Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I

by Stacey St. James

  She didn’t have to give him any reproachful looks the following morning for punishing her by seeking his own pleasure and depriving her of hers. There were dark circles under her eyes from the little sleep she’d gotten, and her eyes, nose, and lips were puffy from weeping.

  Tariq settled at the table when he’d sent her into the bathroom, wondering if he should begin her disciplinary sessions again or if there was any point to it. He wasn’t as convinced as he had been before that she was too delicate to handle the sessions even if she was pregnant. Of course, being as willful as she was wasn’t necessarily an indication of physical strength, and he knew it, but he wasn’t sure he could’ve handled the punishment she had without cracking.

  Koryn arrived with a breakfast tray just a few moments before Emerald emerged from the bathroom and went to stand and wait for her as soon as he’d set the tray down. Ignoring him, Tariq lifted the lid on the tray, helped himself to a portion of the food, and ate.

  He was still trying to decide whether to begin Emerald’s sessions again or not when she finally emerged and Koryn sent her back to the bed so that he could do a scan. Tariq watched the proceedings absently at first, but something about Koryn’s attitude finally caught his attention.

  “Still no results?”

  Koryn glanced at him, his expression an odd mixture of emotions Tariq had difficulty interpreting. “Congratulations,” he managed finally. “You’ve impregnated her.”

  Tariq abruptly felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. A wave of heat and then cold washed over him while he struggled to catch his breath. “You’re certain?” he asked hoarsely.

  Koryn got up. “You can go to Tariq now.”

  He proceeded her to the table and set the scanner down. “I’m positive. I ran the scan twice.”

  Tariq stared at Emerald’s belly for several moments when she stopped in front of him. Finally, he reached for her and pulled her onto his lap, but he felt like every movement was mechanical, as if his mind had become detached from his body. He discovered when the cloud had lifted from his mind enough for awareness of his surroundings to seep in again, that he was still staring at Emerald’s belly. He settled his palm over her perfectly flat belly, trying to imagine—to accept—that there was a baby inside—his baby.

  He couldn’t imagine it. Nothing felt real, not the baby, not the conversation. It was almost more like a dream. He met Koryn’s gaze again. “You’re sure?”

  Koryn grinned abruptly and then chuckled. “I’m sure. You’ve fathered a child. It wasn’t an indecisive reading. It was positive.”

  Tariq met Emerald’s gaze for the first time, wondering what she thought about it. She looked as stunned as he felt. Twin urges hit him at the same time—to throw up the breakfast he’d just wolfed down and to escape the sense of suffocation that descended over him.

  He got up abruptly and planted Emerald in the chair he’d just vacated, striding briskly toward the bathroom. He stood at the lavatory for several minutes, splashing cool water on his face and trying to decide if he really did need to throw up or not. Finally deciding he didn’t, he dried his face and hands and left the bathroom. “I’m going out,” he said harshly.

  “What do you want me to do about Emerald?” Koryn called after him before he could get to the door and escape. “Should I resume the sessions?”

  Tariq paused at the door and turned to stare at him a little blankly and then glanced at Emerald. “She’s been bred,” he said stiltedly when he met Koryn’s gaze again. “Do what you like … just don’t remove the inhibitor.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tariq had no idea what his destination was until he reached the docking bay. There was very little activity. Men were prepping a shuttle for another trip to Niribu with more of the slaves, but they were in no particular hurry since he’d ordered them to wait until Koryn’s second batch of clones were ready for shipment. At that, it was hardly enough to make the trip worthwhile—unless they managed to find more survivors.

  The thought gave him a purpose and he ordered a skimmer prepped.

  “How many men are you taking?”

  Tariq looked at the man. “None. I’ll be taking it out alone.”

  The man gaped at him. “Begging your pardon, lord, but … we’re at war. Shouldn’t you at least take a couple of guards?”

  “If I thought so, I would’ve told you to send to men,” Tariq said coldly. “Just get the ship prepped.”

  The man paled, saluted, and left the operations room to take care of it himself. Tariq was pacing the operations room impatiently when he returned thirty minutes later to inform him the skimmer was ready. Without a word, he strode from the room and crossed the hanger to the skimmer.

  He opened the com-link when he’d powered the engines up and turned the skimmer toward the bay door. “Send me the most current coordinates of the search parties.”

  “Yes, sir! What time should we expect you back, my lord?”

  “When I get back!” Tariq snarled, breaking the link.

  * * * *

  “If you’re done, go get in the bed,” Koryn said.

  Emerald glanced up at him, feeling reluctance pierce the cocoon of shock, but she got up and moved to the bed. By the time she reached it, she discovered she was struggling with tears, again, and for the same reason.

  Tariq was angry with her. He wasn’t even pleased that she’d conceived for him.

  Because she’d been upset about the woman and she hadn’t been able to hide it.

  She’d thought she was doing really well, that she’d gotten the hang of pretending she didn’t feel anything at all.

  Tariq had been so pleased with her, too! He’d been so sweet. She hadn’t realized just how much she craved the tenderness he showered on her until he’d withdrawn again and she realized she’d screwed up—again! She hadn’t realized just how badly, though, until now. She’d been more upset the night before that he was too angry with her to make love to her as he had the first time than she was about not being allowed the pleasure of a release herself. That had left her miserable and achy, but she was almost used to that. Not in the sense that it bothered her any less, but in the sense that she’d come to expect it—more pleasure than she’d imagined anyone could feel and no culmination, no sense of completion, just more pleasure until it became as much torture as pleasure.

  He knew she’d been trying to figure out how to get in to his computer. She’d seen the suspicion that had instantly transformed his features when he’d seen her standing by the desk. Koryn had probably told him she’d been snooping earlier, too!

  The worst of it was that she hadn’t found anything at all. All she’d wanted to do was to try to discover something about their world. She didn’t know anything except what they’d told her and that was limited to ‘training’. She hadn’t really thought they were lying to her about the danger. She had thought they might be exaggerating for the sheer joy of tormenting her, but she hadn’t found out anything and even the effort had cost her more than she’d expected.

  It wouldn’t do any good to try to explain why she was snooping or that she hadn’t actually found anything. She knew it was enough that she’d tried. And, considering she was punished for hour upon hour for days on end for nothing more serious that looking at them the wrong way, or allowing her anger to show, or not instantly leaping to every command, she couldn’t imagine what sort of punishment that was going to get her!

  Except she could—now. He was going to discard her, send her away. She thought she’d rather be dead than have anyone else touch her. She needed Tariq and Koryn.

  She was so upset, she didn’t realize that she’d forgotten to assume the position for punishment until she discovered that Koryn was standing by the bed. It made the urge to cry stronger, the discovery that she’d screwed up again, but what difference did that make now, when Tariq was so disgusted with her he wasn’t even interested in punishing her himself?

  Swallowing the urge to burst into tears, she lifted h
er arms and drew her knees up, hoping if she did well enough today, Koryn would tell Tariq and he’d get over being angry with her.

  His touch was harder to endure and remain perfectly still and compliant than it should have been. She’d been deprived of any release at all until she’d thought she would go completely mad, but Tariq had removed the belt and given her the wondrous orgasm. She’d been allowed another when Koryn had come to her and yet almost the instant Koryn touched her—before he touched her—she was warm and then hot and then feverish with the need boiling in her veins and near to weeping with the strain of holding herself perfectly still and allowing him to make it worse.

  She was relieved when he moved between her thighs, not because she would have release, because she wouldn’t, but because she knew it would give her a little respite once he’d come. She could rest before he started again.

  She thought he must be as big as Tariq—at least as big as the machine. No matter how wet they made her, her flesh screamed from the strain when they penetrated her. She began panting for breath with fear the moment she felt the head of his cock against her, felt the skin begin to burn with the strain of stretching around him because it always got much worse before it began to ease and allow the pleasure dominance again.

  He curled his arms beneath her and grasped her shoulders bearing down on her from both ends. Relief flickered through her when she felt his cock head enter her but it wasn’t much of a relief. Once inside, his flesh continued to stretch hers to the point of burning until he’d driven the thick member so deep she could barely catch her breath.

  He paused, panting. It allowed her body to slowly adjust to his girth and the burning pain eased. The muscles along her channel began to flutter with excitement the moment he withdrew and thrust into her again. She reached her peak with the dread she always felt now, knowing all that would happen was that her body would strain and strain to pitch her over the top without success. She began to claw uselessly at the sheets when he began to pound into her so hard and deep that the quaking inside of her reached a new level of torment, moaning and then gasping out keen cries that were closer to screams. He shuddered, rammed into her hard a handful of times as his cock jerked and spewed his hot seed inside of her and finally leaned weakly against her, pressing her into the mattress in spite of the fact that he was holding most of his weight on his arms.

  He uttered a pained grunt when he pulled his flaccid member from her and rolled to one side. Emerald felt her throat close with misery and loss.

  It threw her into complete confusion when Koryn caught her chin, tipping her head to one side and covering her mouth. His kiss was languid, but still filled with enough heat to make the muscles in her channel clap together a little frantically. He rolled to his back when he broke the kiss and lay with his eyes closed. She thought he might have fallen asleep. She closed her own eyes, willing the heat to leave her. It made it worse when they started again, but it gave her a little respite and she’d learned to appreciate even a few moments respite.

  She’d cooled enough that she was beginning to drift toward sleep herself when she heard Koryn swallow. “Kiss me, Em.”

  She opened her eyes and turned to him, levering herself up high enough to reach his mouth when he didn’t lift to meet her. He held perfectly still while she fitted her lips to his and made the motion that made her lips cling to his. He swallowed audibly again when she lifted her head to look at him questioningly. He met her gaze with a look she couldn’t entirely understand. “Touch me—kiss me as if you’re making love to me.”

  Emerald felt her heart contract almost painfully. Shifting her weight, she rubbed her face against his, turning to kiss his cheeks, his eyes, to rub her nose along his and then returning to his lips. He opened his mouth and covered hers when she nibbled at his lips, twined her tongue with his and stroked it and then sucked on it when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He caught her head between his hands when she would’ve withdrawn to explore further, holding her while he sucked hungrily at her mouth and tongue.

  He allowed his hands to drop again after a moment, allowed her to break the kiss. She balanced her weight on her chest, stroking him with her hands as she explored his throat with her lips and then his chest. He moved restlessly beneath her, kneading her arms and shoulders and back and buttocks as she worked her way across and down his broad chest to his belly. He caught her beneath her arms and dragged her up his chest when she began to stroke his cock, reaching behind her to spread her cleft and spearing the head of his cock into her.

  “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he gasped hoarsely as he pressed her downward to engulf more of his shaft. For several moments, he seemed content to saw shallowly in and out of her and then he pushed her upright and caught her hips, drawing her down over his cock as he pivoted his hips to drive deeper and deeper.

  He stopped, panting for breath when he could go no deeper. Emerald had been panting so hard for breath she felt dizzy. Leaning forward to brace her hands on him she began to move, leaning forward and pressing back faster and faster, trying to find a rhythm he liked. He settled his hands on the tops of her thighs, rocking her back and forth until she began to move the way he wanted her to. He seemed to force his hands to relax then, catching his breath, holding it, and then expelling it gustily. “Gods, baby! Gods! You feel so good.”

  Emerald felt her body peak in response, felt her muscles convulse so hard around his thick shaft that it spiked with pain and pleasure in almost equal measure. He caught her arms abruptly, dragging her against his chest and rolling on top of her. She grunted at his frantic, pounding thrusts and lost her breath entirely when he bore down on her, driving as deeply as he could as his body began jerking and shuddering with orgasm.

  * * * *

  Tariq stared down at Koryn and Emerald, struggling with the emotions roiling inside of him and finally moved to the table and set down the tray he’d brought. Koryn jerked and pushed himself upright the moment the metal hit the table, staring at Tariq blankly. “What time is it?”

  Tariq’s lips tightened. “Around seven.”

  Koryn frowned. “Morning? Or evening?”

  Tariq sent him a deadly look. “Evening,” he said tightly.

  Koryn’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

  “I’m serious.”

  He struggled off the bed, staggered around in a confused circle for a moment and finally grabbed his discarded uniform from the floor and headed into the bathroom. Tariq glanced from Koryn’s retreating form to Emerald. She was awake. She pushed herself up and stared at him. “You might as well rest until he comes out again,” he said dryly.

  She blinked at him, but she lay back down.

  He settled at the table to eat his own portion of the food while Koryn bathed and dressed. When he came out, he sent Emerald in to freshen up.

  “What have you been up to all day?”

  Tariq’s face tightened. “I went out to look over the grids the search parties hadn’t gotten to yet.”

  “Anything that looks promising?”

  “No. It’s a waste of time.” He got up when Emerald returned and told her to sit down and eat, pacing. “I’ve recalled them to give them a break while we consider new grid searches. The only two groups we’ve managed to find were near easily accessible water. I’ve arranged to send surveyors out in skimmers to look for small patches of cultivated ground near rivers, streams, and lakes while the men rest up for the new search. The ships are being prepped for the next grid search.”

  He paused. “You’ll be on one of the ships when they go out again—you and Emerald. I’ve arranged a flight crew of androids. The story is that you’ll be dropping the search team off and the crew is to take you to a place we discovered where you can get DNA samples. Instead, you’ll leave immediately for Centaurian. I’ve given the androids the coordinates we figured out—and I deleted them from my system. You should have time to reach the stream beyond this system and fold space before anyone even becomes curious and they w
on’t be able to track you after that.

  “We’ll have to move Emerald the same way we moved the other woman into my quarters. I hate it, but I don’t see an alternative. She’s too small to pass for an Anunnaki woman or I’d just get a uniform and have one of the androids escort her.”

  Koryn and Emerald had both turned white by the time he finished. Koryn recovered first. “You’ve already made all the arrangements?”

  “Yes.”

  Koryn blinked. “How many days do we have?”

  “Two. The ships will be prepped and ready to go day after tomorrow and everything else will be ready by then. The skimmers are going out tomorrow to find the most likely spots for the grid searches.”

  “But … two days! I don’t know if I can pack in two days.”

  “You can’t take anything you aren’t wearing. Emerald will be in your ‘equipment’ case.” He turned to look at Emerald. “I think we need to sedate her. I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought we could trust her to be quiet, but we can’t risk it. See if you can find something that won’t ….” He stopped and glanced at Koryn, showing the first crack in the veneer of his cool, business-like façade, and cleared his throat. “You know.”

  Koryn stared at him blankly for a moment before he finally realized what Tariq was talking about. “It isn’t going to hurt the fetus—whatever I use. She isn’t far enough along yet.”

  Tariq nodded jerkily. “Good. That’s good then.” He frowned. “I think that covers it. If you think of anything I might have forgotten, though, be sure and let me know.”

  Koryn pushed his plate away and sat tapping at the table, thinking. “Supplies?”

  “There are always extra for emergencies. It should be more than enough to get you to Centaurian.”

  Koryn frowned. “We don’t know that the Dinjin didn’t hit that colony, too. What if we get there and discover there’s nothing there?”