Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
And after that, he wanted to lap up her juices and do it all again. Like all Kindred, he had a biological need to go down on his female—Iyanna wasn’t the only one who had been cheated out of what she was aching for.
To tell the truth, he’d forgotten all about the damn banquet in his desire for her. Remembering that they were obligated to stop what they were doing and go spend a couple of hours with the self-important Minister of Botany and a bunch of other Lix’dorians—which were a people Dra’vik was rapidly beginning to loathe—was like getting a splash of cold water in the face just when he was sinking into a warm bath.
But there was no putting off the banquet—it was the only way to get the plants they had come for—the plants that would save the Monstrum Mother Ship.
“Fuck!” he growled in frustration. “Fine—give us a minute.”
“Please, hurry!” the robot attendant said earnestly. “The Minister of Botany—”
Dra’vik slammed the door in the metallic fucker’s face and went back into the bedroom. He was disappointed to find that Iyanna was already off the bed and putting on a new outfit—a golden one this time.
The gold outfit was at least a little less see-through than the red one she’d had on earlier, though it still had triangular cut outs over her breasts, pussy, and ass that showed all her assets.
“Hey, use the modesty patches, at least until we get to the banquet,” Dra’vik growled. He didn’t like the idea of other males seeing her beautiful, curvy body—he wanted to keep that gorgeous sight all to himself.
He was well aware that this possessiveness wasn’t good—it wasn’t like he could actually have the little female for his own on a permanent basis. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself! Opening her pussy with his tongue had created an expectation that echoed through his entire body.
A Drake Monstrum almost never opened a female unless he then proceeded to breed her long and hard, planting his Breeding Barb deep inside her and tying her to him firmly with his Bonding Knot. And even though Dra’vik knew mentally that wasn’t going to happen, physically he was ready to take her.
Too ready, he thought, looking down at the long ridge of his cock, which was trapped and throbbing in his trousers.
“I thought of trying to wear the patches until the last minute already,” Iyanna said, interrupting his train of thought. “But look…”
She picked up a gold fabric triangle that matched her new outfit and tried to stick it in place over her breasts. But the moment she let go of it, it fell off and landed on the floor at her feet.
“I forgot they scanned my luggage too,” she said ruefully, shaking her head. “Every single one of my Lix’dorian outfits must have gotten demagnetized.”
“Fuck.” Dra’vik sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Sorry, little girl.”
“It’s okay.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll just have to be an exhibitionist.” She lifted and tossed her long hair. “I don’t care if people look as long as nobody but you touches me.”
“They won’t—I swear it by the Goddess,” Dra’vik growled, eyeing her possessively.
The golden fabric looked especially good with her brown skin tones—her full breasts and berry dark nipples were incredibly tantalizing. To see her was to want to touch her—keeping his hands off her tonight was going to be challenging.
“I thought you looked good in red, little girl,” he told her. “But you look fucking amazing in gold.”
“Thank you. Jewel tones and metallics are my best colors.” She smiled. “Well—are we ready to go?”
“Fuck…I guess so.” Dra’vik looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same clothing he’d had on this whole trip. He would have liked a shower and a change, but that wasn’t going to be possible now. And anyway, he’d lost the small carryall case he’d brought with him back at the spaceport.
“Come on then.” Iyanna took his hand in her much smaller, softer one. “Let’s get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get this over with and come back to the room.”
“Thought you wanted to go straight to the spaceport from the banquet, little girl?” Dra’vik rumbled.
“Well…I thought maybe we could wait until tomorrow to fly out. After all, don’t we have some unfinished business?” She shrugged and smiled up at him—a naughty, mischievous smile that he was beginning to love because of the way it lit up her face and turned her from gorgeous to goddess.
“Fuck yes, we do, little girl,” Dra’vik growled hungrily. “I’m not nearly done tasting your pussy yet.”
She lifted her chin and gave him a bold smile.
“Good—because I was just about to come and I’m still really needy down there.”
“I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Dra’vik promised. “Over and over and over again. Come on—let’s get this fucking banquet over with.”