Alien Conquest

by Honey Phillips

  “They are mating bracelets. They indicate that I have claimed you as my L’chka for all the world to see. I should have presented these to you as soon as you accepted my claim.”

  Her eyes filled with water.

  “Do not be sad, little one. That I did not give them to you before is not a sign of my lack of regard, but rather the extremity of the circumstances.”

  “I’m not sad. These are happy tears. Will you put them on me?”

  “Once they are on, they may never be removed, just as I will never let you go.”

  “Good.” She held out her wrists.

  His hands almost trembled as he fastened them in place, then ran his claws across the latch that fused the metal together permanently. His hearts pounded as he took in the sight of his beautiful L’chka, naked except for his bracelets. The desire that he had tried to ignore could no longer be contained. With a growl, he leaned forward and took her mouth, relishing the delicious succulence that truly belonged to him at last. She panted against him, twisting her body to rub her hardened nipples against his chest as her passion rose to meet his. He moved her further up the bed, careful to keep his weight off her stomach, so he could meet the demands of those impudent nubs. As he sucked one taut peak into his mouth, she cried out and bucked beneath him, frantically pushing her breast against his mouth. He sucked harder and felt a drop of sweetness hit his tongue. Startled he raised his head and saw the small white drops that clung to each distended nipple.

  His cock throbbed so hard that he was afraid he would disgrace himself. Circling it with one fist, he clenched down as he returned to suck up more of the delicious substance, switching from one breast to the other until both nipples were puffy and red. Each time he tried to force himself to draw away, M’lee protested and pulled him back to her breast until at last, he felt her body shudder and convulse beneath him.

  He raised his head and watched as her eyes slowly opened, her face still flushed from the force of her orgasm.

  “It’s never felt like that before,” she murmured.

  “You are in milk.” She jerked as he swiped up another droplet with his finger. Her eyes widened as he rubbed it across her mouth and her tongue came out to taste it.

  “Isn’t it too soon?”

  “Never.” Before he gave in to the temptation to drink more from her, he took her hands in his. “There is another aspect to the mating bracelets that I shall find most useful.” Pressing her wrists together, he activated the hidden switch that would keep the bracelets locked together.

  “What did you do?” She tried to pull her wrists apart, but they didn’t move.

  “I have restrained you for my pleasure.” Her eyes dilated and he felt the way her hips flexed beneath him. “And for yours.”

  “I’m not sure about this.” Her breath came rapidly but he saw no fear on her face.

  “I am.” He spread her legs so he could see her swollen folds. “And this wet little cunt confirms it.”

  Reaching up, he drew her cuffed hands over her head and linked them to the wall. The position caused her back to arch and thrust her breasts higher. More drops of moisture appeared at the entrance to her cunt. He inserted a finger, marveling at the tightness of her grip.

  “T’lan,” she gasped, even as her hips surged against him.

  “Yes, my L’chka.” He added another finger and she twisted higher. Her channel fluttered against his fingers as he stroked his thumb across her clit. She exploded, hips bucking as she cried out his name. More milk appeared and dripped from her breasts. He could no longer restrain himself.

  Carefully turning her over, he pushed her up on her knees and slipped a pillow under her stomach as he pulled her legs apart. From this angle he could see every inch of the tiny dripping hole of her cunt, and the even tinier hole between the luscious cheeks of her ass. He guided his aching shaft to her entrance, the swollen head obscenely large in comparison and pushed inside, groaning as he felt the hot wet silk of her clamp down around him.

  M’lee cried out and he used his other hand to draw circles around her clit as he pressed steadily deeper, watching the small entrance stretch wide around his cock. With a last thrust, he felt himself reach the end of her narrow channel. His L’chka shook beneath him, incoherent noises coming from her mouth as he pressed harder against the bundle of nerves. His other hand swept up to spread her cheeks as his finger circled that tiny pink hole. Probing carefully, he began to push inside. She jumped and made a muffled protest, but more moisture bathed his strangled cock. After one last circle around her clit, he pinched the swollen nub at the same time as his finger penetrated deep inside her ass. M’lee screamed and convulsed, her cunt clenching down on his cock like a silken fist. No longer able to restrain himself, he began to thrust, pulling back only to bury himself deeper. His body came down over hers, one hand guiding her hips as she thrust back against him just as desperately.

  “Yes, my L’chka.” He urged her on. “Show me how much you want my cock inside you. Let me feel that hot little cunt milking me.”

  His breath was coming faster, and his head dropped to the smooth curve of her shoulder. He sucked frantically at her exposed skin, the feel of her vulnerable flesh beneath his mouth stirring thousands of years of instinct. Heat gathered at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. With a roar, he bit down on her shoulder as he exploded, his seed pulsing out of him in endless jets, as she shuddered beneath him, her cunt so tight it was almost painful.

  For a long moment he huddled shaking over her small form, completely drained. When at last he raised his head, he jerked back in dismay. Blood flowed from her shoulder, the golden skin marred by the outline of his mouth.

  “M’lee, please forgive me.” Hastily releasing the bracelets, he turned her over to face him. To his relief, she didn’t appear distressed. In fact, she was flushed and glowing, her eyes wide and dreamy.

  “Forgive you?” she slurred, sounding almost intoxicated. “That was amazing.”

  “Forgive me for biting you.”

  “That’s okay.” She waved a hand, the dreamy look still on her face. “It doesn’t hurt.” Her fingers went to her shoulder and she winced. “Well, it didn’t hurt.”

  “I am ashamed that I gave in to such a primitive instinct.”

  “Primitive?”

  “Before we had the mating bracelets, a Yehrin male would indicate his claim by biting his L’chka.”

  Still ashamed of his loss of control, he moved to leave their bed but her small fingers caught his hand.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To get a cleansing cloth.”

  “No, stay with me.” She threw her arms around his neck and helpless to resist his little human, he allowed her to pull him down so that his head was buried in her shoulder. The smell of her blood tantalized his senses and without a conscious decision, he found himself lapping at the traces of blood. The delicious taste exploded across his tongue, almost as delicious as the moisture that flowed from her small cunt. He licked harder, searching out every drop.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, the words breathless,

  “Since you do not want me to leave our bed, I am cleaning you this way. Does it disturb you?”

  “No.” She wiggled against him. “Actually, it feels amazing.”

  Groaning, he licked harder, laving her skin until no trace of blood remained and she was moaning beneath him.

  “You are delicious, little one. But which is better? The blood you spill to accept my claim.” He licked his way down her collarbone until he could swirl his tongue around a pert nipple. “The milk you provide to feed our child.” After a very pleasurable interval that left her clasping his horns and trying to pull him harder against her, he worked his way across her swollen belly until he could part her legs. “Or the moisture you produce to allow your little cunt to welcome my cock.”

  With her legs spread wide to welcome him, he dropped his head to where her swollen cunt was leaking their mingled juices. He thrust
his tongue deep inside that tiny channel before stroking upward to lap at her engorged clit, then repeated the journey over and over until she clutched at his horns and cried out, a fresh wave of moisture bathing his tongue. Before she even stopped shuddering, he rose over her and drove deep, forcing his way up the swollen channel frantically to thrust once, twice, and then he was gone, his seed flowing out of him as if he hadn’t had the explosion of a lifetime only minutes before.

  Reluctantly slipping out of her body, he rolled so that she was pillowed against his chest and side, her stomach a warm weight beneath his ribs. To his delight, he felt the child poke at him, and he curved a protective hand over her belly.

  “Mm.” M’lee gave a contented sigh and snuggled closer, her hand slipping beneath his so that they both cradled their child.

  “T’lan,” she asked at last. “Are you disappointed that our daughter will not be like you?”

  Had he given her any cause to doubt his devotion to the child? “I do not mind that she has human blood. I would be happy if she was exactly like you.”

  “You’re so sweet.” Before he could object to the term, she continued. “But she’s half Yehrin and you said that Yehrin blood tends to dominate.”

  “That is true.” He still did not understand her concern.

  “Doesn’t that mean that she would look more like Sam than you?”

  Suppressing the instinctive growl as the other male’s name, he frowned. “I do not understand. We are both Yehrin.”

  “Yes, but you’re so different. Sam was thin and you’re…” She gestured at his body and he preened a little, knowing that the body of a warrior far surpassed that of a scholar. “Plus, the horns and the claws and everything.”

  Before he could respond, her eyes widened. “I hadn’t thought about the horns. You aren’t born with horns, are you?”

  “Yes, but do not fear, little one. They are very small, no more than a fingertip in size, and very soft.”

  “Whose fingertip?”

  “Yours.”

  “Well, that’s a relief.” She returned to the subject of her concern. “But our daughter could never have horns like yours.”

  “No, she is female.”

  “Females do not have large horns?”

  “No.”

  “Really? Why not?”

  “No female pursues the Way of the Warrior.”

  “The Way of the Warrior?”

  “It is what makes me like this. S’ram,” he gritted his teeth, “pursued the Way of the Scholar.”

  Startled, she pushed back to study his face. “You mean you’re the same race? You’re all born the same?”

  “Of course.”

  “I don’t think most people realize that. We—I—thought you were different races.” She thought for a moment. “Are there other ways?”

  “There is also the Way of the Craftsman.”

  “Do they look like you?”

  “No,” he said, trying not to be insulted. “They are not as weak as scholars,” he admitted. “But they do not develop their bodies as we do, nor do they encourage their horns and claws.”

  “How do you encourage your horns?”

  “We eat a traditional diet while we are at our Warrior House. It includes the herbs our ancestors ate, and it allows our horns to grow naturally.”

  “Herbs? Is our daughter going to need to take those?”

  “No. She will not follow the Way of the Warrior.”

  “What if she wants to?”

  The very concept was unthinkable. “You want our daughter to be a warrior?”

  “Well, no. But I want her to be able to be anything she wants to be.”

  “We will make sure she has every opportunity,” he promised. But those opportunities will not include warrior training.

  “Will she?” A pensive look crossed her face. “She’s going to be the only one of her kind. I’m afraid that no one will accept her.”

  “The Yehrin will embrace her eagerly. Perhaps the humans will come around.”

  “I hope so.” She sighed, but then grinned at him. “But we should work on getting her some playmates. Maybe I can find some nice girls to introduce to Tren and T’chok.”

  Too stunned to respond, he only laid there as she bounced up. He was overjoyed that she found their pairing satisfying enough that she welcomed it for other human females, but if she only knew how much every Yehrin warrior wanted what he had…

  “Now let’s go. I want to see Gran, even if she isn’t awake yet.”

  “Remember that A’rathia will examine you today as well. And the Supreme Commander wants to meet you.”

  It was M’lee’s turn to freeze.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “The Supreme Commander wants to see me?” Emily heard her voice squeak. She could still see that terrifying visage appearing on her phone as she fled New York. Throughout that first terrible week, he had been the face of the enemy. Drawing a panicked breath, she tried to still her racing heart. So much had changed over the past weeks. T’lan had terrified her at first, too, and now she loved him with all her heart.

  “I need to take another shower before I get dressed. Clothes!” She shot him a horrified look. “I don’t have anything to wear. Did A’rathia send something?”

  T’lan walked through the living area and opened a small panel next to the door. He handed her the package that had been inside. Great, more white. A pair of loose pants that were too long and, she suspected as she held them up, would also be too narrow for her expanding waistline. The loose wrap top might work, if she could find something to keep it from flying open across her breasts.

  T’lan laughed at her doubtful expression. “I made other arrangements. Let me see if they have been completed while you cleanse yourself.”

  Sighing, she nodded and headed for the bathroom, already resigning herself to trying to make the white outfit fit. However, when she emerged, quite proud of herself for remembering how to work everything, all of her maternity clothes were laid out on the bed.

  “T’lan, how did you get them here?”

  “It does not take a long time to get back to your home, M’lee. T’chok actually volunteered to make the trip.”

  The tears were back. “That was so nice of him. We really have to find him a mate of his own.”

  “M’lee, the Forbidden Cycle is not over. Please do not suggest that to T’chok. Or anyone else.”

  “Why is it forbidden?”

  A shadow crossed his face. “It is not something I can discuss at this time.”

  She scowled at him. It hadn’t escaped her notice that he was extremely reticent about anything concerning Yehrin history and their interactions with other planets. She couldn’t help feeling hurt that he didn’t trust her, but he was a military officer and perhaps it was unrealistic to expect him to be open about everything. Sighing, she let the subject drop and turned back to her clothes.

  “I’ll get dressed while you take your shower.”

  After bringing her a cup of ginger tea, he disappeared into the bathroom. By the time he returned, she had donned one of the new dresses she had bought online. Patterned in a retro design with large white dots against a black background, the dress had small cap sleeves and a close-fitting top that clung to her baby bump before flaring out in a flirty little skirt. T’chok, bless him, had even brought some of her shoes, so she had a pair of cute black flats to go with the dress. Her mating bracelets, clearly revealed by the short sleeves, sparkled against the dark material.

  “Look,” she said triumphantly as T’lan emerged from the bathroom, once again clad in his stern black uniform. “I match your ship.”

  “I can’t think of anything that matches less.” Her face fell and he added hastily. “You are far more beautiful. I only meant that you are lush and round and full of life. You do not belong in a ship of war, but there is no place I would rather have you than by my side.”

  “Thank you,” she sniffed. “Did I pick the wrong thing? Should I c
hange?”

  “No, my L’chka. You look perfect. I will let T’chok know to clear the way.” He tapped rapidly on his wrist com.

  “Are you that worried about other men seeing me?”

  “Not as much now that you are wearing my bracelets.”

  “And your mark.” Her fingers traced the bite mark that was clearly visible in the scooped neckline and his eyes darkened. She circled the edge of the bite, suppressing a wince—it actually still hurt—and let her fingers travel down to play with the edge of her neckline. He took one step toward her before stopping and shaking his head.

  “You make me lose all reason, M’lee. We have much to do before we can… play again.”

  “I know and I do want to see Gran.” But knowing how much he wanted her was a powerful antidote to feeling pregnant and undesirable.

  With T’chok leading the way, they made a rapid trip to her grandmother’s room. Very little had changed since the previous night, but a tube no longer ran from beneath her head and Emily thought her color looked better. She looked more like she was just sleeping. A’rathia looked up from Gran’s bedside as they entered and nodded.

  “I was just about to send for you. I am bringing her up now.”

  Dr. Gaston stood on the other side of the bed and Emily hurried to his side.

  “Do you really think she’ll be all right?”

  “Yes, my dear. Remarkable what these folks can do, simply remarkable. And you know your grandmother, she’s a tough old lady.”

  ‘Who are you calling old? You’ve got two years on me.” Her grandmother’s rusty voice interrupted.

  “Gran, you’re awake.” Emily collapsed next to her grandmother, thankful tears coursing down her cheeks.

  “Hush, sweetie. I’m fine.” Her hand reached out and shakily stroked Emily’s hair. “Don’t carry on.”

  “Mighty glad to hear your voice again, Pearl,” Doctor Gaston said. “You came pretty close to going to meet your maker.”

  “What happened? And, where am I?”

  “You’re on a Yehrin ship,” Emily said gently. “T’lan brought us here after… after your accident.”