Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I feel a pulse of excitement and pleasure at those words. The idea of belonging to one male, and one male only feels like a fairytale to me. Every other male I ever encountered was looking to treat me like a disposable tool. When Wrath says he is going to use me, it doesn’t feel like being used at all. It feels like being loved.
I stretch for him, just as he wants me to. I spread myself for him and he spears inside me, going deeper and deeper, inch by inch until there is no more of my internal territory to claim. I stare, wide-eyed up at him as my pussy tries to contain his massive, throbbing cock.
“You’re so big,” I gasp.
“And you are not,” he rumbles back. “Does it hurt?”
It doesn’t hurt. It feels like it should. Logically, I do not understand how my body is capable of taking this thick an intrusion. But my flesh is reacting to him as if we have done this a thousand times before, as if he has always owned me, and as if I have always been his to fuck.
He lifts me up, depriving me of the same flesh I was just so excited to adjust to. I do not want him outside me. I do not want to be empty. I let out a little moan and try to work my hips back down on him. Every ridge and scale of his cock gives me a fresh little bolt of pleasure as he returns to my depths.
“You like this, don’t you,” he rumbles beneath me. “You are hungry for this cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, feeling my face redden as a result. I know good girls aren’t supposed to want huge alien cocks deep inside them, but part of me has always known I’ve never really been a good girl. Even when I was the best behaved on the Mare, I was still not good by definition.
His massive hands curl around my cheeks and spread them a little. The motion feels lewd. He is opening me up, spreading me. He is showing me that there is no part of my body he won’t expose and one day use.
I should be trying to maintain modesty, or protect myself, or claim some maidenly innocence, but the way this saurian looks at me, and the way he handles me makes me feel free. I don’t have to be anything besides his anymore. I don’t have to be useful to anybody. I don’t have to earn my keep. I don’t have to prove my worth. I don’t have to be ashamed of myself. I don’t have to hold onto a lifetime of guilt that I always feel for reasons I can’t even remember now. I can just be fucked by him and that is okay.
I reach down, putting my hands on his massive, muscular chest, and I let him guide my hips up and down, slowly at first, then harder and faster as his lust and my wetness allow for a rougher, more intense mating. My golden hair hangs down against his silver skin, highlighting another one of our innate contrasts.
I know he is a mature saurian. Not old, exactly, but the saurian equivalent of more than old enough to be my father. I like that fact. I like this big daddy alien making me take his thick cock and being very careful with me while he fucks my sweet pussy.
“So good,” he praises me, as if I am pleasing him. I love the praise. I have so rarely felt that I am good at anything. Since joining Sullivan’s crew, I’ve been an outcast and an inept pirate who refuses to so much as touch a weapon. I don’t like them.
But Wrath makes me feel as though I am pleasing him as completely as I can please anybody. I’m not just enjoying sex, I’m being enjoyed sexually. My body is being used for what it was made for — to bring mutual joy to myself and my mate.
He doesn’t care about what I did before we met. He doesn’t care that I’ve been bought and paid for before. Nobody has or will ever own me the way he is possessing me right now.
Wrath slides his hand around a little, so that the pad of his thumb can rub against my clit as he fucks me to orgasm, grinding my pussy down all the way, as deep as I can take it.
“Come for me,” he commands me. “I want to feel your human pussy quivering on my cock. Show me how much you like this, how badly you need this, how much you are mine.”
Wrath
She is perfect. The way she looks riding me is a sight I will never forget. This moment is imprinting itself in my mind stroke by stroke.