Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (19 page)

Gasping hoarsely for breath, he
finally stopped. Koryn was slow to react, but he withdrew only
moments behind him. Settling back and rubbing a shaking hand over
his face.

Tariq scooted up the bed eagerly.
“Take me into your mouth,” he said hoarsely, helping her to turn
over when she began struggling.

She hovered over the head of his cock
for a moment, dragged in a deep, shaky breath and opened her mouth
over him. Bliss so intense flooded through Tariq that he thought he
would pass out. He caught her head between his palms, guiding her,
wishing her mouth was bigger. It was almost as frustrating as it
was thrilling to feel her tiny mouth and tongue curled around the
head of his cock—frustrating because he could get little more than
that in the small cavern of her mouth and yet it created sensations
so intense he couldn’t have held back if he’d wanted to. She’d
barely stroked his cock and sucked at him a handful of moments when
he came so explosively he damned near did pass out. Tightening his
hands against her scalp, he struggled to suppress the pained grunts
forced from his lungs each time his testicles contracted to eject
more seed. The suction of her mouth was almost more torment than
pleasure when she’d sucked him until he was dry and yet it took all
he could do to release her and push her away.

He sank toward blissful oblivion when
he’d finally stopped convulsing, only vaguely aware that Koryn had
demanded the same service. With an effort, he gathered himself when
she’d finished and flopped weakly on the bed beside him.

She shuddered and tried to roll away
from him when he settled beside her to begin again. “Don’t move,”
he said through gritted teeth.

She stilled, opening her
eyes to look at him with feverish eyes filled with both pain and
reluctance that evidenced the fact that she wasn’t cowed by a long
shot. He flicked a look at Koryn, meeting his gaze. Koryn struggled
to resume his position on her other side and began plucking at her
nipple. She was so sensitized from their earlier efforts, it didn’t
take more than a few moments to bring her to her peak. Tariq wasn’t
certain whether she held out longer that time before she began to
beg for mercy or if it just felt like because he was as weak as
water. If
felt
like it was longer and because it did, he ignored her
longer.

When he finally decided she’d had
enough, he glanced at Koryn. “Remove your fingers and hold her,” he
said grimly, pushing himself upright to get better leverage and
deeper penetration, he cupped fingers together to make his hand as
small as he could since he couldn’t reach her hymen with his finger
and pushed it into the mouth of her sex. She bucked, trying to
escape Koryn’s hold, and he shoved her thigh beneath his hip, using
his weight to hold her still as he pressed slowly deeper until he
felt her hymen. Withdrawing slowly and pushing in again several
times, he waited until she seemed to catch her breath and broke
through in one, swift motion. She cried out, bucking against him.
He stilled until she’d ceased struggling and then slowly
withdrew.

She went limp when he’d
withdrawn.

He glanced at her pale face worriedly,
feeling the blood drain from own face as the fear abruptly smote
him that he’d badly miscalculated.

“
She fainted,” Koryn
announced grimly when he’d checked her.

Tariq stared at the blood
on his fingers a little sickly and felt a sudden surge of rage,
which he directed at Koryn. “
It’s a damned
good thing you thought to make easier on her!”
he growled angrily.

“
You think your cock
would’ve been better?”
Koryn growled
back.
“It’s as big as your
hand!”

Tariq cupped his fingers
together as he had and compared the two. It was close, granted, but
his cock was the smaller of the two.
“My
cock doesn’t have fucking bones in it!”
he
growled, flinging himself from the bed and stalking into the
bathroom to wash his hand, wondering as he did why the fuck Koryn’s
suggestion had sounded the least bit rational.

Because neither of
them
was
where
Emerald was concerned?

“
She was as ready as she
was ever going to be,”
Koryn growled,
having followed Tariq.

Tariq whirled on him
angrily.
“You wanted me to hurt so that
she’d hate me!”
he snarled.
“And I was stupid enough to fall for
it!”

“
You were fucking
determined to be her first! You think she would’ve been less
inclined if you’d punctured her with that fucking pole of yours?
It’s done. It had to be done, one way or another, before you could
breed her.”

Tariq ran a shaking hand
over his face, struggling with the urge to choke the life out of
Koryn. The comment gave him pause, however, a moment to consider
that he was far angrier with himself than he was Koryn. He couldn’t
kick his own ass, though!
“I should’ve
sent her to Merrick and had him do it with some sort of medical
instrument,”
he muttered.

“
So she’d hate him
instead?”

“
I don’t give a fuck if
she hates him!”
Tariq snarled.

“
She’s a slave, Tariq! Why
the fuck do you care if she hates you?”

Tariq punched him, slugging him so
hard Koryn staggered out of the door and slammed into the
wall.

Uttering a snarl of rage, Koryn
righted himself and surged forward, catching Tariq on the jaw with
his fist before he could duck. They’d just grabbed one another by
the throat when a sound from the other room distracted both of
them. They tensed, hesitated, and then released each other abruptly
and moved to the door to look toward the bed.

Emerald had curled into a tight ball
and Tariq had the uneasy feeling that she was crying. The urge to
leave instantly smote him. Even as Koryn shoved past him and strode
purposefully to retrieve his uniform, however, it occurred to him
that beating a retreat, now, might deprive him of whatever chance
he might have to mend things. Swallowing a little convulsively, he
approached the bed, braced himself and settled on it, dragging
Emerald onto his lap. To his relief, she slipped an arm around his
waist and curled against him. Feeling his chest tighten with some
unnamed emotion that was dimly related to relief, he enfolded her
in his arms, holding her tightly.

She sniffed. “I think there’s
something wrong with me,” she muttered.

Tariq felt his heart sink. A wave of
both dizziness and nausea swept through him. “Wrong?” he echoed
hoarsely, trying to remember if he’d noticed a lot of blood. There
hadn’t been much on his fingers, but he’d withdrawn his hand. Maybe
he’d punctured something besides the hymen, he thought in sudden
horror?

Emerald sniffed again. “I think I
came,” she wailed, “and it hurt so much worse than the first
time!”

It took Tariq a few moments to
actually assimilate that statement. Mixed emotions pelted him from
nearly every direction even when he did decide he’d heard her
correctly. An avalanche of relief mixed with a dash of amusement,
irritation, remorse and then more anger. She’d scared the living
hell out of him and she’d fainted because she’d come?

How
had she come, he wondered blankly, realizing abruptly that
she was still wearing the belt?

He struggled for several moments to
decide how to respond. One thing stood out in his mind, though, as
paramount in importance. He struggled with it, knowing that what he
wanted to say would be completely unacceptable to anyone he knew
and would probably shock them to the core. “I didn’t mean to hurt
you,” he managed to say stiffly.

She lifted her head and
stared at him. “You used your
hand
and you didn’t mean to hurt me?”

He felt his face heat. “It had to go,”
he growled. “I thought my hand was smaller.” He studied her face.
“I couldn’t reach it with my gods damned fingers!”

Emerald bit her lip and
burrowed her face against his chest, struggling with the wild urge
to laugh at his expression—a mixture of remorse, resentment because
he felt it, no doubt, and wariness. Beyond that, it was such
a
man
thing to
think of! If anything didn’t fit that they thought should, they
would get a sledge hammer and drive it in!

It had hurt like hell, though. She
sighed, realizing that she couldn’t recall that it had hurt any
less at all the first time she’d lost her virginity—in her other
life. In fact, it seemed to her it had actually hurt worse the
first time, now that she thought about it. She’d been bone dry from
nerves and he’d either thought it would be less painful to tear it
slowly or he’d had to work harder to punch through it. Either way,
it hadn’t been a jolting stab of pain. It had burned on and on
until she’d begun clawing at him to get him off of her.

She was almost more
disturbed that she’d come, or thought she had. Aside from the
inhibitor she was wearing that should’ve prevented it, it had
almost seemed like the pain had set it off and that was what really
worried her. Maybe it was only that it hadn’t
prevented
her from coming,
though?

He cupped her face with one hand after
a moment, using his thumb to nudge her chin upward. After studying
her expression, he lowered his head slowly and brushed his lips
along hers. She licked her lips automatically, tasting him on them
and feeling a warming tide roll through her. She lifted her lips
for more. He released a ragged breath and covered her mouth,
sucking at her lips hungrily and then spearing his tongue into her
mouth and raking it along hers.

His arms tightened around her, lifting
her higher when she stroked her own tongue against his in return.
He coaxed her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it greedily and
then followed its retreat. When she sucked on his tongue in return,
a shudder raked through him. He kissed her more feverishly,
shifting his hold on her to run a shaking hand over her, squeezing
her buttocks and at the same time pressing her more tightly against
him.

He seemed reluctant to stop once he’d
started, but finally, with one last brush of his lips, he lifted
his head. He held her gaze for a long moment. She saw his Adam’s
apple bob as he swallowed.

He looked away. “I have to go,” he
said, his voice sounding strange.

Emerald looked at him curiously when
he abruptly set her aside, but when he got up, she merely curled on
the bed again, dragging the covers over her.

She’d thought Koryn had already left,
but she heard Tariq say something to him as he dressed and then the
two of them left together.

She didn’t want to think about it—or
anything. She’d been through days and days of pure hell and now,
finally, she felt relief. She didn’t know if she actually had
achieved orgasm in spite of the inhibitor or if her body had simply
reached maximum overload and shut down briefly. She didn’t care
either. She was exhausted and, for the first time in a while, she
didn’t feel as if her humming body was going to drive her up the
wall.

* * * *

The male Merrick had told him about
was crouched in one corner of the room, gnawing on his fingernails
when Tariq entered. He looked at Tariq as if he was a monster,
turned pale, his eyes widening to the size of saucers, and surged
to his feet.

“
You had something to
say?” Tariq asked, sprawling in the chair that had been set in the
room for him and studying the male with thinly disguised
revulsion.

“
You’re … you’re the
lord?”

“
I am.”

The male swallowed convulsively
several times. “I’m Pete, Lord. I know stuff. I don’t want to go no
other world.”

Tariq’s lips curled, but he felt
little amusement. “Lord Tariq. They did tell you that I don’t
barter, yes?”

Pete went back to gnawing his
fingernails. “But I got somethin’ for you.”

“
That remains to be seen,”
Tariq said dryly. “In any case, staying here isn’t an option for
you. You should count yourself lucky that we found you. You look
half starved. Food is something you won’t have to worry about
anymore—in fact anything. You’ll be a breeder for the Anunnaki
women. All you have to do is fuck … productively.”

Pete gaped at him. “What’s that mean?
Productive?”

“
It means you’ll be
expected to impreg … get the women pregnant. If you can’t do that,
then you may have problems, but our tests indicate that you should
be a good breeder.”

The man gaped at him for several
moments and then puffed out his chest, grinning broadly. “Hate to
brag, but I am good. I can look at a woman hard and get her knocked
up.”

Tariq resisted the urge to roll his
eyes, smiling tightly instead. “Now … the information
…?”

The man frowned. “Who am I gonna be
fuckin’?”

Tariq heaved an irritated breath. “The
Anunnaki women.”

The man looked him up and down. “How
come you cain’t do it? Shootin’ blanks?”