Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” Sharp says encouragingly, rocking his hips back and forth, using me for his pleasure. “You have always been so good at getting fucked, haven’t you. You never deny the use of these tight little holes, because you always get so wet when we want you.”
My body produces more liquid desire in response to his lewd comments. He is so right; when my mates show me this kind of intensity, there’s something in me that always responds.
He rolls over onto his back, keeping me on both his cocks as his big scaled hands grip my ass, guiding me up and down the length of both shafts. This is the most gentle way he can mate me. I know he’s trying to avoid hurting me. But he’s dominating the hell out of me regardless, keeping me in motion on his cocks.
“Ride me, pet,” he orders, moving his hands from my ass to my face.
I do as I am told, working myself back and forth on his scaled appendages, feeling the hot, tight ache in my ass and the even more tender flesh of my pussy. I try not to complain, because if he thinks he’s hurting me he might stop me, and I don’t want to be stopped. I want to be fucked.
Kronos dominates me roughly. Sharp has some way of making me want to please him. Our bond is very different. He reaches up and cups my face.
“I will follow you from one end of the universe to the other,” he tells me. “I will never let you go. I will protect you from everything, mostly from yourself. Now come on my cocks. Do you want me to count you down?”
I nod.
“Ten,” he says, pulling me down on his cocks and making me grind back and forth.
“Nine,” he says, lifting me up to the tip of both cocks.
“Eight,” he growls, sinking me back down all the way, slowly and deeply. I let out a long moan. My clit is tingling, my pussy is so swollen and so tender and gripping him so hard. “Are you going to come for me on time, pet?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he praises, proceeding to fuck me nice and firm and hard.
“Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two…” Those strokes are swift and rutting.
“One,” he growls, pulling me down on top of him, wrapping his arms around me and holding both my arms behind my back as he hammers his hips up into me, pounding my pussy and my ass as rough and as hard as I can take.
I scream as orgasm rushes through me, cascading from my scalp all the way to my fingers and toes. I buck and wriggle on his cocks, feeling him loose himself inside me, his seed joining Kronos’ deep in my fertile bare pussy.
He keeps fucking me and I keep coming. The orgasm is drawn out far longer than I thought it could go on. Every time his cocks pound inside me, I feel my inner walls rippling and gripping, my toes curling and my heart pounding.
By the time his thrusts slow and I am allowed to come down from the heights of a most intense orgasm, one that feels as though it has drained every bit of energy from me, I have nothing left to give. No comments, no promises, no words.
I fall asleep on his chest, wrapped in his arms, both of my ravaged holes leaking his seed back onto his body.
“So,” Boss says. “Guess it’s my turn to breed you.”
I am so fucking sore. Yesterday’s absolute marathon has left me aching when I walk. The morning has broken, and I am nursing a cup of low-level stimulant. Sharp and Kronos have made themselves scarce because it is, as Boss says, his turn.
“I…”
He puts his massive hand on my head and ruffles my hair. “It’s okay,” he says. “I heard you screaming last night. I bet you’re as sore as you’ve ever been, huh.”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“You do not need to be sorry,” he says.
“You were ready to gore Kronos last night,” I remind him. “You want this.”
“I can wait for you to be ready again,” he says. “I have waited, and will wait years for you if need be.”
“Then what will we do?”
He smirks. “I want to take you out,” he says. “Do you want to see more of the station, besides the bushes in lover’s lane?”
“How did you know we did it in the bushes?”
He snorts. “Everybody does it in the bushes.”
Boss takes me out into the station, but we don’t go to the bushes to fuck like rutting animals. Instead we go to a café, and we enjoy baked goods. As I am tucking into a muffin loaded with cream, Boss produces a couple of wrapped packages for me.
“Presents,” he says. “Open them.”
“Wow, really, you got me something?”