Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“That’s right—suck them out,” she murmured. “Get the Sweet Drops. You deserve them.”
Andi could be silent no longer.
“Excuse me,” she said uncertainly. “But…what are you doing?”
“Why—giving Hartford my Sweet Drops, of course,” Flow-da said, as though it ought to be obvious.
“I really don’t understand—I haven’t even been here a whole day yet,” Andi told her. “What are Sweet Drops?”
“They’re how you control your Manimal if you don’t want to use a collar,” Flow-da explained. “Every sexually mature woman has them, you know. The Scent turned all the men into Manimals, but it also caused the women to produce tiny droplets of nectar which helps to calm them down when they get too, uh, excited—you know?”
“So…are my breasts producing them too?” Andi looked down at her full breasts which were covered by the thin fabric of her red dress. She didn’t see any spots of moisture on the dress that might indicate she was producing any kind of nectar.
“They should be, since you’ve been breathing in The Scent ever since you got here,” Flow-da said. “It’s not a huge amount of liquid, you know—not like when your breasts fill with milk after you’ve had a baby or anything. And usually your Manimal has to suck hard to get them out—but they do love to suck, don’t they, Hartford?” she added, with a little moan of pleasure as her Manimal switched to her other nipple.
“And…letting your, uh, Manimal suck your Sweet Drops keeps them from getting too…too frisky?” Andi asked. She was trying not to watch the embarrassingly erotic sight, but her eyes kept returning just the same.
“It calms them down and keeps them happy, yes.” Flow-da nodded. “I think that’s enough for now, Hartford,” she added, tapping her Manimal on the head. He didn’t seem to want to stop sucking but she tapped him again more forcefully and he at last let her bright pink nipple slide from between his lips and sat back on his haunches. “Very good.” Flow-da nodded approvingly as she re-belted her robe.
“Well what if…what if you don’t give your Manimal your Sweet Drops?” Andi asked. She noticed that Cade had been watching the whole performance of Hartford sucking his Mistress’s breasts with great interest. And now the huge Hybrid was looking at her with something like expectation mixed with lust in his golden eyes.
“Oh, I don’t recommend depriving your Manimal of your Sweet Drops at all—not unless you’d rather use a control collar,” Flow-da said, frowning. “You see, the Scent has kind of a cumulative effect—it builds up inside a Manimal until he gets so aroused he can’t help himself. Why, poor Hartford actually gets so excited sometimes he tries to mount me!”
She giggled and blushed bright green, as though this was a naughty secret she was telling Andi.
“He, uh, he does?” Andi asked uncertainly.
“Yes! And once or twice, he’s even managed it—and even gotten his knot in me. Can you imagine?” Flow-da giggled again. “I’m lucky I didn’t get a big belly from the way he bred me so hard and long! And all because I denied him my Sweet Drops.”
“Why…” Andi cleared her throat. “Why did you deny him?”
“Oh, I was trying to punish him—this was back when I first got him, you know,” Flow-da said. “I was still trying to train him. He had knocked over several of my ceremonial vases and broken them and I was very cross with him! So I refused to give him my Sweet Drops for a whole day. And then that night was when he got, well…a bit out of control, if you know what I mean.” She giggled some more, her cheeks going bright green again. “I was bent over, you know, making the bed and trying to get the covers just right and Hartford got right up behind me.”
“He did?” Andi asked uncertainly.
“Oh, yes! Well, I thought he was just going to dry-hump me—you know, rubbing his shaft against my panties until he shoots his cream? I let him do that sometimes, you know—Manimals have needs. The same way they need to lick your kitty sometimes.”
“Your what?” Andi shook her head.
“You know—down there.” Flow-da pointed to her crotch. “We call it a kitty or a cunny. What do your people call it?”
“A, uh, pussy I guess.” Andi cleared her throat. “Or a vagina. But…you let Hartford lick you there?”
“Well, sometimes—but don’t tell Goodie Tight-azz on me! She really doesn’t approve of that! But even more than your Sweet Drops, your Manimal loves your honey,” Flow-da explained. “So once in a while I let Hartford lick me there—the same way I let him dry hump me, like I said. As long as I keep my panties on, it’s usually not a problem. Only the night I was telling you about—when I was bent over the bed—I’d forgotten to wear any.”