Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I know I will not be able to take all of him. He is so much bigger than I am. His shoulders are twice the breadth of mine at least, and if he were to stand up rather than sit back here with an unfortunate human in his lap, I know he would tower over me. I am being cradled in the arms and impaled on the cock of a true alien beast.
I am giving up my purity, my body, maybe even my sanity as he inexorably claims me with a cock my body was never made to take. The reverend would call this a perversion, but how can it be when it feels as though all the universe is demanding this act take place.
Deeper… deeper… more and more he claims me, my wetness coating his cock until finally there is no more of me for the taking.
I am full.
I am full to the point that I feel as though there is no space left inside me. He claimed me. He has broken me. I feel myself forever changed, made into something new. A surge of something like power rushes through me as my body converts pain to a new form of energy: raw pleasure.
My clit tingles, my aching inner walls grip and grasp at the alien intrusion inside me. Much has been taken, but much has been given besides. I feel pleasure from every instant of the connection inside me, the very slight friction even as he tries to hold me still and yet my hips insist on performing an ancient, erotic dance. My body knows how to be fucked. It knows how to take a rough and demanding mate. It was made to be used and to take pleasure from that use.
He bends me forward, pushes the heavy crates with one hand in such a way I never could with all my strength, and gives me space to rest my upper body as he rises behind me, an unseen alien force overwhelming and dominating me completely.
I submit fully and completely, because there is no other option, and because this submission gives me pleasure greater than I have ever known.
I can hear the boots and cries of the wicked aliens hunting me down, and I know it is only a matter of time before they find me. Us. This alien and I are now connected, locked together by our flesh.
A scaled hand runs up my back, beneath my all too simple clothes. I can’t see it, but I can imagine the way the fibers of my knitted jersey must be undulating and giving way around the intrusion of his hand just as my flesh is undulating and gripping his cock. He is inside me. He has me. I am his.
With more room to move, and more space to thrust, the alien behind me starts to fuck me properly, the way I have only dreamed about being fucked in my wildest, filthiest dreams, the ones that come in the middle of the night and leave me writhing and shamefully wet between the sheets.
I was so tight when he first slid inside me, my muscles unaccustomed to relaxing and allowing an intrusion of the kind his cock creates. Part of what once belonged to me now belongs to him. He surges in and out of me, every stroke taking a little more of that ephemeral quality of myself. I am being fucked into oblivion, handled carefully and yet with rough hands, used for the alien’s pleasure as well as my own. I no longer feel afraid in any way. I feel as though everything is happening just as the universe intended. There’s something about sex, I am learning, that makes worrying impossible. How can I think when I am doing so much feeling?
I hear him snarling and growling with every thrust, as if being inside me is winding him up into a frenzy of need.
Zain
This human is perfect. Perfectly shaped. Perfectly soft. Perfectly wet and hot and mine. Her hair falls into her face, away from her neck, and I reach up and grab that vulnerable place, wrapping my fingers all the way around her throat.
Her body is wrapped around mine, the tight interior of her sex gripping me with very human desperation. These creatures know how to hold on to what they want, be it hope or their world or my big fucking cock.
I am so much larger than she is. I feel the need to be careful, and I feel the impulse to be reckless. With every thrust, I bury as much of my scaled cock inside her as she can take, holding back the last few potentially fatal inches. She can’t hold all of me. She wasn’t made for me.
Fucking humans is wrong. They’re made for each other. Not for us. We’re superior creatures, a more advanced species. We… fuck, she feels good. She feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, wrapped up in one perfectly sweet but far too weak human package.