Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
And also in pain, Sark thought with alarm, as she moaned and doubled over.
“Isla? Baby? What is it—what’s wrong?” Hastily, he put the ship on autopilot and went to lean over her chair.
“Br-breeding cramps!” she gasped. “Please, Sark, must…be…bred!”
“Hang in there, baby!” he begged her. “If I can just get us to a wormhole that will take us to the Mother Ship, I’m sure they can help you!”
“No…” She shook her head, her face pale. “Nothing can help me now except…except being bred. Ahhh!” She moaned, throwing her head back in distress.
Not sure what else to do, Sark gathered her into his arms, holding her writhing, glowing body close to his chest. Both of them were naked and he could see that her breasts were full again, the dark nipples dripping with nectar. An idea suddenly occurred to him.
Maybe if he could ease the fullness in her breasts, her need to be bred would lessen. It had seemed to help her when he did it earlier and he couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Sark carried her, panting and gasping, through the living area and back to the sleeping chamber located at the rear of his ship. He had a large sleeping platform—one that was big enough for him to toss and turn without hanging off the end. Now he placed Isla carefully down in the center and laid down beside her.
“Hold on, baby,” he murmured, caressing her cheek. “Just hold on—going to try and help you—all right?”
“All…all right.” She nodded and bit her lower lip, an expression of painful sexual need passing over her lovely features.
Gently, Sark palmed her full breasts in his hands, noting how much larger they had gotten. Isla had been leaking nectar for hours by now and her pale, glowing skin was sticky while her nipples were dark and tight.
Ducking his head, Sark cleaned away a little of the nectar from the underside of one breast, allowing his tongue to slide upwards until he reached her nipple. As he had suspected, she was incredibly sensitive—she jerked and moaned at his light touch.
Trying to get her used to the sensation, Sark circled the tender peak with his tongue, lapping gently to clean away the nectar and desensitize her flesh. At last, when Isla reached for him and arched her back to give him better access, he knew she was ready.
Parting his lips, he took her entire nipple into his mouth. He was careful at first, only applying gentle suction. But soon Isla was moaning and begging for more, tugging at his hair and crying with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Oh yes, Sark!” she gasped, writhing against him. “Yes, please! They’re so full they hurt and it feels so good when you suck them!”
Sark tried not to get sexual pleasure from the act—he told himself he was only doing this to ease the pressure in her breasts and help her control her need for breeding. But as the sweet nectar flowed over his tongue and Isla moaned and thrust her bare breasts up to him, he could feel his shaft getting harder and harder.
He switched to the other breast, easing the fullness and pressure there as Isla continued to moan for him. She seemed to be enjoying the way he was helping her. But soon her moans of pleasure turned to gasps of pain and in a moment, tears were filling her lovely, dark eyes.
Letting her second nipple slip from his mouth, Sark looked at her anxiously.
“What is it, baby? What’s wrong now?” It couldn’t be her breasts, he reasoned. He had helped to ease the pressure in both and they weren’t nearly as full or painful-looking as they had been before he started sucking out the nectar. “Do your breasts still hurt?” he asked, just to be sure.
Isla shook her head.
“It…it’s not my breasts—they feel better now,” she whispered. “It…it’s between my legs. My forbidden area. Oh, Sark—it hurts so much!”
Sark looked down and saw that she was pressing her thighs together and wincing in apparent pain. It was difficult to see, but he thought that her honey might be coming down again too, making her pussy wet with need.
“Let me help you, baby,” he urged her, tugging gently at her knees, wanting her to spread her legs for him. “Open up and let me taste you—let me make you feel better.”
“I don’t know, Sark…” Her large, dark eyes were filled with pain. “I’m so sensitive there—even more than I was last night!”
“I can help,” he insisted. “I’ll be extra gentle, just like I was with your nipples. Come on, baby—let me in.”
“All right,” she whispered at last. “If…if you’re really careful.”
“I will be,” Sark promised. “I’ll lick you nice and soft until you come for me, sweetheart—until you come all over my face.” And hopefully, he thought, an orgasm would also stave off the need to breed.