Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“On your knees,” he says.
I crouch down, not having any idea what he wants from me. Matise has kept me sheltered from everything, and numahns do not talk about their mating rituals. Sex is a shameful thing on this world.
“Do you know the only reason you are not dead is because I protect you?”
I know that I am isolated, lonely, and hated by the entire population. I also know that this numahn knowing I exist is a threat to my continued existence. I do owe my life to him. I owe it several times over. I used to wonder if he was going to come and kill me, but I think Matise’s attachment to me, and whatever lingering fondness he has for her means that he’s allowing me to live.
I know I am supposed to be grateful to him. Matise always tells me that I am very lucky, so I know that I am. My gratitude has been waning of late, though. My existence has become one long experience of looking out the window and occasionally sneaking out late at night just to feel what it is like to be out of the house. My life was saved when I was small, but it feels as though it is over now. Whatever he wants from me, I have to hope that it means more freedom.
“You are under my protection,” he reminds me.
“I know. Thank you.”
I have been well trained to be polite. It helps to stay underneath the radar.
He looks down at me, his eyes hooded with dark intention. He’s handsome in this moment, in the way that any man is handsome when you are isolated and afraid of the world.
“Open your mouth.”
He growls the words in a lusty tone.
I do as I am told, still confused. I watch as he lowers the fastener on his pants and an appendage I have never seen before emerges. It is a thick rod of male flesh with a flared head at the end, and it is pointed at me with great intention.
“Keep it open. Don’t bite down.”
That is all the warning I get before he pushes it inside my mouth. I am still confused, even as his cock slides over my tongue and he lets out a groan of what I assume must be pleasure.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
He strokes it in and out of my mouth over and over. I am not sure what he is getting out of it, but I can tell he likes it by the way his big hand clamps over my head and pulls me down so his cock goes all the way to the back of my throat. He is using my body. He is making me take every inch of his thick dick deep inside my mouth, even though it is too much, and it is too deep, and I start to gag and fight for breath.
He does not relent at first, not until I really start to wriggle and pull back and my teeth start to get a little too close to grazing what must be a sensitive appendage. Then he pulls free and gives me another one of those blunt orders.
“I want you on your hands and knees.”
He doesn’t wait for me to do what he told me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me forward on my knees until I catch myself on my hands. He throws my dress up over my waist and keeps me in position by leaving his hand in my hair as… One. Two. Three hard smacks land on my bare ass.
“You’re soaked,” he tells me, rubbing his palm between my thighs. “Do you like having your mouth fucked, human? Are you a wet little hole just waiting to be fucked?”
His words are crude and exciting. I am confused. I am being used. I am on my hands and knees, my face in the bush. I think he did that on purpose. I think he likes that my nightdress is getting muddy on the knees.
He moves around behind me, and I feel something very hot and hard and long run along the length of my sex.
“You are a filthy little girl,” he growls. “A dirty human little fuck toy. It’s about time you were fucked. Shown what you were made for.”
I feel my pussy spread around his cock, my virginity being speared open by his big, authoritarian cock. It hurts and I cry out, but he does not stop. He pushes onward until I am filled up all over again, now in a place I never knew could be used so roughly and so casually.
He grips my hips and holds me still and for a second time he simply makes me take his cock. The twigs and leaves of the bush scrape along my face as my innocence is ripped away from me with rough, harsh strokes of his alien cock.