Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“It’s almost time for dessert. But you barely touched your snout meat!” Shanna said, drawing her attention back to the dinner.
“Oh, uh, sorry. I guess I’m just not very hungry,” Andi lied.
“Well, it’s time for dessert now anyway. So I hope your male-wife is hungry,” Shanna remarked.
“What? But I thought we didn’t feed our, uh, male-wives until later?” Andi protested.
“Not hungry for food—hungry for you,” Shanna said. “It’s tradition at a formal feast like this one that the male-wives get under the table and pleasure their Queens with their mouths as they eat dessert.”
“It is?” Andi wasn’t certain she’d heard that right. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am! Oh look—they’re bringing the dessert plates now. As soon as the servant gives you your dessert and unstraps your male-wife, just push him under the table and let him lick you,” Shanna instructed.
“Uh…” Andi wasn’t sure what to say. She shifted uneasily in Thrax’s lap and realized that the hard lump was back under her ass and it was bigger than ever. Was the idea of licking her turning Thrax on? Surely not…but then again, she’d heard from more than one woman who was Bonded to a Kindred warrior that they loved going down on their wives…
“Mmm…it sounds like dessert is going to be interesting,” Thrax rumbled in her ear.
“Not for you,” Andi whispered back. “Because you’re only going to be pretending.”
“Sure. Unless you want me to do more than pretend,” he growled and she could hear the unmistakable desire in his deep voice.
“No! I never—” she began, but just then a servant whisked the kroc-o-wow head away and placed a large silver dish filled with what appeared to be many long green vines with thousands of tiny, bright red berries growing from them.
“Oh good, thelka-weedles!” Shanna exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Hurry and unstrap my male-wife, servant! I can’t wait to try them but I must have his head between my thighs first.”
The servant at Andi’s side started to unstrap Thrax and saw that there was no need. She was afraid he might make a fuss about it, but he simply moved on to the next guest instead.
All around them people were standing so that the male-wives could crawl under the table. Andi stood too, feeling very uncertain as Thrax rose behind her. At the far end of the table, Queen Pantyitch rose as well.
“I hope that all of you have enjoyed the feast,” she remarked in a loud voice that carried down the long table. “Please enjoy dessert as well and don’t forget to remove your undergarments so that your male-wives can give you the ultimate pleasure as you eat the delectable thelka-weedles which were grown in my very own swamp garden.”
“Oh yes—can’t forget that!” Shanna giggled as she reached under her skirt and pulled down an extremely skimpy pair of panties. She kicked them aside and then gestured at her male-wife. “Rux—under the table,” she told him. “And be sure you do a good job of tasting me. If you do, I might even let you come tonight.”
Andi looked up, exchanging a glance with Thrax. The big Hybrid raised his eyebrows and nodded at her skirt. Well? Are you going to take them off? the gesture said.
Andi shook her head. No fucking way!
But then Shanna said,
“Why aren’t you taking off your undergarments? Do you want to offend Queen Pantyitch?” She nodded to the head of the table and Andi noticed with discomfort that their hostess was staring right at her.
“Uh, no. No, of course not,” she said quickly. Reaching under her skirt, she hooked her fingers in the stretchy elastic of her panties and tugged them down.
She’d gotten dressed in the dark that morning and had just grabbed the closest clean pair from her drawer. It embarrassed her to see that they had electric blue zebra stripes on them—God, why couldn’t she have grabbed a plain white pair, which was what she usually wore?
Andi stepped out of her panties and then balled them up in her hand. She wasn’t sure what to do with them until Thrax unexpectedly took them from her.
“I’ll hold these for you, my Queen,” he murmured. Pressing the fabric to his nose, he inhaled deeply and his eyes went half-lidded. Then he pushed the panties into the pocket of his kilt and ducked under the table with the rest of the male-wives.
Andi settled back on the chair but kept her thighs together. There was no way she was going to participate in this—it was too weird. And too uncomfortable—it would be pushing the bounds of intimacy too far, even for a strong partnership like the one she and Thrax had.
All around her, it was clear that the other women were enjoying the attentions of their male-wives. Shanna was already moaning as she raised one of the many thin green vines filled with tiny blood-red berries to her mouth.