Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
I lift my mouth from his cock when I am thoroughly sated, fighting the urge to sleep in favor of sating another hunger. “When you feed me, does it give you pleasure?”
“Of course it does.”
“And does that pleasure mean anything?”
He pauses and strokes a curl away from my eyes. “Does pleasure really need to be burdened with meaning?”
That’s what men say when it doesn’t mean anything. Sex is just skin to guys like Brawn. Intimacy isn’t real or necessary to them. I’ve met plenty of guys like this in my time. I had the misfortune to date one once.
I suppose I have no reason to be disappointed. He’s going to keep me with him and he’s going to fuck me and he’s going to feed me with his spectacular essence. This is more of a relationship than I have ever had with anybody. But it’s not enough.
I know he’d think I was ungrateful, or clingy, or some other thing that has been drummed into my brain from the beginning of what feels like time. So I don’t say anything. I curl up next to him and I resolve to take what scraps he decides to cast my way. Brawn’s scraps are better than any meal I’ve ever had.
Gotta Get Outta Here
I awake, and King Brawn’s cock is already presented to my lips, brimming with the promise of another round of beautiful mutual satisfaction. My eyes are barely open before I am sucking his cock, coaxing my breakfast from the balls of the king. I can feel his big hand on my head, the tips of his clawed fingers running over my scalp in a rhythmic caress.
“Yesss…” he hisses and growls and pumps his hips, pushing his thick green rod ever deeper into my hungry mouth. I only eat if I satisfy him. My very survival depends on my ability to make him come.
I suck him with enthusiasm, my entire being attuned to every twitch and grunt and motion he makes. I have never been so attuned to another being before. It almost feels as though we are one being, though he is as foreign and strange and as literally alien as anything I have ever encountered. We should not mesh or match, but we do.
He makes me feel euphoric. Every time I feed from him it is like consuming a chemical eraser. All the darkness I used to carry around with me is getting lighter by the day. He’s like an antidepressant on legs.
“YESSSS!” He lets out a shout of triumph and spends himself in my mouth, filling me with the most delicious feed of all.
Yes. Fuck. Yes. My god. I swallow hungrily, not leaving a single delicious drop behind.
“Easy… easy…” he growls softly while I lick the top of his cock, desperately trying to take the last of his seed in case any of it is hiding inside the slit of his cock.
He pushes me gently away, and then lifts me up to kiss me. I feel the most beautiful flowering sensation rushing through me — and then I realize. There is sun in this room. I can feel its heat and its energy.
“How is it sunny?”
"The ship is designed to allow us to source nutrients where possible,” he says. “Look up, and see the beauty.”
I look up, and I see that we are in orbit around a purple planet. There is a pink sun casting a rosy glow over both the land beneath and our own vessel, the upper side of which seems to have been made somehow translucent in order to let the sun’s rays stream in.
“Come,” Brawn says. “It is time for me to feed.”
“I’ve never seen you feed.”
“And now you will.”
Brawn’s crew are arranged the length of the ship, stark naked and drawing in the rays. Brawn carries me out to them and lays me down beside him. Do I walk anymore? I don't know. I am started to feel strangely rooted. I rarely have to go anywhere anymore. My life used to be comprised of constant movement. But now Brawn takes care of me. He directs the day. He brings the sun.
I bathe with the king and his crew in the sun, trying to remember the last time I let the sun touch my nude skin. Maybe when I was a teenager? I have a flash of memory of a golden sandy beach and a clear sky, but no real memory. Things are getting strange.
Brawn nuzzles me, his tongue extending from my mouth and licking the side of my neck. I emit a purring sound and turn so my back is against him. I feel the ridges of his chest, and the power of his arms. I close my eyes, the taste of his seed from my morning feed still on my lips.
I like this king. I like these people. I like this world I have discovered. I am feeling at home. This might very well be my happily ever after.