Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Somehow, Andi couldn’t help picturing herself and Cade in that very position. She wondered what it would feel like to have her Protector’s big body surrounding hers, his muscular form pressing down on her from above as his thick cock skewered her pussy…
“This…this is the greatest sin of all.” This time Mother Strict-ezz’s voice was dangerously soft—almost a whisper. “For this you will be damned—allowing your Manimal to mount you! Evil—EVIL, I SAY!” she proclaimed, her voice rising suddenly to a shriek that made Andi wince.
“Evil! EVIL!” the crowd roared back, just as loudly.
“And look!” Mother Strict-ezz proclaimed, pointing at the holo above her head. “She even allows him to knot her—to breed her! SHE IS BREEDING WITH THE BEAST!”
Andi looked up just in time to see the thick swelling at the base of the Manimal’s cock sliding into the woman’s pussy. The woman hung her head and moaned, backing to take every bit of his thickness inside her. After a moment, it became clear that her Manimal’s knot had swollen inside her, trying the two of them together.
“And now he is filling her with his filthy, beastly seed! Breeding her and getting her pregnant!” Mother Strict-ezz proclaimed, pointing to the holo. “This mindless beast is filling her belly with an abomination—a child born of EVIL!”
“Evil! A child born of EVIL!” the crowd chanted back.
“It is WRONG!” Mother Strict-ezz proclaimed loudly. “Our Manimals were men once—thinking beings who walked among us. But The Incident stripped them of their mental faculties—now they crawl on their hands and knees like beasts and they cannot think. Therefore they should not breed! No woman on Zo’rath Three ought to get pregnant! If you see a woman with a big belly, you will know she is a WHORE!”
Her strident words were greeted with cheers and applause and shouts of agreement and encouragement. Andi cast a glance at Flow-da and saw that the other girl had a rebellious frown on her face. She had one hand on Hartford’s head and was stroking his hair almost compulsively. Clearly she didn’t like the speech being given one bit.
Andi didn’t agree with it either. After all, it wasn’t as though the men of Zo’rath Three had been turned into hairy wolves or dogs or anything like that. They still looked completely humanoid. And though they clearly had a simpler mindset now than they had, it was obvious they were still capable of love and devotion and desire. There could be true and lasting affection between a Manimal and his Mistress—you didn’t have to look further than Flow-da and Hartford to see that.
And it wasn’t as though the women here on Zo’rath Three had any other options. All the adult males had been turned into Manimals—were they just supposed to live by themselves, lonely and companionless until their whole race died out because the males they had to choose from weren’t as smart as they had been in the past?
If you feel that strongly about it, why don’t you let Cade mount you? whispered a naughty little voice in her head. Why not, after all? Since he so clearly wants you and you’ve wanted him from the first minute you met him! Just spread your legs and let him knot you—isn’t that what you really want to do?
Andi pushed the thought away. Her situation with her Protector was…different. The women of Zo’rath Three had no choice about mating with Manimals since that was all they had. But she was certain if she could just get Cade back to the Kindred Mother Ship, they could find some kind of antidote for him and bring his mind back to higher sentience.
And then I’ll have to explain everything we did together while he was in his animal state of mind, she thought, feeling her cheeks get hot. Maybe she didn’t have to tell him absolutely everything though? The part about him finger-fucking her to orgasm and then licking her honey off his fingers again and again, for instance—maybe that could just stay a secret.
But what if Cade remembered it all—maybe all the events were being stored in his memory to be examined once he regained his right mind?
The thought made Andi wince in shame. She really had to find a better way to control her Protector while he was unable to control himself. After all, it wasn’t his fault he was acting like an animal with only one thing on his mind—she was the one who ought to have the situation in hand. She—
“Sister?” someone hissed and tapped her on the shoulder.
Andi jumped, shaken out of her guilty train of thought.
“Oh, uh—yes? What?” she whispered, looking up at the stern-faced Zo’rathian woman who was staring down at her.
“Here. For you.” The woman passed her a single white glove made of some thick, heavy material. Like a gardening glove, Andi thought.