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 free hand trailed up my body, cupping my breast and teasing the nipple to a hard peak. “Alpha was drawn to me immediately,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “He said my black hair reminded him of the vastness of space. But it wasn’t just physical attraction—he wanted to know everything about me. My hopes, my fears, my deepest desires.”
Sala’s fingers moved with increasing urgency inside me as she continued her tale, her voice growing husky with remembered passion. “The first time Alpha took my anus,” she murmured, her breath hot against my cunny, “I was terrified. He was so massive, so powerful. I didn’t think I could possibly let him in.”
Her tongue flicked over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips rising to meet her touch.
“He prepared me so carefully,” Sala continued. “His fingers were gentle but insistent, stretching me slowly. He used a kind of Magisterian oil that tingles and warms, making me more sensitive than I’d ever been before.”
I felt a familiar tension building deep within me, a coiling heat that threatened to consume me. Sala must have sensed it too, because her movements became more focused, more intense.
“When he finally entered me,” she said, her words punctuated by long, languid licks, “the pain was… exquisite. It burned and stretched me beyond anything I’d ever felt. I thought I might split in two.”
My breath came in short, sharp gasps. I was so close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
“But then,” Sala whispered, her blue eyes locking with mine, “he began to move. And oh, Tessara, the pleasure… it was indescribable. Like being filled with something cosmic. Every nerve in my body sang with it.”
With those words, she curled her fingers inside me, hitting that spot again, the one that made me see the stars she spoke of. Her mouth sealed over my clit, sucking gently, and I was lost.
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pleasure radiating from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out, my back arching off the couch as my body convulsed with ecstasy.
Sala didn’t let up, her tongue and fingers working me through wave after wave of bliss. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, that I might shatter from the intensity of it all, she gentled her touch, easing me down from the heights.
As the aftershocks rippled through me, Sala moved up my body. Her skin was flushed, her black hair tousled, and her blue eyes dark with desire. Before I could catch my breath, she pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss.
I tried to turn my face away, very shy about tasting myself on her lips. But Sala was insistent, her hand cupping my cheek and holding me in place. Her tongue teased at the seam of my lips, and despite myself, I opened to her.
The taste was musky and strange, but not unpleasant. As Sala deepened the kiss, I found myself responding, my tongue tentatively meeting hers. She moaned into my mouth, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.
Sala broke the kiss, her breath coming in short pants. She gazed down at me. “Oh, Tessara,” she murmured, her voice husky. “You taste divine. But now…” She trailed off, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.
“Now what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sala’s smile widened. “Now, sweet one, it’s your turn.”
CHAPTER 7
Gamma
Alpha’s message about the Vionian concubine came across the quantum attunement shared by Beta, him, and me while I was walking through the sex bazaar of Europa City, the underground capital of Jupiter’s most human-habitable moon. The bazaar had mostly lost the little charm for me it had had when I first arrived, and I had contemplated all morning where I would go next.
I could see the bazaar’s nearly endless appeal to traditional humans, of course. Raised on worlds where sexual taboos governed daily life, in large part just so people on those planets could get things done rather than spending every day in a haze of arousal, they naturally developed a certain amount of repression. Though my unique origin meant that I had no such psychological barriers, I had come to see mild repression as a necessary thing—otherwise the monorails didn’t run on time and the government didn’t pay its dues to the Federation.
It also turned the sorts of sexual activities I saw as I strolled the bazaar, openly practiced in the booths with all the attendant, seductive sounds of consensual pain and ecstatic pleasure, into mouth-watering, almost irresistible expressions of the naughtiness at the heart of so very many traditional humans.
I had come with a traditional human, two standard weeks ago; a delightful young woman named Hadra whose eyes had gone very wide when I had suggested we visit Europa City.