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)
Her eyes well with tears, and for a brief, chaotic moment, I am concerned that somehow I have said the wrong thing. Then she smiles, and I realize these are happy tears, one of the many domains of human contradiction.
“You couldn’t have just come out and said that?” She tries to dry her eyes on my hair.
“I wasn’t going to pour my heart out for some scythkin interrogator. My truth is reserved for you, my love, and so is this…”
I sit down on the chair, which is the only piece of furniture left in the room, and I pull my little miscreant human over my thighs.
* * *
Ariel
I knew he was going to whip my ass when the ruse was revealed. I factored that into my calculations, and I’m willing to take anything that he hands out. I have missed these interludes. I have craved the sting of his palm, and the feeling of being punished by the king.
That’s a part of me I’ve always struggled with, the desire to tease, and to rebel, and to be brought to justice. Maybe that’s why I joined the LAPD in the first place.
“So, where do we start?” King Brawn smooths his palm over my ass. “Is it with the deception? Or is it where you lured me across space without knowing what I was going to find? Is it when you had me standing before you and still toyed with me even though we were seconds away from being properly reunited at any moment?”
“Anywhere’s fine with me. We could start with where you almost killed me with your dick juice.”
I feel his palm pause and still.
“I did not know that would hurt you, but I should have. I am so sorry.”
He’s told me he loves me, and he has apologized to me. I’m somewhat surprised at both of those things. I don’t know what I thought he would say and do when I told him that I was going cold turkey on his cock.
“The scythkin say your semen is incompatible with my digestive system.”
“We will have to make sure that you do not consume any more. No drop shall pass your lips. I will put it all in your other holes.”
“Oh well, very good,” I say, not knowing if he is serious or not, and not really caring. Brawn is dangerous to me, not just because of his addictive semen, but because when I am with him I sink into this place of impeccable trust where nothing seems to scare me. It wasn’t just his seed. It was him. I am addicted, forever, to him.
He spanks me, but not harshly, and not with any hint of anger. This heat is for me, it is a warming sensation which sinks through my bare cheeks and makes me tingle deep inside me. I have missed Brawn’s discipline. I have missed the bulk of his body and the personal magnetism he brings to every interlude.
The spanking does not last any longer than it takes for me to be warmed, and then the caressing starts, the slow tease of my ass and thighs, rubbing of my back and of my stomach and my breasts. He is exploring me all over again, seducing me with a gentle dominance which I cannot resist.
He is going to penetrate me. Both those cocks are going to sink inside me. I will be stretched and…
“STOP!”
“Oh Jesus, fuck no, not now…” I groan.
The scythkin which steps through the door is not me in a suit. It is the real deal. It is none other than Captain Zenith, and he is as smug as it is possible for anything sentient to be. He is eight feet of sharp and shiny fucking smug. And he’s a cock block. I don’t know which is worse.
“Did you truly believe we would let you go so easily? Did you think we didn’t track the ship we gave you? Oh, human, your arrogance is so very astonishing.”
“It’s not arrogance, I just thought you would have something better to do than chase me around space.”
“You threatened to detonate my ship in deep space. I tend not to forget things like that.”
Brawn stands up and pushes me gently behind him. If he is shocked, he is not showing it. He is as calm and composed as he ever has been.
“Did you think that I would come without an army? It is you who are surrounded, scythkin.”
Oh my god, that might be the most satisfying duo of sentences I’ve ever heard.
“Hah! That’s right. You are the one who is surrounded now!” I find real satisfaction in that.
“I don’t think so. I have you surrounded.”
“No. I have you surrounded,” Brawn repeats with even more conviction.
And that’s when some really weird shit starts happening. The first time the scythkin attacked, Brawn was off-guard. He was trying to protect me while his ship was being ripped apart. But this is different. This time he is truly prepared.