Serpent of the Abyss by S.J. Sanders
Chapter 39
She didn’t have time to tell him much more than the basics of what had happened and what Patricks wanted before the medic returned with a larger needle cartridge that he loaded into a dart gun. The weapon fired quickly, the dart sinking into the soft part of his neck once more so that Kehtal dropped like a rock. Lori turned horrified eyes upon him, but he was already turning away just as Patricks strode in with his entourage of guards. The commander’s cool gaze touched on Kehtal.
“Is it unconscious?”
“No. We discovered before that this part doesn’t work with them unconscious unless you are determined to simply hack it out in pieces. Its body will be paralyzed for the most part, but I have given him a drug cocktail that will stimulate its reproductive organs. A little manual effort and we should be able to force an extrusion if its male.”
“Perfect.”
Lori blanched, her arms tightening around the male when the guards came for him, but any fight she put up was quickly quelled by a slap and a rough shove. Even then, her nails tore on his hard scales, trying desperately to cling to him as Kehtal was dragged away to be strapped down the on the same examination table that had held her the night before.
Ignoring her pain, she raced to the side of the cell and slapped her hands on it as hard as she could.
“Wait. Stop! You don’t need to do this. I know him!”
Patricks gave her a hard look but nodded to the medic when he looked up.
“Do it. I don’t want there to be any doubts as to the success of this experiment. We need to know if this one is worth the time and money to keep or if we should dispose of him and try for that big buck that has been hammering at this place.”
Slengral. They had to be talking about him. He would never give her up.
The medic nodded and proceeded to dig two of his gloved fingers into a soft patch of scales. Kehtal grunted at the pressure and then hissed in a way that Lori couldn’t be certain if it was pleasure or pain. She had no doubts when in the next moment a scream gurgled up from the male’s lax throat as his pale pink phallus was forced out from the slit.
Disgust churned her stomach as the medic immediately applied stimulation to it, making it swell further as Kehtal helplessly screamed until it was rigid and pearling with cum. He immediately released it, leaving the Seshanamitesh panting in agony as he stepped away to grab a clear sheet. He swiped it over the head of Kehtal’s cock to retrieve a sample and ran it through the medical data analyzer in the corner of the room. He tapped at his datapad as he waited for the results. Lori’s stomach dropped when he finally lifted his eyes to meet those of the commander.
“Despite his comparatively small size to other adult male specimens who were acquired, he appears to be a fully functional male of sexual maturity.”
“All that matters is: will he get the job done?”
The medic nodded. “As long as he deposits in her, whatever mutagen that is sexually transmitted should carry over.”
“Perfect. That’s all I need to know.” Patricks waved to the guards. “Take it back in there with her.” He turned his head just enough to raise an eyebrow. “And the sexual stimulants in its blood should make it ready to mate, correct?”
The medic nodded, his eyes remaining studiously fastened to his screen, a faint color tinging his cheeks.
“Yes. From what we’ve observed, the stimulation is extremely painful to his species without relief.”
She watched Patricks nod out of the corner of her eye, but her remaining attention shifted fully to Kehtal as the guards unstrapped him and lifted him off the table and hauled him into his cell. They dropped him on the floor without ceremony, the heavy thud of his body making her wince in sympathy. She eyed the guards, keeping her distance, but the moment they filed out, the door sealing and locking behind them as they followed Patricks, she rushed over to the male groaning weakly in pain.
She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands reaching out to comfort. “Kehtal?”
“Back,” he hissed, the tip of his tail moving sluggishly.
“What do you mean ‘back?’” she huffed in exasperation.
He didn’t answer but raised his wing around his body as if shielding himself.
“You’re lying in a heap on the floor. It can’t be comfortable. At least let me help you up into the bed… well, the pitiful excuse passing for a bed,” she amended with a glance at the thin mattress stretched across a metal platform.
She doubted that it would be anywhere near comfortable for an alien of his size. Despite being the smaller of the Seshanamitesh males she personally knew, he was at least twice her size with that long tail of his.
Pushing back up to her feet, she placed her hands on her hips and looked at her own cell and the bed innocuously standing against the wall in a pretense of humane treatment.
“Might as well just be on the floor,” she muttered as she stalked out through the door into her own cell.
At least on the floor they could stretch out a bit.
Aware of Kehtal’s curious gaze watching her, Lori grabbed the side of her mattress and gave it a hard tug, pulling it off of the platform. Even with its small size it was just big enough to be a pain in the ass as she dragged it the short distance across her cell. The door, however, was the worst. How was it so difficult to maneuver a narrow mattress through a doorway of roughly the same shape?
It seemed that no matter how she turned it, the mattress was determined to catch on something as she walked it through. Cursing under her breath as a side caught on the door frame, she gave the mattress a final tug and stumbled back a few steps when it finally pulled free, sliding the rest of the way into Kehtal’s cell. She dropped it on the floor beside him and crouched down level with him once more.
“Come on, big guy, I’m going to help roll you onto this mattress here so you’re a little more comfortable.”
His eyes blinked at her, and he shook his head. The movement was small, but she was happy to see more signs of what they gave him wearing off.
“I will not take your bed,” he mumbled in protest as she reached for him.
“I’m not giving you my bed, so to speak. I’m moving you onto my mattress and then snagging yours to put down here with it, so you have enough room to lie down.” Her lips curved at the look of shock crossing his face. “Don’t worry, you’re not getting it all to yourself. You’re going to have to put up with me squeezing in and sharing with you.”
Shock turned to horror, and he shook his head again, his tail slowly, painfully, curling up around his body as if to blockade her.
“You cannot,” he hissed.
She raised an eyebrow. “And why exactly is that? Are you afraid I’m going to attack you or something just because you’re all out and exposed?” She gestured to his cock.
His crests seemed to flatten even more than usual, and he shook his head. “Not you… me,” he mumbled, but his wings dropped in surrender allowing her to grab ahold of his shoulders and assist him to the bed.
It took some doing because for an airborne species he was heavy as fuck, but Lori grinned victoriously when one more shove rolled him the rest of the way onto her mattress and he dragged his tail excruciatingly across the floor to coil on the other side of him. Unlike Slengral, who preferred to curl against her side or lay flat on his belly, he sprawled in an uncomfortable position on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling. She ignored it, not wanting to make him even more uncomfortable, and grabbed the other mattress, letting it fall to the floor beside him.
Brushing back the damp hair sticking to her face, she met his eyes patiently.
“Now, what exactly are you worried about happening here?”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Seshanamitesh… we never extrude unless the female prepares us to breed,” he rasped. “For a female to prepare a male with the intention of breeding him and then not… it is extremely painful. You are not Seshanamitesh. You have no way to protect yourself.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “Protect myself? You’re lying there weak as a newborn.”
“Not for long,” he grumbled. “You are not safe. When the pain gets bad enough, I will try…” He turned his head shamefully into the mattress.
Lori blew out a breath. “Okay, that doesn’t sound like a fun time. Can’t you… you know… take care of it?” She circled her hand and made a few jerking gestures.
He stared at her hand in confusion and lifted his own. The long claws, which felt so good when Slengral dragged them gently across her skin, curved dangerously inward when he circled his hand in the same manner. The angle of the claws was good for weaving with as she watched Slengral do many times, ...but on his unscaled vulnerable dick… she winced at the image of him shredding himself. She dropped her hand and pursed her lips.
“Okay, never mind.” She twisted the hem of the tunic she was now wearing. After her testing, they had put her in a standard-issue off-white tunic and leggings set. If she didn’t tear them to shreds with her constant plucking and worrying at the fabric. “Maybe I can help.”
His eyes widened and gaped at her in shock as if she had just offered to suck him off.
“Manually… with my hand,” she clarified. “You can just close your eyes and imagine that you are breeding a female. We can just get it over with and then we’ll never speak of it again.”
Especially not in front of Slengral. Given the way he reacted to Daskh just lying beside her, she doubted that he would be feeling charitable at all toward Kehtal for receiving a bit of manual assistance.
His ear ridges pinned back. “I have never…” He lapsed into an embarrassed silence.
Her mouth rounded in understanding. He was a virgin. A virgin whose first introduction to sex was going to be a quick handy in a cell.
“Okay,” she said in a light voice, not wanting to stress him out or embarrass him further. “No problem. So, I guess… try to relax. This won’t be so bad. We will start with a massage to get you comfortable and… uh… go from there. It’s just tissue.”
The last part was spoken to reassure herself as much as him. He gave her a skeptical look, but she merely smiled as if she were unconcerned. As if she didn’t have a hundred butterflies flitting around in her belly at what she had just offered to do.
Sure, there were some few spa attendants who offered such services for tips, but that had never been part of her repertoire. Even if some of the looks she had gotten over the years when she told people her profession suggested that everyone assumed otherwise. It made her cringe every time someone called her a pleasure girl because she always worried that they were looking at her that way, just waiting for her to offer a hand job.
She rubbed her jaw as she considered where to start. She couldn’t have him roll on his back where she would normally start a massage through the shoulders. Lying on his cock probably wouldn’t be tolerable.
She took a deep breath and let it out as she sank down to her knees beside him. Kehtal stilled completely, his eyes following her every move as she leaned forward and ran her hands in a soothing motion against his shoulders and the sides of his neck. Slowly she worked her way down, feeling out and isolating impressively developed muscle groups. His abdominal muscles flexed beneath her hand, exhaling on a sigh. She was certain she felt him shift his hips up into her touch.
Although it was strange touching him in this manner, she felt a little relief—and, to her embarrassment, pride—when she felt his reaction. He was nervous and untried, but she was actually getting somewhere when it came to helping him.
A glance down at his cock confirmed that he was well on his way. The shaft was thicker, the pale skin at the head darkening to an orangey cast. Precum dribbled from the slit.
Trailing her hand down his pelvis, she curled her fingers around the root of it and dragged her hand up before adding the necessary second hand to the job. Unlike their scales, a Seshanamitesh cock felt like a silk purse in her hands. A strangled sound accompanied the movement. It was almost like one of his velociraptor barks but fragmented.
She stroked it, twisting her grip slightly at the tip, her eyes glued to his face. Every pass made his muscles coil tighter, including the tail that had wrapped firmly around her waist, with every ragged pant. Something hard dragged back and forth across her belly where his tail had disappeared partially beneath her worked up tunic. She ignored it and continued to her rhythmic stroking, the precum seeping from his cock becoming more plentiful and creating the perfect amount of lubrication.
He was getting close. She was sure of it. On another pass, she gently dipped her finger into the slit to gather more of his precum and his hips jerked violently with a muffled shriek. She increased the pace, his hips now thrusting against her hands eagerly, his claws scraping the bedding on either side of him. Just once he had reached for her, his claws grazing her hips, until he remembered who she was and dropped his hands to grip the mattress instead.
Another flick of her wrist was all it took, her fingers compressing around his length as he bucked and hissed, his cum spurting over her hands and forearms. Against her belly, she felt another warm spurt. Surprised, she pulled her shirt up from her belly and saw his secondary cock retreating back into his sheath.
Heat rushed into her cheeks at the sight. She had forgotten about that.
Gently releasing him, Lori stood, making sure to keep her tunic away from the mess on her belly, and walked over the sink to grab a small towel left hanging on its side. She wetted it and swiped off the mess from her belly, forearms and hands before rinsing and wringing it out again to return to Kehtal.
His eyes, glazed with the remnants of lust, watched her as she approached. He did not protest, however, when she settled beside him and gently began to clean him up as his cock began to soften so that it could slide back within its slit. Once she was sure that he was clean, she took the rag to the sink and rinsed it before returning to flop down on the mattress at his side.
He had rolled over by the time she returned, his eyes slit with obvious exhaustion. Only the occasional flick of the tip of his tail showed that he remained alert. There was a certain peace that felt strangely comfortable as they lay together. She wasn’t surprised at all that it didn’t last long before Patricks returned, frustration and anger evident in every line of his face.
Kehtal stilled, even his chest moved only just barely with his breaths beneath her hand as they both watched the commander staring at them—sizing them up. After a time, those merciless eyes turned to Lori.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he drawled.
She shrugged a shoulder, but held her tongue.
His eyes swept over Kehtal before returning to her and he nodded toward the male. “I know you can speak their language. That your translator has adapted to it. I suspected as much when you said that you learned what you knew from these serpents, but I did not fully believe until I saw it with my own eyes. Therefore, I know you can translate this for me—” His eyes turned to Kehtal so that the male would know that he was speaking to him. “You will breed her. It will happen eventually, whether you like it or not, so you might as well make it easy on yourself. Every time you fail, I will return with orders to give another dose, and another. There will only be so much that you can suffer through. And if you still fail me, then I will kill you and put another male in here with her who won’t have problems fucking her.”
His eyes shot over to her, waiting as she repeated back what he said, her voice low. As she spoke, she felt Kehtal stiffen, his tail circling protectively around her as his upper gavo and crests rose with hostility as he glared back at the commander.
Patricks smiled and nodded. “Good. Glad to see we understand each other.”