Milked by her Alien Master (6 page)

Head
spinning and my vision blurred, I blacked out for a few seconds. I came to
myself as I slumped to the side.

Getterus
turned, keeping his cock inside me as I wavered on the edge of oblivion.

Nerrita
backed away, giving me a kiss on the mound and Getterus a pat on his hip.

“Let me
lick you, love,” Getterus spoke softly to Nerrita.

“No need,
sweet mate. Watching you two together, giving you that pleasure, gave me what I
needed.”

Nerrita
strode to the bath in the corner and I snuggled into Getterus, his cock still
inside me. We drifted together and his body relaxed. At some point, he slid
from me and we both sighed with the emptiness. Neritta came back and snuggled
on Getterus’s other side.

We passed
the day leisurely touching and talking. Nerrita explained to me that the pet
names I’d heard, Gita and Vorr, were only used between partners who shared love.
When I felt that love for them, I could call Getterus, Gita and Nerrita, Nita.
But under no circumstance should I call anyone else by their pet name. Unless,
of course, at some point I shared sex with another and if I felt love.

Love
wasn’t a feeling I knew well—and obviously this meant that Getterus loved
Neritta and had loved Vorreka, or still did. What would it be like to have that
depth of feeling for my masters? I told them of my childhood. They told me that
the large station was broken into the singles section, where times of breeding
were of upmost importance, but that now that we were building a family, we’d
move to the family section.

Always
living at home, I’d never been alone in my life and I couldn’t wait to begin my
own family. At one time, I’d wanted to be alone, if only for a little while
each day. But already I understood that I wasn’t made for solitude.

We made
love again, and it had to last hours. It was intense and right. Soon, we
climbed from bed hungry and as Nerrita announced, ready to prepare for the
assembly.

Nerves hit
me.

I
understood that this was the test, on every level, the night that would shape
the rest of my life. My stomach churned and I fought not to throw up. Still.
There was no way I’d want to live with another couple. Already I knew I could
love my alien masters. But the visit by Sir Vorreka had confused me and now I
worried. If he could do that to Getterus, what chance did I have of coming
through this assembly unscathed? And how did I know I wanted to stay with this couple?
Would I eventually be lured away?

When I’d
entered that tent yesterday, my life had changed drastically. No more slums. No
more worrying if my family would have food for dinner or if we’d have to
scavenge scraps from the dump. No worrying about the scars on my legs that my
masters hadn’t seemed to even blink at. But I didn’t understand the sexual
attitudes of this society and nobody had ever said I could be handed around.  Even
if the doctor had masturbated me on that exam table, I’d thought it part of the
influx of the serum and had decided it was an exception, during the process.
And sure, we’d been watched on the space elevator. But not touched. I’d
thought, if I were chosen, I’d have sponsors and that was it, no other lovers.

My gut
balled into a fist of ice.

Neritta
sat me down on one of the tall pillowed stools that scattered around the bed
and brushed my hair. It’d been so long since anyone took care of me like that.
Getterus had washed and now slipped into a clean pair of those loose pants.
These were sheer and the fabric shimmered when he moved. He was practically
nude, and exuded both strength and confidence in addition to a strange
approachability that lent him some vulnerability. He was my master, through and
through, but already I saw the sensitivity in his face.

“This is
for you.” Getterus strode toward us with a swath of fabric in his hands. It
matched his. When he neared, he flapped it out and it floated in the air over
my head.

The cloth
slid over my skin in a light caress. I tingled and lifted my arms to let it
settle. It was a shift like the one Neritta had worn earlier. But mine was as
sheer at Getterus’s pants and a slit in the front left my front exposed from my
cleavage to my navel.

“Stunning.”
Getterus kissed the top of my head.

“I’ll
change.” Nude and long-legged, her pert ass drawing my attention, Nerrita
strode to the closet area to the side of the big room. The richness of her
purple skin no longer surprised me and already I’d grown to prefer it over the
washed out tint of my own. She’d told me earlier I’d share space in the closet
with them—which meant I’d have things of my own. I’d never had anything of my
own. Ever. Not even the clothes I wore any given day as they were shared by my
mother and my sisters.

Nerrita
came out in seconds wearing a matching shift. Hers wasn’t open in front like
mine, though. I tried not to let that worry me.

It was one
thing to be part of a relationship and family, but it was another to really
realize I was a sexual object and possession. All my life, I’d shared
everything. Now it seemed my body would be shared. Had I left home, to give
them a reprieve from the brutality of life, only to continue to give away
everything and to have nothing of my own?

Tonight
would show me exactly what my future would be.

All I’d
seen of the Neliousian station was the suite of rooms I now called home. Before
I had time to get too nervous, Getterus put my hand on his arm and guided me
through the sliding door and into the hallway. Everything gleamed.

The
hallways were tiled in bright colors of alternating patterns of pinks, yellows,
and oranges. It should be gaudy, but it fit with the sheer metallic robes
caressing the purple skin of my masters. Outside our door, Getterus paused and
pointed to a number plate.

“In case
you get separated from us.”

I froze
and my gaze whipped to his chiseled features. He patted my hand and squeezed it
against his strong arm. “Never fear. I will not let you out of my sight.”

I relaxed
and tried to give him a smile.

Leaning
down, he took my lips in a tender kiss that eased through me and my breasts
tingled in response. Pulling back with a sigh, he smiled down at me. “I’d take
you back and spend all night buried in my two mates, but Vorreka was right. We
should put in the appearance. My diplomatic career could be harmed if I were to
show signs of being shut off from the rest of my kind.”

“Still,”
Nerrita added as she also squeezed my hand as she held it between us. “You are
allowed to decline an invitation to leave the assembly with anyone. Even us.”

“I can’t
imagine not coming home with you.”

Getterus
beamed down at me and then whirled me away from the door. “Everything is in
polygonal sections. This hallway will lead into the main assembly room of this
extension. Here, we are exclusively adults who are in breeding and looking for
mates. Concubines do come and go as they please, but once Nerrita and I move to
the family section, we will not come back unless you would like to attend assembly
and invite us.”

It sounded
complicated and I didn’t understand, but I did know that tonight, I would be
shared.

I trembled
when the hallway opened at the end and we stepped into a large room. It
resembled our bedroom except that it was fifty times larger and had at least a
dozen beds, countless sofas and plush sitting surfaces, and tables interspersed
here and there with drinks and platters of food. They ate food that had to be
harvested from Earth, but I didn’t recognize some of it. But it didn’t surprise
me that there were foods I’d never seen before. Fresh fruit costs a ransom’s
bounty in the slum.

People
were in all kinds of imaginable passionate embraces.

I’d walked
into an orgy.

Purple
skin abounded, but the creamy white skin of human women were in the midst of
most of the groupings. Neliousian men and women bent their heads to the breasts
of the concubines and suckled. Every single human woman present was in the
grasp of blissful sex mixed with continuous milking.

My breasts
went heavy in sympathy and my pussy went hot and swollen before I could take a
breath. When I did, I could taste the sweetness of milk and the freshness of
Neliousian semen in the air.

“There.
Vorreka waves us over.”

“I don’t
think we should join Vorr,” Getterus answered Nerrita with an undercurrent of
concern.

“You will
not weaken and go to him, love.”

“I do not
worry for that, love. But you know he has unnatural possessive traits. If he
gets his hands on Winna, he might hide her from us.”

I jolted
and the sexual hunger that had started to build halted in icy dread.

“He
learned his lesson with you.” Nerrita reached up and ran a hand down Getterus’s
cheek. He leaned into her caress and trapped her hand to his face. Then turned
his head and kissed her palm. “He cannot refuse to share a partner who wishes
to be with others, nor can he block a mating.”

This last
didn’t calm me as much as it should. Sure, even as we threaded through amorous
piles of bodies to near the forbidding male, I was reassured he couldn’t drag
me off and rape me, not under their social rules. But again, it was a reminder
that my body was to be shared.

I shook as
my bare feet crossed the curiously warm and soft floor.

Vorreka
lounged on a round bed and watched our progress.

Except for
a man who stood next to him, he was alone. The man nodded as he spoke, but he
didn’t appear to be in a tryst. One of the few unattended in that way, it
seemed. Why were the two males we walked toward not participating? I shook with
the force of all the emotions flowing thorough me. The shaking grew as we
passed by a concubine on her hands and knees, her face buried in a female’s
cunt. A male under her sucked her tits and fucked her pussy while another male
worked into her ass.

My pussy
creamed and my ass tightened in a surprised response. Walking forward, my
thighs felt slippery with my excitement even as my breathing grew rapid with a
mixture of fear and arousal. Vorreka stared and then nodded toward me. The man
with him turned and he gave me a quick up and down perusal. Interest lit in his
eyes. He had the same purple hue as the others, but his dress wasn’t as
expensive looking. His pants appeared to be cloth and non-transparent. He also
wore a vest, while all the other males were bare chested. Vorreka was the only
one I’d seen with pierced nipples and my gaze finally tracked to that unique
part of him and held.

“Good to
see you again, Getterus and Nerrita,” Vorreka’s voice held enough command that
a few of the nearby groupings of sexual partners paused in their delights and
looked at us. A few even halted their thrusting hips or seeking tongues and
stared at us, hungry curiosity in their faces. “Introduce me to the newest
concubine.”

This was
for show. He’d already met me.

“Winna,
this is Sir Vorreka, the Assembly director. He watches over all of us to be
sure everything is within keeping of our laws and is fully consensual.”

The man
held power, it was clear. I gulped and allowed Getterus to lead me to sit on
the cushion next to the director. His voice grated as he licked his lips.
Though he kept his gaze on mine, I knew he thought of my nipples which had
begun to drip milk and wet the sheer material clinging to them. “You are aware
of how we prize the milk of concubines? Without it, we would all be sterile.
Your class is highly prized and therefore we do not allow a permanent mating.”

I shivered
and glanced at Nerrita who had come to sit next to me. Her hand covered mine
and her nearness soothed me even as despair at leaving her made tears sting my
eyes.

“Yet, it
has become our practice to overlook this rule when families of a more sensitive
nature would flourish better if they are left together.” This last was said
with a kind and rumbling tone, as if he attempted to soothe me.

“You will
be given all the time you need to become accustomed to us.” He lifted his stare
from me and glanced around and raised his voice. “This one is shy. There will
be no undue pressure until she has come out of her shell.”

There were
nods and a few groans. A mutter came from nearby, “Too bad.”

Nerrita
whispered, “Thank you.”

I don’t
know if Vorreka heard or not, and he didn’t glance at Getterus as my master
bent and whispered something in Vorreka’s ear. I missed my master at my side
and I clung to Nerrita’s hand.

Then the
orgy that had paused in a strangely unnatural way, continued on. Vorreka gave
his full attention to me again. The momentary ease he’d given me was dashed
immediately.

“There is
one custom we do not overlook for any shyness. You are to share milk with any
who asks in a reasonable manner while here at the Assembly. Many males hunger
for the mating cycle even if they have no mates to breed with. They enjoy their
rare cycles to the fullest. Then there are some who need this for breeding
purposes and you will enable them to conceive if their female is capable.”