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 shook her head.
“Sorry—I still don’t get it.”
His forehead creased into a frown of concentration.
“Does this word have some other meaning in English? Let me try to explain—the same chemicals that are present in my seed, which can neutralize the effects of the warming cream—are also present in my saliva. So when I say that I need to worship you, I mean that I must lick you and taste you.”
“Oh!” Lucy finally got the picture and she could feel her cheeks getting red as she realized what he wanted to do. “So you’re saying you’ll have to, uh, go down on me?”
T’zaren frowned.
“’Go down?’ Is that what you humans call it when a male worships his S’rentha with his mouth? As though he is lowering himself when he pleasures her?”
“Well, I mean, that’s one euphemism for it,” Lucy admitted. “Or I guess you could just say ‘oral sex.’”
“Neither of those encompasses the deep emotions that come into play during true pussy worship,” T’zaren growled. He sounded almost angry—as though the phrase ‘to go down’ on a woman was demeaning in some way. “True pussy worship is a sacrament,” he told her. “It’s the way a male shows his S’rentha that he holds her in high esteem and will do anything to please and pleasure her.”
“Wow…you’re really serious about this.” Lucy looked at him with wide eyes.
“Of course I am. Do you not know that Monstrum and other kinds of Kindred warriors have a biological need to taste their females?” T’zaren asked.
“No…no I didn’t. Um, I don’t know much about Monstrum except what Iyanna has told me about her marriage to Dra’vik,” she admitted.
“Well, now know you,” T’zaren growled. “Though I’m afraid it’s going to be a problem in this case.”
“Why?” Lucy asked.
“Because I know you don’t like it—that human women in general don’t like it,” T’zaren said.
It was Lucy’s turn to frown.
“Who told you that?” she asked.
“I tried dating human women using the ‘dating apps’ you have—the ones that allow Monstrum and Kindred to join,” he explained. “The last female I dated got upset when…well, it was complicated.” He looked down at his hands. “She didn’t understand why I wanted…what I wanted, and she was angry about it.”
“Was this a first date?” Lucy asked, smiling a little.
He nodded.
“It was. We never got to date number two. She told me to ‘lose her number.’”
“Well, lots of girls like having a man go down on them—er, worship them,” she corrected herself quickly. “But not on the first date. I mean, you have to work up to something like that.”
“I wasn’t asking to worship her at that moment—I was just saying that I needed to know if she was my S’rentha so that I might worship her in the future,” T’zaren said stiffly. “She got upset and said she was not a ‘Dominatrix’ and refused to be treated as one.”
“Hmm…it sounds like there were a lot of misunderstandings going on,” Lucy said. “But that doesn’t mean that if she’d gotten to know you, she wouldn’t have wanted to let you, uh, ‘worship her with your tongue,’ as you put it.”
“But how do you feel about it?” T’zaren had an intense look as he held her eyes with his own golden ones. “Because if I’m not going to bond you to me, the only other way to neutralize the warming cream is for me to worship your soft little pussy with my tongue, Lucille. And I will have to be extremely thorough.”
“Oh, well…” Lucy suddenly found herself blushing again. “I…I hardly know how I feel about it,” she admitted. “I mean, I had a few boyfriends when I was an undergrad who said they were into it, but it never amounted to more than a few licks before they were ready for the ‘main event’—sex, I mean. And my ex, Mike, didn’t like it at all. He, uh, said I made too much…you know…that I got too wet. And he didn’t like the taste, either.”
She could feel her cheeks getting hotter and hotter as she admitted all this to him. It was embarrassing to delve into her past and let him see old hurts and disappointments. Mike’s words had really wounded her and made her want to hide that part of herself away—though she had never admitted it to herself until just now, she realized.
T’zaren was staring at her with something like disbelief in his golden eyes.
“So…though you’ve been with males of your own kind in the past, you’ve never had your pussy properly worshiped before?” he asked, sounding as though he could hardly believe it.
Lucy shrugged, making the water in the tub slosh a bit.
“I guess not.”
“But you’re so beautiful! So curvy and perfect,” he growled hoarsely. “How could any male not want to worship you with his tongue? And your pussy honey is fucking delicious.”