Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
That I'm the one to give this to him.
He makes a small “unh” in his throat, as if he can't help himself, and that little sound makes heat pour through my system. I'm wet between my thighs, my pulse throbbing, and I work his shaft faster, my grip tighter. He makes that sound again, and then jerks his hips, thrusting into my grasp.
All the while, he stares down at me, never breaking eye contact.
"I've got you," I tell him softly. "Let me give you pleasure. Let me show you how beautiful I find you, Crulden."
His claws make another horrible scraping sound on the tile above my head, but it only excites me more. He thrusts into my grip, shuttling against my hand, and I'm utterly fascinated at how this has turned from me giving him pleasure into something we're sharing. I look down, breaking eye contact, so I can watch. He pounds into my soapy, towel-covered fist, the head of his cock sliding out the other side over and over, teasing, and I can't help myself—I reach out to brush my fingers over that purpled head.
Crulden erupts. With a hard grunt, semen floods out of him, spattering all over my wet shift and over my hands. His cock pulses in my grasp, and it's like I can feel his release as my own. I suck in a breath, utterly fascinated as he comes and comes, covering me in his release even as he plunges into my tight fist. I squeeze harder, trying to make the pleasure last, until he gives one final thrust and then sags against the tile, caging me underneath him.
I've just changed everything between us. But I feel good. Happy. Pleased.
Almost as satisfied as Crulden.
20
CRULDEN
My head is awash with a maelstrom of emotion. Mina's small form is wet under me, and my seed covers the front of her gown. I push back from the tile and gaze down at her. Her soft hair is now wet and sticks to her head, making her face seem that much more fragile. Her dark brows lift as she studies my expression, and she smiles up at me.
"I liked that," she says simply.
As if it was nothing. As if she did not tear my world apart and remake it with her small hands.
Mina slides along the tile, moving out of my grasp, and I watch, dazed, as she moves toward the stack of towels waiting at the edge of the showers. "Mind if I take a quick wash, too?"
Mind? She could shove a knife between my ribs right now and I would not mind.
The human gets a fresh towel and pauses, plucking at her wet shift. To my surprise, she soaps it and heads back to me, determined to finish her washing of my body. "You're the important one," she reminds me. "No one cares if a human slave is a little grimy."
Her movements are brisk, and she even cleans my genitals with quick, gentle touches, then steers me back under the spray so I can rinse off. All the while, I stand there dumbly, my cock throbbing with the aftermath of my release. I can't stop watching her as she strips off her now-dirty shift and tosses it onto the tile, then steps under the spray of a different showerhead and begins to wash her hair. "You're going to have to do your own hair," she tells me. "I can't reach yours."
And she points at the hair-soap dispenser as if this is normal for us. As if nothing has changed.
I cannot seem to think straight. Luckily, washing my mane does not require much thinking so I do as she commands, soaping up the thick ruff of fur that coats my head and my neck. Mina touched me of her own volition. She worked my cock and made me come.
She said I was beautiful to her.
I search through my memories, trying to recall if I have ever been with a female before. There is nothing, only more blanks. I bite back a growl of frustration. Why is it that I know three dozen fighting moves and yet I cannot recall a single face before I woke up here? It makes no sense, and it angers me. I shove the thoughts away.
I don't need to think of other females anyhow. Mina is enough for me. I don't want my thoughts polluted by another. I want to just think of her, of her sweet scent, of how she boldly held my gaze while she stroked my cock, as if she was challenging me…and I loved it.
My brains feel rattled, even as a curious sort of laziness slides through my veins. Coming with Mina like that felt…good. I feel relaxed now. I'm tired, too. Tonight I will not be able to watch her sleep for long, I don't think. I'm going to drop right off to sleep and I'm not even angry about it. Maybe if I dream, I'll dream about Mina's hands on me again, this time without a towel and soap. Just Mina, with that defiant look, daring me not to like her touch.