Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Now, I think I’ve almost…almost got it, so just…just hold still,” she said breathlessly, as she shifted her body and pretended to position the blindfold some more. As she did, she pressed her right nipple to his lips.
Rax didn’t need any further invitation. He sucked her tender right tip into his mouth at once, lapping and swirling his hot tongue around her nipple before sucking it deep and hard, as he had the other one.
“Ohhh!” Breenah couldn’t help moaning. It felt even better when he sucked this nipple, if that was possible! Maybe because she knew what to expect now and had basically asked for it.
What are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be doing this! whispered the scolding little voice in her head that sounded a lot like Mistress Work-worthy. You ought to draw your leeza blade and slit his throat right now for daring to touch you and taste you so intimately!
But Breenah did no such thing. She didn’t want the giant to stop—her nipples were throbbing and between her legs she was getting so wet and slippery she could barely stand it, but still she didn’t want it to be over.
In fact, she might have stayed there on the step-up, letting Rax suck her nipples all night if the Last Meal gong hadn’t suddenly rung through the halls outside the Guard Room.
“Oh!” Breenah exclaimed and pulled away abruptly. “Oh, I must get to Last Meal!”
“Go on and go then, sweetheart,” Rax growled hoarsely. Through the slit in the blindfold, she could see that his strange, pale eyes were half-lidded and hungry. “But come back to me soon, all right? I’m gonna miss you while you’re gone.”
“I won’t be long,” Breenah told him as she climbed down and compressed the step-up again. “Er, we can continue our, uh, conversation later.”
“Right…our conversation,” he murmured and she caught another flash of his eyes before she turned and hurriedly left the Guard Room.
She had to get to Last Meal before someone suspected that something was wrong.
FOUR
RAX
Gods, what in the Seven Hells was he doing?
Rax shook his head, trying to clear it from the fog of lust that clouded his thoughts. The little female might not know it, but she was putting out fucking clouds of sex pheromones and her scent was driving him crazy.
What’s wrong with me? he wondered. I’m a prisoner here—I need to be trying to get back to my ship. Not fucking around with some sweet little virgin who’s never even seen a male before!
True enough, but it was damn hard to keep that in mind when Breenah was in the room with him. Her sweet, curvy body was incredibly ripe with those big, tight nipples and the puffy little pussy she couldn’t quite cover with the skimpy silver underpants she was wearing. The outfit that passed for a uniform here in her Compound was incredibly enticing, though he was certain it wasn’t meant to be.
He could still taste her skin—salty and sweet—when he licked his lips. Gods, he wished he could have tasted her honey! Her sweet little slit had been so close. If she had just raised that step-stool mechanism a little bit higher, he could have reached her with his tongue and…
You’re doing it again, Rax told himself. Fucking stop it and think of a way out of this mess!
But that was easier said than done when his head was filled with the curvy little female. Her smooth, brown skin and big brown eyes…the sway of her hips…the fullness of her breasts…the way she’d basically begged him to suck her berry-dark nipples by rubbing them against his lips until he couldn’t help himself anymore…
She’s hot for it—deep in need, Rax thought, remembering the way she’d been strutting back and forth in front of him, showing off her ripe body, her breasts jiggling with every step as the silver underpants pulled lower and lower, showing more and more of her sweet, puffy cunt lips. Breenah was absolutely beautiful—a hot little virgin temptress and also what the Kindred called an Elite—a female the Goddess had blessed with extra generous curves. And yet, she seemed surprised when he told her how gorgeous she was.
I wonder if all the other females around here are shaped like that bossy one who barged in and demanded Breenah go to Last Meal? he thought.
The other female had a flat chest and straight, boyish hips. In fact, she looked nearly asexual. And now he remembered that Breenah had accused him of making fun of her because she looked different from other females. If everyone in the Compound where he had been taken looked like the bossy one, no wonder Breenah felt out of place!
I could use that to my advantage, Rax thought. If she feels out of place here, maybe I can convince her to let me go and come with me—back to my ship. Then we could get out of here together.