Alien Conquest

by Honey Phillips

  The tingling sensation in her nipples was enough—she didn’t need to look down to know that drops of milk had started to appear. He watched hungrily before lifting his other hand to catch a droplet and bring it to his mouth.

  “Delicious.”

  “More,” she urged. With a groan he bent her back over his arm and lowered his head but instead of the hard sucking she had anticipated, he teased her. Tongue flicking across each taut peak in turn, the sensation drove her higher but left her wanting more. She arched her back, trying to thrust herself against his mouth but he only laughed and easily controlled her movements. He used his teeth to scrape very gently over each distended nipple and the pleasure had her writhing in his arms.

  “Please, T’lan.”

  “Please what, little one?”

  “Suck my nipples. Please.” Her cheeks flamed but she was too desperate to let embarrassment stop her.

  “Since you asked so prettily.” He drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, and she clutched his horns. Remembering how sensitive he was, she moved her hands down and gripped the base of each horn. His body jerked.

  “More,” she demanded.

  He growled and gave in, pulling on her nipples with an intensity that sent streaks of fire straight to her pussy. She thrashed so hard that he had to use his other arm to hold her down and the hard bar of his massive forearm across her pelvis was enough to push her over. As he switched to her other nipple, she exploded, every muscle in her body going tense with ecstasy as white light sheeted across her vision and she cried out his name. He slowed back down to gentle sucks and nibbles that still sent aftershocks through her quivering body.

  “Better, my L’chka?”

  “Yes, thank you.” She couldn’t help but smile at how proper she sounded. Expecting to see an answering smile on his face, she was shocked by how tense he appeared.

  “T’lan, what’s wrong?”

  As if in response, his cock flexed beneath her and she realized the source of his tension. Her excitement escalated again, and she wiggled, relishing the way he responded. She gave him her best attempt at a sultry smile.

  “Your turn now, my warrior.”

  “I do not want to hurt you,” he gritted out.

  “You won’t,” she said confidently.

  “I must be in control.”

  A pleasant shiver worked up her spine. “I don’t mind.”

  Before she could take another breath, he had her mating bracelets locked together and she was flat on her back. He stared down at her, pupils dilated so that only a rim of glowing green remained.

  “You are mine, M’lee.”

  “Always.”

  He kissed her, a long, drugging kiss that left her drowning in pleasure. With careful movements, he arranged her on her hands and knees, a pillow supporting her hips and stomach and her arms stretched over her head and fastened to the wall. It didn’t escape her that this was the position he has used when he had given her the mating bracelets and she felt her thighs dampen in anticipation. He leaned over her back, the size and warmth of his massive frame enveloping her completely, and licked her bite mark. Still sensitive, the slight roughness of his tongue against the mark made her shudder.

  “You are always beautiful, my L’chka, but never more so than when you are spread out beneath me, every part of your body exposed to me, vulnerable to me.” His voice was a deep purring growl, adding to the shivery sensations as he licked his way down her spine. When he reached her butt, he spread her cheeks apart and ran his tongue down the vulnerable crevice.

  “Such a pretty little ass. So ripe, so open to me.” He licked her again and this time he lingered, teasing her anus with his tongue before plunging inside. She cried out in shock, the sensation exquisitely exciting, perhaps more so because of the forbidden nature of the act.

  “One day I will take you here.” As he lifted his head, he slipped a finger into the forbidden hole and she cried out again, the slight burn adding to her pleasure.

  “You’re too big,” she gasped. “You won’t fit.”

  “You have said that before, little one. And you have been wrong each time. Do not worry, I will train you to take my cock there just as I trained you to take it in your tight little cunt.” The memories washed over her, and she cried out again, he pussy clenching desperately on emptiness.

  “But now it is time for your punishment.”

  “P-punishment?” Her mind was so focused on the aching emptiness between her legs that it took a moment to realize what he was saying.

  “For lying to me, M’lee.” His hands squeezed the plump globes of her ass. “I would never harm you, but I believe that the human custom of spanking would be appropriate.”

  He wanted to spank her? No one had ever laid a finger on her as punishment. The skin on her bottom crawled, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and yet, she wanted to rid herself of this feeling of guilt.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Under other circumstances, I would take you over my lap, but for this punishment, I wish you to remain in place. To acknowledge your regret.”

  She nodded her head and clenched her fists, determined to hold her position. The first smack came down across her right buttock with a throbbing sting that made her cry out, but she didn’t move. He paused for just a second, then repeated the strike against her left cheek. After that, there was no more hesitation, blows falling across both cheeks with a fiery intensity that soon had tears flowing down her face. She wanted to move, wanted to dance away from the barrage of stinging swats but she was determined to hold on. As she cried, the guilt drained away until she lay limp against the bed. She didn’t realize the spanking was over until she felt him stroking her heated flesh.

  “Hush, little one. It is all over. You are forgiven.”

  That made her cry harder, but he pressed kisses up her spine as he continued the soothing caresses. When the tears subsided except for a few last hiccups, she realized that she felt better, lighter somehow. She also realized that the fiery heat of her misused bottom had translated into aching need. T’lan was kissing her shoulder now and she could feel the blunt head of his shaft teasing her soaked pussy lips.

  “T’lan,” she cried.

  “Yes, my L’chka?”

  “I need you inside me.” She felt him tense. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

  He sat back on his heels, spreading her legs further apart, and she knew he was studying her.

  “Perhaps I need to punish you more often. Your gorgeous ass is red from my hand, but your little cunt is dripping for me.” Instead of the gentle caresses he had been using, he squeezed her swollen flesh. A fiery heat swept through her, and her pussy throbbed in response. She felt the additional wetness sliding down her thighs and knew that he could see it, too. His finger slid between her slippery lips to briefly circle her aching clit. Before she could press against it, it was gone, replaced by the broad head of his cock. This too he slid between her lips, the wide girth stretching them apart, the rough surface teasing briefly at her swollen nub before he notched it at the entrance to her body. Despite her excitement, her body resisted momentarily before giving in and accepting him. They both groaned as the tip slipped inside.

  “So tight,” he growled. “You have been without me for too long.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Never again, T’lan.”

  “Never.” He slid in another inch. As always, the intense stretch was on the edge of pain but the sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine kept it at bay. He moved slowly, working her open, forcing her to feel every undulation as he fought his way down her tight channel. When he finally bottomed out, she felt impaled, skewered on his massive cock. He reached beneath her and stroked her clit and she came instantly, muscles clamping down on the hard shaft, lost in pleasure. As she came down from the orgasm, she expected him to start thrusting, but he remained in place, locked inside her. Instead, she felt his finger probing at her other hole.

  Still limp with pleasure, she did
n’t get a chance to protest before his finger breached her entrance. He had to fight to get deeper and the already overwhelming sense of fullness intensified. Her muscles fluttered wildly, trying to accommodate both intruders and then she felt a second finger teasing her bottom hole.

  “No.”

  “Oh, yes.” His voice guttural, deeper than she had ever heard it. He pushed harder and she felt the tight ring give way with a burning stretch that sent flames licking up her spine. He growled and came down over her, the weight of his hips pressing against her punished bottom and adding to the fiery sting. His other hand circled her clit and she came again in a confused mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body clamped down on his and he roared her name as he exploded inside her, hot liquid jetting into the already confined space and sending another wave of pleasure over her.

  He pressed more kisses to her neck before carefully withdrawing first his fingers, then his cock from her body, the movement sending aftershocks through her system.

  “No blood,” he announced with great satisfaction.

  “That’s nice,” she said sleepily as he released her bracelets. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a warm cloth to cleanse her before pulling her into his arms. She winced as he curled around her reddened bottom but once she settled into place, the heat of his body was surprisingly comfortable against the punished flesh.

  “You are content, my L’chka?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, T’lan. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, M’lee. I will make sure to tell you that every day, so you do not doubt it again.”

  She turned her head to look at him. His eyes glowed a soft golden green and his face was at peace. Her hand rested over his where it covered her stomach.

  “And we will tell our daughter, too. So she knows she is valued not because she is a girl, but because she is part of our family.”

  “Every day,” he promised.

  Rewarding him with a soft kiss, she nestled down in his arms, content at last.

  Epilogue

  T’lan roared and Emily glared at him. “Stop that. You’re not helping.”

  “You are in pain.”

  “I’m having a baby.” Another contraction swept over her and she grabbed his hand, squeezing hard as she panted through it. A’rathia was sitting between her legs and she looked up and nodded encouragingly. The scans had revealed that her daughter was no larger than a typical human baby, and they had decided that natural childbirth would be safe.

  “Not much longer now, M’lee,” A’rathia said.

  T’lan sat behind her, bracing her body, and he peered down with a worried frown.

  “This is taking too long. She is in pain. The child should come now.”

  “Babies come when they’re ready, son,” Dr. Gaston laughed. He was standing to one side of the bed, watching the monitors. It had a taken a lot of naked persuasion to get T’lan to agree to his presence in the delivery room, but he had eventually agreed when Emily had threatened to have T’lan banished instead. Now T’lan growled at him in a half-hearted way but his attention remained fixed on Emily’s stomach. Another contraction swept over her.

  “I see the head,” A’rathia said. The next few minutes were a blur as the contractions intensified into a long stream of constant pressure. She pushed and panted and gripped T’lan’s hand and then felt her body release. A small cry echoed through the room.

  “Our daughter,” T’lan said, his voice hushed with awe. “She is as beautiful as her mother.”

  Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. “Bring her to me.”

  “Just one minute,” said A’rathia. “I am running some scans.”

  “Is anything wrong?” Her breath caught and her hand closed around T’lan’s.

  “Don’t worry, my dear. Standard procedure,” Dr. Gaston said soothingly and patted her arm. He ignored T’lan’s muttered protest. “She looks perfect.”

  “And she is.” A’rathia stepped up to the head of the bed, baby cradled in her arms. “All of her tests look excellent. Here you go.” She bent down and placed the baby on Emily’s chest.

  Emily blinked back the tears, studying her tiny daughter. A few blond strands clung to her head, curling around the miniscule black nubs where her horns would emerge. Her skin was pink and human, but she had tiny perfect little black nails. A spot of blood near one ear made Emily panic for a brief instant before she realized that it had come from her, not the baby. She stroked the soft cheek, reveling in the delicate skin, and the baby’s eyes opened. T’lan’s eyes shone from her tiny face, green and gold swirling around tiny cat like pupils. Her heart ached, overwhelmed with love for this tiny being.

  “Hello, sweetheart. I’m your mama,” she whispered

  “I am your father, little one. I will protect you always.” T’lan leaned over her shoulder, his arms wrapped around both of them. She was vaguely aware of A’rathia delivering the afterbirth and cleaning her up, but she felt enfolded in the bubble of their new family.

  “Can I let the others in now? Your grandmother’s going to have a fit if she doesn’t get to see that baby soon,” Dr. Gaston said.

  Emily nodded, still unable to tear her eyes away from her daughter’s face. A moment later, her grandmother’s lavender scent washed over her. She looked up to see tear-brightened eyes meeting her own.

  “Oh, sweetie. She’s just beautiful. I can still remember when you were born, just as tiny and perfect.” Gran cupped her hand over Emily’s and Emily felt T’lan tense. She turned her head and nuzzled his shoulder, willing him to relax.

  “I want to hold her, but I think I’d better give the boy a little while.” Gran’s eyes twinkled over her spectacles as she studied T’lan’s defensive posture. She kissed Emily and stepped back, taking the doctor’s hand. T’rarchar replaced her but he kept a respectful distance before offering a small bow.

  “Congratulations, M’lee and T’lan. Your daughter has my honor.”

  “Thank you,” Emily murmured, a little stunned. She had come to realize how significant a statement that was from a Yehrin warrior. T’lan released one arm so that he could twist to one side and place his hand over his hearts as he returned the salute. The Supreme Commander nodded and went to stand beside A’rathia.

  Tren came next. With a defiant look at T’lan, he stepped right up to the bed.

  “Welcome, small one.” The baby turned her head and seemed to gaze up at Tren. Even the low growling that T’lan had started as he approached suddenly stopped. Tren extended his hand and the baby curled her fingers around one of his. “I have your honor.” The baby cooed.

  Tren turned to look at Emily. “What is her name?”

  “M’lan P’rl V’randrr R’gers.” T’lan proudly announced the Yehrin version of their daughter’s name.

  “M’lan P’rl. It is a good name.” Tren nodded and stepped back.

  “You named her after me?” A tear spilled over and slid down her grandmother’s cheek.

  “You are a worthy namesake, Elder Female,” T’lan said gravely. “She will have your spirit.”

  “Thank you.” Gran sniffed and bent over to drop another kiss on the baby’s head.

  Emily looked around at the room of Yehrin and humans and felt a glow of contentment. This was her family, except… “I miss T’chok.”

  “I know, my L’chka. He would be here if he could.”

  Emlan Pearl grunted, interrupting the melancholy moment, and began rooting at her breast.

  “Little Pearl’s hungry,” Doc Gaston chuckled. “You’d better feed her.”

  “Of course.” Emily started to push her top down and realized that everyone was staring at her. “Um…”

  “Out!” T’lan roared.

  Emily winced, and the baby’s eyes flew open. “Thanks, big guy, but maybe a little quieter?”

  “I am sorry, my L’chka. My daughter.” He touched the baby’s cheek and she shot him a quick look before returning to nuzzling Emily’s breast, her grunts b
ecoming more frantic. Everyone departed except A’rathia. She stayed until the baby latched on, clamping down on Emily’s nipple with surprising strength, and then left the three of them alone.

  “I’m so happy, T’lan.” She smiled up at him and then winced. “Ow, take it easy, sweetie.”

  T’lan had been watching Emlan nurse with a fascinated expression but now he frowned. “She is hurting you?”

  “You’d think I’d be used to having someone suck on my nipples by now.” T’lan feasted on her breasts at least once a day. “But it doesn’t feel the same at all.”

  “A’rathia could prepare a nutritional formula.”

  “Oh no, she won’t. Emlan Pearl is my baby and I’m feeding her. I’ll get used to it.”

  “Of course, M’lee. As long as you wish.”

  The baby’s fierce suckling slowed, and her eyes closed. Emily snuggled back into T’lan’s arms. “I think I’m going to like motherhood.”

  A week later, Emily wasn’t so sure. Emlan only slept for a few hours at a time and Emily was bleary-eyed from exhaustion. During the baby’s waking hours, she was frequently fussy and the only thing that seemed to help was walking her or rocking her. T’lan did more than his share—changing diapers with swift, if disgusted, efficiency and spending hours pacing the floor with the baby. He only left Emily briefly when Gran or A’rathia came to visit, taking their turns with the demanding infant and assuring her that this phase would be over soon. T’rarchar came once, looking mildly uncomfortable, and bestowed an ornate dagger on Emlan. Tren visited daily and T’lan relaxed enough, or was exhausted enough, that he didn’t protest when the young warrior walked the baby. Emlan always calmed when he did, staring at him with fascinated eyes.

  It didn’t help that she couldn’t leave their quarters. Despite their efforts to counteract T’ngorzul’s rumors, the Supreme Commander did not want to create more unrest by announcing the birth of a female child. He was consulting with the Supreme Council, and in the meantime, Emily and the baby were staying out of sight. She understood the reasoning, but she was tired of moving from bedroom to nursery to living room and back again.