Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Welston, really! What is the meaning of this? Why have you lost your erection just as I was about to enjoy feeling it inside me?”
“Forgive me, my Lady,” the guard croaked. “Only it’s just, your Other Half—we fear her! She hasn’t been seen in so long but most of us still remember stories from our Sires of when she ruled the stronghold and how cruel she was!”
“Now then, Welston, don’t be dramatic!” Lady Twa’linda exclaimed. “And the rest of you, perk up and stop drooping. Why, I dare say I couldn’t find a single hard cock amongst the lot of you right now and all because I mentioned my Dark Face.”
“Er, I’m sure your Dark Face is very nice, Lady Twa’linda,” Lucy said tactfully. She noticed that while every other man in the room seemed to have gone limp, T’zaren’s primary shaft was as hot and hard as ever in her hand. “But I would really rather do business with you—with your Light Face, I mean.”
“Oh well, if you wish.” Lady Twa’linda said, smiling coquettishly. “Though my Dark Face can be most amusing as well, I can’t help but be flattered that you prefer me.”
“We much prefer you,” Lucy assured her earnestly.
Lady Twa’linda leaned closer to her.
“I wouldn’t really let her out, you know,” she murmured. “Shin’dara, I mean—my Dark Face. She’s horrid and she causes no end of trouble with my guards. She just loves male penetration, you know. I mean she likes penetrating them,” she added, clarifying for Lucy’s benefit. “So of course they all fear her. I have her locked up tight enough that she’ll never escape again but I like to drop her name every now and then…just to keep them in line.” She nodded at her assembled guards and tittered.
“Oh!” Lucy tried to laugh. “Yes—you have to remind them who’s the boss, right?” she said to Lady Twa’linda.
“Exactly my dear! They’re not all as beautifully behaved and ready to serve as your manservant is. Such lovely devotion, saying that his body is meant only to serve and pleasure you! I dare say you let him penetrate you every night.”
“Oh, uh, yes. Absolutely.” Lucy nodded her head, not wanting to offend her guest. “I, um, love the feeling of his, er, shafts inside me,” she went on. “And he’s extremely good at pleasing me.”
“Really? Does he use his tongue well?” Lady Twa’linda asked, raising her silvery eyebrows in apparent interest.
“Use his tongue? Er, where?” Lucy asked uncertainly.
“Why on your pussy, of course my dear! Your nipples and other sensitive parts as well, but I do love a manservant who can do a good job licking pussy.”
“Oh, T’zaren licks pussy like a pro!” Lucy said quickly. She was trying not to catch the big Monstrum’s eye as she spoke—she was afraid she would either blush herself to death or break out laughing. It seemed like such a ridiculous claim to make!
But to her surprise, T’zaren spoke up.
“I love to worship my lady’s pussy with my tongue,” he said. “Her honey is sweeter than any I have ever tasted and the feeling of her quivering under my tongue as she pulls my hair and moans my name while I taste her is incredibly arousing.”
As he spoke, his cock got even harder in Lucy’s hand—as though even describing the act turned him on. She looked up at the big Monstrum incredulously but he simply looked back with his best blank face, making it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.
“Well said!” Lady Twa’linda exclaimed. “My dear, you really are so fortunate in your choice of manservant!” she added to Lucy. Then she lifted her head and looked at her guards.
“Now, then—who has a hard shaft I can sit on since Welston has wilted on me?” she demanded, raising her voice and looking around the room.
“Mine’s still hard, my Lady!” one of the guards shouted.
“Excellent, Burnes! Come and show me, then.” She let go of the other guard’s still-limp shaft and turned to examine the new guard’s cock, which looked even bigger and greener than the former one. It reminded Lucy of an enormous cucumber—though it still wasn’t as big as T’zaren’s primary shaft, which she still held in her hand.
“I’m, uh, really sorry about this,” she murmured, nodding down at her fingers curled around his hard shaft. “I know it wasn’t, er, part of the plan.”
He shrugged stoically.
“It’s all for the Mother Ship—we must do whatever we can to find her a new heart-stone.”
Lucy nodded.
“You’re right. We’ll just have to follow Lady Twa’linda’s orders and do whatever she says—even if we don’t like it—until we can get the dimriel. Er, not that I don’t like this,” she added hurriedly. “Um, I mean, you’ve got a really nice…uh, piece of equipment, here. You’re really big…a lot bigger than my ex, Mike. He was just barely…”