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)
“But you did wash me in the shower,” Celia pointed out. “I mean, back at the Mother Tree.” Which seemed a million years ago now.
“It’s not the same as bathing you in the bathing pool,” Hold said. “And don’t worry—I’m turning the temperature on the water down so it will be safe for the baby,” he added.
Celia smiled. She knew that the Light Twin, being a doctor, was going to be extra careful of her unborn daughter.
“Thank you, Hold,” she said. “If you two will just give me a minute…”
“Of course. Sorry, lelka,” Fierce said.
The two of them left, shutting the door behind them, and Celia was finally able to pull off the huge, frothy wedding gown.
“Ugh—I never liked that thing!” she muttered, kicking it into a corner and breathing a sigh of relief.
She had on a lacy white bra and panty set under it that she also wanted to remove. She kicked the panties off first, but when she unclasped the bra, something that had been stuck down the front of it, between her breasts, fell out.
Celia bent down to retrieve it and smiled. It was the tiny vial of Bonding Fruit concentrate that Kat had given her. For some reason, even when things seemed hopeless, she had held onto it. And since she’d had no place to put it earlier—the wedding dress having no pockets of course—she’d shoved it down the front of her bra.
I guess I was hoping the guys would come for me all along, she thought, examining the tiny glass vial. It was warm from being close to her skin and the liquid inside was a light, peachy color. Suddenly, Celia wanted to taste it.
Unsealing the vial with her fingernail, she popped it open and inhaled the delicious fragrance that drifted out.
“Mmm…Dios, that smells good!” she murmured to herself. “Like peaches and strawberries and mangos and something else…what is it?”
Putting the vial to her mouth, she took a tiny sip. The Bonding Fruit juice tasted even better than it smelled! The note she hadn’t been able to identify turned out to be buttered popcorn which, oddly, worked extremely well with the sweet, fruity flavors.
Celia had only meant to take a tiny taste, but before she knew it, she was tilting the vial to get more and then more. A moment later she pulled it away from her lips and saw that it was completely empty—somehow she had taken the whole vial.
“Madre de Dios—I wonder if I should have done that?” she murmured to herself. Then she remembered Liv telling her that Bonding Fruit was actually good for the unborn baby and felt a little better about it. It would probably just work like the Blood of the Mother juice that tasted like pancakes and syrup they’d all had at the Mother Tree, she thought. It would make her a little more stretchy down below so if the three of them decided to get busy, they could. That was no big deal, right?
That was what she thought, anyway. But a little later on, she had reason to believe that the Bonding Fruit was different from the breakfast-flavored drink she’d gotten used to.
It started with a tingling between her thighs and at the tips of her nipples as Hold and Fierce were bathing her. The three of them were naked in the bathing pool and the two big warriors were taking turns holding her as the other one scrubbed her.
Hold was scrubbing her top half, including her full breasts and tender nipples, which were almost back to their normal color.
“You never told us how you got your nipples to turn blue you know, my lady,” he murmured as he teased and tugged them. “And now the color seems to be fading.”
“Oh, I…I dyed them,” Celia explained, her voice coming out breathless.
“Dyed them? What the fuck?” Fierce asked, frowning.
Celia explained about the huge vats where they dyed the spider silk.
“So I just dipped my nipples in and it did the trick,” she told them. “It lasted pretty well, too.”
“Long enough for us to get away, anyway,” Fierce growled, rubbing his big hands up and down her thighs. “Smart thinking, lelka.”
His thumbs were getting closer and closer to her aching pussy as he scrubbed higher every time. Clearly he was teasing her, getting her ready for more to come.
Suddenly, Celia realized she was feeling extremely horny. Even more than she had been when they were all being subjected to the relentless sexual energy of the Mother Tree.
“Dios, Fierce, stop teasing me!” she protested breathlessly. “If you’re going to touch me, do it already!”
“Hmm, sounds like someone is feeling feisty tonight, Brother,” Fierce rumbled, shooting Hold a knowing look. “Are you ready to get out of the bathing pool and let us massage you, lelka?”
“I guess so—are you going to touch me more if you do? Are…are you going to make me come?” Celia demanded. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment but she couldn’t help herself—suddenly she was just so turned on!