Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I dart forward to pick up his leggings and hand them to him like a house-slave because I’m far too affected by the sight than I want to be.
“Ready to try?” he rumbles.
Try…? All I can think of is his cock. Am I ready to try sex? Ready to try him. Ready to ride that huge, thick member.
But then I realize... he must mean the washtube.
“Oh! Um, yes.” I bob my head. “Yes, I’ll try now. Thank you.” I sound breathless.
He steps into his leggings and picks up his tunic but doesn’t put it on. He also doesn’t leave.
“I, um, don’t need help,” I say in a rush. “I think I understand now.”
He inclines his head and walks out of the washroom, closing the door behind him. I feel the loss of him everywhere. I even step toward the door as if to follow—to call back to him and say, actually, could he show me the washtube again? Or maybe, step into it with me and wash me with those huge purple hands of his?
I shake my head to clear the thoughts and strip out of my clothing. In the washtube, I press the button as he indicated. Water rushes in from all sides—so must faster than I expected. I bite back a shriek of surprise. The water is warm, extremely pleasant, just vigorous. It massages my body in a dozen places with the hard streams. The washtube fills rapidly. In a moment it’s up to my waist. Then my shoulders. Will it stop?
I tip my head up toward the ceiling, suddenly terrified of drowning. I draw a deep breath before it covers my head! I open my eyes and the soap stings them. I squeeze them shut again. Just as my panic begins to surge, the water level drops away, draining as rapidly as it rose.
The citrusy smell fills my nostrils, making me think of Khrys, even though it will be me, now, who smells this way, too. Thinner streams of water spray my body, rinsing the soap from it, and then the warm air blows fast and hard, drying every drop.
The door automatically opens, and I find myself reluctant to step out. Sorry it’s over. Now that I know how it works, I want to do it again. I’ve had very few moments in my life where my body experienced pleasure. One of them was last night when Khrys brought me to orgasm.
This morning, waking in his arms.
Now this.
All the experiences were new and therefore somewhat stressful, so I only half-enjoyed them.
This one I can simply repeat with the press of a button. But would it be wasteful? Would Khrys reprimand me?
The thought of his reprimand makes my inner thighs squeeze together. Maybe I want a repeat of that experience as well.
I push the button again, an unfamiliar smile curving my lips as the cycle begins again.
Khrys
Aw, veck. I lean my forehead against the door to the washroom and squeeze my throbbing member.
The way the little warrior looked at me after I stepped out of the shower still has me hard. She eyed my cock like she wanted to know how it tasted. What it felt like to ride it fast and hard. Her fear of the washtube had dropped away and desire simmered there beneath it.
I’d scented her arousal. I know the intoxicating smell now, after last night. Like warm honey cakes and Zandian starshine.
When I hear her restart the washtube, I groan. The thought of her in there, naked.
Oh stars, she’s so beautiful!
I want her. Badly.
But she’s not mine. Her purpose on Zandia is far higher than mating and breeding. She could be the answer to the Z4-A epidemic affecting the youngest generation. She is way too important. And considering how low I’ve fallen with King Zander, I can’t imagine he would grant any petition I made to mate her.
Still, I must win her trust. Bond her to me for the time being in order to bring her in willingly. Her existence up until now has been horrible. I know with certainty Zandia will be far more pleasant, but she doesn’t know that yet.
Hopefully my giving her control of her medicine and going to retrieve the flowers necessary to make more will be enough to secure her confidence in me and my species.
I squeeze my cock again, through my leggings. Down, boy. Claiming her would be wrong. I don’t want to lead her to believe I can mate her when there’s a possibility I will end up in the dungeons for this stunt.
Of course, I’m hoping that won’t be the case. I’m hoping this restores my honor, but it could go the other way.
I force myself away from the washroom door and back to the controls. It must be nearly time to land the ship.
Kailani
After my shower, I find a comb in the washroom and brush my hair. I look in the glass, feeling, for the first time in my life, beautiful. Whether it’s from pampering my body in the washtube or the way the Zandian looks at me, I can’t be sure. All I know is the feeling isn’t unpleasant.