Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Sir!” I moaned. “Coming for you! Coming on your cock, just like you told me to! Fill me up! Breed me hard!”
“Gods, little one!” I heard him mutter breathlessly. “Your sweet little pussy is so damn tight. It’s like you’re milking the cum right out of me.”
That was how it felt to me, too, but I never wanted the sensation to end. I gasped and moaned as Sir finished breeding me and filling me with his seed. And until he stopped spurting, the orgasm didn’t end.
At last, he finished and I felt the huge cock slowly withdrawing from my pussy. With a little moan, I felt myself collapse to my side on the pedestal. I knew I hadn’t done a very good job—I hadn’t been able to maintain Proper Pet Posture as my Master fucked and bred me—hadn’t even been able to keep quiet as he thrust in me over and over. But I couldn’t seem to care about any of that—I was so spent I felt like I might never be able to move again.
“Little one?” Sir sounded concerned. He came around to the head of the pedestal as he finished tucking his shaft away and fastening his trousers. “Are you all right?” he asked and I could hear the anxiety in his deep voice.
“Don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “Just so…tired.”
“Of course you are, my darling.” He gathered me into his arms and cuddled me close to his broad chest. “Of course you’re tired after you took my cock so beautifully.”
“But, Sir,” I whispered weakly. “I…I didn’t do a very good job. After your, uh, pleasure spines started stinging me, I couldn’t hold still like I was supposed to.”
“I don’t care about that, little one,” he murmured. “You took my cock all the way to the hilt and you let me breed you like a good girl. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the best pet at this damned show.”
“Oh, Sir…” I whispered, cuddling closer to him. “Thank you. I…I liked being bred by you,” I told him shyly. “I was afraid of the idea when you first bought me from the Commercians but, well, it was the most intense experience of my life.”
“Of mine, too, my darling,” he assured me. “Come on—I’m taking you out of here.”
He turned to go with me in his arms, but then we heard a dry little cough behind us.
“A-hem!”
Sir turned around and we saw Mister Takalook standing there frowning.
“Yes?” Sir asked pointedly.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mister Takalook demanded, raising one greenish-gold eyebrow at us.
Sir frowned “I bred her like you asked—now I’m taking my Pet home.”
“Wouldn’t you like to take your trophy with you, though?” Mister Takalook asked.
“Trophy?” Sir’s frown deepened in confusion. “What trophy? There’s no way we won.”
“You did not win Best in Show—unfortunately your pet was a bit too, ah, lively for that honor,” Mister Takalook said primly. “However, we do have a special trophy for the most enthusiastic pet and your little one certainly won that.”
He produced a flat disk about the size of the palm of my hand. When he pressed a button on the side, two holograms appeared—a male and a female. The male was behind the female, mounting her, and she was moaning and gasping and writhing under him—clearly enjoying herself to the hilt. (Pun definitely intended.)
“Oh, we won a trophy!” I exclaimed, looking at it with wide eyes.
I felt the rumble of Sir’s laughter deep in his chest.
“Take it, little one,” he told me. “You certainly earned it.”
Mister Takalook put the hologram trophy into my hands and smiled at me.
“Goodbye, my dear. I hope your time with your Master will be long and fruitful.”
“I hope so too,” I said and snuggled more securely against Sir’s chest. I just hoped he had changed his mind now and we could be together forever.
SIXTY-NINE
SIR
I was in a bit of a quandary as I carried little one out to my waiting hover cruiser. I had broken my word to her and done what I had sworn I would not—I had bred her. Even now my seed might be finding an egg and she might be getting pregnant with my child, which meant I couldn’t let her go—not even if I wanted to—which I absolutely did not.
Still, keeping her as my pet was against the law. What was I going to do?
I drove home deep in thought, hoping I could find a way to resolve the problem. Because I knew now I had been fooling myself—there was no way I could let little one go—no way I could send her back to Earth and never see her again. In addition to breeding her, I had also sealed our Master/pet bond and now I was so attached to her I couldn’t even imagine never seeing her again.
“Sir,” little one murmured from the passenger seat, where she was harnessed securely in place. “I can hear you thinking over there.”