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)
I don’t deserve to have my pussy fucked today. But maybe, if I’m a very good girl, he might breed my cunt tomorrow.
He is not completely content with spending his come in me. He also wants to spank it in, spreading my legs and whipping my ass and pussy with the flat of his fingers. I know better than to beg for mercy. Everything I have done has shown him that I don’t want mercy. Now as his fingertips whip against my poor unfucked pussy, I find myself close to crying. They’re not tears of pain, though. They’re tears of relief, and joy.
Gruff’s going to give me what I need. He’s going to make my life an adventure in every sense. And he’s going to make my ass and pussy sore as well as satisfied.
“Naughty wet pussy,” he lectures. “I’ll have to make sure you stay nice and sore here. Filled up with cum and spanked until you’re good and obedient.”
I smell like Gruff. His scent is all over me. His cum is deep inside me. He has marked me and bred me and now he is pushing me to my very limits. I scream. I cry. I fall in love.
“I have a deal for you,” Gruff says when he is done with my ass.
I am aching but in a pleasant kind of way, the kind of way only someone wired the way I am would understand. I feel a deep sense of peace, not just because I’ve had my ass whipped and worked over, but because I feel understood. Gruff gets me. Holy fuck, does he get me.
“What’s that?”
“You live a peaceful life with me, no running away, no trouble making, no disobedience, and I will escort you on adventures in the off-season. Billy can look after the herd. You and I can travel. You will see all this world. But you will do it with me, and I will not have to spend hours and days imagining you hurt, or worse.”
“That does seem like a very good deal,” I admit. “But you know in five years time, I will be expected to report back to Earth and share my reports with EET.”
“You will not be doing that,” Gruff says firmly. “You will never see another human being again. I can promise you that. They will not be allowed to make orbit here. They will be repelled with force.”
“Why wasn’t I repelled with force?”
“You were an unexpected arrival. But news of your presence has spread to the capital. I can assure you, no further human landings will be tolerated. You were fortunate to have made landing at all.”
“Lucky me, not being blown out of the sky by a missile, you mean?”
“Yes, very lucky. You are an incredibly fortunate creature, Jem, whether you realize it or not. Since your arrival, and I would wager, long before it, you have courted disaster on all sides and somehow remained unscathed.”
He’s right, I guess. Terrible things could have happened to me. Terrible things probably should have happened to me. But that’s how the universe works, I guess. We’re all always in unspeakable danger in one way or another, but most of the time things work out, until they don’t.
I lie in Gruff’s strong arms, and I look up into his handsome face and I wonder what I have done to deserve such an incredible mate.
“Aren’t you worried you’ll get sick of me? Like, how much of a pain I am?”
Gruff chuckles. “I keep goats. By choice. I like trouble.”
“I guess that’s true,” I grin. “Hey. How is Strumpet doing?”
Strumpet is doing round. Her belly has expanded quite a bit and she waddles when she walks. I’ve been so busy causing trouble I’ve not noticed all the subtle and not so-subtle changes she has been undergoing of late.
“We should separate her from the buck soon,” Gruff explains. “She’s getting closer now, and the bucks can confuse birth signs with being in heat.”
“Wow,” I say. “Come on, Strumpet. Time to get comfy.”
I don’t know if I’m talking to her as much as I am talking to myself. It is time to accept a little domestic bliss so I can finally let myself be happy.
EPILOGUE
Strumpet has been in the straw covered barn for almost a week. Billy sleeps up in the hayloft, and he’s had to share it with the pair of us. Gruff has pointed out her pawing at the ground and said she was probably going to have her kids soon. The long day and the extended second night have threatened to draw me into sleep, but I refuse. I won’t miss this. I will be there for Strumpet no matter what.
I made myself a little bed of straw to sleep in her stall. A thick linen sheet almost stops the prickly bits from the bales beneath from poking me through, and a low light keeps her in my view. She is resting for the most part, but sometimes she will grunt for a bit, get up, paw the ground, and lay down again. I wake every time she moves, afraid I’ll miss something important.