Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I slid two fingers into Sala’s warm, wet cunny, and I did the same to my own. I marveled at how different Sala’s felt from my own: the same sort of openness, but somehow a different arrangement of folds that made a thrilling contrast. Her inner walls clenched around my digits, drawing them deeper. I curled my fingers experimentally, searching for that spot Sala had found inside me. In my own pussy I moved my fingers more slowly, seeking only to soothe myself and dull the edge of my need as I pleasured my new friend.
“Yes,” Sala gasped, her back arching. “Right there, sweet one. Don’t stop.”
Encouraged by her response, I redoubled my efforts. My tongue swirled around her clit as my fingers moved in and out, bending to hit that special place with each thrust. Sala’s hips began to move more urgently, grinding against my face. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and I could feel the tension building in her body.
The room filled with the sounds of Sala’s pleasure—breathy moans and whispered encouragements. Her fingers gripped my hair even more forcefully, holding me firmly in place as she chased her release, grinding her cunny heedlessly against my mouth, my nose. I felt a surge of pride, knowing that I was the cause of her ecstasy, despite the degradation of another woman’s using my face this way.
Sala’s breathing grew more ragged, her movements more frantic. “Oh, Tessara,” she panted. “I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I could sense her impending climax, feel it in the way her body quivered and tensed. My own arousal built in response, a delicious ache between my thighs, bidding me to quicken the pace of my own fingers inside me. Just as I felt Sala teetering on the edge of release, a deep, resonant voice filled the room.
“Sala.” Alpha’s voice came over the intercom, startling us both. “I need you on the bridge immediately. Bring Tessara if she wants to witness the end of the empire that held her captive.”
CHAPTER 8
Tessara
Sala’s body went rigid for a moment, caught between frustration and duty. With a soft groan, she gently pushed me away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
“I’m so sorry, Tessara,” she said, cupping my face in her hands. “I… I shouldn’t have made you do that. I’m not allowed to… you know, have sex… with other people… without permission from my lord, anyway.”
To my surprise, I felt a pang of disappointment even as I blushed at the revelation of Alpha’s intimate rules for his senior wife and wondered what sort of consequences Sala might receive, should her husband learn that she had seduced me. “It’s alright,” I assured her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Thank you for… for teaching me. I never knew it could be like that.”
Sala smiled warmly, pulling me into a tender embrace. “Oh, sweet one,” she murmured. “There’s so much more to learn. But for now, we should go. History is being made, and you deserve to see it. Would you like to come?”
I felt my cheeks burn as I considered Sala’s question. The idea of going to the bridge, of facing Alpha and the crew in my current state—flushed, and still trembling from the pleasure Sala had given me—was mortifying. But even stronger than my embarrassment was a burning curiosity, a need to see what would happen next.
I pictured Alpha’s massive blue form, imagined him claiming Sala in front of everyone. The thought sent a forbidden thrill through my body, making my cunny clench around nothing. At the same time, I couldn’t deny my desire to witness the fall of the empire that had held me captive for so long. To see with my own eyes the end of the tyranny that had defined my existence.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I… I want to go.”
Sala’s face lit up with a radiant smile. She pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before gracefully rising from the couch. I watched, mesmerized, as she stretched her lithe body, her pale skin seeming to glow in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen.
As Sala moved toward the door, a sudden panic gripped me. I glanced down at my naked form, acutely aware of every mark and bruise left by my Vionian masters.
“Wait!” I called out, my eyes wide with alarm. “Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we wear clothes?”
Sala paused, turning back to face me. A delicate blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck to her chest. “Oh, Tessara,” she said softly, a note of embarrassment in her voice. “I’m afraid I’m not allowed to wear clothing unless Alpha specifically permits it. It’s… it’s part of a Magisterian wife’s submission to her lord.”
She bit her lip, her blue eyes searching my face. “And I’m afraid the same is true for you now, sweet one. You technically belong to Alpha, at least until we reach Prosperia and sort out your status. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to go as we are.”