Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“You want to jerk me off,” he said flatly. “Well good fucking luck.” And he nodded down at his shaft.
Andi saw in dismay that he was now completely limp, the long, dark red member lying dormant against his inner thigh.
Queen Pantyitch looked even more dismayed than Andi.
“What happened to the splendid erection you had when you came in here?” she demanded.
“I don’t know. Maybe watching my fellow Kindred getting sucked dry and being threatened with the same fate myself was kind of a turn-off,” Thrax growled sarcastically. “It’s also hard to feel horny when you think you might get fed to the fucking kroc-o-wows at any minute.”
“You still might meet your end in the swamp if you don’t cease your insolence!” Queen Pantyitch snapped. She looked at Andi. “See—this is why we need the milking machine! Our machines don’t allow the studs we use them on to wonder if they’re ‘in the mood’ to produce or not. They can force arousal.”
“No—nobody’s forcing anyone!” Andi exclaimed. “I can manage this myself—I just need a comfortable place for Thrax to sit so I can reach him.”
Because of their height difference, doing anything sexual while standing was going to be difficult—not to mention extremely awkward. Plus, asking for a chair allowed her a little time to think.
“Very well,” Queen Pantyitch said, nodding. “Then we shall go back to my private lounge. You can tend to your male-wife in comfort before the fire. But I warn you, he’d better produce my hospitality gift or the two of you are going to be sorry!”
Andi was already sorry—extremely sorry that she’d agreed to come to this horrible milking farm in the first place! But there was no way out now other than to do what their hostess demanded—otherwise she and Thrax were probably going to wind up in the swamp and that wasn’t where she wanted to spend the night.
18
THRAX
“I’m so sorry about this,” Andi whispered in his ear as Thrax settled back in the high green chair in front of the fire.
“I’m fucking sorry too,” he growled—and meant it. He never should have agreed to come to this place without their ship and their blasters in the first place.
He couldn’t really blame Andi, though she was the one who had made the decision—he would have chosen to do the same thing himself. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—their best chance to rescue Commander Kier. Who could have guessed that Queen Itchy Panties would go from a gracious hostess to a demanding, narcissistic psychopath so quickly? Now he had to come for her or die—not a very appealing choice.
Unfortunately, he was still as limp as a wet noodle—despite the fucking tail inside him—which wasn’t especially comfortable to sit on. He either had to sit straight upright or lounge back with his legs spread to try and get comfortable with the long black rod inside him.
Thrax chose the lounging position, which seemed to work for Andi. His partner was straddling him and currently trying to get him hard…but it wasn’t working. As good as her soft little hand felt on him and as much as he liked having her full breasts with their tight pink nipples jiggling in front of his face as she worked him, Thrax just couldn’t get in the mood.
He kept seeing Commander Kier—the poor bastard—being fucking raped by the milking machine. And when he did manage to tear his thoughts away and tried to concentrate on Andi and what she was doing to him, he kept on seeing the Mistress and hearing her throaty voice in his ear.
That’s my beautiful boy—do you want to come for me? Do you want to spurt all over the floor at your Mistress’s feet?
The two conflicting memories were warring in Thrax’s mind and giving him the worst case of limp-dick he’d ever had in his life. And of course, it didn’t help that Queen Pantyitch was sitting in the chair opposite them, watching them like a fucking Y’rengrin bird of prey.
“How long is this going to take?” she demanded now as Andi worked frantically between his thighs. “I don’t have all night, you know and my business partner will be here at any time!”
Andi gritted her teeth and turned her head to look at the other woman.
“It might help if you gave us some privacy! We’re not exactly used to performing for an audience!”
Thrax expected their hostess to snap back but instead she rolled her eyes and rose from her chair.
“Oh, very well—if you’re having performance issues, I suppose I’ll step to the other side of the room for a few minutes. Turg, give them a collection bag in case our guest’s male-wife finally gets it up.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Turg scurried around and came back in a moment to press a large plasticine bag with a narrow opening into Andi’s hand.