Alien Breeders: The Anunnaki
What began as a determination to bend her to their will and have her behave in a manner acceptable as a slave of the Anunnaki became a desperation to protect the woman who enthralled them.
Length: Epic Novel
Word Count: 105,974
Genre: Sci-Fi/Futuristic Romance
Rating: Erotica. Warning! This book contains graphic scenes of BDSM in which the heroine is being ‘broken’ to accept the status of sex slave/breeder! Forced seduction. Not for the faint hearted! Multiple heroes, rough sex, alien sex toys.
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Mariah LaMott, February 2014
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
There was something in the darkness, something terrifying. Emerald could feel its presence and her heart began to pound with the fear that grew in her along with the certainty that if she didn't find a way to escape it, the evil thing would catch her. She glanced away, searching for some place to run to, some place to hide, but there was a thick fog rolling around her that obscured her surroundings.
It didn't matter, she told herself. She just needed to get away, to put some distance between herself and the threat and then she would find a place to hide. Not even the fear seemed to lend her the strength she needed to flee, though. Every muscle in her body strained with effort and she still found she could barely move. Her heart thundered faster the harder she struggled until she hardly breathe for fear tightening her chest.
It was coming. She could feel it coming. Her fear sharpened when she felt it directly behind her. She struggled to scream and came awake with a jolt that echoed throughout her body as if she'd fallen and landed hard.
Sucking in a sharp breath, trying to calm her racing heart, she lay for several moments with her eyes closed, reassuring herself that it had been nothing but a dream and at the same time struggling to recapture the nightmare and figure out what had scared her so much. The little she remembered began to fade almost immediately, though, far faster than the effects it had had on her. Realizing after a few moments that sleep had escaped her and that she really didn't want to go back to sleep for fear the dream would resume, she opened her eyes.
She almost thought when she had that she was still asleep and dreaming. The wall she found herself staring at didn't look the least bit familiar. Frowning, struggling now to recall her last memories before she'd fallen asleep, she scanned everything within view and finally turned her head to search further.
Her heart, which had barely begun to regain its natural rhythm, leapt with alarm when she saw the two men-the two beings-standing between her and the door. She would've leapt from the bed except she discovered she was bound to it.
The taller of the two moved a little closer. "Don't be alarmed. You're safe."
He spoke English? It threw her. For several moments she wondered if something was wrong with her eyes or her mind, or if it was purely an illusion of light and shadows, but even though she blinked rapidly, the being still looked alien-almost human, but different enough there was no doubt in her mind that he wasn't.
She stared at him hard, trying to will the strangeness to vanish, searching his features. The sharp angles and planes that made up his face might have been human. His nose was long and narrow, the nostrils slanted upward in a sharp angle that almost bordered a sneer and yet there was nothing else about his expression to suggest contempt. It was merely the natural slant, she was certain, and it gave him an almost regal, superior appearance. His mouth was little more than a slash, the lips hard and thin. The deep set eyes above the prominent cheekbones were the least human-looking feature. Surrounded by long, heavy lashes, they were slanted far more than human eyes, large and heavy lidded. A thick pelt of pale hair, cut in layers and groomed in a style that was almost familiar framed his face and brushed his shoulders.
His skin and hair tones were almost the most human-like features he possessed.
Overall, the impression was almost that of a predatory bird-the angular face and beak of a nose almost hawk-like-attractive enough in a strangely exotic way, and still unhuman-like enough to make her belly stir with uneasiness.
She scanned down his length, her gaze flickering over his hands, his long legs and torso, clothed in some strange metallic-looking material in a style that seemed as exotic as his physical appearance and yet oddly familiar, and finally returning to his face. He was the height of a tall human male, his build almost as angular as his face, but still very human-like in his proportions and shape, his hips and waist narrow and V'ing upward to form a wide chest and broad shoulders, not merely humanoid.
"Where am I?" she asked finally, alarmed to discover speech was a great effort, her voice hoarse as if with disuse.
Something flickered in his eyes. "Earth."
Emerald felt her heart begin to pound again, although she couldn't decide why that would frighten her. Maybe because she didn't believe him? "You're not … human. What are you?"
The other being moved up beside him. He was taller than the first by several inches, and far broader, less angular. Oddly enough, the 'predatory bird' impression persisted with him, however, for his face was also hard and angular, despite the fact that he clearly had more muscle mass. His hair was longer and almost black. "I'm sure you have many questions. Rest. We'll talk later."
Anger flickered through Emerald despite her lingering alarm at her discovery that she'd woken among aliens. "Rest? Tied down?" she asked tightly.
The two men exchanged a long look. The first man spoke again. "The restraints were only for your safety, to keep you falling while you were unconscious. I can remove them now that you're awake."
Emerald was suddenly uncertain of whether she wanted him that close to her. On the other hand, being tied down was certainly no comfort. She swallowed a little convulsively, struggling to dredge up an attempt to be cordial when she felt more threatened as time progressed. "Please."
He seemed to hesitate, as if trying to decide whether she was mentally stable enough to make her request reasonable and finally moved closer. The other man remained where he was, which was some relief until it occurred to her that it might be more a matter of precaution rather than for her comfort. He was closer to the door and positioned in a way that would make escape unlikely even if the first man was distracted enough for her to elude him.
The man who'd approached went to a small console beside the narrow bed where she lay and touched several buttons. The restraints across her chest and hips released and retracted. Her attention caught by the movement, her gaze followed instinctively, and she saw she wasn't lying on a bed at all, but rather inside some sort of coffin-like capsule. The part she was lying on had the look of a narrow bunk or hospital bed, but above her was a clear, lozenge shaped top that she knew, somehow, had enclosed her until very recently. Alarm fluttered through her again. Struggling with it, she scanned the contraption, trying to decide what it was and what its purpose might be.
"Do you feel strong enough to walk? If so, we'll escort you to … a more comfortable room."
Emerald jerked a quick glance toward the one who'd spoken-the dark one-searching her mind for some reason she might not be strong enough to walk. Nothing came to her. In fact, her mind was strangely bereft of memories and that alarmed her even more. "Why wouldn't I be?"