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)
When she told me that she had been forced to sell her body to survive, I felt her shame. There should be no shame in that. I know what it is to be alone and weak. I did not become the alpha of the underworld because I had a good and advantageous start in this world. I, too, have been taken advantage of. I have been hungry, and desperate, and scared. It was a long time ago, but those feelings never leave you.
“You’re mine,” I assure her. “You’re mine, and you will never again be anything other than mine.”
Her face is flushing, her mouth open, her eyes sparkling. I can feel her pussy getting tighter as she gets closer to orgasm. I plan to fuck her well and often, until she forgets that any other male was ever fortunate enough to touch her.
“Oh my god! Oh my!” She starts to gasp incoherent words as her climax takes her. I press my thumb hard against the little bud between her lips. That is the key to putting her over the edge, I discover. She writhes and wriggles on my cock, giving me her pleasure, showing me what she looks like in her moment of pure erotic abandon.
She is beautiful. Transcendent. She is an angel, delivered from the stars directly to my dick. I feel her start to weaken once her orgasm begins to fade.
“Such a good girl,” I say, pulling her up off my cock, and lying her down atop me. “I’m going to take very, very good care of you.”
5 CAUGHT
Wrath
Days have passed, and though I do not want to panic the human, I am starting to worry about things like oxygen and water. The supply area is well stocked, but even the well-est of stocks drops to zero eventually.
Allie has kept herself busy by cleaning. The fact that we are in a dirt hole in the ground does not stop her. The fact that there is no water to spare for these endeavors also does not stop her. She makes do with brushing the dusty dirt from one corner of the floor to the other. I think at this point it is pretty much a compulsion on her part. She does not feel good about herself unless she is being useful in some way. I suppose that can be a positive trait, but in my little human, it is more like an obsession.
“Rest,” I tell her. “You are wasting energy that you will need to escape with when the time is right.”
“They’re coming for us, aren’t they? Of course they are. They wouldn’t leave us down here, buried under thousands of tonnes of rock, would they?” She asks the question with wide eyes and fast breaths. She is worried. More than worried. She is panicking. She is not old enough yet to know that there are worse things than being trapped underground.
The world begins to rumble. Little cascades of dust start to fall from the ceiling.
Worse things… like being rescued by the wrong rescuer.
“People are coming for us!” A broad smile flashes over Allie’s face. “We’re going to be saved! Oh my god. I was really starting to worry, but now I feel as though it’s all going to be okay.”
I do not share her optimism, but there is little point in telling her that.
The machinery being used to get to us is large and specialized. It is of a design made to penetrate deep underground, and it was made for the purpose of rooting me and my kind out. This is not a rescue mission. This is an arrest.
The wall opens, solid earth turning to powder beneath the drill. Allie is so excited to be freed that she runs toward the big churning blade. I grab her and pull her back out of the way as the machine powers down.
“Careful,” I tell her. “No matter what happens from here on out, remember you are mine.”
“I am?” She looks at me with surprise.
“Did I not mention that?”
“I mean, not as such… no?”
“Well,” I say. “You are.”
“WRATH!”
A broad, tall saurian with fiery scales and long dark hair flowing from his handsome head strides into our little sanctuary with a broad, smug, satisfied grin.
“Didn’t think I’d catch you like this,” he says.
“You’ve ‘caught’ me plenty of times, Alpha Thorn,” I say, using his title like an epithet. “This won’t be any different from them.”
“A little different,” Thorn says, his gaze dropping from me to the human clinging to me. I think she might be afraid of him. I suspect she knows exactly who he is. The human women have made everything about Grave City their business.
“This time, the city is under attack from a crazed human captain,” Thorn says. “I’m of the opinion we need to tackle this together. She’s already done damage to the primal skeleton.”