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 straightened up and untangled her hand from the big Monstrum’s thick hair. As she did, a few strands came away in her fingers—goodness, she hoped she hadn’t pulled his hair too hard! Also, one of his broad shoulders bore the marks of her nails—she must have scratched him when she’d been gripping him for balance and trying not to fall over from the pleasure he was giving her.
Hope I didn’t hurt him! she thought as she lifted her chin to look at the Twainer who was still seated at the table.
“What’s the problem?” she asked, frowning. “You asked that my manservant should pay obeisance to me before I sat down to breakfast with you—that’s exactly what he was doing.”
“Yes, but he was enjoying it too much.” Mistress Shin’dara scowled. “I don’t approve of males having pleasure—not even pleasure in paying obeisance. It’s just wrong.”
“Oh, I’m afraid he can’t help it. T’zaren just really enjoys worshiping my pussy.” Lucy shrugged awkwardly. “That’, um, just the way he is—the males of his people have a biological need to taste their females,” she added, hoping to explain.
“Well he can enjoy sitting under the table, lapping you while we eat breakfast then,” Mistress Shin’dara snapped. “Come and have a seat!”
“All right. Thank you,” Lucy said with dignity. She tugged at the big Monstrum’s leash. “Come, T’zaren—you heard our hostess. You’re to accompany me to the breakfast table and pleasure me as I eat.”
He rose to tower over her and his golden eyes flashed.
“That will be my very great pleasure, my Dom’mesque,” he rumbled.
“Good, then let’s go.”
Lucy tugged the leash again and strolled across the polished black floor to the dining table where they’d had such an interesting time the night before with the Entropy chairs.
This time there was a whole different kind of seating arrangement she saw, as T’zaren pulled the chair away from the dining table for her. The chair frame seemed to be made of some kind of malleable plastic and the seat was cloth. It was split in the middle into a V-shape which would support her ass and outer thighs while giving easy access to her inner thighs and pussy.
“Oh, er, what an interesting chair,” she remarked, seating herself gingerly on the cloth seat, which supported her with surprising strength.
“Yes, these are Mistress Chairs. I had them made especially for me years ago,” Mistress Shin’dara told her. “I was afraid my Other Half had thrown them away, but then the guards found them back in the storage area of the stronghold. They are most useful for punishing a manslave and making him worship you.” She made a sour face as she looked up at T’zaren. “Though I take it, you won’t find it a punishment at all to submit to your Mistress and pleasure her with your tongue, eh?”
T’zaren shook his head.
“It is no punishment to serve my Dom’mesque,” he rumbled. “I love to give her pleasure.”
“Well then, you’d better get on with it,” Mistress Shin’dara snapped. “Get under the table and do your duty!”
Without a word of protest, T’zaren ducked his head and slipped under the table with surprising grace for such a large male.
Lucy thought that it was lucky that the dining table was large and wide with a tall tabletop or he never would have fit. But soon enough, she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and bit her lip. Goodness, was he really going to do exactly as Mistress Shin’dara had ordered and lick her all during breakfast? He really didn’t have to—he was hidden so no one would know if he didn’t.
But apparently, T’zaren was determined to keep up appearances—even if no one was watching him. Lucy bit back a moan as she felt his warm tongue lapping away her juices from her inner thighs. She just hoped she could concentrate on doing business with Mistress Shin’dara while he was worshiping her!
Breakfast turned out to be a lot of different kinds of flaky pastries with both sweet and savory fillings and a hot drink that was bitter and sweet at the same time. It reminded Lucy of coffee but with a cinnamon-spicy kick to it that she rather liked. But of course, all the time she was sipping it she had to be careful not to spill it on her bare breasts as T’zaren lapped her pussy under the table.
Luckily, he wasn’t going for it as vigorously as he had the night before. His lapping was more leisurely, as though he realized she had to concentrate on the conversation. But it still felt incredibly sensitive and intimate to know he was down there with his mouth between her legs, bathing her pussy with his tongue, while she tried to talk to their new hostess.
“Now that you’re seated, I suppose I should ask why you’re here in my stronghold at all.” Mistress Shin’dara raised her pointed black eyebrows.