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)
The elevator began to rise, and I found myself pressed close to Gamma in the intimate space. His powerful form radiated heat, and I could smell his uniquely alien scent—a strange hint of ozone and something spicy and exotic, in addition to the more familiar aroma of human masculinity. My mind began to race, wondering what would happen when we reached our destination. Would Gamma take me to his private quarters? Would he claim me there, as Alpha had claimed Sala on the bridge of the Prince Hend?
The thought sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a mixture of fear and shameful excitement. I tried to focus on anything else—the fascinating play of light on the crystal walls, the soft hum of the elevator’s mechanisms—but my traitorous mind kept conjuring images of Gamma’s massive blue form looming over me, his hands exploring my body, his alien cock stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before.
To my mortification, I felt a trickle of wetness on my inner thigh. My cunny was responding to these forbidden thoughts, growing slick with arousal. I pressed my thighs together, praying that the others wouldn’t notice, but the movement only served to heighten my awareness of my body’s betrayal.
Meanwhile, Alpha, Gamma, and Sala chatted amicably, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil. Their conversation drifted over me, fragments about Magisterian politics and the ongoing reconstruction efforts on former Vionian worlds. I tried to focus on their words, to anchor myself in the present moment, but my mind kept slipping back to thoughts of what awaited me in Gamma’s quarters.
As the elevator continued its ascent, I became acutely aware of every sensation—the cool air on my naked skin, the slight sway of the elevator, the heat radiating from Gamma’s body beside me. Each moment seemed to stretch into eternity, filled with a tension that threatened to consume me.
I cast a furtive glance at Gamma, taking in his strong profile. My eyes traced the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his full lips, the elegant arch of his brow. But my traitorous mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining what other parts of his anatomy might look like.
Without warning, a vivid image flashed into my mind—Gamma’s massive blue cock, thick and long. Alien despite the fundamental humanity of his body. In my imagination his penis was adorned with ridges and textures unlike anything I’d encountered before. It pulsed with an inner bioluminescence, glowing with the same ethereal light that seemed somehow to shine beneath his skin.
I thought of how it would feel in my hands—hot and hard, yet with a velvety softness to the skin. How heavy it would be, a substantial weight that spoke of raw masculine power. My mouth watered involuntarily as I pictured bringing my lips to the flared head, tasting the alien flavor of him.
Unbidden, my imagination conjured the scene in vivid detail—Gamma’s large hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him into my mouth. The stretch of my lips around his girth, the weight of him on my tongue. I could almost feel the way he would fill my mouth completely, nudging at the back of my throat.
The fantasy deepened, growing more intense. I had always hated being made to take my masters’ penises that degrading way, but now I saw myself relaxing my throat, taking my new lord deeper than I had ever taken a man’s erection before. Somehow the idea of choking on Gamma’s cock didn’t frighten me as it had when Lieutenant Jorg had fucked my face, training me to serve him on my knees. Instead, the idea of doing the same thing for Gamma sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core.
I imagined looking up at him with watering eyes as he used my mouth for his pleasure. The thought of seeing the bliss on his face, knowing I was the cause of it, made my cunny spasm with need. I pictured him throwing his head back, muscles rippling beneath blue skin as he approached his peak.
The fantasy was so visceral, so all-consuming, that a soft whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. Mortified, I felt heat rush to my face as Gamma turned to me, concern etched on his features. His piercing gaze took in my crimson cheeks, my slightly parted lips, the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Are you alright, Tessara?” Gamma asked, his deep voice laced with concern. His deep blue eyes studied my face intently, as if trying to read the thoughts swirling chaotically through my mind.
I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, my cheeks burning with shame at having been caught in such a compromising moment of fantasy. My eyes fixed firmly on the transparent floor of the elevator, watching the levels of the embassy blur past beneath our feet. The crystalline surface pulsed with the familiar Magisterian inner light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shifted and flowed like little waterfalls.