Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Better not,” Sel growled. “Mordren’s already angry enough—the Court has chosen and he’s not the one they picked.”
“Do you really think so?” I gave the crowd a hesitant wave and the chanting increased in volume and intensity.
“You have to ask?” Sel said dryly. “Clearly the Court felt the Royal energy you were putting out.”
“Royal energy?” I frowned.
“Feels like waves of pleasure washing over you,” he explained. “Only a true Queen of the line of Lolth can project it—you just nearly made the whole fucking audience come in their fucking trousers, Princess!”
“I did?”
“Fuck, yes,” Sel growled. And you handled your Thirst very well—you didn’t drain Krynn or kill him, so now they trust you. Mordren was trying to prove that they needed another hundred years of his Regency—you proved him wrong.”
It seemed strange to me that the act of biting and fucking Krynn in front of the crowd could make them trust me—and even stranger that the pleasure I had felt had somehow been communicated to them. But maybe Sel was right, I speculated—maybe I had been putting out some kind of energy. I had certainly felt waves of it crashing over me during the pleasure loop that Krynn and I had created as I bit him—both of us had been coming over and over again. Had the Nobles and High Fae of the Court really felt our pleasure as their own?
“Look, we can’t stay here, Princess,” Sel said, interrupting my speculation. “We need to make some distance between Mordren and us—and also between us and any possible assassins. Have to get back to the Cavern of Lolth as soon as possible.”
“All right—can I take this thing off me—out of me, though?” I asked, nodding down at the Spelled Gold phallus.
“We’ll make a quick stop at the dressing room,” Sel decided. “Then we’re out of here.”
We made the fastest stop imaginable—just long enough for me to pull out the phallus—(a gush of lube-cum came with it) and to throw Krynn’s robe on. I gathered my banquet dress to my chest to hide my bare breasts and then the three of us made our way back to safety.
46
Lily
“Is he all right?” I asked, as we staggered into the Cavern and Sel lowered Krynn down against the side of the large marble tub.
“He will be in a while.” He was already fiddling with the golden swan’s wings so that water rushed out of its beak to fill the tub. “This happens sometimes after his Needing Cycle is finally satisfied,” he added. “He gets weak and disoriented. He just needs to get cleaned up and kept warm. I usually let him sleep with me on nights like this—he seems to need lots of extra contact for some reason.”
“Well, since we’re all sleeping together, that shouldn’t be a problem,” I pointed out. I looked down at myself and grimaced. “I know that bath is probably for Krynn, but can I get in with him? I’m a sticky mess.”
“Actually, I thought all three of us could take a bath together.” Sel reached around behind the golden swan’s body and pressed something. To my shock, the marble bathtub suddenly began to grow until it was big enough for three.
“Oh my God—how did you do that?” I demanded, when it finally stopped.
“Magic of course. Not mine though—it’s built into the tub,” Sel answered matter-of-factly. “Come on—let’s get undressed and get in.”
The three of us stripped—Krynn still moving in slow-motion as though he’d been drugged—and then got into the tub together. Sel sat in the back, I was in the middle, and Krynn was in front with his wings folded back into place. He swayed for a moment as though he might fall over, so I put my arms around him and eased him back until his head was resting against my breasts.
“My Lady,” he murmured, looking up at me dreamily. “You are too good to me.”
“I’m just trying to take care of you, Krynn.” Leaning over him, I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you, my Lady,” he murmured and his eyelids fluttered closed.
Sel watched as I cradled the lighter Fae against me in the warm water that lapped around us.
“I don’t know why he gets like this,” he rumbled, sounding worried. “So weak he can barely hold his head up!”
“I think I might know,” I said, thinking of all the spicy BDSM romance I’d read. “It’s something called ‘sub-drop.’”
“Sub-what?” Sel demanded. “What in Lolth’s name is that?”
“Sub-drop is the term for the condition a submissive falls into sometimes after a particularly intense scene,” I explained to Sel. “Krynn submitted to me completely—he gave himself totally when he let me fuck him and bite him. But in order to do that, he had to get into a very specific mental state called “sub space.”
“Is that when his eyes get all unfocussed and he’s willing to give you anything?” Sel asked. “I thought that was just part of the Needing.”