Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
At last T’zaren shifted restlessly under her.
“Here, let me, my S’rentha,” he growled. Fitting his big hands to her waist, he lifted her up and off of him and sat her firmly on the polished black marble floor.
Lucy felt a little wobbly—and slightly bowlegged. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had something so thick inside her for so long. Though the dinner had actually lasted less than an hour, that was still quite a long time to be penetrated so deeply and filled so full, she thought.
“Be careful, my Lady.” T’zaren was already up, out of the chair. He took her arm to steady her when she swayed slightly.
“I…I’m fine,” Lucy protested, though actually she was extremely wet, sticky, and swollen. Her clit was still throbbing and she could feel more of his warming cream running down her inner thighs. Had he come in her again? She didn’t think so because she hadn’t felt his shaft throbbing inside her and stretching her inner walls as it had when the big Monstrum was spurting inside her. His secondary shaft must just make a lot of that warming liquid, she decided. And of course, he’d been leaking inside her during almost the entire meal.
God, can’t believe we did that! Can’t believe he fucked me. Or at least, the chair made him fuck me. This mission is going to be ten times more awkward now! she thought.
She took a step and swayed again.
“You are not fine—not at all,” T’zaren growled.
To her surprise, he swung her abruptly into his arms.
“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed.
She hadn’t been lifted like this since she was a child! And T’zaren was holding her like she weighed no more than a feather pillow—which was most definitely not the case.
“You don’t have to do this—I can walk,” she protested.
“You’re unsteady on your feet and I believe that’s my fault,” T’zaren growled, not putting her down. “I fucked you too hard, my Lady—and filled you with too much of my warming cream.”
“Oh, er…you couldn’t help it,” Lucy said weakly. Could the warming cream he’d put in her have made her dizzy, she wondered? Could that be another side effect—like the swollen heat she was feeling in her clit?
“I should have helped it—I should have had more self-control,” T’zaren said grimly.
Lucy started to protest again, but he was already talking to the servant.
“Take us to our room so I can tend to my Lady,” he said sternly. “And be certain it has bathing facilities. I must wash her—she is sticky from the cream I pumped into her pussy.”
“All the sleeping chambers in Lady Twa’linda’s stronghold have state of the art bathing facilities,” the servant assured him. “Come right this way and I’ll show you to your room.”
Lucy wondered if she ought to tell him to put her down again but it seemed like too much trouble. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against his broad chest and let the big Monstrum carry her to their room.
TWENTY-NINE
T’ZAREN
T’zaren cradled Lucille to his chest, a feeling of possessive tenderness filling him. She was so small—so fragile and yet so strong. He admired the way she rose to meet the circumstances of their mission. He had thought that she laughed too much and was too light-hearted to be a S’rentha, but now he saw that she had both grace and strength.
Not many females would have been able to deal with the situation at dinner with such equanimity—after all, they barely knew each other and yet she had been required to let him penetrate her. But instead of refusing or making some excuse that might have jeopardized their mission, Lucille had mounted him and allowed his secondary shaft to fully penetrate her. And she had remained strong, even through the entropy chair-fucking incident.
He was worried about her now, though. A woman of his own people would have had no trouble taking as much cream as he had shot into Lucille. But she was human—and infinitely more fragile. Also, she hadn’t had his primary shaft and his seed inside her to help neutralize the effects of the warming liquid.
Because it was used in bonding, the warming cream his secondary shaft secreted was not just a lubricant but also an aphrodisiac. One whose effects would increase exponentially if he couldn’t neutralize them.
I’ll wash her in the bathing tub if they have one, T’zaren thought. Hopefully that will be enough.
But what if it wasn’t? There were only two ways to neutralize the effects of the warming cream and he didn’t think Lucille would like either one. Still, there was nothing to do but try.
He just hoped that a bath would work and he wouldn’t have to resort to more desperate measures.
THIRTY
LUCY
Lucy woke up in a vast marble tub filled with warm water to see T’zaren bending over her with an anxious look on his face.