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)
I watched, my heart pounding, as Gamma shrugged off his finely tailored coat. The fabric whispered as it slid from his broad shoulders, revealing the powerful musculature beneath. His blue skin again displayed that strange, subtle glow that I couldn’t quite have described. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the play of his taut human—but also more than human—muscles beneath that ethereal surface.
With deliberate slowness, Gamma’s large hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. I held my breath, mesmerized by the graceful precision of his movements. His fingers barely brushed the fabric, yet the fly began to open of its own accord, as if responding to his mere presence.
In an instant, his enormous dark blue cock sprang free. I gasped, a mixture of terror and arousal coursing through me. It was even more impressive than I had imagined—long and thick, with a slight upward curve. The shaft was adorned with subtle ridges that seemed to glow faintly the same way the rest of his skin did, while the head flared dramatically, its tip glistening with a bead of pearly fluid.
“Open your mouth, Tessara,” Gamma commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Stick out your tongue.”
Trembling, I obeyed. My jaw dropped open, and I extended my tongue, my forehead creasing deeply at the feeling of openness. I felt somehow suddenly more naked than I had before, knowing that the doctor looked on at the girl with the red bottom kneeling in front of the man who had punished her.
With agonizing slowness, stroking the length of his rigid shaft in his left hand, Gamma lowered his cock until the head hovered just above my waiting mouth. I could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the musky, alien scent of his arousal. It was intoxicating, making my head spin and my body ache with need.
Finally, he laid the blunt tip of his manhood on my outstretched tongue. The weight of it, the velvety softness of his skin contrasting with the firm flesh beneath, sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I moaned softly, the sound muffled by his presence in my mouth.
The taste of him exploded across my senses—salty and sweet, with an underlying tingle that could have come from his skin, or could have come from my imagination. It was nothing like the bitter, often unwashed cocks I had been forced to service aboard the Conqueror of Bresla. This was something altogether different, something that made my mouth water and my cunny clench with desire.
Gamma’s massive blue cock slid slowly into my mouth, stretching my lips wide. The flared head glided over my tongue, its alien texture making my heart skip a beat. I struggled to open my jaw wider as more of his impressive length pushed inside.
“Breathe through your nose,” Gamma instructed, his deep voice rumbling above me. “Relax your throat.”
I tried to follow his commands, feeling ashamed because I had, despite my dislike of cock-sucking, become good enough at it to earn praise from my Vionian masters. Panic rose in my chest as Gamma’s huge cock hit the back of my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gagged around his girth.
“Excellent technique, Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Ashcroft pronounced. “Push past her gag reflex. She must learn to accommodate you fully.”
Gamma’s large hand cupped the back of my head, holding me steady as he pressed deeper. My throat convulsed, trying to expel the intrusion, but he didn’t relent. Slowly, inexorably, he sheathed more of himself in my mouth until my nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of his shaft.
I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam as I choked on his enormous length. Just when I thought I might pass out, Gamma pulled back, allowing me a desperate gasp of air before plunging in again.
“Very good, Miss Tessara,” the doctor encouraged. “Your body will adjust with practice. Focus on pleasing your master.”
Gamma began a steady rhythm, fucking my face with long, measured strokes. Saliva dribbled down my chin as I struggled to accommodate him. The ridges along his shaft scraped deliciously against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
“Look at me,” Gamma commanded.
I raised my tear-filled eyes to meet his intense gaze. The raw hunger I saw there made me whimper around his cock.
“Good girl,” he praised, increasing his pace.
My jaw ached from the stretch, but I found myself relaxing into the rhythm. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a perverse pride at being able to take all of him. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking eagerly as he thrust.
“Excellent,” Dr. Ashcroft murmured. “She’s adapting well. Now, Mr. Gamma, I believe it’s time to test her vagina.”
Gamma pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped for air, my chest heaving. Before I could recover, he lifted me easily and laid me on my back on the bed.