Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Mercy,” I whimper.
“No mercy for the wicked,” Drako murmurs back to me. “No mercy for this sweet, greedy little cunt that loves to come for me. You are going to come again, aren’t you? You’re going to squeeze every drop of cum out of my cock.”
As he speaks, he speaks true.
He slides out of me finally, and he allows my pussy to rest, but I am aching and drenched in cum, and I am drifting in a very pleasant glow that lasts long minutes until my normal senses reassert themselves and I realize how messy and sticky I am.
I need a shower, but there is no shower.
“I am going to wash myself in the spring,” I say, rising from his lap. When my thighs touch, there is a sticky, gripping sensation that makes me feel eager to wash. I know it will dry soon and become, well… best not thought about.
“Not alone, you’re not. If that beast comes back, or another like it, I’ll want to be there to save you.”
“The only way you could save me from something like that would be if you threw yourself into its mouth. The reason we survived the last attack was because it jumped off a cliff. We can’t always rely on scary things to throw themselves off mountains.”
“I’m coming with you,” Drako says.
“I can’t stop you,” I say.
“No,” he agrees. “You can’t.”
We leave the cave together and go to the spring that trickles from a fissure in the rock and has carved a relatively shallow channel across the mountain.
There is no deep river to swim in, which would be nice. I wonder if one day, a city will spring up along the banks of the lower river, which is big and broad and reminds me a lot of the one at home. Thousands of years from now, a disillusioned girl like me might take flight from this planet, finding it boring and confining.
Life might be one long cycle of making scary things safe, then getting bored of them.
Anyway, I shiver in the cool of the elevated air as I squish myself and my suit about in the water. I wonder if I could use the ashes from the fire and whatever remnants of fat I might be able to harvest from any prey we catch to create soap.
For now, I have to be content with rubbing myself with the spring’s flow, which makes goosebumps stand up all over me.
Drako keeps watch, glancing at me from time to time, but otherwise staying true to his word and ensuring nothing sneaks up and eats me while I don’t even have clothes on to make me a little unappetizing and chewy.
“We should harvest grasses,” I say. “Or maybe some leafy branches. A bed of some kind would be very nice.”
“We will see what we need when Thor returns,” Drako says. “If he comes back alive, he may bring some creature comforts with him when he does.”
I am thoroughly excited by that prospect. Even if he brings back just one ration bar, or a pillow, that would be amazing. I know that is probably hoping for a bit much. Most of the ship was destroyed in the crash. The odds that some soft bedding might have made it through intact is silly. But I hold onto hope anyway.
We retreat to the safety of the cave when we have both washed and drunk as best we can.
I spread my clothes out on the rock face surrounding the cave and hope that the sun will be enough to dry them. I end up doing much the same thing with myself, using the warmth of the rocks and the heat of the sun to dry me off and lull me into one of those simple states of animal satisfaction that I haven’t gotten to enjoy in a long time.
Drako knows how to fuck. He knows how to breed. I already do not know how I would exist in a world without him. I hope I am not being stupid and falling in love. I know I am not supposed to be doing that, for so many reasons. He’s probably not as into me as I am into him. We’re all just fucked up and traumatized, and desperate for some kind of comfort. Sex is comforting. So I’m not in love with him. Or anyone. Because that doesn’t make sense.
The day fades, my suit dries and I put it back on. Drako makes some fresh vegetables for dinner, and I raid some nearby trees for more eggs. I want to suggest that we wait for Thor to eat, but I want Drako to eat. I’m worried that he’s not getting sufficient calories to maintain his body and his mind.
I care about Drako a lot. He’s not the same man to me now that he was when he first captured me. Back then, I hated him with all my might. I thought he was the incarnation of a monster. But he was playing a role then…