Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (18 page)

Emerald, he saw when he headed toward
his chair, had bundled herself in the remains of the sheet to hide
her crude toga.

Admission of guilt, he thought
angrily, settling in his chair and taking a sip of the disgusting
concoction he’d gotten for himself before he fixed her with a hard
look. “Stand up,” he said evenly.

She hesitated a fraction too long and
finally stood, carrying the sheet with her.

His lips tightened. “Drop the
sheet.”

Koryn arrived at that moment,
fortunately for him since it allowed Tariq the opportunity to
discover that Koryn was as ignorant of the toga as he had been. The
blank look on his face was testament to that even if not for the
comment that followed. “What the hell is that?”

Tariq returned his attention to
Emerald. “Apparently it escaped the child’s understanding that she
wasn’t given clothing because she wasn’t allowed them.”

Emerald’s face paled and then
reddened. “I wasn’t?” she echoed with just enough surprise that it
was almost convincing.

Almost.

Koryn advanced toward them
after a brief hesitation and set the tray he was carrying on the
table.
“I didn’t expect you. I only
brought enough for two.”

Tariq waved that off and responded in
English. “I’m not hungry … for food. Come here, Em and sit in my
lap.”

She eyed him warily, but moved toward
him.

“
I think you’re forgetting
something,” he said, stopping her when she would’ve settled on his
lap.

She studied him for a moment and
reached to untie the knot at her shoulder, allowing the toga to
drop to the floor. He held out his hands, grasping her waist when
she moved to him and settling her on his lap with her back against
his chest. She’d twisted at the waist, placing both legs together
on one side of his. He slipped a hand beneath her left leg and
moved it over his, pushing her legs apart by splaying his own. She
tensed and then forced herself to relax.

Koryn took the chair Emerald had
vacated and scooted it closer to the table, removing the cover from
the tray and sorting the food. “You decided to sit in on our
session?” he asked in a conversational tone that didn’t entirely
mask his anger.

“
I thought I would,” Tariq
agreed. “Emerald hasn’t been responding as I’d hoped. I thought we
might … intensify the training a bit and see if that was
beneficial.”

“
Good point,” Koryn
agreed, focusing on his food. “How are we going to work
this?”

Noticing that Emerald hadn’t made any
attempt to eat her own meal, Tariq studied it a moment and finally
chose something for her, holding it to her lips until she took it
into her mouth. When she took it, he stroked a hand down her belly
and parted the lips of her sex with his fingers, carefully
separating the folds and examining each by touch. “I haven’t
entirely decided yet,” he murmured, lifting his other hand to
massage one breast. “Suggestions?”

Koryn’s eyes gleamed as he narrowed
them on Emerald’s face. “Well, she’s not much more than a morsel.
Still, I think with a little effort we could come up with a
position that would allow us both to discipline her at the same
time. Or, we could take turns—either or both, really. Do you want
to extend the session? I generally limit it to two hours, sometimes
less—depending, of course on how she behaves.”

Tariq left off pinching her nipples to
pick up another bite of food and offer it to her. “Hmm. I usually
go for two myself. So, you’re thinking four since there’s the two
of us?”

“
I think we could easily
manage that if we rotate.”

“
There’s the dilemma.
Would it be more effective to discipline her severely for two or
less intensely for four?”

Koryn shrugged. “When she’s
particularly rebellious, I try to achieve maximum intensity as soon
as possible and keep it there for most of the session. It doesn’t
seem very effective to merely stimulate her. She doesn’t really
feel it until she’s reached orgasmic level and unable to achieve
it. It’s wearing. I think, given her lack of response and the toga
thing, we should consider a four hour intense session since we’re
both here.”

Emerald choked and began coughing.
Tariq waited until she’d caught her breath and offered her a drink.
“I didn’t know,” she said shakily when she handed the glass back.
“I just thought there wasn’t anything available for me to
wear.”

Tariq studied her for a long moment
and exchanged a look with Koryn. Koryn shrugged. “Four it
is.”

Emerald turned her face away when he
offered her another bite. It hardly seemed to matter whether she
refused or not given the discussion and her stomach had knotted the
moment they began it until it had taken an effort to swallow what
she had.

“
Finished already?” Tariq
asked pleasantly. “Just as well. I have business to take care of.
The sooner we get started the better.” He glanced at Koryn when
he’d set Emerald off his lap. “You should cover it. She might be
hungry later. Run along to the bed, child, and wait for
us.”

Koryn settled back in his
chair.
“Why did you really
come?”

Tariq considered for a
moment but they’d been friends a long time.
“For the reasons I already outlined and also because I’m in
need of a little relief,”
he said
dryly.
“I didn’t want to give her the
impression that it bothered me as much as it does her so I haven’t
required her to give me release—and I’ve reached my limit. I can’t
keep my fucking mind on what I need to do.”

“
You’re having that
problem, too?”
Koryn asked with a mixture
of amusement and disgust.
“You aren’t
seriously considering four hours?”

Tariq grimaced.
“
To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I
could handle four. I’m completely serious that we need to try
something a little harsher. It almost seems as if she’s becoming
more rebellious rather than less.”

“
You noticed that,
too?”
Koryn was silent for several
moments.
“I’ll admit this is wearing the
shit out of me. I propose we have her bring both of us off early on
so we aren’t as distracted and can focus better. Then we keep it
intense until she begs for mercy.”

“
That hasn’t seemed to
have much effect,”
Tariq said
dryly.
“I never stop anymore until she
does.”

“
So maybe that’s the
problem?”
Koryn said thoughtfully.
“She realizes that we’ll stop as soon as she
does?”

“
You may be right,”
Tariq agreed after a few moments thought.
“If we’re going to try that, though, I think we
should hold off as long as we can. Otherwise we’re liable to be too
anxious ourselves to keep going long enough to convince
her.”

Koryn blew out a harsh
breath.
“Alright,”
he said a little doubtfully,
“but I
don’t know how long I’ll manage to hold out. I pretty much feel the
same way you do and I haven’t gotten off in days. Do we work
together or rotate?”

“
We may have to mix it up
to manage this,”
Tariq said dryly.
“Let’s start together and see if we can achieve
our goal a little more quickly that way.”

Koryn nodded and bent over to remove
his boots.

Tariq removed his own. He discovered
when he straightened that Emerald was watching the two of them with
wide, frightened eyes and he felt his belly clench with reluctance.
He thrust it away, disgusted with himself. If she was half as
frightened as she pretended to be she wouldn’t continue to provoke
them. He discovered he wasn’t unaffected despite the determination
to ignore it, however. As much as his balls ached for release, he
was only semi-erect when he reached the bed and stared down her,
trying to focus on positioning rather than the look in her
eyes.

He glanced at Koryn
ruefully.
“What did we decide?”

Koryn’s lips
twitched.
“Intense …. When she begs for
mercy, we make her bring us off and then begin again.”

Tariq frowned. He didn’t
recall that they’d decided just that way, but it took little
reflection to realize that was most likely to work.
“You get between her and the wall. I’ll take this
side.”

Koryn climbed over her and settled.
Propping himself up on one arm, he dragged her closer to give Tariq
more room and lifted the leg nearest to him, draping it across his
thighs. After considering it a moment, he pulled it higher. Tariq
looked her over and then picked up a pillow. When he’d settled,
mirroring Koryn’s position, he shoved the pillow beneath Emerald’s
hips to lift them higher and draped her other leg over his
hips.

Emerald was staring at the
ceiling when he glanced at her face. It hardened his resolve. He
knew what she was doing—trying to block them out. It wouldn’t do
her any good but it annoyed him that she
tried
to ignore him just the same.
Focusing on the breast closest to him, he began stroking her to
bring the blood rushing to her most sensitive areas.

“
There’s one thing that
concerns me,”
Koryn murmured quietly after
a few moments.

Tariq sent him a questioning
look.

“
In her mind she may have
known many men and she admitted that she’d born a child, but this
body has never known any man.”

“
It did occur to
me,”
Tariq said.

“
Did it also occur to you
that
we
aren’t
human? I’m not familiar enough with the breed to know if she’s tiny
for a human or just tiny to me because I’m used to our women, but
she has a tight passage to accommodate anyone our size.”

Tariq’s cock tightened at
the thought.
“And?”

“
If you expect to wedge
that thing of yours in her in the near future—and I know you do—it
might not be a bad idea to go ahead and break the hymen and help
her get accustomed to something a little bigger than my
finger
,” he retorted dryly.

Reluctance flickered
through Tariq. Taking her for the first time was one of the things
he’d looked forward to, but he realized almost immediately that
Koryn was right. There was no telling what kind of damage,
physically and/or psychologically, that he might do trying that. He
realized he didn’t want to risk that despite his disappointment in
considering it.
“You’re right. It would be
better for her to help her muscles grow accustomed to accommodating
something a good deal bigger than she’s used to.

“
Two fingers then. When
she’s wet enough, we’ll push it with four.”

“
I’ll break her hymen when
I decide the time is right for it. It won’t hurt her as much if
she’s thoroughly aroused.”

Koryn nodded absently, studying the
nipple he’d been teasing and trying to decide if it was sensitive
enough to begin. He’d been distracted enough by the discussion to
be uncertain, however, and he decided to pluck at it a little
longer just to be sure.

When Tariq ceased to pinch her nipple
and slipped a hand down her belly to part the petals of her sex and
stroke her cleft, he reached lower, as well, and began to pluck at
her clit, leaning down at the same time to take her nipple into his
mouth.

Tariq followed him and they each
caught a nipple almost in the same moment. He felt a jolt go
through her and satisfaction flickered through him. She was well
primed, he discovered the moment he pushed his finger inside of
her, already wet and the walls of her sex fluttered around his
finger as he pushed deeply and slowly withdrew. She was nearing her
peak already. He quickened his pace to carry her to the top and
then shoved a second finger inside of her and began a pounding
thrust. She shuddered and jerked beneath them as if an electric
current was running through her. He slowed his plunging thrusts
when he felt Koryn’s knuckles brush his and then stopped, waiting
for Koryn to work his two fingers into her and then beginning
again, slowly at first and then more quickly as they caught each
other’s rhythm.

He released Emerald’s nipple and
lifted his head to study her face after a moment. She was gasping
for breath, her fingers fisted tightly in the pillow beneath her
head. Satisfied, he lowered his head to catch her nipple in his
mouth again and began pulling on it with more vigor, partly to push
her to the edge of endurance and partly because he couldn’t help
himself. He was rapidly nearing the limits of his own
endurance.

He was so focused on trying to ignore
his own needs and the burn in his arm from driving into her that it
was a while before it penetrated his mind that Emerald was
whimpering. When it finally did, he increased his efforts, driving
harder and faster and pulling on her nipple more fiercely until she
began to beg them to stop. Instead of stopping as he usually did
when she reached that point, he began driving into her at a
pounding pace and kept going until she was sobbing.