The Alien King’s Pet by Loki Renard

15Wanna Be Sedated?

Arogue guard. A traitorous brother. And a rebellious pet. Dominax sincerely hoped that these problems only happened in threes, and were not indicative of rot and rebellion throughout his home.

Darma fled the room, which was the only smart thing he had done in three months.

“He did help me a bit,” Katie said. “So don’t actually kill him. He protected me from being caught by soldiers, and…”

Dominax let out a low growl. “I don’t want to hear about my brat brother. I want to know about you. You’re not well.”

“I’m just sick sometimes. That’s all. It happens to humans.”

“You could have come back to me, pet. I will always look after you.”

“Sure, and you would have beaten the shit out of me.”

“I would have spanked you. I still intend on spanking you as soon as I know that you are well enough to be spanked. You’ve been a bad little pet, running away from your king, making him worry for you.”

She loved the way he said those words. They sent one of those thrills through her, the kind she had not experienced before Dominax — or after him, for that matter. Dominax did things to her she couldn’t explain. But she couldn’t admit that. She had to argue. It was the human way.

“I don’t think I’ve been bad at all. Someone let me out, and I went and saw the world. I liked the city, by the way. I’d like to go back sometime.”

“On a leash, perhaps. Or in a cage, as an example to the people you spent almost a hundred days robbing blind.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?”

“Turn yourself in and return to me.”

“Obviously, I wasn't going to do that. You whipped me. You hurt me.”

“You deserved it.”

And just like that, they were back in complete and total opposition. No matter how hot and dominant the king was — maybe even because of how hot and dominant he was, she couldn’t submit to him.

“I don’t think I did. I think I’m a person. You think I’m nothing more than a pet.”

“Nothing more than a pet? Being my pet means being my everything,” Dominax growled. “It means being in my care for the entirety of your life. It means I will always look after you, in ways big and small. You do not know what your absence did to me, do you? What pain it caused…”

“Was it as much pain as being lashed with a leather belt?”

He did not reply to that, but started running his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp with the sweetest, most delicate of oils and she somewhat lost interest in rebelling.

It had been thrilling to be on her own for a time, but it had also been hard, and lonely, and she had found it almost impossible to properly fend for herself.

Now, Dominax was taking care of everything. Once he had oiled and combed her hair with those huge hands of his, he finished toweling up the last few wet spots on her body, her shoulders and upper back which had re-wet themselves with the fall of her hair.

She felt the towel stop at her shoulders.

“What have you done here?”

“I don’t know. Can’t remember. Can’t see either.”

“You have bumps on both your shoulders in the same place,” he said, running his hands down over them. Now, strangely, she could feel what he was talking about. Previously, she hadn’t noticed anything there. “One is underneath the tattoo of some kind of creature. I always meant to inquire about that…”

“Oh. Yeah. That’s a pig.”

“You have a pig tattooed on your body? An Earth animal? Does it hold great significance?”

“No. I just thought it was funny.”

“You marked your body permanently for amusement?”

“I’m human. At least half of what we do is because we’re bored and the other half is because we’re horny or hungry.”

“You’re leaving out the things you do out of sheer, pointless rebellion.”

“I guess tattoos fall under that category too, sometimes.”

He sighed and finished drying her off, paying careful attention to her breasts and between her thighs, down her legs, and the soft down between them. He had absolutely ravaged her in all those places at one time or another, but now he was being careful and treating her like someone or something that mattered.

Dominax helped her stand, and reached for a golden silk robe, sliding it up her arms and over her shoulders, he took care to secure it about her waist and slide her hair from beneath it. Every movement was made with more gentleness than she had expected upon her recapture from the brute king.

He had never clothed her before, she realized. This might have been the first time he’d ever seen her as anything other than an animal toy. Maybe things were changing. She didn’t say anything, in case it shattered her assumptions. Better to live in a realm of imagination than to have to suffer through unpleasant truth. When she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that he was a human lover, and that they were a pair about to embark upon a life of domestic bliss.

But when she opened them, he was still the same dark eyed, winged monstrosity of pure dominance who would possess her at any cost.

“Come,” he said. “You need to rest in a proper bed. Those pods you were staying in are not comfortable.”

“They were okay. I’ve crashed in worse.”

“I’m sure you’ve crashed into all sorts of things,” he replied. She didn’t bother correcting the idiom. Whatever universal force for immediate translation was at play, it clearly had its limits.

Dominax took her by the hand and led her to the bed chamber. The same place he had fucked her. The same place he had whipped her. The place she had made her escape. Looking at the bed brought back a great many intense memories, along with a tingle of desire which had long gone unsated.

“DARMA!” he called his brother’s name. “Where is the physician?”

“He’s coming,” Darma said, entering the room. He must have been hovering outside waiting to be summoned, or maybe trying to eavesdrop in case the king truly was planning on having him castrated. “I was reading about her symptoms. Many human women become quite ill when they are pregnant.”

And there it was. The thought she had been trying to avoid saying out loud, because saying it out loud would make it real, and making it real would be fucking terrifying.

“I’m not pregnant," she said, diving deeply into full blown denial. “How could I be? We’re not the same species. How are we supposed to reproduce? How many chromosomes do you guys have?”

“Uh.”

“Well, I see you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” she snarked. “What was the plan? Shoot your cum into me and see what kind of fucking monster emerged? Even if I can get pregnant, you don’t know that the baby would be viable. You don’t know…”

“Calm down,” Dominax said, invoking the two words most universally unlikely to make anybody calm.

“You calm down,” she snapped, fighting fresh waves of nausea.

“You called, your highness?”

A new Homelander stood at the entrance to the royal bed chamber. He was the doctor, she guessed. He was wearing a white coat, which might have been coincidental, but then she saw that it was emblazoned with a golden moniker in the shape of the sign of Asclepius, the same branding used by all human doctors. That was creepy.

“Where did you get the staff with the snakes design?”

Dominax sighed. “Does it matter what he is wearing, human? He is a doctor.”

“He’s wearing human doctor clothing, but he’s one of you. He has those dark eyes and those fucking wings, and…”

“How long has the patient been experiencing fits of the obvious?” The doctor smiled as he asked the question, softening its sarcasm just slightly.

“This is WEIRD!” Katie declared. “I didn’t want to mention it earlier, but you know what. This is just weird.”

“You may have mentioned it once or twice,” Darma said. She didn’t know why he was still there, hovering about. A second or two ago, Dominax had wanted to kill him, now he was ordering him about like a servant. Murder might still be on the table, but apparently, not in front of the doctor.

There were now three very large, quite handsome — okay, insanely god-likely handsome males around her, including the doctor, who, of fucking course, had the bone structure of someone stepping off an Italian fashion runway and into the Olympic village.

Dominax was still by far and away the most handsome among them. She wondered if Homeworld chose its kings in some kind of beauty pageant.

“Try to calm yourself,” the doctor said. “Deep breaths. My name is Mandrake.”

“Of COURSE it is,” she said, standing up, only to be gently, but firmly pressed back down into a seated position by Dominax. “Mandrake. Like the Earth herb. Do you guys have no original anything? Or…”

“She is certainly agitated,” Mandrake observed. “Human, your world does not have a monopoly on small mouth sounds. Mandrake is likely how my very alien name is being translated to your human ears by your human brain. If you were to hear it for itself, it would be unpronounceable to you.”

“Oh.”

“I have only recently recaptured her, no thanks to my brother who decided…” Dominax trailed off with a sharp glare at Darma, before returning to the more important topic at hand. “She has only been back for a matter of hours, having spent several weeks alone in the Golden City. It’s possible that she is pregnant.”

“Well, we will have to see. I have studied human anatomy as a matter of curiosity, but it is not often we have a live subject to…”

“What the fuck does that mean,” Katie interrupted. “You have dead subjects? You’re out here chopping up dead bodies? Is that it? You fucking ghouls.”

“We have models and textbooks and programs which simulate humans,” Mandrake said, his brows lowering in displeasure.

“Oh.”

She’d made an idiot of herself twice inside a minute. That had to be some kind of record. The truth was, she was scared. If the doctor confirmed her pregnancy, then she would be having an alien baby, and if she had an alien baby, then she would have an alien baby-daddy, and she hated that term but it insisted on popping into her head anyway.

“I would give you a sedative,” Doctor Mandrake said. “But I think we should do a full physical first. How were you able to feed yourself while in the city?”

“I just like, stole food, or whatever.”

“So you ate the disposable products which are made available for aliens and the snacks of convenience sold to our juveniles?”

“I ate whatever it was I could eat that didn’t have the consistency of a literal brick. And Darma brought me burgers sometimes.”

“Did he,” Dominax growled.

“Yeah. He did. He was really sweet, actually. Never lifted a finger to me. Never tried to make me do something I didn’t want to do. He kept me safe.”

“He should have brought you back.”

“I guess he respects me more than you do. He knew I didn’t want to come back. He… hey!”

The doctor had picked her up, deposited her on her stomach, and was preparing something that looked very much like a thermometer with some gel that looked a lot like lube.

“Relax,” he said. “I am going to take your temperature. You can continue your argument from this position.”

But she couldn’t really because it was hard to argue face down, and because he had flipped up the back of the robe to reveal her cheeks, and…

“Hey, cut that out!” She reached back and swatted the thermometer out of the doctor’s hand, and onto the bed. “I don’t want that thing in my butt. I feel fine.”

“If you wouldn’t mind restraining your pet, sire,” Mandrake said smoothly. “It will be easier for her if we get this done quickly.”

“It would be my pleasure, doctor.”

Dominax scruffed her by the back of the neck, pinning her down. He also put another hand on her cheeks, parting the left so that the doctor could spread the right, and together they managed to slide the probe into her bottom.

She was left making angry, offended sounds while the thermometer did its work, thoroughly humiliated and very pissed off about the entire situation.

“Her temperature is within healthy range for a human,” the doctor said, withdrawing his probe. “But her temper is…”

“Oh no, they’re all like this. I spent some time observing the people of, where was it again, oh yes, New York. If that was the new version of York, old York must be entirely populated by psychopaths. Humans are incredibly bad tempered when they want to be, and often when they don’t want to be.”

“Let fucking go of me,” she growled, squirming her way up and pulling her robe down. “You fucking muppets. You’re incompetent, that’s what you are.”

“Sit still and let the doctor finish his examination,” Dominax growled. “If I have to punish you, I will.”

“Of course you will. It is all you do.”

“There’s no need to punish her. I can sedate her, and we can do the rest of the exam before she wakes up.”

“You’re not going to sedate me! I’m not sick! And I’m not pregnant!”

“Katie, you’re making this so much worse for yourself.” Darma was still there, being the voice of reason, as usual. But she was not interested in reason. She didn’t want the doctor telling her she was having a baby. She didn’t want anything from any of them.

She pushed the doctor away, and Dominax too. She was prepared to fight them both if necessary, just to get a little space. It was too overwhelming. She almost wished she was back in her little pod. It might have been filthy and lonely, but at least she had control of herself there.

“Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck…”

She felt a little prick in the back of her arm a moment later, and then there was nothing but dark calm.