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)
“Very good. Servants, bring the fleur’igan soup,” Lady Twa’linda called. “And Lady Lucille, my dear, just lower yourself back down to the proper level,” she added to Lucy. “We can’t have exposed shafts at the dinner table, after all.”
“We…we can’t?” Looking across the table, Lucy saw that the Dom’mesque was seated fully in her guard’s lap so that his shaft was buried to the hilt inside her once more.
“Of course not! While we’re eating, you must conceal your manservant’s shaft within yourself,” Lady Twa’linda said primly. “That’s etiquette.”
Lucy supposed it really didn’t matter anymore. The entropy chair had already made the big Monstrum fuck her and fill her with his cream—what did she care if he had to be deep inside her during the rest of dinner? Yes it was awkward but not as awkward as what they’d just been through—a banjo fucking worthy of Deliverance.
Biting her lip, she started to reach for the buttons but T’zaren brushed her hand away.
“Allow me, my Lady,” he grated in her ear. And then he pushed the button that lowered her fully onto him again, so that his thick shaft pierced her to the core.
“Oh…uh…” Lucy wiggled uncertainly. She was still tender from the chair’s rough fucking and he was so big inside her! She could really feel her inner walls being stretched by his smaller shaft—thank goodness she didn’t have the larger one inside her!
“My lady, why are you shifting around like that?” T’zaren’s voice was a low, warning growl.
“I’m just trying to get comfortable!” Lucy protested. “You’re so big and you’re still so hard. Don’t Monstrum get soft after they come?”
“Of course not—how could we continue to pleasure our females if our shafts wilted after shooting?” he demanded. “Why—do human males have that problem? They get soft after they shoot?”
“Some of them are soft even before they shoot,” Lucy said, thinking of Mike again. “But yes—they have what’s called a ‘recovery time’ between when they come and when they can get hard and, er, perform again.”
“No wonder so many human females are turning to Kindred and Monstrum males to find mates,” T’zaren remarked. “It’s pathetic to get soft so quickly after an orgasm.”
“Well right now I kind of wish you were a little softer,” Lucy muttered, wiggling again.
“What you’re doing is making me harder,” he growled in her ear. “Keep it up if you want me to come inside you again—I won’t be able to help it.”
“Sorry.” Lucy subsided at once. She was just going to have to get used to sitting there with the big Monstrum’s cock buried inside her, she supposed. She just wished she didn’t feel so swollen and achy down below! Her entire pussy felt sensitive and hot and her clit seemed to be throbbing like a second heartbeat. Did it have anything to do with T’zaren’s warming cream that he’d coated her inner folds with?
She had no idea but she told herself she would just have to ignore the strange sensations and make the best of things for the rest of dinner.
TWENTY-SEVEN
T’ZAREN
T’zaren did his best to sit perfectly still though the feeling of Lucille’s sweet, soft pussy sucking his cock was almost too much to bear. His secondary shaft wasn’t even meant for fucking—except in a bonding situation, of course. But the damn chair had forced him to fuck her so vigorously that he couldn’t help coming deep in her pussy—something which shamed him deeply since he had been trying hard not to fill her with his cream.
His primary shaft was aching too—that was the one he especially wished he could bury in her pussy. Of course, she was complaining of how big his secondary shaft was, even though it was much smaller than the primary one, but once the warming liquid he had filled her with took effect, she would be able to stretch easily to take the primary one.
She’s not going to take the primary one, though, he reminded himself. Because you’re not bonding her to you!
Which meant that the effects of the warming liquid wouldn’t be neutralized by his seed, which was the usual way things went with a Stri’vor Monstrum and his S’rentha. Which further meant that Lucille might have some problems later.
Well, he couldn’t tell her that now, T’zaren thought. The servants had finally brought the soup and Lady Twa’linda was excitedly explaining all about it while Lucille tried to look bright and interested. As if either of them could concentrate on anything as banal as soup when they were so intimately joined!
There was another reason this situation upset him, though. It was the fact that the practice of “shaft sitting” wasn’t unknown among his people. It was often a trial of endurance that a female would inflict on a male when she was debating if she wanted to bond with him or not. Sometimes, if a female made the Sen Stripes of several males flare, she would even conduct this test on all of them at once in order to choose the one she wanted.