Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“But I can’t come…come in public,” Cassie moaned. She was already exposed enough! All around her were the green-coated lab attendants going about their work and she was writhing naked on a table with an alien dildo fucking her and both big Kindred sucking her nipples at the same time.
“You certainly can!” the owl-like doctor said cheerfully. “No one here minds if you orgasm. Remember, this is all for science.”
“What if…what if I mind? Ohhhh!” Cassie moaned as her pleasure crested and the question abruptly became moot. Sparks of sensation shot through her nipples and pussy and her back arched helplessly as she came hard.
For a moment she was afraid she might fall off the side of the table, but Severin and Ravik were already reaching for her. She felt four big warm hands gripping her firmly, keeping her in place even as she writhed between them.
They rode out the orgasm with her and then Severin raised his head.
“I tasted sweetness,” he informed Dr. Verityx. “I think the nectar is flowing.”
“Here, too,” Ravik rumbled, straightening up.
“In that case, I think we can try the suction cups again,” the owl-like doctor said.
He hooked the cups to her aching nipples again and this time they didn’t hurt. Cassie was still moaning softly as she watched the golden nectar being sucked out of her over-full breasts and into the collection tubes.
As for the stim-U, it kept on working on her until she was afraid she might have another orgasm. But at least Ravik and Severin were on either side of her, stroking her hair and holding her hands.
“Do you feel all right, baby?” the Beast Kindred asked anxiously. “You came really hard just now. Maybe even harder than you came on my cock last night.”
“Is the stim-U bothering you?” Severin asked her, stroking her hair back from her forehead. “Let me know if you want us to take it out.”
“I’m afraid it must stay in during the nectar collection,” Dr. Verityx chirped. “But the good news is, we’re almost finished.”
It seemed to take forever, but at last her breasts were empty and the collection chambers were full. Dr. Verityx unhooked the suction cups and tapped twice with one feathered finger on the vagi-stim-U which promptly detached itself from Cassie’s pussy and scuttled across the table and into its own special drawer, which the owl-like doctor shut.
“It needs time to regain its strength between sessions,” he explained. “As I suspect you do yourself, my dear,” he added, nodding at Cassie. “Why don’t the three of you go back to your suite while I test the nectar? Have something to eat and relax. I’ll let you know the results as soon as I get them.”
Cassie had to admit she was hungry. Between the pain in her breasts and getting to the lab as quickly as possible, none of them had exactly had time for breakfast.
Ravik helped her back on with her robe and this time it was Severin who carried her because, as he put it, “it’s my turn.”
As Cassie lay her head against his shoulder and Ravik walked close beside them, she thought of how weird the nectar collection process was. It should have been a horrifying and invasive experience but having her guys by her side every step of the way had helped immeasurably.
I just wish the three of us could stay together forever, she thought wistfully. Wish they didn’t have such stupid rules about not sharing a mate.”
Because she knew she never would be able to choose between them. She belonged with both of them—between them—forever.
She just wished she could make them both see that.
62
RAVIK
Ravik did not like Cherubin Three food.
It wasn’t that it tasted bad, exactly—some of it was fine. One of the dishes looked like a stack of little golden cakes and tasted faintly of cinnamon, butter, and something smoky that might have been meat if he didn’t think about it too hard. Another was a thick purple mash that Cassie declared “alien mashed potatoes with delusions of grandeur,” which made the corners of Sev’s mouth twitch.
But most of the food wasn’t just to curb hunger—it all had a purpose—that was the problem.
Everything on the low table in their guest suite seemed to have been chosen by Dr. Verityx for some damn medical reason or other. There were stamina cakes, protein-rich grains, mineral nectar for Cassie, and a warm amber tonic that Lipshill had explained would improve “seminal output” in Kindred males.
Ravik had almost thrown his cup across the room when he heard that.
He had not done it because Cassie had been watching him with a little frown that seemed to say, “behave!” and because Sev had lifted his own cup and drunk the tonic without complaint.
Of course Sev had—the male would probably drink poison if some medical chart suggested it might help Cassie. In fact, he had basically done exactly that when he injected himself with the cure back in the bunker.