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)
T’zaren put his arms behind his back, his broad shoulders straining, and leaned forward to grip the lacy fabric of her panties in his teeth.
Lucy bit her lip and had to put a hand on one of his shoulders to steady herself. The heels of the boots were much higher than she was used to and she wasn’t exactly graceful.
She could feel his hot breath through the thin fabric as he tugged the panties carefully down her hips and thighs and she lifted each foot in turn to let him slip the panties all the way off. The sight of the huge warrior bowing before her so submissively did something to her insides. Was it right that this was turning her on? Whether it was right or not, there was no denying that her nipples felt tight and achy and her pussy was getting extremely wet.
She wondered how T’zaren felt about it. It was impossible to tell, since both of his shafts were already being kept hard by the cock rings he was wearing. But when he finished removing the panties and Lucy had kicked them to one side, he looked up at her, his golden eyes blazing.
“Gods, my S’rentha,” he growled softly. “Love to serve you!”
“Then serve me!” Lucy ordered breathlessly. “Pay obeisance to me—but keep your hands behind your back!”
“As my Lady wishes,” T’zaren murmured…and leaned forward to do as she asked.
THIRTY-SIX
T’ZAREN
T’zaren leaned forward, keeping his arms locked behind his back. Gods, this was turning him on so fucking much! The way that Lucille was commanding him to serve her and telling him what she wanted was exactly what had been lacking before. She was acting like a true S’rentha now and his entire body was responding to her new attitude.
Both his shafts throbbed and his Sen Stripe flared with heat as a flash of painful pleasure rushed through him. Lucille’s plump little pussy lips were already wet and shiny with her honey, proving that she was enjoying herself as much as he was—which made him even hotter.
As he pressed his face between her legs, he groaned softly. Gods, she smelled so good—her warm, feminine fragrance was reaching out to entice him, inviting him in to pleasure her…which was exactly what he wanted to do.
He felt Lucy quiver as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her outer pussy. But that wasn’t enough for T’zaren—he wasn’t nearly finished worshipping her yet.
“Mistress,” he growled hoarsely, looking up at her. “Would you spread your legs wider for me, that I may pay obeisance to your inner pussy? How can I show my devotion to you unless I’m able to lap your inner folds?”
“Oh…uh, of course, T’zaren.” Her cheeks were getting dark with a blush but she widened her stance as he requested.
T’zaren had to bite back another groan when she did—her swollen outer pussy lips were parting on their own to show him her slippery inner folds. He could even see the little pearl of her clit peaking out, as though begging for his attention.
He was more than willing to answer the call. Leaning forward again, he pressed his mouth to her soft little cunt and took a long, loving taste. Gods, her honey was sweet! His shafts throbbed between his legs and he had to spread his knees even wider to ease the ache growing in his groin.
As he lapped and sucked Lucille’s pussy, she gripped one of his shoulders for balance and tangled the fingers of her other hand in his hair, urging him on. Her fist tightened, sending another wash of pleasure/pain through his body and he heard a soft moan come from her lush lips.
The sound had an even greater effect on him. His Sen Stripe flared again and he could feel the warming cream coming from his secondary shaft while the precum flowed from his primary one. Gods, he loved serving her like this! Loved kneeling before her, hearing the soft sounds of pleasure that came from her throat when he worshipped her sweet little pussy with his mouth, when he gave himself up completely to pleasing her…
“That will be quite enough!” The whipcrack voice of Mistress Shin’dara broke through the almost drugged pleasure he was feeling as he lapped Lucille’s sweet cunt. T’zaren straightened up, licking his lips to get the last of his female’s juices. He said nothing—it wasn’t his place to speak at this point—but he kept his body between Lucille and the Twainer.
This mission wasn’t about pleasure, he reminded himself. He was here to get the dimriel and to protect his S’rentha at all costs, and a dangerous, two-faced creature stood in the way of those goals.
He would do well to remember that and not get lost in the pleasure of serving Lucille.
THIRTY-SEVEN
LUCY
“That will be quite enough, I say!” Mistress Shin’dara snapped, though T’zaren had stopped licking Lucy the first time she’d said it.