Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I

by Stacey St. James

  “Take me inside of you, baby,” he murmured hoarsely.

  He gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckled fists while she struggled to engulf his flesh. He felt lightheaded from the effort by the time she finally sheathed him—most of his cock, enough that he wasn’t inclined to complain. He coiled his arms around her tightly, holding her still while he fought the urge to come immediately. When he finally decided he could control the urge, he released his tight hold on her and slipped his hands to her buttocks, helping her lift and settle over his cock, watching her face contort with pleasure and the bounce and sway of her breasts. He’d begun to think he was going to lose it before she came when she abruptly stilled and began shudder. The tightening of her muscles around his shaft was enough to rip the control he had away. He moved his hands from her hips to coil them around her again, pulling her against his chest as he pumped his seed into her. She settled limply against him when she finally stopped shuddering.

  The last thing he remembered was stroking her back. The next awareness he had was when he heard the door open and jerked awake as Koryn came in. Koryn checked for a moment and then strode to the table.

  Tariq blinked and glanced down at Emerald. Seeing she was asleep, he tipped her chin up and brushed his lips lightly across hers. “Wake up, baby. We need to get cleaned up.”

  She opened her eyes and stared at him drowsily for a moment and finally sat up. Tariq lifted her off his cock and set her on her feet, following her to the bathroom to clean up. When he’d finished, he went in his storage compartment for clean clothes, summoning Emerald.

  He’d stuffed the clothes from the chest onto one of the shelves. He pointed them out to Emerald. “See if any those fit.”

  Her face was carefully expressionless when he finished dressing and turned see what progress she’d made. She didn’t lift her head. She kept sorting the clothing, holding each one up to check it against her and folding it and putting it back.

  Discomfort wafted through Tariq. He cleared his throat. “I’ll get you some of your own clothing when I can. Celia left those when I kicked her out.”

  The color fluctuated in her face, but he couldn’t see her expression. By the time she settled on a one piece jumpsuit similar to the one he’d given her before, her expression was carefully neutral.

  Irritation flickered through Tariq, but he decided to ignore both the urge to explain himself and his anger that he felt it at all.

  Koryn had divided the food by the time they returned and was halfway through consuming his own. He glanced up at Tariq and froze for a moment before he flicked an assessing look at Emerald. “You don’t think the clothes are a case of too many privileges too soon?” he asked when Tariq settled in his chair.

  Tariq ignored the question, watching Emerald’s face keenly as he summoned her. She seemed to have recovered from her pique, but he wasn’t certain he trusted that. “I don’t think she feels particularly privileged to get something to wear,” he said coolly. “What do you think Koryn?”

  Koryn studied Emerald’s face. “I’d have to agree. She looks a little sullen. Maybe she has some idea in her head that a slave has the right to question her master about his lovers?”

  Tariq could see when he tipped her chin up that she was struggling to pretend contrition. He released a huff of annoyance. “Go take it off and put it up. And bring the inhibitor belt when you come back.”

  She paled but she got up immediately and headed toward the facilities.

  “That didn’t fucking last long,” Tariq growled, trying to ignore the sick feeling twisting in his gut.

  “Shit!” Koryn agreed. “Don’t feel bad. She had me fooled, too. The question is, what the fuck to do about it?”

  “I don’t know,” Tariq worriedly.

  “Have you heard anything more from the High Councilor?”

  “The shipment won’t have arrived yet. I don’t expect to hear anything further from him and I don’t have anything to report at the moment to fish for news.”

  Koryn frowned. “There isn’t anyone else you could contact?”

  Tariq studied him for a long moment. “Military protocol is clear on that one. The high council declared war—no unnecessary ‘chatter’. Even it wasn’t for that, we could be a target. We aren’t exempt from being attacked just because we weren’t called to take part in the first assault.”

  Koryn looked unnerved by that. “What are the chances we might get attacked?”

  “I don’t know. It would depend on where the Dinjin are. They will have been informed and they’ll do either of two things—amass a counter force by calling in everyone or they’ll try to divert our main force from a concentrated assault on them by attacking our most vulnerable positions.”

  “Which means us.”

  Tariq nodded. “Among others.”

  “You think that’s the reason the bastard said we were to stay here—so we’d be sitting ducks?”

  “Mylor’s a politician not a military man. I wouldn’t put it past him, but I doubt it would’ve occurred to him. He has military advisors. I’m sure they told him we needed to stay here to guard whatever interests we have left.” He glanced toward his storage compartment, wondering what was keeping Emerald and saw her come out again. She was carrying the belt and he decided it must have been the search for it that had delayed her. Unfortunately, he’d been distracted by the conversation and he couldn’t be certain undressing and then finding the belt could account for the time.

  He studied her face as he fastened the belt in place, going back over the things that hadn’t quite set right that he’d dismissed and realized the chances were high that she not only hadn’t learned anything at all from her discipline, but that she was searching for either a means of retaliation or escape. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, but as fond as he was of her and as inclined as he was to dismiss it, he couldn’t.

  He settled her on his lap and picked up his fork to eat. “You didn’t happen to catch Em anywhere near my desk when you checked on her?”

  Koryn sent him a horrified look. “She was wandering around the apartment, but I thought she was just bored or needed to stretch her legs. I didn’t see her near anything that set off alarms.”

  “I think we may have a problem,” Tariq said grimly and then amended that. “I know we have a problem. I’m just not sure of how big a problem we have.”

  Koryn nodded, pushing his plate away. “So how do you intend to play it? Set a trap for her? Try to catch her in the act? Or simply make it impossible for her to do whatever it is that she has in mind?”

  Tariq was inclined to think he just didn’t want to know, but if his suspicions were right, Em was up to something sexual discipline sure as fuck didn’t begin to cover as punishment. Rebellious or disrespectful behavior were so insignificant beside treachery as to seem laughable, and those could get her killed if she ended up in the hands of the wrong master. “I don’t know. I could be making something out of nothing.”

  “But you don’t think so?”

  Tariq released a pent up breath of anger. “Like I said, I don’t know. I don’t want to leap to the wrong conclusion either way and not only can I not entirely trust my judgment with Em, I also have the problem of spending way too much time in political circles where you can’t even trust your ‘friends’ not to stab you in the back if they see any benefit in it. She’s been cooped up in here for weeks. It might not be anything more than boredom—like you suggested.”

  “This is true to an extent. She didn’t exactly have a lot of time on her hands to be bored when she had sessions all day, though.”

  “No, but she’s intelligent. Idiots aren’t easily bored.”

  “So maybe we just need to keep her busier? Damned if I have any suggestions for occupying her time, though.” He paused. “Well, I think you know how I’d like to occupy her time, but I meant besides that.”

  Seeing that Emerald had finished eating, he told her to go get in the bed. “Taking her out—even brief
ly—isn’t an option,” he said, watching her. “Not when she isn’t supposed to be here at all anymore. It wasn’t something I was particularly comfortable about before.”

  “No. I don’t think we can afford to risk that. You have an entertainment center. Why not show her how to use it? Maybe that would keep her occupied at least part of the time?”

  “She doesn’t know our language,” Tariq pointed out dryly.

  Koryn perked up immediately. “I hadn’t thought of that! I could teach her.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a great idea either, not when there’s even a slim possibility that she’s considering treachery. Giving her the tools to escape strikes me as being particularly … stupid.”

  Koryn glared at him indignantly.

  Tariq’s lips curled in a reluctant grin. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

  “I don’t think I’m going to ask you to explain what you did mean,” Koryn said stiffly. “Unlike you, I’m not used to thinking in terms of treachery.”

  “I know that,” Tariq said solemnly. “That’s the reason I consider you my best friend and trust you more than anyone I know.”

  Koryn looked mollified and then a little uncomfortable. “I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, then, when I point out that we need to consider an … alternate for Em. For what it’s worth, I think she’s bored, not considering anything treacherous. But it occurred to you and it could easily be another threat to her—beyond the fact that nothing we’ve tried seems to have really gotten through to her. The only way to really protect her might be to free her.”

  Tariq felt his gut tighten instantly with a mixture of reluctance and a sense of loss that was so powerful it sent a wave of nausea through him. “She wouldn’t survive here. Beyond that, the Earth could be a target for Dinjin again.”

  “We located one of the colonies.”

  “We think we located one,” Tariq countered angrily, “and we got the information from a Dinjin computer. They know where the humans are! We don’t! You do recall that I said attacking our most vulnerable positions was a good possibility?”

  Koryn’s lips tightened. “In that respect Niribu wouldn’t be any safer than any other place—in fact far less since it’s our home world and one of the most likely targets if they break through our forces.”

  Tariq scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” He met Koryn’s gaze. “I’ll consider it as an option. But I’ll tell you now it’s low on my wish list.”

  “I know you don’t want to give her up. Maybe what you need to consider is whether she’s more important to you as a possession or if her life is more important?”

  “I don’t plan on letting it come to that.”

  “I know you don’t, but it might come to that regardless. I’ll agree it’s the least desirable solution, but I’d be willing to take her.”

  Tariq studied him. “And stay?”

  Koryn seemed to struggle with himself. “If she’d have me. Once she’s free, she’s free to make her own choices.”

  Tariq frowned, studying him with a mixture of disbelief, curiosity, and anger. “You’d give up everything you left on Niribu?”

  Koryn uttered an amused snort. “There is nothing in my life that’s more important to me than Emerald. In any case, I know enough sciences to find work. Genetics may be my specialty, but I haven’t confined my studies to that to the exclusion of other useful sciences. I’m not saying I want to give up everything and follow her. I’m just saying I’d be willing to if it’s the only way to save her. I might have some chance of pulling it off—and returning if she refuses me. You wouldn’t. You’d be facing charges of treason when and if you came back.”

  “You would be, too, if they knew what you’d done.”

  “I know, but the odds are in my favor. Not yours. I’m not a military man.”

  Tariq shook his head. “Like I said, I’ll think about it. I don’t like it—especially not when there’s a damned good chance she’s carrying my child.”

  “I’d think that would be more of an incentive to protect her.”

  “It is,” Tariq said tightly, “which is why I’ve got no intention of leaping until I’ve thought it through.”

  They felt silent. “Under the circumstances, are you sure you want to continue trying to breed her?”

  “I’m sure,” Tariq said tightly.

  Koryn got up. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

  Tariq studied him thoughtfully. “I thought you planned to stay?”

  Koryn grimaced. “I was more in the mood to party when I still believed we’d succeeded and she would be safe without us having to go to extreme lengths to see to it.”

  “Like carting her off to a world we aren’t sure we’ve pinned down?”

  “Like that,” Koryn agreed.

  “Stay,” Tariq said abruptly. “She has to be disciplined. Whether it seems to be working or not, I don’t see an alternative at the moment to continuing to treat her as she’ll have to expect to be treated.”

  Koryn flicked a glance at her. “I don’t mind saying I’d rather not.”

  “But you will.”

  “I will.”

  “Look at this way, you can scan her tomorrow and if she’s pregnant, you can fuck her all day. I don’t see any reason why we should suffer because she’s determined to be disciplined.”

  Koryn grinned reluctantly. “And if she isn’t?”

  Tariq hesitated. “She will be bred … or she won’t. After tonight, she’ll be infertile until her next cycle.”

  Koryn sat down again and pulled his boots off. It didn’t escape either of them that Emerald hadn’t assumed the position when she’d climbed in the bed.

  Tariq’s expression hardened. “Assume the position.”

  She sent him a startled look, but she lifted her arms above her head and positioned her legs.

  Koryn climbed into the bed on the side near the wall, propped himself on one elbow and began to massage the beast nearest him. Tariq took the other side and they stimulated her until she began shift restlessly with the heat they’d generated. When Tariq tested her channel and found her wet, he moved over her, aligned his cock with the mouth of her sex and pressed steadily against her. Without the bindings of the chair to anchor her, he quickly discovered, she was more inclined to yield by being pushed up the bed. He came up on his knees and dragged her back. “Hold her until I’m seated,” he growled.

  Koryn sent him a look, but he moved around behind her and lifted her shoulders, pushing her in counter to Tariq’s thrust. When he paused, Koryn climbed off of the bed and propped against the wall to watch. There wasn’t a lot to see, he discovered. By the time Tariq had settled over her, curling his arms around her tightly to hold her while he attempted penetration, Emerald was invisible except for her legs.

  He crossed the room for a chair and settled in it, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

  Tariq hadn’t realized just how much effort Emerald had put into engulfing his flesh until he positioned himself to penetrate her instead. The anticipation as she slowly sheathed him inch by inch before been torture and still nothing compared to the agony of his current efforts. He didn’t know if she was going to buckle first or his cock, but he couldn’t fucking brace both at the same time and it felt like she was peeling the flesh off his cock. He eased off and pushed again with teeth gritted determination, hammering at her resistant flesh with hard thrusts of his hips until he managed to get deep enough inside that he thought he could manage a short stroke without falling out again.

  It was a very short stroke and it still sent such a wave of pleasure through him that he almost came. He paused, panting, and went back to trying to wedge his cock into her. She let out a yelp to let him know when he hit bottom. He felt his cock to see if it felt like there was as much hanging out as it seemed like to him and discovered it wasn’t just his imagination. He knew damned well he’d gotten deeper before, but he decided
he couldn’t hold back anymore. There was no point in it beyond the pleasure it gave him when he’d put her inhibitor back on.

  Except to punish her and he was too focused on finishing to worry about that for the moment.

  Sucking in a reviving breath, he began to move his hips, thrusting into her in short jabs to keep from pulling out far enough to injure himself. Emerald was still gasping and shaking all over when he finished pumping his seed into her. Bracing his weight on his arms, he rested, trying to catch his breath. The continuous quaking of the muscles along her channel might have pushed him out if he hadn’t endured weeks of deprivation. Instead, he felt his cock growing hard again. He had the presence of mind to cup his hips and sink as deeply as he could before he was fully erect again and discovered he had a far more satisfying connection when he was fully erect. It was almost more satisfying in regards to his staying power. It took him far longer to reach crisis, allowing him to thoroughly enjoy the deep massage of his cock until exhaustion began to war with the pleasure and he began to think he wouldn’t be able to come at all.

  He shifted positions, tipping Emerald’s hips up as Koryn had for the machine and wedging a pillow under her. Almost the moment he resumed his pounding cadence, he had the gratification of Emerald’s screams in his ears. It was touch and go for a little while as to whether her cries of ecstatic agony most excited him or distracted him, but he finally reached his peak and felt the semen begin to jet through his cock. It was an orgasm well worth the effort, he discovered, even if he also had to work harder to empty his balls because he already had once. He drove as deeply as he could after the first few convulsions, holding himself there while his body forced the last of his semen into her.

  He was almost too weak in the aftermath to support himself at all. It felt like his bones had melted, not just his muscles. Sucking in a couple of breaths, he rolled off of her and onto the bed, gasping for breath, halfway to coma from two of the best climaxes he’d ever had before he even hit the bed. He drifted toward sleep with the sound of Emerald’s sniffles in his ears.