Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
That’s another reason sex with Kail would be dangerous.
It would also be incredibly hot.
I crave the vulnerability he makes me feel. My position is precarious, my safety far from guaranteed, but there are parts of me still holding back. I could sink lower. I could go deeper. I could let him see all of me, own all of me.
My fingers are strumming my pussy as I think these perverse, impossible thoughts. It’s not just the idea of his dick inside me that makes me hot. It’s the idea of his rough alien mind ripping mine apart too.
Kail is intelligent. I can tell by the way he searches my eyes with his, the way he anticipates my behavior and that of the predators and wild things that roam these lands. He has his own hidden thoughts. I can feel them as surely as I can feel my own.
I wonder what would happen if we were both open with each other. I wonder what chaos would unfold, what violence would ensue. I know it would be bad. I can imagine him, furious, primal….
I am so fucking close to coming, right on the very verge of release. I can feel the muscles in my legs starting to tremble with the buildup of lactic acid, my breath is coming in short gasps. I’m closed against the world, paying no attention to my surroundings. Everything is about me, the interior sensations demanding release. They are driving me now, my desire making me a puppet to my own libido.
Kail
There is a strange noise coming from the place I left my human. I pick up the pace, afraid she may have run into some kind of trouble. Perhaps a predator has located her. I should not have left her alone. She is not safe on her own.
There are little grunts, groans, even moans. Are these the sounds of consumption? Are the beasts already feeding on her?
Rounding the last large stone, I come face to face with the source of the grunts. There are no predators. There is just my human, playing with herself.
Her hand is working her sex with an urgency that leaves her face flushed pink, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed. It is a truly beautiful sight, one that makes me immediately rock hard.
It would be so easy to rush in, pick her up, spread her thighs and rut her. But this is a chance for true domination, a kind of control that will be lost if I fall into the same trap of lust.
I clear my throat. Her eyes fly open. I see pure humiliation and panic flash across her face.
“Oh my gosh!” She gasps, pulling her hand out of her pants and staring at me with an absolutely horrified expression.
“Don’t stop,” I order. “Keep going. Show me what you were doing.”
The blush becomes even more intensely red. “I… it’s… I was itchy…”
“You’re a better liar than that,” I tell her. “Show me how you were making your pretty little human cunt come.”
“Oh my…” She hesitates, but we have established our relative positions well by this point. I order, she obeys. Even in this. Especially in this.
She returns to the task of rubbing her pussy, but much more slowly and cautiously, without any of the reckless sexual abandon of earlier.
“Take the leggings off. I want to see what you are doing.”
I want to know how she pleasures her cunt. I want to know so I can try the same techniques later.
She blushes and obeys, because she wants me to think she is obedient, and the only way to make me think she is obedient in this case is to do as she is told.
She is wet. She is spread. Her lower lips swell and part naturally, welcoming in the cock her body craves. That will be my cock one day, but not now. Right now, I want her to feel like the filthy little animal she is.
Her orgasm is gasped and panted, squirming against a rock in the grass. Humans like to think they are separate from nature, but in this instant, she is absolutely one with it.
“Good girl.”
A smile graces her face. She is so pleased to have earned my praise I think I could make her make herself come and come again with no motivation other than the hope for my praise.
Tarni
In the aftermath of my orgasm, I have no idea what to do with myself. Kail has now seen me in the filthiest, dirtiest, nastiest way possible. A veil has been swept away and it is not coming back. We’ve crossed a line.
Kail kneels, dropping two small rabbitis on the ground. He sets about starting a fire, acting as if nothing special has happened. I am left to close my legs and pull my leggings up and try to compose myself.