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)
“Thrax, talk to me,” she said as she slowly inserted a single finger into her partner’s tight opening. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Feels like…you’re owning me, Mistress. Making me yours.” Was his deep, rumbling his voice slightly higher? Andi thought he sounded younger somehow, though in fact he was several years older than she was.
Was he all right? She didn’t think she was hurting him—at least, he didn’t act like she was. Slowly, she added another finger, glad that the lube she was using seemed to be extra slick.
“Is that a good thing?” she asked, scissoring gently to try and open him up. “Me owning you, I mean?”
“Of course it is, Mistress.” He looked at her with those drugged eyes and nodded slowly. “It’s right that I should belong to you. I’m your property—yours to do whatever you want with.”
“Well, right now I want to put this tail in you,” Andi told him. “Er, do you feel ready for it?”
“I’m ready for whatever my Mistress wants to do to me,” Thrax murmured. He was still talking in that younger voice. Andi wished she could stop this and find out what was going on with her partner, but Queen Pantyitch was watching impatiently and tapping her foot again. So she continued.
“All right. Let me get some more lube to be sure it doesn’t hurt…” She picked up the tail with its long black tassels and squirted some more of the pink gel over the black shaft. Then she placed the rounded end at the entrance of Thrax’s rosebud and slowly began to push.
Thrax stiffened for a moment and Andi was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to do this.
“It’s all right, Thrax,” she murmured soothingly, rubbing his back with her other hand. “It’s just me, putting in the tail. Just try and relax and let it in—okay?”
Her voice seemed to calm the big Hybrid down because he nodded and some of his muscles seemed to loosen up.
“Yes, Mistress. Put it in me,” he murmured. “Make me yours.”
“Good, that’s good. I will,” Andi told him.
She pressed a little harder and was relieved to feel the tail slip into him without any further resistance. That was, until she got to the bump at the end.
“All right, Thrax, you’re doing great,” she told him. “But the tail gets a little thicker here—I think that’s to help hold it inside you. Can you try to be open enough to let me push it all the way in?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Yes, Mistress, I can take it. Give it to me,” he murmured.
“Thank you.” Andi gave the tail a final push and the end of it finally slid home. Thrax gave a low groan that sounded like, “Fuuuuck!” but didn’t try to jerk away. In fact, he just stood there, as though waiting for her to release him somehow.
“Are you finished at last?” Queen Pantyitch demanded. “We really must be going. Turg, give her a cleaning cloth to wipe her fingers with,” she added.
The little male-wife handed Andi a damp cloth that smelled faintly of cleaning solution and waited until she wiped her fingers thoroughly. He then hurried to put away the box the tail and lube had been in. But just as he finished, there was a crackling sound and a voice could be heard speaking over some kind of com-link system.
“Message for Queen Pantyitch,” it said. “Your business partner has called to say that she’s running late. She conveys that you should start the tour of the facility without her and she’ll be here as soon as possible.”
Queen Pantyitch made a face.
“How annoying! She’s always running late!” she exclaimed. “Well, come on then—let’s start the tour.”
Andi was ready to go, but Thrax seemed frozen. He hadn’t moved a bit and still had one knee on the seat of the chair, she noticed.
“Thrax? Hey, Thrax?” she asked, reaching up to put a hand on her partner’s broad shoulder. She shook him gently. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
“Huh?” He blinked and it was almost like he was waking up from some kind of trance, Andi thought. “What?” he asked, looking confused.
“We’re about to go on the tour of the milking farm,” Andi told him, giving him a significant look. “Come on—let’s go see everything.”
“Oh, uh, right. Sorry.” He straightened up and winced, looking over his shoulder almost as though the tail he was wearing had surprised him. “What the fuck? What did you shove up my ass?” he demanded hoarsely.
“Language!” Queen Pantyitch sounded shocked. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Andi. “Do you really let him speak in that way around you?”
“Sorry,” Andi said quickly. “Thrax, please watch your language. I’m sure you’ll, uh, get used to the tail soon. ”
“Right.” He nodded shortly and took an experimental step.
Andi couldn’t help noticing that though he was complaining about the tail inside him, his long, thick shaft was rock-hard and leaking precum from its flaring crown. She wasn’t sure how he felt about the extra stimulation mentally and emotionally but physically it definitely seemed to turn him on.