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)
She responds with a ferocious series of curses that even the universal translator has some difficulty working with. I understand the intent, though. She is trying to hold onto rebellion, but she doesn’t want to, not really. If she wanted to stay rebellious, she’d say what I want to hear without really meaning it. Instead, she’s fighting with herself, losing a battle with her own human will.
I soften my slaps and rub her red flesh. She can be coaxed and punished alternately into understanding her new situation, but I will not be finished with her, and she will not orgasm again until she submits. I can see the wetness between her thighs. I can feel it slicking my fingers when I drag them down the inside of her legs in a soft caress.
“You belong to me, Jem. The moment you took my cock, you became mine. You chose me. I fought for you, and I won. Now we are bonded, and nothing on this planet, or off it, will change that.”
She lets out a little whimper. “That can’t be true.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have to be mine.”
“You are still yours,” I laugh. “But you are also mine. Understood?”
She squirms and lets out a little sound that is closer to a middling response than a negative or positive one. That’s progress. She will not be as hard to tame as she pretends to be.
I’ll reward her for that. And myself, as well. I am yearning to be inside her. My cock is rock hard and seeping with pre-seed. This human demands to be mated, every bit of her body, every moan she makes, every arch of her hips and grinding of her red rear. Jem was made to be mated.
I kneel between her knees, grip her hips and pull her backward onto my cock. She slides onto me, her cunt like a sheath. That human flesh wraps around me, perfectly tight around my cock. We let out a mutual sigh of satisfaction too long delayed.
I pull her back and forth, working her over my shaft, using her like the pretty little human fuck toy she is. Her curves are generous, but compared to my massive form, she is a light little thing. I pull her all the way back, seating my cock as far inside her as it will go. Holding her there, I make certain she understands.
“Who do you belong to?”
Jem
Fuck, he will just not let this go. His dominance and possession are both intense, and now that I am stretched around him, I find arguing with him much harder because I do feel as though I belong to him. His flesh is spearing me through to the very core of me. My pussy is not just being fucked, it is being taken. He is showing me his ownership, and I am submitting to it.
A sharp slap to my vulnerable ass reminds me that he asked a question and expects an answer.
“Ow!”
“I’ll enjoy spanking you while you squeeze and squirm on my cock,” he growls, his voice deliciously deep. “This feels even better to me than just being inside you.”
He proves that by slapping me once, twice, thrice more, setting the hot sting he left in my cheeks alight again. He’s right. It does feel good. In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all now. Heat and sting don’t feel like shameful punishment when I am stretched wide around a hot cock. They feel like extra pleasure, fresh sensation. My pussy grips his cock harder, and my hips dance in a way I cannot control. I am bouncing on his alien dick, giving myself to him, taking his punishment, but not submitting.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Hold still.”
But I can’t be still, and neither can he. I hear the moment he gives up with a rough animal growl and instead pins me down in front of him and fucks me hard and fast, as if this is the only way he has any hope of teaching me his lesson of possession.
His fucking is powerful and so is the orgasm that rushes through me as he fucks and fills me, first with cock and then with cum. He wants to mark me. He wants to take me. He wants me to be entirely his. My toes curl and tingle, my fingers grasp at the sheets of his now messy bed, and I scream my orgasm throughout his cozy den.
“Fuck! Gruff! Fuck!”
I sound desperate and filthy. I sound powerless and passionate. I can feel my body milking him, my inner walls working his alien rod with human desire for seed. I get every drop of his alien cum before he pulls out of my now tender, aching, well-rutted pussy, leaving me dripping again.
We are both breathing heavily as he palms my ass. “Do you understand, Jem?”
“Yes,” I say, my breath ragged. I understand. I don’t agree, but I do understand.