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)
“Did you resist?”
Short, nervous nods were all I could offer.
I swallowed, took a deep breath, and started again. “Once you have been opened, the rest is inevitable. The male will not stop. If they must force you, they will. Even without permission, you will feel a climax of pleasure as he does his work. Once you do, your body will entice the base of his organ to expand into a swollen knot that prevents its removal. Your pelvis will be locked to Thayer as he ejaculates fluid into these awakened pockets of your reproductive system. Your stomach will swell far more than you would think possible while he works to fertilize every egg you were born with.
“Before he removes his organ from your body, the man can choose to leave a waxy plug within you, so you will stay inflated with his liquids. Your body will absorb much of the addictive fluid. You will forget thirst.”
Narrowing her eyes at my flat stomach, Maeve demanded, “Why are you not this way now?”
“It is forbidden on academy grounds, but Cyderial will do this to me once my duties are over. Because, if he doesn’t, I will get sick.”
Nodding, she pieced it together. “The addiction.”
“Yes. As I said, they call it heat. Heat is exactly what it feels like—fever and aches that grow until you are no longer able to resist your mate’s advances. You can submit to male attention willingly, or your body works against your will until you beg for relief.” At least, that is what I had been told. I had no intention of ever purposefully suffering to that point.
Her cheeks grew red, and she looked on the verge of angry tears. “This is nightmarish.”
I could not lie to her, only nod in agreement. “For some of the women I have spoken to, yes. But you are in an ideal situation, Maeve. You know what is going to take place. There won’t be unwitting terror when you suddenly feel pain and think you are dying. The pain of opening will not kill you, nor will it last long if he is careful. You will know why he takes your clothing away; you will expect the large organ between his legs and how he might use it. Imagine going through that with no clue what was happening. The terror I felt could’ve been avoided. The suffering so many of us have been through, unnecessary. I’m not saying you won’t be scared, but you will be empowered. You’ll be able to ask him questions. But you will not be able to resist.”
Muttering to herself, she hung her head in her hands. “I don’t want any of this. I don’t want a mate or children.”
“No one can make you have children.” My body was beginning to ache from the anxiety of the moment, and I hated how much I suddenly craved Cyderial’s presence. “I am the one who will be forced to reproduce. The males demand it. Even the mated hybrid women asked me to do this for them.”
That got her attention, her blonde head coming up so she might peek over her hands. “For them?”
“From what I understand, females have refused to bear daughters. They hate the current system as much as we do but have not been able to affect change. I’m mated to Cyderial and have his support; this opportunity is unparalleled. He’s setting an example they can strive for.” I began to list why his behavior was so outside the norm, counting off each feat on my fingers. “He ignored the impulse of my song for ten years. He lets me outside of his home. I behave well in public to show the males what can be achieved with a lighter touch.”
When I hesitated, Maeve asked, “And?”
“The fact that I have highly desired genetics means three unmated generals believe my daughters will finally give them a song. That would give us five powerful males in total to rally for our cause. Five! Because the rest of the male population does not care—even if the women have refused to give them children—because they can make them do anything else.”
Maeve understood, grasped it all far more quickly than I had. “We live a long, undetermined amount of time. Perhaps males believe they can wait us out.” Her disgust was clear. “That is vile.”
Maeve was so right, but I had more to explain. “The academy is our prison, you see. Where they put us to keep us safe from their urges until we are of age. In order to get these men to consider allowing me to educate unmated females about sex and the bond, you must successfully submit and show them that with knowledge, you can be the epitome of a perfect mate. And I? I have to give them a daughter to fight over. That is the price for female education.”