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)
“Keep your hands there,” he says, breathless. “I want to see you like that.”
I blush, but I do as I am told, lying on my back, my legs up and spread in the air, my well fucked and very well filled pussy now on shameful display as he looks down at me, seeing every detail of how red and swollen my pussy is, how roughly he has used me, and how his cum is spilling out of me and sliding around the folds of my lower lips.
“Beautiful,” he says. “No. Don’t move. Stay like that. I want you to know you’ve been fucked. And I want you to think about how you’re being bred right now, how that cum is traveling inside you, deep into your womb. You’re going to have a baby for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I’m going to have a baby for… Oh, my…”
He has dipped a finger inside my pussy and is swirling it slowly, smiling broadly as he does so, knowing how sensitive I am, and how vulnerable it makes me feel to be toyed with this way.
Thor lets the pad of his thumb find my overstimulated clit and he presses down on it as if it is a button, while his middle finger continues to slide around in my pussy.
“I think you have another orgasm in you,” he says as I whimper.
“I don’t,” I say. “It’s kinda sore.”
“Oh, I know. And that’s what’s going to make it good. That’s what you need, isn’t it? Your tight, aching little cunt giving me all her pleasure. Come for me again, baby. I know you can do it. Show me how good you’re going to be for me…”
His words, coupled with his incredibly proficient touch, soon have me suffering another climax. It is forced from me with artful fingering, my aching sex protesting even as I feel the hot flush of intense pleasure racing through me.
“See? You don’t need Drako to feel sore, and small, and sorry,” Thor murmurs, cuddling me into his arms and pressing gentle, loving kisses to my temple.
I am starting to see so many new sides of Thor, and starting to understand I may be in even more trouble when it comes to him than I first thought.
I fall asleep in Thor’s arms knowing I love him, and knowing that I am loved by him. We haven’t said the words, but there is a bond formed in the course of survival that does not need to be spoken aloud. There will never be a moment for the rest of my life that I will not know how much I was loved in these, the darkest moments of my existence.
I don’t know if we will ever get off this planet. Drako may give up searching and abandon us here. I might fall pregnant and have to give birth somewhere between a troll and a faceless horde of unending hunger, assuming several breeding pairs escaped the Vikar strikes. It’s not as easy to wipe out a species as the human race makes it look. We’re usually better at doing that sort of thing by accident.
Time passes and we prevail in our freedom. Deep inside the crevasse of mountain rock, Thor and I make another little home for ourselves. I crave safety, and he provides every sense of it he can muster. He cannot help the fact that this little camp reminds me of the cave we shared with Drako, and unfortunately that leads to a sense of nostalgic yearning from time to time.
“Have we survived a week?”
“Yes,” Thor tells me.
“And they’re still here, searching for us?”
“Yes,” Thor says again.
“Why can’t they fuck off?” I am whining, and I know it, but there is very little else to do.
“Because Drako cannot handle the fact that he, a master tactician, might lose to a firefighter. He thinks I am an idiot grunt. But I have out-played him at every turn, and he knows it. He has warship full of tech, and hundreds of men to deploy, and yet he cannot have us. It must be driving him mad.”
Thor’s smile is broad as he recounts his theory to me. I have to admit, he’s probably right. Drako really thought he had us when the rescue ship that would have taken him off to hang for his crimes was blasted into a million pieces, all souls aboard lost in an instant. The Vikar might be good at hitting soft, slow-moving targets, but they’re not as smart as they think they are when it comes to hunting the two of us.
“You love this,” I murmur to him, snuggling up on his chest. He is very kindly acting as my bed and pillow, lying on his back with a safety blanket wrapped around us. Staying warm is difficult in the cave, but the depth of it helps, and the fact that the entrance is so narrow and offset from the corner where we lie helps too.