Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I thrust and thrust again, drawing her back on my cock every time, using her, claiming her. Punishing her. Giving her everything she deserves and taking every bit of her. This is mating like no other. This is an intense, primal, immediate bond forged in flesh.
I have fucked many females before this moment and never felt this level of connection before. The way I feel while joined with this human who I do not know is transcendent. There are stars fusing somewhere inside the pair of us. Destiny is being realized.
I look down at the human woman writhing on my saurian rod, making sounds of pure ecstasy as her greedy hips buck and search for even more sensation.
Does she feel it? Does she understand what this means?
Sullivan
My ass is sore, my head is spinning, and I am feeling the closest thing to shame I have felt in a long time. The big, clawed hands gripping my hips and keeping me in place for this punishment fucking are impossible to escape even if I wanted to — and yet I find myself eagerly surrendering to this overwhelming sexual contest. He is driving me mad. He is filling me with so much energy and so much pleasure it feels like my brain can barely function through it.
“You’re mine,” he growls down at me. “My mate. My owned little human thing. You belong to me now.”
He doesn’t even know my name, but with every snarled declaration of possession, I feel the passion overtaking me even more, running through my body, erasing all other feelings, all other thoughts. Everything in the universe disappears besides him.
He makes it metaphysical, and then he makes it very physical again.
“Little pink bud,” he rumbles, the pad of his thumb extending from his grip to brush over my clit, which has been betrayed by my lips and now stands proud, a small, but ever-so-sensitive little nub vulnerable to his attentions.
My hips try to buck in response, but there is no escape. I have to take his fucking, and I have to take his teasing, and I have to experience the orgasm that is fast rising through my body, being ripped from the grip of every single one of my reluctant nerves. I don’t want to —
I am coming. Hard. I am writhing and I am begging and pleasure is flooding my body, overwhelming every bit of my… oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Something else is happening too. Another feeling. A dark sensation of dread is rising through me, mixing with the pleasure so much that at first I don’t know what the hell is happening. It has been far too long since I felt this sensation. It makes my fingers and toes tingle, makes my breath come shorter and faster, narrows my vision and makes me hyper-aware of every bit of my body.
Fear.
I cannot be afraid.
And yet I am.
I am terrified, and yet I am caught in the flow of intense pleasure that must be overloading my mind and somehow interfering with the function of the implant. Fear makes the hotness hotter. Fear makes the pleasure more pleasurable. Fear makes me scream out, grabbing this massive alien beast as if my very life and sanity depended on it.
I need him. I need him to finish this incredible, terrible, perfect experience. I am on a roller-coaster, shrieking and wailing and grinding my soaked pussy on his massive alien cock, my lips distended around his glistening wet scales
“Yes,” he snarls down at me. “Take this, human. Take this cock of mine deep inside you. You thought you could steal from me? Nobody steals from me. Nobody crosses me. I am the alpha of this territory. I am the law. I am life and I am death and you are a trespasser who has earned my ire.”
I don’t know if he means his words to be so unspeakably arousing, but with every threat I feel the little thrills spiking through my body, making the intensity and proximity of orgasm spike too.
I come on his cock with a force like I never knew was possible. I feel him deep inside me, the head of his alien rod pulsing as his seed enters my body, his essence flooding me, causing all manner of reactions deep inside my pussy. I can feel the chemistry of our bonding, his fluids meeting mine. I look up and see that my hands are gripping his scaled arms as if my life itself depends on him. I look up into his eyes and I see no mercy there. I see perfect possession. He is looking at me as if he owns me, every bit of me, as if some unspoken, biological contract has been signed in his seed.
The orgasm wanes, as does that strange tinge of fear that came with it. I am covered in sweat. My limbs are trembling. My breath is coming in short little gasps that slowly start to draw deeper and come slower as the absolute cacophony of sensation starts to abate.