Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Morning,” I say, my voice slightly raspy.
I want him again.
He wants me again.
He shifts his hips and I feel that big, thick cock of his surging up against my ass. The feel of it ignites my lust immediately. I thought, for a moment, I might have imagined all the incredible events of yesterday, but with his dominant dick laying fresh claim to my body, running up and down my rear before pulling back to press the head against the soft slit of my sex, I know for sure I have not imagined anything.
I have gone from being a virgin to being so habitually full of alien dick these last twenty-four hours that it feels as though my aching, tender body has been forever transformed by his fucking.
“You feel so good,” he growls as he flexes his hip muscles and pushes the head of his cock between my aching lower lips, his hand wrapping around my neck from behind. His fingers cover my neck and slightly slip into the circlet of the alien collar I still have around my throat.
He’s inside me again, stretching me again, taking me again. I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper as pleasure starts to flow through me.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me. “Such a very good pet.”
His words of praise melt through me, pleasuring me just as much as any of his tender touches and rough thrusts. I have always worried too much, thought too much, but in Zain’s arms, I cannot think about anything besides the way it feels to be wrapped around his cock.
He makes me come, once, then again. The first orgasm happens while he is still inside me. I lie on my side with him inside me from behind, powerful alien fingers rubbing me to a greedy climax all over his dick. The second orgasm comes after he has spilled his seed inside me, flooding me with yet more cum.
I need a bath today as much as he did yesterday. I am sticky and messy. I am coated in Zain and his essence.
“I’m so dirty,” I moan, reaching down to tentatively touch the slick wetness of my well-fucked pussy.
“Let me clean you,” he purrs.
At first I think he intends to bathe me, but that is not his plan at all. He lies back on the bed, reaches for me, and lifts me up over his head, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he suspends me over his mouth.
Zain is a creature of tusks and fangs. Having my soft pussy so close to those weapons is a dangerous thing, but he takes tender care of me, holding me out of harm’s way even as he extends an agile alien tongue and begins to explore every cum-soaked fold of my ravaged cunt. I begin to moan and writhe in his grasp, unable to hold back from the intensity of the sensations he is creating. My inner walls are still clenching from previous orgasm, little tremors running consistently through my body, met by fresh ripples of erotic charge. He could do anything to me in this moment and I would let him. Zain wants to master me. He wants to own me. But he also wants to give me more than anybody has ever given me.
When I come, I orgasm feeling as loved and cherished as I have ever felt.
Zain
This is my first full day on Earth, and also my first true day of freedom. With my beautiful blushing pet by my side, I explore the village once more in the light of day. With the sun shining, there is much less in the way of overt dismemberment.
Most of the villagers are engaged in serious industry, the kind of work that has to be done in order for survival. They are working to make sure that they have the resources and stores in order to keep going as a group. Everybody has their role. There is not a single person here who does not pull their own weight, from the youngest to the oldest.
“Wanderers!”
A cry goes up from someone standing on one of the embankments.
I watch as the apparently peaceful group of townsfolk rush for their primitive weapons and then run to the perimeter of the town where the barricades are. These barriers are festooned with flowers in baskets and look vaguely decorative, but behind the wooden barriers there are big, dirt-packed embankments and trenches dug so that a man can stand in them and take shots out into the countryside.
“What is happening, pet?” I ask Emily for an explanation of this behavior. I have not mentioned the apparent cannibalism of the previous evening.
“It means there’s someone trying to approach the village who doesn’t belong here. Someone probably from the city. Sometimes they run away from the city and try to move to what they think is the country.”