Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Sorry—we were getting dressed,” she said briefly. So far the milking farm only seemed to be luxurious rooms like their bedroom and the lounge—where was the “industrial equipment” she’d had to change for? And how did having your breasts out help keep you safe in a work zone, she wondered dryly?
“Yes, I see—those outfits look good on you. I was right about your sizes.” Queen Pantyitch nodded in apparent satisfaction. “Do have some tea and a light snack before we get started,” she added, seemingly apropos of nothing.
In front of the fireplace there were two low, broad chairs upholstered in dark green leather. They were placed across from each other with a small table in the middle. Sitting on it was a plate of pastries and a glass pot with an elaborately curled spout which was emitting fragrant steam.
Andi’s stomach growled at the sight of food that didn’t look likely to walk off the plate—she was really hungry by now since she hadn’t had anything but one bite of kroc-o-wow snout meat at the feast. But she didn’t feel like she should eat if Thrax couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t have any unless my male-wife can as well,” she said firmly. “I never got a chance to feed him after the feast and he’s a big guy—he needs fuel to keep going.”
“But of course.” Queen Pantyitch nodded graciously, surprising Andi. “He may have as much as he likes. Do sit down so the two of you can eat and drink more comfortably.”
Thrax sat on one of the low green chairs and Andi perched cautiously on his knee. She was very aware that his cock was out on display and she didn’t want to sit directly on it—that would make things extremely awkward.
Queen Pantyitch settled on Turg’s lap in the other chair—Andi noticed he was sitting extremely upright, presumably because of the “tail” he was wearing—and poured them both a cup of the fragrant smelling tea.
“There you are—drink up,” she said, handing a cup to Andi. “That’s for your male-wife and this is for you.” And she handed Andi a second cup.
Andi took one steaming cup and handed the other to Thrax.
“Do take a pastry too,” Queen Pantyitch urged her. “As many as you both like. They’re my own private recipe,” she added.
Andi took a sip of her tea and found that it was sweet and slightly floral. Then she reached for one of the pastries which seemed to be made of many laminated layers wrapped in on themselves until they formed a long, flaky log about twice as big as her middle finger.
She took a careful nibble and was glad to see that the pastry didn’t appear to have any creatures living inside it. It was sweet and delicate and crunchy and delicious. The filling was slightly meaty but it didn’t put her off—rather, it reminded her of the Cuban meat pies she’d had on a trip to Tampa once.
Andy polished her first pastry off in no time and passed several of them to Thrax, knowing that the big Hybrid could probably inhale them in a single bite. For a time, they ate in silence since Queen Pantyitch seemed content to just sit and watch them.
Andi didn’t even care about making polite conversation. It was a relief to get some food into her system—she’d been really hungry, she realized. Not that the delicate little pastries were very filling, but the sugar in them gave her a much needed boost of energy and she felt much better after eating several and drinking a cup of the sweet tea.
“These are delicious,” she said to Queen Pantyitch at last. “Thank you for letting my male-wife have some too.”
“Well, we have to tend to our male-wives, don’t we? After all, once we marry them, they’re our responsibility whether we like it or not,” the other woman said.
“I feel like we’re eating all of these, though,” Andi said, nodding at the diminished pile of flaky pastry logs. “Don’t you or Turg want some?”
“Thank you, but I’m watching both our figures—we’re not eating sweets at the moment,” Queen Pantyitch told her. “Please, have as many as you like. More tea?” And she poured Andi another cup.
“Thank you.” Andi accepted and then got another cup for Thrax as well. She was feeling both more relaxed and more energized now. It seemed to her that everything was going to work out just fine, one way or another.
“Now, then,” Queen Pantyitch said, when Andi and Thrax had polished off the entire plate of pastries and drunk all of the tea. “I do believe it’s time to get your male-wife ready. My partner will be here soon and I need him to be properly attired and tailed in order for her to make her assessment on whether we want to milk him for his seed or not.”