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 sounds that emerge from my human mate are far closer to animal than they are to sentient being. She wails and moans, she grips at me, she bites me again and again. Perhaps we will talk about that later, or not, because every time her teeth make contact, we both reap the reward of me pounding her tight hole.
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Evie
I don’t know what sex is supposed to feel like, but this feels like being consumed by a being far greater than me who has access to parts of my interior I have never experienced before. He is making me into something that did not exist before, unleashing parts of my personality that have been dormant for years.
I am going to come because I have to come. There is no trying to close my eyes and will myself to climax as I sometimes do when I touch myself. Instead I am driven to it, taken to the brink of sexual madness and thrown over with his powerful thrusts.
My orgasm is so powerful it touches every part of me. It releases me from a trap I didn’t know I was caught in. I feel so free, so absolutely unfettered from all concerns. I don’t care if I live or die, because death itself now seems like a complete illusion.
I scream, I writhe, I buck against him and he holds me through it all. I lose control of myself, and lose touch with my senses. I lose everything I thought I was. I am falling through a cascade of sensations and feelings and chemistry and I do not stop until it settles on its own.
I come back to awareness wrapped in his arms, completely held.
“How do you feel?” He murmurs the question. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” I mumble. “I feel like I found out what the point of living is all at once, in that one moment.”
He chuckles. “Orgasm?”
“Yes. That kind of orgasm. Sex. Maybe.”
“You’ve come halfway across the mapped universe to discover that sex is the meaning of life,” he says with a smile. “You may not be wrong. It is the one driving force in all life; it would be hard to see it as not being the meaning.”
I can barely stay awake any longer. I am tired, the kind of tiredness that is complete and has no competition from anxiety, thoughtfulness, or anything besides itself.
CHAPTER 4
Evie
Another day at work, and there’s a little sucker slipping over my pussy, covering the top of my mound, searching for my clit. I feel it find the location and then I am being pleasured slowly with low-level vibrations.
I realize that I am starting to get used to this. I come in, I get bent over, bound, and masturbated to climax by a machine that measures all my outputs and uses them to do god only knows what with, and it’s all just whatever these aliens call a Tuesday.
It’s different now that I’ve had real, proper sex. These suckers used to feel like the most intense sensations I’d experienced. Now they’re sitting well below the threshold of being made love to by Arkon.
“Your readings are down,” he muses.
“Did I get ruined by sex?”
He smirks at me. “No, my little human, you did not get ruined. The machine will recalibrate. Also, I have no doubt that your sensitivity will return soon enough. Let’s get one climax out of you and then I’ll see what we need to do.”
He turns the machine up, something I didn’t know he could even do. I feel the suckers clamp down more firmly, and the vibrations increase in intensity. Little electric pulses are fired in sensitive spots across my lips, above my clit, around my ass, and against my nipples and before I know it I am awash in the chemicals my brain makes when it wants me to get fucked.
He puts me through my paces at this higher intensity, forcing one orgasm out of me, and then another. The suckers are working at my clit quite hard, making that sensitive bud swell under their mechanical ministrations until I beg for release.
“Good girl,” Arkon praises when I have finished quivering through three orgasms, one building on top of the other. “Take a break.”
He unstraps me, and I stand up on unsteady feet. I definitely need water, which he brings me, and a snack, which he also brings me. I have a very pleasant post-orgasmic buzz going on.
“Am I still okay at this? Even after, you know? Last night?” I look away from him when I mention last night. I am feeling uncharacteristically shy with him, and I can’t be sure why. We were so intimate and close. He knows me better now than anyone else in the universe. I should be feeling more comfortable, not slightly awkward when I think about how it was to have him inside me, giving me the most intense sense of connection I’ve ever experienced.