her legs up and warm her bottom while she was in the diaper position, shamefully exposed as he disciplined her in front of the physicians.
During their last visit, the alien women had brought a phallus-shaped object along, which they claimed was necessary for a thorough internal vaginal examination. Carmen had protested and he’d spanked her soundly before she complied, spreading her legs while he slowly inserted the object into her pussy. He hadn’t even needed to use the lubrication they had brought along, she was so drenched from her reaction to him during her punishment.
“Little girls get their bottoms paddled hard when they don’t cooperate, don’t they?” he’d asked Carmen while Erra and Stee looked on with curiosity. Carmen had whimpered and ceded to his authority, even keeping her calm when he suggested to the aliens that the phallus-shaped scanner might also be used in her bottom hole. Using the moisture from her soaking pussy, he’d pressed the object into her ass as he stroked her clit.
Stee and Erra had stood close by as he began thrusting the phallus in and out of her ass, Stee commenting that his ministrations were increasing her levels of arousal as measured by the amount of natural moisture coating her pussy. Carmen had felt deeply shamed during the ordeal, but also helplessly turned on. After a while of fucking her ass with the sleek metallic object, Erik asked the alien women for extra lubrication for her bottom hole, and they’d handed him a clear tube of liquid. She was so on edge that she cried out in desperation when he paused stroking her clit to pull the phallus out of her ass until the tip rested directly at her puckering entrance. Then he explained to Stee and Erra that he’d be able to thrust the object faster and deeper into her bottom hole if she was better lubricated.
At that point, she covered her face to hide her shame, even as she lifted her hips in an effort to meet the entrance of the phallus as he trickled the lube on the tip and nudged it against her tight hole. Her cries echoed throughout the room as Erik finally brought her to her second intense orgasm during the exam.
Nuemis visited now and then, usually only when Carmen was fast asleep. He assured Erik that the council was pleased with their progress so far, and many of the Blumerans were captivated by the breeding sessions, particularly the number of times they had sex each day and the variety of positions they used. Erik kept this bit of information to himself though, not wanting to remind Carmen that every time they so much as kissed, dozens of eyes, if not more, were watching their every move.
On their sixth week in the new room, Nuemis showed up early, before the suns had even risen, and woke them. Erik roused quickly, startled when he realized someone was kicking their bed. He blinked up at the alien scientist, annoyance buzzing through him at being disturbed at such an early hour. Worry filled him when he took notice of the manic expression on Nuemis’s face.
“What is it?” He kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb Carmen, who was still sleeping soundly beside him, her chest rising and falling softly in tune with her deep breaths.
“The results from Carmen’s last examination are positive. You have successfully bred your human female. Congratulations.”
Erik’s mind spun. “What?”
“Carmen is pregnant.”
“I’m what?” She sat up and pulled the covers up to her chest, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
“Your last examination has revealed a fetus with a heartbeat, very small, but we have confirmed that you are indeed pregnant.”
Erik looked at Carmen, her face pale and her hands trembling. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “That was fast. It-it must have happened very early on.”
“The council is delighted, and you will be moved into your new accommodations later today.” Without another word, Nuemis left the room.
Carmen stiffened beside him, hugging a pillow to her chest. Moisture glistened in her eyes as she met his gaze. “Wow. I can’t believe it.”
He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her near. “You are going to be a wonderful mother, Carmen, and we are going to be a family.”
“This baby was conceived as a science experiment. Now that it’s finally happened, it feels all wrong. Doesn’t it feel wrong to you?” A tear rolled down her cheek, and he caught it with his thumb, brushing it away as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
Shaking his head, he peered into her eyes, aching to comfort her and chase away her sudden sadness. When he’d imagined this moment, he’d thought any tears she cried would be from joy. Not sorrow. His heart felt heavy as he sensed her turmoil. “No, it doesn’t feel wrong to me.” Feeling the weight of the responsibility of parenthood for the first time in his life, as well as feeling excitement, he placed a hand on her stomach. “The woman I love is carrying my child. That could never feel wrong to me, Carmen, despite the circumstances.”
She sniffled and a smile broke across her face. “You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?”
“I’m not trying to say the right thing, Carmen, I’m simply telling you what’s in my heart.” He patted her stomach, marveling that they’d created a life together. Aliens be damned, he didn’t care about them at the moment. Carmen and his child were all that mattered, the single two most important things in his life and all that he wished to focus his energies on.
Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m not as happy as you right now. This just happened very fast, and even though I wanted it to happen fast, it feels rushed and… strange.”
“There’s no need to apologize. You just need some time to process everything that’s happened to you.” He glanced around the room for a moment. “In a couple of hours, we’ll be walking on the beach, the hot sand beneath our feet and the ocean breeze pelting our faces.”
She giggled. “I was hoping to go for a walk in the forest first. I’d like to start keeping records of all the life we encounter, you know, for when we return to Earth.”
“Does the scientist in you ever rest?” he asked with amusement.
She sighed and gazed out the window as she squeezed the hand he’d placed atop her stomach, threading her fingers through his. “Only when I’m tired from hours upon hours of doing wonderfully exhausting things.”
He crawled atop her, pinning her down on the bed and smirking at her when she tried to escape but found herself trapped. Dipping his head down, he captured her lips, drinking her in as she responded to his probing tongue with a soft moan as she acquiesced to his advances.
“Perhaps,” he said, nibbling at her lower lip. “I should make sure you’re wonderfully exhausted in this room one last time.”
Chapter Eight
The orange crustacean scampered beneath the rock formation at the edge of the beach, and Carmen jotted some notes down in her record book. She’d been keeping meticulous notes on all the animals she encountered on the beach and in the forest ever since they’d been relocated in a private house that rested just inside the tree line, a short walk from the facility they’d been held in. She gazed at the dimming sky as the suns dipped near the horizon, mesmerized by the light reflecting off the water. Touching the slight swell of her stomach, she wondered if their child would miss Vella once they returned to Earth. It was a worry she’d never had until now.
Tucking her notebook underneath her arm, she traipsed up the beach and toward the house, knowing Erik would come looking for her if she didn’t return soon. Warmth spread through her at the thought of him. He’d been keeping busy studying the Blumeran spaceships under Nue
mis’s supervision, and though he enjoyed learning more about Vella and the alien technology, she knew he was as anxious to get home as she was. He was also anxious to become a father, and he counted down the weeks with enthusiasm. Just this morning he’d announced, “Fifteen weeks. Only twenty-five to go.”
She entered their house, a three-story structure that contained more rooms than she knew what to do with, and inhaled the scent of roasting tremma, a bird that tasted like chicken, and seasoned vegetables. It was her favorite dish, and though the Blumerans had offered to have a live-in cook and maid at their service, she and Erik had declined. They took turns cooking, and she stopped in her tracks, realizing tonight had been her turn in the kitchen. Feeling guilty, she ventured down the hallway and lingered in the kitchen doorway, peering at Erik as he checked on the roasting bird. He turned, as if sensing her presence.
“Um, hi,” she said, shyly approaching him. She placed her notebook down on the counter. “I’m sorry I took so long on the beach, and that I forgot to make dinner. Thanks for cooking.”
He folded his arms across his chest and regarded her with a raised eyebrow. His stern visage made her tummy flutter and her bottom quiver. Encroaching on her space, he loomed over her, walking her against the counter. He placed a hand on either side of her, preventing her escape.
“I-I’ll cook every night for the rest of the week. Promise.” Her pulse quickened as an ache stole through her center. She stood before him, clamping her legs tight together as her desire grew. He hadn’t even said anything yet, and she’d turned into a quivering mass of need from his presence alone. Though their relationship wasn’t new anymore, the spark of excitement she’d felt at the beginning of all her previous relationships had never gone away with Erik. If anything, it had grown stronger as her feelings for him deepened each day.
“You’ve been very forgetful lately, young lady.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his smoldering gaze.
