Breed – Primal Planet Read Online Loki Renard

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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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“Hmmm?” She does not bother to form a word, simply making a curious, sleepy little sound, looking at me with half-lidded eyes from the comfort of the bed.

“It is time to get up and time to get dressed,” I tell her, producing the outfit that was just delivered.

She sits up, wiping her eyes, frowning slightly at the sight of the garment.

“Where did you get that?”

“It was given to me for you to wear.”

Her eyes dart around the room, but I do not think she is looking at the room. I think she is searching the recesses of her own mind. Something about this suit disturbs her.

“You shouldn’t have that,” she says softly.

“But I do. So put it on. Our presence is required, and I do not think either of us want to present you to the most dangerous creatures in the saurian underworld without clothing. Get dressed. Now.”

She does as she is told, sliding her curvy frame into a suit which stretches where it needs to stretch, and clings where it needs to cling. The effect is very pleasing, though I suspect it makes her uncomfortable to be so brightly and tightly displayed. A human female form is made up of so many delicious curves and sensitive locations. Now that the suit is on, I note that it is cut in such a way as to plunge down between her breasts just enough to put the uppermost curve of them on display. It is a very alluring sight. Though I come from a species of hard, scaly creatures, I appreciate her softness, and I am drawn to touch her most tender places.

“It zips in the back,” she says. “Do you mind?”

Oh there are so many things I would not mind doing in this moment as I reluctantly fasten the garment from the rear, running the zipper from her lower back all the way up to the nape of her neck. I want to pull it back down again. I want to peel the suit off…

I restrain myself, knowing that Wrath has already shown more patience than usual. He is not taking me out to the new base as some kind of sightseeing trip. He wants something from me, just as he wants something from Lettie, who has now pulled her boots on and is standing in front of me, a curvy vision in pink and purple.

“You are very pretty,” I tell her, though the word pretty doesn’t feel right in this moment. What I want to say is you are the most alluring creature I have ever laid eyes on, and I want to ravage you absolutely relentlessly and remorselessly until you are utterly brimming with my seed.

I refrain from that level of disclosure, as fun as it would be to watch her blush and squirm and no doubt become aroused. We have somewhere to be. We have a game to play.

“Come with me,” I say, extending my hand. “And, Lettie, no matter what you see today, I need you to obey me to the letter of the word. Do you understand? We are about to be in the presence of creatures who will attempt to destroy you if you present yourself as an inconvenience or an obstacle. If you wish to continue to survive, you must obey.”

She gives me a small, frightened nod.

It will not hurt her to be reminded that the stakes of this situation are life and death. If something were to happen to me, or if some other saurian were to have had her in his grip first, the things that would be happening to her are unthinkable. I feel pulses of rage running through me at the mere idea of what I know my kind are capable of doing to such a devourable little morsel.

We leave whatever relative safety my room offers and proceed hand in hand through the halls. I notice that they feel less busy than they did even a few hours ago. There is a hollowness to my steps, and a…

“Can I ask a question?” Lettie pipes up, her voice small and soft.

“Certainly. I might answer it.”

She hesitates a brief moment, and I find myself wondering what she is going to ask. It seems to be something she is half-afraid to know the answer to. Or is that embarrassment I am reading on her face? After a moment, she looks up at me and poses the question.

“Where are all the females?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I never see any females.”

“Of course you do. You have seen dozens down here, and probably hundreds on the surface.”

She looks at me, entirely, adorably confused. “I really don’t think I do,” she says. “I’ve not seen….”

Looking down at that soft cleavage displayed at the top of her suit, it occurs to me where the confusion might lie. These humans truly came to this world without the slightest bit of sense or thought, then threw themselves into the midst of a society they very much do not understand. I suppose I cannot judge them, given their presence here is entirely due to a rescue mission, but at times like this, the ignorance is quite jarring.



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