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 so sorry. I never wanted to be bad. I just always get wet when you touch me,” she whimpers against my neck, gyrating her hips so her cunt grips my cock even more.
She knows exactly what to say at exactly the right time, I will give her that.
I lean back against the rock that shields us from prying eyes, and I fuck her like my personal toy. I use her body in long strokes, filling her up as much as she can take, then pulling all the way out again. I make her stretch for my cock time and time again. I make her tight human hole relax for me and take me the way I want to take it.
“I hope you don’t think you are going to orgasm,” I tell her. I am going to breed you, and you are not going to come at all. Bad little girl.”
Calling her a bad little girl almost sends her over the edge. I feel her shudder against me, her inner walls gripping tighter. I am going to have to fill her up quickly, ensure her bare pussy is full of my seed.
“You’re going to swell for me,” I growl in her ear. “You’re going to be full of my baby, and there’s nothing you can do about that now. I am going to release my breeding fluid inside you.”
With those words, I clamp her ass down on my cock and I come inside her, filling her all the way to the brim with my most potent come. I feel her writhing against me. She wants to come, but she’s not going to. I hold her back and away from my body a little, keeping my cock inside her, but stopping her from getting pressure on that hungry clit of hers.
She is beautiful, looking flushed and well fucked, absolutely desperate for release. But she does not deserve to come. Not yet.
I hear footsteps coming over the rocky ground, and human voices with them. The two humans from the ship have come to find us. Perfect timing, really. I pull Allie off my cock, enjoying the way I briefly see my seed sliding down her inner thighs before I put her down, letting gravity restore her modesty.
“Uhmmm.., what’s his name?”
One human hisses the question to the other.
“Mr Angry?”
“That’s… no. That’s not it.”
They come to some kind of silent understanding apparently, before one raises her voice.
“Uh? Mr Horn? Are you in charge of saurians? Because one is climbing out of the wreckage, and I don’t know if we are supposed to stop him or not.”
“Also, Lettie’s waking up and I don’t know if she’s going to run away or try to kill us all again. I assume that’s what happened.”
The other two humans finish one another’s sentences. They seem like they are going to be difficult to handle — though I wonder how they would fare if they were to be separated. I am already starting to think about how to allocate these human resources. If they were assigned to separate mates, it would be interesting to see if they still had quite the same level of glee in every single impudent sentence.
They are lucky I just came. My mood is markedly improved, and my patience extended. Of course, I have not forgotten the facts of this particular matter, nor the direness of the situation in which we all now find ourselves.
The human Lettie has very nearly killed me, and Shan has proven completely incompetent when it comes to stopping her. I thought he would be more equal to the task. Interesting how these little things somehow manage to get away with everything.
Allie is standing in front of me, squirming and flushed. I am sure she is absolutely annoyed to be interrupted by the others. She looks rather pretty in this half-fucked state, her tender pussy dripping my seed, all those arousal hormones still producing pheromones.
“Time to deal with this,” I tell her, patting her ass over her dress. Her little whimper is very satisfying to hear.
“Come with me,” I say. “I don’t want you out of my sight again.”
She follows me dutifully, like a little pet, all the way back to the wreckage.
The two humans who came for my help see me emerge and rush back in front. It is rather like having a small human swarm as an escort as we get back to the downed ship.
There’s a crunching sound, a sound like something trying to be born from the wreckage. I can see broken panels trying to move under the force of something beneath them, but they are heavy.
I know it’s Shan, and for a moment, I am tempted to leave him. Then I hear the same thing everyone else hears - the babbling of an infant. Stepping carefully back into the wreckage, I help pull them up and off the pocket in which he and his child must have survived.