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)
She trailed off, realizing that she was rambling nervously while she stood there with his cock in her hand. What was wrong with her?
But T’zaren only nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “We’ll do whatever she orders—anything we have to in order to save the Mother Ship.”
“Exactly!” Lucy said, grateful he was agreeing with her. “I mean, after all, we’re just playing parts here. It’s not like I’m actually your S’rentha or anything like that.”
T’zaren gave her a piercing look from his golden eyes.
“No,” he said after a long pause. “No, of course not.”
Lucy felt as though she’d done or said something wrong somehow but at that moment, Lady Twa’linda finished inspecting the new guard. Apparently finding him adequate, she grasped his long, green cucumber dick in one hand and nodded at Lucy to follow her into the dining area.
Lifting her head, Lucy did so. It might be a really weird thing for co-workers to do, she thought as she kept her fingers wrapped around T’zaren’s long, thick primary shaft. But there was really no other way to get the dimriel for the Mother Ship, so they had no choice.
Besides, she kind of enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her to handle the seven-foot-tall, muscular Monstrum warrior so intimately. Mike would never have agreed to anything like this. He would have claimed it was “too kinky” and “weird” and then gone off to watch the football game.
But it seemed that T’zaren was all in when it came to letting her take the lead sexually. Only because of his loyalty to the Mother Ship, of course, but still, it was a unique situation that Lucy found herself in and despite the embarrassment of being so intimate with a man she barely knew, she liked it.
That was until she saw the seating arrangements for dinner.
TWENTY-SIX
LUCY
“Now then—let’s both be seated, shall we?” Lady Twa’linda said, smiling. She indicated an oval table, about as big as a dining table to seat four back home on Earth, Lucy thought. The table had only two chairs and it was nearly swallowed up by the massive Banquet Hall with its arched marble ceilings and polished black floor. It was a vast, echoing space and it seemed odd to have a normal sized table in it.
“If you’re wondering why I have such a small dining table and only two chairs, it’s because I seldom have company,” Lady Twa’linda explained. “But it’s delightful to have another Dom’mesque as a guest. I’m ever so glad you’re here—even if it is only to talk business.”
“Thank you,” Lucy said politely. “I’m happy to be here, too. Speaking of business—I’m told you have access to a large supply of dimriel.”
“Dimriel? Yes, as a matter of fact, we mine it out of the chasm,” Lady Twa’linda said dismissively. “I’ll be more than happy to sell you some, but first let’s have dinner. I can never talk business on an empty stomach.”
“Oh—of course.” Lucy nodded. Well at least Twa’linda had agreed to sell them the dimriel. All she needed to do now was to avoid offending their hostess during dinner and they might even be out of here tonight!
“Do have a seat my dear—they can’t bring out the food until we sit,” Lady Twa’linda said. She pointed at the new guard she had chosen for “penetration duty.” “Burnes—settle into the entropy chair and be certain your shaft is nice and hard,” she directed. “Then put the seating straps in place for me.”
Lucy had been looking around the vast Banquet Hall, admiring some of the carved statues in the corners and the floating feather chandeliers which hovered over the table, bathing everything in a golden glow. Now she had a look at the chair which Lady Twa’linda was pointing at.
It was the strangest looking chair she’d ever seen. In fact, it wasn’t so much a chair as a square metal frame strung with what appeared to be hundreds or even thousands of thin, metal wires or strings. There was a dip in the middle of the wires which was clearly where you were supposed to sit, but it didn’t look very comfortable to Lucy at all. Was she really supposed to sit on this?
She supposed she was. With a shrug, she settled herself in the indentation and found—to her surprise—that the metal wires were all stretchy. They gave a bit when she bounced up and down, but they were also quite supportive.
“This is nice,” she remarked, bouncing a little—it was kind of like sitting on a deconstructed trampoline, she decided. “I’ve never sat in an entropy chair before,” she added.
“Clearly not, because you’re doing it wrong my dear,” Lady Twa’linda laughed. “You’re not supposed to sit in the chair—your manservant is! And then you place the seating straps across his lap and that’s where you sit. See?”
She pointed to her own entropy chair and Lucy saw that the guard she had called “Burnes” was seated in it. The panel in his trousers was still open, exposing a dark green cock of not-inconsiderable length.