Page 22 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
“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 nutrientswe 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 notwhat?”
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, andonlyme. The same goes for your mouth; you do not put your cock, your lipsor 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.”
