Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Maybe it was because they had spent the ride back to Earth in silence—though Roark’s actions spoke louder than words. He kept using the remote to change the settings on the clit shield, ensuring that she was writhing in her seat the whole way back. He had also demanded that she keep her shirt pulled up so he could see her bare nipples right up until they docked and more than once he’d reached over and cupped her breast, tugging on one of her ripe peaks until Sammi moaned in desperate need.
“That is the insemination arm—the part where the phallus fits,” Roark told her, answering her question.
Reaching under the table, he pulled out a long black case. Inside it was a display of phalluses. Most of them looked like a human male’s cock—only much thicker and longer. But a few were clearly alien—the Beast Kindred phallus for one—but there was another with a sharp barb at the base of it as well. Not to mention the double phallus which represented two Twin Kindred merging together to bond their chosen mate to them.
Sammi shuttered when she saw them all. As desperately horny as she was, she still wasn’t sure about taking something deep in her pussy that put any human male porn star’s cock to shame.
“Which one?” Roark asked her and she realized he was giving her a choice. “Which one do you want to be fucked with, Samantha?”
Sammi bit her lip. She let her gaze drift over the bewildering display again and then looked up at him.
“Do you have one like yours? Like a Shadow Twin’s cock?” she asked softly.
“Here.” Roark chose one of those that looked more human. To her relief, it wasn’t the one with the barb at the base. “This one is only a little smaller than my own shaft,” he told Sammi.
“Only a little smaller?” she eyed it uncertainly. It was huge—much bigger than anything she’d ever had inside her before.
“Don’t worry that you won’t be able to accommodate it,” Roark told her, correctly interpreting the apprehension in her eyes. “I’ll be loading the reservoir with a compound based on a Beast Kindred’s precum—it will allow you to stretch to receive the shaft with no problem.”
“The reservoir?” Sammi repeated, bewildered.
“Of course—the place where the seed is stored. Look.”
Taking the phallus out of the case, he flipped it over and showed Sammi that the base opened to reveal that it was empty inside.
“Wow—that’s a pretty big space.” She looked inside it. “Will that whole thing be filled? I know when a human male orgasms, he only produces about a teaspoon to a tablespoon of semen. This looks like it can hold a lot more than that.”
“It is considerably more,” Roark told her briskly. “Kindred males produce much more seed than humans do.”
His voice held contempt for the puny human males who couldn’t produce enough semen to fill their women properly.
“I see,” Sammi murmured. “Can I, uh, touch it?” She held out a hand and Roark obligingly handed her the phallus.
“Oh! It’s surprisingly heavy. And warm,” Sammi marveled. Indeed, the phallus was warm and solid to the touch. It was also realistically veined and the “skin” of it felt soft even though the structure under it was firm and hard.
Just like a real erect cock, Sammi thought wonderingly. And in just a minute, it’s going to be inside me.
She didn’t know how to feel about that. She was so desperate to come by now she would have agreed to be fucked by almost anything. But what she wanted most in the world was for Roark to fuck her himself. She wanted the big Kindred to forget about the strange machine with its curving metal arms and dangling leather harness and lighted table—wanted him to just pull out his own cock and take her then and there.
But of course that wasn’t going to happen. Roark had been building her up to this moment for days. Strapping her into the inseminating machine and fucking her with the phallus she had picked was the culmination of his research—he wouldn’t give it up, even if she begged him to forget about the machine and fuck her himself.
“See here,” he remarked, taking the phallus back from her and pointing to the broad head. “There are several devices located in this area—one is a camera which will allow me to visualize the exact moment you are inseminated. The other is a kind of suction device—at the moment of insemination, it will latch on to the end of your channel and inject the seed directly into your womb.”
“It sounds…intense,” Sammi breathed, looking up at him. “I think I’m ready, though. I just have one question—will you finally let me come?”
Roark’s eyes went half-lidded and he nodded.
“Yes, Samantha. At the moment of insemination, you’ll come—I’ll see to that, I promise. The contractions of your inner muscles will draw the seed even deeper into your womb.”