Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I come so fucking hard that for a moment everything is obliterated but him. Avel is everything. His body is part of me, and I am part of him, and he is pure fucking pleasure. I don’t lose consciousness, but I do lose all sense of everything but him, but the connection of alien flesh between my thighs. My senses are attuned to the bulk of his body, his athletic, flexing form put to the sole task of claiming me.
He holds me tight as I orgasm, and I feel him shuddering as his own climax comes upon him.
“You’re going to take this,” he orders me in those rumbling tones, holding my soft, limp, post-orgasmic form against his still taut body. “You’re going to take every bit of my seed, Raine. You’re going to be filled with me, and you’re never, ever going to take anybody else the way you take me.”
He grinds the words out in my ear as he pumps his hips against me, churning my desire and taking advantage of the new relaxation that comes with orgasm to surge his cock to my very depths. He intends to bathe me with his seed, fill me up so completely I will never be empty again.
It is all I can do to hold onto him as he snarls, arches, and comes hard. I feel myself being filled, there is a pressure inside me as my already stretched walls stretch a little more for the sheer volume of his cum, which fills me up and begins to drip out of me almost immediately, flowing down the channels made by his scales and dripping down to the floor below.
“Yes,” he snarls. “Yes. Do you feel that, Raine? That is the mate bond. You are mine. You, are fucking mine.”
I do not have the energy to argue with him, even if I wanted to — which I do not. I feel the truth of the words he’s saying. I am his. I am his in a way I’ve never belonged to any other man before. He has branded my body and he has left a mark on my fucking soul. I feel as though when I next look in the mirror, I’m going to see him reflected in my eyes.
Avel has fucked the sense out of me. He fucked the fear out of me. He’s left me in a state where I am absolutely drained of all my energy, leaning against him as if he were some large, breathing bed as he carries me to what I suspect is the only other proper room in this abode, a bedroom with a big round bed that is somewhat scooped up at the sides and down in the middle. There’s a plethora of pillows stacked in the center, and all manner of handmade blankets ranged around them. It is large, even for Avel, and I feel like a baby bird in a nest as he lays me down among the comforters and motions for me to stay where I am.
“I have something for you,” he says. “It may take a little adjustment, but…”
The room is round, and there are drawers and things made to fit the curvature of the space. It is a very, very cozy place to have one’s mind absolutely fucked out of one’s head. Everything here seems handmade and old fashioned. I can tell that craftsmen put it together, including the large windows that look out over the city and forest beyond. They range the entire width of the room as well, inviting the wind and breeze to flow through. A few of them are shuttered, but enough are open that I can appreciate the purple and blue hues of a day starting to wane.
I lose sense of time as Avel busies himself with something. I hear the slight tink tink of a small hammer on metal, but I don’t think too much about it. I don’t think about anything much. I bask in the luxury of not having to run my brain at full speed for once.
At some point sometime later, I am not sure when, I feel a collar slide around my neck, some saurian-type latch closing at the nape of my neck. That’s not all, though. A leather strap extends from the back and front of the collar, down my back, and down my front between my breasts. Then a third strap loops around my waist, to which the first two straps are attached.
Avel slides it all onto my body with a certain pleased tenderness in his alien gaze. It feels as though he is doing something nice, but I can’t be sure. There’s something in the way the collar feels around my neck, and even the way the leather band around my chest sits that makes me feel very held. Very owned.