My Wild Pet (Whispers from the Imperial Cage #2)

Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

Briar

I didn’t realize that when I suggested Gabriel join us, that this was going to happen. That Aefre was going to test my reputation of biting off human men’s dicks. But what really touched me was that Gabriel was willing to risk serious punishment rather than take from me what I wasn’t prepared to give. And that he didn’t believe what the aliens had said about me, even if it was true. I did bite off Big’s penis. But that feels like it happened in another lifetime or in a dream. I can’t imagine ever doing that to any of the men here. But then again, none of them are threatening to rape me either. Coercing me, maybe.

But it was a nice touch, reminding me of Gabriel’s personality, because I was more than willing to give him a blowjob in front of the doctor and Aefre. To show them how much I prefer Gabriel to their alienness. That I’d do anything for him. And that I was turned on by seeing his large, pierced human penis and imagining it in my mouth.

After Gabriel’s penis had been thrusting and pushing against the back of my throat, I longed to feel how that piercing would feel going in and out of me. A much more satisfying hole, I’m sure.

I meet Gabriel’s golden eyes, hoping that he doesn’t care about sloppy seconds, but given how the Luminous Arc is run, I highly doubt it.

A part of me wishes we were alone. But another part of me, the new Briar, enjoys this uncomfortable newness in my life.

The constant gaze someone always has on me. Someone is always looking out for me. I’m well taken care of. I’m a beloved pet.

And Aefre is always thinking about me. Monitoring my physical and mental life. Why should I feel embarrassed that he monitors this too? It makes me feel… safe. Loved. Protected.

I never felt this on Earth.

I lean back in my master’s bed and open my legs wide in Gabriel’s direction.

He stands between Aefre and the doctor. His large, erect, pierced penis is surrounded by copious amounts of amber hair, while his eyes, fully dilated are fixed on me.

I want him to take me like the barbarian he looks like. I want to play out the human fantasy for these aliens.

Aefre unleashes Gabriel like he’s a wild animal, “Go get her Ember.”

Gabriel steps toward me quickly like I’m the prize in one of his challenges. He growls as he pulls on my ankles to shift me into a position that he can easily pick me up from and in the next second, I’m being held so tightly in his strong arms my breath catches, my feet dangling off the floor.

Gabriel kisses me roughly, his mouth pulling at my lower lip as if he might devour me, then, the next second, his tongue in my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips against mine. His large, calloused hands are everywhere, taking turns, one holding me under my arm, the other fondling my body frantically caressing me like he may never have another chance at this.

I can hear myself moaning. This is nothing like sex with Aefre. This is real. This is animalistic passion.

Gabriel makes a small growling noise again and pushes me up against a wall. Then he quickly finds my used and wet entrance with his fingers and thrusts his large, pierced cock inside me with one strong push.

I whimper loudly with satisfaction. It’s so big and at this angle with the piercing both pleasing and enticing I feel like I’m going to come again.

I let out a gasp as he pounds into me at a steady rate. “Yes,” I say in English unable to speak any other language now, not wanting him to stop or do anything differently.

Gabriel whispers something French in my ear, "Tu es ma lumière dans l'obscurité."

I have no idea what he said, but I never want him to stop fucking me like this. And even if I wanted to ask him, I can’t because I cannot form a word this feels so fucking good.

I hear the doctor in my periphery, “That’s it Ember, fuck her like an animal. Without any preamble. Take her like the barbarian you are.”

Gabriel’s holding me against the wall, his mouth on mine his hard cock pumping into me searching for release. Finally, he groans and grasps my breast hard which brings on my own orgasm and we tremble together against the wall.

“Good show,” the doctor says.

“Well done,” Aefre says with the same tone as when we’ve done well on the obstacle course.

Gabriel pulls back a little and makes eye contact with me. His amber eyes speak volumes about everything that just happened.

Even when we are having sex, we are show pets. Nothing is private here.

He gives me one last kiss with his eyes open, his lips pulling my bottom lip slowly as he sets me on my shaky feet.

I look up at the doctor and Aefre and say in my best Imperial, “I forgot you were here.”

I hear Gabriel laugh a little behind me and then we both get shocked by our collars, but the jolt of pain only intensifies the trembling from my last orgasm. The real orgasm. The all-encompassing one. Or rather the only one that really mattered to me.

Aefre then orders me, “Ash on your knees and lick Ember clean. You may have fucked like humans, but you’ll still finish up like good Imperial pets.”

I get to my knees, look up at Ember, and then take his whole penis in my mouth again. It touches the back of my throat and I push my thighs together wishing it were somewhere else.

He closes his eyes and leans back.

Aefre shocks me on the collar. “Bad girl. Not like that. Lick it up. No sucking.”

I release Gabriel from my mouth and lick as he, Aefre, and the doctor watch me. And I’m enjoying myself. Is this what captivity has done to me? Or have I always had these tendencies?

The morning begins like any other training day, though I wake up feeling off. There’s a dull ache low in my abdomen. I push it aside. Pain isn’t new here—it’s as constant as the collars around our necks.

Aefre dresses me in the same kind of thin leotard that reveals my breasts, underarms and sex like he always does, but today I feel like its tighter than usual.

Kaelin is already waiting in the training area when Aefre drops me off. He’s leaning against the console, scrolling through something on his data pad. When he glances up and sees me, he says, “I heard you got a big treat last night, Ash. I hope that doesn’t mean you’re going to be lazy today.”

I don’t reply. He doesn’t want me to.

“And you didn’t ask for me to join?” Kaelin asks with a tone that makes me uncomfortable.

I pretend like I don’t understand him. “Where’s Ember?”

“He’ll join us later. He’s with the doctor now.”

I mull over that briefly. What could he be doing with the doctor? “Is he sick?”

“No. But it’s beyond your understanding, Ash. Now come on. It’s time to train.”

The training course today is another maze of shifting platforms, glowing obstacles, and drones. My body already feels heavy as I stretch, the ache in my stomach sharper now, radiating down into my thighs. It’s not until I take my place at the starting line that it clicks.

My period.

Fuck.

Of course, it all makes sense now. I was so horny yesterday and not just from Aefre’s methods or Gabriel’s handsome looks, but my own biology. I’m always not quite myself the day before my period, but it’s difficult to track because I’ve always been so irregular. And obviously here without a calendar or my phone, there’s no tracking of anything. All the days are the same. If Aefre’s culture recognizes weekends he doesn’t take them.

“Begin,” Kaelin commands.

I take off and I can already tell I’m slower than usual.

The first set of platforms shifts beneath my feet, and I struggle to find my balance. The drones zip toward me with precision. I dodge one, but the second one grazes my shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I stumble, barely catching myself before I hit the ground.

Kaelin’s voice booms through the training area, “Focus, Ash!”

I push forward, ignoring the sudden cramping in my abdomen. If I had any hope the blood would wait until after training, that’s gone now. I can feel the wetness on my thighs. Damn. I thought I’d been exercising so much my body had stopped menstruating. A fairy tale. And I’m worried about how these aliens will deal with my female bodily function.

The course shifts again and the platform tilts sharply. I jump to the next one, landing awkwardly. I feel blood everywhere on my thighs. I glance down at my larger than life pubic hair and the pink tips are soaked in red blood.

Kaelin yells, “Stop!”

I freeze mid-step, my chest heaving. The room goes silent except for the buzzing of the drones.

Kaelin steps onto the training floor, his eyes narrowing as he approaches me.

My blood runs cold—no pun intended—as I watch his gaze drop to my vulva and upper thighs.

“You’re bleeding,” he says unnecessarily.

I swallow. No shit, Sherlock.

“You should have reported this.”

“What?”

Kaelin steps closer. He reaches a hand between my legs and runs his fingers through the bloody hair bringing them back up to his nose and inhaling. “There’s nothing more sensual than a woman menstruating.” Then, as if he’s fucking Count Dracula, he puts his finger, wet with my blood, into his mouth savoring the taste.

“Ah, I remember,” Kaelin says, probably noticing my expression of horror. “Humans don’t know. Menstrual blood is powerful. So much so, the doctor will want to collect it.”

“For what?”

“Stem cells, immune cells, platelets, exosomes, and hormones. Women are the givers of life in all regards,” his voice almost sounds reverent when he says the last sentence.

I’m shocked, but who am I to question their medicine? They fly around in spaceships and have technology beyond my comprehension. I double-over then with a fresh wave of cramps.

“Come with me Ash. We need to go to the medical center.”

Kaelin doesn’t wait for an answer before he hoists me up into his arms. Once we enter the medical center he doesn’t wait for any of the medics, he takes me directly to an area that’s more private, and dare I say, almost comfortable. Then he lays me down on a bed in the middle of the room that looks like it’s got many functions. After pressing a few buttons to my right, my feet are up in the air and I’m spread eagle. Not waiting for the doctor, he attaches something inside of me.

“This menstruating bed is the same kind Imperial women use,” he tells me, as if that’s supposed to make me feel special. “You see here on the panel,” he points to my right, “you can adjust the heat and massage functions. I know you can’t read, but if you want something ask me, I’ll activate it for you.” I’m surprised Kaelin is being so thoughtful, it’s a complete one-eighty from how he usually acts. “This bed is specifically designed to collect your blood, but may I lick what has already been lost along your furry folds and down your legs? I promise to make you orgasm at least once to help with the cramping. I can see you’re in a lot of pain from your collar’s readouts.”

I knew he wasn’t being kind without an ulterior motive.

I want to say, ‘no,’ but after last night I feel like what’s the difference now if I let Kaelin eat me out? If he wants to lick all the blood off my body, he can go ahead and do it. And he’s not wrong about the orgasm. I am in pain and that would help. But of course I’m going to be thinking about Gabriel the entire time.

Once Kaelin begins, lapping up the blood like a zombie, loudly licking his lips and groaning with pleasure, I must admit, his ministrations feel really good. This may be the best celebration of my period I’ve ever experienced and that thought makes me laugh a little. Who is excited by period blood?

Aliens.

I lean my head back with a smile and let him go at it. I’m so sensitive right now, so I moan when he puts his strong hands under me, grabbing an ass cheek with each hand to gently hoist my hips up to get the blood that crept up the back.

In this new position, I can feel the collection device inside me, lightly sucking. Like the air at the dentist’s office.

Kaelin groans again. “You taste so good, Ash.”

This is so wrong, but it feels so good.

“Orgasm for me. That’s it. Good girl.”

I come so hard and Kaelin makes growling noises of pleasure as he licks up all the blood.

When my muscles have settled, Kaelin looks up at me and a chill goes down my spine.

He looks exactly like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead , his grey skin, his big grey eyes delirious with desire and my blood all over his face and in his mouth. “You’re divine, Ash. You know all women taste differently.”

Not only does he like the strawberries and cream he’s a fucking menstrual blood connoisseur.

I sit up to check the lower half of my body, I was covered in blood twenty minutes ago, but now Kaelin has licked me clean. And there’s a tube like device running into my vagina.

“How long does this take?” I ask indicating the machine.

“A day or so. It’s a delicate process and one that can’t be rushed. Those stem cells are important for your health. You know if you were to have a nasty fall from one of the obstacles, your own blood could heal you better than any artificial technology.”

I’m momentarily stunned by this revelation. Humans have been going through so much trouble getting stem cells out of bone marrow when it was in period blood all along. I guess this is one of the differences between a matriarchy and a patriarchy. Women’s bodies in the Empire were probably studied first.

My thoughts are interrupted by Kaelin, “Aefre will want a taste of you too, that is, if he can convince the doctor to give up some of your blood. It’s about the quantity. And since we’ve been working you so hard you haven’t had your periods. But, mmm, you’re truly exquisite in every way, Ash. So I’m sure some UCs will be exchanged today. A bribe from Aefre to remove the collection device for thirty minutes so he can have his taste.”