Bren's Blessing

by Pearl Tate

  Tears fill my eyes as I scrutinize his face and see only sincerity. That’s all well and good, but I can take care of myself. If I can just get back home.

  “I don’t understand though. If you know where I come from, why can’t I go back?” I hate how whiny I sound but what is the problem? “I can keep a secret. I won’t tell anyone about you or anything.”

  I don’t really know if I could pull that off. I’m chipped just like every other citizen and as soon as I walk down the street a scanner would read my identity and know who I was. I’d be caught instantly.

  There really isn’t any way to hide nowadays.

  “You’re chipped. Even if we removed it, don’t you think eventually your government would catch up with you and wonder how you made it back to Earth? We can’t take that chance.”

  Well. So much for him not knowing. He goes back to working on my hair as I think it over. It’s interesting he seems to know so much. There must be a way I can convince him. Maybe they go there regularly and he just doesn’t want to tell me? I’m not going to give up that easily. I just don’t want to piss him off either. Going with the flow is the key.

  Stretching upright, I feel the day start to catch up with me as his slow movements in my hair start to lull my eyes closed. He does make me feel relaxed. With him at my back, I feel like I have a pulse running through me, tightening my nipples. He makes me so horny again just laying here against him. But also content. Happy even.

  I can’t change anything right this second, so I may as well enjoy the good as it comes. This is the most clean and comfortable I’ve felt in a year now. For now, I need to take the good and worry about the rest tomorrow.

  My eyes droop and I’m having a hard time keeping them open. I love his velvety, hard body below me and I snuggle into his warmth and doze.

  CHAPTER NINE

  - Bren

  Releasing the hold for the door to my room, I see Atticus standing in the hall with a tray. It holds two bowls and the makeshift comb for Hannah from engineering. They had no idea what I was referring to, so I had to create a quick mental sketch to upload for its creation.

  Atticus takes a deep breath as he sees me, still naked, waving him in. Ignoring his rush in the door, which has nothing to do with my nudity, I take the tray from his hands.

  Setting it on the prep area, I pick up the comb and look it over carefully.

  “The scent in here is even stronger than before.” He sounds like he’s strangling.

  Turning to look at him, I realize he’s backing up to the doorway behind him.

  “So leave. I can’t help it.” Hannah’s scent is alluring. Combine that with her arousal, and it’s a strong and pleasing pull to our physiology. No one can fault me for taking her. We don’t pillage planets or even other ships. Information gathering is our main priority along with scientific study.

  Everyone will just have to get used to the idea of her being here with me.

  “There is no doubt that you’re mated.” I glance up, not surprised in the least. Of course, I know it is still a surprise for him. There is so much we still don’t know about how this will affect us all.

  “Yes, but did you find out anything else? Will our bond emotionally keep getting stronger? Will the markings get larger or darker? What other effects can I expect?”

  Leaning back against the door, he listens to me patiently. I’m trying not to vent but the unknown is so much worse than just having all the facts. I haven’t even mentioned how drawn I am to her body. Even now, I am replaying sinking into her wet, hot cunt. I’m driven by my instincts to mate continually. Will this stop soon?

  “There is clear, basic information in my physician textbooks about what we no longer have occur and the aspects of our DNA that have gone dormant. But it’s all the physical stuff. Lack of libido and erections, no longer getting mating marks, etc. Nothing that will really help you now. It only confirms what you already knew or suspected.”

  I shake my head in defeat and settle carefully onto the foot of the bed so I don’t wake Hannah up. I’m not super surprised but it’s defeating. It would have been nice to be able to tell Hannah everything, but she will be in the dark along with me. We are not alone. We have each other.

  Atticus is a great friend and I know he and his partner will make sure that this gets recorded. “Does she have the markings? Do they match yours or complement them in some way?” His interest isn’t sexual, and I have to keep reminding myself of that as my breathing picks up and anger immediately floods my system.

  He’s a doctor. He must document this. Over and over I repeat this to myself as I motion him closer and lift the sheet covering Hannah’s naked form. She’s on her side with her back exposed and the marks flow down the back of her neck where they wind in a spiral design to her tailbone. The colors are deep and light, shifting, moving and changing with her breathing.

  The same designs come down the front of my neck and arms. They are thicker on me, but proportional to our size.

  Reaching out, I run my finger along one and we watch it deepen in hue on her skin while my own markings mimic the change. They pulse. We now appear to be breathing effortlessly together.

  It’s beautiful.

  “It’s a miracle.” Atticus’s whispered words break me out of my reverie and the brief trance I was in. Pulling up the sheet, I move some of her hair to the side to expose her face with the lighter markings up the back of her neck that extend into her hairline.

  “It is.” Her fine hair is going to work perfectly in the comb Atticus brought that we made up for her. “She is different than us. Her hair can be cut. She says it keeps it healthy. And she can’t control it by thought. But their species doesn’t appear to have nano technology.”

  “It’s hard to say how the nanos will react in her. We should know in the next rotation or two if there will be any detrimental feedback.” Atticus appears thoughtful as he leans in closer and shines a light that I didn’t even realize he was holding into her ear. “You did know that coming inside her would share your nanos and give her our language, hopefully our immunities?”

  Pulling her sheet up higher, I tuck it tighter around her. “I must admit I wasn’t really thinking too much about anything. Especially not the nanos. My cock was a pulsing rod, pulling me towards her.” Just thinking about it makes me hard again. “I’ve extraordinarily little control even now. How long do you suppose it will be like this?”

  Standing, he runs a hand down his hair and looks thoughtful. “It’s hard to say. She smells incredible. Arousing to even an untried male like myself.”

  My face is instantly hot as anger triggers a red tint to flood my field of vision.

  “Calm. Breathe through it.” His low whispered commands talk directly to my psyche. Breathing hard but deep, I rest my hands on Hannah and enjoy the relaxation and peace she shares as she slumbers. He continues after I’ve taken a few more breaths and he can tell I’m more settled. “This may be the way she smells while ovulating during her cycle or it may be the way she is all the time or until she is impregnated. There is no way to tell.”

  His words make sense but don’t make me feel any better. “When will I get over this rage and possessiveness? If she smells like this and is so tempting to me, it is hard to imagine that everyone doesn’t feel the same. It’s not logical how I feel!” Closing my eyes, I concentrate again on settling my libido and anger. “There must be something you can find out.” The words come from my gritted teeth as I begin to feel the calm come over me. If this keeps occurring, I’m never going to be able to let her out of this room.

  “Well, I was going to tell you to contact Matthias. He’s your brother and should be the first you share this information with. He has a better chance of having access to the information you need right now too. As part of the Historians, he has clearance to the old libraries and should be able to physically go look for the information we need. If I do a search through the systems, I’m bound to set off some alarms. Why would I need to look th
at up? I may get questioned, or denied, and we will be under scrutiny before we need to be.”

  I follow him closer to the door as he talks. “We aren’t going to be able to hide this for long. Maybe…if we are lucky, a few days? But I’m afraid that rather than share any information, they may hide or destroy it. We have the element of surprise to dig for this before they know. Lack of knowledge has always been how the council keeps us under control.”

  Shaking my head, I agree with his words even though it is treason to even have this discussion. My brother, Matthias may know exactly where to get information that will help us. I haven’t spoken to him in almost a year, because he has refused my calls on most occasions.

  Briefly, I ponder what I should say to get him to agree to speak.

  “Worst case scenario, we stumble through this and find out everything we need to know as we go. The only thing that would be nice is knowing if this is a fluke or not. Are we compatible with humans? You had no idea?”

  I know what he is asking. Did I have visions. Was I really an unwitting puppet in this too?

  “No. I did have the visions. For almost a year during my daily reflections. Of her and the ship she was traveling on. Just everyday things she did, I’m assuming. I would get feedback on what she was doing. I haven’t had a chance to discuss any of this with her but when I met her, I didn’t see any recognition on her end.”

  Wrapping a robe around me, I fasten the closures and try to relax. “I’m relieved to see the mating marks on her skin. It would be horrible if this was all one sided.”

  Atticus laughs lightly. “Highly unlikely. Not with that scent either. She may not have had visions but those are advanced level teachings that may not be in their society. If they don’t have nano technology and Mars is the farthest they’ve traveled from their planet, we are many thousands of years ahead of them.”

  We stare at each other for a moment before I break the silence. “I’ll put a post out to my brother and see if I can set up the call with him. I’ll have to tell him it’s an emergency because otherwise, I may not hear back from him. I’m sure you will be able to come up with some particular things he should be looking for in the records. Can you send me a list?” Atticus nods. “I am totally in the dark on what to expect but I can give feedback on what he finds out and if it pertains to Hannah and me.”

  “That sounds great. Hurry. Sooner rather than later.”

  Atticus leaves as I settle into the one chair in the room to contact Matthias. I’m certain he is unhappy. He doesn’t contact or communicate with me because he doesn’t want me to worry about him. After all, what can we do to change this aspect of our lives?

  Fucking hell.

  CHAPTER TEN

  - Hannah

  I hear the door open and Atticus say goodbye before a new voice has me listening more intently.

  First of all, I can understand them in their language. Which is new. How could that have happened?

  Shifting, I arrange my body, so I have a clear view to the door.

  A new alien, someone I don’t remember seeing before, is leaning against the wall outside the door. Arms crossed, he looks determined.

  “Travek.” Bren’s deep voice isn’t welcoming, but Travek steps quickly across the hall and enters the room. He waits for the door to shut behind him before answering.

  Bren leans back from where he is sitting on the bed by my feet, to wrap the blanket tighter around my ass, making sure there is maximum coverage for me. When he turns to look back at him, I wiggle a bit to get a better view again. “What do you want?”

  “I want to see if I can buy or trade something for the female. I would be willing to pay well.”

  I stiffen in shock and Bren flinches in response. Could my translation of what he said be correct? Maybe this is just a language barrier issue?

  Bren must realize I am picking up some of this. Which is super strange, right? He and the doctor must have done something to me, but I feel the same.

  I stretch and try to access if I can feel any pain or pricks from a needle or anything.

  “What are you offering?”

  Mother fucker. Bren had better not think he can pass me around! How can he be entertaining this? I thought we had something special and my heart sinks with the realization that I am just a convenience. My neck and back heat in anger and all my muscles tighten as I consider hopping up and screaming at them both.

  Bren gives him a hard stare as Travek’s eyes drop to me, perusing my backside before meeting Bren’s. “The vacation home you visited last year.” Interesting. This guy must be loaded.

  “What would you do with her?” Bren’s voice is steady and cold. He isn’t betraying any emotions at all.

  “I’m sure you’ve heard that there are quite a few interested parties around here. Especially after we all scented her going through the halls.” He pauses for effect.

  My scent? Like I smell? Do they want to eat me?

  I feel, rather than hear Bren’s groan internally as he sits in front of me, obstructing my view.

  “I thought maybe there was some exaggeration but no. Someone like her could make some real money around here. I could rent her out and it would be quite profitable.” I’m totally lost but Bren nods in front of me.

  “I assume that she would be rented out with drugs for the interested parties?” Bren reaches back and puts a hand on my leg, squeezing and rubbing it as I lay frozen in fear. Could he mean rented out for sex? Drugs and sex with me?

  “Of course, of course. I have all the right connections and would make sure everything maintained confidentiality.” He shifted and is now peering over Bren’s shoulder at me. I haven’t really known Bren that long, but I can tell his laugh is forced as he turns around to look at me.

  Slowly he grabs my hand nearest to him and squeezes it too. “Relax Hannah.” His English is still stilted but I understand him perfectly. He lifts my hair and strokes it off my shoulder, back and temple before turning to Travek and unfastening his robe to expose his chest.

  Travek’s eyes shift between me, to Bren’s chest and then drop. He turns pale, taking a step back. “No.”

  “Yes. She is mine.” Bren’s words flood me with hope. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to like the big lug until I thought he was going to dump me.

  Travek deflates back against the wall. “Well so much for that. Fuck! Who would have thought that was possible?”

  Bren smiles coldly. “Indeed. Who would have thought this was possible? But I would like to keep this aspect secret for a few more days if you can manage to do that.”

  “Yeah, this is now promising in a whole new way.” There’s a calculating gleam in his eye. “I’ll talk to you later.” He takes off quickly and disappears out the door.

  “How are you feeling?” Bren opens his robe the rest of the way and drops it to the floor before crawling up the bed towards me.

  “I’m doing great now that he’s gone.” Stifling a yawn, I watch Bren’s cock harden as he hovers over me, trapping me between his arms and legs. “And you aren’t going to change the subject. What was that guy talking about? Buying me? Pimping me out?”

  He cocks his head as if he doesn’t totally understand all my words but seems to get the general idea. He scared the shit out of me there for a minute. And worse, he hurt my feelings. I really thought we had a connection, even if a part of me feels like I’m just using him. Aren’t most people using each other all the time?

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to sell or trade you to anyone. I am very attracted to you and you are mine. They will give up in time.”

  He’s just so reassuring. All this declaring I’m his. I wonder how long that will last? Maybe he is just going to keep saying that and finding out what people will offer until he gets a high enough price?

  Pulling the sheet down, he lowers himself to rub his hard cock on my hip.

  “I can’t believe that some of these guys around here would just pick up some human women and then turn them i
nto prostitutes. That won’t work, you know.” I need to shut that down quick.

  He looks puzzled. “Are you sure? Is there something that Travek has missed? Certainly, you don’t look like you will wither away and die in captivity. He will keep them fed and clothed, even on duty on the ship. Will that not work?”

  I guess I’m the first line of defense now for our species. This needs to be played very carefully. “Humans don’t take to being owned very easily. We’re independent. We like to be free. Free to make our own choices and do what we want.” I hesitate as he reaches forward to stroke my nipple.

  “What will happen to them if they don’t get to be free? If Travek were to enslave one to use for sexual pleasure?” Bren seems genuinely interested. It makes my gut churn to think about it. “What will happen?”

  I look him in the eyes seriously. “They will die. They’ll kill themselves or kill their captor. They won’t last too long. Basically, you’ll break them.” I tap my head for emphasis. “Up here. They may even be able to keep going physically but their mind will be lost.” I look away before asking him quietly, “Haven’t you ever had slaves in the history of your planet?”

  He stops to consider the question. “We have had conquering and enslavement, but it is so long in the past. But there are many other alien species that we have met that still use the practice. That is why there is a coalition now. There were species that just conquered and enslaved and by banding together we all put an end to it. Unfortunately, unless you are more developed and well known, the laws don’t apply to your planet. There are laws about pillaging underdeveloped planets, but most of the restrictions are for resources or species that are dropping to extinction levels. Pets and other kinds of items brought back from space don’t fall under any of those protections.” He strokes his hands one at a time down my neck, taking his time to knead my tits before pulling one into his mouth.