Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He pulls me up and I feel myself leave the ground but remain impaled on him. He dangles me from his powerful grip and he fucks me like he needs me. He fucks me like coming inside my ass is the most important thing he will ever do. I am thoroughly possessed, twisting in his grip as my empty pussy quivers with the strength of two separate orgasms it has yet been denied.
“Come over here and play with her,” he demands. “Do what needs to be done, barbarian.”
He pulls back and twists me around, so now I am once more facing upward. My sex is still being held high, my ass is still being filled. My face is the lowest part of me. I am being rutted in the dirt, as I have been before.
Kronos’ shadow falls over me, and I feel a light slap on my pussy, a surprise given it comes from the most gentlemanly of my alien mates. Emrys holds my legs apart, keeping me upside down, keeping me exposed, keeping my ass full as the barbarian starts to do things no respectable husband would ever do to a respectable wife. He pinches and rolls my clit between his fingers, the juices of my pussy combining with the slippery remnants of his seed to create a lubricant that makes every touch of his rough hands feel like a caress.
This is the difference between one who is using me brutally with no thought for my pleasure, and two who love me in their own twisted ways. They want me to feel pleasure. They want me to be properly satisfied.
I start to come while I am still being fucked. I writhe and moan and cry out as pleasure rushes through me in those powerful waves that make my pussy clench and my toes curl and my body squirm back and forth between my filthy alien husbands who are worshipping the chalice of my flesh.
Emrys grunts as my desperate motions put him over the edge. He likes to be self-controlled. He likes to decide when he climaxes. But a hot human ass writhing on his cock is too much even for this royal valker. His fangs are exposed as his lips curl and he lets out a cry more like a howl, pumping my ass full of his seed while Kronos ensures that my pussy continues to contact and draw his seed deeper inside me.
Emrys pulls free, but I am still upside down, soaked and filthy and covered in come when we collectively hear a voice of stern disapproval.
“What have you two done?”
I let out a giggle as Atlas comes striding out of the house, baby monitor in hand, an expression of intense displeasure on his human mask. Seeing him upside down does little to make him look less irritated.
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. Missionary only! Anything else breaks her programming!”
“I’m not fucking this perfect thing missionary,” Emrys says. “And, scythkin, you have no right to tell us how to fuck.”
“Look at her. I had her in perfect housewife mode when she went outside and now she’s back to being a feral blood soaked, come covered…” he draws in a breath and lets out a deep sigh. “This is supposed to be a place for her to be proper. A good wife and mother. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
Emrys swings me up into his arms, catching me as I come squealing through the air.
“None of us want that,” he says, my butt perched on his forearm as he snugs me tight.
“What none of us want is a lose, pregnant human doing whatever she pleases in an infinite universe. I’m going to have to recondition her.”
“Not yet,” Emrys says. “I like talking to the real woman. The one you make is boring. She smiles at nothing and makes comments about the weather.”
“That’s small talk! It’s an indication of a settled and healthy human mind. The smaller the talk, the happier the human. That’s science.”
There’s something about the way Atlas says that’s science which makes me think it might not be.
“Stop reminding her of the past. Let her settle here. She is doing well, most of the time, until you start winding her up. It makes her start to question things, and that makes her fight the programming. It’s not good for her.”
“Being kept like a doll in a doll house isn’t good for her either,” Emrys says.
“Isn’t it? She’s had one baby in calm and safety. She’s not gotten into any trouble at all. She’s been happy and settled and she has a future here. If you fuck with this, Emrys, I will make you pay.”
Atlas is not happy. Kronos also looks on with an unhappy expression. Nobody is entirely pleased with the way things are going. I remember everything by this stage. I know that I am stuck in this simulation, a place designed to keep a human safely tucked away living a fake life.