Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (16 page)

He tilted his head almost curiously.
“Your people once perceived us as gods. It’s an honor to serve the
Anunnaki.”

Emerald lifted her brows. “You mean
back when we were living in caves and scratching ourselves? Yeah, I
can see that. We aren’t nearly as easily awed these
days.”

“
Or as cautious,” he
murmured. “I don’t need your tongue to breed you.”

Emerald swallowed the morsel of food
she’d put her mouth with an effort at his tone and the not too
subtle threat. He was actually pretty fucking scary with almost no
effort at all, she thought uneasily. It was pretty difficult after
that to even pretend she had an appetite, but she made an effort
out of pure determination to convince him he hadn’t scared
her.

“
Go and bathe and then
wait in the bed,” he said when they’d finished. “I have a report to
make.”

She wasn’t particularly
tired, but she decided that she’d pushed him as far as she dared.
Getting up, she headed into the bathing facilities. She didn’t ask
him to remove the belt and he didn’t offer. She soaked thoroughly,
hoping against hope that it would short out. It
had
to be some sort of electronics
even if wasn’t anything familiar to her, she reasoned. Impulses
travelled to and from the brain electronically. If it was blocking
the nerve signals that controlled orgasm, it would have be doing it
with some sort of wave.

Tariq was sitting at his desk on the
far side of the room when she returned, speaking to a holographic
image hovering just above the desktop. Unfortunately, he wasn’t
speaking English, but she supposed she could guess what the
conversation was about—collecting humans for transport back to
Niribu. Climbing into the bed, she lay back, staring at the
ceiling, wondering if she pretended to be asleep if he would let
her sleep.

Somehow, she doubted it and when he
finally ended his communication and approached the bed, she knew
with dismay that she was right. He sat down to pull off his boots
and then stood again to strip. Flipping the covers off of her, he
settled beside her, propped on one arm and studied her. “Put your
arms over your head.”

Emerald gulped, struggled with the
urge to continue trying to pretend she was asleep and finally
lifted her arms. When she peered at him, she saw his expression was
stony. “Draw your knees up.”

Clamping her thighs together, she drew
legs up without hesitation that time, hoping the fact that she’d
instantly obeyed might weigh in her favor.

“
I think you know that
isn’t what I meant,” he said dryly. “Spread them.”

He was going to torture her like he
had before! She knew it and it was more reluctance to endure it
again than rebelliousness that made her hesitate. Biting her lip,
she fanned her thighs open. He used his free hand to push them
wider and shifted her feet until he was satisfied. She flinched all
over when he stroked a finger along her damp nether lips, carefully
separating the folds of flesh. She felt heated moisture collect in
her channel as he explored her there. With an effort, she stared
hard at a point on the ceiling and tried to focus on it so
completely as to block his touch from her mind. She succeeded to a
degree and yet when he found the mouth of her sex and slowly pushed
a thick finger inside of her it brought her mind right back to
focus on his touch.

She swallowed with an effort, trying
to calm her heart as it accelerated to match the cadence of his
finger as he slowly pushed it deeply inside of her and just as
slowly withdrew it, pulling completely out each time and convincing
her that he meant to stop and then, after a brief pause, pushing
inside of her again until she felt the heat within begin to rise in
spite of every effort to prevent it.

She reached a point very quickly where
she had to fight the urge to try to evade his finger, to close her
legs tightly. The inner muscles of her thighs quivered both from
that tension and the strain of holding her legs wide for him to
torment her. She squeezed her eyes tightly, hopeful of escaping in
that way, but that only seemed to intensify the
sensations.

When she opened eyes again, she saw
that he was studying her face, his own taut. His expression made
her heart trip over itself and begin to race a little faster. The
muscles along her channel quivered, sending out the first tremors
of a climax and then simply continued to spasm faintly—just enough
to tighten her chest and make it difficult to breathe without
panting.

She was almost relieved when he
finally removed his finger and skated his hand up her belly … until
he began massaging her breasts and plucking at her nipples. They
tightened in response, filling with the blood that would intensify
their sensitivity. He continued to pluck at them until they began
to ache and then hurt with the pressure.

Dread filled her when he finally
stopped and leaned down to cover the closest with his mouth. She
tensed all over, trying to brace for the jolt she expected and it
still knocked the breath from her. She almost thought it might not
have been so excruciating if she hadn’t, but she was too mindless
within moments to have another clear thought. He thrust his finger
into her channel again as he pulled at her sensitive nipple. This
time, he drove into her hard and fast, however, pulling at her
nipple in the same rhythm until she reached fever pitch and began
to moan and thrash.

He released her nipple. “Be still,” he
said harshly.

She stilled, tensing every muscle as
he shifted over her to capture her other nipple. She nearly passed
out when he sucked it into his mouth, dipped toward darkness but
not oblivion. The darkness that invaded her mind only seemed to
increase the sensations until her entire body was
quivering.

She dragged in a shaky breath when he
finally lifted his head and withdrew his finger. He studied her for
a long moment when he’d stopped. “Take my cock in your mouth and
give me release,” he said hoarsely, “and I’ll allow you to
rest.”

She was on fire, her mind almost too
fevered to comprehend. She pushed herself up, however, and crawled
down the bed to grasp his cock and guide it into her mouth. It was
huge. She felt her jaws pop as she struggled to fit the head into
her mouth. In the end, she couldn’t manage to cover much more than
the head, but she sucked at it feverishly and stroked her hands up
and down his cock. He caught her legs, turning her and then
burrowing his face between her legs. Her heart slammed against her
ribcage as he covered her clit and began to pull at it with a
fervor that made the muscles along her channel quake harder. She
sucked at the head of his cock and stroked her hands along the
length with more enthusiasm, lured by the promise of a climax until
he cock abruptly jerked in her hands and mouth and hot semen hit
the back of her throat. Still caught up in the belief that she was
about to come, as well, she pulled at him enthusiastically until he
finally ceased to come and pushed her away.

She settled back and stared at him,
too stunned for several moments to grasp what had happened. She
felt like crying when her sluggish mind had finally sorted it and
she realized the belt had prevented her from achieving orgasm. It
hadn’t shorted out as she’d hoped it would.

She dropped weakly down on the bed
after a moment, struggling with her emotions, with the heat still
churning inside of her. The quivering inside of her had only just
begun to subside when Tariq caught her hand and tugged at her.
“Come here.”

She sat up, eyeing him distrustfully,
but she didn’t dare hesitate, despite the dread that instantly
seized her.

She discovered it was warranted. He’d
allowed her a few moments respite and then he began all over again.
She lay awake for hours after he’d dropped to sleep, struggling to
summon any emotion at all besides self pity but discovered she
ached too badly to rouse anything else.

* * * *

Koryn caught Emerald completely by
surprise. She’d woken to find Tariq gone with a mixture of relief,
anger, and an aching need that still lingered strongly enough to
make her miserable. Getting up, she’d headed into the bathroom and
bathed in hot water until it eased the ache of her tense muscles
and then turned the water to as cool a temperature as she could
stand in the hope that it would cool the heat inside of her. It
worked to an extent. She was still far from comfortable, but
neither her breasts nor her sex felt nearly as swollen and
achy.

Koryn appeared several hours later,
while she was staring at nothing and wishing herself miles away.
She eyed him warily when he came in, but relaxed when she saw he’d
brought food. He strode to the table and set the tray down, pulled
up the other chair and attacked the food he’d brought himself with
enthusiasm. Discovering she was starving herself since she’d barely
touched her food the night before, she joined him at the table and
focused on appeasing her own appetite.

When Koryn finished eating, he pushed
away from the table and relaxed in the chair, watching her until
she’d finished. He smiled when she pushed her plate away.
“Finished?”

She nodded.

“
Good. Get in the
bed.”

Emerald gaped at him in dismay,
feeling her stomach knot around the food she’d just consumed and
creating a wave of nausea. He tilted his head, lifting his dark
blond brows questioningly.

Emerald got to her feet jerkily and
headed toward the bed, struggling with the dread knotting her
stomach, deeply regretful that she’d eaten at all.

“
You won’t need the sheet.
Leave it,” Koryn said cheerfully enough she felt the urge to throw
something at him.

Instead, she flung the sheet off,
climbed on the bed and lay down, staring angrily at the ceiling and
resolutely ignoring Koryn as he pulled his boots off, shrugged out
of his uniform and strode purposefully toward the bed. The anger
didn’t sustain her nearly long enough. The instant she heard his
swift stride toward her, it abandoned her and dread washed over her
in an all consuming tide. Settling one hip on the edge of the bed,
he studied her for a moment and then grasped her wrists, lifting
her arms behind her head. She clenched her teeth tightly and stared
hard at the ceiling as he lightly stroked her breasts with his long
fingers and then began to knead them.

She knew it was useless to try to
block it from her mind, but she couldn’t think of any other way to
try to defend herself from the torment she knew was coming and the
certain knowledge of it made it harder than it had been the first
few times. When he’d brought a rush of blood to her breasts to
fully sensitize them, he transferred his attention to stroking her
torso and belly and finally got up.

Hope instantly sprang to life that
he’d decided not to torment her because she’d done what he told her
to do. It died an unhappy death when he climbed onto the mattress
on his knees and pushed her legs upward and out. He sat down his
heels, studying her sex and finally reached to stroke the lips,
parting them, plucking at her clit until it swelled with blood as
her nipples had.

She grunted as the air left her lungs
when he traced a path from her clit to the mouth of her sex and
shoved his index finger deeply inside of her. Tensing all over, she
clapped her legs together instinctively and was instantly sorry. He
sent her a look that filled her with dread. She opened her legs
again, spreading them wide for him, but the damage, she knew, had
already been done. Narrowing his eyes, he withdrew his finger
slowly and then slipped backwards and settled on his belly. Using
his fingers to spread the lips of her sex, he flicked the tip of
his tongue over her clit several times.

“
Put your hands here and
hold the lips wide for me.”

Emerald bit her lip, but reached down
to comply. “Good girl,” he murmured, grasping her hips and dragging
her to his mouth. Holding her with his gaze, he opened his mouth
over her clit and began to suck at it. Fire coursed through her
with each tug of his mouth, centering in her belly, growing swiftly
into a conflagration.

Dragging her gaze from his with an
effort, Emerald struggled to catch her breath, fought the rise of
heat to no avail. He shifted after a moment, pushing his finger in
and out of her slowly for several moments and then increasing the
tempo until he was driving into her in hard thrusts. Catching her
clit with his mouth, he began sucking it hard as he continued the
forceful thrust of his finger until he drove her to the edge of her
peak where she hovered in endless torment until she couldn’t stand
anymore and tried to push herself away from him to
escape.

He caught her, dragging her around on
the bed until her head and shoulders were against the wall. It
almost seemed impossible that he could be more punishing, but he
succeeded, driving her almost immediately to her peak again despite
the brief respite and holding her there until she began to weep in
spite of all she could do. He ignored her tears until she began to
beg him to stop.

Finally, he stopped. Coming up on his
knees, he stared at her angrily. “Don’t ever push me away again,”
he said tightly.

Emerald sniffed and shook her head,
but even she wasn’t certain whether she was refusing or agreeing
that she wouldn’t. He seemed to suspect the latter.