Alien Penetration

by Kaitlyn O’Connor

  That powerful a reaction was unnerving to say the least, but beyond that, she cared what Camryn thought about her. She cared about Camryn. She didn’t want to lose him.

  But did she have him, she wondered suddenly?

  He’d said ‘take me’. At the time, it had seemed a plea for acceptance—she still thought it was—but on what level?

  As a lover, she realized abruptly. As sweet as it had been, as cherished as he’d made her feel, it really hadn’t been any different than Akule’s and Zev’s propositions.

  Their protocols were rigid. She couldn’t ask outright. Although she supposed it was acceptable to show interest, it wasn’t acceptable for her to ask a man to be her lover.

  They had to ask and she had the option of declining if she wasn’t interested. And if she did, they had to accept that decision. Despite their male dominated society, it wasn’t considered acceptable to force themselves on a woman, to take. It had to be offered—because they’d just about eliminated the female half of the species and couldn’t afford to rip up what they had left, she supposed.

  Except men of Kael’s class—like Camryn—weren’t even supposed to acknowledge the existence of the lower orders. Camryn had suffered because he couldn’t bring himself to ask before because he thought of her as beneath him.

  It put an entirely different complexion on the situation—one that didn’t make her at all happy. If fact, it made her feel just a little nauseated.

  And angry. He didn’t have the right to forbid her to take as many lovers as she wanted! That was just about the only damned right she had on this godforsaken world!

  That and breathing!

  She was almost more angry with herself. She knew, deep down, she’d been flattered by the show of jealousy—had interpreted his anger that way—and had believed it meant something. Clearly it did. He didn’t want anybody messing with ‘his’ pussy, which only meant that he was more arrogant than any of the others, felt more superior, as if he was entitled to have one pussy all to himself while the ‘riffraff’ fought over sharing the other available pussy!

  Her thoughts had made her angry enough that it was several moments before it even dawned on her that Kael had interpreted her stillness as acceptance. He’d widened his scope of interest from the valley between her breasts to nuzzling her breasts. Her nipples had reacted to his touch, forming into tight little buds as her blood surged into them. Her entire body had reacted. She felt her kegels clench as she looked down at his face, felt the tingling heaviness that told her her sex was already flushed with budding desire.

  As she stared down at him, mesmerized, frozen by the lure of pleasure, he opened his mouth and caught the tip of one of her breasts, curling his tongue around the nipple and sucking on it lightly. A heated current flowed from her nipple to her womb, making it squeeze in reaction, exude moisture for his possession. “They are like Pinaberries—pink, firm on my tongue, and yet tender,” he said huskily when he had plucked at each, making her belly shimmy and warmth flood her nether regions.

  “Kael?” she said a little breathlessly, doubtfully.

  “Yes, dearling?” he responded absently, plucking at her nipples with his lips.

  Simone swallowed convulsively, but his endearment melted the last of her reserve. She arched her back, offering him a better hold. He took it, sucked the nipple he’d been teasing with his lips into his mouth. Her belly clenched again at the sensation that shot straight through her and exploded in waves of delight in her womb.

  As if he sensed he’d completely demolished her barriers, he abandoned the leisurely exploration that had had more of the feel of supplication than demand. He began to pull at her breasts more and more feverishly, tugging her under a lava flow. Her body heated toward eruption. Her mind melted under the onslaught, floated in a drugging pool of euphoria. Her head began to feel too heavy for her neck to hold it up.

  She was dimly aware of the tug of his hands, moved at the command of them, but she had no inkling of his design until she felt his cockhead stretching the mouth of her sex. Her heart pounded erratically—with doubt, with anticipation—when she realized he’d dragged her astride his thighs.

  He caught her hips. Pulling her slowly down onto his erection, he paused when he felt the strain and lifted her. The second time he drew her down, he’d gathered enough moisture to counter the resistance of her flesh—and still, his shaft was so thick she found herself panting with a mixture of uneasiness and excitement.

  He ignored the strain that time, forcing her slowly, inexorably over his cock until she’d sheathed him completely. He coiled his arms tightly around her waist, holding himself deeply inside of her and pulling hungrily at her breasts until she felt herself teetering on the brink of eruption. She struggled against it, tried to close her mind to the exquisite feel of his thick flesh inside her and the suction of his mouth on her nipples.

  For a few moments, she kept it at bay, and then her wall crumbled. She gasped, groaned as her body began convulsing in release.

  She was still spasming when he tilted her back until her head and shoulders were resting against the floor, shifted his own position and began to pump into her in deep, hard thrusts that caught her as she drifted down toward repletion and shot her up toward the peak again. She groaned mindlessly, too caught up in what he was doing to her, made her feel, to have any awareness outside of the delightful friction of his cock and the building tension inside her. She couldn’t even find the will to try to stave off her climax to enjoy it longer. She reached for it, struggled to capture it and uttered a keen cry when she caught it and her body exploded harder than before. He covered her mouth with his, absorbing her cries, groaning and shuddering as he found his own release.

  She was too weak to move when her body finally stopped convulsing. Panting for breath, she lay limply, her eyes closed. Kael lifted his head after a moment, studying her face. Careful not to pull his flesh from hers, he shifted the two of them into a more comfortable position and began to saw slowly in and out of her.

  “Don’t tell me that didn’t satisfy you,” Simone muttered, still too lazy to lift her eyelids.

  He chuckled huskily, lowering his head to nuzzle his face against her neck. “It did. It felt so good I think I want to stay forever.”

  Simone felt her lips curl at the image that popped into her mind. “It might be a little awkward trying to do things with me permanently mounted on your cock like a hood ornament.”

  He drew back sharply and looked at her face. “Gods, Simone! Unless you want me to fuck you until you are raw, you should not put such images in my mind.”

  She opened her eyes at that and looked at him.

  He met her gaze for a long moment and then, reluctantly, withdrew his flesh from hers, hissing as he did. “I cannot guard you from here—though I’d like to. I don’t think there is any danger, yet, that they’ll think to look here for you, but it does not pay to make such assumptions.”

  He got to his feet and caught her hand to help her up.

  Frowning, she headed into the bathroom to clean up when he looked down to adjust his clothing, brushing a little absently at the semen stains. That would teach him to fuck her with his uniform on!

  She studied the dirty gown she’d left on the floor while she helped herself to Camryn’s comb and raked the tangles from her hair. She wasn’t about to put it back on, though. Finished with her hair, she strolled out into the main room, looked around for the cloak she’d discarded and draped it around her shoulders.

  “I cannot keep my mind on what I should be thinking about if you are going to go around like that,” Kael said dryly.

  “Well, I don’t have anything else except that sack I was wearing when they arrested me and it’s filthy!”

  Anger flickered across his face, but she wasn’t sure whether her tone had prompted it or her circumstances. He strode to one of the chests, rifled through first one drawer and then another and finally pulled out a robe similar to those she’d seen the middle class d
raks wear. She discovered it wasn’t open on the sides. Instead, it had long, flowing sleeves—and it swallowed her whole. It was a good six inches too long and the sleeves were at least that much longer than the tips of her fingers. The sleeves didn’t roll well, either. They were too loose to make cuffs that would stay. She finally rolled the sleeves up to her elbows and used the crook of her arms to keep them up—which wasn’t terribly comfortable. Sighing, she looked around and finally settled on one of the short couches.

  “I don’t really understand the situation,” she said after a few minutes.

  Kael, who’d paced to stand staring out of one of the windows, glanced at her.

  Maybe she wasn’t supposed to talk to him, she thought wryly, just lie down and spread her legs? She was damned if she could see any benefit, to her, of taking them as lovers, though, if she still wasn’t allowed to talk to them—or speak unless spoken to.

  “You are a prisoner of the Empire. Camryn removed you without authorization.”

  “I’d guessed that. I just don’t see how it’s going to change anything.”

  Kael frowned, shaking his head. “In all honestly, I do not see that Camryn can do what he believes he can.”

  “And what is that?”

  “He means to petition the High Council for permission to take you as concubine for the House of Jakaar.”

  Simone stared at him blankly, trying to jog her mind for the ramifications of that.

  It was an exercise in futility. Akule hadn’t bothered to inform them of anything beyond their station. Beyond that, she’d been under the impression that they had a concubine.

  “What’s a concubine?”

  He looked a little startled, but then he frowned thoughtfully. “You would be our lover, but it would be a more permanent arrangement. You would belong to the House of Jakaar, servicing only the men of our house.”

  Simone gaped at him. The men of the house? How many fucking men were there in the house?

  “The men?”

  “Yes. Arrek is prince and the head of the House. Bastain is my father—his brother—and then there is Camryn, Ean, and me.”

  Arrek? As in Arrek the bastard? She was supposed to spread her legs and let that pig fuck her?

  Not that she thought she really needed to worry about it. He hated her. There was no way he would agree to let them keep her as a concubine. Instead of asking him what her options were or if she even had the option of refusing—he hadn’t seemed to believe she did—she recalled that she’d thought there was already a woman in their life.

  “Lielani isn’t your concubine?”

  He sent her a startled look, then his expression became speculative. “How long have you understood our language?”

  She didn’t like his tone but, fortunately, she remembered it was forbidden for her to learn their language—not that she’d managed to pick up much! “I don’t. It was easy enough to pick up on the names, though. I wouldn’t have known yours—or Camryn’s or Ean’s except that I noticed you often addressed each other that way.”

  Kael frowned. He’d wondered that she knew their names, but he’d assumed she’d been told, that she’d asked. It was almost disconcerting to realize that she hadn’t when he’d imagined it was proof of her interest in him.

  It was more disturbing, however, to think that they hadn’t been careful when they’d spoken around her because they’d been convinced she had no idea what they were saying.

  “You do not want to make anyone suspect that you know our language even a little, particularly if Camryn’s petition is refused. As a breeder, that knowledge is forbidden to you. As our concubine, it would be acceptable for you to know—but only if Camryn can convince the council that they were wrong to consider that you were not of our caste.”

  Indignation swelled in Simone. That was why she’d been given the dick? Not because they’d found her irresistible but because they’d managed to convince themselves that she was of a comparable class and therefore her lowly pussy wouldn’t somehow taint their high caste dicks?

  Alright, so they were very nice dicks and attached to lovely bodies—not that she’d gotten the chance to touch the bodies!—but how arrogant could they be!

  Talk about a blow to the ego!

  “There is no law that states we cannot have two concubines,” Kael said after a few moments. “No one does—many do not have even one—but there is no law against it.”

  “Lielani should be thrilled.”

  He frowned. “Lielani is drak. She knows her place.”

  In the ditch?

  Not that she’d mind it if Lielani took care of Arrek! But she had a bad feeling that Lielani wasn’t going to be happy about sharing her men! And how could she help but consider it that way, regardless of what the men thought?

  Maybe she’d be glad to have help servicing them, as Kael had so quaintly put it?

  It had to be wearing trying to keep up with five men—three of them young enough to want to fuck a lot!

  Somehow, though, she found it difficult to believe that Lielani wouldn’t instantly be jealous—maybe dangerously jealous.

  It seemed to her that she was gathering a lot of very dangerous enemies very quickly and she hadn’t even done anything!

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was hard to be tense and frightened, Simone discovered, when she’d been so thoroughly fucked and had come three times. Nothing could keep the boredom at bay, though, and she finally reached a point as time progressed where she was just plain bored senseless.

  She’d stared at the bed a little longingly for a while but, despite what Camryn had said, she wasn’t at all certain that she was welcome to his bed and she finally got as comfortable as she could on the couch.

  Kael woke her a little later with food.

  “I already ate,” she muttered sleepily, finding a more comfortable position and settling again.

  “When?”

  “Regular time. Zev brought me something—I don’t know. No windows.”

  “Once a day?”

  “Don’t know. Maybe. I think so.”

  “No gods damned wonder you’ve gotten so thin! Come on. Get up. Eat something.”

  Lovely! He’d said she was thin! Not that she was, but it was nice—except he hadn’t said it like it was a compliment. She discovered she was hungry, though. It seemed like she’d been hungry from the time she’d been imprisoned, that she got just enough to eat to keep her hungry.

  Shrugging off the urge to sleep, she sat up and took the plate he’d offered her.

  The discovery that it was the best food she’d had since she’d left the ship sharpened her interest. She ate more than she should’ve and she still couldn’t hold all of it. She handed the plate back to Kael. He looked a little disconcerted, but he finished it.

  Simone felt her face heat. “That was yours?” she asked in dismay.

  He shrugged. “I couldn’t bring two plates without looking suspicious.” He grinned abruptly. “That should plump you up nicely.”

  “Thanks!” Simone said sourly. “I live to please!”

  He studied her curiously. “I am pleased with you.”

  Feeling more than a little grouchy about being woke up even for food, Simone settled back instead of informing him, sarcastically, that of course that was of utmost importance to her.

  “We did not really study your culture.”

  Simone cracked her eyelids. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

  His expression tightened, but he apparently decided to ignore her tone. “What caste were you born to?”

  Simone yawned. “We don’t have classes—not like y’all do anyway.”

  “How is it different?”

  “There’s the rich, the super rich, the middle class, the lower middle class and the poor. It’s about money—wealth, the things you own or can buy. The rich and super rich tend to segregate themselves. But they do go ‘slumming’ and so do the people in the other classes. We don’t do a lot of mixing between the classes, but
it certainly isn’t as rigid as it is here—we also mix races—which y’all don’t—also not a lot, but it’s against the law to discriminate against people that do. It still isn’t widely acceptable, socially, privately, but it’s still done and nobody can do anything about it without going to jail except disapprove.”

  “It is like that on Macedon.”

  “No it isn’t. You hate the other races and try to wipe each other out, because they hate you, too. And the customs here are more rigid than our laws. Nobody mixes classes—and they’re born to whatever their position, or caste, is. On Earth, in my country, there are rich and even super rich people that were born poor. Rich people that were born that way and waste their money and become poor. Middle class people that try to live like the rich and end up poor and middle class people that work hard and become rich. You don’t have to be what you were born. You can change it.”

  “This seems … chaotic. There is no order.”

  “It works for us … pretty well.”

  “And you? What class were you?”

  Simone sighed instead of trying to explain it all over again. Obviously, he couldn’t really get past the class thing. “I don’t know—lower middle class, I suppose.

  My family was. I was sort of working my way up to middle, middle class and hoping to hit upper middle.”

  He frowned. She had the feeling he wasn’t particularly happy to discover she was middle class. “Your family was one class and you were another?” he asked doubtfully.

  “I told you it was about money. My father was a cop. My mother ran a day care center. They made pretty good money, but since there were five of us, it didn’t go that far.”

  “Five? Father, mother, you—that is three.”

  “Five kids. I’ve got two sisters and two brothers.”

  It irritated her that he didn’t look as if he believed her and, once he began to accept the possibility, that he disapproved. “In ancient times we did this, also. In time, your people will discover what we did—that you cannot breed so indiscriminately. The world will grow too full to feed them all. What is mother?”

  Simone opened her eyes completely at that. “The heart of the family—the primary care giver. The woman who gave birth to us and took care of us when we were children—and kept my father happy.”