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)
His hands slide up to my chest, squeeze and play with my breasts. Sharp is just holding me, but that seems to satisfy him, and it seems to satisfy me too. That grip on my neck feels like an anchor, and a reminder, though I still can’t remember.
It doesn’t matter, because I am feeling real passion right now, true pleasure of a kind no pill could impart. I’ve taken my stuff, once. I wanted to know what I was saying. It felt like flying, like being part of everything at once. It felt like peak pleasure—and somehow this feels better. I don’t understand how that’s possible. It shouldn’t be chemically or physically possible.
But here I am, writhing on the fingers of a massive alien who insists he knows me and owns me, and being kept in place for it by two others.
“She’s lost nothing in her responses,” Sharp says. “Look at her, wriggling around, soaked for us. Do you want to be bred here, pet? Do you need our cocks in you, one after the other like old times? Should we show these other pathetic humans what it means to have alien masters?”
His words make my stomach flip, my pussy clench, and my brain wake the fuck up in ways it hasn’t in years. I haven’t had a memory come back this entire time. Not so much as a flash of reminiscence.
But Sharp’s words and the Minotaur’s fingers lead to a sudden flash of my having been in bed with all three of them, all of us naked. This one holding me, he has scales in intimate places, and if he is not careful with me when they penetrate, then it can be very rough indeed.
The fragment of memory makes me blush and astonishes me deeply. I assumed that my lost memories wouldn’t be all that interesting. I figured I maybe saw something I wasn’t meant to see, or just got caught up in something messy. I had no concept that my life before this one involved group sex with hot fucking aliens.
I guess I do know these guys. But I still don’t know how or why or what I’m… the bull pushes his fingers deep inside me, twists, the pad of his thumb presses against my clit, and I am instantly so fucking close to orgasm my legs start shaking. Right here on the dance floor, surrounded by throngs of people, an orgasm is starting to build inside me.
I don’t touch myself much in my private time. I’ve been too distracted to do so lately anyway. I’ve been thinking about selling stuff and not getting caught and keeping stray males out of my tiny apartment.
I’m not worried about any of that right now. All I’m worried about is the pleasure running through me in swift, peaking pulses that follow the motion of the bull’s fingers.
There’s a sense of arousal rushing through me that make me swoon and go weak at the knees. In their hands, I feel protected. The crowd is all around, all the terrible things I have been trying to survive are right behind them. But none of that can get to me right now as I give myself to the sensations and almost collapse in orgasmic pleasure.
It’s the first time I’ve felt safe in a very long time. Maybe since I woke up in the hospital. It’s also the best I’ve felt in the same amount of time. The orgasm overwhelms my physical senses and wraps me in a sense of pure ecstasy.
I shudder and shake, pulled up against the strong body of a strange creature who seems to know mine as well as if it were his own. Slowly, thick fingers slide from my pussy.
“It’s time,” I hear someone say. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The aliens move even closer around me, sandwiching me between their three bodies. I am unable to move, and there is no reason for me to want to. The lights around me seem to glow brighter and brighter around me until the club simply phases out of existence.
Schwoop!
There’s a big pop, like I was suddenly surrounded by a big soap bubble that lost containment. The club is gone and I am standing inside some kind of spaceship. I can tell because I can see Earth out the window. I can see the curve of the blue and green world and the shades of the corporate stations orbiting it.
“Did we just fucking teleport?” I’m more excited than I am afraid. That was amazing. I am also still trembling from orgasm, my pussy contracting around a cock that isn’t there. I want to grind my hips against something. I want to be held. My body is crying out for a long-lost touch.
The aliens step back a little. We were all so close it was impossible for us to look at one another properly. They want to look at me. They want to inspect every inch of me. The lighting in this space is much brighter and more revealing than the intermittently lit shadows of the club. The ability to see one another is mutually taken advantage of.