Alien Conquest

by Honey Phillips

  Tribs came whisking over to meet him and he tucked the pet under his arm as he checked to make sure M’lee had not returned home first. He knew that she was not happy. Her grandmother had departed two days previously, and although M’lee smiled and wished the two older humans well, he could see how much her heart was hurting. He tried to spend as much time with her as he could, but they were overseeing a number of issues on the planet below and he did not have as much free time as he would wish. He hoped his surprise would help.

  The door opened and M’lee entered. As always, she looked beautiful to his eyes, but he could also see that she did not have her usual cheer. She was wearing a floaty blue dress, but it seemed to droop around her. Her lush little mouth turned down and even her usually perky curls seemed subdued. T’renan stood in the open doorway behind her and he gave T’lan a worried look. He gave the other warrior a quick nod of acknowledgement but then gestured him to close the door.

  “My L’chka, you do not look happy. Is everything going well?”

  “Yes,” she said listlessly as she sank onto the couch.

  He put Tribs on the floor and the sekhmet danced over to her. She gave him an absent minded pat but stared off into space.

  “M’lee, this will not do. Your grandmother is only a short ride away.”

  “I know. And it’s not like I didn’t move off to New York by myself after college. It’s just… I feel like we’ve been through so much over the past couple of months and we were so close. And now she’s left me.”

  “She did not leave you, any more than you left her when you accepted my claim.”

  She finally looked up and gave him a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “I know. I’m just being pouty and selfish. How come you’re back so early?”

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  “For me?” Her face brightened. “A good surprise?”

  “I hope you will think so. Come.”

  She eyed his outstretched hand suspiciously. “If you’re just going to drag me off into the bedroom, it won’t exactly be a surprise.”

  “Come,” he repeated.

  She grumbled but got up and took his outstretched hand. He led her into the bedroom where she looked around before turning to him in confusion.

  “I don’t see anything different.”

  Without releasing her hand, he moved to the wall at the end of the bed and pressed the newly installed switch. A panel slid open and revealed the nursery. The space had been commandeered from another officer, who had objected but eventually agreed to change quarters. In the new space, T’lan and his warriors had recreated the room she had spent so much time creating on earth. They had brought the furniture and accessories from her domicile and placed them to resemble the first room as closely as possible.

  “The baby’s room! Oh, T’lan, how did you do this?” She dashed into the room, exclaiming over each item. “Look, it even has the rocking chair.” She pushed the tiny chair so it swayed back and forth. “And the walls, you painted the walls yellow.”

  The walls had actually been the hardest part. Earth paint simply melted right off of the material used to coat the ship interiors. It had taken numerous efforts and the assistance of a scholar before they came up with a formula that could be used to tint the walls.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Like it? I love it. And I love you, T’lan. Thank you for doing this.” She danced toward him, pink lips upturned in her usual sunny smile. Even her dress seemed to dance with excitement. She threw herself into his arms and he lifted her high. Their mouths collided and he could taste her happiness in her kiss.

  “Take me to bed,” she whispered.

  “Yes, my L’chka.” He pressed another part of the switch and a clear panel slid across the opening to the child’s room.

  “We can see through it.”

  “Yes. I thought you would want to watch our child.”

  Her smile grew even bigger and he dropped her carefully on the bed before coming down over her with a smile of his own. “It is also completely soundproof from the child’s side. You are a noisy little one and I do not want you to disturb our daughter’s rest.”

  “You do know how to make me scream,” she agreed. “But tonight, it’s my turn to make you cry out. Remove your clothes.”

  Returning to his feet, he quickly shed his uniform. Her eyes widened as they always did at the sight of his naked body, but she was too busy removing her own clothing to linger. Naked and glowing, she beckoned to him. “Lay down.”

  Without a word, he followed her directions, both amused and aroused at her attempt to take control.

  “Now, don’t move.” She placed his hands over his head. “Keep your hands up here.”

  “Very well.”

  She knelt next to him, smiling in obvious enjoyment as her eyes roamed his body. “So many delightful places to explore. Should I start here?”

  She bent down to kiss him, teasing little kisses and quick flicks of her tongue that stirred his blood, as she played with the sensitive base of his horns. He tried to catch her head to draw her deeper, but she danced back out of reach and shook her head.

  “No hands, T’lan. Stay where you are.”

  With a groan, he subsided.

  “Or perhaps I should move down.” She nibbled along his neck, an area she had discovered during previous explorations was extremely sensitive, before exploring his chest. She delivered little open-mouthed kisses and sucks down across his chest, teasing his nipples, and circling her tongue in his navel. By the time she reached his groin, his cock was standing straight up, precum dripping down his shaft.

  “Mm, I should certainly spend some time here.” She swiped her tongue across the swollen head and his hips involuntarily thrust upward. “None of that. Now I’m going to have to move on.”

  Ignoring his groan, she resumed her journey, nuzzling the warm crevice at the base of his shaft. Nudging his cock to one side with her nose, she teased his balls, drawing first one, then the other into the warm depths of her mouth.

  “M’lee!”

  “Yes, my Warrior?”

  “Enough teasing.” Her eyes sparkled as she gave him her most innocent look. “Remember that it will be my turn next.”

  “Well, if you insist.” Her bottom lip poked out adorably, but she took his cock in her small hand and gave it a soft stroke as she licked up another gush of fluid. Still holding him in her hand, she knelt over him with a teasing expression before rising high enough that her small entrance hovered over his cock. He could see and feel her moisture drip down to mingle with his and the delicious scent of her arousal wafted over him. Watching her work her way down his shaft, he could barely keep his hands in place. He could see every detail as she slowly opened around him, labia stretching wide to take him deep inside. The ripe swell of her stomach and her lush breasts were equally exposed.

  “Oh.” A soft moan escaped her lips as she finally came to a rest against him, her soft blonde curls mixing with his darker strands. “I feel so full.” She gave an experimental wiggle and moaned again. “You feel so good inside me.”

  When she wiggled a second time, all thought flew out of his head and all he could focus on was the intersection of their bodies. She leaned forward a little to drag her clit against his pelvis and her breasts swayed above him.

  “I am going to move,” he warned her.

  “No,” she panted. “I want to do this.”

  His L’chka began an agonizingly slow rhythm, surging up and down in long slow strokes that caressed his swollen cock in undulating waves. His claws sank into the bedding as his muscles tensed, eyes darting from where their bodies came together to her breasts bobbing above him. Her pace increased as she began moving more urgently, chasing her orgasm. His own peak began to crest but he was determined to wait for her. Her movements became increasingly frantic.

  “Let me help,” he growled.

  “Yes, yes,” she gasped. The words barely escaped her mouth before his hand dove between he
r legs, pressing down on her clit with unerring precision until she screamed and convulsed. Her cunt milked his cock, and the hot tight fist sent him over the edge, exploding up into her in a wave of pleasure.

  She collapsed over him and he drew her close, stroking her hair gently as he felt their child poking his ribs.

  “Perhaps I should create a room for you every day.”

  “Perhaps,” she agreed sleepily. She sat up and they both groaned as the movement rippled through their connected bodies. He laughed and flipped her over. “It is my turn now, little one. I think I shall start by tasting that delightful little cunt.”

  As he drew back, he looked down so that he could appreciate the sight of her lips clinging to his shaft as he withdrew. Instead he froze. A thin purplish tint covered his cock and a small smear of red blood lodged in the crevice of her thigh. Roaring in agony, he leapt to his feet and wrapped the bedding around her before lifting her into his arms. As he headed for the door, he sent a frantic signal to A’rathia.

  “T’lan, what is it? What’s wrong?” A quick glance showed that her eyes were wide and frightened. He hugged her closer as he raced down the hall. As he ran, he prayed to the Ancestors who he hadn’t invoked since before his mother had died. Please, I can’t lose her.

  “The child. You are bleeding.”

  “No!” Her anguished cry tore at his hearts. “Hurry, please hurry.”

  He ran faster, arriving at the medic’s office just as A’rathia appeared.

  “Situation?” she snapped as she led them through to the examination room.

  “She is bleeding from her cunt.”

  “For how long? Put her on the table.”

  “It just started.”

  M’lee sobbed hysterically as he laid her down, hands clutching at him when he tried to release her.

  “I am going to part your legs now, M’lee. Let me see what is happening,” A’rathia said calmly as she unwrapped the bedding. M’lee gave a gasping shudder but she parted her legs. “I only see a trace amount of blood. Was there more?”

  Steeling himself, he followed her gaze. “No. But that cannot be right.”

  “It is true that bleeding could be a cause for concern, and I will examine her, but this is only a small amount.” She patted M’lee’s hand reassuringly. “I am sure you will be fine.”

  “And the baby?” M’lee stuttered, breath still catching. T’lan closed his eyes, the wave of relief washing over him so intense that he staggered.

  “I am sure she will be fine as well. Let me take a closer look.” A’rathia shot a glance at T’lan and seemed to realize for the first time that he was naked. “There are clothes in the cabinet.”

  “I will not leave her.” He tightened his grip on M’lee’s hand.

  “Then at least wrap the bedding around you. T’rarchar would not be amused to find you here in that state.” The rational part of his brain recognized her logic. Still clinging to M’lee’s hand, he used the other to wrap the fabric around his lower half.

  “The scan looks fine,” the medic said. “But I would like to do an internal exam.”

  “Is it going to hurt?” His L’chka was still wide eyed and pale.

  “No.” A’rathia held up a wand barely the size of her smallest finger. “I will use this.”

  M’lee nodded and closed her eyes. Her fingers curled around his as the medic applied lubrication and gently inserted the probe.

  “Your cervix is a little swollen. That is normal when you are with child; however, vigorous activity may disturb it and cause bleeding. I assume you were engaged in intercourse?”

  “Yes,” T’lan answered. Guilt overwhelmed him that he could have damaged his L’chka, damaged their child, by making love to her.

  A’rathia withdrew the probe. “There is no sign of internal damage. You and the child are perfectly healthy.” She smiled at her patient and M’lee gave her a shaky but relieved one in return. “There is nothing to prevent you from engaging in intercourse but perhaps, a little less vigorously next time?”

  There would not be a next time, T’lan decided. He had made a mistake and forgotten how fragile his little human was—it would not happen again.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  One week later, Emily sat at her work table glaring at her tablet. Tren stood by the entrance, watching her with a worried look on his face but she could not bring herself to care. She was unhappy and she didn’t mind if everyone knew it. Ever since the scare with the baby, T’lan had practically absented himself from her life. He prepared food for her in the mornings but disappeared off to work as soon as she ate. He usually appeared to eat with her in the evenings but always made some excuse to leave after the meal and didn’t return until long after she had given up and gone to bed. Every time she came near him, he froze and then moved away. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that the incident with the blood had scared him. It had scared her, too, but it was only a very small amount and it didn’t mean that he could never touch her again.

  It didn’t help that A’rathia spent most of her time with T’rarchar, making it just that much more obvious that Emily was alone. On top of everything else, her stomach seemed to have grown two sizes and she felt like a baby elephant. When the baby wasn’t kicking her, she spent most of her time pressed against Emily’s bladder, sending her to the bathroom every ten minutes. Even the nursery no longer gave her comfort. She had a dismaying vision of sitting in there, all alone with the baby while T’lan avoided them both. Well, perhaps not both of them. He still obsessed over the baby’s health, sending A’rathia to check on her every day and making sure that Emily ate her meals and took her supplements.

  As she sat there and brooded, the door opened. Startled, she frowned at the door. The scholars had already left for the day and she wasn’t expecting anyone. Her heart sped up when she spied the horns, thinking that T’lan had broken his self-imposed exile and come for her. A minute later she realized that she didn’t recognize the entering warrior. Sometimes the Supreme Commander would send one of his males with information he would like addressed but this was later than usual. The stranger and Tren had a brief conversation in Yehrin. Tren did not look happy but he remained stationed by the door as the other warrior approached. He stopped on the other side of her table and nodded.

  “I am Commander T’ngorzul S’lontrr.” The way he said it made it seem like he expected her to recognize his name, but it meant nothing to her. When she showed no reaction, he frowned and took a seat opposite her.

  “I am M’lee V’randrr R’gers.” She wasn’t sure why she used the full name T’lan had given her, but it seemed right.

  He raised a brow and scanned her figure in a way that made her extremely uncomfortable. “I must congratulate T’lan. To have secured such a fine breeder will surely cause him to rise high in the ranks.”

  “What?” She didn’t understand what he was saying, and she shot a glance at Tren, wondering why he was allowing this conversation.

  “Do not worry. Your young guard will not overhear our discussion.” He twirled a small coin. “This… disguises our true words.”

  “Why do you need that?” A chill pricked her spine but Tren was still watching them closely and no coin would prevent him from coming to her assistance if the strange male came any closer.

  “Let us say that I wished to have a private conversation with you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I suspect that you do not know the truth. I wish only to enlighten you.” T’ngorzul tried to look sympathetic, but the attempt was unsuccessful. He was not unattractive, but a scar cut from his temple to his chin and pulled one edge of his mouth into a permanent sneer.

  She bit her lip but eventually gave in to curiosity. “What is this truth you want me to know?”

  “Did you know that the ability to get a female with child is much prized among the Yehrin?”

  No one had ever told her that but given how rare children seemed to be, she couldn’t say she was surprised.

/>   “And?”

  “And Commander T’lan is very ambitious. To have a breeding female of his own will be quite helpful in his career.”

  The words stung, but she kept her face composed and raised her chin. “That’s not why he’s with me.”

  “Is it not?” He raised an eyebrow. “I heard that he had claimed you as his L’chka. Was I wrong?”

  “No. But what does that have to do with it?”

  “That is what L’chka means in the old tongue. Breeder. Now he has you and the child and many more to come.”

  “Many more?” she whispered.

  “Of course. Now that you have proven fruitful, I am sure that he will sire many sons on you.”

  The suggestion that T’lan would use her as some kind of broodmare made her feel physically ill, but she kept her chin high. Determined to refute his assumptions, she told the truth. “It is not his biological child. We don’t even know that we will be able to have children together.”

  “Indeed?” His eyes narrowed and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She shot a nervous glance at Tren but he was still there, watching intently.

  “How interesting,” he continued. “I do not suppose you would care to tell me who fathered the child?”

  “No. It’s none of your business and anyway, T’lan has claimed her.”

  The minute she said it, she knew she had made a mistake. The air around T’ngorzul seemed to darken.

  “Her? That makes you even more valuable, Breeder,” he spat out. “T’lan could become Supreme Commander on that alone. He probably made you think he cared for you, but he’s using you just like he uses everyone else in his life.”