Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Oh, the infamous Bonding Fruit wine! You got some too?” Lana shook her head. “That stuff should come with a warning label!”
“What do you mean? You know about it?” Molly asked.
“Of course! They always put it in those bungalows. But you’re right—it only makes you horny—it doesn’t make you stretch. The first time my boys and I tried it, we couldn’t figure out what was going on.” Lana shook her head. “I wound up having to take a shot of the concentrated Bonding Fruit juice we’d brought with us, so then I had a double dose of Bonding Fruit on board and let me tell you, we were busy all night long. You know?” She giggled.
“So…the wine isn’t supposed to help you stretch?” Molly asked.
“No—it has something to do with the fermentation process, I think,” Lana said, shrugging. “It kills the stretchy quality of the fruit. Or something like that.” She cocked her head to one side and gave Molly a look. “So are you telling me that’s the only time you two tried using Bonding Fruit to do the deed?”
Molly nodded.
“Yes—we thought it was a complete failure. And we haven’t tried again—though I wish we could,” she added sadly. “But Torus won’t anymore. He’s too afraid of hurting me because he’s so big.”
“Listen, it doesn’t matter how big he is, with the right dose of Bonding Fruit, anything is possible,” Lana said firmly. “You just need to take a big dose of the concentrated stuff and get him to help you out, if you know what I mean.”
“But how can I do that if he won’t even try?” Molly protested. “I’ve asked him several times since we came back to the Mother Ship, if we could try Bonding again but he won’t even attempt it—he won’t even, you know, rub it against me. Because he’s too afraid of hurting me.”
“Hmm, that is a problem,” Lana admitted. She furrowed her brow, thinking hard. “But I think I know a way.”
“You do?” Molly asked.
“Yes. You have to prove to him the Bonding Fruit is working on you.”
“Prove it? How do I do that?” Molly asked, mystified.
“I’ll tell you.” Lana leaned towards her conspiratorially. “Now listen up—I have a plan. This is what you’re going to do…”
52
TORUS
Later that evening, Torus had a strong feeling that someone wanted to talk to him very badly. He was out running errands but he opened his mind at once to the Think-me call and heard Molly’s voice in his head.
“Torus, honey—could you please come back to the suite?” she asked. “I have a problem and I really need your help!”
The urgent tone of her mental voice made him instantly concerned.
“Of course, sweetheart. What’s the problem though? Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just yourself. Please hurry—I really need you!”
And then her voice cut off as the mental communication ended as quickly as it had begun. Torus was extremely anxious—what could be wrong with her? He hurried back to his suite—which was a modified Twin Kindred suite he had been given because of his size. Molly had moved in with him the minute they got back to the Mother Ship and they were happily cohabitating now.
As soon as he stepped through the doorway, he could sense that something was wrong. There were muffled moans coming from the sleeping chamber and the scent of feminine arousal was in the air. More than just arousal though, Torus thought as he sniffed the air—it smelled like a female in heat! Was that Molly?
“Molly, sweetheart?” he called, wishing again that they both had their TET devices. However, he had taken his off because it was no use while Molly didn’t have one.
“In here!” her voice floated from the bedchamber. She sounded like she might be in pain.
Torus hurried in to find her lying on the bed. She had on a thin little top made of white silk and her large, plump breasts were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Her nipples looked especially tight, Torus thought distractedly.
From the waist down, she was covered by a furry throw blanket draped over her lower body. There was something awkward happening beneath it, but Torus couldn’t tell what exactly was going on.
“Sweetheart?” he murmured, sitting down on the bed beside her. “What’s wrong?”
Molly bit her lip.
“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”
“Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?” Torus asked, confused.
“Well…because I might have done something kind of stupid,” she confessed. “Though in my defense, it wasn’t all my idea—Lana thought up part of it,” she added.
“She did, did she?” Torus raised an eyebrow at her. He liked Lana—she was a good worker and an excellent second-in-command. But there was no doubting that she got up to some questionable activities occasionally. He was friends with her Dark Twin Husband, Strikes Hard, and he had heard some of the wild adventures she and her Twin Kindred Mates went on.