Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
It doesn’t matter anyway, because he’s never getting near me to do that! I told myself firmly.
I thought about getting out of the bath and drying off, but I decided to soak a little longer. My skin felt hot—almost feverish—and the water, which had grown cold, felt good lapping all around me.
I must have dozed off because when I woke up, the sun streaming in through the bathroom window seemed to be much lower in the sky. The water was ice cold now but my skin still felt hot. I was woozy and light-headed but I put it down to having a nap in the afternoon, which I generally try not to do.
Feeling wobbly, I carefully climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel. I would feel better once I dressed, I told myself. Then I could wake up some and be more myself.
Leaving the bathroom, I found that someone—maybe one of the maids—had already put away all of my new clothing. The new dresses and trousers were hung in the large, walk-in closet and the shoes were lined up on the shoe rack underneath. The new underwear had been neatly put away in the top drawer of the dresser. Whoever had placed it had been careful to keep all the bra and panty sets together.
I grabbed a set at random—it was white lace—and pulled it on.
The minute I pulled the bra into place, I noticed that something was wrong. My nipples—which were visible through the clear mesh panels in the front of the bra—looked extremely red and swollen. They were tender too—the soft fabric felt itchy against their tender tips.
It was the same story below. My cunny was hot and red and painful but not in an “ouch, that hurts!” kind of way. It was more like an itch I needed to scratch only I didn’t know how to do it. My clit was throbbing and I felt empty inside, almost as though my pussy was begging to be filled.
The feelings inside me were strange—so strange I didn’t know what to make of them. Maybe they were just some new form of The Need, I thought. But why would I ache with emptiness? And why did my whole body feel feverish?
Should I ask Slade for help? I didn’t like to admit I needed him—or that I wanted him to touch me. But it would be nice to be held in his arms and smell his warm, spicy, masculine scent. I found it comforting for some reason. If he would just hold me and not do anything else, I was sure I would feel better.
I was about to go find him but the first step I took, I stumbled. I tried to catch myself but a wave of weakness rushed over me. Suddenly everything was spinning around and around. I gave a weak cry as I collapsed. The carpeted floor of the bedroom rushed up to meet me…and then everything went dark.
31
SLADE
I heard Aurora cry out, though it was a tiny, weak sound. I’m sure I would have missed it if I wasn’t so intensely attuned to her.
I rushed into the bedroom and found her lying there, unconscious in a little heap on the floor. But even if she hadn’t been out cold, I would have known something was wrong. Her scent was much too hot and her pale skin had taken on a dull, feverish glow.
It was obvious right away what the problem was—The Need had grown inside her like a virus and now it was eating her alive from the inside out. She needed my compounds to balance her system.
But first I had to wake her up—I didn’t want to taste her without her knowing what I was doing. If she woke up and found me licking her soft little pussy when I had promised not to do it until she asked me to, I would lose a large measure of her trust. I didn’t want that.
I scooped her up off the floor and laid her gently on the bed.
“Aurora? Baby?” I patted her cheeks gently until her eyelids fluttered open and she focused on me.
“Slade?” she asked, her gaze still unsteady. “What…what happened to me? Why do I feel like this?”
“I don’t know, baby—how do you feel?” I asked, hoping to find out exactly how far The Need had gone.
“My…my nipples ache and my cunny does too,” she confessed, her flushed cheeks getting even pinker. “And I feel…I feel so empty inside.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking away for a moment. So The Need was really far gone. I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone for so long, but I had been trying to give her some space after what had happened with that fucking asshole from her home planet. Now I was praying I hadn’t waited too late.