Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
When I wake, the light has the quality of a warm afternoon. I have been left to sleep in the massive bed, though I can smell Ornix in the sheets, and I can even feel his warmth. I do not think it is long since he woke up.
I lie in bed for a while, just enjoying being safe and content and cozy. I can still feel the tender ache between my legs when I move them, and when I think of him and my lower muscles pull tight, there’s even more of a spark. I feel my clit tingle at the memory of being mated over and over, my pussy taking my mate and master. I never thought I’d have sex that much. Tempest talks about fucking all day, but she has no idea what that really means.
“Ornix?” I call for him from the comfort of the bed.
He emerges from somewhere nearby, almost as if he had been waiting. When he comes, he does so with a large platter of foods. There are cut fruits, cheeses, pastries, and more. There are several meats and some juices and cream to go on the baked goods. It is enough for an entire army, but it all seems to be for me.
“Eat,” he says. “You did not consume enough yesterday. You were too busy breaking every rule in the book, and, well. You know. You were there.”
“I was there,” I agree as I start to devour the offering. I know it’s probably some kind of weird coping mechanism from way back, but food really does feel like love sometimes. Right now, it feels like absolute adoration.
“You will need to keep your strength up for what is to come.”
“Why? What is to come?” I ask the question in between bites of flaky pastry.
“Your life in the keep is not going to be restricted to bed, though I admit I have been tempted to keep you here. Being my mate will eventually very much become about the tending of whelps, but…”
“Oh. See. I don’t want… I’m not really a kid person. My degree was in business, so. I was hoping to have a career. Maybe you could stay with the whelps and raise them.”
The expression on his face when I tell him that makes me giggle into my brioche.
“I will be doing some of the raising of the whelps, naturally. But my duties as leader, combined with the natural dependence of a young creature on its mother…”
“We can feed them milk and let the ponies raise them.”
I am somewhat joking, but only somewhat. I am not ready to mother anybody. I barely feel like an adult myself. The way Ornix treats me isn’t exactly like an equal either. He wants me to do as he says, birth his babies, accept my captivity. But it’s not going to be that easy.
I yearn for where I come from, and as spoiled as I might feel in this room of riches and delicious treats, I know I don’t belong here. Yesterday, I had no notion that this world even existed.
My shoulders are itching again. I thought I’d bathed pretty well last night, but maybe not.
“I’m going to take a bath,” I say.
He watches me go with an expression I can only describe as dangerously indulgent. He thinks I am trapped here. He doesn’t know I already have a way out. I go and I bathe, and I think of home while simultaneously pushing the thought of what will happen to me once I leave for Earth out of my mind.
As soon as I get a chance, once Ornix is busy with his advisors, I take the seal and I go to Equinox. I don’t know why I take the seal. I just do it, naturally, as if it belongs to me. It feels like picking up my phone. God, I miss my phone.
I open the door and go into the chamber, just like he said to.
“Oh, my god, you have computers in here!”
Equinox swings around and smiles at me. His dark hair is tied up in a ponytail and he’s wearing a T-shirt, which looks wild on a man with scales. It’s interesting to see a dragon dress like a human man. He’s even wearing dark jeans and trainers.
Ornix pretended to be human as well, but he was in a kind of disguise where you couldn’t see the scales or the eyes, or the full extent of his majesty. Equinox is just in his dragonkin shape, but he’s dressed like a gamer bro. I guess it makes sense. That’s what he is.
“Yes, they help with the coding,” he says. “You’re ready to go?
“Yes. Thank you.”
“I’m going to open a portal, you need to go through it, and get as far away from the portal as possible. They’re going to know it was opened. Ornix is going to feel it. He’s going to know you’re not on this plane anymore. And he’s going to come for you.”