Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I

by Stacey St. James

  He seemed reluctant to stop once he’d started, but finally, with one last brush of his lips, he lifted his head. He held her gaze for a long moment. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

  He looked away. “I have to go,” he said, his voice sounding strange.

  Emerald looked at him curiously when he abruptly set her aside, but when he got up, she merely curled on the bed again, dragging the covers over her.

  She’d thought Koryn had already left, but she heard Tariq say something to him as he dressed and then the two of them left together.

  She didn’t want to think about it—or anything. She’d been through days and days of pure hell and now, finally, she felt relief. She didn’t know if she actually had achieved orgasm in spite of the inhibitor or if her body had simply reached maximum overload and shut down briefly. She didn’t care either. She was exhausted and, for the first time in a while, she didn’t feel as if her humming body was going to drive her up the wall.

  * * * *

  The male Merrick had told him about was crouched in one corner of the room, gnawing on his fingernails when Tariq entered. He looked at Tariq as if he was a monster, turned pale, his eyes widening to the size of saucers, and surged to his feet.

  “You had something to say?” Tariq asked, sprawling in the chair that had been set in the room for him and studying the male with thinly disguised revulsion.

  “You’re … you’re the lord?”

  “I am.”

  The male swallowed convulsively several times. “I’m Pete, Lord. I know stuff. I don’t want to go no other world.”

  Tariq’s lips curled, but he felt little amusement. “Lord Tariq. They did tell you that I don’t barter, yes?”

  Pete went back to gnawing his fingernails. “But I got somethin’ for you.”

  “That remains to be seen,” Tariq said dryly. “In any case, staying here isn’t an option for you. You should count yourself lucky that we found you. You look half starved. Food is something you won’t have to worry about anymore—in fact anything. You’ll be a breeder for the Anunnaki women. All you have to do is fuck … productively.”

  Pete gaped at him. “What’s that mean? Productive?”

  “It means you’ll be expected to impreg … get the women pregnant. If you can’t do that, then you may have problems, but our tests indicate that you should be a good breeder.”

  The man gaped at him for several moments and then puffed out his chest, grinning broadly. “Hate to brag, but I am good. I can look at a woman hard and get her knocked up.”

  Tariq resisted the urge to roll his eyes, smiling tightly instead. “Now … the information …?”

  The man frowned. “Who am I gonna be fuckin’?”

  Tariq heaved an irritated breath. “The Anunnaki women.”

  The man looked him up and down. “How come you cain’t do it? Shootin’ blanks?”

  Tariq’s eyes narrowed. “I’m afraid the answer to that is too complicated for your minuscule brain to process,” he said tightly. “We need knew contributors to the gene pool—new blood.”

  “These women—they big like you?”

  Tariq blinked at him. “Hardly,” he said tightly.

  “But they must still be big. All you fellas I seen was.”

  “Tall,” he agreed coldly. “Yes.”

  “They ain’t gonna have a problem with me bein’ short next to them?”

  “They want the dick and the seed.”

  “What if I git stuck with an ugly one?”

  “Luck of the draw. Close your eyes. You’re no beauty yourself.”

  “But I cain’t git no hard on if I think she’s ugly.”

  Tariq grinned evilly. “Oh, I can guarantee you’ll be able to get it up, whatever she looks like. You may not be able to get the son-of-a-bitch to go down, but you’ll get it up.”

  Pete looked uneasy—as well, he might. “Maybe you could help me git with a purty one if I help you out?”

  Tariq studied him through narrowed eyes for a long moment and it abruptly occurred to him that he happened to know a woman who would be deeply appreciative to get her hands on a good breeder—and as wormy as the little bastard was, he was potent—not ill equipped to please an Anunnaki woman, if it came to that from what he’d heard. Even Merrick, their medic, had been impressed with it. Of course, she was no great beauty, but she was a powerful, influential woman. A slow smile curled his lips. “Lady Seana.”

  The man blinked. “Lady,” he repeated, clearly pleased with the idea. “She purty?”

  “She’s rich and powerful,” Tariq responded.

  Pete’s brows rose. He frowned, considering, and finally nodded. “We found one of them alien ships.”

  Tariq’s heart skipped several beats. He struggled to keep his thoughts to himself and his expression merely politely interested. “Those who attacked?”

  The man nodded vigorously. “It got shot down when the war started, I guess. It looked all banged up, like it crashed, but it was still mostly in one piece.”

  Tariq narrowed his eyes. “What makes you think I’d be interested in that? We’re looking for survivors.”

  “Thing is, the way I heard it, they got bunches of them.”

  Tariq stared at him. “They took prisoners?”

  The man nodded vigorously.

  Tariq’s expression hardened. “Tell me how to find it and I’ll make a gift of you to Lady Seana.”

  Pete frowned uneasily. “Don’t know if I can tell you how,” he said slowly, “but I can take you to it.”

  Doubt flickered through Tariq and the instant suspicion that the little bastard thought that the offer might give him the chance to escape. He got up to leave. “I’ll consider it. You may be certain, however, that if you’re lying to me you will deeply regret it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Emerald wasn’t as convinced that she’d achieved orgasm when she woke up a little later as she had been when she fell asleep. The familiar discomfort was back. Although it seemed to lack the intensity of before, she felt warm and achy, as if she was coming down with something. The question was, was it just … residual arousal because she’d been teased so long without being allowed release? Was it possible that they’d somehow trained her body from so many ‘sessions’ to always be on edge or maybe simply because she wasn’t allowed anything to wear and that kept her focus on the sensitive areas of her body?

  Maybe she hadn’t actually achieved orgasm as she’d thought and it was simply that her body had reached such an unbearable peak without the ability to release the tension that it had simply shut down as she’d suspected before?

  It was a dismaying thought in some ways, but she didn’t suppose it posed any real threat of harm or they wouldn’t do it. In another way, it was almost a comfort. At least, if it was true, she knew there was some escape, some relief.

  It didn’t seem to her that she could look forward to anything else in the near future. She was trying to learn how to behave as they expected. She might’ve subconsciously been pushing them before Koryn had spoken to her. She knew she’d very consciously pushed them at times, but even then she didn’t think it was because she wanted them to punish her. Because it was punishment, almost more than she could bear most of the time.

  The problem was that she still didn’t fully understand the finer points of being their sex slave slash breeder.

  She considered that and amended it. She thought she did. She was supposed to be—like a robot, she supposed, with no thoughts or wishes of her own, always prepared to do just what they wanted. The problem was trying to grow accustomed to at least behaving as if she was an empty vessel. That was what she was trying to do and yet she’d discovered it was a lot harder than it seemed on the surface because she had to fight a constant battle with her instincts and her personality. Even though she’d been trained, as a soldier, to follow orders without question, their orders were so personal, so unlike what she was used to, it always sent just enough of a jolt of surprise thr
ough her that she couldn’t prevent an emotional response. Beyond that, their method of training was almost as demoralizing as real torture.

  She supposed she should count her blessings that she was important enough to them that they preferred the ‘gentle’ discipline they’d thought up—actually she was grateful. The pleasure might be nearly unbearable a lot of the time, and was, but it could have been so much worse it didn’t even bear thinking about.

  She didn’t know why they hadn’t simply made her that way if that was what they wanted. Surely it wasn’t beyond their capabilities if they could grow a fully functional adult from a few cells in a very short time—days or weeks? From the things she’d heard, they hadn’t actually been on Earth long and she doubted they’d found her right away.

  She didn’t understand that part, but maybe they couldn’t do that without creating something so mentally deficient that it was repulsive?

  Or maybe they just weren’t willing to go that far? Maybe it was against their principles?

  She would’ve thought it would be against their principles to enslave another race, but she didn’t suppose any race ever completely advanced beyond their basic nature. And it seemed to be in the nature of most to use anyone weak enough for them to use if the mood struck them.

  Sexual slavery had been an ongoing problem for humans, for that matter, for centuries. It hadn’t been eradicated because there was still profit in it, still plenty of men willing to pay for a woman they could use as they pleased.

  The breeding thing was a new twist, though. That didn’t make any sense to her. They seemed capable of reproducing so why did they need to enslave another race to reproduce? She’d heard them mention males, so it wasn’t just women they were after. They wanted, or needed, both.

  Koryn was a geneticist, she thought abruptly. She’d assumed his presence was purely for the purpose of reviving humans since she knew he was responsible for her own resurrection, but they hadn’t known about the war. They hadn’t known what had happened on Earth. They’d expected to merely come to Earth, select what they wanted, and leave again.

  Something was wrong with their genes?

  What could possibly be wrong if introducing their ‘children’ as they called them would eliminate the problem?

  It hit her abruptly—limitation. At any time the gene pool became extremely limited, problems began to appear in the offspring—defects. So did that mean something had happened to the Anunnaki to reduce their gene pool so drastically that they had to have fresh contributors?

  It seemed to her that that was the only answer.

  War? Disease? Natural disaster? She realized it could be any of those things or even none of them. Maybe they were practicing population control and simply underestimated the numbers they needed and limited their off-spring too drastically? Or maybe, since they seemed fond of ‘playing’ with genetics, they’d done something to themselves?

  Did it matter beyond the fact that they’d decided to collect what they considered belonged to them, the human race, and that included her?

  She realized it did. It didn’t change the fact that they were unbelievably arrogant and too single minded to consider that their ‘children’ also had rights, but a true need to take breeders to insure the survival of their race put an entirely different complexion on the matter—at least insofar as her perspective on Tariq and Koryn.

  She still didn’t like the fact that they considered her their possession, but, despite their arrogance, she believed they had made every effort to be gentle with her and she could at least concede that they weren’t careless of their possessions.

  Maybe they thought of her as a pet they were particularly fond of, but it almost seemed as if they were more inclined to treat her like a lover than an object for their lust and to breed for them.

  Tariq had seemed genuinely concerned after he’d broken her hymen that he might’ve done far more damage than he’d expected or intended—remorseful, not just upset that he might have broken his toy. Maybe she’d misinterpreted it, but it seemed to her that his discomfort afterwards arose from the realization that he’d given more away than he’d intended. She hadn’t thought about that at the time, but in retrospect it was hard to interpret his abrupt reversal any other way. He’d picked her up so carefully and cuddled her with such … tenderness, and then abruptly plunked her down again and scrambled out of the room as if his coattails were on fire. What else would explain that?

  He’d suddenly remembered he had something far more important to take care of?

  He’d said as much, but he hadn’t behaved as if he had anything more pressing when he’d come in than spending the afternoon disciplining her and he hadn’t gotten any calls.

  Then again, maybe she just wanted to put a positive spin on her situation because the future unfolding before her looked pretty grim otherwise?

  * * * *

  Reluctant for once to rise and leave his bed the moment he woke, Tariq lay in his bunk with Emerald, going back over everything Pete had told him and the ramifications of it. He wasn’t in the habit of yielding to impulse. He was decisive and tended to make quick assessments of any given situation and act, but he never acted until he’d considered every conceivable angle. It was his uneasiness that too much of his focus was on Emerald and that his judgment, therefore, was impaired that made him consider Pete’s proposition far longer than he ordinarily would have.

  That plus the fact that he’d wanted to act immediately and he never trusted impulses.

  Even his rage at what had been done to their children was firmly wrapped up in Emerald now. He was certain he would’ve felt much the same regardless. Like everyone else, he was accustomed to thinking of the humans as theirs, which by extension, meant that an attack on their children was an attack on the Anunnaki. It had become even more personal, though, when he’d chosen Emerald as the mother of his children.

  It wasn’t as if it hadn’t occurred to him that he would never have had the opportunity of choosing Emerald if things had transpired differently. Even if the humans had increased their life-spans because of their own growing knowledge of genetics and she had lived a normal lifespan and still been alive when he arrived, it was highly unlikely she would’ve been capable of bearing children—not impossible, but not likely. Nevertheless, it infuriated him every time he thought about the attack, because he couldn’t help but see it as an attack on Emerald.

  He wanted to retaliate. It had frustrated him no end that it seemed unlikely they would be able to discover who the bastards were that had decimated their nest of purebloods and the possibility Pete had dangled under his nose made him all the more anxious.

  He dismissed any plot Pete might have hatched fairly swiftly, didn’t even dedicate any time to considering possibilities. He would be on guard. Whatever the man had thought of would be impossible to execute when he would be expecting treachery.

  It had occurred to him fairly quickly that this was no private war. As angry as he was about it, as distracted as he was by Emerald, he knew he wasn’t alone. There had been brooding menace among the entire ship’s personnel since they’d realized the devastation they’d found was premeditated. To their minds, they had been attacked.

  Everyone on Niribu would feel the same way, he realized. Once he reported what had happened, there would be an uproar and they would be calling for blood.

  That might just complicate his personal agenda.

  It wasn’t that he was any less angry or less inclined to retaliate, but he didn’t feel that much urgency—not enough to delay his plans for Emerald. In point of fact, going off to war was more of an incentive to make certain he bred her before he left. He certainly didn’t expect or plan to be a casualty, but then again no one ever did.

  The question was, was it reasonable to wait until he had all of his facts before he made the report? It seemed both reasonable and imperative. But would the high council see it that way? Or would he find himself in hot water for delaying at all?

  If he was
ordered to immediately launch a counter attack, what would he do with Emerald? He sure as hell didn’t want to risk taking her into battle with him. He didn’t give a fuck if she had been a soldier. She wasn’t now. She was his breeder and he wasn’t going to risk her.

  Was it safe to send her to Niribu to wait for his return, though?

  He couldn’t leave her on Earth. Aside from the fact that there was no place that they’d discovered so far that would be protected enough to suit him, he had a bad feeling he might spend years searching for her when he came back to collect her. She wasn’t inclined to accept her circumstances, regardless of her efforts to pretend that she was. She wouldn’t be waiting for him in he left her.

  Could he afford to spare the time with what he knew now, though, to breed her before he had to leave her?

  As far as he knew, no one knew what Pete had told him, but Merrick knew he was trying to negotiate better conditions. Once it came out, Merrick would also know when and how the information had been passed.

  He could always bribe Merrick but short of seeing to it that he had an ‘accident’ that was no guarantee that it wouldn’t come out and cold blooded murder for his own ends wasn’t something he was willing to contemplate. He had no problem killing if it was a matter of survival or protecting his own from harm, but he couldn’t justify killing Merrick simply because he was in his way.

  He had finally decided he would have to simply play it by ear, regardless of the possible outcome. He had a duty to his people that superseded his personal considerations. He didn’t know that Pete had anything at all to offer and, even if he was right and there was a craft, he wouldn’t know until they examined it whether it would yield up the information they needed or not.

  He’d arranged to check out Pete’s claims the following day. After a little consideration, he decided not to include anyone but Koryn, whose interests were also at stake.