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)
He is coming too. I feel him pulsing inside me. I feel hot flushes of alien fluid in my bowels, and I feel myself falling into a state of submission so intense I am sure I will never escape.
He stays inside me as he picks me up and carries me to the bed, cradling me in his arms. We lie there until his cock slides from my ass, allowing a stream of semen to escape my body. We are two cum-soaked, filthy, messy sexy creatures connected in every way possible, and I am as happy as I have ever, or will ever be.
“I hope Cadence and Casey are okay,” I murmur, the thought forcing its way through what remains of my senses. Wrath has fucked me into a state of such divine relaxation I can’t imagine anything not being okay.
“Those two? They could survive anything,” Wrath rumbles.
“That’s true.”
I drift off to sleep in my saurian mate’s arms, not knowing what comes next for any of us, but knowing I will face it with him by my side. I will never be lonely again. I will never be betrayed again. Wrath is mine, and I belong to him. That is all I need to know.
Wrath
My mate lies awash with seed in my arms. I filled her ass tonight, but when I have washed, she will have her pussy bred again. She will lay for me, of this I have no doubt. I will breed her this, and every day until she starts to swell with new life.
In the morning, I will hunt the other two females down. Their punishment will have been surviving the night. I am sure it will not be pleasant, and there is some chance that they will not make it back alive, but those are the consequences of disobedience. That is a lesser matter. There is a greater one on my mind.
I have made a decision.
A new city is going to rise here. Grave City was like this once, a remote place surrounded by impenetrable geography and marked with the bones of a large ancient beast long gone to her rest.
This city will also be built around the bones of a beautiful creature. The human ship, the Mare, is very nearly as large as the skeleton in the center of Grave City, and like that skeleton which provided shelter for our ancestors, the ship’s wreckage is already giving us all we need.
Talk of rescue will dwindle in time. We will begin to accept this place as our new home.
This is what destiny has had in mind from the beginning.
I was born to be alpha, not to live in the shadowy underground of an old power structure, but to lead a new one. Our city will not be comprised of those of pure saurian blood, but a new breed of hybrid. Smaller, faster, smarter. True competition to Thorn’s old breed. Grave City’s nurseries will continue to cast out saurians like Shan, whose dark eyes mark him as an aberration, and we will take them. Over generations, something entirely new, and I believe, even better will rise from the wreckage of this ship.
Allie snuggles into me, and I smile, remembering how she accused me of always getting my way. It is not my way that I am getting. I follow fate and destiny. I do what I must, and I become what I was designed to be. I accept my nature entirely, along with the nature of others. I do not reject differences. I accept, and I suppose, sometimes exploit them.
History will say that this was my plan. They will credit me with decisions I never made, and triumphs I was forced to endure. They will call me a useful monster, or perhaps the destroyer of the saurian world. Or maybe I will be regarded as the founder of not only a new city, but a new species.
I say this is my bid for freedom. I say this is my labor of love.
I say this is the future of our world.
EPILOGUE
Casey
“We’re not lost,” I say.
“Of course not,” Cadence replies. “Only idiots would wander into an alien forest and not know where they are, and we are not idiots, therefore, we must know where we are.”
“The logic logics,” I concur.
It’s been a few days since we left the camp after Wrath told us specifically not to, but Cadence and I aren’t lost. We can’t be lost by definition, because we know where we are. We just don’t know where anything else is. There are a lot of trees, which makes things difficult. We’re used to the interior of a ship, which is a much more logically laid out place. Or space stations which also boast a certain order to things. Essentially, we are used to things that have been made by someone. Nature, by definition, has been made by no one, and frankly, it shows.