Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I broke up with my boyfriend after I was shot,” I tell him. “I look okay when I have clothes on, but when I take them off, I am a mess. I didn’t want to see the look in his eyes that I saw… so… I decided no relationships for me.” I look over at Obigor. “My dog was the only person who didn’t judge me. He was there for me before I got hurt, and he was there after. He didn’t care that I looked different.”
“He does appear to be largely blind,” Order notes dryly.
It’s my turn to snort with laughter. “True.”
He pulls me forward again, grinding me against what feels like a very large cock. I clench internally, hoping for more. I’ve been riding a desk for months now. I want to ride something else.
There’s this energy between us, something that feels right. I’m not the only one who feels it. This spider man with his many eyes is as enamored of me as I am of him. We’re both weird, and we’re both fucking horny.
“I grow ever more tempted to keep you,” Order declares. “I have also remained unwillingly chaste for much of my life. Hiding from the world is not compatible with mate seeking outside our…” He stops talking. “I am saying too much.”
“If you won’t talk, maybe you can just… do?”
His brow rises, and a very sexy sharp smile establishes itself on his face.
His thigh is pressed between my legs, and my leggings are failing to contain my desire. I’m getting wet. Very wet. And it’s starting to reach his pants. He keeps pulling me close, grinding my pussy against his muscular leg. I could come like this, but I don’t want to. With every grind of my hips, I find myself breathing faster and quicker and the pleasure swirling through my pussy is reaching out to every part of me. The silken bindings keep me where I am and make the experience deliciously frustrating.
“ORDER!”
There’s a sudden commotion outside. It makes his head whip around, and it leaves me hanging, literally.
“I will be back,” he says. “I have to capture my murderous brother. Don’t go anywhere.”
I am left to dangle, wet and needy, wondering what’s going on out there. Is this going to be the end of the murder spree that has gotten Brooklyn in a twist?
I hang there, marinating in my own arousal, unable to so much as relieve myself because of the strands of silk wrapped so snugly around my arms. I’m forced to just experience my arousal for what it is, something that has me in its grip, an impulse that might be as destructive as it is pleasurable. I’m not thinking straight. I’m not making good decisions. I’m letting biology make my choices.
Crrrrr…
The door opens with a heavy creaking sound. I hope it is Order coming back to finish me off, but it’s Sally. I shut my legs quickly. Her eyes go wide when she sees me.
“Tessie!”
“Sally!”
Her expression of relief turns to one of immediate annoyance. “Don’t call me that. Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” I say. “This is more comfortable than it looks.”
I hope she doesn’t ask any more questions. And she doesn’t because following her is a red-eyed mothman who would look so much stranger and more shocking if I wasn’t just about to orgasm with an arguably stranger person creature.
Sally hasn’t seen the moth guy yet, but he’s not sneaking up on her. Instead, it turns out he’s preparing a lecture.
“The shipping container was developed later than we were by almost a decade, but when it was, our creator realized it provided the perfect cover. We could be present in plain sight almost anywhere. All we needed was some industrial use space and a few cranes operated by humans who did not know precisely what they were transporting.”
Sally turns on him, suddenly annoyed. “You almost let him kill me!”
They embark on a verbal sparring match with clearly sexual overtones before rushing back to what I am guessing is the mothman’s bedroom. There’s something in the air tonight. Or maybe Sally and I are partners with similar sexual habits. We’ve both been single a while. Maybe we were just waiting for the right monsters to come along.
Order comes in at last. He is no longer in a good mood.
“Incompetents,” he mutters. “We will be keeping the both of you tonight. Rage has escaped to murder another human.”
“Wait. What? Who is Rage?”
“He’s my brother. He is here, rampaging through the city, killing for pleasure.”
“That’s quite a family.”
“I cannot begin to explain,” he says. “For your own safety, you should not be here. You should never have been brought here. You are seeing what should not be seen.”
I guess I’m not going to get to come after all. He’s obviously irritated by whatever happened out there. Bad guy got away, I guess.