Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
I didn’t know how much longer I could take it, but Vik’tor kept his fangs in my flesh, injecting me with his pleasure venom as he drank from me. With Naggians, they don’t just poke a hole in you and then suck the blood out. Instead, their fangs have small grooves in the sides which allow them to suck the blood up as they keep their teeth firmly planted. So as long as he was drinking from me, he was also injecting me—at least, I guessed that must be what was happening.
Oh my God, I thought, feeling dizzy with the pleasure that kept building and building. I think I’m going to come! Is this what it feels like? Getting ready to come—to orgasm? Is this really what it’s like?
I had no idea because I had no frame of reference. I had never had an orgasm before. In fact, I had never had any sexual pleasure at all before. Not for lack of trying, mind you—I had spent many years of frustration trying to get all those good feelings I read about in books and heard about from my girlfriends before finally giving up. And now here I was, about to come just from being bitten by a guy I had only met that morning!
At that moment, the cup overflowed, so to speak. The pleasure peaked in an intense blast that rushed through me like a tidal wave. All this time I’d been biting my lip, trying hard not to show what I was feeling. But at that moment my whole body seemed to go into spasm. I started to writhe and moan uncontrollably.
“Oh God…oh, sweet baby Jesus!” I gasped as my toes curled and my back arched. “Oh please don’t stop—don’t stop!”
Vik’tor’s glowing blue eyes got wide but to his credit, he didn’t stop. He kept his fangs firmly planted in my arm—which couldn’t have been easy, seeing as how I was writhing all over the place as the pleasure took me for a ride I couldn’t seem to control.
And then—just as before—I suddenly had a weird kind of vision.
I saw myself in a dark tunnel—like one of the ones that ran beneath the city and connected the different buildings. But this one was bigger—much bigger—the way a superhighway is bigger than a residential street. Tunnel crawlers were racing past on the walls and the ceiling at supersonic speeds, blowing my hair all around my head and kicking up choking clouds of dust.
Up ahead, I saw a green light glowing at a junction where a much smaller tunnel branched off from the main one. And then, suddenly, that same voice spoke in my head.
“Things which may be. Do not go to the light,” it warned me. “There is no safety for you there.”
“No safety,” I muttered to myself. “Don’t go…don’t go to the light…”
And then the vision…and the pleasure…ended because Vik’tor had at last withdrawn his fangs from my arm and was looking at me anxiously.
“Little girl?” he asked. “You okay? What was that about a light?”
“I…I don’t know,” I whispered shakily. The vision was odd but the fading pleasure concerned me more. “I think…I think you just gave me my first orgasm,” I blurted.
ELEVEN
VIK’TOR
“What?” I stared at her, frowning. She’d had the most extreme reaction to pleasure venom I had ever seen, and it had worried me a little.
The venom is only supposed to numb the skin a little and give a mildly pleasant sensation to counteract the pain of being bitten. Only male Naggians have it—female’s fangs are generally much smaller and are only good for piercing and sucking—they lack the venom sacs in the center of each fang that produce the numbing chemical.
I always used my pleasure venom when I bit a Blood Bride, unless I was asked not to. I didn’t enjoy inflicting physical pain on top of the emotional agony most Naggian women experienced knowing they were letting a hsh’frux half-breed drink from them. But none of them had ever had the kind of reaction Natalie had when I bit her—I wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she was a Pure One from Earth.
I would have stopped sooner, but she had begged me not to. At last, though, I began to get worried about how much blood I was taking. I didn’t need her fucking fainting on me from blood loss. And then she started saying something about a light—she wasn’t making sense and I was worried she was getting light headed. So, reluctantly, I had withdrawn my fangs.
And that was when point blank she told me my bite had given her an orgasm.
She was still collapsed in the chair, panting and looking at me with wide, surprised eyes.
“What?” I asked her again. “Are you sure?”
“I came,” she whispered. “At least…I think I did. I never have before—not for lack of trying.” She laughed weakly. “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this but it felt so good! And I’ve been trying for so long and nothing and then you come along and…”