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)
“You want a ride?” Avel turns his back to me, offering himself as my mount. It’s a kind gesture, but even if I could fit on his back, which I couldn’t because I am huge and would not only interfere with his wings, but weigh him down terribly, there are other concerns with such an action.
Avel’s lineage was once used as flight slaves. They were bred for strength and size, kept in chains, forced to wear bits, and often ridden into battle. Their riders would be armored, but they would not. There are so very many depictions of past battles with aerosaurians tumbling from the skies mortally wounded. For him to offer me his back as a friend is a gesture of the deepest caring, and I’d only take the offer if it was a matter of true life and death — which this is not.
“I will follow you on foot.”
“Very well.”
“Oh, and Avel?”
“Yes?”
“If you do catch her, save the human for me. She’s not to be hurt. I want to deal with her myself. I’m taking her in.”
He nods, understanding that what will happen to anybody who dares take what’s mine is going to suffer. This will not be over quickly. This human will be brought to justice, saurian style. Assuming she is not terribly injured, I will have to make an example of her, before Avel for having stolen my machine, and before others for the damage done to the bar.
“I’ll find her,” Avel says, his wings unfolding with a dramatic FWOMP sound, creating fresh gusts as they beat against the air. In an instant, he is up above the ground, looking for the troublesome human who has caused all this chaos.
Sullivan
Brrrrmmmmm brrmmmmmm…
I am literally having the absolute best time. I’ve ridden a lot of motorbike type machines in my time. The wheel is a universal invention. Pretty much everywhere discovered it pretty much at the same time in their developmental cycles, as far as I can tell. Every planet I’ve ever been on, there’ve been wheelbarrows and motorbikes and cars. They might not all call them the same things, but they’re all the same things. What differs between planets is how cool they are. This is a very, very cool bike. It’s been made to look like its owner, with fiery red scaling patterns.
It’s powerful too. I can feel it wrenching against my grip every time I open the throttle or hit a little bump in the road. It’d be safer to slow down, but I’m not consumed with safety right now. It hasn’t been that kind of a day.
I can feel the ache between my thighs, the undeniable feeling of having been very well fucked. He felt so damn hot inside me. So damn good. The orgasm was absolutely unbelievable too. I feel as though I can still feel it rumbling through me with the thrumming of Thorn’s bike. That’s why I keep revving it, letting the roar of the engine carry through the night.
It is really starting to get very dark now, and the road really sucks, but the machine has good lighting. A front facing headlight illuminates my path ahead, and a reddish downlight places me in the middle of what feels like a halo of aggressive passion. I’m small on this bike, but I can imagine what a sight Thorn must be when he rides it.
He’s going to kill me if he catches me, I’m sure of that. The glimpse I got of his face as I rode away was almost enough to… scare me.
There’s something about that saurian alpha that gives me real pause. When he was inside me, fucking me, punishing me with his cock for all my little human trespasses on his territory, I started to feel little quivers of emotion I haven’t felt in a long time. Softer feelings, and harder ones too. It almost felt like he fucked the chip out of place, which doesn’t make sense. That’s in my head. It’s not accessible via my pussy.
Whatever the hell went on when we fucked, I know it can’t happen again. I felt more than his desire. I felt his need to possess me. He wasn’t just going to take me and use me and let me go. He was going to capture me. A pirate knows these things. These are instincts I’ve honed over a very long period of time. You’ve got to know who is a mark, who is a threat, and who is a potential end of everything. Thorn is one of the universe’s rare full stops. He could put an end to my ways for good, and that will not do. I’d say it terrifies me, but that’s not possible.
These thoughts make for concerning distractions, and I can’t afford to be distracted right now. The way this bike is moving is starting to get rough, jolting over uneven ground as the track stops even pretending to be paved and instead turns to straight up dirt and rock. This is not terrain made for vehicles. These are animal tracks. And I hate to admit it to myself, but this means I’ve gone the wrong way.