Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A female’s duty was to submit to these things.
A male’s duty was to pleasure her in every way.
It had only been one night wrapped up in his passion, but I could see how it could go horribly wrong. Miranda had been forced for ten years to endure a lustful mate who refused her freedoms so he might enjoy her cunt.
The idea of being locked in a room and subjected to that kind of pleasure over and over would literally drive any female insane. I had already been tamed to such a point that I was allowing him to hold me.
The same man who had forced me to sleep just the day before.
Who had taken me without permission at the academy.
Who I had given permission to knot me in that very bed, because I saw no other possible outcome, knowing Mirada’s sad history and Cyderial’s obsessive insanity.
I had to be confident to be allowed outside on his terms.
Why waste time arguing with reality? That is what the wise would ask.
Accept every bit of disgust, swallow down your disappointments, and move forward. Cyderial had won. I had been defeated at a game I had unknowingly been playing with him since I was a child.
He outmaneuvered me even now, the man educated in what I could only imagine were advanced sexual techniques, confident in how and when to apply them. He had bred me and made our children when I still could hardly wrap my mind around the concept that potentially dozens of hybrid babies were waiting in some sort of suspended state… I was not even sure where in my body.
I didn’t have to like him, but I had to be knotted by him.
I didn’t have to desire the man, but heat would force me to feel intense pleasure under his body for the rest of my life.
I may carry our children, but I did have the power to refuse to birth them. Unless… that was also a lie.
I had to accept that I did not know the world at all and, in accepting that, make a choice. To whine about my lot in life, or to start the new day reborn.
Lorieyn, bonded mate of General Cyderial.
Who I didn’t really know at all.
How much longer before I forgot to feel uncomfortable waking up in the arms of a naked, figurative stranger possessing a weird cock. One I felt fast against my thigh, clinging to me in his sleep.
A tentacle.
A shackle.
Even as he dreamed, I could not escape that thing’s desire to touch me.
Nor could I pretend I was not beginning to grow aroused looking at it.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh.
A fresh start awaited, but I needed the bathroom and a few precious moments of solitude to clear my head.
To poke at my belly, to see what the plug inside me felt like.
To wash the smell of sweat and sex right down the drain before I might demand modest clothing that any good mate should provide.
Yet before I might make my move to seek freedom, an audible pop made me jolt. The subsequent rushing flood that poured out of me left me scrambling to my elbows to gape. From my glittering slit poured a river of pearlescent fluid that drenched the bed, my stomach deflating while I stared in frozen horror.
Jaw hanging loose, I gawked at all the creamy whiteness pooling on the sheets. And just about died to both feel and watch the white plug slither free. Through the gush, moving past the lips of my slit, a waxy-looking blob joined the mess.
A sleepy male hand dove right into the warm puddle, rubbing it right back into me as he fingered my sex. “Mmm, good morning.”
Every move, every wiggle I made, and a little bit more dribbled out, uninvited fingers rolling it against my seam and tickling where I leaked. Even that organ of his was perking up to slather around in it.
“Oh my God, stop!”
He did, but Cyderial did not remove the single hooked finger penetrating the source of the flood.
My chest was heaving, my cheeks bright red, unsure if I should get out of bed and risk a greater mess, or simply die right there. But mortification would not let my mouth work.
Easing gracefully from where he lay, all sleek muscle and dangerous strength, a very naked General Cyderial took me in his arms. “My darling, your body, in all its miraculous workings, is nothing but beautiful to me. I gave you more than you might absorb before the plug would melt. Releasing what is not needed is natural. Cleansing.”
He began to kiss my neck, murmuring, “Besides, males find a large rupture very arousing. A swollen womb is a sign of our virility and devotion. I am proud to see your stomach protrude, and if you would let me, I would pump you full again this very moment.” Lips came to my throat. “Give you a belly to carry around all day.”