Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Yes, it does!” Sky’lar looked upset. “Because I don’t want to hurt you. Hey, look at me…” She reached up to take his face in her hands until Torin reluctantly met her eyes.
“Yeah?” he rumbled.
“I want to make this good for you,” Sky’lar murmured, her pale blue eyes searching his. “I mean it, Torin. I want to make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt it before.”
Again the words of the book came back to him.
“You will be pierced. You will endure both pleasure and pain. The experience will change you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” he told her. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“I don’t want to just ‘get it over with,’” Sky’lar exclaimed passionately. “I want it to mean something. After this case is over, we’ll probably never see each other again—I want us to both have a good memory to carry with us forever.”
The idea of never seeing her again twisted Torin’s heart. No matter what the curvy little female was about to do to him, he still felt deeply for her—more deeply than he would have believed possible after such a short partnership. Maybe it was everything they’d been through together or maybe it was the fact that she’d had his blood but for whatever reason, he didn’t want to finish the case and walk out of her life forever.
“Why does it have to be over after the case is through?” he asked her.
“Well…because you’ve got your life and I’ve got mine,” she said reasonably. “But I’m not talking about the future—I’m talking about here and now. Kiss me.”
“What?” Her sudden demand surprised him.
“Kiss me—on the lips,” she clarified, maybe thinking that if he wasn’t told where to kiss her, he might do whatever he wanted. “Come on—come down here, Giant,” she added. “You’re so irritatingly tall.”
Torin surprised himself by laughing.
“You don’t like how tall I am?” he asked, leaning down to take her in his arms.
“Before I met you, I was pretty much always the tallest person in any given situation.” Sky’lar’s voice sounded slightly breathless, he thought, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I liked it that way.”
“You like being the dominant one—the one in control,” Torin accused her softly. “The problem is, so do I.”
“I don’t know about that,” Sky’lar murmured. “I seem to remember you being willing enough to let me dominate you on Yonnie Six. You told me to pretend I owned you—to handle your body as though you really were my bodyslave.”
Torin felt a rush of emotions flooding through him at her words—mostly lust mixed with shame, he admitted to himself.
“That was different—it was part of the mission,” he protested.
“You liked it.” Sky’lar kissed him teasingly on the lips.
“I like doing just about anything sexual with you, baby,” Torin growled, kissing her back. “That doesn’t mean I want you to fuck me, though.”
“You liked it when I jerked you off in the shower,” she purred in his ear. “You liked letting me have control of your body—how is this going to be any different?”
“I just think—” Torin began but just at that moment, the priestess returned. She held a bi-color, double-ended phallus in one hand and Torin couldn’t help noticing that both ends of it were the same size—and both were a lot larger than he liked.
“Now see—the purple end goes into your vaginal slit and you use the green end to penetrate your male,” the priestess explained. “Squeeze the reservoir in the middle to pump lube through both shafts at once. And this little button here will turn on automatically once you start thrusting and stimulate your clit,” she added, pointing to a rounded nub which protruded from the purple end of the phallus.
“Um…all right. Thank you.” Sky’lar pulled away from Torin and took the double-ended phallus carefully in both hands. She looked at it doubtfully.
“It’s bigger than what you’re used to, isn’t it?” Torin asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Indeed, the phallus was about twice the size of the one she’d been prepared to use on him in the ship. It was going to be a tight fit—for her as well as for him.
“Yes, it is,” she admitted. “But I’m sure the same could be said of you.”
“Well, since I’m not used to having anything up there, you’d be right,” Torin said dryly.
“Bay nine is empty,” the priestess said, interrupting them. “Go—and serve the Mother of Serpents well.”
She gave them both a little shove in their backs and Torin saw she was pointing to the far end of the enormous statue’s feet.
Right by the pinky toe, he thought as he and Sky’lar made their way around the base of the huge statue to the area they had been assigned.
Their “bay” as the priestess had called it, was surrounded on either side by the wooden lattice they’d seen from the observation deck. Close up, it looked more organic than Torin had expected—like someone had grown it rather than making it out of wood.