Darkest Desire (Kindred Tales – The Twisted System #2) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi Tags Authors: Series: Kindred Tales - The Twisted System Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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“An aging drip?” Phoebe frowned. “What’s that?”

“It’s what it sounds like—it ages me.” He opened his eyes wide. “Would you believe I’m only nineteen standard years of age?”

Phoebe looked down at him doubtfully.

“Really? Because you look about ninety-five.”

“That’s because he’s had me strapped down and hooked up to the drip for so long.” The old Emperor began to cry. “What a fool I was, letting that Trollox into my palace! But my parents were dead and his mad head had the reputation of speaking prophecy while the sane head was meant to be an excellent advisor. So said the credentials he displayed, anyway.”

“I’m betting those were faked,” Phoebe remarked. “If I let you go free, will you let me have this?” she asked, opening her hand to display The Goddess’s Finger.

“Yes, yes—anything you like!” the Emperor agreed. “Only hurry! I have so little time left. As soon as I die, Thruck will take over completely and rule my palace and my planet as his own!”

“Okay, you got it.” Phoebe didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not about the aging potion, but if he was going to give her The Goddess’s Finger, she would do what he asked. Well, to be honest she would have done it anyway—she hated to see anyone being taken advantage of. It was one reason she’d joined the PD back on Earth.

She got to work, getting the line out of his wrinkled arm. The flesh had grown around the needle and in the end she had to yank it out.

“Ahhh!” the Emperor groaned as the tubing at last came free. The needle that had been in his arm still dripped dark blue fluid. Phoebe jammed it into the mattress beside him to keep it from making a mess.

“Thank you, kind stranger,” the Emperor said to her in his cracked voice as Phoebe untied his wrists. “Thank you a thousand times. If only you knew⁠—”

Just at that moment there was the sound of the doorknob turning and a voice outside the door saying,

“Now let’s see who wants some nummy gruel for lunch?”

The Emperor’s eyes widened.

“Hide—quickly!” he muttered. His voice was a hoarse, fearful whisper. “That’s my nurse, Hil’de’guard—she works for Thruck!”

The door was opening and there was no time to even get under the bed. Not knowing what else to do, Phoebe dived under the heavy gold brocade coverlet, hoping it was puffy enough to hide her.

She was still clutching The Finger of the Goddess in her hand, which was now sweaty with anxiety. She flattened out her body and did her best to be completely still. Peering up through the rumbled covers, she could see that the Emperor had closed his eyes and was faking sleep.

“Nummy nummy gruel! Just for you, sweet Emperor,” a woman’s voice said. There was a clatter, like someone putting a tray down on a table and then the voice came closer. “Wake up, Your Majesty! I have some delicious lunch for you!”

“Eh? What?” The Emperor cracked open his eyes. “No thank you, Hil’de’guard—I’m not hungry,” he mumbled.

“Oh, but you must eat, Your Majesty! Lord Thruck told me to feed you—we can’t have you wasting away. Now let me just get the bowl—my, your covers are so messy!”

Phoebe felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest. She held stiller than ever, praying the nurse wouldn’t try to smooth out the thick coverlet.

“Whatever have you been doing?” the voice went on. “I hope you haven’t been trying to get loose again. You know we only restrain you for your own good.”

“Too tired to get loose,” the Emperor mumbled. “Too tired to eat. Go away, woman—leave me alone.”

“Now, now, we can’t have—wait! Where is the Lust Finger?”

The voice grew suddenly sharp and Phoebe felt more desperate than ever. Oh God, if she was caught…

If I’m caught they’ll take The Finger away and I’ll never get another chance to grab it again! I’ll fail the mission—I have to hide it!

But where? There were no pockets on the ridiculous outfit she was wearing—it was all long strands of beads and feathers and fabric. In fact, there was nowhere on her body she could hide The Finger of the Goddess.

Nowhere on your body but what about in your body? whispered a little voice in her head.

Phoebe took a deep breath. This was going to hurt. She still had the non-con bracelets on and she was probably going to shock herself badly.

Maybe not if I use the sheet.

Moving as unobtrusively as she could, she transferred the crystal to her left hand and twisted her right hand in a fold of the heavy silver sheet. Then she transferred the crystal back to her right hand, making sure that it covered the manacle on her wrist. Reaching down between her legs, she slid The Finger of the Goddess down the length of her pussy slit until she found the mouth of her pussy.


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