Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Are you willing to sleep with a fugitive? Your own bounty?”
I do not know how to answer that, and so I don’t. There is little point pretending that this situation is entirely organic. We have not met in a bar. I am not here of my own free will. I have been taken captive and my choices from this point on are limited.
“Willing?”
I repeat the word, wondering if he will kill me if I say no.
“You have no doubt heard many things about me,” he says, massaging my cheeks slowly. “Many of them are true. Most of them are probably absent context. But either way, I cannot settle your conscience by telling you that I am simply misunderstood. What you do here will be a matter of instinct and your own conscience. I will not force you against your will. I am a monster, but not that kind of monster.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Is it?” He cocks his head. “Or was it slightly more exciting when you thought the choice was not yours? What kind of monster is it you desire?”
“I’m just happy to be alive,” I tell him as he continues to knead and explore my ass. He is getting dangerously close to the right aperture, as he put it. My body is making a hot, wet little trail out that way, making me slick enough to cause his fingers to slide right inside me if I am not careful.
“I can make you even happier,” he promises, just as his fingers curl under my ass completely and the tips of that rough, hot skin rub against the sleek, dark fur surrounding my lips.
“I’ve always admired the way humans retain their wildest characteristics around their genitals,” he muses as he feels the hair there. I used to shave. I don’t anymore, because being a single lady in a spaceship means never having to impress a man again. Or at least, it did until this very moment.
“Do not blush,” he murmurs. “I do not mean it as an insult. This is the hair of your ancestors. These are the remnants of the animals you truly are. This pelt should be celebrated. Evolution made you hairless everywhere except where it truly counts.”
His musings on the value of pubic hair are accompanied by a stroking and a petting that makes my hips arch and grind with the primal need to feel something pushing up inside me.
“You were made to be fucked, weren’t you.”
His words make me flush with heat.
“Of course you were. And yet you took to the stars instead of finding a comfortable human mate. You set your sights on the most dangerous male creature you could find, and you flung yourself across space to put yourself at his mercy.”
“When you put it that way…” I mumble and blush. “That’s not what I thought I was doing.”
“And yet, that is exactly what you have done. When you landed on this planet, there were two things that could happen to you. You could end up underground, or under me.”
Before I can make what would be a barely coherent reply, he pushes two thick fingers inside me, lifting me up with one hand and using that powerful grip to keep me aloft, my toes dangling toward the ground as he pushes his fingers deeper and deeper until they will not go any further.
“You are hot and wet and I can feel your insides gripping me. You have surprisingly strong muscle tone for a weak little human woman. I knew this was the wildest, strongest part of you. I sensed it the moment I felt those rough, wet curls guarding your interior.”
He is a filthy talker, and very specifically detailed. He is noticing absolutely everything about me and cataloging it for his future reference. It remains to be seen whether he is truly as crazy as they say he is, but he is absolutely certainly not stupid. He might be the most intelligent creature I have ever encountered. And he is already buried deep inside me. And he’s right. I am gripping him like his fingers are necessary for my ongoing existence. Our embrace is close and intimate. My mouth is pressed against his throat, and I cannot help but taste him, extending my tongue to lap against the rough yet fine scaling there. His taste, like his scent, is not that of anything edible. Making physical contact with him is like licking a sentient embodiment of brutality.
He makes a snarling sound and pulls me closer. If he were a man, I would be feeling his cock pressing up against my belly now. But he is not a man. He is an alien hybrid of unknown origin, and I am not sure where his mating appendage… oh, there it is. His cock emerges from his body with what feels like a sinuous motion. More like a snake than a penis. I can feel it sliding up my thigh, moving with as much alacrity and agility as any hand might, perhaps even more. The head of his cock is much thicker than most penises I am familiar with. It is like being stroked by a hot and curious trunk.