Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I

by Stacey St. James

  “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.

  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 h
urt 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.