Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I feel my cock rising in answer to her call. She may not know it, but every curve of her body, and every little breath she takes is calling to me. The pout of her lips, the coquettish set of her expression, the utter rebellion in her gaze, it all makes me want to mate her.
I think I will punish her. I think she might enjoy it.
“Take the suit off,” I order in a low growl.
“Why?”
Not a refusal. A question.
“Take it off so I can fuck you, unless you want me to fuck you through it.”
Her eyes widen. Her pulse quickens. There’s still no fear in her, though. Her scent is becoming more and more complex, more needy, more curious, more wanting.
I stand back, arms folded across my chest. I know what an imposing sight I am. You do not become alpha of a saurian territory the size of mine without being able to intimidate most living creatures. I wait for her to do as she is told.
She puts her fingers to the fastening of her suit, smiling at me as she hesitates.
“You know, this is the only thing keeping me alive,” she says. “Without this… I’d be nothing more than an entree for a creature like you, wouldn’t I?”
“You’re nothing more than an entree with it on.”
“What if I didn’t take it all the way off? What if I just…” She turns around, and I see a thick, shapely rear displayed. The lines of the suit curve around her ass in a particularly significant sort of way, and she reaches back to show me how the rear of the suit opens, that panel slipping down with the aid of a zipping fastener.
She displays herself for me, showing me pale, round cheeks and an even softer pouch surrounded by golden hair. Her eagerness to be mated feels like a ruse of some kind, but at the same time, it also feels like she needs to be claimed. A female in proper heat will do anything to have a good hard cock inside her. That is true for animals of all species and kinds, and it seems humans are no exception.
I let out a low growl and run the flat of my palm over her exposed skin. I half expect her to come to her senses at my touch, but instead she gives a little moan and leans back, pushing her soft rear into my hand, and letting the furred parts of her sex brush against me. There is a warm trail of something wet left against my hand when I pull it away.
She is ready. More than ready. She is absolutely desperate. Someone has neglected this human in the matter of her mating needs most terribly. At this point, fucking her would be a kindness. And I do like to be kind.
I pick her up and put her over the bar, keeping her in place with one big hand splayed across the back of her suit.
“Stay there for me,” I growl. “Stay there and part your thighs and show me what a good little human is like when she is properly fucked.”
I free my cock from my pants, feeling the scaled length pulse in my hand as I fist it and look down at her soft, tender body. It seems improbable, if not impossible to fit this heavy, thick length inside her. The human was built to be fucked by human men. Her soft lips were made to spread around a fleshy cock, not my scaled and punishing member.
But mad carnal instinct has me in its grasp. I can smell her need, and I love the way she is undulating her hips in front of me, silently begging me to take her. Most mating rituals have more in the way of foreplay. There is seduction. There is tenderness. In this instance, the foreplay was the cocky and absolutely shameless destruction of my territory. She has done everything to deserve punishment, and she will get it.
I let the head of my red and gold cock run along the slit of her sex, finding that wetness and softness, making it spread slowly at first, testing her, finding the deeper entrance to her body.
Sweet, soft human lips part for me, spreading their wetness on the scaled end of my cock. She was not made for this kind of mating, but she will take it. She spreads herself for me with surprising submission and perhaps even obedience, anticipation and hesitation written on her face in equal measure.
I begin to sink inside her, but something stops me. Something not quite a proper barrier. Something holding me back.
“What is this…”
She looks over her shoulder, big, wide green eyes sparking with an emotion I cannot quite place.
“I’m a virgin,” she says. “It’s my hymen. It’s a little bit of skin that breaks away the first time you have sex.”