Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Lucy didn’t see how he could possibly protect her from falling to her death if the flimsy-looking tracks gave way, but his words still made her feel better. Taking a deep breath, she did as he said and closed her eyes.
“All right,” she whispered in a trembling voice. “I…I trust you, T’zaren.”
“Good. Because here we goooo!”
His last words were a whoop as the little cart rocketed down the hill and straight across the chasm. Lucy only opened her eyes once but when she caught a glimpse of the endless blackness flashing past, she squeezed them shut again and tried to concentrate on her breathing.
In a way, the cart ride was like folding space. It seemed to take forever and yet no time at all for them to cross the gaping void. Before Lucy knew it, they were coming to a jolting stop just inside the atmosphere dome.
“Oh!” she gasped, as the cart jerked to a halt.
T’zaren’s arms tightened briefly around her and he murmured in her ear,
“We’re here, Lucille. Are you all right?”
“I…I think so.” Lucy opened her eyes and looked around. The inside of the dome was a little darker than the purple dusk outside—it almost looked like night was falling. Ahead of them was an enormous white mansion that seemed to be built of some kind of shimmering marble. Outside it, two guards wearing the same black and dark green uniforms as the ones on the other side of the chasm were standing. When they saw the cart come to a stop, they left their posts on either side of the door and came down the marble steps.
“Greetings! You must be Lady Lucille—the Dom’mesque that Lady Twa’linda is expecting,” the first guard said, as both of them bowed.
“I am. Thank you.” Lucy still felt a big shaky and she didn’t realize that the sweater knotted under her breasts had popped open again until she felt T’zaren’s arm covering her chest.
“Please look the other way while my Lady exits the cart,” he said to the guards, frowning. “Her clothing was ripped in an encounter with slavers earlier and it no longer covers her decently.”
One of the guards burst out laughing.
“You’re worried about your Lady showing her breasts?” he demanded. “You needn’t be! Lady Twa’linda is always pulling down her top to feed her favorites nectar.”
“Aye—her nectar is the sweetest,” the second guard said. He sighed longingly. “I can’t wait until she favors me to suck her sweet nips again.”
“Or to taste her pussy,” the first guard murmured. “Her honey flows so freely and she’s always so generous with it.”
“It doesn’t matter what your own Lady does or doesn’t do,” T’zaren growled. “My Lady does not show her breasts to strangers!”
“Er, thank you, T’zaren,” Lucy murmured. The feeling of his warm arm across her bare breasts made her tingle, though she tried not to show it. She really had to get over this attraction she was feeling towards the big, stern Monstrum. He had made it clear over and over again that they were just working together and he wanted nothing to do with her romantically.
But what about the way he sucked your nipples—twice? a little voice in her head demanded.
Lucy brushed it aside. The first time he had been just playing the part of the dutiful manservant. The second time, he’d been out of his head with Rage. Neither of those counted…did they?
“Very well—we’ll look away,” the first guard said, breaking her train of thought. The two of them turned their backs and T’zaren climbed out of the cart and offered Lucy a hand out as well.
Grasping his big hand, she let him pull her up as she clutched the shredded sweater closed around her breasts with her other arm.
“All right,” she said, when she had straightened her skirt and run a hand through her tousled hair. “I’m, er, decent.” As much as she could be considering she was minus a bra and panties and her sweater was in ruins, anyway.
“Very good, my Lady,” the first guard said, as they both turned around and bowed. “Then I hope you will be pleased to accompany us to the happiest home in all of B’ron Three.”
“The happiest home? That’s certainly nice to hear,” Lucy said as they followed the guards up the front steps of the shimmering white marble mansion.
“Ah, it’s all because of our Dom’mesque, the Lady Twa’linda,” the second guard remarked. “She is the kindest Mistress a male could ask for. She treats all of us who guard her as her lovers and gives us all turns at sucking the sweet nectar from her nipples as well lapping the honey from her pussy.”
“Uh…she does?” Lucy couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice as she eyed the white mansion. What kind of a place was this, anyway? Did Lady Twa’linda have some kind of continuous orgy going on in here?