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)
The shower is making me feel much more like myself. I am remembering who I am when I am not being outrageously aroused by a handsome alien boss.
I turn off the shower, which is a valve that takes two hands for me to operate, but I can do it. Then I get out, wrap myself in a towel that fits me like a dress, and dry myself off before finding my nightgown in my bag.
It’s short, falling to mid-thigh, and it’s pink and form-fitting. Okay, maybe I chose it because I wanted someone to see me in it. But I didn’t really think that would happen. Not like this.
* * *
Arkon
The human showers for an inordinate amount of time. So long that I start to wonder if she has gotten herself into trouble in there. The sounds indicate that she’s happily splashing around though, so I leave her to it. I may have to clean the bathroom after she is done, but there are worse fates.
When she finally comes out, she is adorable. Her hair is messy and a little curly, her eyes are sparkling, and she is barefoot in a little pink dress.
“You look very cute,” I say.
She blushes. I love how responsive she is to my words. My approval clearly matters a great deal to her, and that, I think, is a perfect boss/employee relationship.
“Let me help you into bed,” I say, picking her up by the waist and putting her onto the bed. It is almost as tall as she is, and as sweet as it would be to see her try to climb up there, this feels like the gallant thing to do.
“This is not how things work on Earth,” she says as she settles cross-legged on the coverlet. “I would never sleep in the same bed as my boss. And I guess I’d never… do any of the other stuff we’ve been doing either.”
“Things are different here,” I tell her. “But you will adjust, I think. Besides, you need someone to be with you. You need to be handled, and I am enjoying handling you.”
Her skin performs that cute color change it does when something I have said affects her.
“I’m going to get clean,” I tell her. “You get comfortable.”
* * *
I shower and I think about putting on pants afterward. I don’t usually sleep in pants, but she is a virgin, and preserving some of that innocence feels important to me. I do not want to take total advantage of her. I want to possess her and punish her, and I want to make her mine, and…
I force myself to think of more chaste things, and it works right up until I see her sitting with the covers over her. She is such a small, but potent creature. The room is already full of her scent, and every part of me is lighting up, including my staffs of mating.
She is a virgin, I remind myself. She is an employee from a distant planet, and I have already almost gotten her killed twice today, once during the battle, and again when she went limp as I pushed the vessel into an old warp signature she couldn’t contain.
She’s looking at me with alert eyes that avoid mine but cast themselves down my body. She is not used to seeing a four-armed man, so I understand. And then they dip lower, she sees the bulge beneath the absorbent material and subconsciously licks her lips.
More desire suffuses the room. At this point, it would be rude not to indulge her.
I let the towel slide from my waist and I watch her face pale, her jaw drop, her eyes widen as she takes in the length of my cocks. One sits above the other. The top one is the main mating apparatus. It is designed to spread the channel of our mates wide and stimulate roughly while the secondary cock enters an aperture designed for breeding. Humans, I have heard, do not share this architecture.
“There’s two of them,” she finally says.
“Yes. In our species, females have two mating apertures,” I explain, feeling somewhat amused at giving a sexual health lesson while standing naked before a half-entranced, half-horrified human.
“Oh, my god,” she blushes, covering her face partially with her hands—but not her eyes, I notice. They keep running up and down my body.
* * *
Evie
His hair is long and wet and hanging to his waist. I want to put my hands in it. I want to run my tongue over the washboard of his abdomen. He functionally has two sets of pecs because he has to handle two sets of arms, so the rippling that you get on any in-shape guy is even more rippling than usual.
He is so. Fucking. Hot. I never thought I would ever encounter a man this attractive, much less be able to look at him so boldly. Everything about him is easy on the eyes, but his cocks are particularly stunning, long and thick and with heads that are flared in an exaggerated way that almost puts me in mind of the way a dragon’s head is flared.