Alien Penetration

by Kaitlyn O’Connor

  “And the High Council simply folded and allowed women to tell them what to

  do?” Ean demanded, outraged.

  Kael and Camryn both glared at him.

  “Lielani and the other concubines proved to us that they had the will and the strength to follow up on their threats. They cannot be watched every hour of every day and we cannot afford to lose even one more woman if Macedon is to have a future,” Camryn said tightly.

  “And the council members were still prepared to argue,” Kael put in. “Camryn

  completely set the council on its ear, however. He agreed and said that we would breed daughters on Simone and that, when the time was right for them, he would give one each to the Emperor, and to the Houses of Tridan and Lara as concubines. The Emperor, Lord Tidan and Lord Lara immediately switched their votes to our side. The others began to wrangle with one another over the possibility of producing daughters and trading for concubines for their sons and the petition was granted.”

  Simone sat up abruptly. “You offered our daughters, who haven’t even been conceived yet, to those men!” she gasped indignantly.

  Camryn sent her a satisfied look. “I thought your insight too precise only to be insight! How long have you understood our language?”

  Simone stared at him in wide-eyed fright. “Not long,” she said uneasily.

  He smiled a little grimly. “When Lielani was teaching you, did she not also teach you the value of compromise?”

  “I understood the concept before that,” Simone said a little stiffly.

  “Good, because everyone will be expected to compromise. Change will not come swiftly or easily.”

  Simone swallowed her anger with an effort. When she had, she realized that he’d offered to give her daughters, babies to love and rear. He’d also offered to allow her her sons as long as possible. She wasn’t completely satisfied but as he’d said—compromise.

  In any case, she had years to change things.

  Daughters! She smiled at the thought, remembering her childhood.

  Camryn settled on the bed and drew her into his arms. “I am trying to win your love and your acceptance, Simone. Is that not enough? That I am willing to try?”

  Simone’s heart fluttered with a surge of happiness. She met his gaze, breathless with hope. “And if you do, will you give your love and acceptance to me, too?”

  “I have already given my heart to you, Simone.”

  “We have,” Kael corrected him.

  Simone looked up at him when he spoke and then turned to look at Ean. “Do not say you did not notice when we have been behaving like besotted fools!” he said a little testily.

  Simone smiled at him. “It was actually hard to notice. I was too wrapped up in being besotted myself.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Uneasiness swept through Simone, but she knew that the moment she attempted to interfere in any way, or gave any indication that she wasn’t happy about the matches in progress, she would be banished into the house. It was an unspoken agreement between them. Camryn and Kael would pretend they didn’t notice she was watching as long as she didn’t draw attention to herself or try to interfere with their training in any way.

  She’d enjoyed watching Camryn and Kael—mostly. Wearing nothing but breechcloths, the sun gleaming on their beautifully sculpted bodies, they’d been sparring in the courtyard when she’d arrived and settled in an unobtrusive spot to watch them.

  There’d been a few unnerving moments when they were practicing at hand-to-hand combat, but overall she’d been fascinated—right up until Camryn and Kael had finished and called Trisan, Bastian, and Givon.

  Ean was off on a mission and his son, Givon, had been training with his uncles so it was an uneven match—not that it wasn’t anyway! They were barely six!

  They were eager to impress the adults, however, and raced one another to the center of the court where Camryn and Kael were waiting.

  Handing each a wooden practice sword, Camryn assumed a fighter’s stance and began instructing the boys, encouraging them one moment and pointing out their weaknesses the next. Kael faced off against his own son, Bastian.

  She hadn’t been particularly happy that he’d decided he wanted to name his son after his father, but at least she hadn’t hated his father as she had hated Arrek and neither Ean nor Camryn had wanted their sons named after him.

  It soothed her anxieties as she watched them, she realized. True, it was warfare they were teaching them, but they were careful of the boys and she decided that, maybe, it was a good thing for them to learn to curb their natural aggressions and focus.

  Bastian, unfortunately, had inherited his father’s tendency to be easily angered when he was sparring. Within a few minutes, he’d made so many mistakes because he’d gotten angry that Kael had sent him to the sidelines to cool off. Givon shifted over to match off with Kael and acquitted himself nicely, despite his tendency to show off.

  She wasn’t certain if that was for her benefit because he’d noticed she was watching or it was something he had a problem with anyway, but she decided it might be best to take the girls inside.

  That was when she discovered that Kylie had skipped over to Bastian when he was sent to the sidelines and the two were squabbling over his sword. “You are a girl!

  You cannot touch a warrior’s sword!”

  Kylie glared at him and snatched it from his hand. When he reached to snatch it back, she dropped the sword, grabbed his arm and tossed him to the ground in a hip throw.

  Simone clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Camryn’s attention was caught by the incident, however, and as he whipped his head around to look, Trisan caught him hard enough in the stomach with his wooden sword that she heard him grunt in pain.

  She covered her face with her hand and then peered at him between her fingers.

  He was glaring at her and rubbing his stomach.

  “Maybe I should train Kylie as my warrior and allow Bastian to stay home and tend hearth with the women!” Kael growled under his breath.

  “Kael!” Simone said disapprovingly. She clapped her hands. “Girls! Inside, now!”

  Kylie gave Bastian his sword back and scampered away before he could clobber her with it—thankfully.

  “That is enough for now,” Camryn said in a pained voice. “Put away the swords and you may practice your wrestling moves for a while.”

  Discovering the men had followed them inside, Simone went to the nursery to leave the girls before she headed to her own quarters. It unnerved her a little that Camryn and Kael continued to follow her, but she decided, if they weren’t very displeased with her, that she might bring up the subject of the raids on her home planet again.

  It seemed to her that every time she went into the city there were more Earth women and it just wasn’t right! The official stance on the subject was that it was not sanctioned, but it was clear that, unofficially, the High Council was willing to turn a blind eye for the sake of peace. And there were too many men who still had no concubine for there not to be trouble when they knew damned well that they could snatch one in a raid on Earth if they could get their hands on a ship and round up a crew—which wasn’t that difficult.

  “You will have to leave the girls inside if you mean to sneak out to watch,” Camryn said the moment they were inside of her apartment. “They should not watch. It distracts the boys.”

  “And it will unman them to have the girls tossing them about,” Kael put it irritably.

  “She’s your daughter,” Simone pointed out.

  “And I want her to behave like a lady of Macedon, not a warrior!” he growled.

  “Self defense is a good skill to have,” Simone pointed out. “Think if we were attacked and raided by the flurs? Or the skeets? Or even the meres? Wouldn’t you want her to have some possibility of fighting them off?”

  “That day will never come,” Kael said tightly.

  “You don’t know that. I understand they don’t have a lot of women e
ither. What if they decided they wanted yours?”

  Camryn and Kael exchanged a long look.

  Simone pretended she hadn’t noticed.

  “I need a shower,” Camryn said, changing the subject abruptly. Grasping Simone’s hand, he headed toward the bathroom. Kael followed. Slipping up behind her while Camryn adjusted the water and removed his breechcloth, he caught her gown and pulled it up over her head.

  “I don’t especially need a shower,” Simone said, just to be difficult. “Now, if you want to talk about the raids on Earth ….”

  “No!” Camryn and Kael said at almost the same time.

  Camryn caught her wrist and pulled her into the shower with him.

  “But … Camryn! It’s really getting out of hand! I see new women every time I go into the city!”

  “They are here,” he said dismissively. “I will not send them back.”

  “There are not that many,” Kael disputed. “Less than half the households have a concubine even now … more like a quarter.”

  Simone let out a huff. “Yes, but it isn’t right and it isn’t Earth’s job to supply you with women just because you don’t have enough.”

  Camryn caught her waist and pulled her up against him. “Woman!” he growled, settling his forehead against hers. “You need to learn your place!”

  She frowned at him. “And where is that?”

  He tilted his head to match his lips to hers. “On the end of my cock,” he murmured, grinning just before he silenced further protest with his mouth.

  It was an effective distract and she was more than willing to allow herself to be diverted by his love play. He kissed her until she was dizzy. Kael closed in behind her, stroking her buttocks and nibbling along her shoulder while Camryn made love to her mouth with his tongue.

  She was so breathless and dizzy when Camryn finally broke the kiss and caught her buttocks, lifting her up, that she only managed to lock her legs around his hips. She missed the attempt to curl her arms around his shoulders and fell backwards. Kael caught her, fondling her breasts and nuzzling the side of her neck. She looped her arms around his neck instead and turned her face for a kiss while Camryn guided his cock inside of her. When he’d seated himself deeply, Kael disentangled her arms from around his shoulders and moved in closer.

  A thrill went through her. Encircling Camryn’s neck with her arms, she held still as she felt Kael stroking her bud and then slowly inching his cock inside of her, panting for breath as she felt him stretching her. For a few moments, she felt uncomfortably full, and then Camryn slipped out, allowing Kael to fully penetrate her. The rhythm they set was wildly exciting, driving her upwards within moments from merely buzzing and ready to struggling to keep her climax at bay for a few moments longer.

  “Sing if you want,” Camryn gasped. “You are ours and there is no one to hear … except us and it pleases me to hear your pleasure.”

  Too dizzy to think, Simone ceased struggling to contain the sounds of pleasure trying to explode from her. As her first climax hit her, she began to cry out in keen gasps of ecstasy. She barely touched down before she began to soar again. The second time she came was more glorious than the first, longer, harder. She was screaming when she hit the peak and nearly blacked out when she came down from it.

  She was beginning to worry about hitting a third, but both men came almost simultaneously as she began to drift downward from her second peak.

  Camryn kissed her gustily. “I will step up the patrols so that they have to work harder to steal their women. They will treasure them for the effort it takes to get them.”

  * * * *

  Kylie wrinkled her nose. “What’s that noise?”

  The elder whose job it was to watch them, grinned at the three pale haired little girls gathered around the table coloring. “Your mommy is singing for your father and your uncle.”

  “She don’t sing too good,” Kylie observed.

  Cob chuckled. “Your fathers love the way she sings.”

  “She’s gonna sing a lot when my daddy comes home,” Melanie said cheerfully.

  “She loves my daddy and he loves it when she sings.”

  Kylie glared at her. “She loves my daddy, too! She just sang for him!”

  “And my daddy,” Carly chirped. “She loves my daddy mostest. She just sings and sings for my daddy! He’s the most handsomest prince in the whole world!”

  “My daddy’s the most handsomest prince in the Empire!” Melanie informed her sisters.

  “That’s the same thing, isn’t it, Cob?” Kylie said, but she didn’t wait for a response. “My daddy’s the most handsomest prince in the whole universe! And that’s more than either of yours!”

  The End

  Read and excerpt from Kaitlyn O’Connor’s

  Children of Andromeda:

  Lords of the Sea

  By

  Kaitlyn O’Connor

  Chapter One

  It was Mark who first noticed the blue glow coming from below. Cassia Pendell was lounging on the deck, more than half asleep and struggling with the exhaustion that seemed it would defy her will to stay awake. They’d headed out before daylight, though, and she was not only not used to being up and stirring about by five AM, she also wasn’t used to diving.

  As a first date, however, it was definitely unique. It had sounded like something that might be fun. As loathe as she was to admit it, though, she’d been impressed because it seemed like the sort of thing only the rich and famous might indulge in and it was that that had finally swayed her more than the belief that she’d actually enjoy it.

  She’d met Mark on an internet dating/mating site. They’d been chatting for weeks before he’d suggested an actual meeting. She’d liked what she’d learned about him in the time they’d been internet dating, but she’d been leery. He was still a stranger.

  After all the horror stories she’d heard about women meeting psychopaths over the net, she’d been nervous as hell at the prospect of driving to a strange city to meet a man she really didn’t know. When he’d suggested that they could go scuba diving with the diving club he belonged to she hadn’t been a lot more enthusiastic, even though it removed the danger of being completely alone with him, mostly because she’d never done it before and she didn’t like deep water. She hadn’t wanted to tell him she was phobic about deep, natural bodies of water, though.

  He was an amateur diving enthusiast. Exploring the ocean was his favorite pastime, something he did whenever he got the chance. If she couldn’t dredge up some interest in it herself, she figured their relationship was doomed before it had really gotten started.

  Truthfully, she’d almost called it off right then. She had absolutely no sense of adventure. She didn’t like risks, and she especially didn’t like taking them. She wasn’t ‘addicted’ to the adrenaline rush of doing something wild and dangerous. She was allergic to it. She didn’t like having the hell scared out of her, not when it entailed her taking part in it—watching from a safe distance was alright, but not participating. She preferred being comfortable and safe.

  Deep down, she’d accepted right then that they were completely incompatible.

  She’d refused to acknowledge it, though. She’d convinced herself that it was time she put in the effort to lighten up and live a little—past time, actually. She was nearly thirty two, close enough to feel the chill, anyway. Even if it turned out to be something she hated, she needed to at least give it a try.

  She hadn’t exactly hated it. She had hated getting up so damned early, but then she wasn’t the only one in the group that didn’t seem to be at their best that early in the day, or the only one who’d spent the time while the boat was en route to the chosen diving site sleeping. Mark hadn’t seemed to take that in bad part, which was a plus in his column.

  The boat was big enough and the gulf waters calm enough she hadn’t gotten motion sickness or overly frightened. She still didn’t like it, but she hadn’t disliked it.

  Carl Smith, the man w
ho’d founded the scuba diving club, had been patient in instructing her and had stressed safety, which she’d found soothed her uneasiness a great deal.

  Despite the fact that she could tell Mark was anxious to strike out on his own, he’d also been patient and solicitous, which had earned him another mark in the good column. He’d ‘forgotten’ he was supposed to be baby-sitting her a couple of times and darted away, leaving her behind, and he’d also taken off into some dark, creepy places where she’d refused to follow a couple of times, but overall he’d been considerate.

  She was still more inclined to think she was just getting used to the idea of deep water diving than actually beginning to like it, but she’d gotten over the first tremors of terror and was able to play off a token enthusiasm when everyone had settled in the boat to eat their lunch and discuss their experiences.

  She thought that was mostly because she’d been certain it was over and they would be heading back after they’d eaten.

  Mark had proposed they move on to another spot to dive, though—a minus in his column—and although everyone wasn’t in total agreement, she was the only one who actually hadn’t wanted to. Good manners had compelled her to join the group for a little while in the second dive, but she hadn’t stayed down long and had returned to the boat long before the last of the divers had returned.

  Mark had been the last.

  Another minus in his column, especially when someone had pointed out that it was probably going to be dark before they made it back to the dock.

  She suspected Mark thought it would be a good opportunity for a little romantic necking, that darkness would give him the chance to cuddle up, but she wasn’t in the mood. She was exhausted. It was amazing how drained she felt from the little bit of actual swimming she’d done, but an inescapable fact, and beyond that she felt downright disgustingly sticky from both the water and the salt in the sea air. All she really wanted to do was bathe and collapse in the hotel room for a nice long nap.

  She wasn’t a sun worshipper, but she’d reached the point where she didn’t think she could stand wearing the wet suit another moment. Peeling it off, she’d spread a thick towel on the deck, grabbed a life preserver to use as a pillow, and stretched out to pretend she was sunning when she actually only wanted to sleep.