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)
By ‘slick,’ Lucy assumed she meant lube. But she still wasn’t happy about using something so large on T’zaren.
“I really think—” she began but T’zaren himself intervened to stop her.
“It will be all right, my S’rentha,” he told Lucy. “I can take it.”
“What? But how?” she demanded. “It’s almost as big as your own primary shaft!”
“Nevertheless, I’ll manage,” he said firmly. “It’s certainly better than the alternatives Mistress Shin’dara mentioned.”
“Yes, it rather is. And I can’t wait to see it shoved up your ass, manslave,” Mistress Shin’dara purred, looking up at him. “We’ll see how stoic you are with this golden beauty rammed up your rosebud!”
T’zaren looked back at her impassively and said nothing, though Lucy didn’t know how he could keep his temper. For her part, she wanted to slap the horrible woman who was forcing them to do this!
“Better get that on,” Mistress Shin’dara said to her, nodding at the golden shaft. “The penetration starts very shortly and you wouldn’t want to be late for your own show.”
Then she glided away on her stiletto heels, throwing a last knowing smirk over her shoulder.
FORTY-THREE
LUCY
Lucy looked back at the double-headed golden dildo again in disbelief. It seemed so awkward and unwieldy and she didn’t have any lube—though presumably the larger end of the dildo had some somewhere. Plus, she was in public here—or as good as, with all the guards running around. How was she going to manage to put this into herself without looking completely obscene?
T’zaren seemed to have an answer for her dilemma.
“Come back here, Lucille,” he murmured in her ear, taking the case from the seamstress’s arms. “Let me help you.”
They went around behind the throne, which was the only place that offered even a modicum of privacy in the whole vast room. As soon as they were there, T’zaren opened the case with the golden dildo again.
“I don’t like this.” Lucy looked mistrustfully at the thick instrument. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you with it, T’zaren!”
He took a deep breath and Lucy saw that he wasn’t quite as stoic as he had been pretending to be in front of Mistress Shin’dara.
“It’s fucking big,” he admitted at last. “But as long as you go slow, and use plenty of the ‘slick’ Mistress Shin’dara talked about, I think I’ll be all right.” He gave the dildo a grim look. “Just don’t start fucking me until I’ve adjusted to having it in me,” he added.
“I don’t want to have to fuck you at all!” Lucy protested. “I still can’t believe we agreed to do this!”
“It’s the only way to get the dimriel,” he reminded her. Cupping her cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the case, he looked into Lucy’s eyes. “Listen, I trust you, Lucille.”
“But…I’ve never done this before either,” she whispered. “What if I fuck it up—no pun intended!” she added quickly.
A fleeting smile crossed the big Monstrum’s face.
“It doesn’t matter that we haven’t done it before—we’re in this together,” he told her “And I want you to know something—I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this to me. I wouldn’t…” He took a deep breath. “Wouldn’t open myself like this for anyone else. But with you, I know it’s right.”
Lucy was moved by his certainty and trust in her. She nuzzled her face into his big, warm hand and met his golden gaze.
“All right,” she told him. “Then I’ll do my very best not to hurt you. Even though I’ve never, er, fucked anyone before.”
“It’s not that hard, once you get started,” he said dryly. “Just move your hips and the shaft will do the actual fucking.”
Lucy felt her lips twitch up into an unwilling smile.
“You have got a sense of humor,” she remarked. “It’s extremely dry, but it’s definitely there.”
“Well, let’s see if I’m still laughing once you get this inside me,” he said. “But first we have to get it inside you.” And he nodded pointedly to her pussy, which was exposed by the slit in the black leather mini-skirt.
“I know…” Lucy bit her lip. “And I’m not exactly sure how—unless the smaller head makes lube too?” she asked hopefully.
T’zaren shook his head.
“I don’t think so. But I don’t think we’ll need any lube.”
“What? Why not?” Lucy demanded.
His golden eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked at her.
“Because I’m going to be certain you’re wet enough to take this shaft up your sweet little pussy, my S’rentha,” he growled. “By worshiping you right here and now.”
Suddenly, he was in Lucy’s space, pushing her against the back of the cool marble throne, his eyes glowing with lust.
“Before you fuck me, I’m going to fuck you, my S’rentha,” he growled. “Going to fuck you with my tongue!”
“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed, completely taken off guard. Before she could say anything else, the big Monstrum was on his knees before her, spreading her legs.