Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (30 page)

She looked bewildered, but she didn’t
resist when he lifted her hands and placed them on his chest. For
several moments, she didn’t move either. She began to stroke her
hands lightly over his chest as he massaged her breasts, however,
her touch tentative. It still set him on fire to feel her exploring
him, to watch her face become flushed as stroked her breasts, to
see her eyes glaze with pleasure. He brought her face close to his
after a moment, cupping the back of her head and guiding her until
he could breach the distance that separated them and brush his lips
along hers. They parted as he nipped at them with his lips, sucking
lightly at first one and then the other and then both when he’d
settled his mouth more firmly against hers. He captured her breath
and then her taste and then he explored the soft inner surfaces of
her mouth with the certain knowledge that he would feel her nether
mouth surrounding his cock, cupping it as her mouth cupped his
tongue, sucking at it as the muscles worked around it.

The knowledge sent a headier rush
through him, made him impatient when he’d wanted to savor
it.

He’d waited too long to have the
patience for it, touched her too many times without benefit of
relief. He moved from her lips to her throat and back to her face
again to trace his lips over her cheeks. Returning to her lips, he
briefly delved that orifice with a hunger that was rapidly growing
beyond his control, but it was too reminiscent of the hot, moist,
clinging muscles of her channel and not enough to pacify his
ravaging need at the same time.

He explored her throat and lips again
and then moved down to explore her breasts, pulling hungrily at
each nipple and then scooting lower to explore her narrow ribcage
and her belly. He hesitated there, feeling the urge grip him to
suck her clit into his mouth. His throat closed with need and he
yielded to it abruptly, pushing her legs apart and searching
briefly for the little bud. It was swollen with her arousal and
that was enough to make him near mindless. He pulled at it
feverishly for several moments until he felt the tremors running
through her. Sinking a finger into her, he discovered she was wet,
the muscles along her channel already quaking.

He surged over her abruptly, pressing
his cock to her cleft, struggling with the urge to find her opening
with his cock. A flicker of sanity pierced his fevered mind,
though, as he felt her slight frame beneath his. He paused, staring
down at her, struggling to make his mind function and finally moved
off of her, sprawling on his back beside her.

“
Mount me and take me
inside of you,” he gasped hoarsely.

She looked confused, but she struggled
upright. He caught her hips to steady her as she lifted one knee to
move it to the other side of his hips. It wasn’t until he felt the
belt beneath his hands that he realized he hadn’t removed it. He
searched it for the clasp and unfastened it as she settled on his
belly.

She glanced at him sharply when it
fell away. When he’d dropped it on the floor beside the bed, he
caught her hips again and urged her up. Her hands shook when she
clasped his cock. It flickered through his mind that it could as
easily be fear as desire, but he lost all ability to think the
moment she guided his cock to the mouth of her sex and he felt her
flesh pressing against him. He felt as if the breath had been
punched from his lungs when he felt her body close around the head
of his cock. His hands tightened on her hips as she slowly pressed
down, engulfing more and more of his shaft until he thought he
would black out from the intensity of the pleasure. Her slow
descent was maddening. It took every ounce of control he had to
prevent himself from grabbing her and driving her down over
himself. He gritted his teeth when she lifted upward again without
engulfing much more than the head and then she began to descend
again.

He was going to blow his seed and he
hadn’t even achieved full penetration, he thought suddenly.
Releasing his grip on her hips, he reached down to curl his fingers
around the root of his cock, tightly pinching the tube that
channeled his sperm from his balls through his dick to prevent
ejaculation. It was more torture than he’d anticipated. He thought
for several moments that his seed would blow a hole in his
testicles instead.

She distracted him from his torment
when he felt the lips of her sex kiss the top of his fist. It was
all the incentive he needed to let go. He grabbed her hips, driving
deeper. She gasped, began convulsing. Uttering a pained grunt as
the first convulsion hit him, he gripped her tightly, jackknifing
upright the moment the spasm eased, and coiled his arms around her,
lifting her and pressing her down again until the paroxysms tearing
at his guts finally ceased.

Gasping for breath, shuddering, he was
so wrapped up in the glorious aftermath of release that he didn’t
realize she’d fainted until he fell back against the pillow and she
landed limply on top of him. Alarm flickered through him but when
he checked her pulse he could feel it.

Maybe he’d squeezed her too
hard?

A mental search finally produced the
memory of her own convulsions and, more importantly, the sounds of
pleasure. Not death throes then, release.

Relieved, he cuddled her, stroking her
back, and went back to enjoying his release. He’d just recovered
enough to begin considering whether he was up to another round so
soon when he felt something hot and wet hit his chest. It confused
him until he realized Emerald was shaking. He shifted to his side
immediately, dumping her onto the bed and catching her face to tilt
it up for confirmation. His throat closed. “I hurt you?” he asked
gruffly.

She shook her head.

He frowned. “It’s alright to tell
me.”

She sniffed. “You didn’t.”

Relieved but not convinced, he brought
her against his chest. “If I didn’t hurt you why are you
crying?”

He heard her swallow. “It felt so
good.”

His mind went blank for a handful of
seconds. A mixture of amusement, pleasure that she had, and
irritation that she’d scared the shit out of him only because it
had felt good, filled him. It occurred to him abruptly, though,
that he’d deprived her of fulfillment just as he’d felt deprived.
It had felt so good, he’d thought he would pass out. Instead of
either chuckling or dismissing it, though, he tightened his arms
around her briefly and then leaned away to find her lips. She clung
to him when he kissed her. He brushed his lips against her forehead
when he’d broke from her lips. “You were good today,
baby.”

She shuddered, but she nuzzled
closer.

Sighing, Tariq gave up on the idea of
getting more of the same. He couldn’t bring himself to put the gods
damned belt on her again and the ‘reward’ thing sure as fuck wasn’t
going to work if he rewarded her all night like he wanted
to.

He discovered it wasn’t the hardship
he’d feared. He was wiped out from the climax he’d already
had.

Chapter Thirteen

Tariq sent Koryn a deadly look when he
arrived the following morning with breakfast and a scanner. Koryn
missed it since he was completely focused on the scanner. The
minute he set the tray down, he charged across the cabin and rolled
Emerald over to scan her belly.

He looked disappointed
when he returned to the table.
“No results
yet?”
Tariq asked dryly.

“
It didn’t pick up
anything,”
Koryn said with obvious
disgust.

“
Well, gods damn it,
Koryn! I just fucked her last night! It takes the sperm a few hours
to make the gods damned trip!”

“
It’s
been
hours!”
Koryn said pointedly. “
And they
didn’t have much of a trip to take. You cock’s long enough to
deposit the fucking things
in
her womb!”

“
Well it didn’t,”
Tariq said tightly.
“I
might’ve bumped against it a couple of times but if you ask me the
chances are a hell of a lot higher that it shot
past
her womb considering the load I
had. It might take them twice as long to find their way back
down.”

Koryn stared at him for a long moment
and turned to look at Emerald. “Get up Emerald and come stand by
the table.”

“
Go to the bathroom and
freshen up and relieve yourself,” Tariq countered.

She looked from one to the other and
finally stumbled toward the bathroom.

“
Don’t wash the come
off.”

“
Gods! Clean up, Emerald.
Ignore Koryn. He’s being a dick this morning. If it falls out it
sure as fuck isn’t going to climb back in again.”

“
Countermanding orders is
setting a bad precedent,”
Koryn said
tightly.

Tariq narrowed his eyes at
him.
“So don’t give her stupid
orders,”
he snarled.

Fuming, Koryn focused on
his food.
“Do you still plan to spend the
day at the dig?”

Tariq studied him
speculatively.
“I do—most of it
anyway.”

“
What about Emerald’s
sessions?” he asked when Emerald reached the table.

Tariq dragged her onto his lap,
rubbing his fingers caressingly along her cheek. “She’s been a good
girl. I’m not going to punish her when she is.”

Koryn nodded. “I’m heading to my lab,
then. I’ve got a lot of work backed up. Do you want me to check on
her at lunch?”

“
You’ll have to if she
gets fed.”

He got up to leave. “I’ll just leave
the scanner here. I don’t want it found in my lab. I stole it from
the med center.”

Tariq considered telling him to put it
back where he’d found the damned thing, but he was as anxious to
know if his breeding ‘took’ as Koryn was. Well, not quite as
anxious, he thought dryly, but he decided it might arouse less
curiosity if the scanner reappeared when they didn’t need it any
more than for it to appear and disappear every day—or several times
a day.

He wasn’t needed at the dig, but he
didn’t think he could keep his hands to himself if he stayed in his
quarters. He spent most of the day exploring the city and most of
his time either reliving the night before or conjuring images of
what he meant to do that night. When he finally returned to the
ship to eat, the urge to go straight to his quarters was so strong
it made him uneasy.

He’d comforted himself while he was
disciplining Emerald with the thought that he was enduring her
punishment right along beside her. Arousing her aroused him just as
much and although he’d allowed himself some relief, when he hadn’t
her, he hadn’t allowed himself even close to what he’d wanted or
felt he needed. And women didn’t suffer nearly as much from
‘drought’ as men did—at least in general. He knew that for a
fact—either that or he just had a fucking knack for picking out
women who couldn’t have cared less most of the time whether they
had sex or not.

It occurred to him, though, to wonder
just who’d trained who in his little endeavor when he was just as
anxious to get hold of her again as he had been before he
had.

He dismissed it. Wanting was a painful
fact of life for most men—even those who had their own women and
could easily appease their needs—and he hadn’t spent any more time
suffering than he could help. There was no reason to be uneasy
about the fact that Emerald had been on his mind all day or
concerned that he was eager to get back to her. He’d spent weeks
waiting for the time when he could enjoy her and he’d been
thoroughly satisfied by the experience. He’d wanted more the night
before. It only stood to reason that he’d be anxious to get back
when he’d bowed to reason instead of doing exactly what he wanted
to.

When he finished his meal, he headed
to the hold to check out the newest batch of survivors that they’d
rounded up. The group was a good bit smaller than the first—less
than thirty, in fact, and there were more men than women. He
examined the women for quite some time, trying to decide if any of
them appealed to him, and finally decided there was a dark haired
woman that he wouldn’t mind fucking.

Relieved, he left again. He wasn’t
about to waste his seed on the woman—on any of them—when he was
trying to breed Em, but it was a relief that he’d managed to get an
erection from considering one of them as a bedmate.

Well, a semi-erection.

Of course, it had been like that most
of the day, when it wasn’t as hard as a fucking rock and killing
him, but he was convinced enough that it was interest in the woman
to feel a little less uneasy. Discovering it was still early
afternoon when he’d finished looking, he decided to check in on
Koryn’s progress with the clones.

It annoyed him when he discovered
Koryn wasn’t in the lab, but he went in to inspect the clones
anyway. He didn’t spend a lot time inspecting the males, actually.
The females, he discovered, were at that awkward stage between
puberty and adult. He studied them anyway, particularly the faces,
trying to decide if any of them showed any potential for beauty.
Deciding they didn’t, he lost interest.