Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“You are mine,” he tells me. “And you will have to learn to trust me.”
I am lying on my back in the pink grass, and when I look down between my legs I see the place where his scaled cock meets my pussy lips and spreads them lewdly. So much of our relationship is pretense. I am pretending to be someone I am not, and we are pretending to be professional when in truth we are both pursuing perverted sex.
He growls as he holds himself up above me and starts plunging down into me, causing my pussy to make filthy wet sounds. He’s using me like a dirty little human toy. When he reaches the bottom of his thrust and fills me completely, I hear myself emit a long and drawn out moan.
“You are perfect,” he tells me. I wish I could believe him, but I know I am not. There’s nothing perfect about me. I’ve spent a life making bad choices and ruining my chances at anything better.
Cir’s kiss drives my self-deprecating thoughts out of my head. When I am in his arms, I am perfect. He makes me perfect because he replaces all the doubts and fears and dirty secrets with intense sexual satisfaction.
This time we do not have a quickie. This time Cir shows me the proper Cupid act of mating, the kind that goes on for hours. He gathers me up in his arms, rolls over onto his back and thrusts languidly up into my pussy, his lower cock leaving my ass mercifully empty for a short while as I grind and ride him through orgasm after orgasm. I seem to have an unlimited ability to come with this alien and to forget myself when I am with him.
“Trust me,” he murmurs against my lips when I am absolutely giddy from orgasm. “Trust me the same way I trust you.”
Those words send a pang of guilt spearing through my post-coital bliss. I’m a liar. I can’t trust him like he trusts me, because he shouldn’t trust me.
Cir
Jessica and I are lying together on the pink forest floor, wrapped semi-clothed in one another’s arms. It is a peaceful moment, and like all peaceful moments, it must inevitably be destroyed.
Arlo’s mind reaches out for mine. He speaks to me in the simple mind talk that does not allow for complex cognitions but provides more than enough information in a short thought.
“Cir? We have a problem. The billionaires are making threats.”
Humans have a common enough social structure. Wealth and power inevitably flow to a select few individuals time and time again. Past, present, and probably future they are prone to creating these resource hierarchies, which like waves grow and grow before inevitably breaking and collapsing. The billionaires feel that break point coming, their power and riches sucking so much away that the very structures of their corporate entities are undermined and unable to support themselves. This makes them dangerous, and it is time we dealt with them.
“I know it is your day off,” I say, kissing Jessica and swinging her up into my arms. “But I have work to do.”
“I’ll come with you,” she offers. She’s still adorably fuck-drunk, her words slurred slightly in a haze of post-coital bliss and forest joy.
The billionaires have arrived without invitation or warning, a contingent of six who are standing in my conference room as if each of them owns the place. Three are famous and well known to humans. The other three are private figures, with arguably even more destructive traits. Their names are not important, though that would offend them deeply.
“We’re here to tell you to leave,” Baz says. I glance over at Jessica to make sure she maintains self-control. She gives me an it’s fine glance. Humans have no telepathic ability, but they do have expressive faces.
“Me specifically, or…”
“This ship must leave Earth’s orbit,” Baz says stridently. “You’re trespassing!”
I speak patiently. “You do understand that we are trying to give your species access to the stars and to all the riches of creation. You are defending a dirt ball like a jealous dung beetle when you could be soaring into eternity.”
Perhaps not so patiently after all.
I see their glittering eyes spark with greed. It is the only language they speak. There are those who would have us destroy these people, but the human population will inevitably produce more. Humans are going to human.
“We have our own space rockets. We don’t need your help. In time we’ll find our own way to the stars.”
“Not before your world collapses. We are happy to share cleaner, safer technologies with you.”
“You keep saying that, but we haven’t seen any evidence of it.”
“Except for this very Halo on which you stand.”
“We mean we have not been given anything yet.”
“You will not be given it. Humanity will be given it.”