Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Tell me this, then,” Saxon murmured. “Is this making you hot? Is your soft little pussy getting wet and swollen for me while I play with your tits?”
Miri felt like her knees were going to buckle! His soft, intimate, growling tone and the way he was looking into her eyes while he asked such outrageous questions was doing things to her insides that ought to be illegal!
“I…I don’t know,” she half-moaned again.
“Well I know.” Saxon gave her a lazy smirk. “Because I can smell your heat, little Mistress. You are getting hot and wet for me—I can tell.”
Miri had no idea what to say or do—her whole body felt like it was on fire with need. She had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the whole room. But as before, Lord Fancipants reminded her.
“Enough of this!” he snapped. “Now that she has the foundation garments on, it’s time for the panties and the dress. Hurry—get them on her!”
Lynx got the panties—a triangle of creamy white lace which he slid up her thighs and positioned carefully over her pussy mound, making Miri bite her lip as he smoothed the fabric over her sensitive outer lips. At least there was no slit in these panties, she thought. Not one that she could see, anyway.
Then she was made to lift her arms again and a delicate moss green gown that seemed to be made out of spider webs slid over her body. It was a cool, silky, feather-light material that rubbed with delicious friction against her already stimulated nipples. But again, it didn’t seem to have any openings to show her tight peaks—though they poked through the extremely thin fabric clearly.
“Now, then—at last! Everyone stand back and let me look,” Lord Fancipants demanded.
The crowd around Miri stepped back and she was left to turn slowly in front of the designer in the sleek, moss-green sheathe dress which hugged her curves lovingly. It was cut low in the chest and high in the skirt, the better to show her breasts and panties, but it didn’t actually expose her most intimate parts, which made her feel almost modest by Yonnie Six standards.
To accent the moss green fabric, there was a bronze belt at her waist and bronze epaulets of curling leaves and vines at her shoulders. It was actually, quite beautiful, Miri thought.
“Now then, now then…” Lord Fancipants nodded, looking at her approvingly. “Yes—I was going to try some other dresses on her, but this one works so well, I don’t think I’ll bother. It brings out her green eyes perfectly. The only thing left is to activate the Smart-fabric.”
“Smart-fabric?” Miri asked, frowning.
“Oh yes, my dear—it’s the latest trend from the Fashion District,” Mistress Hottalot cooed. “Invented by Lord Fancipants, of course.”
“Well…how do you activate it and what does it do when it’s activated?” Miri asked, still feeling confused. She thought the dress looked just fine the way it was—why bother to do anything else to it?
“That it where your bodyslaves come in,” Lord Fancipants informed her. “They must kiss both your breasts and your panties to activate the fabric. And the wetter the kisses, the more active, so don’t be afraid to use your tongues, gentlemen,” he informed Lynx and Saxon.
“Oh, we won’t,” Lynx purred.
“Do you want us to do it now?” Saxon asked, his pale blue eyes fixed on Miri’s breasts.
“Yes, now is fine. In fact, please hurry up about it—my brother needs to get to his own appointment. Though architecture is deadly dull.” Lord Fancipants sighed mournfully.
“You wouldn’t find it dull if you’d at least try to understand it,” Jobus countered.
“How can I understand something so boring it puts me to sleep immediately?” Fancipants demanded.
Miri could see that in a moment the two halves of the Doubler would be fighting, but she had other things to worry about…such as two muscular Monstrum who were more than eager to “activate” the Smart-fabric of her dress with their mouths.
“I…I supposed we should get started,” she said breathlessly, though she was trying to retain her composure.
“As our Lady wishes,” Lynx purred. “Should we start at the top?”
“I fucking hope so,” Saxon growled. “Been wanting to suck her ripe tits from the minute we first laid eyes on her.”
“Saxon—manners!” his Bond-Brother said—but it was clear he felt the same way the Lykan Shifter did. At least, if the way his golden eyes were hovering over her breasts were any indication. “Should we take turns…or pleasure our Lady together?” he added, giving the other Monstrum a side-long look.
“Together,” Saxon growled. He seemed to have forgotten his reticence to touch or kiss Miri—or maybe he thought it was all right because he and Lynx were playing a part and they had to act like actual bodyslaves.
“Bring her to the chaise,” Lynx directed. “That way we can kneel before her and each take a breast—it will be much easier than bending down to reach her.”