Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I’m going to take her.
I’m going to make her mine.
Her pussy has become the center of my universe. The middle of everything. The dark hair curling around that pink flesh that is already beginning to open for me, unfurling with her arousal as blood rushes to these nether regions.
She’s moaning now, letting out soft little gasps and sighs.
For a moment, I am slightly confused. Then I remember. The collar. My desire must be activating the collar, and it must be pleasuring my pet even as I stand here locked between morality and carnal need. Sometimes I forget what a useful tool it is, as it quite often activates without my needing to consciously think about it.
I am surprised to note that I feel a pang of jealousy. Yes. I am jealous of a collar of my own making. It feels as though the device has a closer and more intimate relationship with Stella than I do — and that will not do.
Stella
The collar is sending pulses of pleasure to my pussy over and over again. He’s barely touching me. He’s only looking. But his need and my need are mixing together, and my clit is tingling so intensely it feels as though I am being licked by a thousand little tongues.
Being kept in position this way, spread open and observed, able only to grind and wish and fantasize is a sweet form of absolute torture. He did this to me once before, but now I need more. Fingers, collars, they’re not enough. My body is primed and ready for something more.
Suddenly, Kahn’s fingers are wrapped in the back of my hair, and he is moving me to a position on his bed that can really only be for one thing. He puts me face down, then lifts my hips up, encouraging my knees to bend and propping me up in a lewd way that exposes my pussy to him for the taking.
“You’re mine,” he tells me, slapping my upturned ass. “It might not be what you might have chosen for yourself, but it is true, regardless. You belong to me, and you will always belong to me. And that includes…” He pauses for a moment to press two fingers to my labia, spreading them gently with a scissoring motion of his digits. “This dripping wet, greedy little cunt.”
“Fuck,” I curse beneath my breath.
He is humbling me and seducing me at the same time. He is making me crave his cock, and his domination. I’ve been fighting this too long. He knows I want him. He can read me like a book, mostly because my body is constantly betraying me and giving me away.
I feel his cock slide along the length of my slot. I feel my body quiver in primal response to the sensation of a hard mating rod teasing me. I am going to lose my purity to this alien. He is going to take my virginity and the rest of me with it. I am already so hopelessly, helplessly attached to him, and once he is inside me, I will be his.
I’ve been fighting it internally. I’ve been trying not to want this. But all I have done is create a craving so intense I would submit every and any part of me to him.
A big alien hand fists my hair.
And a big, alien cock penetrates my tight, virginal pussy.
I am stretched. I am opened. I am claimed.
Kahn
The feeling of her hot human flesh enveloping my cock is a sensation like no other. It feels like being gripped by a creature beyond my understanding.
I’ve always thought of humans as so simple and so primitive. I assumed the sex would be basic and animal as well. But it isn’t. It is complex. It is deep. It is passionate, and above all, it is meaningful. With every stroke, I feel a bonding taking place between us. This is not just rutting. It is mating. It is lovemaking.
Her moans are poetry to my ears, and the way her smooth, reddened ass bounces back against my scaled crotch is just the right kind of wrong. Our bodies were not strictly made to fit together. I am large and she is made on a smaller scale, but her inner walls stretch for me and grip me like they have been craving me, and my cock fills her in a way that seems to more than satisfy, judging by the way I have to grip her hips to keep her still in the moments in which I am fighting for carnal control of our coupling.
She is a wild thing, thrusting herself back on me, wordlessly demanding more. I was being careful out of a desire not to do damage to her, but it seems Stella can take everything I have to give. Or at least, she wants it.