Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nervous, Samulin followed Bralix to his quarters, and they made themselves comfortable on his bed. Bralix sat at the top end of the bed with his back against the wall, while she curled up in his lap with her legs to one side. “The symbiote won’t hurt my baby, right?” Samulin asked softly.
Bralix shook his head no.
“Thank God,” Emery breathed.
Phyrax and Emery entered, and after turning the lights down to almost nothing, Phyrax climbed onto the bed to kneel before them, an opaque brown jar in his hand. Emery stood beside the bed, holding a syringe in one hand, and something resembling a Q-tip in the other.
Emery handed Phyrax the Q-tip. “Your symbiote’s been in the jar for longer than mine was,” Emery explained to Samulin. “It might have dried out a bit by now; this gel is just to lubricate your ear and make everything a little easier.”
Samulin held still while Phyrax coated her ear canal in gel, then Bralix wrapped a firm arm around her, trapping her arms and immobilizing her head against his chest.
She couldn’t move—and it calmed her. Without meaning to, Bralix had triggered one of her kinks. She’d always loved bondage, and add a little praise to the mix…
“Veine groone, Samulin,” Bralix murmured.
She melted.
“Just hold still the best you can, honey,” Emery said. “It’ll hurt, but it’ll be over quickly.”
She couldn’t see what Phyrax was doing, not with Bralix immobilizing her head. Instead, she focused on Emery’s face.
She didn’t struggle when the symbiote entered her ear, not with Bralix holding her still, but she screamed when it tore through her eardrum.
The pain overrode all else, but after the little organism squeezed its way past the bones of her inner ear, it settled from a tearing, burning pain, to a steady, overwhelming throb.
Phyrax squirted the contents of the syringe into her ear, and Bralix relaxed his hold on her, shifting his embrace just to hold and comfort her.
“The gel is to speed up healing,” Emery said. “Try to leave it alone.” Samulin was deaf in the ear the symbiote had entered, but at least she could still hear from the other one.
Still reeling from the pain, Samulin nodded and hugged Bralix’s arm to her. Phyrax rolled off the bed, gathered the used supplies, and ushered Emery out of the room, leaving her and Bralix alone.
She took a deep breath, then clutching a handful of Bralix’s shirt, sought comfort in his arms, her good ear pressed to his chest and listening to the rumble of his voice in his chest as he hummed a melody just for her.
When Bralix woke, his quarters were still dim from when they’d implanted the symbiote into Samulin’s brain. The engines hummed, and even though they couldn’t feel it, the ship was travelling at super-photaic speeds; Phyrax had set a course for Crion.
He hadn’t thought he’d be able to sleep, so sick with worry had he been about her, but after about thirty minutes she’d gone completely limp in his arms and her hand had released the fold of his shirt she’d been clutching.
When she was still sleeping an hour later, he’d carefully tucked her into bed, then crawled in under the covers with her and gathered her into his arms for a nap.
He looked down at the soft, warm woman in his arms facing him, and when he gently raked his nails over her scalp from just behind her ear to her nape, she sighed and snuggled closer to him.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, and she peered at him groggily.
“Hey, you,” she smiled at him sweetly. “You okay?”
He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I am well.”
Her eyes stretched wide in surprise, all trace of sleep gone. “You are well.”
“Of course. That’s what I just said.”
She smiled at him. “No, I mean I understood you. The implant worked.”
Bralix startled. “You’re right.” He scraped his nails over her scalp again; her eyes closed, then fluttered opened again. “That feels good.”
“How is your ear? Are you still in pain?” He asked softly. “I can give you an oral analgesic, or I can put more bio-gel in your ear.”
Her eyes unfocused for a moment, then focused on him again. “I think I’m okay. I feel tender. Sounds are still muted, but loud sounds hurt.”
He expelled a relieved breath. “That is good. Normal.”
“That’s a relief,” Samulin said, then nuzzled his chest. “You smell like a forest after it rains.”
“That may be the chlorocytes in my skin,” Bralix said. “Is it a smell you enjoy?”
She hummed. “It reminds me of good memories.”
“Good.”
They lay for a while, Bralix idly tracing lines back and forth on Samulin’s bare upper arm. The silence felt comfortable.
“Bralix?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you take me the first time?”
Bralix froze. The answer, when his relationship with Samulin had changed so much in the last three days, suddenly seemed cruel. Worse yet, his dream of building a herd of dairy humans still hadn’t changed.
Phegch.
“Bralix?”
“I don’t want you to hate me,” Bralix finally said.
Samulin paused. “I’d prefer if you were honest with me,” she said.
Bralix’s first reaction was to wrap her even tighter in his arms, to prevent her from running from him when she knew the real him, but he forced himself to carefully pull his arm out from under her and sit up, his forearms braced on his drawn-up knees.
“Nef’eal gain most of our nutrients by photosynthesis, through the chlorocytes in our skin, but there are some nutrients we cannot get from anywhere else but through fresh, organic milk.
We can synthesize minerals and certain amino acids from the raw materials, but antibodies, certain lipids, and vitamins we need to source through natural sources, such as fresh milk. Humans are the best source for this.”
“So you needed me for milk,” Samulin said slowly. “Were you trying to get me pregnant?”
Bralix snorted. “Our genomes are too different to combine them naturally. No, mating with you was intended for pleasure.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Samulin muttered. To Bralix’s surprise, she sat up as well and took his hand. “Just tell me everything,” she said softly. “We’ll figure it out together, okay”
So Bralix scraped together his courage. He nearly choked on his confession, but he told her everything.
How humans had been domesticated over thousands of years, but irresponsible selective breeding had allowed defects to sneak into the existing gene pool.
How he and Phyrax had dreamt of going back to the beginning and starting over with sound, unblemished dairy human bloodlines; Phyrax would concentrate on the animal husbandry and the dairy production side of the business, while Bralix would concentrate on training these wild humans to be productive livestock.
They’d select the best human females for their new herd, and once established, might expand their operation to include a few human studs and provide stud services as well.
“And now you don’t know what you’re going to do, now that that’s no longer going to work?” Samulin asked softly. Bralix hesitated, and Samulin studied him. “What is it?” She asked.
Just say it. “I’m not ready to give up on that dream,” Bralix said softly.
Samulin felt as if the world had been whisked out from under feet like a magician’s tablecloth whisked out from under the silverware and crystal. “You’re not what?”
Bralix’s eyes closed and his jaw tensed, but he didn’t answer.
Samulin wanted to scream at him, but he looked so miserable, it gave her pause. Mentally she made herself review what he’d said.
“Okay,” Samulin said. “You need humans to produce milk; what else?”
Bralix stared at her. “What do you mean, what else?”
“Are you planning on sleeping with all the women in the herd?”
“No, of course not,” Bralix said. “I have a mate.”
“Well then,” Samulin climbed over onto his lap. Bralix’s hands automatically went to her hips as she ground her pussy down onto his rapidly hardening cock. “I think I can support that dream, with a few conditions.”
“I am listening,” Bralix said, his green eyes brightening with arousal.
“No fucking the rest of the herd,” she said, draping her arms around his neck.
His cock had hardened completely, and lifting her hips, she managed to notch the head of his cock at her entrance hands-free.
Capturing his gaze with hers, she slowly lowered herself onto his dick, savouring the fullness.
When she was completely seated, she tightened her internal muscles, making him groan.
“This cock belongs to me, and only me. The same goes for your mouth; you do not put your cock, your lips or tongue on another woman—understood? If they need to be milked or fucked, they can be milked or fucked by the machine.”
“Agreed,” Bralix said. He wrapped his arms around Samulin’s body, holding her close and burrowing deeper into her from below with his cock. “What is your next condition?”
“No more kidnapping. I’m sure there must be other women who’d be willing to relocate in exchange for producing milk. And I’m sure, if we limit the numbers, there must be men who’d love their only responsibility to be to service multiple women a day. I’ll do the recruiting from now on, okay?”
“Agreed.”
“Humans in your care will not be slaves or animals,” Samulin continued, rolling her hips. “And children will not be forcibly taken away from their mothers—that is a hard limit.”
“I agree to all your terms,” Bralix moaned.
“And I will be your equal?” Samulin asked. “Alien, but equal?” Somehow, this was the most important matter to her, and the one she felt the most insecure about.
Bralix held her tighter, resting his forehead against hers. “Alien, but equal,” he said softly. “Now hush; I want to make love to my mate.”
“Please, trap my arms inside your embrace while you do this?” Samulin asked softly.
“Oh?”
Samulin blushed, feeling embarrassed. “I… I enjoy being held immobile while you make love to me,” she confessed. “Its… a kink of mine.”
“Really?” Bralix asked slowly. “You don’t feel trapped?”
“That’s the best part,” Samulin confessed, then taking a deep breath, “I like feeling trapped by you—because I trust you to keep me safe.”
“Now that,” Bralix murmured, repositioning her arms behind her back instead and wrapping one large hand around both of her wrists, “arouses me.” His arms tightened around her torso, around her trapped arms. His left hand was immovable around her trapped wrists, and his right hand tightened around a fistful of hair so that her roots sent prickles of sensation all the way down her spine to her pussy. “I love to dominate a willing female.”
With Bralix holding her head still by her hair, she had no choice but to stare into his bright green eyes while he impaled her from below. “And are earth girls so easy to dominate?” She asked breathlessly as she felt her climax building. Almost there!
Bralix’s eyes darkened with arousal, and Samulin could feel the tell-tale tension warming of his impending climax.
“Not at all,” he grunted, and a split-second later he slammed her down harder on his groin and held her while he strained to burrow deeper into her just as her own climax let her fly.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, her internal muscles milking him while his arms held her tightly to his chest.
Moments later, her heart still racing from her orgasm, he released her hair and pinched her chin between thumb and forefinger. “You’re not easy to dominate at all,” he repeated, his voice still ragged from their recent exertion. “But when you submit, it’s all the sweeter.”
THE END.