Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Is it? I met you at 9:15 am.”
“So?”
“Investigation has revealed that your shift would have started at your place of work at 9:00 am, according to your human clock time.”
“So?”
“So, you were late. Perhaps tempting your manager to punish you in some way.”
“Or maybe I slept through my alarm.”
“Maybe. Maybe you were also on the verge of dropping out of your college course. This is a phrase I discovered the use of when investigating your history on Earth.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger in that irritating way he had of both making her feel small, and making her want to sneeze. “Are a brat. And brats want one thing: to be punished.”
“A, that’s not true, and B, how would you know? You don’t know anything about people. You took me from my planet and now you’re acting like you know me just because you fucked me. Well, let me tell you…”
FWOMP!
In an instant, she was at least a hundred feet in the air and climbing steadily. Dominax had her in his arms, pulling her tight against his body. He arched his back and slid his cock inside her in mid-air, his wings still beating as he thrust her down on his cock with both hands on her ass.
“FUCCKKK!” She screamed, both because she was being stretched wide all over again, her aching cunt struggling to take the fresh and sudden intrusion of royal cock, and because she was now at least a thousand feet above solid ground and raging lava.
“I don’t want to hear anything but your screams,” Dominax growled in her ear.
He was so immensely powerful, and so forcefully perfect a lover he drove all thoughts of rebellion from her head. There was nothing but the rushing air, the pounding cock, the intense pleasure which came with exquisite danger.
All her life, she had been bored. There was nothing but the tedium of the everyday. No chance to escape it or to find anything in the least bit transcendent until she saw him on the street. She’d known then what he was, some small, secret part of her must have recognized him as alien and as danger.
Katie wasn’t bored anymore.
She was sore, she was scared, and she was screaming the most raw of pleasure to an alien sky. He swooped and soared, letting her feel the dizziness of falling and then the relief of flight all while his cock throbbed inside her and her squirming made her fuck herself on his rampant flesh.
This was a punishment, and it was also a return to the fountain of pleasure which she had only ever experienced in the king’s arms. He made her so fucking wet that when he fucked her, she could hear her own wetness even above the rushing of the wind.
“Bad little pet," he grunted, emphasizing every growled word with another disciplinary thrust inside her tight cunt.
“FUCK!” She screamed the word to the universe. It was the only word that mattered. It was the only thing that mattered, having that cock plunder the most sensitive parts of her flesh.
She was afraid of heights. Afraid of falling. Afraid of the king who held her, above all her other fears, his massive hands spreading her cheeks open so his cunt-slicked cock could push not inside her pussy, but against the tight bud of her anus.
“Wrong hole!” she shouted.
“Not the wrong hole,” he corrected, looping through the air with her, turning her upside down and then back up the right way again, his cock making its way inside her ass as she lost track of what she didn’t want more — to be this high above the ground, or to have a viciously hard cock searing inside her ass.
She felt him plunge his fingers inside her, drawing the slick wetness from her slit and smearing it against the tight crevice nature never intended to be used this way.
“I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
“You don’t have to do something wrong for me to want to fuck your ass. You are my pet. I keep you for my pleasure. That is your purpose now, to be available for me in every hole, to be waiting to serve me as I desire.”
He proved that with another one of those flown spirals which left her hanging onto him as his cock pushed inside her ass, surging past the tight sphincter made temporarily loose by fear and gravity.
“Oh my goddddd!”
She made the most guttural animal sounds as he buried himself in her ass, pulling her back and forth along the rigid rod of flesh with intense strokes which made her grind her cunt against him, the naughty bud of her clit finding that hard ridge of muscle at the base of his belly.
Dominax’s raw passion overruled her objections, and her preconceptions about what her ass was capable of. Every time he pulled her ass down on his dick, she let out a toe-curling screech and pushed back against him.