Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
I want to feel him… I let out a moan as all my wants suddenly coalesce around the introduction of the thick head of an alien cock I cannot see but can absolutely feel the heat of, at the entrance of my pussy. I am wet. More than wet. I am soaked.
Ark’s hand goes to the back of my neck, his fingers wrapping around my neck and reaching my throat. His grip is both powerful and intimate. I haven’t answered his question, and it doesn’t matter. We both know what I want, and what I need. I am kept in place quite easily as his massive form shifts carefully behind me and slides his cock right up inside my cunt.
He is big, designed to mate with a female of his species, but my pussy stretches for him, my inner walls parting to take him. I let out a helpless, happy little whimper. I have not been given a choice in the manner of my mating, but I do not care. He is making me feel like I belong to him, like I am not only his pet, but his true property.
My pussy is taut around his cock, my inner muscles clenching him with an absolute animal desperation. I want him inside me. I want him to keep me filled like this forever. I can’t think. I can’t do anything besides submit and be fucked by my alien owner.
For once, maybe for the first time since I met him, and probably long before, I relax. I let life happen. I let something greater than me fill me, pleasure me, and take care of me.
Arkan’s lovemaking is passionate and intense and yes, with an edge of punitive intent. I am still in trouble. I am still his bad little pet. But I am also wrapped around his dick like the human fuck toy I am.
I feel my face pressed against ancient alien stone, my red hips rising beneath the dome of the roof as Arkan’s cock spears deep inside me. He knows how to fuck, that’s for sure. His hips grind and move to make his cock find every inch of me, the head of him repeatedly and near punishingly grinding across my g-spot.
This is not languid lovemaking. This is a fucking. This is designed to show me my place and claim me. He doesn’t tell me this, he shows me in the rough and intense thrusting that takes us both rocketing toward climax.
“YES!” He growls the word in my ear, his hair falling in an intimate blue curtain around my head and shoulders as he arches his hips and pulls me back against his big, scaled, alien body.
Ark comes inside me, his seed filling me to the brim, some of it escaping even before his cock leaves me, the aching muscles of my sex no longer able to maintain their resistance. As he pulls out from me, I not only feel as though he has left, I feel like I have been physically emptied of a force I need.
I am left dripping with the evidence of our mating, of my defilement and my claiming. I am sore. My ass is sore, my pussy is sore, my pride is absolutely aching. How can I rebel now that he has shown me the true nature of what I actually desire?
I have not yet come. I wonder if he notices. I wonder if he cares.
Arkan scoops me up from the floor and proceeds to carry me up the stairs. This time he does not spank me the whole way. Instead, he cradles me close to his chest and rubs my rear with gentle and caring strokes. Occasionally his fingers stray close to my hungry yet ravaged sex, and I let out a little mewl of need.
“Bath time, pet,” he murmurs as he takes me into a bath chamber which is made of more of that smooth stone. I feel myself squirm at the sight of it, remembering how it felt against my cheek when Arkan was deep inside me. I don’t think I’m ever going to look at stone the same way again.
I find myself snuggling with him as he runs a bath the old fashioned way, then he gently places me into the very large, very luxurious tub and allows me to float happily in the relatively deep water. There was never enough water to bathe in on Earth. We’d wash ourselves with damp towels most of the time, because drinking water was very limited.
Oh no. It’s happening. I’m starting to appreciate creature comforts. The post-coital feeling of wellbeing is suffusing me, taking away the tension that I’d usually have all the way in the pit of my stomach, leaving me blissfully floating in warm water.
I want to fight my own comfort, but it’s just too comfortable. I figure it won’t hurt to relax for a moment, right? I can let Arkan take care of me. Or failing that, I can at least take advantage of his bath.