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 stuck in two completely different worlds right now. In one, three aliens are telling me I belong to them. In another, I am becoming aware that if security spots them, they’re going to spot me too, definitely. And once that happens, I’m going to get fucking banned from Zeal. And once that happens, I’ll have to find some way to survive in Sudo space, which is as boring as it gets. I’ll have to get a shuttle to the little satellite they run, the one that has nothing but low-slung office buildings. Everyone in Sudo space works as a vibe coder. Everybody wears a beige uniform. Everybody eats Sudo rations. It’s basically prison, with extra steps. But it’s better than falling to your death, I guess.
Practicality wins out over curiosity.
“I can’t hang right now, guys,” I say, using the same line on them that I’d use on any men who weren’t buyers and who were drawing way too much attention.
I know that the whole crowd is being scanned constantly by artificial surveillance. You really have to work to act within the bounds of acceptable normality if you don’t want security alerted. The actual people in the crowd might not be noticing these creatures somehow, but the security bots will, and once they start investigating, we are all fucked.
The Minotaur turns to the others, coming to the same conclusion I already had. They understand how this place works, so it seems. They’re under cover, just like me.
“We need to get her out of here,” he says. “I don’t like this place. Far too much security.”
They press in against me, closing the distance completely. I feel one alien hand against the back of my neck—that’s the blond alien. There’s another on my lower back. That’s the Minotaur. Another one loops lightly around my throat. That’s Sharp, and he looks like he really fucking means the grip.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I gasp.
Their combined touch ignites something in me. A memory, maybe? Or something more primal. A need. I am suddenly so fucking horny I can barely handle it. I can feel wetness between my legs, a literal slickness in response to waves of desire coursing through me uncontrollably.
“You thought you’d run away from us and we wouldn’t find you?” A voice is deep in my ear, resonating with the very marrow of my bones. Holy shit. I feel like hot liquid is running down my spine, circling through my belly, activating my clit.
“I am going to make you pay, you little wretch,” Sharp promises me in a tone as cold as ice.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I say. I practically moan the words.
“We’ve missed you, baby,” the blond says. I feel his hand running over my ass. I never let anybody touch me like this. If men try, I hit them. If hitting them doesn’t work, I do more. But right now, I’m not doing anything. I don’t want to stop this. I’m being felt up in a club like one of the Real Women TM and I want more.
The bull runs his hand down the front of my body. His thick, powerful fingers rub over the apex of my thighs, over the shorts underneath my skirt. My knees almost immediately buckle, but the hand at my throat tightens and keeps me upright as this alien, this devil, this fucking monster with untold power slowly and competently starts to finger me. He starts over my underwear first. I’m wearing cute little boy shorts under my skirt so if I have a tumble or something I don’t flash the world.
He pulls my shorts to the side and exposes my lower lips. My pussy is drenched, and he manages to slide two thick alien fingers inside me. They’re hot and hard, and they make me feel like I was made for this moment. I’m being fingered by an alien Minotaur while others watch.
Sharp is examining me. His grip on my neck is firm, not cutting off my breath, but keeping me in place. He’s not going to let me go. He’s never going to fucking let me go. I can feel that deep inside me, in some place where things I didn’t know I still knew seem to have been hiding all this time.
The fingers plunge deep inside me, stretching me, all the way to the base of his fingers, the fat of his palm presses against my clit, and the Minotaur starts rocking his hand against my pussy, grinding my clit and filling my pussy at the same time. Behind me, the other alien pushes my legs open with his foot.
“That’s right, good girl. You’re being so good for us,” the blond purrs from behind. “You’re going to make up for all the time we’ve missed with you. We’re going to wrap you around our cocks, fill you with our seed, breed you nice and deep and hard, and you’re going to remember what it feels like to be happy with us again, our little stray.”