Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
We could breed the natural way.
Like my parents and their parents and every mort before them.
Perhaps being in cryosleep was the problem. Avrell may have been onto something when he’d mentioned the foreign toxins hiding. I could claim this little alien as mine and shoot my seed into her over and over again until it finally rekking sticks.
An infant.
Mine.
Birth to a new hope.
“Please,” she begs, fresh new tears streaking down her odd-looking face.
The animal in me craves to flit out my forked tongue and lap up her wetness. So feral and untamed. I’ve had her in my arms for mere seconds and she’s already making me forget who I am.
Is she infecting me?
Am I losing my mind like Draven did when he caught The Rades?
Did Avrell miss an important detail?
Before I can consider those thoughts, her eyelashes flutter as her eyes roll back, and then her knees buckle. I pull her into my arms. Her body is light and soft. It’s her scent though that makes its way into my nostrils and lays claim to my lungs.
Sweet.
Foreign.
Mine.
I breathe her in but don’t let her out.
Running my clawed finger through her silky hair, I become enraptured by her softness. My mind runs with ideas of where else she could be soft. I’m still rock hard in my suit and eager to learn more about her.
She’s so small and fragile looking as she sleeps. Her plump lips taunt me as she parts them in slumber. I wonder what they taste like. My cock throbs against my thigh and seeps with need. The smart thing to do would be to march back to the lab and toss her back into the pod. I’ve always done what needs to be done for the betterment of our people.
So how come I’m walking down the corridor past all the curious eyes and bypassing the lab?
The plans have changed, that’s why.
Little alien Aria belongs to me.
And I’m going to put my mortarekking seed inside of her.
“Greetings, Commander,” Uvie greets me as I enter the command center.
“Sleep mode,” I instruct, not wanting even the computer to be a witness to my overwhelming needs. My body is shaking. Withdrawals.
Earlier, instead of running off with her like I’d originally planned, I’d reluctantly turned around and took Aria back to the lab to have Avrell clean her up while I handle some necessary business.
My mind is racing.
I’m losing control.
Which is why I need to get ahold of myself.
Closing the door behind me, I stride into the empty command center over to the thick zuta-metal door that covers the window. It makes a loud racket as I drag it open, inviting the sun’s harmful rays into the room.
As soon as the heat hits my flesh, my veins feel as though they’re tingling with pleasure. I unzip the front of my minnasuit and tug the material down and off my arms. It hangs at my waist, the arms swinging around at my sides. Dark red clouds brew in the distance and I can tell the winds are high this solar based on all the debris blowing past. A geostorm is headed our way and it appears to be massive.
The sun’s rays soak into my skin, heating my flesh to unsafe levels. Ever since the solar when we were forced from our once livable planet into the safety of the mountain facility to escape The Rades, our flesh is incredibly vulnerable to UV rays. Avrell thinks we all caught a case of it, albeit minor, and this is what caused the change. Not only will the rays produce painful, infection-causing burns, but we can also grow intoxicated by the rays’ poisoning. Too much is lethal.
But a little…
Dizziness washes over me, chasing away my responsibilities and worry. I fall into a chair near the window and tilt my nog back, exposing my neck to the sun. My chest aches as the heated rays penetrate me. But the buzzing running through my veins makes it worth it. Whispers dance inside my nog. Flutters skim across my throat and then along my torso. My cock jolts in my suit, reminding me it needs attention.
With a groan, I slide my large hand beneath the fabric and seek out my erection. It’s hard and aching. My seed already weeping from the tip. I crave to hunt down alien Aria and pin her down. To mount her, push my cock inside her, and rut against her until I’m spent and sated. Our future taking root inside her. Imagining her nakedness below me as whimpers of pleasure escape in her sweet voice, I find myself stroking my thickness.
“Let me help you.”
Her voice is a purr.
A hallucination.
Figments of the intoxicating UV poison running rampant in my system.
“Aria,” I growl, her name a worshipful word on my forked tongue.
I’m rutting and rutting.
Driving deep into her warm body.