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)
“How are you feeling?” he asked when she opened her eyes.
“I…I think I’m okay.” She looked around woozily. “What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so dizzy…” She shifted her hips and winced. “And so swollen between my legs?”
T’zaren looked grim.
“I’m afraid it has to do with my warming cream. The liquid I filled you with when I came in you,” he added.
“Uh, yes—I know what you mean,” Lucy said, remembering all the cream that had poured from her pussy after the entropy chair had forced him to fill her so vigorously.
“I thought I was just, uh you know, tender because of how the chair made you…you know…”
“Fuck you,” he finished helpfully. “Yes, that’s certainly part of it. But the other part is the fact that my warming cream isn’t just a lubricant—it’s also an aphrodisiac and a muscle relaxer. It’s meant to help you stretch to receive my primary shaft, but it has…other effects as well.”
“What effects?” Lucy asked suspiciously. She was beginning to get an anxious feeling about this.
“For one thing, it’s going to make you wish to be fucked again—with something bigger and for a much longer time. Which is exactly what would happen if I were filling you with my primary shaft and bonding you to me,” T’zaren said.
“What? But we barely know each other!” Lucy sat up in the bath, slopping warm water over the edge of the marble tub. “We can’t get bonded—you said I wasn’t your S’rentha and I never would be!” she reminded him.
T’zaren scowled.
“I know what I said,” he muttered. “I’m not suggesting that we should bond, I’m just saying that your body will want to bond if we can’t neutralize the effects of the warming cream.”
“Well how can we do that? Ohhh…” Lucy put a hand to her head. Sitting up so quickly had made her dizzy but that wasn’t her only problem. Between her legs, she was throbbing and aching—her pussy felt swollen, especially her clit, which was incredibly sensitive. Even the gentle brush of the bathwater against it felt overwhelmingly intense.
“I was hoping that getting you in a bath and washing you off would help,” T’zaren admitted. “Has it?” he asked, looking at her intently.
Lucy bit her lip.
“I don’t think so. I’m all hot and achy between my legs,” she admitted. “And I’m still really dizzy.”
He looked grim.
“I was afraid of this. You took too much of my cream in your pussy. If you had washed it away immediately it might have been all right but—”
“But we couldn’t leave the table so I had to sit there all through dinner with your, uh, cream soaking into my…uh, into me,” Lucy finished for him.
T’zaren nodded.
“Which means if we’re not going to bond, there’s only one other way to neutralize the effects.”
“What way?” Lucy asked. “Is there some kind of medicine I can take?”
“Not exactly.” T’zaren ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath.
“Well what can we do then?” Lucy demanded. Her pussy was getting more and more achy and swollen every minute and she was beginning to feel an emptiness inside—like she wanted to be filled with something long and hard and thick.
He’s right! she thought, feeling slightly panicked. My body wants him to breed me—to bond me to him! But we can’t do that, can we? I mean, sure he’s extremely attractive and I like him a lot more than I did, but I know for a fact he doesn’t want me as his S’rentha. Besides—we hardly know each other!
Though she supposed after everything they’d been through together on this mission, she really couldn’t use that excuse anymore. After all, since she’d met him, the big Monstrum had saved her life twice, taken a death-defying ride over a bottomless chasm with her, and had penetrated her intimately during the strangest dinner of her life. In some ways, she probably knew him better than she had known her ex, Mike.
Still—she knew for a fact that the big Monstrum didn’t want to be bonded to her—he had said it over and over again. So there had to be another way to neutralize the cream he’d shot inside her before it drove her crazy.
“There is one other way,” T’zaren repeated. “But I’m afraid you’re not going to like it, Lucille.”
“Why not?” Lucy asked apprehensively. “Is it painful? Or unpleasant?”
“It’s not painful but I fear you’ll think it is unpleasant.” He took a deep breath and looked at her. “The only other way to neutralize the effects of the cream is for me to worship you.”
“Uh…what?” This bizarre answer took Lucy completely off-guard. “What are you talking about? Like build an altar to me and bow down and say prayers or something?” she asked, frowning.
“What? No—though it isn’t uncommon for a male of my kind to kneel before his S’rentha,” T’zaren said. “When I say I need to worship you, I mean with my mouth and tongue.”