Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
His cock has become inordinately large inside me, a thickening right at the entrance that prevents me from pulling off. I accidentally try to rise, but Azlan pulls me down firmly.
“Don’t,” he warns me, his voice raw with conquest. “You’ll hurt yourself. Wait until the knot subsides.”
Trapped on his cock, my orgasm becomes several orgasms, each one rolling through me more powerfully than the last, until I am entirely spent.
“Mine,” Azlan purrs as I lie panting against his chest, covered in his scent and my sweat. “All mine. Forever.”
2
Azlan
My seed is drained, my knot is softening, and Ava is barely sensate. Our initial coupling drained her as much as it drained me, her energies sapped, her pussy brimming with my cum.
I did not expect much when I picked my human mate out of the auction catalog. There were quite a number of females there, but she was the only one who had a blurred picture of her hustling what I now know must have been the cat, Buttface, off her computer. I imagine she still doesn’t know she took that picture. I could barely make out her features in it, and yet it grabbed me instantly, something about the lack of pretense in it. It was completely candid. Utterly real. And perhaps trustworthy.
I do not need a mate who will require a great deal of attention, time, or upkeep. I need someone who will do as they are told, stay out of the way, and not cause any problems for me. Of course, any female of any species would have difficulty fitting this bill, but my research has indicated that human females are among the easiest to handle. Certainly much easier than Leonid females, or Scythkin matriarchs, who lay their eggs and battle to the death. In comparison, human women are soft, docile, and peaceful. I am heartened by the news that this one has been unable to handle a Growler problem. It indicates she is not of a warlike temperament. That bodes well, for all I desire besides Ava is peace.
My cock slides from her tight interior, returning to my sheath, and leaving her dripping against the fur of my thighs. She is a messy thing. Impregnating her might require putting her in a more advantageous position with her rear raised. Perhaps I will put her on her knees and have her stay there while my seed bathes her womb. Yes. That is what I will do.
Once our mutual lust subsides, Ava is a warm and pleasant sensation on my lap, fulfilling a similar role to me as I imagine Buttface does for her.
“Can I ask you a question?” She forms the question with a nervous tremor in her voice.
“Always,” I reassure her. She has much to learn. Questions are a good sign that she is curious and in a mental space to take on the realities of her new world.
“Once we clear the Growlers,” she says, “then what will you expect of me? We go to your planet and tell everybody we’re hitched?”
I see we have returned to practical discussions. I wonder if she is embarrassed to address the sex we just had. I see the way she hesitates to meet my eye, and the pink hue of her face still has not faded. She was innocent before I laid my paws on her, innocent, but more than ready for the natural defilement of mating.
“Essentially, yes.”
“Alright. Well, a deal is a deal, but I can’t be gone from my farm too long.”
“I think you need some farmhands.”
“Probably. Do you know anybody who works for carrots, broccoli, potatoes, etcetera?”
“Do I know anybody who works for food? Yes. Most creatures will work for food.”
“I guess I hadn’t thought to look for creatures. I was thinking farmhands. Maybe a husband. But you try finding a man who wants to live on a Growler-infested asteroid with depleted soil reserves and a limited atmosphere.”
She seems unaware that I have made her my mate in every sense of the word. This asteroid of hers will be cleared of Growlers because I know that it is better to give than to receive, and she will be in my debt if I have saved her familial home. Is it is a cynical offer? Perhaps. But it is a genuine one. I need a compliant, happy mate willing to bear my seed and give me an heir. Have I mentioned that part outside sex yet? No? Well. I’ll certainly mention it eventually. No point in overloading the poor human, she already has a lot to deal with, and it’s clear she’s barely functioning, given she managed to put herself on an illegal alien slave trafficking website without noticing.
I suppose I did the same, in order for her to have ‘bought’ me. In fact, it’s possible that neither one of us made a mistake at all, but rather the auctioneers made the ‘mistake’ by doubling the available pool of creatures for sale. That’s what you get when you deal with criminals.