Top Ten Words of an alien vocabulary
By Cara Bristol
Reality creates language, but language
creates reality too. An author uses words in the literal sense to tell a story.
But within the story, words have a message of their own. Here are ten “Parseon”
words that contribute to the reality of Breeder,
a science fiction erotic romance.
Baronian
Ilyx – A mammal with a leathery flat tail, embedded
with slightly venomous quills.
Sudon – A paddle made from the tail of the Baronian Ilyx. Although the
quills are removed, protrusions in the stiff leather remain and retain trace
amounts of venom. A padding with a sudon creates fierce stinging.
Protocol – A compilation of law and culture, the ultimate authority.
Protocol divides the race into castes, and deems females as inferior, unworthy
beings. Protocol makes loving a breeder illegal.
Drakor – Literally a carrion-eating rodent, but to call someone a drakor
is the vilest insult. Drakor is most often used to describe social deviants.
Breeder
Containment Facility – a warehouse for females
awaiting purchase/breeding.
Alpha – An alpha (lower case) is a male who tested and deemed by Protocol
to be physically fit, strong, aggressive and dominant. By virtue of their
superior genetics, only alphas are permitted to reproduce. An Alpha (uppercase)
denotes one of only five ruling Commanders of planet Parseon.
Beta – A male of secondary status. Betas have been tested and deemed by
Protocol to lack aggression and dominance, so they fulfill the support
functions of Parseon society and serve as domestic partners to alphas. It’s
been said that betas can be exceptionally cruel.
Breeder – Female. The most inferior, substandard members of society. Their
primary function is to serve as reproductive incubators for alphas. Their
secondary function is an ancillary sexual outlet for betas. Few alphas would
lower themselves to engage in intercourse with a breeder—except for mating or
to take possession of another alphas property.
Bridge
of Amity – A formal ritualized gesture/position
ostensibly used to demonstrate friendship. In reality, the first one to
initiate a bridge of amity in effect neutralizes an enemy’s defenses.
Enclave – a settlement of drakor. A group of males who have accepted
females as their betas.
There’s a word that’s not on this list
because it doesn’t exist in the Parseon language….love.
BREEDER by Cara Bristol:
To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a
ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to
impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner.
As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question
the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command
and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.
Breeder explores the concepts of
gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes
graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and violence,
including nonconsensual domestic discipline.
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Excerpt from Breeder:
If not for the sneeze, Dak would have
exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When
he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat
in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment
Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.
Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed.
“What about her?”
The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther
in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”
Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s
interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders
he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.
“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.
“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and
opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small
enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.
The naked female drew into a tighter ball
and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had
preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He
wasn’t just an alpha. He was the
Alpha.
This breeder’s lack of respect and failure
to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak
frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”
Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn,
ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s
hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he
moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the
female’s arm.
“You will stand.” He hauled her upright.
She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to
reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked
within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen
so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong
immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders
by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill
or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed
like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she
wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would
throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.
“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.
“She refuses to bathe.”
As Dak scrutinized her facial features for
shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her
lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but
to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.
He released her face, stepped back, and
assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas
included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head
failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too,
although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of
the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was
experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle,
causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last
time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads
of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she
trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage,
and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated
breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His
command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long
stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him
with a physical outlet as well.
“What is she called?” Dak asked.
“Her sire named her Omra.”
Peace, it meant.
He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and
slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check
the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a
centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only
grazed the tip of his finger.
Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I
apologize. I will have her flogged.”
“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He
unclipped the sudon from his belt.
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