Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Stop it, Breenah—what’s wrong with you? a scolding little voice in her head demanded. You shouldn’t be thinking of such things—you know you shouldn’t.
But somehow the image wouldn’t leave her head and it seemed to be affecting her, not only mentally but physically too. Her nipples felt suddenly tighter and even more sensitive and the slit between her legs was getting wet and hot—like it did sometimes at night when she touched herself after all the other girls in the dormitory had gone to sleep.
She didn’t get very far with the touching—she was afraid someone might wake up or one of the Superiors might come into the dormitory and catch her. But there was a tight little spot at the top of her slit—a kind of button—she liked to rub when she dared. Listening to the giant talk gave her almost the same feeling she got when she rubbed and touched that little button. Which didn’t seem to make any sense, though she couldn’t deny it was true.
“I suppose the males of your planet also forced the females to spread their legs so they could taste them,” the giant went on, when Breenah didn’t answer his invitation.
“Taste them?” She looked up at him uncertainly.
“Sure, sweetheart. When a male spreads open a female’s pussy lips so he can lap and suck her clit and tease it with his tongue,” the giant growled. Seeing her look of incomprehension he added, “You know—that sweet little button you have near the top of your pussy slit?”
Breenah nearly jumped in surprise. Had he been reading her mind? But no—she’d never heard that males had those kinds of powers. It must be a coincidence.
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” she said rather breathlessly. “And anyway, why would a male want to do something like that?”
“Why would a male want to taste his female?” His pale eyes almost seemed to glow. “To make her hot—to give her pleasure. To taste her pussy honey, right from the source.”
“Her…honey?” Breenah pressed her thighs together guiltily. She could feel how wet she was getting between her legs—was that what the giant was talking about?
“The natural lubrication a female’s body makes when she’s getting ready for pleasure or for penetration,” he clarified. “Looks to me like you’re making some now, sweetheart.” He nodded at the mound of her sex and Breenah looked down instinctively.
To her embarrassment, she saw that the tiny silver undercoverings she wore had been pulled even lower than usual—probably by the way she had been strutting back and forth in front of him. Nearly half her slit was visible and the outer lips of her sex looked puffy and swollen. They almost seemed to be parting of their own accord to show the dark, slippery inside of her sex, which was indeed shiny with her juices—what the giant called “pussy honey.” She could even see her button—what the giant had called a “clit”—it also looked swollen and needy. Almost as though it was begging for someone to touch it…or taste it.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, and attempted to pull up the stretchy, silver material of her uniform bottoms. But no matter how hard she tugged, they refused to completely cover her mound—and the moment she let go, the top of her slit was visible again.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” the giant rumbled. “You have a beautiful pussy—as dark and ripe as a sweetberry.”
“My…my ‘pussy’ is no business of yours, giant,” Breenah snapped, glaring up at him as she gave up on trying to completely cover herself. “And I told you not to look at me!”
“I’m trying not to, but it’s not every day I have a gorgeous, curvy, half-naked female parading around in front of me,” he growled. “And my name’s not ‘giant.’ I’m Ne’rax—but you can call me Rax for short,” he added.
“Rax?” Breenah tasted the name on her tongue. It was short and hard and somehow masculine-sounding, she decided.
“Yeah, Rax,” he repeated. “And you’re Breenah—right?”
“How do you know my name?” she demanded. Maybe he did have mind-reading powers, after all! But the giant’s answer was prosaic.
“Heard the other female call you by it,” he said, shrugging. “You probably thought you were talking low enough that I couldn’t hear, but we Kindred have sharp hearing.”
“Oh, well…” Breenah nodded reluctantly. “Yes, I am Breenah of the Seventeenth Compound of Griesha Prime,” she said, deciding she might as well formally introduce herself. “And where are you from—since you claim not to be a spy?” she added.
“I’m from the Kindred Mother Ship,” Rax rumbled. “That’s my home base, anyway, but I’m away a lot. I’m a scout—I seek out new trade partners for my people.”
“Trade partners?” Breenah frowned suspiciously. “What do you trade?”
“Well, goods…services…supplies.” He shrugged. “But what I’m mainly always looking for are new people who are willing to make a genetic trade with us. See, the Kindred are 95% male, which means we need to find females from other species to mate with.”