Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
The sound emanating from our shared music… a song more beautiful than anything I had ever heard in the fog, promised all was as it should be, should I submit.
A trickle of wetness ran down my thigh, something slippery that eased his entrance, another finger added to thrust in and out. Palm rubbing circles on sensitive nerves in that new, beautiful slit, he began to encourage the strangest building pressure.
Pressure that grew into mounting pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Eyes rolling back into my head, I gave over to it, jerking my hips, riding the hand working between my legs.
“You’re beautiful.”
That voice was so familiar. But before I might make sense of my sudden spike of concern, energy began to zip from my toes and fingers, gathering to thrash at that pressure in my core. When it was more than I could bear, an explosive starburst of bliss stole my breath.
The world went white.
“Good girl.”
Humming, I offered no resistance when he drew my drowsy self to the floor. I was far too tingly to care about anything further than the beautiful music and much-needed sleep.
But where I was growing quiet, the male’s drumming crescendoed.
Something about that noise enticed more warm fluid to seep from my center.
My dress—what was left of it—I heard him tearing to shreds until I was fully bare. Some part of me was unhappy to know what he’d done, my eyes parting so I might complain. But I lost all words when I found him crouched over me, working his belt apart.
The button of his trousers popped open; the fly descended. His hand reached in and withdrew something… concerning.
Concerning enough to snap me out of whatever daze had taken over my brain.
That looked nothing like the human penis I’d seen in the video.
A video about human sex.
This was sex!
I went to my elbows, eyes huge. “Wait!”
Why was the room spinning? Shaking my head to clear it, I put a hand to my forehead and tried to get up.
But he moved one knee between my thighs, then another, forcing my legs to part, unsettling my balance so that I sagged back against the floor.
My new slit felt cool air, something slick and scented spilling out to trickle over my anus.
He took my wrists, pinning them beside my head.
Muddled, I mumbled, “Wait. Please.”
That thing began to prod me, the not-human appendage. Pointed spear-like tip, groped at my thighs, while the male restrained me firmly in place. Prehensile, rippled accordion rings ran down its length so the hybrid cock, as he’d called it earlier, might stretch and move, contract and thicken. Teasing its vibrant purple head down my seam, it rolled itself in the slick fluid that spilled from my core.
I watched, petrified, held firm by the man, as it prodded my opening and began to work itself inside me.
Hyperventilating, I fought and lost. It breached. Stretched, contracted, stretched, contracted, that male organ pushed deeper while my captor hushed me like this was not a nightmare but something to be treasured. “Shhh, my love.”
A full-body shudder moved through the man as he gained ground, more of his terrifying cock invading my body.
“Don’t do this!” I was sobbing from the stretch by the time he surged forward and seated himself fully within, begging for mercy and receiving none.
The sound, the smell, the way his lips kissed away my tears… those strange things kept trying to steal my attention.
But this was the general, a man I loathed, pinning me to the floor and forcing his terrifying, wriggling organ inside me. I was going to burst, stuffed full of a writhing thing and losing the battle for clarity the more he squirmed in my guts.
And then he began to rock his hips, that monster within me dancing to the beat of each thrust. Surging forward, filling me to bursting. Pulling back, retreating through a mess of slippery fluid to leave an ache behind.
I could feel every ripple that made up the length of his cock stretch and stimulate my newly exposed, sensitive flesh. No matter how I tilted my pelvis in a bid to break free, he did as he wished, until another untamed surge began to build.
My mind said no, my mouth begging for mercy between relentless, delirious kisses, but my body began to move as it willed. Undulating in a dance against my aggressor, I realized I’d begun to dig my heels into his lower back, urging him on.
The brush of his pubic bone would send sounds from my lips that left him groaning. The arch of my spine—so my acutely sensitive nipples might drag over his chest—brought forth manic snarls. Faster the tempo built, no longer slow and cautious but passionate and unbearable.
It was as if the human half of me had dissolved into nothing, no voice or reason in the cries I made. All animal instinct and wonder, I enjoyed that beastly cock moving in and out of my body. How it thrashed and what it took—knew he was doing things with it inside me I could not even begin to understand but that I needed.