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)
“I’m fairly certain we keep her either way,” Sharp says. “She is in love with us.”
“She doesn’t say it,” Boss grunts.
I feel a little pang of guilt. I wonder why Sharp is so certain, and why Boss is so unsure.
“The vet’s report showed high levels of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin. Lab reports don’t lie. She physically loves us,” Sharp says with complete confidence. “That’s what matters. What we need to decide is who breeds her first. I suggest myself.”
“Of course you do,” Kronos says. “Why?”
“Because my species is born relatively small, and slippery. We want her first birth to be easy.”
“I think we should take the fourth option,” Kronos says.
“There are three of us. How could there be a fourth option? I have no intention of letting any human get his sweaty little pud near her,” Sharp says, his disdain for human males incredibly, hilariously evident.
“We take our DNA and we mix it in a lab. We create an infant that is biologically half all of us, and half her.”
“That’s insane,” Boss grunts. “I want to look at my son and see my horns, and my eyes, and my snout. I suppose he could have two dicks, if he wants.”
“Why are you assuming it would be a boy?”
“I want a son,” Boss says.
“In my species, having a female first child is considered auspicious,” Sharp says. “I would prefer the first baby be a girl, and I would prefer it be mine.”
“We could fight for it,” Kronos suggests. “Sharp vs. Boss. Winner gets to knock her up first, theoretically.”
“What do you mean, theoretically?” Boss asks.
“I mean, it’s going to come down to whose swimmers are the most compatible with her, and which one hits the egg first. We can argue all we want, in the end, it’s who is buried in her pussy when she’s most fertile who will win,” he says. “We all fuck her.”
“Then whoever wins gets sole breeding rights. A full month of solo access to her pussy.”
“What if she wants to fuck another one of us?” Boss comes in with another good question.
“What she wants doesn’t…”
Alright. That’s e-fucking-nough.
“I’m a woman, not a fucking breeding machine,” I say, stomping into the room. “What if I don’t want to breed at all, huh? What about that? What if you all take your cum and finish inside each other instead? What if I never fuck any of you Neanderthal monsters again?”
“Calm down,” Boss says.
I slap him. Hard. Across the snout.
The sound echoes through the sudden silence of the room. He looks at me.
I know I’ve fucked up.
But I’m not going to admit it. The conversation they were having about me was completely disgusting. It denied my humanity. It turned me into an object for their use.
“Come here,” Boss says, his deep voice rumbling dangerously soft.
“I am here,” I say, much deflated. I hate how someone else can be doing something horrible and wrong, but the second I cross a line it’s like I was the only one who ever did anything.
He reaches out, wraps his hand around my wrist, and pulls me close to him, speaking in my ear in that same dangerously patient tone. “You know that was wrong to do, don’t you?”
I squirm, feeling a flush of hot guilt.
“I guess,” I say, not wanting to admit to it.
“Say sorry,” he says, his other hand sliding around my hip to cup my ass.
“Sorry,” I squeak.
He pats my butt. “Good girl.”
Then he lets me go. I have the feeling I dodged, well, not a bullet. Maybe the horns.
“You do have some right to determine the fate of your body,” Sharp says. “But…”
“Stop,” I say. “There’s no but.”
“We are going to breed you,” he says firmly. “We want it, and deep down, you want it too.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because if you didn’t, you would be screaming that in our faces,” he says.
“Didn’t I just do that?”
“Not entirely. You asked us what if. You didn’t say you didn’t want it. But tell us if that is the case, pet. We are here. We are listening. Tell us you do not want us to take turns pumping our seed deep inside that tight little pussy of yours, making you orgasm, and draw it inside your body…”
I find myself blushing again. There is something about a creature as refined as Sharp saying such perfectly filthy things that makes me react with a sort of uncontrollable arousal.
He reaches out and pulls me close, sliding his big, scaled hand down over my underwear and cupping my pussy. “You are responsive for us,” he says. “Your body has always begged us to be bred, and you will too… these sweet lips of yours will cry out for our cum.”
I want to give him a smart reply, but that is very hard to do while rocking my pussy over his fingers, trying to find just the right spot to stimulate my clit. Sharp looks satisfied with himself, and with me. My responsiveness has always pleased him. No matter how rebellious I might seem, I melt when he touches me. These three aliens have a hard line to parts of my body and my mind that nobody else ever has.