Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Oh, er…forgive me, I’m not used to speaking to females,” he said to Sirex. “But to answer your lady’s question, no female is allowed to go around the palace without a pussy plug in place. The Undersecretary expects you to place it in your female before you come to the Royal banquet tonight.”
Sirex didn’t like this, but he had a sudden thought.
“Will the Emperor be in attendance at the banquet?” he asked.
“I don’t know—he used to come out of his quarters to eat with the Court all the time,” the servant said. “But in the last year he’s come out less and less and now it’s been many solar months since anyone has seen him.”
“I see.” Sirex nodded. “Very well—thank you for that information. And for the clothing,” he added, taking the bundle of clothing and accoutrements from the servant. “Is there anything else in here I need to know the use of?” he asked.
“Only a new harness for your female—it’s supposed to fit her after she gets her nipples pierced,” the servant said.
Sirex frowned.
“I have already said I won’t be piercing Phoebe’s nipples!”
The boy shrank back from his angry growl.
“Please, my Lord—I don’t have anything to do with that! I’m only just telling you what’s there!”
“Very well.” Sirex sighed and nodded at him. “Run along now. I’ll call for you later if I need you.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The servant boy made a hasty bow and then scuttled away as fast as he could, back down the vast hallway. Sirex and Phoebe watched him until suddenly he disappeared into the wall.
“Hey!” Phoebe gasped. “Where did he go?”
“I don’t know.” Sirex said. “Maybe some kind of hidden passageway for the servants’ use only?”
“Maybe…” Her green eyes lingered on the section of wall where the servant had disappeared for a moment. Then she lifted her nose and inhaled deeply. “Do you think that weird, sweet smell is stronger here? I mean stronger than it was back in the Grand Salon?”
“What smell?” Sirex sniffed the air but only caught a faint whisper of the sweet scent.
“That smell, you know.” She sniffed the air again. “It’s really strong here.”
“I can barely smell it,” Sirex admitted. Which was strange. Because of his Kindred blood, he had a much more sensitive sense of smell than most humans—it seemed impossible for Phoebe to be able to smell a scent better than he could.
“Well, whatever.” Phoebe shrugged and turned towards him. “I guess we should see what they sent us to wear.”
“I guess so. Come on.” He led the way back into the bedroom and placed the pile of clothing on the bed. At once, the pussy plug rolled off the top of the pile and nearly fell on the floor. Bending quickly, he caught it before it could roll under the bed. “Well, here’s one thing you’re supposed to be wearing,” he remarked, showing it to Phoebe.
Her eyes grew wide.
“That thing is really thick. And how am I supposed to get it in when I can’t even touch myself down there?”
Sirex looked at the phallic plug thoughtfully. It really was quite large—almost as thick as his own shaft, though not quite as long.
“I suppose I’m meant to help you put it in,” he murmured, looking at her. “How do you feel about that?”
Her cheeks were getting hot with a blush but she lifted her chin.
“If…if you have to do it, then I guess I’ll have to deal with it. I just don’t understand how it’s supposed to stay in.”
“Maybe the new harness has a way to hold it in place,” Sirex suggested. “Look.” He picked up a new silver and gold three-point harness and held it up for her. It looked a lot like the one she had on at the moment, except instead of tiny nipple cages, the metal wires that made up the breast portion were open at the tips, apparently for her peaks to poke through.
Sure enough, down below there was an elaborate assortment of clit jewelry as well as a lower cup which did indeed look like it had an apparatus to hold the phallic pussy plug in place.
“Oh my…” Phoebe’s green eyes went wide as she examined it.
“What’s wrong?” Sirex was instantly attuned to her mood, which, from the look on her face, was trepidation.
“I just realized that this thing has, uh, clit jewelry too.” She bit her lip. “And you’re going to…going to have to put it on me.”
“Do you find that idea embarrassing? Spreading your thighs so I can help you place the jewelry?” Sirex asked.
“Well, I mean…it’s pretty intimate,” Phoebe pointed out.
“So was mapping your pussy for the first harness,” he murmured. Reaching out, he brushed a strand of hair away from her hot cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Look at me, Phoebe,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “Everything we do here is just to serve the mission—once we get back to the Mother Ship, we’ll go back to being coworkers and fellow agents.”