Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“I’m blonde with big breasts,” I say.
He snorts and shakes his head.
“I don’t think it is a physical trait. There have been plenty of pretty young females of your kind down on this planet.”
“I am the the last person they have to send.”
“Is that true?”
“Near enough.”
I don’t think so. I have lived long enough to know that physical attraction alone does not cause this kind of connection. There is something in her that I am recognizing, a strength, or perhaps a brokenness.
“You are a cleaner?”
She nods, biting her lower lip. I am trying to think straight, but it is difficult with all these soft, conquerable curves waiting to be claimed. There is something tickling the very borders of my consciousness, a realization that is taking far too long to come to mind.
“A servant,” I say. “A servant to the captain of the ship.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice husky, her eyes hooded.
“Mine now. Not merely my servant either, but my slave. You will serve me with this body, and with your mind. You will give yourself to me as I ask, and in return you will be rewarded with tender treatment. No more scrubbing floors, no more being the lowest of the low. You are going to be my queen.”
I watch as her eyes widen at my promises. I mean every single one of them. I look down at her soft, pretty, curvy thighs, and the light curling hair that hides the tender pink lips that I know are designed by nature to protect her sex against everything other than a rampant male member.
The urge to fuck her is intense. I am fighting it because it does not entirely feel like my choice. I want her. I need her. She feels as though she was designed by the universe and given to me by fate to please and satisfy me. I slide my hands down her thighs and pull her closer to me, pressing the length of my cock against the seam of her sex.
She is scared, and her fear is another aphrodisiac, in addition to her innocence. There is something about this pretty young human, something that suggests more strength and confidence than she has any right to have.
I need to get to know her. I need to know her mind, but I will know her body first.
My cock is throbbing with need. I have to have her. There is no choice here, not for me, and certainly not for her.
I spread her lower lips with my fingertips, opening her up. I see another set of even softer, wetter, more tender lips between them, and they in turn hide the tight entrance to her body.
“I don’t want to be bred,” she whimpers.
“You are going to be fucked,” I tell her. “You are going to be filled with my cock and you are going to take it nice and deep. You are going to be spread for me as often as I decide. This tight little set of holes of yours belongs to me now. Do you understand?”
I hear a gasping little whimper from her. I wonder if my words were too harsh, too dominant for her. But then I feel a fresh flush of wetness on the tips of my fingers. Her body is producing arousal for me, preparing her body for being fucked. The more commanding, demanding, and depraved my words, the more her cheeks and breasts turn pink, the harder her nipples get, and the more excitement dances in her eyes. She likes this. A lot.
“Is this what you have been waiting for? To be taken in hand? Saved from a ship of pirates and put in your place?”
I find a little bud hiding at the apex of her inner lips. It hardens under my touch, much like her nipples do. When I rub it in circles, using her own dewy arousal as lubricant, she blushes bright red and spreads her legs and offers herself to me, forgetting her fear of my cock in favor of exposing herself.
I enjoy playing with her. She has so many places of sensitivity. Some are obvious, like her sex, but she trembles beautifully when I press my mouth to her neck, and her stomach clenches when I run my fingertips up the insides of her thighs. Saurian bodies are designed to protect. We do not have many erogenous zones — but this female human is almost entirely erogenous zones.
“Answer me,” I growl at her. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, my little human captive. You were put down here for me to catch. Now what?”
“Now…” She hesitates.
I press the little button between her lips.
“Now you fuck me,” she moans.
Breaking her down is so easy. She has very little pride to begin with. She is just waiting to be absolutely dominated.