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)
“Maybe,” Lucy agreed.
She still felt hot and right on the edge of orgasm but then she saw that one of the guards had come around the side of the throne and was just standing there staring at them.
“Oh my God!” she gasped, quickly putting her leg down from T’zaren’s shoulder and trying to cover herself. Which wasn’t easy with half the enormous golden dildo buried in her pussy and the other half sticking up from between her thighs like an exclamation point.
“Forgive me, my Lady,” the guard said, looking away respectfully. “But Mistress Shin’dara has sent me to inform you that the penetration must begin at once.”
“Oh…um…’ Lucy wasn’t sure how to feel or what to do. She looked up at T’zaren, whose mouth and lips were still shiny from tasting her. He had a look on his face she couldn’t read but he didn’t seem agitated or upset.
“All right,” he said simply. “Let’s go.”
After that, to Lucy’s mind, there was nothing else to be said. They were both committed to this act—now they just had to do it.
FORTY-FOUR
T’ZAREN
They walked out from behind the throne to find the guards all assembled in neat rows again on either side of the Penetration Arch. The arch had been set up right in front of the throne, where Mistress Shin’dara was once again seated, an expectant look on her face. At her feet was a white sheet filled with blood-red crystals of all shapes and sizes.
The dimriel! T’zaren thought, eyeing it. Just a single crystal the size of his thumb would be enough to replace the Mother Ship’s heart. If tended correctly, it would grow to fill the heart space at the center of the ship in no time. But in order to get that tiny piece, he and Lucille had to put on a show for the sadistic Twainer sitting on the throne.
Forget about her, T’zaren told himself. For that matter, forget about the dimriel—at least for now. Forget about the guards standing around watching and focus on the most important thing—you’re about to take the Unbreakable Vow. You’re about to give yourself to your S’rentha completely. You have to concentrate on that.
He was determined to do exactly that—to block out everything but Lucille and the emotions he felt for her and knew she felt for him. True, he would have preferred to take the Unbreakable Vow after they had been bonded together—it was said to be an incomparable experience when the soul-bond that all Kindred and Monstrum males formed with their mates was established. But since he didn’t have the luxury of bonding Lucille to him before he gave himself to her, they would just have to make the most of it.
Two guards led him over to the Penetration Arch and fastened his wrists into tough leather manacles that were dangling by chains from the bottom side of the arch. Then one of them grabbed the back of his trousers and yanked them down, exposing his ass. He would have taken the cock rings off of T’zaren’s shafts as well, but at that point Lucille stepped in to stop him.
“Don’t touch him!” she said sternly, glaring at the guard. “He’s my manservant—no one is going to handle his sensitive parts but me. Get back in line!”
T’zaren gave her a grateful look.
“Thank you, my S’rentha,” he murmured as the guard shuffled back to his spot. “I would not have wanted his hands on me—or anyone’s hands but yours.”
“That’s exactly how I feel, too. Don’t worry, baby—nobody’s touching you but me,” Lucille said firmly.
It was the first time she’d called him the sweet nickname, which humans seemed so fond of, and T’zaren found he liked it, as well as her fiercely protective attitude. Though it might seem silly to think that the curvy little female could protect a huge male like himself, he felt safer and better when Lucille was near—especially given his current, vulnerable circumstances.
Her soft, cool fingers felt good on his flesh as she removed the leather cock rings around the bases of both his shafts. T’zaren wondered at the necessity of removing them at first, but then he remembered that Mistress Shin’dara had said she wanted to see him shoot from both shafts. It seemed that she might get her wish, he thought dryly. For having Lucille’s soft hands on him made him almost ready to shoot at once and she hadn’t even penetrated him yet.
He tried to concentrate on her hands and the long, loose blond curls around her flushed face and ignore the golden shaft that was plugged firmly into her soft little pussy. But inside, part of him was asking if he really thought he could take all that in his ass.
Guess we’re going to find out, T’zaren told himself. Whatever you do, stay loose and don’t clench up! That will only make things harder!