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)
She is half-crying as I fuck her, moaning and whimpering and occasionally sniffling. She is open to me, showing me all her emotions as I pump my thick blue cock in and out of her. Her hips arch and she presents herself in that way human females do when they really want to be filled with seed.
She needs to be bred. Repeatedly and deeply. She needs a dose of my cum daily in order to remember where she stands with me. I might have to spank and fuck her every morning to settle her mind into the right frame for the day.
“Come for me, pet,” I croon, leaning down to fasten my teeth on the back of her neck. I could force the orgasm if I wanted, but I am content to ride her to it, practicing the arch of my hips to make my cock move just the right way inside her tender pussy.
“Come for me, or I’m going to spank your ass for disobeying me.” I add a threat, which makes her pussy instantly tighten on my cock.
“Come for me,” I command a third time. I add additional stimulation by reaching under her and rubbing her clit with the pads of my fingers, forcing her toward climax.
She comes almost as easily as if her clit were a switch and I had just pressed it. She melts around my cock, her pussy gripping me as hot rushes of her juices flood my thrusting rod.
I may be an advanced creature existing across dimensions, but I cannot resist this base animal intensity. Her orgasm triggers mine, and I release myself into her, my seed filling her sweet womb.
“Good girl,” I praise when we have recovered for a moment, pulling my cock free of that sweet grip of her pussy. Her ass is pleasingly red. I give it another few slaps to remind her that she can be spanked at any time.
She growls at me.
I grip the back of her neck and turn her over to face me.
“Excuse me? What was that noise, pet?” I snarl the question at her with quiet, but ferocious intensity.
She looks up at me, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming.
“Uhm, nothing?” She tries to play it off as if it did not happen. I could punish her for it. I would be well within my rights to do so. But I choose to show mercy instead.
I have already given her pain and pleasure.
Now I will see what she does with it.
“Careful, brat,” I growl.
“Yessir,” she mumbles, lowering her eyes from mine.
I let her get away with it.
CHAPTER 3
Mara
That was hot. He is hot. I am having a good time.
I’m not supposed to be having a good time. I’m supposed to be sacrificing myself to save the colony, not to mention finding my lost father. I have missions to accomplish, and instead I am spreading my legs for an advanced alien who sees me as little more than a possession.
I feel guilty as I remember all of that, once the arousal settles down, the thrill of punishment wanes, and even the afterglow of orgasm starts to dissipate.
The colony sent me to the sun because they believed my blood would bring rain. The rains more or less evaporated after my father left. I do not understand how the two events were linked, but it seems like they must have been.
The only reason the colony hasn’t dried up and blown away is because of the machines we use to make hydrogen dioxide. Hydrogen and oxygen are fortunately plentiful. There’s drinking water and water for farm stock and plants. Some say that’s enough. But nature is not surviving the way it used to, the planet itself is dying, and that has ramifications.
Freak catches my mood shift, because he is so sensitive to energy and because he can probably read my mind. Sometimes that feels intrusive. Other times, it feels like I’m being saved a lot of communication work.
“Why do you look so solemn, pet?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about how to restore rain to the planet without burning up in the sun.”
He gives me a slightly pained expression. “You do understand that plan was never going to bring the rains back. You burning up in the sun does nothing to change the ecology of a planet. Your colony is going to have to adjust to a changing world. It may be best for them to seek new worlds.”
“They don’t want to do that. It’s one of the original colonies.”
He directs my attention to his eyes with a gesture. “Pet,” he says. “I want you to understand that is not your responsibility, and even if it were—and I repeat, it is not—you could not change the rains. A planet’s water cycle is greater than the efforts of a single human.”
“I mean, couldn’t we get more rain by raising temperatures? Or, shouldn’t the water we’re manufacturing be going into the atmosphere and being recycled as precipitation?”