Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
And before Ketha could stop him, he had twisted his long fingers around the fragile silk triangle and ripped her panties right off her, leaving her pussy completely bare!
“Oh!” she exclaimed, struggling uselessly to close her legs. “How…how dare you? Your conditioning must be faulty or you’d never do such a thing!”
His golden eyes suddenly sparked with anger.
“You mean the conditioning that tried to make me want to serve you as a mindless slave for the rest of my life, Mistress?” he growled.
Ketha felt cold inside. Oh God—the conditioning was faulty! And now the big bodyslave was going to rip her to pieces!
But despite his anger, Styx didn’t show any sign of wanting to harm her. He did, however, continue to hold her thighs open without any apparent effort, which put her bare pussy completely on display for him.
“What…what are you going to do with me?” Ketha asked softly. “Please, don’t hurt me! We just wanted another Kindred bodyslave because our old one was so kind and good natured! He was a Twin Kindred called Speaks Softly and he was like a father to me.”
“I thought you Yonnites didn’t have fathers,” he growled, frowning at her.
“We don’t! But if it wasn’t for Speaks, I would have had a sad and lonely childhood,” Ketha babbled. She didn’t know why she was telling him all this—somehow the words were just pouring out of her mouth. “He raised me much more than my mother did. I just wanted to find someone like him.”
“Well if you think you bought a ‘good natured’ male, I’m sorry to fucking disappoint you, little girl, because I’m not,” Styx growled. “In fact, the only reason I’m hanging around for a little while is because you smell so fucking hot.”
He inhaled deeply and leaned down to rub his cheek against her pussy mound, making Ketha moan and writhe in his grasp. The feeling of his rough, whiskered cheek against her bare mound sent a bolt of pure, forbidden desire right through her.
“What…what are you going to do to me?” she whispered. “You wouldn’t…you’re not going to…to rape me, are you?”
Styx gave her a level look.
“Now what gave you that idea, little girl?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Ketha snapped, trying to still her pounding heart. “Maybe the fact that you ripped off my panties and now you’re holding my legs open so you can see my…so you can see me,” she ended, rather lamely.
“You mean so I can admire your soft little pussy?” he growled. “But Mistress, I’m just paying obeisance to you—the way all good bodyslaves are supposed to do with their Mistresses. Right?”
Leaning down again, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss directly on her pussy this time. Ketha gasped and let out a little squeak as she felt the tip of his hot tongue slide up the length of her slit. But she felt helpless to look away as he kissed her.
At last, the big Kindred pulled away. He licked his lips, as though he liked the way she tasted, and met Ketha’s eyes.
“Is that how I’m supposed to do it, Mistress?” he rumbled softly. “Or is it more like this?”
Sliding his big, warm hands down her thighs, he framed her pussy with his long fingers. Then, using his thumbs, he spread open her outer lips revealing her slick inner folds. To her embarrassment, her clit was extra prominent—throbbing like a ripe berry begging to be plucked.
Styx groaned—a sound of pure lust that rumbled up from deep in his chest.
“Gods, look at how wet you are for me, little girl,” he growled. “Look at how slippery your sweet little pussy is. Are you making all this pussy honey just for me?”
Ketha bit her lip. She was mortified that he should see how wet she was—how wet just being around him was making her. It was his damn scent and the fact that she’d been dosed with fertility drugs—that was the reason she was so hot and wet and ready—she was sure of it!
Though if she was honest, it was more than that. She’d never had a male talk to her the way Styx did before—and she’d certainly never had anyone handle her body like he was. Was being held down—held open—like this, actually exciting her?
No—absolutely not! she told herself. But if that was true, then why was her heart pounding and her clit aching? Why was she suddenly feeling so desperate to come?
“Gods, you need it bad, don’t you, baby?” Styx growled, looking up at her.
“No…no, I don’t!” Ketha denied, though she knew it was a lie.
“Yes, you do—don’t fucking lie to me,” he said, frowning. “On my planet the females go into Heat—that’s what you smell like—like your Heat Cycle is ramping up.”
“I don’t know what you mean!” she protested. “Please—just let me go!”
He gave her a half-lidded smile.