Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
…until she pinches the hard knot at the base of my shaft. My eyes nearly roll back in my skull with the sharp bite of pleasure. I snort like the bull I am and my hips jerk, my tail flicking wildly behind me. I rock against her mouth, and when she makes a noise of encouragement, I shuttle between her glorious lips. Her fingers work the base of my cock, soothing and stroking my knot before giving it another sharp pinch.
This time, I come, exploding my release into her mouth. I expect her to jerk away, to recoil as she should, because a Taurian comes with fierce, copious release. But not this incredible woman. She swallows what she can of my seed, and then rubs the leaking tip of my cock all over her chin until she’s coated, my release dripping onto her gorgeous tits.
“I feel better,” she comments, her mouth rosy and pink and still messy with my seed. “How about you?”
I just groan. Again.
Gwenna uses her skirt to mop the rest of the mess off her face, and then gets to her feet. She grimaces at the sight of her clothing, and then shrugs. As I stand there, my cock throbbing, my knot swollen with the force of my release, she picks up her new weapon and then crooks a finger at me, indicating I should lean down.
When I do, she kisses the end of my nose, right between my nostrils. “I’m going to change. Might want to tuck yourself in before the others return.”
Bossy thing.
I mucking love it.
Thirty-Six
Gwenna
Knowing that you’re going to feel the dead below the ground doesn’t soften the blow of descending into the caverns. I’ve got my pack on my back, my new weapon slung through a leather loop in my belt, and I’m roped to the others as Master Jay leads us into the practice tunnels.
We’re in the very first drop. The shallowest of tunnels, the ones closest to the surface. These are considered the practice tunnels, which new students are brought to so they can get a feel for what being a guild artificer is about before they delve into the deeper maze of the Everbelow. This is as introductory as it gets.
Yet the moment we descend, my skin begins to crawl.
“Note the height of this tunnel,” Master Jay begins as our team follows along behind him like ducklings. The weirdest set of ducklings ever, perhaps. Kipp is in the lead, with Arrod and Hemmen behind him. I’m behind them, and Raptor takes up the rear.
Arrod wanted Raptor in the second spot, as befitting a team’s shield (to Kipp’s sword), but Raptor declined. “You’re not going to be able to see around me,” he told us. “And I already know what I’m doing down here.”
When the others turned away, he pinched my butt. I smacked him, but only half-heartedly. My head is swimming, the dizzying fog starting to creep into my senses and muting the voices of the others.
“The farther in you go, the more likely the tunnels will be a great deal narrower, so keep that in mind,” Master Jay continues. “If the fit gets too tight, you are always welcome to widen the pathway…with the right permits filed, of course.”
“Of course,” Arrod pipes up, and I don’t know if he’s mocking the teacher or just enthusiastic.
“This particular tunnel goes on for two yents in this direction and three in the other. It’s rumored to be one of the first tunnels dug out by Sparkanos and his people. For all that it’s historical, I’m sorry to say that this particular tunnel is devoid of all artifacts.”
A sour feeling drifts through me, as if saying wrong. I don’t know if it’s my thought or a dead person’s, but a moment later, I feel a throb, like a bug bite, off in the distance. More whispers fill my ears in languages I don’t understand. They hiss and chatter, drowning out whatever Master Jay says next, and I blink repeatedly, trying to focus on Hemmen’s collar ahead of me. He’s got a lantern on a staff, like the one I’d carried for the Taurians the other day.
The light doesn’t seem nearly bright enough to push away the darkness around us. Normally I’m not afraid of the dark, but this one has ghosts in it, and they’re whispering in my ear. I stare into the shadows, my skin covered in goose bumps.
I don’t notice that we’re moving forward until the rope gets tight at my waist, jerking me forward.
“Keep up,” Hemmen calls back.
“Sorry.” I walk a little faster.
“You all have your pickaxes and your shovels, I trust?” Master Jay asks, pausing again as the cavern opens. The rock walls sweep away, revealing what looks like the crumbled remains of a temple pushed off to the side. The strange, pervasive lichen that covers everything down here is all over the marble bricks and the shattered columns, and the ceiling arches so high that it disappears in our lantern light.