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)
He remembered his other date’s disgust when he had admitted to wanting to worship her—probably Lucille felt the same way and had only tolerated him lapping the pussy honey away from her thighs and outer pussy lips because she was being kind to him.
Don’t let yourself feel for a female who won’t be able to accept your worship, he warned himself. Especially one who lacks the gravity to be a true S’rentha.
But he was very much afraid that he was already having feelings for the little blonde female he was following so closely. And those feelings were much stronger than he liked…
TWENTY-FIVE
LUCY
“Ah—here we are at the Throne Room where our lovely Lady Twa’linda rules both the stronghold and all our hearts,” the first guard said fondly, as they stopped in front of another set of two-story high, carved wooden doors.
“She is indeed the best and kindest of all mistresses,” the second one agreed.
“Um, that’s nice.”
Lucy tightened her grip on the ragged sweater and wished like crazy that she had something more professional on. Or at least something that didn’t scream, ‘I was attacked in the woods on the way over here.’
Thank goodness T’zaren had gotten to her in time! She was still feeling shaky from the horrible experience and she had an idea she wasn’t going to be comfortable being alone for a while.
“I’ll open the doors and announce you,” the first guard told her. “As soon as I give your name and title, you and your manservant may enter and bow before the throne.”
“All right.” Lucy nodded. She had no problem bowing to their host—anybody who had their own private island with an atmosphere dome and an armed militia to guard it clearly expected to be acknowledged with a bow.
“Very good.” The guard nodded back and then he and the second guard swung open the huge double doors, pulling them outward to reveal an opulent Throne Room done all in glittering white marble.
All that stone might have made the Throne Room look bleak but it was softened considerably by other decorative touches. For instance, there were several chandeliers floating near the ceiling which were decorated with fluffy white feathers. There were also tall, graceful urns filled with freshly cut flowers, all in pastel colors, spaced at regular intervals throughout the room.
The white marble throne itself was barely visible under the mounds of pink and purple cushions and pillows piled on it and the back of it had been draped with a sky-blue and lemon-yellow leopard skin-print throw.
But Lucy could scarcely concentrate on the décor of the large room because sitting on the throne was Lady Twa’linda herself. She was dressed in the same pale pink gown as she had been during their viewscreen conference and once again she had the top of it completely pulled down. But this time she had not one but two of her guards sucking on her nipples—kneeling on either side of the throne to do so as each of them took a nipple in his mouth.
“The Lady Lucille Heartwood—Dom’mesque from Earth and envoy from the Monstrum Kindred!” announced the guard.
And then Lucy found herself in the awkward position of approaching the throne while their hostess was having her nipples sucked. Because the announcement of a visitor didn’t stop the two guards kneeling on either side of the throne for one moment—they continued sucking industriously while Lady Twa’linda stroked their hair and made little moans of satisfaction while they worked on her.
“Oh my dear—I’m so glad you’ve finally arrived!” she exclaimed as Lucy came up to stand in front of her throne. “The fleur’igan soup is just now getting finished and it must be eaten at once or it will spoil completely!”
“Thank you for inviting me,” Lucy said, bowing while still clutching her torn sweater closed. “Er, I’m sorry about my appearance. I was attacked on the way here by a group of slavers called ‘the Shadows’,” she added.
“What?” Lady Twa’linda exclaimed. Sitting upright, she pushed the two guards who had been sucking her nipples away in one motion. “You were attacked here, on my planet?”
“I’m afraid so,” Lucy said, nodding. “If T’zaren—my manservant—hadn’t gotten to me in time, they…” She trailed off, unable to say the words. The attack was still too fresh—too horrible.
“But this is terrible! Unacceptable! Those savages must be punished!” Lady Twa’linda looked distraught.
She stood up from the throne and for the first time, Lucy saw that she wasn’t dressed entirely in pastels. Fixed to the top of her head with a silver comb was a long, black veil. It came down to her ankles, swirling like a dark cloud around her pale white skin and covering her back completely.
“They have been punished, my Lady,” T’zaren spoke up for the first time. “All five of them are lying dead in the village just beyond the chasm.”