Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
At first Lan’ara wasn’t certain he would take the offered nipple. His bronze eyes widened in surprise and his lips remained closed. But then he parted them and licked her, his tongue coming out to swirl around the aching bud in a leisurely fashion.
“Oh…” Lan’ara whispered, her whole body tingling with the intimate touch. She had that sensation again—the one she’d had earlier, of a flower opening inside her—a blossom every bit as hungry as the ones that were busy between her thighs. It was like her whole body was transformed into one throbbing need and the need she felt was to have him touch her.
“Hmm…it is sweet,” Need growled. And then he took her whole nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply.
“Ahhh!” Lan’ara threw back her head and moaned breathlessly. The feeling of the big Kindred’s mouth on her sensitive bud seemed to be exactly what she needed to push her over the edge. She had been teetering there for what seemed like forever, caught between the pleasure the wash blossoms were giving her and the embarrassment of letting her new owner see her come all over again.
Now she lost the battle completely and fell…or rather soared, because it felt a little like flying, she thought, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. It was a loss of control and yet it felt so good, she couldn’t mind it.
“Oh!” she moaned as Need sucked her nipple and the wash blossoms between her legs lapped at her pussy. “Oh yes, my Lord Need! Oh, that feels so good!”
He rode out her pleasure, as he had before, and didn’t stop sucking until Lan’ara trembled and fell forward from the edge of the tub.
“I’m sorry, my Lord,” she gasped when he caught her. “Reaching the peak seems to…to make me weak.”
“It’s all right, girl.” He cradled her in his arms and looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his darkly handsome face. “Better now?”
“Yes, I…I think so,” Lan’ara said. “Oh…I don’t feel them anymore,” she added in surprise.
For the petal-soft mouth that had been sucking her clit was suddenly gone. And, as they both looked down between her thighs, she saw that the wash blossom that had been clamped on her pleasure bud was gone.
“Looks like the wash blossoms have had their fill,” the big Kindred remarked as the last few flowers dipped into her pussy honey and then withdrew, taking their long, trailing vines with them. “I guess they all just wanted a taste of you. Can’t say that I blame them for that.”
“You can’t?” Lan’ara looked up at him. “What…what do you mean, my Lord?”
“I mean your pussy honey is damn near addictive, girl.” He frowned at her, as though this was her fault. “And that nectar you’re leaking from your breasts tastes almost as good.”
“Not leaking anymore,” Lan’ara pointed out, looking down at herself. The amber nectar was no longer beading at the tips of her nipples. It was as though reaching the peak—coming, as Need called it—had cured her of her strange malady.
“Not now, anyway,” he growled. “But we need to find out what in the Seven Hells is going on with you.” He frowned. “Didn’t the slaver say you’d been given some kind of ‘lust’ something or other?”
Lan’ara shook her head.
“I don’t know anything about that, my Lord. We did get shots at the academy, but they were meant to inoculate us against alien diseases. And…” She stopped, frowning.
“And what?” he demanded.
Lan’ara shook her head.
“I don’t know. The nurse did say the shots they gave us would make our lives easier on our new home worlds and make us very, er, appealing to our new owners.”
She didn’t want to admit that the nurse had said it would make her irresistible. It might make the big Kindred angry if he thought he was being manipulated somehow—even though Lan’ara had no intention of manipulating him. She had no idea what was happening to her body at all.
“Maybe that’s it then.” He frowned. “Maybe they injected you with some kind of lust compound.”
“It might explain why the wash blossoms were so attracted to me, I suppose,” Lan’ara said carefully.
His frown deepened. “They’re not the only things being attracted, girl.”
Suddenly he pushed her off his lap, leaving Lan’ara to stand on wobbly legs as he got up off the floor.
“My Lord?” she asked uncertainly.
“I swore to myself I wouldn’t touch you again,” he growled, glaring at her. “And the next thing I know, I’m sucking your sweet nipples and holding you in my arms.”
Lan’ara felt cold all over.
“Forgive me, my Lord! I swear I wasn’t trying to entice you. The blossoms, they—”
“I’m not blaming you, girl,” he snapped. “It’s my own fault. I was weak, Gods damn me! Don’t worry, though—it won’t happen again.”
“What won’t happen?” Lan’ara asked, her heart thudding in her chest.