Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
To add to his torment, her sweet and spicy flavor was still on his lips. He’d been wanting to taste her more fully ever since he’d “kissed her panties” at the Yonnite Leadership Meeting. Having her on her knees with her thighs spread so that he could slip his tongue all the way inside her had been so fucking erotic he’d nearly come just from her scent and flavor!
Saxon shifted, trying not to look at her so much. But then Mirabella stumbled and nearly fell, probably because she was so damn distracted by the internal pleasure she could barely walk!
Saxon was closest to her and he turned and caught her in his arms without even thinking about it. All her warm, willing, bare flesh was suddenly pressed against him and she was looking up at him with those gorgeous green eyes.
“Watch where you’re going!” he growled, but he held her gently against him, reluctant to let her go.
“Our Lady is just distracted by the pleasure she’s receiving from the pet devices,” Lynx said smoothly, though he made no move to take her from Saxon’s arms.
“Sorry but Lynx is right—I am, uh, kind of distracted,” Mirabella murmured, still looking up at him. “I guess it’s a good thing they didn’t make me wear anything to stimulate my—you know—my clit. If they had…” She trailed off, her light brown skin taking a rosy hue and he knew she was blushing.
“If they had, you’d be fucking coming right now, wouldn’t you?” Saxon asked roughly.
Biting her lip in that distractingly erotic way she had, Mirabella nodded.
“I’m so close…right on the edge. But I can’t quite—”
“Number forty-seven?” a loud voice called and Saxon looked up to see that they had reached the front of the line somehow. The attendant standing there had the standard three eyes and unibrow and was holding a light board in one hand.
“Put your pet on the table please, so I can be certain she’s properly arrayed for her visit to the Oracle,” he said briskly. “Come along, let’s hurry so we can move the line along please.”
Reluctantly, Saxon deposited Mirabella on the metal table—though there was at least a thin pad for her hands and knees, as there had been in the bathing tub.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” he growled at the attendant, who was standing on the other side of the table, staring at her.
“My Bond-Brother is correct—you may look but do not touch,” Lynx agreed, narrowing his golden eyes.
“Relax, gentlemen—I see a thousand naked females a day and not one of them is as desirable as my own beautiful mate,” the attendant told them.
“I swear to the Goddess if you start talking about her nipple-toes or toe-nipples or whatever the fuck they are—” Saxon started.
“Which I see your little female lacks—more’s the pity,” the attendant murmured, looking at Mirabella’s bare feet. Lynx had bundled up her clothes and shoes and added them to the pack he was carrying. They had brought a few supplies, not knowing how long they would be in the Oracle’s mountain.
“We’re perfectly happy with our Lady—I mean, our ‘pet’—just as she is,” Lynx said firmly. “Could you continue with the inspection please?”
“Yes, of course. Well…she seems to have the correct tail and it appears to be working.” The attendant made some marks on his board. “And I see the nipple jewelry…the collar…the leash…but no knee pads,” he added, frowning.
“Knee pads?” Saxon growled. “What the fuck does she need those for?”
“Oh, well a pet isn’t permitted to walk upright, you know,” the attendant said reprovingly. “She’s meant to be on her hands and knees, walking on the leash.”
“Our Lady has already put up with enough denigration,” Lynx said, his golden eyes flashing angrily.
“She’s not going to fucking crawl on the floor like an actual animal,” Saxon ended, glaring at the male.
“Well she cannot appear before the Oracle standing upright—it simply isn’t done!” the attendant said huffily.
“It’s all right, boys.” Mirabella’s voice was soft, for their ears only. “I mean—look at how I’m dressed. Or rather not dressed. You think it really matters if I’m walking or crawling?”
“It matters to us, my Lady,” Lynx said earnestly.
“Here.” The attendant reached under the metal table and pulled out a pair of stretchy black pads. “Slide these onto your pet’s legs with the padded part over her knees,” he commanded, pushing them across the table.
Saxon wouldn’t take them but Mirabella reached for them herself and pulled them on. Then she nodded at the attendant, a silent acknowledgement that she was ready to go.
“Very good.” The attendant made a final mark on his light board and nodded in apparent satisfaction.
“Beyond the doors you’ll find the moving walkway that will take you deep into the Oracle’s mountain,” he told them. “There is also an elevated moving walkway for your pet to ride to one side. Do not step off the walkway and don’t pay attention to things you may see in the mist along the way. The walkway will come to a stop when you get to the interface the Oracle has planned for you.”