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 know why I find that statement so comforting. The pain in my ass has transformed itself into a hot ache. It is not gone, but it is not bad anymore. I think my body is good at taking punishment. Maybe I even crave it. Maybe that’s why I tried to bite her. To see what would happen.
And now I know. He’ll take me in hand, and put me over his lap. He will humble me. He will punish me. He will make me cry if that is what is necessary. And then he will comfort me.
“You’re aroused,” he notes.
I am soaking wet.
“I cannot tend to your animal needs now, pet,” he says, his voice thick with lust that reciprocates my desire. “But I can enjoy the way they feel. Your need is my pleasure as much as it is yours. Stay with it while we finish our obligations here, pet. Immerse yourself in imagining what I might do to you, what you might be allowed to receive from me. Keep me entertained with your desire.”
“Won’t everyone be able to hear me?”
His teeth flash sharply, canines long and dangerous. “Yes,” he grins. “And they will know that you burn for me.”
I blush and hide my face in his chest and he cuddles me close, and the worst of the punishment is already forgotten.
Again, I revel in the safety of his arms, and in the sense that he is stronger and more capable than I have the capacity to be. I am human. Softly human. I am limited. And he is massive, with an intellect I can barely begin to understand, let alone match. And he has claws. And big hands. And he knows how to make me ache, and burn, and beg…
I feel him rumble next to me. “I need to obtain a private room for us,” he says. “You are about to turn this entire entanglement into an orgy if you are not careful. Such a hot little thing. You generate sexual energy.”
I curl up in his arms, my hip finding the hard staff in his pants. None of these creatures wear much in the way of clothing. He is still in his tight black underwear and nothing else. Physically, nobody can see because my body is in the way, but I slide my hand down beneath his pants and wrap my hand around his thick cock.
I feel him stiffen, both in my hand, and in general.
“What are you doing?” He murmurs the question softly.
“Touching you.”
He looks around, then back down at me.
“I can’t shield my thoughts from everyone,” he says. “They will know.”
I wish I cared, I think to myself.
He snorts, and I know he caught the message.
I squeeze his cock and stroke it. He reaches down and catches my wrist in his much larger hand and shakes his head at me. “Not here, and not now, pet. I am pleased at you taking the initiative…” His voice trails off into a groan as I squeeze my fingers around him.
“I wanna get out of here,” I say.
“I know,” he says. “This place must seem very strange to you, but you can’t seduce your way out of uncomfortable situations every time…”
I grip him tighter again, and I don’t need to be a mind-reader to tell that he is trying to decide if that is actually true or not.
“Are we going to have to speak out loud to get your attention now, Tasin?”
A stunning blue alien wearing very little comes up to us, and I release Freak’s cock because now I am shy about what I am doing. I look into the face of the newcomer and see glowing eyes, flashing teeth, incomparable wisdom.
I really am an animal compared to these beings. But they are also more powerful and more feral. They are more of everything. Always.
Every time I meet another one of them, I feel smaller and more animal.
“I just wish they’d put clothes on,” I mumble to myself.
“She doesn’t think we’re clothed?” The alien heard me clearly.
“She can’t see the clothes,” Freak explains. “She can see the underwear, but not the metaphysical trappings.”
“Humans can’t see metaphysical adornments?”
“They see what is there, and not what is not. Well, some of the time. It is possible to activate their imaginations sufficiently that they are able to create soft realities, but on a base level… no. They cannot.”
“So she thinks we’re all in our underwear?”
“I mean, in a sense, we are all in our underwear,” Freak smiles.
The alien throws back his head and laughs. “Oh, my god. What a priceless little thing. I should get one for my own. No. I couldn’t possibly. I don’t have the time to train one. They’re basically wild, aren’t they?”
I turn out to be a very controversial appendage. Another alien approaches our little group and begins to weigh in without so much as a by your leave.