| Author: | Grace Vilmont | ISBN: | 9781311496720 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Vilmont |
| ISBN: | 9781311496720 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ziva isn’t interested in being a quitzol breeder for the thrill—though that rush is the reason for many breeders—she needs the money. Agreeing to undergo the extensive and life-threatening procedure for the quitzol just so one of them can have an offspring that will be able to survive on Earth for money alone is crazy, but Ziva is a focused and driven woman. Nothing—not the abuse of her body, not the idea of having alien genitalia inside her body—will keep her from her goal.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic alien sex, sex between humans and aliens, tentacle sex, strong language, interspecies breeding, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“You said it would just be you,” she said with an accusatory tone in her voice. She wasn’t afraid, just angry.
Chris made a few sounds from his language and then said, in Standard, “You were told the implant would be done by Chris. It will be done by Chris. Humans usually call me Chris and this,” he indicated his partner, “is Also-Chris.”
With a sigh Ziva shook her head. “You need to be clearer when using Standard,” she informed him. “And I’m not calling you two Chris and Chris or Chris and Also-Chris. Also-Chris needs a different name.”
The two whistled and moaned at each other for a minute. “Would Sam be acceptable?”
“Acceptable,” Ziva echoed.
Chris gestured to the bed that filled most of the room. “Please lay down so…Sam can implant you.”
The bed was ultra-modern with a heated mattress and conformed to body size, shape, and weight. Sam pulled back the simple, single cover to reveal the semi-spongy material that made up the mattress. Ziva lay down and expectantly at the aliens. It had been her hope that the procedure would be done in a more sterile medical office, but this would have to do.
Sam briefly closed his angular, silver-flecked eyes and a pouch opened up on his lower abdomen letting loose a long, flexible tube that was the main sex organ of the quitzol. Ziva quivered with anticipation at what was about to be done with her.
Ziva isn’t interested in being a quitzol breeder for the thrill—though that rush is the reason for many breeders—she needs the money. Agreeing to undergo the extensive and life-threatening procedure for the quitzol just so one of them can have an offspring that will be able to survive on Earth for money alone is crazy, but Ziva is a focused and driven woman. Nothing—not the abuse of her body, not the idea of having alien genitalia inside her body—will keep her from her goal.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic alien sex, sex between humans and aliens, tentacle sex, strong language, interspecies breeding, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“You said it would just be you,” she said with an accusatory tone in her voice. She wasn’t afraid, just angry.
Chris made a few sounds from his language and then said, in Standard, “You were told the implant would be done by Chris. It will be done by Chris. Humans usually call me Chris and this,” he indicated his partner, “is Also-Chris.”
With a sigh Ziva shook her head. “You need to be clearer when using Standard,” she informed him. “And I’m not calling you two Chris and Chris or Chris and Also-Chris. Also-Chris needs a different name.”
The two whistled and moaned at each other for a minute. “Would Sam be acceptable?”
“Acceptable,” Ziva echoed.
Chris gestured to the bed that filled most of the room. “Please lay down so…Sam can implant you.”
The bed was ultra-modern with a heated mattress and conformed to body size, shape, and weight. Sam pulled back the simple, single cover to reveal the semi-spongy material that made up the mattress. Ziva lay down and expectantly at the aliens. It had been her hope that the procedure would be done in a more sterile medical office, but this would have to do.
Sam briefly closed his angular, silver-flecked eyes and a pouch opened up on his lower abdomen letting loose a long, flexible tube that was the main sex organ of the quitzol. Ziva quivered with anticipation at what was about to be done with her.
