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 began to feel like a tidal wave was overtaking her. Moaning and gasping, she let it come—let it wash her out to sea and sweep her over the edge as an almost violent orgasm rocked her.
“Oh…Oh! OhGod,ohGod,ohGod!” she heard herself chanting. Her toes curled and every muscle in her body seemed to go stiff at once as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.
And though it all, the big Monstrum kept on fucking her with his tongue.
Lucy never wanted him to stop.
THIRTY-TWO
T’ZAREN
T’zaren didn’t want to stop. By this time he was certain he had neutralized every last drop of the warming cream he’d shot inside Lucille’s pussy, but he didn’t want to stop tasting her, stop hearing her moaning his name and begging for more as she pulled his hair and scratched his shoulders.
Some males wouldn’t have liked the scratching, but the little bit of pain made both of T’zaren’s shafts incredibly hard. Bearing pain for his S’rentha was a Stri’vor male’s duty and honor and he fucking loved it.
She’s not really your S’rentha, though, whispered a little voice in his head. You haven’t bonded her to you—nor can you. She let you know how she felt about the idea of bonding—she has no interest in it. Even if you do.
But did he? He wanted her badly and getting to lap her soft pussy and worship her properly was a rare treat. But could he see her as a true S’rentha?
T’zaren thought he could. True, she wasn’t as stern as a S’rentha of his own kind would be, but she was confident and sure of herself and also strong enough to ask for comfort when she needed it. Yes, he could definitely see her as his S’rentha.
None of that mattered now, though. The taste of her pussy honey made him drunk with desire and all he wanted to do was please her again and again.
Lucille moaned his name and begged him not to stop as her small, curvy body stiffened and quivered. T’zaren tasted fresh wetness and knew she was coming—coming just for him as he lapped her and filled her inner pussy with his tongue.
Gods, he wished this night would never end!
THIRTY-THREE
LUCY
Lucy lost count of how many times T’zaren made her come that night. The big Monstrum seemed tirelessly inventive in teasing her clit and her G-spot as he stroked and caressed her breasts and tugged her nipples. At last she was so exhausted she told him she was sure she couldn’t come anymore.
“Then let me just clean you up, my Lady,” he rumbled softly. “Your little pussy is all swollen and wet. Let me give you one last tongue bath to ease you and help you drift off to sleep. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Lucy had never imagined being licked to sleep before, but he seemed so earnest and he was so incredibly good at pussy worship, she didn’t even try to say no.
“All right—if you want to,” she murmured tiredly, stroking his cheek.
“I always want to taste you,” he growled softly.
So they lay on the bed with his head between her thighs, his hot tongue slowly caressing her folds as Lucy relaxed.
I could get used to this, she thought sleepily as she ran her fingers through his thick hair while he bathed her with his tongue. She’d never been with a man who wanted so much to taste her—or who knew exactly what he was doing once he got down there. T’zaren put every other lover she’d ever had to absolute shame, and that went double for her ex.
He gave her one more gentle orgasm before she drifted off to an exhausted sleep. And when she did, she dreamed that the two of them were bonded and she was living aboard the Mother Ship with Iyanna as her neighbor…
She had no idea that far from her lovely dream, the next day at Twa’linda the Twainer’s stronghold was going to be a nightmare.
THIRTY-FOUR
LUCY
“Get up! Get up! Do hurry—you must get up!”
The female voice twittering somewhere in the distance was vaguely familiar, Lucy thought, blinking her eyes. It must be a dream, though, because she didn’t see anyone in the massive bedroom.
“What…who…?” she asked, trying to wake up. There was a heavy weight on her thigh and she realized that T’zaren had fallen asleep with his head between her legs. His big body lay curled at the foot of the bed and his cheek was pillowed on her inner thigh.
When Lucy stirred, the big Monstrum opened his golden eyes sleepily and looked up at her.
“Good morning, my S’rentha,” he rumbled. “I trust you slept well?” And leaning forward, he planted a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her pussy mound.
“Yes, I did.” Lucy gave him a shy smile. “How could I help it after…well, after last night?”
“Mmm, then I trust you enjoyed letting me worship you?” T’zaren inquired. There was a little half-smile playing around the corner of his mouth—the first smile Lucy had ever seen on his stern face. It suited him very well, she thought as she smiled back.