Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
As the huge bloom was fucking her, the tiny one was still circling her clit. Miranda could feel her pleasure growing as her orgasm rushed towards her.
Her pussy clenched around the thick intruder, the intense sensation of being fucked by something so big making her almost wild.
“I’m close!” she gasped. “Oh God, I’m so close!”
“Then let me help.”
Korath reached down, brushing the tiny bloom away from her clit. His own thick fingertip circled her swollen pearl, stroking it in time with the massive bloom’s thrusts.
“Come for me, Miranda,” he urged, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Come while you’re getting fucked…while the bloom spends inside your hot little pussy. Let go, lovely one. Give it to me and come.”
As he spoke, the huge bloom swelled suddenly, stretching her pussy impossibly wide before it erupted, flooding her womb and inner channel with a gush of hot, slick cream. At the same moment, Korrath’s finger pressed just right, and Miranda cried out, arching against him.
Oh God, oh God, too much…too much!
Her breasts floated in the water, nipples tingling, as her pussy spasmed and clenched, milking the plant even as its creamy seed poured into her. Pleasure crashed over her, sharp and dizzying, until she was nothing but sensation…nothing but an animal being bred.
God, she never wanted it to end!
13
MIRANDA
Miranda’s legs still trembled as Korrath lifted her gently from the glowing pool. The water streamed down her curves in rivulets, splashing back into the basin with soft plinks. She clutched at him, a little unsteady, and felt his solid strength supporting her.
“Easy, lovely one,” he murmured, his deep purr vibrating her bones. “I’ve got you.”
“I know,” she whispered, and let herself relax against him. She had never been with a man who wanted to give her pleasure the way the big Monstrum did. Most human men were just focused on their own pleasure but Korrath seemed to be fixated on hers. It was strange…and nice.
He set her gently on her feet and reached for something that looked like a folded towel—only as he unfurled it, she realized it was a single enormous leaf, veined and supple—the surface soft as velvet. It glowed faintly with its own bioluminescence, the edges curling protectively as he wrapped it around her shoulders.
“Here,” he said, rubbing it over her damp skin with surprising tenderness. “The Mother Ship provides all we need. Even linens, when woven properly. But sometimes a fresh-cut leaf is better—warmer and more absorbent.”
Miranda laughed softly, still a little dazed from the intensity of the last hour.
“I never thought I’d be toweled off by a giant leaf on a spaceship orbiting Mars.”
He rumbled with amusement.
“Get used to it. The Mother Ship is alive. Every part of her exists to care for us…and now for you.”
Something in his words made her chest tighten, though she quickly looked away. He wasn’t promising forever—he’d only borrowed her for a day and a night. She shouldn’t start hoping for more.
Not that I would—I don’t even know him!
But that wasn’t quite true, was it? She might not remember any dreams of him, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t had them. At any rate, she felt a connection to the big Monstrum that felt deeper than just a day’s acquaintance.
Once she was mostly dry, Korrath draped the leaf over her shoulders like a shawl and gestured to a softly glowing arch of vines.
“Come. There is someone I want you to meet.”
“Someone?” she asked warily, hugging the leaf towel tighter around herself.
“A friend,” he assured her. “A tailor. You have your daughter’s Joining to attend on your world, yes? Then you must be dressed properly. Allow me to have something made for you that will make you feel as exquisite as you are.”
Her first instinct was to protest—she didn’t need gowns, she had a perfectly serviceable Mother-of-the-bride dress in her closet back home. But something in the way he said as exquisite as you are made her throat go tight.
“All right,” she said softly. “But let me get dressed first.”
“Just wrap the leaf around yourself. You’ll be wearing new clothing that feels and looks much better than what you took off shortly,” Korrath told her.
Deciding to trust him, Miranda wrapped the huge leaf around her like a towel, which worked surprisingly well. It covered her from breasts to mid-thighs and stuck to itself like Velcro, so she didn’t have to worry about it falling off.
She was still barefoot, but since the entire Mother Ship seemed to be carpeted in soft, blue moss, it didn’t seem to matter.
They walked together down another corridor, this one darker. The vines here were thicker and older, their blossoms dimmer—throwing patches of shadow across the path. The air was cooler, tinged with a faint mineral tang that reminded her of the Lurray Caverns, which she’d toured as a girl on a school field trip.