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)
Sala’s tongue danced over my sensitive inner lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Her skilled ministrations were unlike anything I had experienced before. Where the touch of my Vionian masters had been rough and uncaring, Sala’s was gentle yet insistent, coaxing responses from my body I didn’t know were possible.
As she continued her tender assault on my senses, Sala’s hands caressed my thighs, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. Occasionally, her touch would drift lower, brushing against the sensitive flesh of my bottom. Each time it did, I couldn’t help but tense slightly, memories of past punishments flashing through my mind.
Sala paused in her attentions, looking up at me with concern, mingled with obvious need, in her eyes. “Tessara,” she said softly, her breath warm against my cunny, “what happened to your bottom, sweet one? If you tell the story, it will make it easier to come to peace with it.”
I felt my cheeks burn with shame, but something in Sala’s gaze compelled me to answer. Taking a shaky breath, I began to recount the story of my final punishment aboard the Conqueror of Bresla.
“It was just before the battle started,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Lieutenant Jorg… he was angry. Stressed about the patrol, I think. He punished me for speaking out of turn on the bridge.”
Sala listened intently, her hand gently stroking my thigh in a comforting gesture. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue.
“He dragged me to the punishment bench. Strapped me down so tightly I could barely breathe. Then he… he used the Imperial whip.”
I saw Sala’s eyes widen in horror, but I couldn’t stop now that I’d started. The words poured out of me in a torrent.
“It felt like my skin was on fire. Every lash… it was like being struck by lightning. I screamed until my throat was raw, but he wouldn’t stop. He just kept going, muttering about teaching me a lesson I’d never forget.”
Tears were streaming down my face now, but I barely noticed. I was lost in the memory, reliving every agonizing moment.
“When he finally stopped, I thought it was over. But then… then he…”
I faltered, unable to say the words. Sala’s hand squeezed mine gently, encouraging me to continue.
“He was going to use my anus,” I whispered, the words barely audible. “Said he needed to make sure the lesson stuck. Sala, I thought he was going to tear me apart.”
As I finished speaking, I noticed a change in Sala’s expression. There was sympathy there, yes, and anger at what had been done to me. But there was something else too—a flush to her cheeks, a darkening of her blue eyes.
To my utter mortification, Sala’s lips traveled lower, planting a tender kiss on my anus. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected sensation. But Sala’s touch remained gentle, almost reverent, as she placed feather-light kisses around the sensitive area.
“Shh,” she soothed, her breath warm against my most intimate places. “Let me take away the pain, sweet Tessara. Let me show you how this part of you can bring pleasure, not just suffering.”
Before I could protest, Sala’s attention returned to my cunny. Her tongue lapped gently at my sensitive folds, teasing and exploring with a skill that left me breathless. I felt her fingers join her mouth, probing gently at my entrance. The touch was so different from what I was used to—tender, careful, as if she was mapping every inch of me with the utmost care.
“Oh,” I gasped, my hips lifting involuntarily to meet her touch. “Sala, I…”
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire but still filled with warmth. “It’s alright,” she murmured. “Let yourself feel, Tessara. You’re safe here.”
As Sala continued her attentions, alternating between long, languid licks and gentle probing with her fingers, she began to speak. Her voice was low and melodic, weaving a story that seemed to wrap around me like a cocoon.
“It was nearly five years ago now,” she began, her words punctuated by soft kisses to my inner thighs. “I was a concubine in the Magisterian guesthouse, orbiting high above the planet. We were well treated, of course, but life was… predictable. Comfortable, but lacking in true passion.”
Sala’s fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made me see the galaxy’s stars behind my eyelids. I moaned, my hands fisting in the plush fabric of the couch.
“Then they arrived,” Sala continued, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. We’d never seen anything like them before. Their blue skin seemed to shine in the starlight, and their eyes… oh, Tessara, their eyes held galaxies.”
She paused, her tongue flicking over my clit in a way that made my whole body shudder. “They came to us not as conquerors, but as explorers. Beings of pure energy who had taken on human form to better understand us. And oh, how they wanted to understand.”