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)
“We understand completely.” Hold nodded.
“Good. And once you get back, do something for those nipples,” she added, looking down her long equine nose at Celia’s bare breasts. “I want to see them turning blue as soon as possible!”
Then she turned and flounced out of the large communal dining room without another word.
34
CELIA
“I don’t see how any of this is my fault,” Fierce growled as the three of them stood at the long, narrow wooden sink and washed the dirty bowls and spoons. “I was only saying what all of us were thinking—who offers to let a female suck his cock when she asks for a drink of water? It would be fucking insulting!”
Hold blew out a breath of apparent frustration.
“That’s not the point, Brother! The point is, they’re telling a story that’s sacred to them.”
“You can’t go making fun of someone’s religious beliefs,” Celia said, agreeing with the Light Twin. “I know everything they were saying was silly, but Dios, we’re trying to get the ship fixed—try not to get us kicked out before that happens, okay?”
“Yeah, all right.” Fierce sighed and ran a wet hand through his hair, which made it stick up in spikes and whorls. “Sorry. It’s just so fucking silly.”
“Well, silly or not, we have to respect their beliefs—at least until we get out of here,” Celia remarked. She wiped her forehead with the back of her arm. “Dios, this is a lot of bowls.”
“Oh, are you getting tired, goddess?” Fierce asked, making an elaborate bow that dripped cold water on the floor from the bowl he was holding. “Can I offer you my cock to sit on? I promise it’s extremely comfortable once it slides up inside your tight little pussy and pumps you full of my cum.”
Celia couldn’t help laughing as she slapped him on the arm, though she could feel her cheeks getting hot too. The image of sitting on the Dark Twin’s lap, as Sess’ely had sat on her worshipper, and letting his hard cock slide deep inside her wouldn’t quite leave her mind’s eye.
It’s just the Mother Tree’s crazy energy making you hot and horny, she told herself. Stop thinking about it, Celia—it’s not going to happen! Remember Peter—you’re going to marry him as soon as you get home.
If they ever did manage to get home, that was.
They finished the dishes at last, leaving all the wooden bowls in the drying racks. It occurred to Celia that none of the wood that came in contact with the water was warped or ruined in any way. They must coat it with some kind of waterproof resin or something, she thought. Or maybe it was the Mother Tree protecting itself? She didn’t know and since they were hoping to leave here soon, she didn’t plan to find out.
“There—that’s done.” Hold sighed and shook his head. “Try to hold your tongue next time, Brother—I’d rather not do this particular chore again.”
“Me either!” Celia said emphatically. “Come on—let’s get back to the dorm.”
“Why, so Hold and I can have another try at turning your nipples blue?” Fierce gave her a half-lidded look. “I wouldn’t mind sucking them some more…or maybe tasting your sweet little pussy.”
His words combined with the relentless energy of the Mother Tree made Celia so hot she could hardly stand it. But of course she wasn’t going to let the Dark Twin know that he was affecting her.
She gave him an exasperated look.
“Fierce, do you always have to—”
“Shhh!” Hold put a finger to his lips, his eyes growing wide.
“What? What is it?” Celia whispered. Fierce seemed to be hearing something too, because he had his head cocked to one side and was frowning with intense concentration.
Remembering their sharp Kindred senses, Celia realized they must be hearing something she couldn’t—like a dog hearing a dog whistle. But after a moment of heavy silence, she heard it too—it was a familiar voice—several familiar voices in fact.
“…wish you hadn’t marked Sess’ely as the next to be Chosen to be one with the Mother Tree,” the first voice said. It was the Mistress of Silks, Celia realized.
“You always were ridiculously fond of that girl,” the second voice, which was immediately identifiable as La’ver’na, answered.
“Yes, but she was so innocent and sweet when she came to us,” the Mistress of Silks protested. “And she’s still very sweet, even though she can’t strictly be called innocent anymore.”
“She may be sweet but she’s useless as an emissary of the Goddess,” the priestess replied. “You know we can’t send her back to JoCosta Prime to try and bring us new converts—not with her, er, situation. Think of the outcry we’d get!”
“Yes, I know…I know,” the Mistress of Silks sighed. “It just seems a shame that she must feed the Mother Tree when she’s still so young.”
“But the Mother Tree must be fed so that she will nourish all of us and we may spread the light of the Goddess,” La’ver’na pointed out. “I’ll tell you what-we’ll give her a little more time before we take her and her worshippers up to Branch Five. But sooner or later, they must go—the Mother Tree grows hungry, even with all the sexual energy of the new recruits.”