Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I yawn a little. It’s unavoidable, though I try to hide it.
My mates do not miss it. Not even a little.
“She should rest,” Kronos says. “It has been a big day for her, and a long examination.”
“You’re right,” Sharp agrees.
Boss nods.
I am sent back to bed, not having made any impression on them at all regarding my sexual liberation. They believe I am theirs, made for their use, and there is nothing I can do to change their minds.
I fall asleep somewhat frustrated by it all, but also awash in the aftermath of the sensations of the vet’s drugs. I truly did feel so incredibly good with whatever it was he gave me. I wonder if I could get more. I bet full sex with that stuff on board would be absolutely transcendent.
I wake in what feels like the middle of the night, to strong arms sliding under my back and my knees, lifting me from my bed. I am wearing a light nightgown, because the ship is always warm, and nothing else.
When I open my eyes, I see Kronos. He looks down at me with his handsome barbaric yet alien features and flickers a little wink at me.
“Shhh,” he whispers.
He carries me out of the ship, never once putting me down, and takes me through the station. It’s night now, and the sky is absolutely fantastic. Three moons are clear above us, one red, one blue, and one green, all hanging about in orbit of a distant planet around which the station also orbits.
“Are we supposed to be doing this?” I giggle the question, because I can already feel in my gut that the answer is no.
He doesn’t answer, so I try again.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you,” Kronos says simply. “They can talk about this all they want, but there is only one thing to be done, and we all know it.”
He carries me into a park at the outskirts, where terraforming has created a hilly grassy area with great big bushes of pretty alien flowers that provide privacy for what feels very much like an area designed for illicit trysts.
Underneath three moons, he lies down with me in the grass and peels my nightgown up and over my head, leaving me naked in the multicolored moonlight. His big hands roam my body, stroking, caressing, and spreading my legs.
He has worn a loincloth and a shirt and boots. The shirt is open; the loincloth is not an impediment to the thick scimitar of his cock rising against me. I lie back, fascinated, aroused, and enjoying the feeling of being somehow naughty with Kronos.
My mates have always taken me as they pleased. I have never heard them argue about who fucks me, or when. But there is something in his eyes, and in the way he stole me out of the ship that makes this interlude feel fun and conspiratorial.
He covers my body with his and uses his arms to keep himself propped up to avoid crushing me. My legs spread naturally around his hips, and I feel his cock slide up and down the length of my slit. I am still wet from earlier today. It feels as though my body has been primed to be fucked.
“I am going to breed you,” he growls. “I am going to come so deep inside your rebellious little fucking hole you swell with my child.”
It’s so wrong, but it’s so damn hot. Wait. Is it wrong? I don’t know. When your whole life is dedicated to not getting pregnant, the very act of allowing yourself to have sex with someone who might breed you feels deliciously subversive. There’s a part of my mind telling me that we are not meant to be doing this, that we should be safe, whatever that means in this context. I never really used to consider the fact that I might get pregnant before. There was something in the back of my mind that told me it couldn’t happen. Maybe I knew about the chip somehow. I don’t remember knowing, but memory is so dodgy.
I feel him settle the hot, throbbing head of his cock at the entrance of my body. There has been barely any physical foreplay, but my body remains in that state of arousal conjured in my medical examination, and I coat the head of his alien rod with my own very human wetness.
“No,” I whimper, not meaning it at all.
“Yes,” he growls.
He thrusts his cock inside me in one hard, rough motion.
“Fuck!” I curse.
He pins me down and ruts me like an animal, his thick cock spreading me so fucking wide it feels like I can hardly take it. He is not being gentle. He is not being tender. He is mating me like the brutal fucking barbarian he is. He is staking his claim deep inside me.