Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“She’s probably hungry,” Yamal says. “Give her a bottle. Monitor her to make sure she doesn’t have an allergic reaction to it. If she keeps it down and seems to thrive, you can add some dry kibble tomorrow. Small amounts at first. Nothing else. We don’t know what her digestive tract can handle yet. Other beings from other planets have done well with the formula and kibble. That’s all the data we have on feeding small alien creatures.”
I want to scream. My body tenses.
I’m not a pet. I’m not a pet.
Except, apparently, I am.
The doctor closes his bag. “Call me anytime. I can be here in minutes. If she has an allergic reaction, call me right away. She should also empty her bowels. If she doesn’t by tomorrow, let me know. If she’s stubborn and refuses to expel, I’ll give her an enema and wash out her bowels.”
I don’t even know what he’s saying. He’s using words I do not understand. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. I hate him. I hate everything about this experience. I want to go home.
“I’ll see myself out.”
I’m glad when the door closes.
Daddy returns his attention to me. He lets his gaze roam up and down my extended frame before stroking my skin with his fingers. He starts with my legs and then my tummy.
When he circles my nipples, I arch into his touch and moan. My anger starts to evaporate.
“Such a pretty Little pet. I didn’t realize how attractive you would be,” he says softly.
I stare at him. His face is relaxed now. He’s smiling slightly. His dark eyes are dilated as he explores my body. He’s more muscular than anyone I know, but I only know women. I’ve seen pictures of human males. I assume the men from my planet were also firm. But not like this. And not this large.
He otherwise looks human, except for his size.
Daddy taps one of my nipples, and I whimper.
“So responsive. You’re a very sexual being. That’s unexpected. I wonder how compatible we might be. You’re making my cock very hard.”
I have so many questions. And I’m not interested in discussing his manhood. It’s too embarrassing. So I ask one of the million things on my mind. “You don’t have relationships with your own women?”
He shakes his head. “Not often. Venkorian women don’t need us to procreate. They live together in compounds. They reproduce using their own organs. It wasn’t always that way. They’ve evolved over hundreds of years. Are human women not able to create offspring without men?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s why there are no children on the space station. I’m one of the youngest. I was sent to the space station as a baby shortly before Earth’s demise. Only girls were saved. We were supposed to use semen to inseminate ourselves years later, but the specimens were inadvertently destroyed a decade ago. On Earth, men put their, uh…shaft inside the woman and emptied their seed into her.”
He nods, chuckling. “Like pets.”
I roll my eyes. “If you don’t stop calling me a pet…”
He grins. “If you don’t stop sassing me… But to elaborate, sometimes Venkorian men have sex with our own women. We used to do it more frequently. Since it’s not necessary any longer, we rarely bother. I have had sex with women, but not for a long time. It’s not something we engage in frequently. We do it for the fleeting release. There is no emotional connection binding us together.”
What an odd culture. I don’t even know what to say in response.
He continues, “We take care of our physical needs without a partner.” He lifts a brow.
I frown, not sure what he means.
“We masturbate, Little pet. Like the doctor said. I’m surprised humans don’t pleasure themselves.”
I lick my lips. “Maybe, uh, maybe they did on Earth. I don’t know.”
He taps my thigh. “Open your legs again, Little pet. I want to see your pussy.”
My breath hitches. I want him to see it, too, so I obey.
“Wider.” He inhales deep and long. “You smell so good. I want to taste you.” Before I know what his intention is, he lowers his head and licks my folds.
I clamp my knees against his ears.
He grabs my thighs and pushes them open again as he sucks on me.
I cry out. It feels so good. Even better than when he touched that bundle of nerves. My clit, they said. I’m about to explode like I did earlier when he suddenly lifts his head.
“No, please… Don’t stop.”
He smiles at me. “I think you need to learn to be humble, Little pet.” He parts my folds and blows on my, my, my pussy. He called it my pussy. “You really like it when I touch you,” he muses as he pulls the hood back to expose my clit to the air.