Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“Oh dear,” Andi murmured.
“Oh, dear is right!” Flow-da blushed and giggled again. “Of course I realized almost right away that I’d forgotten to wear panties, but at first he was just rubbing against me and it felt really nice, you know? I even spread my legs a little to let him rub deeper. But then the head of his shaft found its way inside my cunny lips, you know?”
Andi just nodded, since a reply didn’t seem necessary.
“So then he was actually rubbing against my clitty and that felt even better,” Flow-da confessed. “So I bent even further over the bed and spread my thighs even wider—to let him really rub me good. Unfortunately, that opened up my cunny hole and the head of Hartford’s big shaft somehow just slipped right inside me!”
“Didn’t you try to stop him then?” Andi asked, eyes wide.
“Of course I did!” The Zo’rathian girl exclaimed. “I mean, there I was, bent over the bed, all spread out with my Manimal’s cock deep in my pussy! I knew I had to get him out of me before he knotted me or I might get pregnant. I was panting and trying to push him away—with my hips, you know—and telling him, ‘No, Hartford! Bad boy! Don’t fuck me any deeper—don’t knot me! Bad boy!’”
At this, Hartford made a low, interested sound in his throat and rubbed his head against Flow-da’s knee.
“No, don’t worry Hartford—I’m just telling a story,” Flow-da reassured him.
Though honestly, Andi thought the Manimal sounded more interested and horny than worried or anxious.
“So did you stop him from, uh, knotting you?” she asked.
“Oh dear—I’m afraid not!” Flow-da giggled into her palm. “Because the way I was pushing back with my hips, actually somehow pushed him deeper into me! The next thing I knew, his big thick knot was going right into my little cunny mouth and swelling inside me to tie the two of us together. Can you imagine? It was so naughty!”
“So, it’s considered wrong to, uh, let your Manimal breed you then?” Andi asked, feeling her cheeks get hot.
“It is, I’m afraid,” Flow-da admitted. “The New Order followers or ‘NOs’ have made everyone so ashamed of having sex with a Manimal, though to be honest, I know that a lot of women do it anyway,” she added almost in a whisper. “But it’s one thing to have sex with them—it’s another thing entirely to let them knot you and breed you. Because then you might get pregnant—and a big belly is a mark of shame.”
“But…how are you supposed to carry on your species then?” Andi asked practically. “Since all the men on Zo’rath Three are Manimals?”
“We’re not. We’re supposed to let ourselves die out—at least according to the NOs.” Flow-da made an indignant face. “Can you imagine? They say that The Incident was a judgment on us all and a sign that our race is too sinful to continue.”
“That’s awful!” Andi said, frowning. “And ridiculous. But…what happens if you turn up pregnant?”
“Oh, you carry the baby of course—you just kind of get a reputation as a loose woman. And none of the NOs will associate with you, but they’re all such sourpusses anyway—like Goodie Tight-azz.” Flow-da made a face.
“So I guess you were lucky you didn’t get pregnant that time your, uh, Manimal…”
“Knotted me? Yes—I was so lucky,” Flow-da confided. “Especially since once the knot swells inside you, you’re tied to your Manimal for ages. I can’t even tell you how many times Hartford fucked me and came deep in my cunny—I lost count! And when he finally pulled out, his cream just came pouring out of me. Isn’t that just awful?” She turned bright green and giggled again. “Not to mention how hard he was pounding inside me—why, my titties were swaying with every thrust and his big balls were slapping against my clitty—I even came! Came when my Manimal fucked me. Can you believe it?”
“Um…but it was an accident though, right?” Andi asked doubtfully. Though honestly, she wasn’t sure how accidental the incident the Zo’rathian girl was describing sounded.
“Well, the first time, yes,” Flow-da murmured. “But can you keep a secret?”
“Sure.” Andi nodded—though it seemed odd for the other girl to just now be asking her that, since she had already shared some extremely personal information.
Flow-da leaned forward and whispered,
“It wasn’t the only time I’ve let Hartford mount me and breed me.”
“Really?” Andi shook her head. “But aren’t you afraid you’ll get pregnant?”
“I am—I really am!” Flow-da admitted with wide eyes. “But well, it feels so nice. And besides, it’s always accidental. Well, mostly.”
“Really? How can you keep having accidents like that, though?” Andi asked doubtfully.
“Well, you know it’s the silliest thing, but I seem to keep forgetting to wear my panties,” Flow-da confessed. “And then I’ll bend over to get something—the other day I was on my hands and knees, trying to reach something that had fallen under the bed. I had my head down and my bottom up in the air and I was wearing my very shortest skirt that rides right up and shows my kitty when I bend over. I was already wet because I’d been letting Hartford lick my honey just a while before, you know.”