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)
“This way.” Sess’ely led her further around the trunk until they came to an area filled with giant steaming vats of colored liquid. There was red and green a blue and yellow—every color but purple.
“These are the dying vats,” Sess’ely explained. “But usually the only girls who work here are the ones the holy spiders don’t like. You dump the silk threads in there and swish them around with a paddle…” She pointed to a number of wooden paddles—each with a distinctive color that had been dyed into the wood. “And then you fish it out again when the silk is saturated enough.”
“Hey, this color here…” Celia went to stand near a vat of blue dye. The vat was waist-high to her and looked like it would hold hundreds of gallons.
“Oh—that’s Pleasure Blue. But we all call it ‘nipple blue’.” Sess’ely giggled. “Because it’s the exact color our nipples turn when the Mother Tree’s energy works on us and we start producing pleasure drops for our worshippers.”
“Yes, I can see that,” Celia murmured, casting an eye on the unicorn girl’s nipples, which were indeed a bright blue like the dye in the vat. “Er…how long did it take for your nipples to turn?” she asked, remembering that La’ver’na had said that it took some time for Sess’ely’s nipples to change color.
“Oh, well…it took a few days, actually.” Sess’ely blushed. “It didn’t really happen for me until I started letting my worshippers, er, worship me properly. I mean, with their cocks inside my pussy. You know?” She giggled and blushed a bright pink.
“Right—you must have been inexperienced and it made you uncomfortable,” Celia said, remembering what the priestess had said about Sess’ely being a virgin.
But the unicorn girl surprised her.
“Oh, it wasn’t that!” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, I was a virgin—emphasis on was.” She laughed self-deprecatingly. “But the reason I didn’t want to let my worshippers, er, worship me properly was because, well…they’re my brothers.”
“Excuse me?” Celia stared at her. “What did you say? Because I think I misunderstood you.”
“I said, they’re my brothers. My three older brothers, actually,” Sess’ely clarified. “We were on a trip to another galaxy together to buy a big load of F’olshon wine—it’s very expensive, you know. Anyway, we made the mistake of coming back through the wormhole. We thought it was safe but it destabilized right when we entered it.”
“That happened to our ship too,” Celia said. “It was scary!”
“So scary,” Sess’ely agreed. Her eyes went wide. “We nearly died! Our ship was so damaged it could barely fly. We just barely made it here to JoCosta Twelve and that’s when we found the Sisterhood of Peace and they allowed us to join them as long as my brothers agreed to act as my worshippers.”
“So…Priestess La’ver’na knew you were all related when she welcomed you into the Sisterhood?” Celia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yes, of course. She said it didn’t matter as long as we all were true believers in the Goddess of the Shining Heart. And as long as we would donate our load of F’olshon wine—which we did so they could sell it and use the money to fix our ship,” Sess’ely explained. “Of course, once our ship was fixed, we were supposed to go home and spread the light of the Goddess. But, well…we like it here. And we’re not sure the people back home on JoCosta Prime would understand our new relationship.”
By “new relationship”, Celia was pretty sure she meant the people on her home world wouldn’t understand why she was fucking her three big brothers. Which was still hard to wrap her head around.
“I mean…didn’t you feel like…wasn’t it hard to, uh, do that with…with your own brothers?” she asked at last.
“I mean sure—it was a little scary at first. But Priestess La’ver’na told us we wouldn’t be allowed to stay and couldn’t get our ship fixed if we didn’t join the Sisterhood—and you can’t join unless you have worshippers,” Sess’ely said, shrugging. “And then, of course, she said we couldn’t be proper members of the cult until my nipples turned blue and I started producing the pleasure drops for my brothers—I mean, my worshippers,” she corrected herself. “And since the Mother Tree’s energy wasn’t working on me fast enough, I had to let them, you know, worship me properly in order to turn my nipples blue.”
“I see,” Celia murmured. And she did see—that La’ver’na and the other authority figures here at the Sisterhood of Peace had basically stolen their shipment of expensive wine and kept them hostage in the Mother Tree, while encouraging Sess’ely and her brothers into an unconventional and unacceptable relationship…and now they were going to get killed for it—fed to the Mother Tree at some unspecified time in the future!
She remembered La’ver’na saying they wouldn’t make good emissaries for the Goddess because of their “situation”—by which she no doubt meant their incestuous relationship—a relationship that she had encouraged but she knew would be frowned on if Sess’ely and her brothers went home to JoCosta Prime. So the four of them were going to be fed to the damn tree instead.