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)
I take her to the forest park. This is a segment of the Halo designed to look very much like our home planet, Eros. We take a piece of it with us everywhere we go. The place we have recreated is the sacred forest. The trees here grow with purple trunks and pink and purple ombre leaves, as if the seasons are turning. The curve of the Halo provides the illusion of a much larger space.
“Whoa! This is so pretty!” She smiles happily, forgetting her fear.
“This is the sacred forest,” I tell her. “Or a small part of it. This is a little piece of home. This is where you can feel what it means to live on the planet we come from. This is the peace we want to bring to the entire universe.”
Her eyes are wide as she stoops down to pluck a piece of grass. She puts that grass in her mouth.
“Tastes like grass,” she says. “I don’t know what I was expecting. But it’s pink. Kind of looks like candy.”
“I have brought food that actually tastes like food,” I remind her too late. She has already gone running off between the trees, skipping and dancing amid the flower fields. The flowers here grow tall and high with plentiful blooms not unlike earthly lupins.
I thought the forest might have a calming effect on her, but it seems to have a nearly intoxicating effect instead. She is like a wild animal born into captivity, having spent their entire existence in a cage, suddenly shown the majesty, intricacy, and endless potential of true wilds.
She runs until she is tired, which does not take long because like that caged beast, her body is somewhat atrophied compared to its potential.
Before I know what is happening, Jessica has tucked her small human self into the hollow of one of the trees. It makes a natural seat for her to sit crosslegged in. I lean against the trunk, and hand some food across to her on little papery plates.
“Man,” she says, panting. “This tastes so good. This place is so amazing. This is like heaven or something. Or a cross between heaven and a candy world. Is this what your planet looks like?”
“This is what the wild and old places of our planet look like,” I say.
“Wow.”
“There are places on your planet that still retain this kind of magic,” I tell her. “Places we wish to preserve. And your people, all humans have the chance to survive the transition from planet-bound to star-faring. You just need some help. That’s why we are here.”
“Yeah? Cool.” She’s trying to eat as much as possible without speaking with her mouth full. “And what do you get out of it?”
That’s the question we try to somewhat avoid.
“We like to see developing species thrive,” I explain without her having to ask it.
“Uh huh. And that’s nice of you and all, but nobody does nothing nice for no reason,” she says, her New York accent coming to the fore. “You’re getting something out of this. You have to be. You don’t fly across the fucking universe for no reason just to…”
I lean in and give her the full benefit of my gaze. I do not mean to be intimidating. I do, however, mean to remind her silently that I am her boss, and she is a lying little human with no grounds to demand full explanation of my intentions.
Jessica
“What’s that about?” I scowl the question at him. This place is fucking beautiful. Transcendently so. But it is also somehow sad. I feel something among these trees and flowers, a wordless whispering. I can’t hear it like words, but I can definitely feel it.
Cir is leaning down toward me, giving me his bossiest look. My stomach bursts into excitement. It is thrilling to be dominated by a creature like him. He’s powerful. And he doesn’t like me asking questions about his intentions either. We’re both hiding from each other in plain sight.
He reaches out for me, tips my chin up with his fingers, and drops a kiss on my lips. He wants to distract me. I know that. But as our kiss deepens, I find myself happier and happier to be distracted.
My alien boss strips me there in that forested glade. Anybody could chance by, but he seems not to care about that one bit. His hunger for me is great, and his need to be inside me is soon sated.
I feel him stretching me fore and aft, both cocks finding their comfortable places inside me. Every time he fucks me I am stretched to what feels like the limits of my capacity, but I have no complaints. It aches a little, it feels shameful and wrong.
But that feels right, because I am shameful and wrong. I deserve to have my naughty ass fucked. I deserve to be spread wide in the forest, my naked body exposed to the manufactured elements.