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)
The pink tinge that colored Tessara’s cheeks seemed to awaken something primal within me. It spoke of innocence, of vulnerability, but also of a deep, untapped passion. I found myself captivated by the play of emotions across her face—curiosity, shyness, and perhaps a hint of excitement.
Through Alpha’s eyes, I saw every detail of her reaction. The way her teeth worried at her lower lip, the slight widening of her eyes, the almost imperceptible quickening of her breath. Each tiny movement, each subtle change in her expression, seemed to resonate within me, stirring feelings I had thought long dormant.
I think… For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t have instant access to my human brain’s workings. It took a moment; 3.67 standard seconds, to be exact, for the thought to arrive.
I think I need to help her figure out what she wants. I think I need to take care of her—for a while, anyway.
Tessara
I watched Alpha and Sala share a look full of something I couldn’t make out. I studied their faces, sensing an unspoken conversation passing between them. Their shared glance lasted only a moment, but it felt charged with meaning. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach as I realized they were keeping something from me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”
Sala’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she turned to me. She bit her lip, seeming to wrestle with herself for a moment before speaking. “Well, Tessara… the truth is, Gamma hasn’t just come to Prosperia on business. He’s come here to meet you.”
My breath caught in my throat as I processed her words. Gamma, Alpha’s brother, had come all this way… for me? A whirlwind of emotions swept through me—embarrassment at being the center of such attention, excitement at the prospect of meeting this mysterious man, and a startling jolt of arousal that made my cheeks burn.
“Me?” I squeaked, my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. “But why? I’m nobody special.”
Alpha’s deep chuckle rumbled through the room. “On the contrary, little one. You are quite special indeed.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my nipples tighten in response. I clasped my hands in my lap, trying to hide my body’s reaction.
“Is he…” I began, then paused, unsure how to phrase my question. Taking a deep breath, I tried again, my voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “Is Gamma like you, Alpha?”
Sala’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she answered. “Oh, yes, Tessara. Gamma is almost exactly like Alpha in every way.” She emphasized the word ‘every’ in a way that left little doubt as to her meaning.
My eyes widened as I remembered the sheer size of Alpha’s manhood, how it had stretched Sala so impossibly. The thought of another man, equally well-endowed, coming here specifically to meet me… it felt overwhelming. I felt a rush of heat between my thighs, my body responding traitorously to the idea.
“When… when will we meet him?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor of anticipation running through me.
“Soon,” Alpha replied, his silver-violet eyes seeming to pierce right through me. “Very soon.”
Sala rose from the bed, the silken sheets sliding off her nude form like water. She moved with a fluid grace that spoke of confidence and poise, padding across the carpet to what looked like a blank wall.
“Come, Tessara,” she called, beckoning me with a warm smile. “Let me show you what we’ll be wearing on the surface.”
My curiosity piqued, I slipped out of the warm cocoon of blankets and followed Sala. At her touch the softly glowing metal slid aside, revealing a closet with a dazzling array of colors and fabrics within.
“Oh, my,” I breathed, my eyes widening at the sight.
Sala chuckled softly at my reaction. “Beautiful, aren’t they? These are traditional Magisterian gowns, specially designed for our visit to Prosperia.”
She reached in and pulled out two dresses, holding them up for my inspection. The garments were unlike anything I had ever seen before. They were long, flowing affairs that would cover the body from neck to ankle, made of a shimmering fabric that seemed to change color as it caught the light. The bodices were intricately embroidered with delicate patterns of stars and swirling galaxies, while the full skirts fell in graceful pleats.
“They’re gorgeous,” I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It felt cool and smooth beneath my fingers, like liquid silk. “But I thought… I mean, on the ship…”
Sala nodded, understanding my unspoken question. “Yes, aboard Magisterian vessels, we wives and concubines typically remain nude. On Magisteria these dresses are for special public occasions when women are permitted clothing. But Prosperia has a different culture, one that values modesty in public spaces.”