Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
I was suddenly unable to breathe.
His voice grew quieter when he finished, “The Go’Doan, particularly G’Liam, know many ways of healing. I urge you to consider using those vials. As much as this might be loathsome to you, I advise you test them first on an animal. If they’re safe, then use them. With what is happening, we all need more time with those having wise, composed heads.” His voice went downright low when he concluded, “And I would suspect the one who would need that time most is you.”
After delivering that, and with a short bow, he opened the door and walked through it.
I studied it after he closed it behind him, feeling a chill on my skin.
I knew what this chill meant.
My mother was hiding nothing.
Princess Serena
Private Play Suite, Dahlia Rooms, Heden District, Fire City
FIRENZE
There was a large mirror before her.
Her sheers were on the floor.
The cups of her brassiere were shoved down, pushing up her breasts, their rosy peaks stiffened and jutting with need.
Her wide belt of beads and fringe was about her hips, the bits dangling driving her mad as they consistently brushed her sensitive skin.
The curls between her legs were partly exposed to the eye.
Her arms were high above her, tethered at the wrists with suede straps.
There was a tool thrust inside between her legs that was long and bulbous, coming down to a narrow end with a handle that could be seen. It was filling her so wide, it would stay in place on its own. However, the walls of her cunt were spasming around it uncontrollably.
And he stood beside her, examining her arse like he was a physician vaguely interested in a patient.
Serena watched as he then swung back and landed a sharp swat on her already stinging cheek, the beaded fringe digging in, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed again.
Another sharp slap and he held on, gripping the abused flesh and bouncing it about.
Then a few lighter strikes that would almost seem affectionate, if she did not open her eyes and see he was more involved with opening the fly on his leathers with his free hand than he was in her.
“Please,” she whispered, needing his attention. Needing an admiring eye. An indication she was behaving rightly. That he liked what he saw. That he wanted what she was giving him.
That she was pleasing him.
He took his cock in his left hand and shifted slightly so he could take the handle of the tool inside her in his right.
With that, he fucked her as he stroked himself, turning his gaze to the mirror to watch his ministrations between her legs.
Her stomach tightened, her nub throbbed, her nipples ached.
Goddess, she needed release.
His eyes lifted to hers.
“Watch me fuck you,” he ordered emotionlessly.
Immediately, Serena looked down, seeing the slick, smooth wood disappear inside her then reappear. And again. Again. Again.
It was mortifying to be used thus.
It was also beautiful.
“Please,” she begged.
He thrust it up, left it inside and turned fully to her, shifting hands, left to right as he carried on stroking himself, but now not touching her.
“Do you know my name?” he asked.
She tore her gaze from his magnificent shaft and lifted it to his face.
“I—”
“I told you my name when we met. Do you know it?”
“You are Shen, of the Trusted,” she said.
“That is the name the person you asked after me was instructed to give. That is not my true name. The one I gave you when we met.”
Oh no.
“I’m sorry,” Serena whispered. “Our relations were such, I thought of naught else but what you gave me and everything else slipped my mind.”
He released his cock and struck her arse, one cheek, the next, back, again, and again, her breasts bobbing, her disregarded nipples in agony, until the pain drove up her pussy, convulsed at her clit, her head fell back, and he grasped both cheeks and squeezed hard.
She whinnied in sheer need.
He released her arse and pulled the tool from inside her, dropped it to the floor and thrust his cock through her crevice, gliding it along the lips of her wet.
She forced her gaze back to the mirror and saw the slick cockhead framed with her curls and the beads.
At the sight, the feel of him, Serena shivered everywhere.
“You lie,” he growled in her ear, easing his shaft back and forth between her legs, but not inside.
She did.
She did lie.
She did not remember his name, for when she met him, she did not think it would be worth remembering.
And she didn’t know if she wished to continue to lie, and make him angrier, earning what he might deliver, or if she should be honest and admit it.
She wanted to please him.
She only wanted to please him.
But she did not know how.
Mercifully, he told her.