Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
She has a very interesting scent. I try not to pay too much attention to it, because I cannot afford the distraction, but the way she smells makes my cock rise with mating ardor. There were rumors that humans smelled bad, but this one does not smell bad at all. This one smells like sex and adventure, like the unknown and the conquerable. It is a scent I suspect is now lodged deep inside my mind for all time.
I deposit her back on her feet and turn my attention to the suit. This is a truly impressive collection of human technology. I know that the alpha and the enforcer are both still trying to work out all the secrets of the contents of these pirate suits, and I know that most of the secrets are still intact. There is a lot we do not know, and the human captives are showing very little inclination to explain. They are good at keeping their secrets, even under intense erotic interrogation.
“Be careful with that,” she says. There is a tremor in her voice, and I hear concern in her tone. She is scared to speak to me, but she is warning me of potential harm anyway. That’s quite sweet. I turn to look at her.
“There’s a lot that can go wrong if you poke around in those things,” she says. “Everybody sets theirs up differently. Mine isn’t safe.”
I nod. I assume she will not give me more information as to what to avoid. She’s just giving me a warning that if I explore it, I will find myself in peril. That is a pity. I know there is so much in the suit that I would find fascinating and useful and that would elevate me by making me more dangerous than I already am. I am holding a set of tools that could change my life forever, and I can’t use them because the results of doing so without understanding them are potentially lethal.
“Tell me how…”
“No,” she says, her earthen eyes flashing with what I can only describe as a reluctant resistance. She is not brave, this human. She has the demeanor of someone who has been forced to do something because they are more afraid of the outcome of not doing it than they are of doing it. There is a reluctance in her every expression. I can tell she wishes she was somewhere else. Somewhere safe. But I can also tell there is enough strength in her to back up her defiance.
If I want her to spill her secrets, I will have to tame her first.
It may not be such a hard task. She does not seem to be the dominant type. The first two humans taken prisoner by saurians were leaders — a captain, and a mutineer. They have proven to be handfuls for their saurian mates. The human cringing in front of me does not look like a handful.
She is pleasingly soft and rounded in her features and her form. She has a very nondescript short brown haircut and light brown eyes. She looks to me like someone who tries very hard not to draw attention to herself. That is something I can understand.
Realizing there is nothing to be gained by keeping this trove of human artifacts within her reach, I put the suit into my personal safe and spin the door closed. Unlike the alpha’s reserve, my safe will not easily be cracked. Much like the human’s suit, it has its own series of tricks.
“You warned me. Now I will warn you. Don’t try to get it out of there. You will be harmed if you do.”
Her eyes go wide, reflecting more of the light. Her pretty pink mouth makes a series of motions that might be attempts at speech, but which terminate in a hesitant…
“Oh… okay.”
I can smell her. Especially now that the suit is off, her scent fills the room. There is a light floral quality to the scent, along with a richer, almost saltier tang.
Humans carry a primordial ocean inside them. This is how they can gestate their young internally. When a human woman becomes pregnant, she creates an interior expanse of fluid that, to her young, must seem as vast and eternal as any of the universe’s great oceans. A human fetus floats in these waters, gradually undergoing the process of becoming over months. It is quite a strange method of reproduction by our standards, and I am fascinated by it. Since Wrath began talking about the potential to breed humans, we have been learning all we can about the matter. I, more than most, have been fascinated by the process as it has been described to us by the physicians who have studied alien reproduction. Saurians lay eggs and leave. A hatchling must be taken care of, but it is rare that the parent responsible for the young creature’s existence even knows it has been hatched. In contrast, humans have a physical tie to their young that, though broken at birth, seems to persist psychically throughout life.