Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Your behavior today was disgraceful. You are going to be punished and you are going to be bred. Do you understand?"
"Yes?" I squeak the word as a question, little thrills rushing through me as I realize he is not asking for my permission. He is only asking if I know the meaning of his words.
My response doesn't seem to please him, because he starts smacking my ass with sharp strokes that make my flesh sting.
"I am going to train you to obedience. Because of your rebellion, I am going to make you sore, and I am going to mate you. You are going to be a vessel for my seed. Sometimes that will be pleasurable for you. But today, you are going to learn that you are mine, and that you have earned a good, long, disciplinary session on my dick.”
Those words make me flush with heat and excitement. Of course I should not want to be ravaged by an alien I barely know — but I have seen Captain Raine do it, and I have to assume Captain Sullivan has also been bent over for the alpha who captured her. Getting captured and having one’s pussy fucked is starting to be a rite of passage on this planet. I can feel a little trickle of need escaping my interior, just a small indication of the excitement and heat that is pulsing through my pussy.
He does just as he promises, spanking me with swift, stinging strokes that I know must only use a fraction of his power but sting me terribly.
“You are in a very dangerous situation,” he lectures. “You do not need to also become the dangerous situation.”
I can feel him rising against me, his alien mating rod very human in that respect. I have heard of all kinds of alien cocks, but these saurians have a very similar mechanism of breeding to humans. They have a thick, stiff rod of flesh that penetrates and delivers their genetic material into the body of the human… I mean, my body. I mean, oh fuck.
I know he is going to mate with me. More than that, I know he is going to breed me. I have no choice in the matter. I have been caught, and this is what happens when a fertile human female is captured by a virile alien male. We are fucked.
He stops spanking me, which is a small and tender mercy, picks me up, and lays me down on my back on the bed. I could get up. I could run. But I don’t. I lie there as he stands towering over me, those dark eyes set in emerald scales staring down at me with an expression of dark, dominant possession, as he rids himself of the last physical barriers between us.
“Oh my…”
Shan is magnificent naked. He is tall, and he is broad, and his shoulders bear those great bone spikes that could be used for offense or defense, but which make him look incredibly alien. He has a powerful torso, muscled in the way males who regularly perform rough action are. His legs are thick, strong, and scaled. His arms flex as he looks down at me, and I see those green and gold scales catching the light in that casual display of power. The main event, the part of him I can’t keep my eyes from even when I attempt to modestly avoid looking at it, is the incredibly large cock rising like a monolith from the apex of his thighs. His cock is huge, a great green and gold rod with a wedge-shaped head and flare that is faintly human in nature, the same way all of him is faintly human, yet entirely alien. He throbs with desire for me, a thick column of alien flesh destined to stretch me open.
“Come here and kiss it,” he says. “Put your impudent human mouth on it and show me how sorry you are for your disobedience.”
I have never let any man put his thing in my mouth before, but I rise up onto my hands and knees on Shan’s orders. I want to taste him. I want to know what his alien rod feels like in the second, or perhaps third most sensitive orifice in my body.
He is girthy enough that it is an effort to engulf him with my mouth, but the second the underside of his cock meets my tongue, I feel hunger rise in me. I can taste his desire in the preliminary emissions that are smeared over the sensitive buds of my tongue. He tastes very male, very strong, but not at all unpleasant.
“Good,” he growls as I lap at his cock. “You are capable of some obedience. Keep tasting me, Lettie.”
I do as I am told, but I can tell that this is not satisfying for him. His cock is getting harder and throbbing more intensely by the moment. My lips and tongue cannot give him what he really craves. It cannot give me what I really crave either.