Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I’ve never had my ass fucked before. I know some women like it, but I also know others hate it. I don’t know what camp I am in yet, but I know that it feels terribly wrong to be touched this way. There’s something twisted about it that only intensifies as he pulls those digits free and replaces them with his cock.
“There’s no part of you that doesn’t belong to me,” he growls as he presses me into the ground and slowly starts the slow, brutal claiming of my ass. “I want you to know that. To feel that. I want you to understand everything you are to me, and everything that will cost you. I am a selfish, brutal creature, and I have no loyalties to anything or anyone besides you.”
I squirm with his cock inside my ass, feeling that thick, scaled intrusion go deeper and deeper, making everything more and more wrong. His words are much harsher than his actions, and much rougher. He is taking so much, but he is giving more. He is making me his, but he is also giving himself to me, and something new is coming. Something that never existed before. Something that will not only make new life but will change mine forever. We are making an us.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls back.
That single word triggers my orgasm. It is so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be treated this way. I should be free to make my own choices. I shouldn’t be whipped like a recalcitrant beast of labor, then bred with his alien seed, and then fucked painfully in my ass — but that is what is happening. I have lost my freedom, and I have become Shan’s whimpering, crying, coming fuck toy.
I feel him grip my hair from behind as I squirm out the aftermath of our rough mating. Both my holes ache in the best way, and I feel a peace and contentment that only ever comes after Shan has taken total control. He slides himself from me, and I feel both doses of his seed leaking from my well-used body.
“Do you understand?” He growls the question in my ear with an affectionate lilt in his saurian tone. “I am not giving you a choice here. You are mine.”
My answer comes in a little whimper.
“Yes.”
9 FOR LOVE OF EGG
Six months later…
“I think I am pregnant.”
I have said this every day for months now. It has become something like a running joke to the pair of us. I suggest I am pregnant, and Shan takes great pleasure in not only confirming that suspicion but elaborating on it at length.
“I know you are,” Shan says, smiling at me with a wicked, rakish grin. “I’ve mated you so many times I cannot count, and you have not bled the way humans do when they need a fresh lining. I have filled you up, and you are swelling with my seed.”
I look down at my belly and admit that he is right. I am swelling. I am not a small woman, and a little extra around my midsection went unnoticed for a little while, but now things are very much starting to change. Shan and I have lived in the wilds for six months, and though I still think about the crew every day, I am starting to accept that this life I have now is better than the one I had before. There is a certain glow about me, or perhaps about the world in general.
Shan is attentive and protective. True to his word, he moved us away from the place Wrath first left us, deeper into the wilds. He has built us a cabin using tools made from chipped stone, wood from the forest, and other natural things. I’ve learned how to make clay pots and such and use the fire to make them harden into useful items.
We bathe in the stream nearby the house, and we cook over an open fire, and we make love often. I am happy, though I am not free. Shan’s possession is that of a jailer. He has made these open alien wilds as effective a confinement as any cell, and my body has become another type of prison.
Still, I swell with life, with hope, and with the particular kind of shackles that come with being the vessel of an infant. I cannot think only of myself anymore. I have to think of who is coming next, an innocent little creature who does not know that their mother and father are outlaws hiding from practically every kind of authority one can name.
“You should rest,” Shan says one afternoon when I am feeling particularly tired and crampy. “I will bring you food.”
It sounds like a nice suggestion, but I know it is an order. I know he is not giving me any kind of choice. Neither is my body, for that matter.