Page 8 of Breed

“No,” she says, her earthen eyes flashing with what I can only describe as a reluctant resistance. She is not brave, this human. She has the demeanor of someone who has been forced to do something because they are more afraid of the outcome of not doing it than they are of doing it. There is a reluctance in her every expression. I can tell she wishes she was somewhere else. Somewhere safe. But I can also tell there is enough strength in her to back up her defiance.

If I want her to spill her secrets, I will have to tame her first.

It may not be such a hard task. She does not seem to be the dominant type. The first two humans taken prisoner by saurians were leaders — a captain, and a mutineer. They have proven to be handfuls for their saurian mates. The human cringing in front of me does not look like a handful.

She is pleasingly soft and rounded in her features and her form. She has a very nondescript short brown haircut and light brown eyes. She looks to me like someone who tries very hard not to draw attention to herself. That is something I can understand.

Realizing there is nothing to be gained by keeping this trove of human artifacts within her reach, I put the suit into my personal safe and spin the door closed. Unlike the alpha’s reserve, my safe will not easily be cracked. Much like the human’s suit, it has its own series of tricks.

“You warned me. Now I will warn you. Don’t try to get it out of there. You will be harmed if you do.”

Her eyes go wide, reflecting more of the light. Her pretty pink mouth makes a series of motions that might be attempts at speech, but which terminate in a hesitant…

“Oh… okay.”

I can smell her. Especially now that the suit is off, her scent fills the room. There is a light floral quality to the scent, along with a richer, almost saltier tang.

Humans carry a primordial ocean inside them. This is how they can gestate their young internally. When a human woman becomes pregnant, she creates an interior expanse of fluid that, to her young, must seem as vast and eternal as any of the universe’s great oceans. A human fetus floats in these waters, gradually undergoing the process of becoming over months. It is quite a strange method of reproduction by our standards, and I am fascinated by it. Since Wrath began talking about the potential to breed humans, we have been learning all we can about the matter. I, more than most, have been fascinated by the process as it has been described to us by the physicians who have studied alien reproduction. Saurians lay eggs and leave. A hatchling must be taken care of, but it is rare that the parent responsible for the young creature’s existence even knows it has been hatched. In contrast, humans have a physical tie to their young that, though broken at birth, seems to persist psychically throughout life.

She may be a stranger to me, and I may be an alien to her, but I have spent a long time learning all I can about her kind. She is not as much of an unknown quantity to me as she might imagine.

I am eager to mate her. But she is terrified, staring at me with widened eyes that display a great amount of white around her brown pupils. I could take her in this moment, throw her on the bed, tear her clothing from her curvy form, and make sure she knows that she belongs to me. I could make her feel like nothing more than owned meat, a series of holes to be ravaged and claimed. That is what the others would do. I can hear them in the halls, reveling in the idea of such brutal treatment.

She is fortunate, though she does not know it. I am not made of the same character as the others. I am not as ruthless and remorseless. I am aware that she would feel pain and horror if she were slammed to the ground and fucked. I know she would be broken in a way she might never recover from.

As much as my lust might rise at the sight of a vulnerable, fertile, somehow innocent human captive regarding me with that rosy-cheeked fear, I tame my impulses. There is time for rough dominance, and it will come. I have important business to attend to tonight, and the prospect of ravaging a terrified human who trembles when I so much as touch her chin is less than appealing.

“Come here,” I say, crooking a finger at her.

She looks around the room swiftly, almost as if hoping someone might save her. Nobody is here to help her. She is at my mercy.

“Come here, human.”

“My name is Lettie.”

“I did not ask your name. I told you to come here.”

I feel lust surging inside me at her disobedience. This soft creature needs to be punished soundly for arguing instead of doing as she is told. I will not be questioned, and I will not be distracted with little facts like her name. Lettie. It is cute. It suits her. I like it. But that is not the point.

She shuffles forward reluctantly, her eyes glancing up at me and then away again. She seems guilty. She knows she has behaved badly. She already feels it. That is a good thing. Perhaps there is some hope for her training already. I feel my cock stirring as I realize there are some small signs of submission already.

It takes much longer than it should, but the human, Lettie, arrives in front of me eventually. She is avoiding my gaze yet again. A lot of saurians don’t like to look me in the face, but I think this is not about the usual repulsion. This looks like shame on her part.

I reach for her chin, feeling how delicate the bones of her skull are. She’s just so breakable. I will have to be careful with her. I will have to protect her with every breath I take, even when I am inside her. The urge to ravage is intense. The urge to ensure her safety is even more intense.

“I need you to be good for me,” I growl at her, keeping my fingers clamped firmly on her chin so she cannot look away. Her eyes continually hunt for respite by looking at anything else besides me. I am sure I frighten her. I frighten most saurians. My features are not typical. My eyes are odd and unsettling. Unlike her smooth skin, my face is scaled and large and rough, and when I speak I have sharp teeth. When she looks at me, I know her instincts must be telling her that she is in deep and terrible danger of the kind only a soft-bellied mammal can be in on a planet where raptors reign.

“What does that mean?”

“It means doing as you are told. I must attend to some business. You must stay here.”

“You’re leaving me?” She seems surprised and perhaps a little concerned. I can understand why. Better to be at the mercy of one saurian who has yet to hurt her, than to be at the mercy of the horde outside the door who would likely tear her apart in their efforts to take her for themselves. Wrath’s underground is not a safe place for anyone, least of all her.

I take the blindfold, which I now realize I should never have removed. I wanted to see her face. I wanted to know what my new human possession looked like. She is adorable. Her cheeks are full and her eyes are large and wide and her coloring is like that of the wilds, so much brown and cream, flushing with pink when she is excited, scared, or caught in the throes of desire. I can scent her arousal. I know there is some part of her that is responding to me in a sexual way.

“This is going back on,” I tell her. “For your own safety.”

I feel a certain disappointment as I cover her eyes again. Then I reach for cord, which always sits coiled beside my bed. I use it to bind her wrists first, and then I sit her on the bed and likewise bind her ankles, having removed her boots. She has cute feet, soft like the rest of her, two adorable fleshy little paddles with small, shapely toes. She does not say anything while I do this. She accepts being tied with a certain amount of grace that is stoic and admirable.

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