Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. After everything that had happened, after the kindness he had shown me, I knew I owed him at least this much. “Th-thank you,” I managed to whisper, the words feeling foreign on my tongue after so long.
A smile touched Alpha’s lips, genuine warmth radiating from his alien features. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before striding toward the door, his departure leaving the room feeling strangely empty despite Sala’s continued presence.
As the door slid shut behind him, I turned to face Sala, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. What would happen now? And why did the thought of seeing Alpha again fill me with such a confusing mixture of fear and anticipation?
The room suddenly felt both vast and confining, leaving me acutely aware of my nakedness and vulnerability. Sala’s presence, though gentle, seemed to fill every corner of the space.
My eyes darted around the chamber, taking in details I had missed before. The carpet beneath my feet was softer than anything I’d felt in years, its intricate patterns swirling like eddies in a cosmic stream. The walls, a deep blue, seemed to pulse with an inner light that reminded me of the bioluminescent seas on my home planet.
A large, circular bed dominated one side of the room, its sheets a rich silver that caught the starlight streaming in from the viewscreen. Nearby, a sleek console hummed quietly, its surface displaying a holographic star chart that slowly rotated, showing the positions of the Magisterian fleet.
My gaze was drawn back to Sala, who watched me with patient curiosity. Her blue eyes held a depth of understanding that made my heart ache. How long had it been since anyone had looked at me with such compassion?
I opened my mouth, trying to form words, but found myself at a loss. What could I possibly say? How could I even begin to process the whirlwind of events that had brought me here, to this impossible moment?
Sala took a step closer, her movements fluid and graceful. “You must have so many questions,” she said softly, her voice melodic and soothing.
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. There were indeed countless questions swirling through my mind, each vying for attention. But one pushed its way to the forefront, burning with an intensity that surprised me.
“What…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. “What did Alpha mean? About… about how he is after a victory?”
The words tumbled out in a rush, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was such an impertinent thing to ask, so personal and intimate. But the curiosity gnawed at me, refusing to be ignored.
To my surprise, once again a rosy blush bloomed across Sala’s pale cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and… was that excitement?
“Oh,” she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “That.”
I watched, transfixed, as Sala’s delicate fingers moved to the fabric at her shoulder. With a simple gesture, she unfastened a hidden clasp, and the gown fell away, pooling at her feet in a ripple of starlight.
My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her nude form. Sala’s body was a masterpiece of graceful curves and smooth skin, utterly flawless. Like me, her pubic area was bare, the absence of hair emphasizing the delicate cleft of her cunny so much that it made me feel faint.
Sala’s words hung in the air, each one sending a shockwave through my body. “After a victory, Alpha likes to fuck me in front of the bridge crew,” she said, her voice a mixture of pride and anticipation.
My tummy twisted violently, a whirlpool of conflicting emotions threatening to pull me under. The casual way Sala spoke of such a thing—being taken publicly, used as a trophy of war—should have horrified me. And yet… there was something in her tone, a warmth and excitement that left me reeling.
I stared at her, trying to reconcile the elegant, composed woman before me with the image her words conjured. Sala’s eyes sparkled, her pale skin flushed with a rosy glow that spoke of arousal rather than shame. She seemed… happy. Eager, even.
“But… how?” I stammered, unable to fully articulate the storm of questions raging in my mind. “Isn’t it… don’t you feel…”
Sala’s smile softened, understanding flooding her gaze. “Humiliated? Degraded?” she offered gently. “No, sweet Tessara. I feel cherished. Valued. Alpha’s desire for me, his willingness to claim me so publicly—it’s a testament to his love and our bond. Also… well, yes, a little degraded, but, you know…”
I shook my head, struggling to comprehend the little smile that remained on Sala’s lips. In my experience, public use had always been a punishment, a way to strip away dignity and reinforce our lowly status as concubines. The idea that it could be something desired, something that brought joy… it was almost too much to process.