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 shake and I shudder as he covers me with his body, drawing me up to his chest in a tight embrace. He turns to the side so as not to crush me as all the energy leaves his body, having been pumped into me, and he holds me tightly as we both recover from my first full sexual experience.
Kahn
It takes some time before Stella speaks, and when she does, her voice is somewhat halting.
“That was…”
“Perfect.” I finish her sentence for her.
“Pretty good.” She grins, but in a way where I know that she is simply teasing me. She is flushed and soft and supple in my arms. She has relaxed completely into me, given me the surrender that only comes with sexual satiation.
“What are you going to do now?” Her eyes gleam with post-coital pleasure.
“Now I tame you and train you for my own,” I smile down at her. “Now I truly never let you go.”
“Oh no, I’ve made the big, mean, possessive alien even more big, mean, and possessive,” she says, not seeming to truly mind one bit.
When I wake from a post-coital nap, my human mate is no longer in bed with me. I feel her absence immediately. The collar did not alert me. Why did the collar not alert me?
It turns out that is because she is only in the bathroom. I hear her moving around in there,
When she emerges, she looks pale and unwell. Her hand is over her lower belly, and my stomach sinks to see her in what is clearly an uncomfortable state. My mind flashes back to how sick she has been, and how wounded she was. Is it possible she was not ready for sex? Was I too rough with her? Have I harmed her in some way? Guilt floods my body as I leap from the bed and go to her side.
She waves me away with a clammy hand.
“I’m okay. Don’t touch me.”
“You are clearly not okay. What is wrong, human?”
“Nothing.”
“That is clearly a lie. You are in pain. And not the kind of pain I have ever intended to inflict upon you. Are you damaged? Did our copulation cause some kind of internal wounding?”
“It’s just what happens sometimes. It’s my body. Don’t worry about it.”
“I will worry about it.”
“It’s just a period.”
“I have observed many human cycles. The state you are in does not suggest a period. Also, you’re not bleeding.”
“Well, in my case, my period hurts like hell before it starts. It’s fun. I had to lay up in abandoned buildings on my way out of the city to let it pass. I’ll be fine here. Don’t worry.”
There is a fine sheen of sweat on her brow that speaks to the fact she is not fine and will not be without some intervention.
I want to pick her up, but I do not know if doing that will cause her more pain, so instead I am left with giving her orders.
“Get into bed. I will get something for the pain.”
The collar should be activating, should be soothing this pain. I send a pulse of intention to the device and feel the slight ping of response. It’s working.
“Can you not feel the collar?” I ask the question as she climbs into bed slowly. As she does so, I note that the suit I dressed her in doesn’t seem to be appropriate anymore. I want her to wear something else. Something softer and something more comfortable.
“I can feel it,” she says with a wince.
“It should be soothing you.”
She turns around slowly and gives me a dark, pitying look. “It’s pretty hard to soothe this shit, my guy.”
“Stay there,” I tell her. “I’m going to get something to help.”
I go and I get pain relief. I go and get food. I go and get better clothing. I am not prepared for the task of taking care of a human. I have the collar, and I have the tools to contain and punish. But the pieces needed to comfort and care? They have been entirely absent from my repertoire in ways that are more than merely practical.
Stella is still in bed upon my return. She looks pale and deeply uncomfortable. It is as though the very spark has been drawn out of her. It is astonishing how much pain the human body can generate for no good reason whatsoever.
“Drink this,” I say, giving her a small cup of liquid.
She drinks it without argument, and without asking what it is.
“Gross,” she says, without any real intonation.
“It’s not pleasant, but it will work.”
“Cool,” she says, lying back on the pillows.
I am not given to feeling pity for humans, but I feel an immense amount of concern and dismay. I do wonder if my treatment of her might not have caused some of this physical fallout. Her internal organs are delicate, after all. I should have been more careful. I should have…