Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Without thinking about it, Sirex leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the throbbing little button.
Phoebe moaned and bucked her hips again.
“Oh, Sir—what are you doing?”
“Just kissing you,” he assured her. Actually, he wanted to do much, much more. Like all males with Kindred blood in their veins, he had a biological need to taste his female. But even more than that, he wanted to heal her. She looked so swollen and needy—the sight caused his fangs to produce essence—the pale blue liquid that all Blood Kindred made which was able to heal the female they cared for.
Yes, but you probably shouldn’t be healing her this way, whispered the guilty little voice in his head. Sirex reluctantly agreed with it. Though he wanted to kiss her clit again—hell, he wanted to lap her entire pussy and make her moan his name—he pulled back and turned his attention to the golden cup and the plug that was still lodged firmly inside her.
Once he took off the gold wire cup, it was simple enough to pull the thick plug out of her pussy. But when he did, Phoebe moaned in pain.
“What is it, baby? Did I hurt you?” Sirex asked, looking up at her.
“Not…your fault,” Phoebe panted. “It’s just so much bigger than anything I’m used to. And now I feel all sore inside.”
Again the urge to heal her flashed through him…but Sirex tried to push it away.
“Let’s just get you washed up,” he murmured. “Spread your legs like a good girl, Phoebe—let me wash your soft little pussy.”
Moaning softly, she did as he said. Sirex held her pussy lips open and as the spray of warm water hit her swollen clit and inner folds, she gasped and jerked her hips again. Clearly she was still in pain—possibly still in need too, he thought.
Gently, he washed inside her, stroking deep into her pussy with two fingers to be sure she was clean.
“Oh…oh, Sir!” Phoebe gasped, twitching her hips as he washed her. “Oh God, that feels good but it hurts too! I’m just so tender inside.”
“We’ll see about that in a minute. For now I just want to be sure you’re all clean,” Sirex told her sternly. “Now be a good girl and let me wash you.”
He spent a little while longer stroking and cleaning her until he was satisfied that she was all clean. Then he turned off the shower and lowered her arms, though he kept the manacles hooked together. He used a large, puffy blue towel to dry her thoroughly before stripping off his trousers—which were soaking wet—and drying himself as well.
Finally he took Phoebe back to the bed chamber and sat her on the bed. He was intending to go get himself a pair of sleep trousers to sleep in, but she immediately fell back against the large round mattress and started moaning and writhing.
“Phoebe? What’s wrong? What is it?” Sirex leaned over her anxiously.
“Oh, Sir! I ache inside,” she moaned. “It’s really bad—it started when you took the plug out of me but now it’s so painful I can’t stand it!”
Sirex felt his heart fist in his chest. He couldn’t bear to see her in pain!
“It must be some kind of side effect from the aphrodisiac they gave you,” he told her. He hesitated for a moment but then she moaned again. “I could possibly heal you,” he went on. “But I don’t know how you’d feel about it in the morning, when the drug wears off.”
“How can you heal me? Never mind, I don’t care—just do it! I can’t stand this much longer.” Phoebe reached between her legs as though to clutch at herself but a crackle of electricity made her jerk her hands away and cry out.
“Be careful—you can’t do that!” Sirex exclaimed. Climbing on the bed with her, he reached for her arms. The golden non-con manacles were still hooked together, keeping her arms in front of her. He unhooked them and then made Phoebe roll on her side before hooking them together again so that her wrists were fastened behind her back. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, he thought, but it should keep her from shocking herself and hurting her most sensitive areas.
“Oh…oh, Sir, please!” she moaned, rolling back over onto her back. Having her arms behind her raised her hips. When she parted her legs, Sirex could see how very swollen and slippery her pussy was.
The sight made essence squirt from his fangs and flood his mouth and the need to heal her overcame any inhibitions or worries he might have had.
“Fuck it!” he growled. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her down to the end of the bed. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.
He was going to fucking heal her and deal with the consequences tomorrow!