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)
As she pressed it, she felt all the wires strung from the metal frame of the chair vibrate with a musical twanging sound—not unlike a banjo.
And then, all Hell broke loose.
After the initial vibration, the metal wires that formed the seat T’zaren was sitting on began to bounce and jangle as they lifted and lowered the big Monstrum. They started slowly at first but then went more and more rapidly.
“Oh…Oh!” Lucy gasped For the fact that T’zaren was being lifted up and down by the entropy chair’s strings meant that his shaft was sliding in and out of her. Faster and faster the entropy chair went, lifting and lowering as it twanged musically, amounting to an extremely energetic—and strangely musical—fucking.
“Gods damn it—I’m going to come if we don’t stop this!” she heard T’zaren groan.
“No!” she gasped, forgetting that he’d promised her his warming cream couldn’t get her pregnant. “No—don’t come in me!”
“I won’t be able to help it if this damn thing doesn’t let me stop fucking you!” he growled, gripping her hips. “Gods, Lucille! Your soft little pussy is so hot and wet around me!”
“Well, if I’m wet it’s because you’re shooting all that, uh, warming cream stuff inside me. Oh…oh!” Lucy moaned.
The intimate friction of his thick secondary shaft sliding in and out of her was almost too much to bear. She hadn’t had sex in months and sex with Mike had never amounted to much of anything, anyway. Her ex was so small she had often thought it was like being fucked with a feather.
Not so with T’zaren. His secondary shaft had swelled until it stretched her inner walls and the broad head thrust deep inside her, reaching the end of her channel with every lunge as the chair continued to make him fuck her.
“Wait…stop…this one must be it!” Lucy panted.
She pressed the button but somehow found it was the one that lowered her again. The chair stopped twanging like a sex-banjo gone mad, but once more she found herself nestled in the big Monstrum’s lap with his thick shaft buried fully inside her.
“Gods, my S’rentha—forgive me but I can’t help it,” he groaned. And Lucy felt the first hot, wet spurt inside and knew the big Monstrum was coming deep in her pussy.
Maybe it was the deep fucking she’d just endured or maybe it was some chemical effect of the warming liquid his shaft produced but for whatever reason, Lucy felt herself coming right along with him.
“Oh! Oh!” she moaned, clutching at the metal frame of the chair as the pleasure rolled through her. This was completely inappropriate and she knew it and yet she couldn’t seem to stop! Her inner walls were contracting, almost milking him as though she was begging him to come even deeper inside her—to bathe her inner pussy utterly with his cream.
“My dear—why ever did you hit the fuck button so early in the meal?” Lady Twi’linda scolded. “You’re meant to save such activities for dessert.”
Lucy, who was still distracted with the waves of pleasure rolling through her, realized that their hostess was sitting across the table, frowning at her with apparent disapproval.
“I…I’m sorry. So sorry!” she gasped. “I…I didn’t mean to…to hit the…the fuck button!”
Her fingers found the buttons again and somehow she finally hit the right one. As her orgasm peaked and she began to come down the other side of the slope, she found herself being raised up so that T’zaren’s secondary shaft at last slid out of her.
Only instead of stopping with just the head inside, as she had intended, it slid all the way out. And when the head came out of her pussy mouth, it was like a cork being popped from a bottle of champagne. A gush of creamy liquid came from her pussy, overflowing onto the leather seat strap and dripping to the floor below.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Lucy exclaimed, feeling completely mortified. There must be a liter of the warming cream leaking out of her, she thought. Who knew a Monstrum could come so much? And he was still hard, too!
“My, my…he certainly did fill you up.” Lady Twa’linda shook her head and made a tsking sound. “Servants—bring towels,” she added, snapping her fingers. “And please don’t worry my dear—these things happen,” she added, smiling in a kindly way at Lucy. “We’ll get you cleaned up and send for that soup before it’s ruined, shall we?”
As a uniformed server handed her a towel, Lucy nodded rather shakily. She felt tender inside and her whole body was trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. Damn, that had been intense! She couldn’t remember ever coming so hard and her clit was still throbbing as though her body was threatening to come again.
Gingerly, she blotted at herself and T’zaren—who was still hard—and then the leather seat. The floor was going to be someone else’s problem—there was no way she was dismounting to clean up the puddle she’d made and then trying to get back up into the seat and mounted on T’zaren’s cock properly again.