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? T’zaren?”
It took him a moment to realize that Lucille was calling his name. She was looking up at him, an expression of worry on her lovely face.
“Hey,” she said, when she saw that she had his attention. “Are you okay? You look like you’re getting too much into your own head.”
“I’m fine,” T’zaren said, as much to reassure himself as her.
“I found the lube button on this thing,” she told him. “See?”
She pressed a recessed button at the base of the long, golden dildo and a generous amount of slick, clear liquid came from the tip.
“See that?” Lucille asked him. “And there’s plenty more where that came from. I think this whole thing might be filled with it.” And she stroked the golden shaft protruding from her soft little pussy in a way that did strange things to T’zaren’s stomach.
He had never particularly longed to be penetrated, though he had always known it was a possibility if he found the right woman—his true S’rentha. Even now, preparing to take the Unbreakable Vow with her, he had been looking on the experience as something to get through—not a pleasure.
But now, watching the curvy little female stroke the golden shaft between her thighs, he began to re-evaluate the situation. She looked so fucking sexy with the thick shaft piercing her, filling her tight little pussy to the limit! And suddenly the idea of letting her fuck him with it began to seem more and more appealing. Less like a duty and more like a pleasure.
If I can be open enough to take it, he thought.
“I just want you to know everything’s going to be all right,” Lucille said, looking up at him. She seemed to have lost her uncertainty and inhibitions and T’zaren saw that determined set to her chin, which he was beginning to know so well.
“Thank you, S’rentha,” he murmured, wishing he could cup her cheek or lean down to kiss her. But he was manacled securely to the metal Penetration Arch, so he couldn’t move.
Lucille seemed to see the longing in his eyes because she stood on her tiptoes and just managed to brush his lips with hers.
“Going to take good care of you,” she promised softly. Then she went around behind him to where the stepping stool was placed.
T’zaren heard her climbing it, her leather boots clicking against the steps. Then there were the mechanical sounds of adjustment as she got into the right position to reach him. Then her small, soft body was pressed against his back as she wrapped her arms around him for a hug. The shaft of the golden dildo was cool against his ass, but her body was warm and comforting.
“All right, baby?” she murmured.
“I’m fine,” T’zaren repeated but he didn’t think he was telling the absolute truth. His body was tight all over and his heart was pounding. The shaft against his ass felt so big—fucking huge—and he wasn’t sure if he could take it or not. But ready or not, he was about to find out.
I’m a warrior and a Stri’vor Monstrum, he reminded himself. It is a great honor to take pain from my S’rentha. It is likewise an honor to open myself to her.
Then he felt her cool, slim fingers sliding between his ass cheeks.
“It’s all right, T’zaren,” she murmured. “Just spread your legs for me, okay? Let me get in so I can lube you up a little before we start.”
T’zaren widened his stance obediently, opening his thighs for her gentle invasion. Her fingers were slick with lube as she caressed and teased his rosebud.
“Gods,” he muttered hoarsely when he felt Lucille slip a single finger inside him. He was surprised that it didn’t hurt, though there was a stretching sensation. The area was extremely sensitive and it felt strange but good to have her inside him.
“Feels okay?” he heard Lucille murmur.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Feels…good, actually.”
“Glad to hear that, baby, because here comes another.”
The second finger that slid into him made him clench his teeth but he soon got used to it. And then he felt Lucille scissoring her fingers gently inside him, trying to warm him up and get him ready.
He felt a rush of affection for her. He had never had anyone make love to him this way before—with so much tenderness and concern for his comfort. But at the same time, part of him just wanted to get on with it—to get to the fucking.
As if on cue, Mistress Shin’dara’s voice rang out.
“That’s enough prep!” she snapped, glaring at Lucille. “I told you, I get paid in pain! I don’t want you stretching him out so he can take the shaft without a problem. I want to see you forcing it inside him so I can watch him writhe on it!”
“You really are a sadistic bitch, aren’t you?” Lucille gritted out. Since she was behind him, T’zaren couldn’t see her face but he could hear the anger in her tone.