Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
May your Binding never break.”
As before, I was awed by her beautiful harmony. I thought the ceremony was over when the last note died but she spoke to us once more.
“Before you go, I must give you a warning. The vows you have taken here in the presence of the Goddess are not to be taken lightly, my children. Do not break them, for in doing so, you will break your Union. This is a fragile time for you because this is only a Partial-Binding. Until you come together for a Deep Seeding and form a full Soul-Binding, your connection will be tenuous at best. Therefore, let me urge you to consummate your Binding as soon as possible.”
“We understand,” Slade said, answering for both of us, though I didn’t understand at all. What was a “Deep Seeding?”
“Very good.” All four of the priestess’s faces smiled beatifically. “And now you may kiss to seal the ceremony.”
I had been prepared for this—well, sort of. A kiss at the end was part of the wedding ceremony on my home world too. It was usually a dry, chaste peck on the lips—it was improper to show too much emotion in public. And it wasn’t like his would be my first kiss—I had kissed a man before. Well, a boy—back when I was sixteen. That had led to trouble, so I hadn’t kissed anyone else since, but I wasn’t afraid to kiss my new husband…or so I told myself.
All this went through my head in a split second as Slade leaned down to me. He was so tall that I had to stand on my tiptoes and reach up as well, but I was determined to participate—I refused to show any fear.
Slade put his arms around me and took my lips with his own. But this was no dry peck—his mouth lingered on mine and as it did, a strange sensation rushed over me. My nipples went tight again and I felt a deep, urgent need between my thighs. I was getting wet down there—I was sure of it! It was embarrassing and yet I couldn’t seem to break the kiss.
A low, rumbling growl came from deep in Slade’s chest and he parted his lips and sucked gently on my own lower lip. I moaned softly and opened for him and suddenly I was tasting his tongue.
He didn’t shove it down my throat, though—it was a gentle intrusion. He tasted like cinnamon—my favorite spice from the Dying Earth where my people had come from so long ago.
When his tongue retreated, I dared to press mine forward. Slade welcomed me eagerly, sucking gently at my tongue, inviting me to explore him the way he had explored me. As I did, he groaned softly and pulled me tight against his big body. I could feel something hot and hard branding my belly through the gauzy skirts of my dress. It was very large and it rubbed against me with urgent insistence but my mind was too hazy from the kiss to realize what it was.
Why was I reacting this way to him? Why didn’t I want to stop kissing him? He was my enemy—a cruel Enforcer we were forced to pay tribute to. He had coerced me to into marrying him and tonight he would take my virtue whether I wanted him to or not. So why couldn’t I stop kissing him?
My brain had no answers and my body didn’t seem to care. I felt a hunger growing inside me, a need I’d never had before. It made me throb and ache all over—made my nipples sensitive and tender and my cunny was suddenly so wet I was afraid it might show through my skirts…
“Well, well—what have we here? Slade, dear boy, I cannot believe you went and had your Binding Ceremony without inviting your parents!”
The shrill voice seemed to drill through my head and break the spell I had been under. I jerked away from Slade as though he was a hot stove I had burned myself on and looked around.
Standing just inside the entrance to the Holy House was a trio of people that must be Slade’s family.
The first was an older Brutal male with the same square jaw and golden eyes and horns as Slade, who I guessed must be his father. Beside him was a young Brute boy who also had the golden eyes and horns, though his were unpainted. It was hard to tell but I wondered if he might be Slade’s younger brother or possibly his nephew.
The third person was a woman wearing an extremely tight red dress—she must be the one who had been speaking, I thought. She was tall and thin with large, over-inflated breasts that honestly looked like balloons to me. Bright red lipstick coated her puffy lips and stood out against her pale grey skin. Her hair was a tall bouffant of black and green curls piled on top of her head like an elaborately decorated cake.