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)
I know I deserve this for my recklessness. I know I almost got myself killed with my need to return to the captains, the ship, that ever increasingly chaotic organization that has been falling apart in slow motion since I came aboard.
Every time the switch lands across my skin, I let out a wail. I am sad for so many things. I am sad for myself. I am sad for what was, and for what is. I am very sad, and I am very sorry.
Shan
Lettie’s rump turns pink and then red, with little bright spots rising against her otherwise smooth flesh. I am giving her a kind of scaling all of her own as I do my very best to speak with her in the one language she seems to understand: pain. She is strong-willed, and she is impulsive, and I know she will keep disobeying me until I force her not to.
I love her more than I have ever loved anything, but I know, even as I punish her, that my love is not a good love. It is a love of possession and jealousy. It is a love that craves the use of and dominion over her soft interior. I want her to be safe, but I want her to be safe so I can keep my possession.
I want her as mine. I want to make more of myself through her. I want to see new life, a blend of us both. I want to watch over her, and the young we have. I want to follow the selfish drive of almost all masculine things.
“You’re mine,” I growl down at her. “And I want you to be safe. At all costs. Under any circumstances. We can stay in the wild for all I care. I’m going to keep you for my own. I’m going to make you mine forever. You are going to swell with my seed and you are going to birth my babies.”
Now she is writhing and groveling on hands and knees, her hips making her ass sway back and forth, the tender petals of her sex expanded with desire. Every time she is in trouble, she gets wet. I think her arousal comes as a result of being mastered and punished and made to subjugate her will to mine. She might be an independent creature, but when I handle her, she is a helpless little wretch begging to be fucked.
I drop the switch and I free my cock. All I want now is to be inside her, to feel that hot, sweet connection.
I pick her up and I plunge her down on my cock with a near casual motion. She is a thick little handful, always has been, but she fits perfectly in my hands, and she easily slides down on my dick. I’ve trained her for this over time. I have taught her body how to relax and respond when the thickness of my body enters hers. This might be the only time she submits, and it is because she has absolutely no biological choice.
She envelops me, her tight, wet inner walls gripping me in that way that has become so familiar and so perfect. Her hands cling to my shoulders and she emits little whimpers and grunts as she is used the way she was made to be used. I can feel the marks on her ass as my fingers splay over her punished flesh and draw her up and down the long the length of my cock, taking her alien cunt and making it mine.
“You’re being bred,” I remind her. “You’re being bred because your body is a vessel for my seed. Remember that, next time you get any ideas about running away.”
Lettie
Shan fucks me until my pussy is once more awash with his seed. I am sore from the thrashing, but the pain only serves to heighten sensation overall as he uses me precisely as he said he would. He fucks me until he fills me, holding me down on his big alien dick as he fills me up. All I can do is hold onto him, squirming my sore ass and pussy in a repetitive writhing motion that my body insists on because it too wants an orgasm.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he growls, pulling me from his cock, letting his seed run free from me in a hot gush. “And I am not done with you.”
He puts me back down on the ground, face down, and he follows me to the soil, hiking my hips up between his hands to put my ass at a perfect angle for penetration. Orgasm is close. So close that I feel myself shaking with the need to release, but I know better than to take my pleasure when he sounds like that.
Shan spreads my cheeks and proceeds to run his thick fingers from my pussy to my ass, scooping up the lubrication of his seed and my arousal to begin the conquest of even newer territory. Again, I almost come. I am so close to it, squirming and wriggling, hips humping back against his fingers. But they do not delve inside my pussy. Instead, they press past the tight bud of my anus and find their way inside my butt.