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)
“Oh, my fucking gods, how did you do that?”
“It’s one of my skills,” he says.
“It’s like horny drugs,” I say. “You’re like a substance of some kind. You’re fucking…” I am finding it so hard to gather any of my thoughts. I have been addled by that orgasm. I feel high. I think I’m high.
* * *
Freak
She wants so badly to be impaled on my cock right now. I can smell her need, even through that cute spacesuit. I want to strip her out of it. But this is not about fucking her. I want her to submit to being my pet.
“Now tell me, do you want to be my pet? Do you want to wear my collar, walk on my leash, take my cock deep inside you? Or would you rather sit on this station and try to get a warranty claim on a piece of space junk that shouldn’t have been warranted in the first place? That thing was one sneeze away from imploding in deep space.”
“Yeah,” she says. “That was weird. The ship.” Her voice is vague, because she cannot think about the ship, or what happened there. All she wants is for me to tear her suit off her the same way I ripped through the hull of her ship, and claim her for my own.
I can see how hard she is fighting her own desire for submission. Poor little thing. She is working under the impression she is not allowed to be taken care of. She thinks that it would be unnatural to be mine, when in truth it would be the most right and proper thing in the universe.
“It’s only weird if you live in a world where everyone is trustworthy and wants the best for you. But you do not live in that world. You never have. You live in a world, a universe, really, where the strong and the brutal and the ruthless claim all. The kind, the meek, and the credulous all suffer and pay for their naivety over and over.”
* * *
Mara
This dark philosophy is accompanied by the slow stroking of my pussy with his real fingers. The pads are hot enough to stimulate my clit with more than enough to reignite my pleasure.
“I can’t think when you do that,” I complain.
“That is the idea, pet. The less you think at the moment, the better. We are about to embark on a grand adventure of the kind I’d bet you’ve always wanted.”
“How did you know that?”
“I tasted it on your blood,” he says. “I can taste pretty much anything on someone’s blood.”
“Is that how you did it to the alien at the docks?”
“No,” he says, sliding his fingers back and forth along the seam of my suit. “Time to take this off, I think, pet.”
“What about you?” I ask. “Isn’t it time you took your underwear off?”
“I don’t know if you are ready to see what I am working with, pet,” he says. “It is quite an intimidating appendage for a human woman to behold.” He smirks as he speaks, and I know he’s trying to make me beg.
He’s going to drive me to the limits of my patience and what I can tolerate. Every swirl of his fingers is taking me closer to the point where I can’t hold back. I am gyrating against his hand, imagining what he looks like beneath those tight pants that cover so little. Is his manhood like a human man’s?
“Tell me you want to see my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Say the words, pet. Don’t just think them.”
I am too erotically befuddled to notice entirely what a strange sentence that is. He bites my neck again, lightly, but effectively, and I feel that oddly serene sensation of being perfectly aroused.
I feel as though I am melting. The edges of my mind and body are starting to blur and I am realizing that there’s never really been an edge anyway, just the illusion of one. I can feel him inside me already, because I am inside him.
Fucking gods, I am high as hell right now, so fucking aroused that it feels like an actual chemical hit. I reach for him, my hands sliding over his thick chest, fingertips cataloging each and every ripple of alien muscle as I lose all semblance of propriety and turn absolutely fucking feral instead.
My fingers find the top of his garment and pull down. He arches toward me to allow me to do it more easily, releasing the bite on my neck too, to let me have more movement. I am panting with need, my mouth watering with desire. There is no part of me that does not crave him. I need him so badly I don’t know how I ever lived without him. I’m addicted to him, and I haven’t even had him yet. If I were in control of my senses, I’d be freaking the fuck out. But I’m not, so all I can do is follow my instincts, just like the animal he refers to me as.