Alien Penetration

by Kaitlyn O’Connor

  Maybe by procedure he’d meant they were going to take more ova and get them ready and then when she came back the next time they would implant them?

  That actually sounded reasonable.

  That procedure sucked a big hairy one, but there wasn’t actually anything she liked about the clinic except leaving it after she was done.

  That explanation helped her to relax fractionally, however. She’d stopped shaking, anyway, when the nurse came in and helped her onto the table, pulling the gown up and spreading a sheet over her.

  She’d never completely understood the sheet. Was it for her sake? Or to keep the doctor’s libido under control? Would he freak out if she was just sprawled naked on the table? Or did it offend his sense of decency to actually look at more than a few inches of naked skin at the time?

  She wasn’t sure it helped her feelings all that much. The first thing he did when he came in was put her legs in stirrups and hoist them toward the ceiling, cocking her legs about as wide as she could comfortably part them. Her entire ass and pussy was fanning the breeze, for god’s sake!

  Maybe she should just put the damned sheet over her head? At least then she wouldn’t have to look at him examining her as if she was a cadaver or a mannequin!

  She watched the nurse and the doctor—mostly the nurse—bustle around the room as if she wasn’t lying on the damned table exposed.

  * * * *

  “She is frightened,” Kael observed in a low voice. “Do you think that she suspects?”

  Neither Ean nor Camryn so much as glanced in his direction. The moment the doctor had positioned her for the procedure and then settled on the stool, blocking their view, they’d stepped to one side to find an unimpeded view and neither of them had so much as blinked since.

  Irritation flickered through Kael. She was a breeder. Beyond that, one of the eggs being implanted in her was his. It was the sort of thing one wanted to witness, assuredly—for many reasons, but none of them included sexual arousal.

  And yet he was aroused. Clearly neither Camryn nor Ean were going to be the least helpful as a distraction either, he thought in disgust.

  Dismissing them, he trained his eyes on the back of the doctor’s head, watching his movements as he prepared to transplant the fertilized embryos—one of which was his son.

  He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him at the thought that was almost equal parts disbelief, fear, and exhilaration. A son.

  He’d begun to doubt that he would live to see a son, much less have the chance to nurture him to manhood, to help to train him to his station as a warrior for the mighty empire of the drak. The vast responsibility that he was facing weighed on him nearly as heavily as the fear that he might still not see it come to fruition, that he might die in battle before the day came, that his son would not survive the journey in his mother’s womb.

  He swallowed convulsively several times, but he found that he couldn’t retain his focus on the solemn event unfolding before him. His urges, inconvenient as they were, were not to be denied. His gaze strayed from the doctor to the smooth, slender legs and his mind strayed with them as images pelted him of her legs spread for him.

  He shifted, trying to see what he’d gotten no more than a glimpse of.

  The doctor had inserted some sort of shiny instrument inside of her, he discovered, spreading her channel so that he could see the bright light glinting on the moist, tender inner tissues. He gulped at the air that seemed to elude him, expanded his chest with an effort to draw in a shaky breath. He had not thought the female genitalia looked like that. Mayhap theirs was only similar to their women?

  Or mayhap it was the instrument?

  No doubt, he thought wryly, straining to get a better view.

  He was still convinced that it was different from Lielani’s. The color was not the same, but that was likely because the color of her skin all over was not the same, he told himself. Hers was a deep pink. Lielani’s was also pink, but not so deep a pink and more brown, he decided.

  Because she was drak and their skin was brown—mostly.

  He couldn’t decide if the tension he felt was entirely due to his arousal, because he was anxious about the procedure, or a combination of the two. He felt distinctly lightheaded, though, and began to wonder if he would shame himself by passing out.

  Thankfully, the doctor finished and removed the instrument.

  He managed to get one quick glimpse of her genitals as they normally were and then the doctor yanked the fucking sheet down, blocking his view.

  In enraged him.

  “It is done,” Camryn said, his voice sounding strange enough it drew Kael’s attention.

  It made him feel a little better to see that both Camryn’s and Ean’s expressions were strained as his no doubt was. Camryn threaded a shaky hand through his hair, finger combing it away from his face. A few moments later, the doctor entered the room where they were waiting.

  “It’s done.”

  Camryn studied him coldly. “So we observed. You did not do anything you will regret?”

  The doctor paled. “I implanted what you gave me! God forgive me!”

  Camryn, Ean, and Kael exchanged a look, their lips flattened in almost identical lines of displeasure. “He did not strike you down, did he?” Camryn asked dryly.

  The doctor chewed his lip. “You said when I’d done what you wanted you’d leave!”

  Camryn arched a black eyebrow. “And you have done what we wanted? They are all ready?”

  “Another ten and we’ll be finished.”

  Camryn nodded. Pulling a syringe from his pocket, he held it out to the doctor.

  “Give her this and we will transport her.”

  The doctor’s face turned gray. “This is a very delicate time. The embryos may self-abort. I can’t guarantee that they won’t—couldn’t even if they were human.”

  “So you said,” Kael said tightly. “Repeatedly. You do not have anything that you need to confess?”

  “I haven’t done anything! I swear it!”

  “I believe I would prefer to place my faith in your desire to see the last of us. If we find that you have in any way compromised our breeders, we will be back.”

  “I haven’t! Have your own physicians check them when you’ve taken them aboard!”

  “Be certain that we will. I presume we can also trust that you will not discuss our business?”

  “My god! Who in this world do you think would believe me? I’m ruined!

  You’ve taken half my patients! They’ll trace it back to me and I can’t even defend myself. They’d lock me away in an asylum—they probably will anyway!”

  Camryn shrugged. “We have been as discreet as possible. The rest is up to you.

  Pull yourself together. There are ten more to be impregnated.”

  The doctor rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s being done. My partners ….”

  “Very well. I caution you again—pull yourself together and give her the sleeping draught I gave you and we are done.”

  The doctor nodded jerkily. Dropping the syringe in his pocket, he left the room again. There was a significant time lapse before he re-entered the room but he seemed in complete possession when he did.

  Uneasiness flickered through Camryn, suspicion, but he dismissed it. The man was too fearful for his life already to consider harming Simone.

  * * * *

  Simone looked at the doctor when he came back in, wondering why she’d been told to wait. “Can I get dressed?”

  “Shortly. I just wanted you to relax a few minutes—give them time to attach themselves. Keep in mind that it’s important to relax and take it easy for a couple of days. Nothing strenuous—avoid stress as much as possible.” He pulled the syringe out.

  “This is going to help with that.”

  Simone blinked at him. “I have to drive myself home.”

  “How far is that?” He frowned absently.

  “An hour’s drive.”

  He nodded. “You�
��ll be fine. This shouldn’t make you drowsy. It’s just to help relax you.”

  She winced when he stabbed her with the needle. “Can I get dressed now?” she asked as soon as he’d withdrawn it.

  Pocketing the syringe, he patted her arm and moved around the table to remove her legs from the stirrups and settle them on the table. “Just lie still for a little bit longer and then we’ll let you get dressed. Let’s hope for success.”

  Simone stared at him a long moment and finally smiled tentatively. “They’re really there?”

  The doctor swallowed a little sickly. “They’re really there,” he confirmed.

  Simone’s smile widened and a soft laugh of happiness and disbelief escaped her.

  “I’m going to be a mother! How can I ever thank you enough?”

  The doctor patted her hand. “Just take care of yourself.”

  “And the baby!”

  The doctor nodded a little jerkily. “Could be more than one. I explained that to you. We always try to hedge our bets, just in case. I’ve planted three. With any luck at least one will make it.”

  Simone smiled with an effort. “I wouldn’t mind three. Do you think it’s girls or boys? Never mind! Don’t tell me! I don’t really care as long it’s healthy.” She paused.

  “I feel a little … dizzy. Is that normal?”

  The doctor smiled nervously. “Just close your eyes and rest for a few minutes.

  I’m sure it’ll pass.”

  Simone closed her eyes when the doctor and the nurse had left, wondering abruptly if she should’ve told the doctor she’d gotten drunk the night before. Surely it was all out of her system by now, though?

  Oddly, enough, she felt almost like she had the night before, heavy, dizzy. In a few moments, though, a curtain seemed to drop over her mind.

  * * * *

  Camryn stared at Simone’s sleeping face, feeling an odd reluctance to touch her that he couldn’t entirely understand, particularly, he thought wryly, when he’d been anxious to touch her only a matter of a few minutes before. Mayhap it was nothing more than the doctor’s insistence that she should rest? The suggestion that moving her might in some way jeopardize the process?

  Their own physicians had suggested no such thing. In fact, they’d been highly insulted when the decision was made to allow the physicians at the clinic to perform the implantations for the simple reason that they knew the human body best. They’d insisted that the differences were very minimal.

  If they were wrong, they could well have a disaster on their hands, he thought uneasily, for they must count on their own physicians to deliver their sons.

  The breeders were more than welcome to them, but no one wanted to be burdened with human males, physicians or not. In any case, even if there were slight differences, their physicians needed to become adept at caring for them, didn’t they? Their sons would be half-human.

  He shook the thought off and carefully scooped Simone’s limp form from the table, ignoring both Ean and Kael, who’d offered to carry her themselves. He glanced at them coldly when he’d settled her against his chest. “She is carrying my heir,” he reminded them.

  Anger flickered through Kael, but he bit back the retort that trembled on his tongue. Camryn’s heir took precedence over his own—or even Ean’s.

  It was one of the reasons he had initially considered using a different breeder. He ranked below both Camryn and Ean since he wasn’t in the direct line of accession but he was still of higher rank than any of the others who had been selected to breed. He wanted his son to be of utmost importance—because he was, to him.

  In the end, however, he had accepted what he hadn’t wanted to accept before.

  Simone was his preference as a breeder, as well. He could not choose a breeder that was less than the best available for his only son.

  Dismissing his pique with an effort, he took Simone’s arm, dangling limply beside her, and settled it on her body.

  He was actually surprised when neither Camryn nor Ean remarked on it. Camryn merely nodded to Ean and the three of them left the room and followed the corridor that led out of the rear of the fertility clinic. A shuttle awaited them. The transporters would have been more convenient and less likely to attract attention they didn’t want, but no one wanted to risk transporting their sons in the particle transport when they were little more than a particle themselves at the moment.

  When they’d moved up the ramp, Camryn paused. To Kael’s surprise, instead of carrying her to the hold where they’d secured the other breeders, he turned and headed toward his private cabin.

  Kael and Ean exchanged a questioning look.

  Ean shrugged.

  “She will be frightened if she awakens alone,” Kael said as Camryn settled her on the bunk and spread a coverlet over her before he grasped the restraints and buckled her in.

  “She is not likely to awaken.”

  “But if she should ….”

  Camryn glanced at him. “This is safer and more comfortable.”

  He had a point and Kael still wrestled with the anxiety that she would awaken and be frightened. Was that any better for her in her delicate state?

  “The hold is full nigh to bursting now,” Camryn continued after a slight pause.

  “Their fighters chased us with the last transport. That is why I stepped up the retrieval.

  It has all very well to talk discretion by taking them a few at the time, but it has only attracted the attention of their military,” he said wryly.

  “Fuck!” Kael growled. “They are on to us?”

  Camryn shook his head. “They have no idea who or what we are or what our intentions are. We have been monitoring their chatter, naturally. I think we must make this our last trip—for now. We have enough, anyway, for the men who’ve been chosen to breed at this time. No doubt they’ll end up launching another mission at some point, but I think we are done here.”

  “We have room for the last ten the doctor mentioned?”

  “We will make room. Go into the hold and check to see how many cots are left.

  If there is not enough room, we can put at least four in each of your cabins.”

  Kael and Ean glanced at one another. Kael could see that Ean didn’t like being dismissed any more than he did, but it was something that needed to be done, he realized, not merely a ploy to be alone with her.

  Nodding, he left to check the hold.

  Camryn frowned when they’d left, his mind flickering briefly to the orders he’d given the men, but he dismissed it. The High Council wasn’t likely to be pleased, but it was his responsibility to see to the success of this mission—regardless of how it might effect future missions. In any case, he had a duty to his line, to the House of Jakaar, that superseded all but the authority of the Emperor himself—and he had his heir.

  A pure breed, quite possibly the last there would ever be. Certainly one of the last.

  He stared at Simone’s sleeping face, trying to decide how he felt about that—the same as he’d felt before he’d left their star system for this one?

  The deep anger that had been festering inside of him since he’d attained manhood had eased, he realized, the sense that his line would be no more, corrupted by the blood of alien beings his people had found to replace the breeders who could breed no more.

  The sense that he’d been cheated of his birthright.

  He crouched beside her after a moment, lifting a hand to trace his fingers along one cheek. Her skin was as smooth as his own, softer than any he’d felt before. Her hair, he discovered when he lifted a strand to test it, was silky to his touch.

  He realized he hadn’t truly believed that they were so similar to his own race.

  He’d expected … something else. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he knew he hadn’t expected to find anything like Simone.

  With her eyes closed, he could almost believe that she was one of them. Their eyes were strange. He wasn’t certain that he could ever truly accustom himself t
o the pale eyes. As for the rest …. Regardless of what Kael had said, she did not look like the skeets—the round ears—except that she had round ears, he thought with a touch of amusement. Her skin was pale, true, but it had a warm glow about it that reminded him of their skin—except lighter. It was certainly not the ugly bluish color of the skeets. Nor was her hair as theirs was. It was silky, not coarse. There were pale streaks among the darker hair, but that, also, was different.

  If he had known beforehand what to expect, he would’ve petitioned for a concubine, he thought with sudden anger that was followed almost immediately by an uncomfortable sense of guilt at the suspicion that his thoughts were disloyal to Lielani.

  There was no law against having more than one concubine, however—he knew that!—and it wasn’t as if he would turn his face from her. Lielani would know that as well as he, and she would accept …. In the old days, they’d had more—in the days when they’d had more women of their own kind.

  He shook that thought. It was done and could not be undone, however much it angered him that the elders had shown so little forethought for the sons that would come after them. He found he wasn’t even as angry as he’d been about it before, but he was furious that the scientists had not thought to mention that they were lovely creatures—and they would’ve known when they had been sent to study the species and ascertain whether it was a productive match for the drak.

  He would’ve taken her as concubine for the House of Jakaar if he had known, if he’d been told, if he’d had the opportunity to petition the High Council.

  Straightening abruptly as his anger returned, he studied her a moment more and strode from cabin. It was done. There was no profit in regret. At least he had her. It might be sheer torment if he discovered that the laws would not allow him to elevate her status from breeder to concubine, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to leave her behind. Once the thought had taken hold, it could not be shaken and, truthfully, he hadn’t tried particularly hard to do so.

  * * * *

  Awareness brought a profound sense of confusion. For a time, Simone lay with her eyes closed, struggling to figure out what the sounds were around her, why she felt so very strange and wondering if she was drifting in some sort of weird dream. Finally, she opened her eyes when the odd sensation and the even stranger sounds persisted. She felt perfectly blank when she did.