The Pet Project: Unnatural Selection--a Kept In Alien Captivity Romance

by Amanda Milo

  He is so getting his knob enthusiastically polished later.

  Even as I’m thinking this, my eyes dart over to Kory’s cage—and our eyes lock.

  He’s got his chin raised above a roof bar, his arms curled as his gaze hits mine—and then he sees what’s happening to me.

  He watches me come.

  He hangs there, stunned for a second before he falls off the side of his cage.

  Luckily, the grass is lush and pads his drop, and the girls are startled and completely absorbed in that commotion, so they’re none the wiser about what Tranq and I were doing.

  Avox is grinning and he throws us a knowing look. It’s nice to see that he’s not jealous—no, this just made his day. He finishes his last pull-up, throwing me a wink.

  CHAPTER 12

  Quinn and Molly are with Tranq, and Ava is with Avox. The girls have been raised by both men, and my mates love all my girls, whether they sired them or not. They play with each of them the same, not showing favoritism for their genetic contributions. Today the girls are wrestling with their dads and learning to throw balled-up socks that Keeper deemed too small or too worn to be used for the coming winter months. Sock wars keep the girls’ attention for hours.

  Watching Tranq and Avox freely interact with our children seems to make Kory morose and sad. I wonder if he’s thinking of his own babies, whom he never gets to keep. The thought breaks my heart.

  When Keeper returns in the evening, he lets Tranq out with the girls, letting them play. Rather than simply running the garden like they usually would, the girls rush to crowd around Kory’s new cage.

  Outwardly, Tranq appears unworried about this, but I’m glad to see that he moves close to them.

  Kory can’t seem to help himself from being mean to my poor, sweet mate. “Look at her other match.” Kory tips his chin to indicate a pacing Avox, whose eyes are glued to Kory’s proximity to the babies. “His instincts tell him it isn’t safe to let his offspring wander to a rival male’s pen. But you, you poor dog, look like you don’t have a care in the world. Every scrap of aggression has been bred out of you, hasn’t it? If I reached through the bars right now, I could snap their necks.”

  To everyone’s shock, Tranq’s arm shoots through the bars, and he grabs Kory’s neck. He drags him close, but his voice carries perfectly. “Don’t mistake my lack of aggression for a lack of protectiveness.” His fist tightens where he grips Kory’s throat, making the caught male thrash. Tranq’s easy expression never changes. “And next time you call me a dog, consider that a dog doesn’t have to get angry to kill his next meal. I could crush your throat and gut you where you stand without raising my heart rate.”

  And with that, Tranq opens his hand, letting Kory fall to the ground.

  The girls are startled and beginning to get scared, now that they see the males are not playing. Molly begins to make a small worried wail.

  Before the sound can intensify to a full-blown cry though, Tranq kneels and catches all three of them in one of his easy, loving hugs. “Hey ladies. I saw that Keeper added fish to the fountain. Do you want to go watch them?”

  Their fear vanishes as they race to see the fish.

  Kory stands, his hand still at his throat—but he keeps his mouth shut as Tranq gives him one last long look before he follows our girls.

  CHAPTER 13

  Keeper hasn’t been bathing the girls every day, on account of it taking longer in the fountain than it does in the house. Today is a bath day, and we’re back in the fountain—with earplugs again for Quinn, which seem to be working well. She hasn’t had an earache since.

  What I don’t like is that the fountain is much closer to Kory than it was before. I keep my back to him as I wrangle my daughters, and with Keeper’s help, get them washed.

  The girls are distracted today, wanting to play more than get clean, but Keeper doesn’t get angry or short with them. As always, he bribes with treats and gives rewards to reinforce good behaviors.

  Ava whistles at him, making his face light up. She said the word fish.

  The fish fountain is further down the path, and Keeper checks his wrist device, grimacing. He whistles back to her, “I promise we’ll see them first thing this evening. Let’s get you back to your enclosure—”

  Molly hops out of the waterfall basin and begins racing for the fish fountain.

  I’m about to go after her but Keeper catches my hand to stop me. He patiently calls her name, which she ignores, but then he whistles the word “Treat!”—and this word is the golden word of recall.

  Molly whirls around and runs for him.

  “Little fool,” I hear Kory mutter sadly. “Now he’ll beat you.”

  I don’t say anything, because my own mother would have given me a spanking. My home-keeper preferred that the humans do the disciplining of the children.

  Keeper glances at Kory, maybe wondering what he said, but then he smiles for Molly, praising her, and he gives her a treat.

  As she’s eating it, Keeper takes her chin and raises her face so that she’s meeting his eyes. She may not understand all of his whistles, but she gets the gist as she’s made to meet his stern stare: ‘When I call your name, you COME to me, all right?’

  Keeper waits a moment, watching her face grow chagrined, properly apologetic. When it’s clear his lesson has been heard, he releases her face and pets her hair gently.

  Kory stares at the pair in consternation.

  His head jerks back the minutest inch when Keeper turns and looks right at him.

  Kory studies Keeper before giving him his back and moving to the far side of his pen, staring off into the distance, at something in the garden none of us can see.

  Keeper stays long enough to brush and braid the girls’ hair with me. He always stays for this, even when his wrist device beeps at him. He looks somewhat exasperated at the way the girls dance around him today, turning everything into a silly game rather than holding still properly, but at the same time, Keeper is obviously loving the fact that he has the girls to tend to. He snuggles them after, then turns his attention to me. He loves to be the one to brush and style my hair, just as my home-keeper did for me, for my mother, for the males he kept too. Grooming us is part of the appeal of raising humans, I guess. Which is good, because Avox and Tranq grow some gnarly face bristle, and I love rubbing up on them right after Keeper face-grooms them.

  Today, Keeper also takes the time to meticulously remove Kory’s face bristle.

  And rather than avoiding the shaver or baring his teeth at Keeper, for the first time Kory stands nicely, and Keeper is very pleased. He doles out a last round of treats and leaves for work in a rush.

  ***

  Hours later, I’m not surprised at all when, as the girls drop to sleep after watching the fish with Keeper until near-dark, Keeper beckons me to follow him to the medical building. His internal exam is brief but must be promising. I find myself being led to Kory’s cage.

  Before I go in, Keeper takes my chin, his eyes searching both of mine. He busses his mouth feelers over my hair, making me shudder, something that always seems to puzzle him when I can’t squelch the reaction. For him, this is obviously affection, and he knows I like his other ways of displaying affection. Giving me a bemused smile, he sends me inside the cage.

  My warm feelings die when I walk in. Kory is watching me warily.

  I keep my dress on as I get down on my hands and knees. I don’t want a face-to-face breeding.

  Kory’s exhale isn’t loud, but I hear it. I very stoically stare between my planted hands.

  He’s hot as he moves over my back, his hands softly skating over my sides.

  His nose nudges my hair, and he nuzzles my neck (which I like), and he whispers, “I’m sorry. I was an ass. I shouldn’t have said what I did, shouldn’t have attacked you. I’m sorry. Will you let me make it up to you?”

  He waits, and finally, I glance over my shoulder, coming face to face with him.

  His eyes are impossibly green
.

  He could have serviced me without any attention to me at all, but he’s offering to make it enjoyable.

  I nod.

  He eats me out.

  Twice.

  I’m a shaking puddle of need by the time he’s done, so swollen and ready that I’m not feeling conflicted about how badly I want him to mount me.

  He grabs my hips and begins stuffing me full of his engorged penis.

  His fat crown nudges in for a deliciously slow entry that feels so good my forehead drops to the tops of my hands.

  The friction as he glides out is just as jaw-dropping.

  Pumping faster, he begins to ride me, his grip on my shoulders bruising in the best way, his hands chasing down my sides, fighting with my dress to fondle my breasts before latching onto my hips and waist. I can feel his culmination coming, his balls feeling tighter as they slap against me, his thrusts more frenzied.

  But just before he spills, Kory growls… and pulls out.

  Rather than seed me—rather than even spending on me, he spills on the ground.

  Keeper’s whirring whistle of dismay cannot be missed.

  I jump when Kory’s fingers bump me between my legs. To my shock, he finishes me off a third time.

  It feels weird not to have cum dripping down my legs after a male pulls out of me. I still feel sloppy wet, but it’s just my own excitement, and it isn’t as sticky. I should be glad, but perhaps only because I know what the lack represents, it also somehow leaves me feeling… empty.

  Kory gets to his feet behind me, and maybe I’m in some sort of sex shock because I don’t move. I just stay on my hands and knees, processing.

  Kory returns and covers me with the blanket from his pallet.

  This startles me. And when he gets under the blanket with me, tugs my dress back up over my breasts and holds me, I’m stunned.

  “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?” he whispers to the back of my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you and taste you and talk to you.”

  I lie still in his arms, thinking. You wanted me?

  “You know why I don’t?” he asks, nuzzling into my hair, nosing it aside, kissing my nape. “Once they have what they want from me, they’ll take me away. And I like it here. I like you. I like your family, even your asshole mates. I know your alien won’t keep me, but for now, he needs me and he won’t sell me as long as he has hope that you’ll get pregnant.”

  His logic is heartbreaking.

  I think—I hope—he’s also underestimating our Keeper. Rather than telling him so, I turn in his arms, tucking my chin over the strong muscle of his shoulder, and wrapping my arm under his arm, clutching his back.

  I mean to comfort him, but soon, we’re kissing and I’m taking advantage of having my hands on him when he isn’t being mean or hateful, and he has a beautifully muscled body.

  When he fits himself inside me this time, sex is slower, and because we’re facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes, it becomes more emotional, much more.

  Against my lips, he breathes, “I’m glad I was taken to this place. I’ve never been happier in my life than I am here with you.” He punctuates his next words with the gentlest, sweetest kiss as his fingers tease between my legs, making me come apart in his arms. “I like you, Theresa.”

  And he pulls out again.

  CHAPTER 14

  I’m not pregnant. Keeper has had me visiting Kory nightly for weeks (and sometimes when the girls are napping, if I’m not making up time with Tranq and Avox) and Keeper gave up on examining me post-breeding because Kory consistently—and with surprising effectiveness—withdraws.

  Every. Single. Time.

  I’ve had my bleeding once, and Keeper offered me the chance out with almost a despairing air, as if he felt it was futile to let me be bred during that window of time, but was letting me have trysts with the one male allowed to cover me anyway.

  It’s been nearly two weeks since then. The sexual encounters between Kory and I have become… lovemaking. Kory has never had a keeper so patient with his refusal to complete a breeding, and he appreciates it. He shared that well before this time, he’d be beaten and force-bred to a female, strapped down on his back with the terrified female ordered to ride him.

  Rather than do that, Keeper let us grow close naturally, and we have.

  But Kory isn’t relenting. It isn’t only that he wants to stay with me. It isn’t only the fact that once his service is performed, his term will end. He’s adamant that he does not want to father children who will have the life he’s had… or worse.

  He doesn’t know it yet, but our Keeper is infinitely patient. He has much kinder ways of getting exactly what he wants.

  Tonight, rather than simply leading me to Kory’s pen, Keeper dresses me in a colorful, revealing outfit that I’d find ridiculous, but I can tell by Kory’s pacing and rising loincloth that it’s also apparently alluring.

  Then Keeper calls out Tranq.

  Kory stops dead.

  Tranq isn’t one to question Keeper’s orders, and although he gives Kory a wince—he doesn’t let Keeper change his mind. He’s out and wrapped around me the moment Keeper unlocks his door.

  Keeper lets us reunite for exactly the length of time it takes before Tranq’s hands start roaming my body.

  Tranq is chained to the outside of his cage, his line extending all the way to Kory’s pen.

  Kory glares at him—then he transfers his glare (rightly) to Keeper.

  Tranq is handed a stretchable sleeve, and we’re instructed to fit this contraption over his penis. To manage this, I’m instructed to excite him to full hardness so that he can be sheathed.

  I pinch the odd thing we’re to use between us. “I’ve heard of something like this… Do you think this was what the Elders used to call ‘condoms?’”

  Tranq nods. “He’s using me as a teaser,” he marvels, his hand straying to play with my nipples as I kneel between his feet, my gaze lowering to his thickening shaft. “He wants the new guy to go nuts watching you take another male.”

  I bite my lip, hating that I feel my loyalties straining. But these are all my males, and Tranq has been mine from the very first of them.

  “It’s fine, Theresa,” Kory says tightly, relieving me of my guilt with a genuine grant of permission, despite his unhappiness at Keeper parking Tranq and I so close he can’t avoid the show.

  “Eh, it’s not so bad,” Avox calls to Kory, surprising everyone. “It’s still great material to jerk to.”

  “Thanks,” Kory says flatly.

  Tranq’s hands smooth over my shoulders, digging into the muscles until I’m no longer tense. “Ignore them,” he whispers to me. “They’ll be fine. In the meantime, let’s have the filthiest playtime they’ve ever seen.”

  I raise a brow at this. “I don’t think we can top Avox.”

  Tranq’s smile is without any jealousy whatsoever. “Fair enough. Then let’s have fun being filthier than we’ve ever been before.”

  I gaze up at him, thinking he’s really, really sweet. “I’d like to have this be fun.”

  He bends down and nudges my nose with his before planting a kiss on my lips. “Then darlin’, let’s do this.”

  I gather my hair behind my shoulders, and Tranq helps me by fisting it into a tail, holding it out of my face as I move in to kiss and hug the head of his penis with my mouth. He gives a long groan as I suck him hard enough to hollow my cheeks.

  I pull back, and we attempt to fit the condom-like item… but Tranq deflates.

  “Hang on,” I tell him, and start again.

  The cycle repeats twice more.

  “This is singularly uncomfortable,” he murmurs, voice a little ragged.

  I pop off.

  “Not you,” Tranq groans, his hand cupping the back of my head more firmly—not shoving me at his penis, but very gently guiding me to please stay near.

  His manners, even in the middle of his passion, make me smile.

  “Fuck,”
Tranq utters, shocking me with a rare curse. “Theresa, please.”

  I suck his tip into my mouth, widening my jaws, keeping my lips over my teeth as I work the underside of his crown with my tongue again, stroking up his heated length with my fist, bracing my other hand on his twitching thigh.

  “More,” he pleads. “Take it all, sweetheart. You’re perfect at this.”

  Early into matehood, Tranq taught me to deep throat him. It’s easiest when we’re in a sleeping box together and I can lie back on a pallet, but we’ve done lots of experimenting—and a whole lot of visiting through the fence. I can take him while I’m down on my knees like this. Gazing up the length of his hard body into his sex-maddened eyes, his need for me plain all over his face and in every one of his tense muscles, I decide I’m going to very much enjoy getting him hard enough to stay hard enough even through a sheathing.

  Telling myself that I have no reason to feel self-conscious as I perform this act, I try my best to focus on Tranq alone as I lick along his shaft, lubricating it enough to take down my throat.

  Tranq’s fingers slide into my hair and he begins to thrust into my mouth, over my tongue and past my swallowing reflex. “Oh, that’s a good girl,” he declares, his voice rough as he holds my head in place for his use. “Damn, you’re incredible at this.”

  I gaze up at him, meeting his eyes and smiling as much as I’m able to around his fat cock.

  He makes a sound that’s nearly a growl and pumps his hips faster.

  Before there’s too much danger of him spilling in excitement, Keeper catches me in a light hold at the back of my delicate collar. Knowing this is my cue to get Tranq’s penis out of my throat, I move to extricate him, which makes him moan my name, his big body nearly trembling as he stands above me.

  Keeper hands him the sleeve, motioning for him to fit himself.

  Tranq does, and success! He stays wonderfully rock hard as he covers his member.

  Heaving a relieved breath, Tranq eagerly maneuvers me onto all fours, hulking over me. “Shoulders down, sweetheart,” he orders, and when he brings my hips up where he wants them, with my back at an arch that makes the spot between my legs sing, he angles himself in.