Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I want to ask if this is typical in his culture, but it doesn’t matter. I like how it feels. I like seeing the universe spread out before me in ways most humans will never get to see, being touched by an alien so hot he appears angelic. His fingertips settle over the most sensitive part of my sex and I feel a warmth there, a warmth that feels like I might be imagining it at first, but quickly begins to build.
“Oh, my…”
“Keep your eyes on the nebula storm,” he says, the tips of his fingers performing a slow, warm circle around my clit, keeping that sensitive bud at the untouched center of his swirls for several revolutions before lightly passing his fingers directly over it. I shudder and jolt in the chair, but he keeps the pressure steady no matter what.
The sky before me continues to shift as we move at incredible speed. I see spiral galaxies laid out before me as he draws his hand up, finds the waist of my leggings, and slides behind it, his long, warm alien fingers finding the increasingly wet core of me. His other hand is wrapped lightly around my neck now, keeping me still, and keeping my eyes locked on the wonders of creation as he starts to explore what hides beneath my panties.
“You have a very delicate structure,” he muses as he traces the soft lips of my sex. He finds the bud of my clit and presses on it, tapping that button like it might do something. It does make me squirm and writhe, but nothing more before he moves his fingers away and down, all the way to the entrance of my body that has started to brim with desire.
“Is this like an orientation? Usually it’s just a handbook and a slide presentation.” My breath hitches as his fingers slide up the length of my soaked slit.
“This is an orientation,” he says. “Or perhaps more of an evaluation. Or perhaps the beginning of a well-deserved disciplinary procedure.”
Just as he says disciplinary procedure, his fingers slide inside me and I feel their thickness and their heat inside my body. He stops just inside the entrance, feeling a thin barrier that has been there for a long time.
“You are virginal,” he says.
“Uh, yeah?”
“That would make a rough mating a disproportionate punishment,” he muses, almost more to himself than anyone else. His fingers slide out of me and return to my clit, stroking in circles again.
“Keep watching the stars,” he says as we leave the nebula behind and move through a deep darkness where systems spiral on the perimeter and we are cloaked in a kind of nothingness that feels oddly comforting. Like being back in the womb, while still knowing what the womb is.
His other hand slides from my throat to the back of my neck, squeezing imperiously but not painfully. One hand remains between my legs. The other two are performing their own functions. One snakes around under my breasts, the other keeps my thighs spread. I am wrapped up in hands upon hands, and there is no escape from the pleasure.
I look out into the vast bath of creation, knowing that I am seeing only a small pocket of a fraction of a piece of what wonders exist, and he pleasures me with slow, deliberate motions that make my clit hum and my inner walls clench.
“A virgin sent to my venture,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. “A beautiful human creature who does not respect the rule of law or common courtesy…”
“Hey!” I complain, though it is hard to come up with a coherent argument when my clit is being sensually strummed.
“You knew better than to try to disrupt ship’s systems for the chance to steal tech,” he growls. “You know how to behave, I think. I have studied your career, short as it may be. You are talented. You are procedural. You do what you need to do when you need to do it. So you knew you shouldn’t try to take any tech from the transport ship. Didn’t you?”
I am lost in the sensations and the view.
“You knew better, didn’t you?” He prompts me again with a light slap to my clit that makes my moan emerge shamefully.
“No,” I say.
“You didn’t know not to steal? Not to break the rules?”
“There wasn’t any rule posted about not opening maintenance access panels.”
I just barely manage to get that out before the shivers of impending orgasm make talking feel almost impossible.
“Do you want the collar back? What about the cage?”
The questions catch me off guard and make me blush furiously, which I did not think was possible when I was already this aroused.
“No,” I moan.
“You’re lying again. You want both,” he intones. “You want me to wrap a collar around your neck and tell you that you are never going back to the Alpha Core. You’re going to stay here with me. Forever.”