Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I thought of all the nights I had touched myself and then stopped just before I tipped over that magical edge I could feel hovering so close. I thought of all the times fear and guilt had kept me from taking myself all the way. Was that what Slade meant when he said I need to “come?”
“So what’s the cure then?” I demanded, deciding not to answer him directly.
“My mouth on your body.” He sounded positively hungry. “I can heal you of this pain—the same way I healed your wounds,” he went on. “You just need to let me taste you, baby. Let me suck your sweet nipples and soothe them. Let me spread your thighs and bathe your soft little pussy with my tongue until you come nice and hard. Let me help you.”
“Help yourself, is more like it!” I snapped. “Why do you have this obsession with putting your mouth on me? Is that a Brute thing?”
“Yes, actually, it is,” he said dryly. “It’s the male counterpoint to The Need—we call it ‘The Thirst.’”
“So…you actually need to…to…”
“To taste your sweet nipples and pussy and make you come with my tongue—yes,” he said shortly. “But I’m trying not to force you, Princess. Since you humans on L’Crist have such Goddess-damned backwards ideas about sex and pleasure.”
“We do not have backwards ideas!” I exclaimed, stung by his derision.
“All right—then why don’t you tell me how sex is supposed to go, according to your people?” Slade challenged me.
“Fine!” I cleared my throat and started before I could lose my nerve. “Well first, the man and his wife go to bed together. And if he’s going to…to take her that night, he lets her know so she can wear a special gown.”
“A special gown? What kind of gown?” he asked and his voice in the darkness sounded like he was frowning.
“A gown with a slit cut in it—so he can, you know, put his manhood in her sex without too much physical contact,” I said primly. I knew all of this because of listening to the married women at Court and gossiping with Pansy. “Then he moves inside her until he spurts his seed in her cunny. And that’s the proper way to have intimate contact with your husband,” I finished.
“Wait—go back. What does he do to get her ready?” Slade sounded confused.
“Get her ready?” I asked, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you skipped some steps. He can’t just go in dry like that,” Slade growled. “That’s fucking barbaric! He needs to get her ready first—get her wet enough so his shaft can slide into her pussy without hurting her.”
I could feel my cheeks getting hot at his frank words.
“I don’t think…I don’t know if that’s proper,” I said at last.
“Who gives a fuck about proper?” Slade rumbled. “He has to do something to get her wet for him. I know you humans don’t believe in putting your mouths on each other, but does he at least tease her nipples or rub her clit a little before he goes diving in?”
“Well, no. Not that I’ve ever heard,” I confessed. “And it’s not that we don’t believe in using our mouths—we kiss, you know.”
“Do you? Or was that kiss we shared during our ceremony your first?” he asked.
“I kissed someone before you!” I exclaimed, stung. “I was sixteen and he was the son of one of the nobles at Court. His name was Jonas.”
“Oh yeah, and what happened then?” Slade sounded honestly curious. “Did you do anything else with this ‘Jonas?’”
“Of course not!” I snapped.
“Why not?”
“Well, because…” I trailed off for a minute, unwilling to go on.
“Because why?” Slade prodded.
“Because one of the gardeners in the Royal Gardens saw us and told,” I admitted at last. “Jonas and his family were banished and…and I never saw him again.”
My voice dropped to a whisper on the last word. I could still remember how I had cried and how my mother had lectured me about the fact that my virtue must be above reproach so I could never, ever be with a male again.
Slade was silent for a moment, then he let out a low curse.
“Fuck…that’s fucking harsh, Princess.”
“Well, I wasn’t ever supposed to be able to marry, so it wasn’t right for me to have a suitor,” I defended myself. “And after that, I didn’t want to get anyone else banished. So I just…”
“Ignored your own needs so that stupid brother of yours could rule once your father was gone, even though he’s not remotely fucking qualified,” Slade growled.
“Look, we’re getting off topic here,” I pointed out. “I was just trying to tell you that we do kiss on L’Crist. In fact, a married woman is allowed to perform ‘The Kiss of Pleasure’ on her husband before he tries to make a baby in her.”