“You need rest,” he says. “You have had a big, exposed day. You have been given three alien cocks, and bred deeply and very hotly.”
He looks at me and lowers his head, his eyes narrowing slightly with the memory of desire. “I enjoyed you very, very much.”
I want to resist rest, but the truth is I am exhausted. The stress of a long interstellar journey, followed by the adventure of being railed and claimed by three big aliens who think they own me, means my eyelids are feeling incredibly heavy…
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I am suddenly aware that I am waking up.
“Where am I?”
I ask the question because I’ve never known where I am when I wake up. I ask it practically every morning, mostly as a joke to myself. This time, I’m not making the joke only to myself.
“You’re in my bed,” a big wall of mythical muscle rumbles behind me.
I roll over backward and look up at him. His big head and his massive soulful brown eyes and his incredibly large horns with the sharp tips.
“Wow,” I breathe. “You’re amazing.”
“And you’re adorable,” he says, tapping my nose lightly with one big, thick finger.
There’s a chime at the door, then it slides open to reveal Kronos.
“You can’t keep her all for yourself,” he says.
Boss rumbles with laughter. “She’s been asleep the whole time. She just woke up.”
“You’re telling me she slept for ten hours?”
“She slept for ten hours,” he says.
“You’re telling me you didn’t mate her?”
“I didn’t mate her,” Boss says.
“I made her breakfast in the galley,” Kronos says. “She needs to eat. Come and eat, pet.”
I am quite hungry, actually, so I slide out of bed. If these massive aliens want to wait on me hand and foot, who am I to say no?
“She’s naked!” Kronos exclaims.
“Her clothes were filthy,” Boss said. “I took them off her.”
“She needs to wear something,” Kronos says. He strips off his shirt and beckons me toward his big, muscle-rippling body. I go like a moth to a flame. When I move, I notice that my pussy is aching. It doesn’t feel bad. It just feels intense. I have never had sex like that before. And I have never woken up this way, instantly in demand by multiple hot and horny males.
This is probably some kind of trauma response to all the drama of the attempted murder and the traveling across the galaxy andthen the next attempted murder and then the public sex and then the abduction that ends in breakfast?
Kronos pulls the shirt over my head, snugs it down over my arms and torso, where it falls like a dress to my knees, and picks me up in one arm.
“I don’t need to walk?”
“You don’t need to do anything, pet,” he says.
Oh, I could get used to this. Being carried around, cosseted, cared for? Yes, please.
He carries me into a small kitchen that nonetheless has everything he needs to make something that smells like…
“I’ve made one of the most popular human dishes,” he says, sitting me down in front of a steaming hot plate of food.
He’s made chicken fried rice, which is so good and so easy on the stomach I’m actually thrilled. This might be one of the nicest things anybody has done for me. Even when I had my fancy apartment, I had to cook for myself most of the time because the idea of dating made me want to dry heave.
