Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Her ex, Mark, had been pretty puny—about the size and length of a pickle spear. And her biggest toy back home was a respectable seven inches, but it was only half the girth of the Beast Kindred’s intimidating member.
The idea of that knot stretching her open was equal parts terrifying and, in a secret, shameful corner of her mind, thrilling. But if she ever tried it, she wanted to do it in private without an audience of hundreds of aliens watching her.
“Well if you’re not going to ride him, why did you sit on his lap?” Aria asked, looking genuinely confused. “Unless you just wanted to tease him some—I do that sometimes with Dinky. See?”
Before Kaitlyn could respond, Aria used her fingers to press the long, striped length of her husband’s shaft into the slippery blue slit of her pussy. She didn’t sheathe him, but rubbed the crown and several inches of him firmly against her inner pussy, up and down, in a slow, deliberate motion.
A muffled, strained groan emanated from the man beneath her, his striped hands gripping the chair arms tightly.
Aria giggled, increasing the pace slightly.
“Mmm, doesn’t that feel good, my love?” she cooed, casting a glance over her shoulder. “Be sweet to me and maybe I’ll ride you later.” She released his striped shaft—now shiny with her pussy honey—and looked challengingly at Kaitlyn. “Well? Aren’t you going to tease your husband too?”
Kaitlyn opened her mouth, a dozen polite excuses about propriety and dinner etiquette coming to her lips.
Then she caught the Empress’s gaze.
The ruler was watching her over the rim of her golden goblet—those sharp, knowing eyes missing nothing. There was expectation there—a silent command for the performance to continue. To refuse would be to fail, Kaitlyn understood—if she didn’t take Aria’s challenge, she would be giving away the charade she and Braze were engaged in.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, but there was no help for it—she had to do it.
“Er, yes—I do love to tease my husband,” she said, trying to inject a sultry confidence into her voice that she didn’t feel.
Reaching down, she closed her fingers around Braze’s cock. It was hotter than she remembered—like forged iron—and the skin was flower petal soft over his rigid core. A fresh bead of pre-cum welled from the slit as she touched him and she felt him tense under her.
Trying to mimic what she’d seen, she began to rub the broad, leaking head against the lace of her panties, the damp fabric providing a faint, frustrating friction.
But Aria was already frowning.
“Hey—you’re not even letting him feel your pussy! That’s what makes them really wild, you know—feeling all that warm wetness and knowing that they can’t be inside. Try again,” she demanded, her tone losing its giggly edge and becoming imperious.
Kaitlyn didn’t like being bossed around by a petite, bubblegum colored Barbie, but the Empress was still watching so she had no choice.
With trembling fingers, she used her other hand to part the vertical slit in her panties wider, exposing her own slick, heated flesh to the cool air of the hall for a fleeting second. Then, guiding the thick shaft in, she inserted the broad, plum-shaped crown of Braze’s cock into the opening.
The moment the sensitive head made contact with her bare inner pussy, a jolt of pure sensation shot through her, so intense her vision blurred for a second. He was so hot and so hard. His pre-cum—copious and slick—instantly coated her aching clit and inner lips as she began to rub him against herself, not taking him inside, but sliding his length against her soaked slit and aching clit.
The feeling was devastating. It was like scratching the most profound itch she’d ever had…yet it only made her need for the big Kindred deeper and more desperate. A soft, involuntary moan caught in her throat.
Oh God, so good—feels so good!
Her Protector must have felt the same because beneath her, he let out a low, growling groan that vibrated through his abdomen and into her very bones.
“Fuck, Mistress,” he ground out. “That feels fucking incredible!”
It felt indescribably good to Kaitlyn, too—so good she lost herself for a handful of seconds, her hips making tiny, unconscious circles, seeking more pressure…more of that exquisite friction. The world narrowed to the slick, hot slide of his broad crown against her clit…to the pounding of her own heart and to the raw, hungry sound of his breathing.
Then Braze’s hips started moving. Just a little at first, but then, somehow, the head of his cock found the mouth of her pussy. With a deep, rumbling growl, he thrust again and she felt the broad crown nearly breaching her entrance.
Oh God, was he really going inside her? And was she really going to let him?
“Oh look—it’s the next course. These are the Shalombow skooties I told you about, Aria.”