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)
Those beautiful words would make me cry from emotion, if I was not moaning in pleasure. Atlas fucks me passionately, taking the weight of me and my past easily as he shows me precisely where I belong - held in his heart, wrapped in his arms, and filled with his thick alien cock.
I am not yet healed. I may never be healed. But I will be loved so fiercely I won’t feel the wounds as much. Atlas makes that abundantly clear as he shifts me yet again, face down on the bed this time, my ass up high, his big scythkin hands on my hips, cock sluicing in and out of my tight, wet cunt. He knows how to make me feel like a sweet little human, he knows how to make me feel like a cherished wife, and he knows how to make me feel like a wanton owned alien slave, being used for the sweetness of her hot little holes.
“Come for he,” he demands. “Show me your submission in your filthy wet orgasm.”
A harsh swat lands across my ass. He has picked up a wooden hairbrush and is now using the back of it on my butt as he fucks me toward a climax we both know I don’t deserve after my misbehavior today.
The brush lands again and again, hot bright impacts letting me know I am being punished even as I am driven toward the peak of pleasure.
“You won’t disobey me again, will you?”
“No!” I cry out, not knowing if that is true or not, only knowing that in this moment I will do anything to please my scythkin mate. His dominance comes from a place of such intense love and desire that to respond to it with anything besides submission feels cosmically wrong.
Atlas continues to punish me with harsh strokes that send flushes of rich heat through my body. At this point, with my pussy wrapped around his cock, all sensation is a different kind of pleasure. I am slave to it, and to him.
“I’ll obey you! I’ll be a good girl!” I am crying out promises of obedience as orgasm starts to sweep through me. My mind is going blank, my fingers are clutching at the coverlet, and every piece of me is demanding release, creating an internal chemistry that can only have one outcome.
“Obey me and come,” he growls, his voice so intense and deep there is no option but to obey.
I shudder and clench as all the tightness and heat and pain and pleasure in my flesh is bound up for a brief moment, and then released in what feels like one big intense flow. It comes from my core and it finds every bit of my body, overwhelms my mind, stops my breathing for a brief moment. I am paralytic with climactic energy, and then I am squirming and crying out and moaning and aching, feeling my stretched pussy, and my spanked ass, feeling Atlas’ love and his forgiveness, and his relentless discipline.
Then there is his embrace. His softer words. His caresses as he holds me close. He makes it all better - not just what he did to me now, but everything that ever happened to me.
“Very well done. You are such a good girl,” he purrs against my ear.
I snuggle up against him, breathing in the scent of our mating, feeling safe and loved.
“Are you going to put me back under again? The programming, I mean?”
“How long did it last this time?”
“I don’t know, sometime between Sally being born and us having numahn for dinner?”
Atlas sighs. “It’s never going to work properly on you, but we can try again, if you like.”
“I thought I needed it. To be safe, for Rhys and Sally. But I have kept them safe. Maybe… maybe I can be a good mother to them without having my brain wiped of every single memory?”
“Maybe,” Atlas allows, gently brushing the tips of his fingers over my arm in a loving way. “But you will have to practice conscious obedience, and submit to much more discipline.”
“I can do that,” I grin.
“Of course you say that now,” he chuckles.
We have tried to erase my past and my pain. It hasn’t worked. I think we might now be ready for a more radical approach to life: living with me just as I am.
A light tap at the door heralds the arrival of my other two husbands.
“Come,” Atlas calls out.