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)
Just as I start to worry about the girth of his cock, Manik begins to stir his fingers inside me, stretching and pleasuring me, and no doubt measuring me. He is as curious as I am… will he be able to fit inside me?
“You are stronger than you seem,” he says as I cling to him, letting little whimpers and moans of need escape me.
* * *
Manik
She’s wet. She’s actually soaked. Her desire is stronger than I could ever have imagined. She must have been traveling the stars with a sexual desperation even more intense than my loneliness-induced need. I have not had a female in many months. It has been even longer since one clung to me with such abject desire evident in every grinding motion of her greedy hips.
I could lay her back down on the very bed I saved her upon and extract payment in carnality and pleasure. It is so tempting to pull my fingers from her tight human hole and thrust myself so deep inside her she would never forget this tryst.
She would not object. I can smell her need, and her desire is evident in every rolling, grinding motion of her ample, soft hips and ass. Her willingness to be ravaged is enough to make me suspicious. She is a bounty hunter, and I do not know her. It is possible that this is all part of an extremely complicated act designed to break me down. Not all hunters hunt the same way. There are plenty of predators lurking in dark holes. I might very well have my fingers in a trap of her making this very moment.
As much as I want to fuck her, I want to test her first. I want to put my little human pet through her erotic paces. I will make her scream, shake, and shiver. I will make her orgasm so violently she is unable to think, let alone plot against me.
She grips me desperately and makes a helpless humping motion back against my fingers. She needs this release. What I am giving her is just as essentially primal as feeding her and clothing her. The orgasm takes her in a physically obvious way. Not only does she grip my fingers so tight I am uncertain for a moment that I am going to be able to retrieve them from her hungry body, but her face flushes and her eyes close, her mouth open as that pink hue sweeps up and over her body, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. It is a beautiful thing to behold, and I am left in a certain amount of awe and gratitude for having witnessed it.
“Thank you,” she whispers as we mutually release one another, and she slides down from my arms.
“You are more than welcome,” I reply. She is a polite little thing, this human who came to take my freedom and has instead ended up giving me herself.
3
Lyssa
“Here,” he says. “Dress yourself.”
He hands me what he made for me. My head is fuzzy from orgasm, and I feel quite unsteady. I pull the suit on while sitting on the bedding, pulling the leggings up over my feet and then slipping into the upper part of the jumpsuit. He got my size right. Perfectly right.
I don’t want to know what he used to dye the fabric this color. I am sure it is biological and horrific in origin, but that is how things are here in the frozen wastes of a far-flung planet inhabited by the physical embodiment of evil.
“Thank you,” I say as I dress myself. I’d like to keep him from seeing me naked, but he’s obviously seen me naked in so many ways just now, so I try to pretend like I’m not bothered by the way he is looking at me, as if his interested masculine stare doesn’t make my nipples rise and my clit tingle all over again. He is very attractive. Exceptionally so. His body has been honed to physical perfection with all his brutal murdering.
I zip the suit all the way up and relax as I feel myself finally clothed. “I know I am not precisely… I mean, I know this isn’t the ideal way to come to a place, but I have to say, I have never been so comfortable or so satisfied.”
“I am glad you are satisfied,” he smirks. He enjoyed watching me lose control. He made me feel so many overwhelming waves of pleasure that I don’t mind finding myself shipwrecked on his little ice island. “You are easily pleased, human.”
“You don’t know how inept men can be with their loving,” I tell him. “Most men want to get their dicks in as quickly as possible and just turn a girl into a come donut.”
“Come donut,” he repeats. “What a phrase. How very… edible.”