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)
“Come out, little human. If I have to catch you, you know what will happen. I’ll impale each and every one of your hungry holes on my cock, use you for my pleasure, and leave you flooded with my seed.”
I push over a small tree.
“I’ll fill you up. I’ll make you sore. I’ll make you sorry. I’ll make you come the way you did once before, and I’ll make you feel that fear you were so terrified of. That’s right, little human. I saw what happened to you. I felt it too. I don’t know what you have going on inside you, but I will know soon enough when I take you apart.”
Sullivan
He sounds mad. Real mad. That makes a devious smile spread over my face. I like making big, mean men mad. The sheer joy of knowing I’ve made his life hard really makes up for the fact I was almost eaten by what frankly came across as a featherless chicken with a homicidal streak. This planet is wild, and I know there’s a chance I won’t survive it. I might not even survive the next two minutes. That just means I’m basking in it while I can.
Every new threat he makes is a little worse, and every time he makes a new one, I have to clap my hands over my mouth to stop myself from giggling out loud. Excitement is rushing through me, tingling across my scalp and making all the joints in my toes and fingers feel fizzy.
I can feel his seed dried between the suit and my thighs. My pussy is still dripping with his last load, or maybe it is fresh arousal at how incredibly exciting this new game is.
“Isn’t this fun?” I laugh in his face.
He gives me a little shake by the scruff of my neck, handling me like a kitten who won’t stop biting. “Fun!?” He asks the question in an outraged tone. “What’s fun about this?”
“Everything,” I laugh.
He looks confused, and then outraged, and then confused again. Then I see a little glimmer in his eyes, and a slight turning up of the corners of his mouth.
“I suppose this could be considered fun,” he says. “If you were an unrepentant criminal intent on causing the most chaos possible.”
“Oh, can I use that quote in my professional material?” I laugh.
I can’t help it. I know that this sort of thing drives men absolutely insane. It’s enough to make them kill you, or try to.
But the alien doesn’t try to kill me. He doesn’t seem to get any angrier. If anything, I see a cooling in his gaze as he takes hold of his temper. That is sexy. It’s one thing to be a massive saurian alien with the capacity to destroy me outright. It’s something else for all that power to be so very well contained.
“What’s your name?” He snarls the question at me.
“Sullivan. And yours is Thorn.”
“Sir to you.”
“Sirtoyou? Alright. If that’s what you want to be called, Sirtoyou.”
I am absolutely giddy with the energy that comes from defying someone much more powerful than I am. I adore this dynamic, and I get to indulge it so rarely, because usually this would be a kill-on-sight situation. Most of my enemies have to be avoided if I want to stay alive. But not this one. This one picks me up and holds me and fucks me and makes me feel things I haven’t felt in years. I find myself squirming in his grasp, grinning with glee.
“This is not the time to give me backtalk,” he says. “This is the time to start respecting me, before you end up in pain of the kind you will certainly not recover from.”
This would probably be a good time to stop laughing, but I physically cannot. The more he threatens me, the more mirth takes me until finally he grunts and simply tucks me under his arm, carrying me off into the night.
4 MANY DARING ESCAPES
Thorn
I’ve got her. I’ve got her and she is absolutely not getting away again. I have no intention of letting her out of my grip until I have her securely in a cage. This human is going to find herself so captive she will forget what freedom is.
She is still giggling as I haul her back toward the bar. I am also in a good mood, as I am now able to contact Avel and let him know I have emerged triumphant.
“Avel, I have the human. Meet me at the bar, no contingent needed, just transport. Something with the capacity to lock. This creature needs containment.”
I put my communicator away and use my now free hand to smack her ass hard. Her backside is facing toward my front, which gives me plenty of access to her rear. It occurs instantly to me that there’s no point smacking her suit. That thing protects her from all manner of consequences. I rip the rear panel down, exposing her cheeks and her gleaming, curvy inner thighs which are both streaked with the remnants of our coupling. She is wearing my seed, and that revelation gives me a pulse of fresh arousal.