Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Sala’s fingers tightened around mine once more as Alpha’s thrusts grew more powerful. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers and moans. I watched in fascination as her face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her blue eyes glazed over with lust.
“Please…” Sala whispered, turning her head over her shoulder, her voice barely audible over the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. “Please, my lord.”
Alpha’s silver-violet eyes locked onto his wife’s face, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Without breaking his rhythm, he reached down to the arm of the command chair. His large blue hand brushed over a small panel, revealing a hidden switch.
As Alpha flicked the switch, a low buzzing sound filled the air. Sala’s entire body went rigid, her back arching as much as her bonds would allow. A scream tore from her throat, a sound of such intense pleasure and pain that it sent shivers down my spine.
My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. There must be some sort of vibrating device concealed within the chair, pressed intimately against Sala’s most sensitive areas. The sheer ingenuity of it took my breath away—a reward for good behavior, or perhaps an additional punishment, depending on how it was used.
Sala’s cries grew louder, more frantic. Her hands clutched mine so tightly I feared she might break my fingers. “Oh! Oh, my lord! It’s too much… I can’t… I’m going to…”
Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as her body began to convulse. I watched in awe as Sala’s first orgasm crashed over her, her face a mask of ecstasy. Alpha never slowed his relentless pace, fucking her through her climax and pushing her immediately toward another.
“That’s it, my love,” Alpha growled, his massive hands gripping Sala’s hips tightly. “Come for me. Show our crew how much you love being fucked in this tight little bottom.”
Sala screamed again as a second orgasm ripped through her, even more intense than the first. Her entire body shook with the force of it, sweat glistening on her pale skin. I could see her toes curling, her legs straining against their bonds as waves of pleasure racked her frame.
The vibrations from the chair never ceased, and Alpha’s punishing rhythm never faltered. Sala was caught in a loop of endless stimulation, her body wringing out orgasm after orgasm. Her cries had become almost constant now, a stream of pleas and praises tumbling from her lips.
“My lord! Alpha! Oh, please… it’s so good… I can’t take any more… please don’t stop!”
I lost count of how many times Sala came, each climax seeming to blend into the next. Her face was flushed, her black hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.
At last, I saw Alpha’s massive blue body begin to tense. His thrusts became faster, more erratic, as he chased his own release. Sala’s cries had faded to soft whimpers, her body limp and pliant in its bonds.
“Sala,” Alpha growled, his voice thick with lust. “My beautiful, obedient wife. I’m going to fill you now. You’ve pleased me so well.”
Sala managed to lift her head, her blue eyes finding Alpha’s. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please, my lord. I need to feel you…”
With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship, Alpha thrust his hips one final time. I watched in awe as his massive cock pulsed visibly, pumping his alien seed deep into Sala’s bottom. Sala let out a soft cry, her body shuddering with one last, gentle orgasm as she was filled.
For a long moment, they remained frozen in that tableau—Alpha bent over Sala’s bound form, both of them panting heavily. The air seemed thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the soft buzzing of the chair’s hidden device the only sound besides their labored breathing.
Then, slowly, Alpha began to withdraw. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of his massive blue cock, still semi-hard, slipping free of Sala’s body. A trickle of his pearlescent seed followed, trailing down Sala’s thigh.
The bridge erupted in applause, startling me. I had become so entranced by the scene before me that I had almost forgotten about the rest of the crew. Looking around, I saw that everyone was in various states of undress and arousal. Some still actively engaged in their own couplings, while others had paused to watch their captain’s performance.
Alpha straightened, his impressive physique gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. He looked every inch the conquering hero, powerful and virile. With gentle hands, he began to undo Sala’s bonds, freeing her wrists and ankles from their restraints.
As the last strap fell away, Alpha gathered Sala into his arms. She looked small and fragile against his massive blue form, her pale skin marked with the evidence of their passionate encounter. Yet she wore a look of utter contentment on her face as she nestled her head against Alpha’s broad chest.