Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
We are well aware that humanity does not want to be saved. Of course, in a general sense, the species wants to survive. But in a specific sense, individual people have great variances in what they will do in order to survive, and by and large, the average human has little functional interest in their species actually surviving. It is inevitable that we will be the enemy of many, but the savior of all.
“Come here,” I say softly.
I want her to feel safe with me. I want her to know that regardless of what happens in this Halo, or down on Earth, I am committed to her. Perhaps framing the jaunt to the planet as a test was a mistake. A mistake implies mistrust, and that is not what I feel toward her.
She takes a half-hesitant step toward me before remembering that she does not want to be afraid of me. She is spending so much time playing this elaborate game of pretend, but I can feel her true intentions and the real state of her mind.
I draw her into my arms and then onto my lap. She casts a nervous, but pleased little glance at me.
“You know, down on earth, fucking the boss is considered very bad form.”
“On this station, fucking you is considered the height of propriety,” I reply. She is intoxicating, that heady blend of intelligence and deception lingering around my psychic intuition, demanding discipline.
“Is it really?” She looks at me quizzically. She wants to know if we are doing anything wrong. She is doing no wrong. I am doing plenty wrong. I should never have hired her. I should have employed a human liaison with diplomatic experience and ties. I did, of course, but I also hired her.
Her curvy rear squirms against my lap, and I feel my cocks harden. It is almost impossible to think of anything besides sex when she is near. Her desire meets mine, the filthy thoughts, the need for discipline and yes, even humiliation. She has an appetite for all manner of domination, and capacity for punishment.
She wants to be bad, and I want her to be bad. I ruck her dress up her thighs all the way to the waist. My good little human assistant has not burdened me or her with underwear. I free my cocks from the confines of my humanesque attire and aim them toward her two tight, perfect holes.
There is a pretty moan as I enter her slowly, lowering her carefully. There should be more in the way of foreplay I know, but I want to be inside her. I have a bottle of lubrication inside my desk drawer, which I apply to both of my cocks very liberally, not to mention the soft and yielding undercarriage of her soft form.
Jessica is moaning softly and blushing. She knows what is to come and she welcomes it. I feel her eagerness, sense her need, and feel the softness of her sex already giving way as my fingers swipe lubricant along the delicate folds of her lips. I intended only to lubricate her to facilitate my entrance to her body, but it is enjoyable to tease her on my fingers, and to make her anticipate the inevitable moment of our joining.
She is perched forward on my lap, her hands flat on my desk, her ass raised to give me access to the tender parts of her form. I like seeing the way her fingers splay, and the slight tremor in her arms as she tries to hold herself up and not give into the pleasure I am creating.
There is always resistance in this human, even when submission would bring her more enjoyment and make her life much easier. I am beginning to think that the resistance is the point. It is what excites her most, even more than the prospect of being taken care of by an alien master, or writhing in wicked orgasm.
I let my mind rest on hers, feeling her feelings. There is still the fear there, fear of being discovered? Or fear of being fucked, perhaps? I know my cocks are not easy for her to take. She must stretch wide for me.
I run my fingers through her hair and grip it firmly, pulling her back with a gentle but stern insistence. She is impaled slowly and deliberately on my cocks. The sound she makes as that happens is absolutely delightful.
“Naughty girl,” I purr in her ear, feeling her tighten around me. Her ass is hot and absolutely cinched around my cock. I know it brings her a little pain to take me there. I can feel it in her mind and in the ginger motions of her hips. Her pussy is eager for the thick rod of my primary phallus, and that orifice allows her to grip and squeeze in a way her ass cannot. She is already trying to milk me and I have barely begun to fuck her. I want to draw this out. I want to show her a long mating. I want to make her orgasm again and again.