Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Finally,” she moans. “They’re gone.”
“You were gripping and squeezing on purpose. You were trying to make me come.”
A giggle is all I get in response, and even that is more verbal confirmation than I need. She’s so disobedient, and it is time I started to tame her.
“Bad girl!” I spank her ass hard. I want it to hurt. I want her to feel truly chastised. I am keeping her on my cocks, but I push her forward and I spank her ass as hard and as much as I can while rocking her back and forth on my cocks, making her fuck herself on both my dicks until she tips over the edge and falls into screaming orgasm.
I can feel her coming, her sex gripping me tight and trying its best to milk me. Her body seeks insemination. Every part of her is made to take my come. But she will not have it yet. She will suffer a harder, more thorough spanking.
“Ow! Ouch! Aie!” She cries out, wriggling tight on my cocks. The harder I spank her, the closer I get to coming. It’s not just the way she feels. It’s the way she sounds. That pain is evident in her voice and her mind and it ignites a very old part of my psyche, something the Cupid pretend no longer exists, a sadistic joy that makes my cocks explode. I can no longer resist the imperative to spend myself inside her holes. My cocks swell and seed inside her, filling her up and sending her into an orgasmic haze.
She’s barely conscious as I ease her off my phalluses. My come really reacts with her human biology, making her much more compliant and obedient, but also little more than a floppy mannequin. I will wait until she comes around from it, and then she and I will have words.
***
For the next several days, I work with my human fiancee. She is trying ever so hard to keep up the appearance of being a competent worker, so hard that she does in fact quickly become a competent worker. She may not be a scientist, or a martial artist, but she does have a keen grasp on the nature of humanity.
It is hard to keep my hands off her, and I do not always succeed. Time and time again her soft body wraps around my hard cocks and I pleasure myself with her gorgeous flesh. I keep her largely for and to myself, for I know that if she comes into contact with too many other Cupid too quickly, my judgment and motivation for hiring her will soon be called into question. I am molding her, slowly but surely into a more externally acceptable version of herself, one that will fool the others. In loving this woman, her deception has become my deception.
6 I GOT A BILLION PROBLEMS
Jessica
I’m doing it. I’m doing the thing.
My first week as an alien’s personal assistant is over and I haven’t been fired. That’s probably because I am sleeping with the boss, but I am not the first person to do that, and I won’t be the last.
On the sixth day, I wake up in my unbelievably comfortable bed, with the softest sheets known to any species in the universe cradling me atop the comfiest mattress in creation. I feel very spoiled and very fortunate. When I look out the window, I am able to look down at literally everybody on Earth. This sort of view could really go to your head. I also have the intrusive thought that I should jump out the window, because my dumb monkey brain thinks I’ll fall to Earth, when in reality I’ll float about suffocating.
“Good morning.”
“Fucking Christ!” I curse, leaping around to face Cir, who has once again walked into my apartment like he owns the place. I guess he does. Though he tells me I am his fiancee, we do not yet live together. He doesn’t have to tell me about the need to keep up appearances. I’m familiar enough with the mechanics of shame to know when I’m being hidden.
“Am I late to work again?”
Cir chuckles. “No. Today is your day off.”
“It is? Awesome! So, uh, what…”
“What am I doing here? I was wondering if you would be interested in a tour of the station. You should be familiar with the place you live.”
“I guess I should,” I say. “Give me a moment to get dressed.”
“Yes. Get dressed, and then I will take you to breakfast.”
Breakfast sounds absolutely amazing. I haven’t actually explored the Halo very much yet. I’m half-afraid I will get lost if I go by myself, or somehow caught out in my lie. I’ve kept myself to my apartment and my work.
The Halo station is impressive, but I would not have expected anything else. Cir leads me through enchanted halls to a grand open dining hall in which the Cupid swarm. There must be over a thousand of them here. It is a very large space, even larger than Times Square, and twice as bright, lit with an almost ethereal sun glow. There are pillars, columns, and plenty of coiled and artistic elements hanging between them. The overall ambiance is of an enchanted hall. I feel incredibly small and helplessly human amid this mass of Cupid.