Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“What…what’s your name, slave?” Ketha demanded, trying to sound imperious rather than breathless.
Goddess, what was wrong with her? She’d never had a male affect her like this before. But the more she breathed in his scent, the stranger she felt. Her nipples were tight and achy under the thin silk of her gown and her pussy was getting so wet and hot she had to squeeze her thighs together to try and ease the ache.
“Name’s Styx,” the big Kindred rumbled. His nose wrinkled and then his nostrils flared and his eyes widened. “You smell ripe and ready for breeding, little girl. What happened to make you so hot?”
Ketha stared up at him in confusion. Could he actually smell her heat? Whether he could or not, what he was saying was wildly inappropriate. A bodyslave did not tell his Mistress she smelled “ripe for breeding.”
Schulo seemed to know this as well, because he was already making excuses.
“Forgive him, little Missstresss,” he hissed quickly. “He does not mean to offend—he is simply plain-spoken. His people are blunt and ssspeak to the point.”
“Well, that isn’t a point he ought to…ought to speak about!” Ketha exclaimed breathlessly.
“Examine his ssshaft,” Shulo suggested, clearly trying to change the subject. He untied the strings which held the Kindred’s loose black trousers closed and pulled them open. “It is the largessst I have ever ssseen on a ssslave, and I have been in the ssslave businesss for twenty five cyclesss!”
Ketha did as he said. Dropping her eyes to the space between his muscular thighs, she looked at the big Dae’mon Kindred’s shaft.
Like the slave himself, it was definitely bigger than normal. In fact, it was freaking enormous, she admitted to herself. Even unerect, it dangled down near his knees and the head was almost as big as her fist!
The new Kindred’s immense size made her think of how she’d been trying and failing to scratch her itch all morning. Styx put even her largest flesh-toy to shame. What would it feel like to have something that huge stretching her inner walls and filling her pussy?
The next moment she pushed the thought away. A proper Yonnite Mistress never allowed herself to be penetrated by a male! Still, just the thought of sinking down on that monster and taking it all the way inside herself made her pussy even wetter than it already was.
Styx’s nostrils flared again.
“Mmm, little girl,” he growled softly. “You smell even hotter than before. You like what you see between my legs?”
“Er, pay no attention—the Dae’mon Kindred always ssspeak their minds,” Shulo said quickly. “Do you wish to touch his ssshaft for yourself, little Mistresss? To ascertain it’s sssize?”
As a matter of fact, Ketha did want to touch him—she wanted to know exactly how huge that monster between the big Kindred’s thighs could get. Also, she wanted to feel him in her hand—long and hot and hard.
“I will touch him—but…but only to be certain he can get hard enough for display,” she said, a bit breathlessly. A bodyslave who couldn’t get hard was useless on Yonnie Six, since the size of her bodyslave’s shaft was a point of pride for his Mistress.
“Very well! Touch him, then,” Schulo agreed quickly.
“Yes, touch me, little girl,” Styx growled. His shaft was already beginning to grow, Ketha saw. “I’d love to feel your soft little hands on my shaft.”
“I don’t need your permission, Kindred,” Ketha told him. But now it almost felt like a dare, and she didn’t want to back down. So she reached between the enormous bodyslave’s legs and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Or tried to, anyway—her fingers wouldn’t fit all the way around his girth, no matter how she repositioned them—he was simply too thick.
As the enormous male equipment got bigger and harder, Ketha saw that there were raised horizontal ridges up and down the length of the shaft. And at the base was a thick swelling. She examined both features, running her fingers along the ridges curiously.
“What are these?” she demanded, looking up at the huge bodyslave.
“Gods! Such soft little hands!” the big Kindred growled. “Those are my pleasure ridges, little girl. They’re meant to rub against your sweet little clit when you ride me.”
His words sent a shiver of pure desire through Ketha—though she knew they shouldn’t. But he was echoing her own previous idea and suddenly the mental image of straddling Styx and taking that huge shaft deep in her pussy was lodged in her mind. She tried to push it away.
“Watch how you speak to me, Kindred!” she snapped, but she didn’t stop stroking his shaft. She liked the feel of it in her hands—hot and heavy but also silky soft—the dark red skin felt like flower petals against her fingertips.
“Then you’d better watch how you touch me. If you’re not careful you’ll make me shoot, little girl,” he warned. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty gown of yours by getting my seed all over it.”