Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Even if I didn’t know how to receive it.
High as I was, he could have done anything to me, regardless of my sober consent.
And he had not abused his privilege.
Because his war was not yet over.
I did not love him in return.
Stretching my legs, I wiggled my toes, my naked skin soaking up the morning sun. Had I still been living at the academy, I would have already ran through morning drills and most likely been patrolling the farmlands at this hour.
How strange it was to sleep in. Not only that, but to have such a comfortable bed in such a beautiful room.
Clean, fresh air always available to me.
And food. I very much liked the food.
Speaking of which, hunger still gurgled above my sloshing belly.
Which, of course, a man like Cyderial prepared for. He made no secret of his doings in the kitchen, tempting me to rise from the bed and find him.
Waddling to the cabinet he procured my pink dress from the day before, I found a great deal of clothing prepared for me. Strangely, many of the outfits were cut to fit a fully plugged female body. But I did not have the mental capacity to think over such things.
And, maybe later, I would have some enthusiasm to look through the beautifully colored assortment of fabrics, but it was the robe I pulled my arms through then, tying the sash under my breasts.
It made a pretty bow atop the deep-blue velvet draping my new form.
I used the toilet, let the cleaning disk refresh my mouth, brushed my hair. Did all the things I imagined a lazy civilian might enjoy during a morning routine.
Knowing he would be intensely pleased seeing me this way—in the clothes of his choosing, my hair down—I wondered if that was why I pinched my sallow cheeks for a little color.
To be enjoyed, to be appreciated… even if it was by him.
Fully female, draped in soft, stretchy velvet, obviously a sexual being. No longer trapped in an ugly, ill-fitting uniform. No austere knot of hair at my nape.
The only kind of knot I would be forced to know from that point forward was the kind that came with exquisite pleasure and a full belly.
Three days and a broken heart—that was all it took for me to acknowledge that mating insanity had done its work.
Heaven help females everywhere.
There was really no outwitting what the men could do to us. I was already imagining what I hoped Cyderial might do to me later… because he was more creative than the basic techniques I found in his book.
But first, food.
Padding toward the sounds of cooking, I found him smiling as if he knew I would come right to him. Shirtless, wearing a pair of loose gray pants made of silky material, the outline of his massive cock was very obvious.
As I was staring, it began to pulsate a tempting hello.
If I was not corked full of wax and fluttering around the invasion, I would have salivated for it right then and there.
How much I changed in so little time.
“Good morning,” he said, pleasure thick in his voice.
I was right. Cyderial was very pleased to see me exactly as I had chosen to come. Bloated with his cum, pretty in his clothes, hair loose for his eyes only.
Purring, he gave me a stare that promised great reward, if only I would agree. “I would love to introduce you to my friends this evening.” His voice was full of trouble, my huge belly what he was clearly referring to. “How would you like to go out later, to a hybrid corner of the city?”
None of my trips into the city ended well, the idea of sheltering in the pretty house tempting the more cowardly parts of me. But that was not the only reason for my hesitation. He was looking pointedly at my belly for a reason.
Hand atop the protrusion, I cocked a brow. “You want me to go out like this? No! If I pop in front of someone other than you, I think I would die of embarrassment.” Lumbering atop a stool so I could watch him prepare my breakfast, I felt my face go red. “Doing that in front of just you is mortifying.”
Cocky, he leaned over the counter to press a kiss to my lips. “Before you know it, you’ll beg me to watch. There are things I can do to you only during those lovely occasions that will make you fall in love with me.”
Doubtful, but I also never would’ve thought I would exchange “normal” banter with this man, let alone beg him for sexual gratification when I was blue.
But I was not ready to consider that someday I might feel anything other than the cautious regard and real appreciation I had in that moment. “Wait. I have a question.”