Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
For some reason, I’m savoring this moment. I know things are going to be difficult for the next several hours. Though human females flock by the hundreds to Club Zoom, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my kind, they don’t usually believe they will actually be chosen.
It’s mindboggling. I’ve been told these females must read and sign an extensive document indicating they understand the risks of entering the establishment. By now, all of society is aware that once they have stepped into the club, they might be chosen and not have the option to return to their lives on Earth.
And yet, these females take a risk no Eleadian will understand, and then they seem shocked and unwilling when push comes to shove.
Their unwillingness lasts only as long as their intended Eleadian mate permits. We have the power to convince them they belong to us, but in most cases, it’s best to give them a bit of time to come to that conclusion on their own. Starting the relationship without permitting a female to believe she has any freewill in the decision is apparently not wise.
I inhale deeply, nearly moaning around my Little girl’s pheromones. She’s wearing too many conflicting scents—her body soap, her shampoo, the makeup on her face, and some sort of perfume. All of those are competing with the powerful pheromones that belong only to her.
I’m anxious to remove those smells from her body so I can lower my nose to the crook of her neck and breathe in nothing but my Little girl. Soon. I need to tread carefully first.
Females are whispering around me. They’re aware that I’ve made my choice. I ignore their comments and groans of disappointment. Meanwhile, my Little girl is still facing her friend. I have yet to see her face other than on the monitor.
She’s fighting the magnetic pull. She’s fighting it because she’s nervous and rightfully scared. Understandable. And yet I’m anxious for her to turn around. I’m sure I’ve only been standing here a few seconds; it seems like longer.
Her arms are tanned and bare. The tight dress she’s wearing has tiny straps at her shoulders. By human standards, I know this is sexy. Human males love this sort of clothing. It’s out of an Eleadian male’s realm of comprehension because we would never cover our female’s bodies in any clothing at all, but I’m aware how attractive she is.
I take a step closer, leaving only inches between us. I’m breathing her in, savoring every moment of this first meeting. I’m guessing she’s five-ten, and she stands over six feet in the heels, but I’m seven-six, so I tower over her.
I can see her friend over the top of my mate’s head, but she has backed up, scrambled really. She’s shoving herself into the corner of the room, putting several feet between her and her friend.
I know why. She has sensed my friend Surgient who has come to claim her. She seems even more panicked than my own Little girl.
Several females fill the space between my girl and Surgient’s, blocking their view of each other. My Little is breathing heavily, a hint of arousal already filling my nose as she too inhales my pheromones.
Our matings are powerful and undeniable. Her body is aligning with mine even though we haven’t looked each other in the eyes, and she hasn’t seen any part of me.
When I can’t take it any longer, I set my hands gently on her bare shoulders. “I know you sense me, Little one,” I say in a deep voice.
She’s panting. Her chest rises and falls with every breath. Now that I’m close enough to look over the top of her, I can see the front of her dress. The material is tight across her chest. She’s not wearing a bra. She doesn’t need one. For one thing, her breasts are obviously high and pert—the kind human females covet, and males, too. For another thing, the thin straps of the dress prevent her from being able to wear a bra without the straps showing.
I’ve gathered from my extensive research that human females have the oddest relationships with their clothes but especially their bras. They have so many style preferences, but most of them have a tendency to spend a lot of money on the article of clothing that covers their breasts and props them up.
Eleadian males do not permit our females to make any such choices. Not about anything, but especially not with regard to clothing. That fact is one of the hardest things for human females to understand and come to terms with when they arrive on Eleadia.
Little girls on Eleadia do not live in a hierarchy with other girls. Whatever their place was on the human food chain, it vanishes after they are claimed. The female I’m touching will never wear makeup again. She won’t fix her own hair. She won’t wear clothes after I remove these. She won’t be in competition with other females she befriends when we arrive at home—including her friend who is currently being claimed by Surgient.