Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Do you understand who owns you, Raine?”
“I think so,” I murmur softly.
Avel
She is beautiful. Beautiful in a way I would scarcely have expected the first time I saw her. Her eyes are bright and her skin is flushed. She is aroused, but more than that, she is showing signs of something I did not know was possible for her: submission.
I hoped taking her to work today would keep her out of trouble. I did not imagine for a second that it would create this change in her.
She liked watching me punish the Rivet brat. I wonder if she imagined herself in his place. I wonder if that excited her. It seems to me that it did. She is looking up at me with an expression that is both fearful and eager.
My cock is rock hard right now. I want to be inside her, though I know this is not the proper place. This is a place of punishment and atonement. This is where saurians who have made serious mistakes are both disciplined and forgiven for them.
I can’t fuck her here. It is too public, and that would only be something I would do if she had truly committed a trespass. I also cannot not fuck her. All of nature has conspired to make sex an imperative in this moment. Raine looks up at me from her position on the floor, showing me a vulnerability I quite literally cannot resist.
She lets out a surprised little squeal as I pick her up into my arms and start running down the aisle, bursting out the door with sufficient momentum to take flight without having to warm up my wings. In seconds, we are high above the bones, above the city. We are whirling free in warm eddies of air. Her dress, loose to begin with, is carried away by a gust of wind. This leaves her wearing only her harness, every other naked bit of her pressed against me or available for my hands to explore.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and the wet line of her sex finds my cock as her soft human body aligns with my flying form in a surprisingly perfect way. I grasp her ass with both hands and she reaches down to my crotch, her fingers fumbling with the ties of my uniform until she frees my cock.
Not a word passes between us as I spiral up into the relative privacy of open air, pulling her pussy down on my cock in one long, powerful stroke. Burying myself in her sex is like coming home. I feel comforted and invigorated. I feel powerful and I feel a level of pleasure I did not know I could experience. She is like being enveloped in hot, tight butter.
“You are perfect,” I growl down at her as I use her pussy, timing my strokes with the beating of my wings. “You are mine.”
Raine moans and arches her back, her hair streaming in the breeze, her eyes half closed. She is in ecstasy. I know what she saw frightened her. Seeing me in the role of ruthless punisher of the guilty is an intimidating experience. Fortunately, it also seems to have turned her on. She is absolutely wild with desire, her hips grinding against me, taking me deep.
I wondered if she felt the same level of connection I did, but this display of desire makes me believe she feels every bit of it. This woman belongs to me and is giving herself to me fully and with great eagerness.
I swoop back down, landing upon the roof of the hall where there is a flat strip of black volcanic glass running down the very top of the roof. I lay myself down against it, feeling the heat of it from all the sunlight it collected before my arrival. The heat would sear her delicate skin, but it feels good to me. It feels even better as I impale her on my cock once more, drawing her down atop me and fucking her languidly in the privacy of the roof of the sun-drenched Hall of Bones.
There is no rush now. There is only the drawing out of pleasure until my human begins to beg for more. She is an impatient little thing, and I do not comply with her wishes yet. I keep her right where she is, her body sprawled across mine, using me as a scaled mattress of sorts, my cock sluicing slowly in and out of her stretched human hole.
“Please… Avel. Let me…”
“What is it you want?”
“I want to come,” she says.
“Is that what seeing me enforce the law did to you? Did it make you soaking wet and ever-so-obedient, wanting nothing more than to come all over my cock?”
“Yes,” she moans, embarrassed.
“But you are a pirate, and a mutineer at that. You are the worst kind of misbehaved, aren’t you, Raine? You are a very bad little human.”