Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Fierce didn’t say anything—his shaft was still hard and he seemed to be in a bad mood. Celia wondered if being horny made the Dark Twin grumpy—it wouldn’t surprise her. To be honest, she was feeling kind of grumpy herself—and needy. If only she’d had time to find a bathroom and take care of herself!
They got a little relief from the intense desire caused by the Mother Tree’s energy while they were all on the sky-lifter. But the moment they stepped off onto Fourth Branch, Celia felt it again. In fact, if anything it seemed to be stronger here on the higher branch.
“I wonder what’s on Second Branch that makes it forbidden to males,” Hold remarked. “I thought La’ver’na said some kind of work was going on there.”
“Maybe we’ll find out tomorrow when we get our work assignments,” Celia said, shrugging.
“It didn’t look any fucking different from the other branches,” Fierce said, joining the conversation at last. “Not that I really care. Being in this fucking tree is driving me crazy—doesn’t matter what branch we’re on!”
“Maybe we’ll all feel better once we get something to eat,” Hold suggested. “Come on—I think the dining area must be this way.” He pointed to where several other goddesses, surrounded by their worshippers were headed.
Celia saw Sess’ely and her three goat men and several other groups like them. But she also saw other species—there were a few other humanoids like herself and the guys and one group of blob-like people that seemed to be made of round, moving lumps of colorful Play-Doh. They must have come from a far distant galaxy across the universe, she thought, remembering that La’ver’na had told them the wormhole opened onto many different galaxies but apparently dumped everyone out here, when it became destabilized.
They followed the crowd to a vast area carved out of the Mother Tree’s trunk. It was at least four times the size of the dormitory they were staying in and Celia marveled as she looked around—it was like an enormous cave but carved out of wood instead of stone, she thought.
Everyone filed in and Celia saw that there was a huge wooden caldron in the center of the large room, which seemed to serve as a kind of focal point. But there were also smaller areas scattered all around the room which each had smaller wooden caldrons and a number of cushions to sit on.
The rest of the crowd was forming a line at the central cauldron, so the three of them did as well. Celia was interested to see how in the world the huge wooden cauldron was being heated without it bursting into flames. But when they got up close, she saw that instead of a fire, there were heaps of what looked like bright red flowers at the cauldron’s base. These weren’t exactly burning, but they were giving off heat and the contents of the wooden cauldron seemed to be bubbling. A sweet, slightly cloying scent wafted up from the steaming liquid which was thin and brown, like watery coffee, Celia thought.
La’ver’na herself was serving the liquid to everyone in thin cups that were made of the papery white bark of the Mother Tree.
“The Blood of the Mother, the Heart of the Goddess,” she said formally as she ladled some into a bark cup and handed it to Celia. “I see your nipples are not yet blue,” she added, disapprovingly.
“Oh, er…” Celia looked down at her exposed breasts. She didn’t like going around with her boobs on display, but since everyone else was doing it, she felt like it would be almost more awkward to try and cover up.
“It’s not for lack of trying,” Fierce growled, as he also accepted a cup of the thin brown liquid. “We’ve been sucking our goddess’s nipples and fingering her tight little pussy as much as possible, Priestess.”
Celia felt her cheeks getting red, but she didn’t dare to contradict the Dark Twin. She shot him a furious look and he gave back a smirking smile that seemed designed to irritate her.
“Well keep up your efforts,” the unicorn priestess said, handing a cup of the liquid to Hold who was in line behind Fierce. “And don’t forget to stimulate her pussy with your mouths and tongues as well.”
“We’ll take your advice to heart, Priestess,” Hold said formally, nodding his thanks.
“Very well. I know this is your first meal with us,” La’ver’na said. “Just find a Mother pot with three cushions and be seated. The Mother Tree will produce the Goddess’s bounty as soon as everyone is settled.”
A Mother pot? Celia wondered if that was what the smaller wooden cauldrons were called. And how was the Mother Tree supposed to “produce” anything for them?
They were soon to find out because Hold pointed and said,
“There’s a pot with three cushions.”