Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“But—” I began.
“Let me show you why these are necessary.”
Sir scooped me up and took me to the living area. He sat down on the couch, putting me beside him. Then he unfastened his trousers and pulled out the most enormous cock I had ever seen.
I had only caught glimpses of it up until now and the size of it, now that I was confronted with his massive equipment, took my breath away. It was the same dusky gray with an under-tint of purple, as the rest of his skin, only the purple was more pronounced here, shading quite dark around his heavy balls.
The balls themselves were studded all over with short, stiff hairs which Sir called “pleasure spines.” He explained that if he was taking me from behind, the spines would “sting” me when he drove into me and his balls slapped against my open pussy. This would cause intense pleasure every time they connected with my sensitive inner folds and clit.
But this wasn’t the only place he differed from a human man—his cock wasn’t shaped like a regular human one, either. Instead of being smooth, its shaft had raised ridges all around it, which Sir explained were for a female’s “internal stimulation,” which I assumed meant they were supposed to rub my G-spot. It also had a thick bulge in the middle, which I thought might be quite difficult to take.
The head of his cock was broad and flaring but it had a pointed crown. The point wasn’t rigid though—it gave when I tentatively touched it, as Sir invited me to do. He explained that it was especially for breeding. Much like the tip of his tail, it would find the mouth of my womb in order to shoot his seed directly into me.
Not that his would happen, though. Sir promised he could come in me without breeding me and making me pregnant, which he planned to do when he “sealed our bond.” But of course, before any of that could happen, I had to be open enough to take his monster of a cock inside me in the first place.
“And that’s where these come in,” Sir added, holding out the shiny silver metal things again. “They are expanders that will help you open up, little one.”
I bit my lip.
“But…I’m just not used to wearing anything inside me. And why do I have to have one in the back, too?”
“When I seal our bond, it’s very likely that my candalla will be taking your rear entrance as I fill your pussy with my cock,” he explained. “You must be ready to accept me in both ways.” He sighed when he saw the uncertain look on my face. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in and that my male equipment may be frightening to you. Why don’t you take some time to familiarize yourself with my anatomy, as I have been familiarizing myself with yours?”
“You mean…you want me to touch you some more?” I asked, my hand hovering over the thick shaft which lay against his flat belly. I had only touched the tip of his cock with my fingertip, which barely counted.
Sir nodded.
“Touch me…taste me…get to know my scent and flavor and the feel of me in your hand and mouth. That will get you ready to have me in your pussy, because it will deepen our bond and help your body to accept mine.”
I still thought the idea that we were forming a “bond” was a load of hogwash, as my Southern grandmother would have said. I didn’t feel any kind of permanent connection growing between us—at least, I didn’t think I did.
Though I liked being near Sir and cuddling with him, that didn’t mean I had to be with him. I mean, I wasn’t addicted to him, or anything. Though I did miss his scent when we were at opposite ends of the ship, I had to admit. But surely that didn’t have anything to do with a permanent bond. Did it?
Anyway, I decided to take him up on his offer. Tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so thick, my fingers and thumb wouldn’t meet, but I did my best, stroking up and down, liking the feel of the ridges under my palm. I liked that his scent was stronger here too, with a hint of masculine musk that drew me to him and made me want to touch him even more.
Sir groaned, deep in his throat as I stroked him.
“Gods, little one—your hands are so soft and small.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Master,” I said primly.
To be honest, I was enjoying myself as well. It felt good to be the one in charge for a change, especially after the way he’d been teasing over and over almost from the minute I got to his ship. I found I liked being the one in control and the idea that I could make my huge, muscular Master groan with pleasure made me feel strong and confident. I love that feeling of power when I held him in my hand.