Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Hi,” he grins. He is not serving the same attitude as the others who grabbed and handled me like meat. “Can you be quiet?”
I nod quickly.
We can barely both fit in this little hiding spot. I have ended up sitting in his lap, wedged firmly against his alien crotch. I can feel a familiar rising against my cheek, a very thick ridge that distracts me ever so slightly from the deep, existential terror I am immersed in.
He’s an alien like the others, but he’s clearly hiding from them, the same way I am. His eyes are a beautiful soothing gold, and his hair seems to have a green tint to it. His tusks are large, larger than the ones I saw on the others. He wraps a scaled arm around my waist, but I don’t feel trapped. I feel held.
“I’m Zain,” he growls warmly in my ear. “I’m here to save you.”
Zain
Humans are beautiful creatures, and the one in my lap is particularly stunning, even with her back to me. I saw her face as she rushed in, adorable features wide with fear. She has bright blue eyes the color of an earth sky, and full lips. Her cheeks are full and her chin is pointed, a little hint of angularity in an otherwise beautifully rounded visage. She’s got blonde, messy curls all mussed around her head, no doubt disturbed by her rough journey to the ship.
As she takes refuge in my lap I find her to be curvy and soft, generously made. It is like holding a delicate yet malleable creature. When I grip her thigh and haunch to hold her closer, I feel my fingers sink into her flesh just a little. She could envelop me, this pretty little human thing. I could sink myself inside her and find her interior…
I draw in a deep breath and discover that I love the smell of her. She has a rich, feminine scent and she is clad in soft and fuzzy fabric. Wool, I believe they call it. It smells of her, and of the animal from which it came. It smells of Earth and sun and sky, and all things that are alive. One of my instincts is to wrap her up and keep her safe. The other is to bury myself inside her and ravage her so thoroughly she forgets a time before she knew me.
It is lust that wins the instinctual battle. I have been imprisoned for so very long. I have needed the touch of a woman, the tender softness of female flesh more than I can express. Upon my escape from prison, I fled directly to this ship. This vessel is owned by the enemies of my family and I intend to destroy it. Before I could initiate my plan, they brought this group of hapless humans on board, and that is how I now find my cock being rubbed by the generous ass of a frightened woman.
My fingers slide up over her hips and find the thick waistband of fabric that insists on being between her and me. I am already naked. The prison did not allow clothing besides a simple loincloth, and I shed that when I entered the ship. Actually, I ripped it on a stray spar, but that is neither here nor there. My scales are gray from lack of light and easily blend into the shadows. I wonder if she knows she is feeling the rough ridge of my cock.
“What is your name?”
“Emily,” she says, her voice hitching.
“Emily, I have not known the flesh of a female in many years.”
Emily
The alien’s fingers are curled in the waistband of my pants, as if he means to draw them down my ass and bare me for the use of his cock. I can hear lust thick in his voice, and I can smell his need.
Sex has a scent, I discover. It’s not a smell like clean clothes or a fresh baked pie. It’s a kind of tang to the air, an electricity I can feel on the tip of my tongue as my lips part to draw a deep breath.
I have been ripped from my home, catapulted through the sky, and taken prisoner. I have watched a man I knew be murdered before my very eyes by aliens, whose existence is no longer any kind of topic for debate, but a horrifying reality.
I have also never had sex before.
And suddenly, that last fact seems so much bigger than any of the others, because all of the others have made concepts like waiting for the right one and staying chaste for the future seem just a little pointless.
All that matters now are the impulses and instincts that make up my body. My brain has abandoned all semblance of being able to make decisions that make sense in a world where sticking to the ground can be expected. I’ve been head over heels quite literally, and now with these big, scaled hands on my hips, I find myself wanting to follow the very simple impulses of life.