Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“You have never been mated before?”
“No.”
I hesitate briefly, but the quivering of her ripe sex around my cock drives me onward. She deserves this handling, and she offered herself. This destructive little human virgin is going to learn a lesson today.
“You have taken something from me. I will now take something from you. You are about to lose your innocence, little human. You are going to give whatever passes for purity to me and become my personal fuck toy for as long as it amuses me to fill you with my seed.”
Sullivan
I’ve done some wild fucking things in my time, but this is the wildest by a really long way.
It might seem crazy that an outlaw of my experience has kept herself virginal, but it was never anything I wanted to trade or give away before. The men you meet on an ongoing crime spree aren’t usually the kind you want inside you. They’re usually the type to leave something behind that will stick around.
I always looked at losing my virginity the same way I looked at losing my life. It was probably going to happen when I least expected it, and against my will. This is the former, but it isn’t the latter. The second I laid eyes on Thorn, I felt a charge of pure sexual energy rush through me. There’s just something about this guy. Something about the way he holds all however fucking many feet of muscular saurian mass when he moves. Something about the way he speaks, in a low rumble with just a hint of a sibilant hiss. He is sex on two thick, scaled legs. He is the embodiment of dominant energy. The way he took easy control of the situation and of me without so much as raising his voice makes me want this.
Or maybe I’m just the kind of reckless woman that decides she’s going to lose her V-card one day for just any reason whatsoever. There’s nobody here to judge me except the alpha, and right now he doesn’t seem to be spending a lot of energy on judgement.
He cups my ass in those big hands of his, spreading my cheeks wide. He uses his knee to part my thighs wider too. He wants me open to him. I feel cool air on my pussy, and I feel my own moisture starting to trickle down the inside of my thighs.
I want this alien. I want to feel him inside me. My body is on fire with arousal and need. That’s a side-effect of the little helper I have inside my skull. Sometimes when I should be really, really scared, instead I get really, really turned on. At times like this, all my fear is turned to potent, intense arousal. The more danger I am in, the more excited I am, and the more I enjoy myself.
The fact I’ve never fucked before is because most of the time when I’m in this state, someone is trying to kill me, not fuck me. The massive alien manipulates me between two big hands, holding me up off the floor, with my upper body on the countertop, my toes nowhere near solid ground as he pulls me back against his cock.
I learned long ago that there are surprisingly few limits to what people can do. Humans aren’t one of the biggest aliens. They’re not one of the strongest. We’re not even one of the smartest. But we stack talents like no other. We’re a little bit of everything. A little bit strong, a little bit smart, a little bit dangerous, a little bit twisted, and hell, let’s be real. A lot fucked up.
This is probably supposed to be some kind of punishment. He probably wants to dominate and subjugate me. He probably thinks he’s proving a point. But he’s not proving anything besides the fact that I haven’t been fucked before and I’m finally willing to get laid.
“What are you waiting for?” I throw the question over my shoulder as I squirm eagerly. “I thought you were going to take something. Take it, then!”
I bet he doesn’t fuck me. I bet he decides I’m too eager and does something else instead. That would be a pity, but I’d keep whatever value there is in so-called purity for a little while longer.
Thorn
She wants my cock, but I can already tell by how tight the entrance of her sex is that she is not ready for it. I find myself wondering if she wants sex, or if she just wants pain. There’s something twisted about this human female, something even wilder than the local forest primal — and she’s a beast older than time itself who follows nothing but pure, base instinct.
Whether she wants pain or not, I know she needs punishment. Surrounded by the remnants of one of my territory’s oldest watering holes, I decide to slow down just a little. Long enough to give her what she truly deserves.