Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Quite happy…I know it is not what you would choose but I like it here and the Spidae are very kind to me.”
“Oh yeah, because I see them and think, ‘Now those are three very kind bros,’” Faith scoffs.
Eyeing my needlework, I pick up a new color of silk thread and thread the needle. “You may not believe me, but they are. Perhaps they are not caring to everyone, but they are generous with me.” I pause, my face growing hot because I think of yesterday and how I rode Zaroun’s face while I suckled on Neska. “Very generous.”
“Mmm.”
I clear my throat. “And you? How fares Aron? How fares your bond?”
Faith launches into a long story, telling me about everything that’s happened since they left the tower (and me) behind. Aron has returned to his home plane, and brought Faith with him to the Plane of Storms. I did not realize such a thing was possible, but it makes sense. I saw how he watched Faith. He would never leave her behind.
It was one reason why I knew I needed to find a new place, a new master to serve. No one wants the old bed slave loitering when they are with the woman they love. Faith is kind and open-minded about such things, but I felt uncomfortable. No one wants to overstay their welcome with a moody god, and Aron was far more volatile than the three Spidae.
Thinking about my new masters makes me smile. I listen to Faith’s story as she speaks, but part of my focus is on my masters. Neska’s mirror allows me to speak to Faith as well as granting me the ability to watch whatever and whomever I should choose. I like that freedom, but I haven’t had much of a chance to utilize it just yet. I’ve been more or less with one of the Spidae at all times recently, and I fully expect to see at least one of them the moment our conversation is done. They’re going to want attention, I suspect, which will mean I’ll probably end up on my back with someone’s head between my thighs…
…or straddling another face. The thought makes my pussy clench with arousal. You would think with all of the attention I’ve been getting, it would make me want a reprieve, but it’s just making me crave their touches even more. My fingers tremble, making it difficult to thread the needle. I can’t stop thinking about last night with Neska and Zaroun. How even though there were two of them, it still felt as if it was all about me and my pleasure. After my bath, I’d been alone with my thoughts, and I haven’t seen any of them today.
Things keep progressing with us. The next time I see one of them, am I going to pounce and demand that we fuck again, but this time I need to come too? Who will approach me first, I wonder. I haven’t seen Ossev since early yesterday, and I fret that he’s perhaps jealous that he wasn’t included. Neska is usually the jealous one and Ossev far more mild and easy-going, but how will he handle both of the other Aspects getting in bed with me at the same time and not him?
“And so I said to Aron, you know what the Plane of Storms needs? Ducks. Lots of ducks.”
“Mmm.” I push the needle into the fabric in my hands, trying not to worry. This particular sash I’m embroidering is for Neska. I’ve made one for Zaroun—a night sky full of stars on a deep blue sash. Neska’s will be the brightest part of day, with a bold sun against a vivid blue sky. I haven’t yet decided what Ossev’s will be, though.
“And at least one Canada goose, just to mess with everyone else. Though I don’t know if you call them Canada geese here, seeing as you don’t have Canada. But if you want a duck that will fuck your shit up, that’s the one. Am I right?”
“Absolutely,” I murmur. Purples and pale orange for Ossev, I think. That would be lovely. All the colors of dawn against a beige sash. I like that idea.
“Yulenna! You aren’t even listening to me!”
I look up from my project, startled at the indignant sound of my name. “W-what?”
Faith shakes her head at me, but there’s a smile on her face. “You’re off in la-la land daydreaming. I just told you Aron needed ducks.”
“What are ducks?” I ask, baffled, and put my sewing aside.
“Exactly!”
“I apologize. You’re right that I’m distracted. I’m just thinking about…things.” And I smile.
Faith puts a hand up to the mirror. “I’m going to stop you right there, because the last thing I want are sexy details about the spider guys. If you’d rather, we can talk tomorrow instead.” She eyes her mirror, lowering her hand. “We can talk every day on this thing, right?”