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)
“It is not at full hardness yet,” T’zaren warned her. “Though you could just settle yourself with only the head inside you?” he added, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, good idea!” Lucy nodded. This was still going to be outrageously awkward, but if she only had the head of his smaller cock inside her, it wouldn’t be quite as awkward as having that monster of a primary shaft shoved all the way inside her to the root! Right?
She certainly hoped so, anyway.
T’zaren fixed the seating straps so that just the head of his secondary shaft stuck up through the slit in the black leather of the seat strap. Then he nodded at Lucy.
“There you are, my Lady—I’m ready for you.”
Thinking that this was going to be the weirdest business dinner ever, Lucy nodded back.
“Thank you, T’zaren,” she said, trying to sound professional despite the bizarre situation. “You’re a, uh, very good manservant.”
She reached back to pull up the train of her stretchy green gown, only to find that there was a slit in it, just as there was in the front. The seamstress must have put it there when she was in the back, trimming the hem! So the two sides of the dress opened naturally—allowing Lucy to expose her pussy, just as Lady Twa’linda had—so she could sit on T’zaren’s cock.
She gripped the metal frame arms of the entropy chair as she lowered herself down. At least she didn’t have to be afraid of squishing his other shaft, she thought, since it was tucked beneath the black leather seating straps. Still, it was incredibly strange and awkward to sit down and feel the broad, mushroom shaped head of his secondary shaft nudging between her pussy lips.
As soon as they made contact, she felt something warm and slippery sliding sensuously against her clit.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking down between her legs. “What—?”
“My warming pleasure liquid,” T’zaren growled softly.
“Oh, um…that’s really not necessary,” Lucy told him. Though to be honest, it felt kind of good. Better than good, actually—the warm, slippery pleasure cream was coating her inner folds and making her clit feel extremely sensitive.
“My body makes it automatically—I can’t stop it. Forgive me.” T’zaren’s deep voice sounded strained. “Unless you’d prefer to ride my primary shaft?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. “That one does not secrete any warming cream. Though it does make seed to plant deep in a female’s belly.”
“Oh, er—no. No thank you,” Lucy said quickly. “The secondary shaft will be fine.”
“Do hurry up and put your manservant inside you, my dear,” Lady Twa’linda said from across the table. She was beginning to look rather impatient. “The fleur’igan soup, you know!”
“Oh yes—yes, of course. Sorry,” Lucy apologized. She settled herself more fully on the straps and had the awkward sensation of the broad, mushroom shaped head of the big Monstrum’s cock sliding into the mouth of her pussy.
But it wasn’t just the head, she thought as she felt it slide inside her. More of T’zaren’s shaft was going inside her—he was almost halfway into her pussy now!
“Hang on,” she said, wiggling a bit. “Let me just…” She fumbled with the side of the chair. Now where were those controls at?
Her fingertips found a row of buttons and she pressed one, meaning to lift herself up so that the head of T’zaren’s secondary shaft just barely kissed the mouth of her pussy.
Unfortunately, she must have pushed the wrong button. Because instead of raising her, the metal frame of the chair’s arms began to lower, sinking her down and sliding the secondary shaft deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
“Lucille…My Lady…” T’zaren’s growled in her ear. “What in the Seven Hells are you doing?”
“Sorry!” Lucy gasped. Had she thought that his secondary shaft was much smaller and more manageable? Well it certainly didn’t feel like that now! In fact, it seemed to be swelling—getting thicker and longer as it slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. “Why…why is it getting bigger?” she gasped, fumbling with the buttons.
“Because you’re stimulating it,” T’zaren growled. “I thought we agreed you would only take the head inside you?”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Lucy muttered back. “Here—this button must raise me up.”
But it didn’t. When she pushed the second button, it only lowered her faster until she found herself nestled securely in the big Monstrum’s lap with his secondary shaft inside her to the hilt. She could feel the broad head pressing hard against the end of her channel and the warm, slippery pleasure liquid leaking inside her and making her pussy wetter and hotter by the minute.
“Wrong…button…my Lady,” T’zaren grated out. He shifted his hips restively and Lucy moaned as the head of his cock gave the mouth of her womb a deep, intimate kiss.
“Hang on—I…I think this must be the one!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
She pressed a third button thinking surely it would be the one that raised her up…only to find that it did nothing of the kind.