Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I don’t get a choice?”
“Pets do not get to choose their owners, pet. Pets are taken, the way you have been.” I smooth my hand over her cheeks, then smack her again. The sensation is pleasing. The way her flesh bounces beneath my hand makes my cock twitch with growing arousal.
I want to be inside her, but first I am going to make sure she understands her place with me. I want her to feel it in her body. These words are effective for stoking her responses, but she won’t really know anything until each and every one of her cells knows it. That is how humans are. They are beautifully physical creatures able to turn thought into matter with an uncanny ability.
Most alien species regard humans as primitive because of their limited mental telepathy abilities, and their reliance on physical communication styles. Sound, for instance. Barely any alien species use sound anymore. But humans are addicted to it.
I am enjoying the sounds she is making too. She is incredibly expressive. All she has are the physical movements of this darling body, and the sounds she can make, and she uses both to alluring advantage. My species tends to be very still during mating because the psychic connection is so strong. Usually there is no movement at all after insertion has occurred. It was not that way at all when she and I mated. The urge to thrust and ravage her was uncontrollable.
Changing to suit her needs is no hardship. Every moan, every movement, every drifting scent of pheromone-laced need makes me want her more. It seems to me as if she is sex incarnate, a perfect creature made for mating.
“Do you need to be mated again, pet?”
“Uhm…” She doesn’t know how to respond, because she does not know what being mated truly means.
“Had you had sex before, pet? Had you lain with a man?”
She makes a grunting sound that could go either way. It does not really matter. She could have been with several human men. It does not compare in any way to what it is like being taken by me.
“You were a virgin to me,” I growl down at her, squeezing her hot ass. “What we did before? That was the first time I took you, and the last time you lie with anyone besides me. I own you now.”
She makes a soft little whimper of human excitement, and arches her hips up to me. She is offering herself again, but she still does not truly understand what it is I am saying to her.
“When humans marry, it is until death do they part. When a Psyon claims his mate, it is for eternity.”
I educate her while she writhes for me prettily. I have let my hand drop a little lower between her legs, and started to tease the tender chalice that will soon be mine again.
She lets out a moan, but I know she does not truly understand what that means. “It means forever, pet. It means now, it means in the future, and it means in the past as well. Now that I have claimed you, there will never again exist any potential universe in which you are not mine.”
She continues to moan as I speak, my fingertips teasing her slick clit as her body eagerly lubricates in anticipation of being claimed.
“Do you understand?” I tap her bottom sharply to try to get a more coherent response from her, though I know the likelihood of her human mind being in any state to understand much of anything besides how much she needs my cock is low.
I pick her up, and I turn her to face me, straddling my lap. I grip her hips and I hold her over the thick blue scimitar of my cock while she squirms her hips and tries to lower herself down.
This is how I should have done it the first time. It’s how I would have done it if I hadn’t been trying to sate my own needs so desperately, running from the horrors of captivity, acting more like a man than a Psyon.
“Patience, pet,” I murmur. “Look into my eyes.”
She makes eye contact with me, and I look through those all too human brown-green hues to see her mind and soul, the core of her. They are as perfect as any being could be. They are each still with me, waiting for me to perform the act that has, in truth, already happened, and will already happen.
“Please,” she whimpers in that soft little voice.
I can deny her no longer. I lower her onto my cock, spreading her tight, wet sex around the flared head of my rod. I feel her part for me and then I feel her envelop me. She is incredibly tight, her body gripping me, drawing me in even as I slowly impale her. I am in complete control, but of course in some sense that is an illusion because we are locked together. We are becoming the property of one another. I am as bound to her as she is to me. There is no longer anything between us. We are sealed.