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)
Her moan is enticing, as is the now regular sway of her hips. She is doing her level best to seduce me, my pretty wife, my perfect pet, my wanton little runaway turned married woman.
I grip her hips and I pull her back toward me, freeing my cock from the prison of my pants. Stella drives me wild, makes me feel things I had no idea I was capable of feeling. The need to be inside her is as urgent as the need to go on breathing.
I draw her back…
Almost…
I let the head of my cock run lightly over her soaked sex, teasing her all the more now she feels the hotness and hardness that will soon be hers to enjoy.
She curses under her breath. Is it desire, or is it impatience? A combination of both, I think.
Sliding one hand up her body, I grip the collar, curling my fingers in the back of it to pull it tight enough for her to feel my mastery. I feel a shiver run through her as her anticipation spikes even higher. The scent of her longing fills the air, and I can no longer resist.
Snarling with the effort it takes to be careful with her even in this primal, carnal moment, I pull her down on my cock and surge forward at the same time, driving inside her with the thickness and dominance of my alien rod.
She comes practically instantly, her pussy clenching tight around my cock with a now familiar and oh so precious grip. I fuck her through her orgasm, wet sounds of a well-satisfied pussy filling the room along with my deep animalistic growls and her high pitched human moans.
I went through hell itself to claim this human for my own. We have both suffered greatly and sacrificed much. Her purity is a distant memory, her freedom an entirely forgotten thing. She is chained to me in these bonds of matrimony that make her mine in my world, and in hers.
She takes every increasingly rough thrust of my cock, making the scales at the base of my dick gleam with her human juices. I am going to fill her up with my seed.
Her ass bounces back against my thighs with every thrust, her long curls tossed as she writhes and wails, sounding every bit like a feral little animal. She doesn’t sound tamed now. She sounds like a wild beast being fucked by her dominant mate. Those sounds spur me on, and nearly make me come, but I am not done with this little session. Training my pet means training myself, taming my own urges as much as I tame hers.
I pull free of her dripping pussy, knowing that her first orgasm will surely not be her last this session. She looks back at me with her face all flushed and her eyes bright with need and I crave another part of her.
“Come here,” I growl, using the collar to pull her back and also turn and push her down. She is between my thighs now, kneeling beneath my cock, her mouth open like a good little girl.
She doesn’t have to be told twice to start sucking. It is part of the human oral psychology to want to wrap their lips around the things they desire. She craves my cock inside her in any way possible, and she shows me as much by lapping at the underside of my juice soaked rod with her agile, eager, soft tongue.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her. “Such a good pet.”
Stella
He knows how to make me melt for him. He knows how to pleasure me so intensely that I forget myself and just become slave to the sensations. My pussy has that comforting, hot ache I get every time he fucks me, and my clit is tingling with fresh interest in new orgasm as I take Kahn’s alien cock into my mouth, feeling him slide over my tongue time and time again. I want to swallow his seed down. I want to be filled with him so completely I never feel separate from him again.
It was only a matter of days, really, in which we were separated, but our separation was so painful that every minute felt like an hour, and every hour felt like a day. Kahn has become the center of my universe, and I know that I occupy the same place in his life. We are like two stars, orbiting one another for eternity.
Kahn’s fingers curl, his breath coming in shorter, harsher grunts. He’s got to want to come so badly, but he’s holding back. He loves to be in control, and he wants to be in control of this too. But it’s my mouth pleasuring him, and I am learning how to kick and kiss and suck in all the ways that drive him wild.