Page 33 of Bred

“This happens just every now and then? And you had me drugged unconscious so I wouldn’t see it?”

“I had you put somewhere secure, and into a state in which you’d survive what was coming. Don’t worry.”

I am worried. Something devastating has attacked Talon’s ship, something so terrifying that they don’t even want me to know what it is.

“Take me back to Earth.”

“There’s no going back, Lyra. I’m sorry, but there isn’t.” He actually seems apologetic, which he never has before.

“What do you mean there’s no going back?”

“There’s a rift in space between here and there. A great sucking void which will take everything that passes through it and destroy it.”

“I’ll just go around it. How hard is it to go around?”

“Space isn’t a straight line. That means sometimes, you can’t go around. Some things occupy multiple locations. Anyone who tries to return to Earth will find themselves caught up in the field.”

“So how did we get through it?”

“With great difficulty,” he smiles. “And we would not survive a return.”

“Is that what happened to the ship?”

“You’re not going to stop asking, are you?”

“Well, no.”

“And I can’t sedate you every time, because you don’t respond well to it.”

“Right.”

“Maybe next time we just put you in a box...”

“Just tell me!” I already know he’s going to. He didn’t bring me all the way here to not tell me what was going on.

“Once I tell you, you’ll know things no other humans know. You’ll be even more unable to return. Mentally as well as physically. Space changes you, Lyra. You’ll begin to understand things nobody on your planet will ever understand...”

“Okay, ditch the fucking disclaimers and just. Tell. Me!”

He scowls at me, those sharp brows drawing down into an expression of obvious displeasure. “Patience, Lyra. I do not take orders from you.”

I slump into petulant silence. He can’t tell me that he has a secret nobody on Earth knows and then just not tell me. That’s like crack to a human brain. My curiosity is devouring me.

“Fine. Don’t tell me.”

His hand meets my ass hard enough to bring me up onto my toes. “I’m not going to tell you anything if it seems what you most need to learn is that you’re still subordinate to me. I will keep you safe, Lyra. I do not need to tell you how or explain the intricacies of space. I can use your body, make you cry out with pleasure and you will forget about the ragged edge of destruction, won’t you?”

His hand has closed lightly about my throat again, his grip far from threatening, but incredibly distracting. Inches away from me, a force field stops the vacuum of space from claiming us both, but he’s right. When he touches me, my body thrills to him, and only him.

On the border of chaos, passion claims us, some mad mating drive rising strongly in both of us. My defiance has always stoked his lust and now that spark detonates between us. This time he does not remove his armor. This time he simply opens a slot in the crotch from which the largest of his twin cocks springs, a thick bat of arousal.

“Bend over,” he grunts. “Touch your toes.”

I do as I am told, aided by his arms. He is as impatient as I was, but the only knowledge he wants is that of how my pussy feels wrapped around his cock. My suit is torn with one sharp nail, running down the seam that runs over the crevice between my cheeks, all the way to my clit, fabric tearing for him and parting to allow him access to my ass and pussy.

“You’re wet,” he says, cupping my sex with that big, dangerous hand of his. “What makes you so aroused?”

I don’t know. Is it him? Is it standing on the void of broken space? Is it the fact that I feel death all around us, and my body is prompted to try to make life in some desperate instinctual reaction? It doesn’t matter why. All that matters is that my lower lips truly are soaked and my body is thrilling to the dominance of his touch. Lost in uncertainty and fear, I find myself all the more aroused by this massive alien.

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