The Death of Breeding

August 6, 2134

I wake to the sound of my mother calling me down to breakfast. I dragged myself out of bed, pulled a robe on, and headed downstairs. 

My mother waits for me at the bottom of the stairwell, tapping her foot impatiently with her arms crossed.

"It's about time," she huffs. She's not angry, she's just impatient and doesn't like to wait for people. Especially me.

My birthday was a couple of days ago, but that doesn't change anything.

Today is the day that the Breeder learns his place in this House and his one job. My one job.

I reach the long dining table as my mother begins, "Yesterday went well, as for today you're off to an unsatisfactory start. But we can work with that. Finish your breakfast and meet me in the Eve Room."

I sit down and start shoveling oatmeal with raspberries on top into my mouth, my favorite breakfast. There's toast on the side, but I don't eat that with as much eagerness.

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She calls it the Eve room for two reasons: first because it's short for "event" and that's where we are dressed for any kind of event; secondly, it's kind of a play on Adam and Eve. And with the whole breeding thing, that's what the room is mostly used for.

I push the double doors inward to find the same dress from yesterday being tailored. It looks different. It's still white, but it's no longer a nightgown style. It's shorter, and I can tell it will be tighter on me too, to accent my curves.

My mother knows what she's doing, and I trust her for the most part, though I'm not excited about my ass falling out of the bottom of the dress. I'm not gifted in the bust area either, but this dress will make sure that any curves I have will be exaggerated to the max.

The tailor finishes up and beckons for me to try it on. So I do. She removes it from the mannequin and hands it to me.

I enter the dressing room and begin peeling off the silk nightgown I wore last night. I gently pull the dress over my head, noting how stretchy and comfortable it is. When I look in the mirror, it appears so much different than what I had expected it to look like.

The straps are gone and have been replaced with off the shoulder sleeves. And the open back has been removed, giving it a sexier club-like look.

I look hot. Lifting my mouth off the floor, I slowly turn around, examining the dress. It's flattering, and it makes me look desirable.

Bree will like it, that's for sure. But I'm not sure how ready I am for the First Night. Most girls don't get pregnant the first time, but that's the whole point. Our purpose is to breed and to continue the family line.

But I don't feel ready.

~

The room is dark again, despite the supposed "automatic" lights. It's not hard to navigate, though, it's always neat and clean. He's waiting on the bed, wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans. He smiles as I walk into the room, and motions for me to sit next to him.

As I sit on the bed, I let my hand find his. Though it feels awkward at first, it's comforting to know that he wants me to feel safe before anything happens. I can't see much, the curtains are drawn and no light seeps through, but I can tell that his eyes are boring down on me.

I shiver under his gaze and turn to meet it. He's smiling still, and he opens his mouth the speak, but I prevent hushed words with my small fingers. He pulls my hand away and speaks regardless of my efforts.

"This isn't my first time. I know what to do, I won't hurt you." He pauses for a moment, almost uncertain whether he wants to continue. He looks down at his lap, "I don't want to hurt you. We don't have to do anything, I can lie."

Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I take my hand from his and fiddle with the other in my own lap. "No, mother would find out," I whisper, "We have to. But maybe we can start with just laying down?"

I lift my lashes to find his green eyes locked on me, and he nods. We position ourselves on the bed, me on my back, and him lying on his side, propped on one arm.

He somehow takes in my ensemble and looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he breathes.

My cheeks flush red, but I manage to mutter a small "thanks" in response. I turn to look at him, the jet black hair, green eyes, and muscular build that I seem to have forgotten since yesterday. Perhaps it won't be so bad.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks.

I nod. It happens in slow motion, him leaning down, pulling my face gently to his, and softly molding his lips against mine. Though it felt slow at first, it was over far too fast.

He leans down and kisses me again, gently pulling at the sleeves on my dress, making my heart race in my chest. He pauses giving me a chance to catch my breath. I sit up and pull the dress over my head slowly and delicately. As my breasts are exposed to Bree's naked eye I shiver.

After a moment he brushes his thumb over my left nipple and leans down to kiss my collar bone. He tugs his jeans off of his body and tosses them to the side. His erection slides between my thighs with ease, and though it's scary, he makes it feel good.

He performs his job with delicate excellence, and it's over before I know it. When he tries to pull his body away from mine I wrap my legs around his back and ask him to stay. We lay together for a few minutes, but he breaks the silent peace and suggests we get dressed.

"Are you okay?" He asks, not meeting my eyes.

I nod and slide my dress back on. "It didn't hurt, it felt good."

He chuckles and smiles at me. After a second passes, he says, "Good thing because otherwise I'd be paid a lot less," jokingly.

When he finishes dressing he dips his head to kiss my cheek. I grasp his hand and bite my lip, and before long we're kissing again.

As I lean in for another, a sudden explosion sounds in my ear. I jerk upright and scramble to the edge of the bed. When I reach the window I wrench the curtains open to find a gaping hole in the ground spewing clouds of smoke from its depths.

Bree was apparently right behind me because I run into him as I turn. I stare at him wide-eyed, and his hand is around my waist and whirling me out of the room before I can say a thing. He guides me through my house with astounding accuracy and speed for having only been through it once.

Another explosion sounds as we round the corner. We almost topple my mother on our way, and she stumbles but doesn't fall.

"What on Earth are you two doing?" She spat.

I gaped, barely finding the words, "There was an explosion. It nearly hit the house."

Mother's eyes widen in shock, though it is not the look of an innocent bystander. It's the look of confirmed suspicions. She knew.

Anger burns behind my eyes as I shove past her, pulling Bree along behind me. I lead us through the remainder of the hallways and out of the house.

Once we're outside I stare wide-eyed at the horrific scene I find before me. All of the houses down my block are ablaze. Our house was struck while we were making our escape, and my house begins to burn, making crackling noises as if the fire was laughing at us.

I'm hustled toward an SUV in the driveway, losing Bree's hand in the process. I look up and find a tall dark man who then half-pushes me into the truck. He slams the door and opens the other for my mother who comes running.

She climbs into the front seat and tells the driver to leave the Breeder. My hands fly to the window and the SUV peels out of the driveway, leaving Bree, knocked unconscious on the ground, behind.

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Well, cliffhangers are difficult to leave readers with, because I can feel your agony. I promise to write soon, let me know what you think will happen next in the comments!

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