Her Shameful Service – Galactic Discipline Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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“Please fuck me, Master,” I sobbed. “Please.”

The baron’s response came in the form of a firmer grip on my hips, and then, as I cried out in alarm at how near lay the fulfillment of my shameful plea, a brutal thrust of his hips. His huge, rigid manhood drove into my pussy, and my cry of fright became a scream of agony as he ripped through my virginity at last and filled my vagina with his iron-hard cock.

I felt his mouth come up against my ear, and despite the terrible discomfort of his invasion between my legs, an electric thrill of ecstasy sent a shiver through my body at the warmth of my master’s breath against my cheek.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Time to come on Master’s cock.”

I shook my head. I felt certain I could never have a climax that way, with him opening my pussy much too wide, holding his rigid penis in much too deep.

But then he began to move, very gently, only a millimeter or two, still using his hands to control my hips, but using that hold to move my clit against the buzzing knob. I kept shaking my head, but the reason had changed completely: now I didn’t think I could survive coming that way, because the pleasure seemed much too great for my body to endure.

Gradually the baron made his thrusts longer and deeper, so that his lap came up against mine as if to remind me of my whipping. The agony of the paddle had faded into the dull glow I had already come to know so well, and each little reawakening of it seemed to bring the climax closer, making me sob and cling with all my strength to the bedpost as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the real world.

I lowered my eyes a little, and I saw the galaxy in front of me, through the enormous window, all the stars my master had given me, and I started to come. I lost myself in the view, and the detached observer seemed to watch my first fucking from a red star, in the very center of the window.

My body shuddered as the baron kept fucking me and fucking me, his cock moving faster and faster, seeming to become ever harder at the delight he so clearly found inside my pussy. He moved his right hand to my shoulder, his left remaining on my hip, and he fucked me so hard that I knew the force must come from his own helpless need. Each of the growls from deep in his throat that came with every thrust now seemed to bring a separate little burst of pleasurable release inside my pussy as I understood how very much he enjoyed possessing me.

Then at last I felt his hips jerk in a suddenly irregular rhythm, and I felt his hot manhood pulse the same way it had in my mouth, when I had done my kneeling service. I let out a tiny whimper at the feeling, at the knowledge that my master had put his seed inside me, where it might make a baby.

Vaguely, I sensed him unfastening me from the bedpost, lifting me up, laying me down in his enormous bed so that I could see the stars right in front of me. He got into bed behind me, and he held me, kissing me along my jaw, on my ear, the back of my neck, so that I sighed as my body, sore from my lesson and my exertions, began to relax.

Slowly, my thoughts began to come back together into something resembling reason.

He had hesitated, I remembered. He had given me that moment to think about myself, about my spirit, and to undergo that last, decisive transformation. I might have found my way there anyway, I supposed, but as it had happened, my master had let me decide—even though what I had decided was to beg him, to plead with him to thrust his cock inside me, to take me, to use me as he saw fit. I loved him for that, as strange as I knew it would have seemed to me just a day ago.

I had projected myself far, far outside the Gravamir’s Joy, out into the far reaches of the galaxy. I thought about my master, and I thought about myself, there among the stars, for what could have been long hours or mere seconds. Ideas and emotions, memories and sensations, began to settle into a sort of new constellation, or maybe a new way of looking at the constellation that had always been there. I had seen it from Kamnos, and then from Vion Prime, and now I could look at it from this moving starship—traveling, I knew, at almost the speed of light and yet from the perspective of the stars, not seeming to move at all. The constellation of me: of Chalondra of Kamnos… of…



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