Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Oh…Madre de Dios!” Celia moaned as quietly as she could. As Fierce continued to finger-fuck her pussy while rubbing her aching clit with his broad thumb, she was torn between exasperation and lust. She knew it was just the Mother Tree’s sexual energy flowing through all of them that made the Dark Twin so single-minded about touching and tasting her, but they needed to get going!
“Fierce!” she hissed, tapping him on the head and trying unsuccessfully to push his hand away. “Fierce, come on—stop now!”
At last the Dark Twin reluctantly released her nipple, though he kept his fingers deep in her pussy.
“What?” he grunted, when she gave him an exasperated look. “Not like we could go right away—we have to wait for her to go back to sleep!”
“We can’t wait too long or it will be too late!” Celia whispered.
“We don’t have hooves—we ought to be able to sneak out quietly,” Hold pointed out.
“Yeah, all right,” Fierce growled. “Let’s go, then.”
“Not until you take your fingers out of my pussy,” Celia nodding pointedly down to where the Dark Twin was still touching her intimately. “We don’t have time for this right now!”
“All right—sorry.” Again reluctantly, Fierce withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. “Mmm—love your pussy honey, lelka,” he growled softly.
“Shhh!” she shushed him. “Come on!”
They were sleeping naked but Celia took a moment to throw on her red silk dress and the guys grabbed their loincloths, tying them on as they slipped out of bed.
Celia was afraid that the wooden floor might creak under their weight. But since it was carved out of the living Mother Tree and was all one piece instead of being boards like a hardwood floor, it was perfectly silent. They finally managed to get out of the dormitory at least fifteen or twenty minutes after she had first woken in a cold sweat.
“Come on!” she whispered to Hold and Fierce. “They’ve got a big head start on us—we have to get going!”
They snuck along First Branch, keeping to the shadows of the enormous leaves though luckily, they didn’t see anyone. But when they finally came to the area where the sky-lifters were always “parked” there was a new problem.
“Where are the elevator thingies?” Celia asked, looking around anxiously. “They’re usually all here—where are they?”
“They’ve all been drawn up,” Hold reported, after searching up and down the branch. “It must be some kind of precaution they use when they feed the Mother Tree—so no one else can come up to Fifth Branch and see what’s happening.”
“Wait—I found one. Down here!” Fierce called.
They hurried down the branch to find him standing by a single sky-lifter hidden under one of the enormous leaves.
“They must have forgotten this one—come on!” Fierce beckoned for them.
The three of them climbed onto the narrow wooden plank and the guys started hauling them upwards as quickly as possible.
“Hurry, hurry!” Celia urged them. “I’m afraid we’ll be too late!”
She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach as they finally stepped off onto Fifth Branch. There was no one in sight, but they kept to the shadows of the leaves anyway, as they made their way quietly around the enormous trunk.
Just as they were nearing the area of the huge sacrificial room, they heard talking. Fierce held up a hand and they all froze listening to the voices just around the curve of the trunk.
“How many are getting fed to the Mother Tree tonight?” a deep male voice asked.
“Four, so I’ve heard. She’s getting hungrier,” another male voice answered. “How many have to die so we can keep living here—fucking and feeding from the Mother pots? I mean, sure it’s nice to be horny all the time and never have to work for your food but don’t you ever feel guilty?”
“Ah, you’re just sour since you stopped taking La’ver’na’s pleasure drops,” the first voice said. “If she finds out, she’ll have you fed to the Mother Tree, you know. She can’t stand to have any male near her that’s not under her control.”
“You’re lucky the Mistress of Silks doesn’t make hardly any drops,” the second voice said. “You lot at least get to stay in your right minds most of the time. I have to pretend with La’ver’na that I’m sucking her nipples as hard as I can. And then spit out the drops when she’s not looking.”
“Well, this is the last time we’ll have to deal with either of them,” the first voice said. “Didn’t you say that Kindred long range shuttle was ready to fly?”
“Yeah—I had the boys work like demons on it all day and into the night—nothing wrong with it now but the long range communications system,” the second voice said. “As soon as this is over and the females have gone to sleep, you and I are out of here! We’ll go back to JoCosta Prime where we belong and never set foot on this benighted planet ever again!”