Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Jem
Holy fucking fuck my fucking god!
He is inside me, thrusting deeply, roughly, and powerfully. He is giving me everything I wanted. Everything I needed. He is making me scream with desire. I sound like an animal. I might even sound more like an animal than he did when he was battling for me. My throat is raw, and so is my pussy, stretched so lewdly wide around his rough, plunging rod. Gruff intends to let me know I am well and truly mated.
We are rough with one another, desperately passionate. It is a kind of sex that demands climax, and before I know it I am writhing in paroxysms of pleasure, clenching his cock, milking his alien DNA deep into my body. I am being pounded throughout, my orgasm reaching every corner and crevice of my flesh. I can feel pleasure in the very roots of my hair and tingling in the tips of my toes. My fingers are still tight around his horns. I can’t let go. Every part of me is tight and taut and shaking, especially my inner walls that are being absolutely coated with his cum.
Gruff pulls free, leaving me bereft of his flesh. Now I drip his seed. I ache with his pleasure. I feel only barely sane, floating on a raft of illicit alien sex.
“Now you are mine, you will come with me to my herd,” he determines. I don’t know if one minute has gone by since we came together, or if an hour has passed. I have been lying in his arms in a thoughtless haze and find myself startled by his words.
“Now I am, er, now I am what?”
“Mine,” he says simply.
“Just because we had sex, it doesn’t mean I belong to you.”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
I try to sit up, but he has me by the hair, my braid twisted around his fist. “I have tolerated your waywardness so far, human, but it is time you learn to obey.”
“What do you mean, tolerated my waywardness? I met you today. Hours ago. You haven’t tolerated anything.”
This is how I learn the meaning of the word regret. In the aftermath of our mating, the spell of his scent is no longer as effective. I feel attracted to him, yes, but I have been fucked through a mind-blowing orgasm, and I am as sexually relieved as I can be. I’m thinking clearly for the first time since I met him.
“Gruff,” I say. “Let me go.”
“No,” he says.
“Are you going to hold onto my hair for the rest of our lives? If not, you may as well let go now.”
He thinks about that for a moment, then actually lets me go. He’s open to reason; that is good to know. It gives me a little bit of hope in this predicament I’ve gotten myself into. It was Strumpet’s fault at first, but after the way I behaved with him, it’s my fault now. Suffice to say, the EET manual is pretty clear on fraternizing with alien species: don’t.
“You will come with me,” he says. “Or every time a passing buck comes by, he will stop here and have his way with you. You will be bred time and time again, made receptive by your chemistry. You are very sensitive to the scents of the rut. Moreso than our own species. You will be helpless against them, nothing more than a toy to be used, a hole to be inseminated…”
I get his gist. He wants me to fear the attentions of other males of his kind more than I fear being taken captive by him.
“I have weapons,” I remind Gruff. “If you hadn’t come when you did, I would have killed that beast. You didn’t save me. You saved him.”
Gruff gives me a blank look, then laughs as he realizes the truth of what I am saying. “Yes, you would have, wouldn’t you. Humans are an aggressive predatory species. I forget that you are one. You didn’t feel like one when you were writhing on my cock.”
I blush, both at his lewd remark, and his assessments of humans. I feel two very distinct forms of shame, both of which blend into the chemical excitement running through my body. No matter what he might think of me or my kind, I cannot forget that Gruff is trying to abduct me right now.
“You said you were here to explore. Should you not come and explore my herd? Do you not want to see how the dominant species on this planet lives?”
I do. I really do. I have always wanted to explore an entire other civilization, but I never thought I would. They don’t send EET scouts to inhabited planets. They send war parties.
“Fine.” I say. “I’ll come to yours.”
4
“This is my bridge,” Gruff says.
Morning has broken after a night of hiking, and we have reached a fairly large area of land, around ten acres or so. The forest has been cleared here, and in its place are lush green and gold pastures. White post and rail fencing has been installed across the land. In some of the fields, alien goats graze. In others, crops grow, and in still others, fruit trees are lined up in a tidy fashion. It is a small and idyllic pastoral scene, gently rolling in the middle of the wilderness. It gives me a pang of yearning for a place I never knew, an odd sort of homesickness rising from the depths of my DNA. I have only ever known training simulations, wild terrain, and space stations. This is something different. This is a collaboration of sentient consciousness and nature, and it is very satisfying to gaze upon.