Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Now I all I can think of is eating. I think about donuts. I think about turkey. I think about dick. I mean, I think about dick. I mean… I try very hard not to think about the king’s very alien cock and whatever monstrous form it might take.
I assume his manhood, or rather alienhood, has its own monstrous qualities.
It can’t be like a human cock. Though, come to think about it, a human cock stuck on his body would be fairly monstrous in itself.
He’s quite a gentleman, really. And he is spending a lot of time on me, though I am sure a king has better things to do than chat with a human woman and offer her his seed. From his cock. Jesus, what am I going to do?
Gotta Drink
It’s day three on the alien ship, and I’m pretty fucking hungry. The last thing I ate was one bite of the donut Jerry and I got. If I’d known that was going to be the last human food I ever ate, then I wouldn’t have let him take it from me.
I spend most of my time sleeping. You can’t be hungry if you’re sleeping. And I have water in all its different forms. Hot water. Cold water. Ice chips for some textured water. I’m doing good. I’m holding it together.
I’m trying not to think so much about fucking Brawn. His presence makes me feel… I don’t know. Vulnerable. Small. Maybe scared. But also very fucking turned on. He’s really hot. His presence, and his energy just do things to me.
“Ariel.”
The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine. Is it possible for a single word to change my biochemistry? When he says it, yes.
“Mhm?” I look up from the pillow. I don’t know how long I have been lying here. The ship doesn’t really have human day/night cycles, but I can turn the lights off whenever I want, so that’s nice. Sometimes I turn them off and lie there, feeling the hum of the ship around me as we slide through space I am sure no human has ever slid through before.
“You need to eat.”
He is holding a cup in his hand. I know immediately what he has in there.
“I really don’t, I’m fine. I used to fast on Earth all the time. It’s good for you. It resets your metabolism and brings you closer to the hum of creation or whatever. It’s like, spiritual.”
“You are hiding. You are not growing. You are certainly not doing anything in the spiritual realm. I would know. I can see it.”
“You can see ghosts? Cool.”
“Eat. Ariel.”
“That’s technically a liquid, and I’d still be drinking it, so…”
“You are weakening by the hour. Your pulse is faint, your biochemistry is plunging in intensity,” he says. “I will not allow you the illusion of choice much longer.”
Illusion of choice. That about says it all.
“Get fucked,” I say succinctly. “I wouldn’t drink your semen if it were the last source of protein in the universe.”
“Why not?”
“It would mean something to me. Even if it means nothing to you. Humans don’t suck the dicks of people they don’t really like.”
* * *
Brawn
We are far too far away from the station for her to last. Her ordeal on Earth, her transportation to the ship, they have all taken their toll on her precious energy reserves.
She is hungry. I can see it in every bit of her being. This human is fragile, and she needs to consume some calories. I do not know why she is so obsessed with sucking my cock, when there are obviously simpler ways to extract my essence.
“I saved you what you might consider the humiliation of sucking it from my body, and I have put it in a vessel you associate with positively.”
“I’m not drinking your…”
I am done listening to her refusals. They are no longer an option. I put the glass down beside the bed, sweep her up into my arms, one arm wrapped around her midsection, the other reaching over her face. I pinch her nose and then, pinning her in place with my elbow, use my free hand to bring the glass to her mouth.
She has no choice but to swallow. I can see the fury in her eyes, that darkness which is so uniquely her. I am sure she would kill me if she could, but she cannot. She has to give in to the demands of her biology, the craving of her body for oxygen.
The first swallow is reluctant and I feel her brace herself for it to be disgusting. I release her nose as soon as my essence touches her tongue, knowing that she will not resist any longer. I watch her expression change from fury to surprise as she realizes my fluids are not anything like she imagines.