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)
Hold just gave both of them a warning look and put a finger to his lips.
“And so, the Goddess took the third male up on his kind offer,” La’ver’na went on, shooting Fierce another dark look. “She lay beside him on the ground and he slipped his shaft deep inside her to warm her belly with his seed.”
On cue, Sess’ely lay on her side with her head on a cushion and her third goat man worshipper lay on his side behind her. He lifted her leg and fit the head of his massive cock to her pussy before thrusting deeply into her.
“The Goddess took great pleasure in the way the third male warmed her,” La’ver’na went on.
“Ohhhh!” Sess’ely moaned on cue, rocking her hips to meet her third worshipper’s rhythm. “Oh yes, fuck me—breed me! Come inside me!” she gasped. She was so convincing that Celia was pretty sure she wasn’t really acting—she seemed to really enjoy breeding with her worshippers in front of everyone.
“And in the morning she awoke refreshed,” La’ver’na said.
But it was clear that Sess’ely and her worshippers weren’t quite done yet. They went on thrusting and moaning until at last, the unicorn girl came again and her worshipper shoved his huge cock to the hilt inside her and began pumping her full of his cum.
When he finally pulled out, a gush of white cream followed, making it obvious he had done his best to breed Sess’ely, just as she had begged him to.
“And in the morning, she awoke refreshed,” La’ver’na repeated pointedly, since the unicorn her and her goat man were still laying on the floor panting.
“Oh…oh, right!” Sess’ely hopped up and her third worshipper scrambled to his feet as well.
“And so the Goddess found three new males who were worthy to worship her,” La’ver’na said, winding up the tale. “And she decreed that all goddesses should have many worshippers to warm their bellies with their seed and breed them often, for that is the best way to be worshipped. The End,” she added pointedly.
At once, all the recruits around them began making soft hooting sounds.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!”
At first Celia was startled but after a moment she realized this must be the JoCosta Twelve way of applauding. So, feeling slightly ridiculous, she started hooting too.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!”
Hold took it up as well but Fierce just sat there, a sardonic grin tugging at one corner of his mouth.
“Fucking ridiculous,” Celia heard him mutter.
“Sess’ely, my dear, thank you so much for doing such a lovely job enacting the role of the Goddess,” La’ver’na said, ending the hooting applause. “And now, it’s time for everyone to get back to the dormitory. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, as always.”
Everyone rose from their cushions on the floor and started to file towards the door of the dining area. But before Celia and Hold and Fierce could get into line, La’ver’na was there, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“We do not appreciate it when new recruits make fun of our beliefs!” she snapped, glaring up at Fierce, who frowned back.
“Look, I’m sorry but your beliefs are kind of fucking ridiculous,” he growled. “I mean, who ever heard of offering a female your cock to sit on when she asks for a chair? That kind of talk will get you slapped on most planets!”
“We are not on ‘most planets’—we are on JoCosta Twelve and you are still only guests of the Sisterhood of Peace!” the unicorn priestess snapped. “The Goddess laid with many of her worshippers—which is why we females who follow in her footsteps do our best to lay with as many of our own worshippers as we can. We offer our bodies in reverence to the Goddess—not to be the butt of your jokes!”
“Forgive my Brother,” Hold said smoothly, stepping in front of Fierce before the Dark Twin could answer. “He has no manners and has yet to grasp an understanding of your ways.”
“Well, he’d better find some if the three of you want to get your ship fixed!” La’ver’na snarled. “I’m beginning to regret offering the three of you even a trial membership with the Sisterhood!”
“We promise it won’t happen again,” Hold said earnestly. “Please—what can we do to make amends?”
“Maybe we could help with the dishes?” Celia asked quickly. As they filed out, the other recruits had left their wooden bowls and spoons in two large wooden tubs by the door and they were still just sitting there, waiting to be washed.
“Well…we do take kindly to acts of service,” La’ver’na said grudgingly. “I suppose the three of you may do the wash for tonight. I’ll inform the usual washers that they won’t be needed.”
“Thank you, Priestess,” Hold said, nodding. “If you’ll just tell us where to take them?”
“The sink for washing is around through there.” La’ver’na pointed to a small door in the rounded corner of the room that Celia hadn’t seen earlier. “Once you wash them, stack them in the drying racks and go directly back to your dormitory—do you understand?”