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)
“Oh, er—no, I like his bigger shaft just fine,” Lucy said, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s just…it’s so big, I thought it might be a distraction to, er, have it inside me while we ate,” she added.
“Well don’t deprive yourself on my account.” Lady Twa’linda made an expansive gesture with one hand. “Please, help yourself and mount his larger shaft if you want to.”
“Oh, no—that’s all right,” Lucy said quickly. “I’ll, er, probably mount him later tonight, back at our ship,” she added.
“Oh but you can’t stay in your ship! You must be my guest tonight!” Lady Twa’linda protested. “I’ve got lovely guest rooms in my stronghold, you know! And that way when you wake up you can have your pick of the dimriel crystals.”
“Well…thank you.” Lucy nodded. “That’s very kind of you—I accept.”
Behind her she could feel T’zaren stiffen but if he was upset she had accepted the invitation to stay, he didn’t say so.
“Very well! I hope you’ve enjoyed your supper, my dear,” Lady Twa’linda told her. “I’ll have something more substantial sent to your room for your manservant later if you like. I know how males love to eat! Almost as much as they like to penetrate a tight pussy!” And she tittered, her pale cheeks turning pink.
“Oh, er, they certainly do.” Lucy laughed politely. “Thank you again for your hospitality.”
“Not at all, my dear—I do love having guests! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to activate my entropy chair’s fuck button and have a nice deep-dicking for dessert!” Lady Twa’linda said.
She pressed the “fuck button” and the metal fibers twanged musically before beginning to thrust the guard she was sitting on up and down so that his dark green shaft slid in and out of her bright pink pussy.
“Ahhh, that’s lovely!” Lady Twa’linda closed her eyes in obvious delight and the guard she was sitting on groaned.
“Oh my Lady—your pussy is so tight!”
“You naughty man! Don’t you dare come in me!” the Dom’mesque warned. “I absolutely do not want your hot cream flooding my womb. Do you understand?”
“Yes…my Lady…” the guard gritted out. Clearly he was doing his best to hold out and not come, but Lucy doubted he was going to manage it for long.
Sure enough, barely a minute later, he groaned again and Lady Twa’linda moaned along with him.
“Oh Burnes, you bad man! I can feel you spurting your cream deep inside me!” she exclaimed. “I told you not to come in me!”
“Forgive me, my Lady!” he gasped. “I…I couldn’t help it—your sweet pussy just sucked it right out of me!”
“Well…” Lady Twa’linda sighed and pushed a button on the chair which raised her up off the guard’s cock. Sure enough, her bright pink pussy was filled with white cream. Lucy tried not to look but she couldn’t help seeing from the corner of her eye.
“Now just look at the mess you’ve made of my pussy, Burnes!” Lady Twa’linda scolded. “I’ve half a mind to have you lick me clean right this moment just to teach you a lesson.”
“Yes, my Lady—I’ll be more than happy to!” the guard exclaimed.
“Do so, then. Here—switch me places.”
Lady Twa’linda was in the act of climbing off the guard’s lap when she seemed to realize that Lucy and T’zaren were still sitting across from her.
“Oh my dear—don’t let me keep you,” she exclaimed. “You go with the servants and they’ll lead you to your room and give you anything you need. I imagine you might want your manservant to lick your own pussy clean as well.” She tittered. “But I know you’re modest, so you may do it in your room in privacy if you like.”
“Oh, er, yes. Yes, of course,” Lucy could feel her cheeks getting hot. Mike had never liked going down on her, which had given her kind of a complex about it. So she would never dream of asking T’zaren to do such a thing as “lick her pussy clean.” But of course she couldn’t say that to their hostess.
“Very good then. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lady Twa’linda was already settling herself in the entropy chair with her legs spread wide while her guard kneeled between them, eagerly lapping up the cream he had so recently deposited in her pussy.
Suddenly, a servant appeared at Lucy’s elbow.
“I can take you to your room if you like, my Lady,” he said with a bow.
“Thank you.” Lucy nodded to him. “Just give me a moment to, er, dismount.”
This proved to be easier said than done, however. Because of the position of the chair, her legs were dangling and her feet couldn’t touch the ground, which didn’t give her any leverage at all to get up. Lucy thought about trying to use the buttons to lower the chair, but she was afraid she might accidentally hit the fuck button again, and she was still swollen and tender from the last time.