Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
The wild buck is knocked away, but he’s clearly built to take more than one hit. He gets up and turns to face Gruff with a snarl. Heads down, the two alien warriors rush one another, their horns clashing with a reverberation that even I can feel. It’s a shocking, primal sight. With horns locked, they begin to wrestle, muscular arms and legs wrapped the same way their horns are, in a struggle that seems to revolve around one being pinned and the other coming out on top. They thrash about, grunting and snarling. They are absolutely hellbent not on killing one another, but on dominating the other. Both have erections tenting the front of their pants. I don’t think they are for each other. I think they are for me and the state I find myself in, richly fertile for the first time in years, cycling as nature intended.
I wonder if the effect I have on them is as strong as the effect Gruff has on me. The first time I met Gruff I was struck with arousal. It is so much more powerful this time. I feel a near physical pull to him, like a sexual gravity that demands my crotch meet his. His scent is richer and deeper than before. It erases the fear I felt of the interloper completely. How can I worry about anyone else when Gruff is here in all his natural dominance?
There is an unpleasant crunching sound, followed by a crack. The interloper has lost half his right horn. Blood flows from the spot where the hard tissue fractured under the aggressive contact. My heart is pounding as I feel a bolt of pity for the interloper. He seems like little more than an animal following his instincts. He’s younger than Gruff, smaller, and I imagine that injury will stay with him for life. He’s forever marked by this defeat, and the blood pouring from the broken horn coats his chest pelt as he submits by backing away.
Gruff lets out a roar, a final shout of triumph and aggression. Broken Horn takes the hint and sets off into a painful looking run. I wonder how bad his injuries are; surely they’re not limited to the horn. Broken ribs seem likely. Gruff has not come out of the battle unscathed either. He has a cut under his left eye, and it is obvious that there will be bruises to tend to when all is said and done.
“Did he hurt you?” The first question out of his mouth is one of concern for me.
“Did he hurt you?” I ask the question right back. “He didn’t touch me. He didn’t have a chance to.”
“I’m fine,” Gruff grins. “That was nothing. Just a young roaming buck trying it on. There are many like him, and they will rut anything with the right holes.”
Crudeness of the description aside, I get the picture. There are horny alien males roaming this planet everywhere, and without protection, any female is liable to find herself fucked whether she likes it or not. There are human words for that kind of interaction. I don’t know if they apply here, but I do know I don’t want to find myself at the mercy of just anyone. Not when Gruff is here, gleaming with the effort of having fought for me, and emitting those powerful pheromones which drive me mad with desire.
He is panting with the effort of driving off my attacker, his scent filling the air, and I cannot help but take deep breaths, drawing it into my lungs and feeling the incredible effect it has on me. We do not say another word to one another. We don’t need to. The pheromones are doing all the talking.
Gruff reaches for me, takes me by my copper red braid, and kisses me deeply, possessively, and protectively. He uses that grip and lip lock to guide me back inside the dome. I push the door closed as we go in, sealing us both inside. My light sleep shirt does not provide much in the way of coverage, and he lifts it up and over my head, leaving me completely naked.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes. I feel his cock pressing up against me through his leather pants. I want them off. I need him to be as naked as I am. I reach for his pants and struggle with the belt fastening as he holds me with rough hands on my hips, taking me in with a long stare.
“The rumors are true,” he says. “Humans have udders that remain engorged when they are not in milk. Have you birthed before?”
“No,” I say. I feel my insides clench again, remembering how he promised to breed me.
“And yet they are so generous,” he murmurs, quite impressed. He finds my nakedness fascinating, and his hands roam my body with a careful, almost reverent touch. It’s impressive how he has shifted since his fight with the interloper. He was so fierce, and now he is so gentle. He is completely at ease in what must be my alien surroundings, focused entirely on me and my body.