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)
“Oh yes! The fleur’igans swim in their own bile you know—that’s the soup itself,” the Dom’mesque continued to explain. “And the job of the chef is to heat them to just the right temperature to stun them, so to speak. You can’t kill them outright—that ruins the flavor of the soup. You can only stun them and then eat them as quickly as possible, before they wake up and start making their waste products again.”
“Their…waste products?” Lucy exclaimed.
“Oh yes—those are the black blobs you noticed,” Lady Twa’linda said, pointing with her own straw. “They’re quite bitter, you know—nothing like the clean, vegetal taste of the bile.”
“I…I see.” Lucy nodded and then picked up her glass and took several long gulps of wine. It was too sweet and had a very odd flavor but at least it took the taste of the fleur’igan soup out of her mouth. And hopefully the alcohol would kill any of the microscopic organisms that were left behind.
“Oh, do be careful with the nectar wine, my dear!” Lady Twa’linda exclaimed, watching wide-eyed as Lucy finished her glass and poured herself some more from the flagon beside her. “It takes some time to get working on you—several days in fact—but once it does you’ll need help to deal with the effects.”
“The effects?” Lucy asked, frowning in concern.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Lady Twa’linda waved a hand negligently. “Tell me why you want the dimriel?” she asked as they servers cleared away the spoiled soup and replaced it with a platter of exotic looking alien fruits.
Lucy wanted to ask more about the “effects” of the wine but now they were talking about business matters, she decided to get back to it later. And in the meantime, she wasn’t taking another sip from her glass! She explained about the Monstrum Mother Ship and the heart-rot that had gotten into the ruby-red dimriel crystals.
“The ship is a living entity—and a female,” she said, emphasizing the sex and hoping this would appeal to Lady Twa’linda, since she was a Dom’mesque who believed all women should be dominant. “She’ll die without a heart transplant and so we’re hoping to get some untainted dimriel crystals from you.”
“Oh, the poor thing!” Lady Twa’linda put a hand to her heart. “As I said before, of course I’ll sell you the dimriel.”
“Wonderful!” Lucy sat up straighter in excitement and was reminded by a low groan from behind her that her movements were shifting T’zaren’s shaft inside her pussy. “Sorry,” she whispered over her shoulder.
“Of course, I can’t sell it to you tonight,” Lady Twa’linda said.
“Oh…why not?” Lucy asked, frowning.
“Why, because I don’t have any on hand, of course! Tomorrow morning at first light I’ll send some miners down the chasm to find you some nice, choice crystals. But they can’t mine in the dark—it’s too dangerous and you know I hate to lose any of my people. I’m so very attached to all of them!” She patted the guard whose shaft she was sitting on affectionately and received a low moan of acknowledgement in return.
“I can see that you are,” Lucy said, smiling as she picked up a chunk of dark purple fruit with pale pink seeds and popped it into her mouth. It was tart and sweet and just a little bitter—like a strawberry, a kiwi, and a grapefruit had all been mixed together, she decided.
“Yes—why every single male on my staff has penetrated me at one time or another,” Lady Twa’linda went on thoughtfully as she wiggled in the guard’s lap and manipulated the chair’s controls to raise herself up and down on his shaft.
“Oh, er, they have?” Lucy asked, wide-eyed.
“Oh my, yes! Some Dom’mesques like to rule with pain and fear, you know but I prefer to keep my males in line with pleasure,” Lady Twa’linda said. “Why, I even let the kitchen staff and the gardeners penetrate me at times—even the pot washer in the scullery room has sunk his shaft deep in my pussy at one time or another.”
“That’s…quite an interesting way of motivating your staff,” Lucy said, trying to keep her composure. “Er, how many people would you say you have working for you?” she couldn’t help asking.
“Oh, around two hundred, give or take, I suppose,” Lady Twa’linda said thoughtfully. “And all of them male, of course—well, aside from my dear seamstress. I prefer to be served and serviced by males for the most part,” she added.
“I do too,” Lucy said. “Though I’m afraid I don’t have a staff like yours. T’zaren here is pretty much my only manservant,” she added, patting the big Monstrum’s arm, which was resting on the metal frame of the chair.
“Just one male? But of course he has two shafts—so at least you have some variety,” Lady Twa’linda remarked. “Tell me—I notice that you’re using his smaller shaft tonight—the, er, secondary one, I believe he called it. Why was that? Don’t you like the feeling of the larger one inside you? If I had a guard with a monster like that, I’d let him penetrate me all the time,” she added, giggling.