Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Not for long, I don’t think.” He sounded thoughtful. “Look—the ones that have already tasted of your honey seem content to go back to their places around the side of the tub.”
He nodded to where a number of dark blue blossoms had resumed their positions, their petals—now shiny with her honey—furled again. They reminded Lan’ara of people who had eaten their fill at a banquet and were now resting, completely satiated.
“I think in a moment they’ll be done,” Need told her. He glanced up at her. “Think you can stand it?”
“I…I guess so.” Lan’ara bit her lip. “It’s just…just embarrassing, that’s all,” she whispered. “To sit here and let them drink from me and make me…make me reach the peak again, right in front of you, my Lord.”
“I’ve already seen you come once, girl,” he pointed out, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “You’ve no need to be ashamed in front of me.”
“But I am,” Lan’ara protested. “I…I worry what you’ll think of me if I…oh, Goddess!”
The last words came out in a moan as two of the blossoms crept up and attached themselves to her nipples again.
“Get them off me,” Lan’ara begged him. The added stimulation of having her nipples sucked was beginning to be too much. It would tip her over the edge again if she wasn’t careful!
Carefully, the big Kindred detached the hungry bud from her right nipple. But he frowned when he saw the amber bead welling at its tip as he did so.
“What in the Seven Hells?” he growled again. He looked up at Lan’ara. “It’s the same liquid we saw earlier. You must be making honey from your breasts as well—that’s what’s attracting them,” he told her.
“But how could I be?” Lan’ara moaned. “I am a virgin—or was before that awful stick forced its way inside me! How could I be making milk when I’m not with child?”
“You’re still a virgin, girl,” the big Kindred growled impatiently. “And besides, I didn’t say your breasts were leaking milk—this is some kind of nectar or honey.” He frowned. “Glo’ll did say the blossoms might sense you were ripe to produce some kind of nourishment and that they might try to stimulate you to make it.”
“How…how could they know that? And what’s happening to me?” Lan’ara moaned. She felt like she ought to be more upset than she was, but the feeling of the tiny flower mouths lapping and sucking between her thighs was so distractingly pleasurable it was hard to concentrate on anything else.
“I don’t know.” Need shook his head. He frowned. “I wonder if the nectar from your breasts is sweet? Or salty like your pussy honey?”
Maybe it was the stimulation from the blossoms affecting her but all at once, Lan’ara felt something come over her—a need, a hunger to have him touch her. In that moment, it was all she could do not to reach out and grasp his big hand and put it on her breast.
The strange desire shocked her. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly craving his touch? Lan’ara had no idea but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“You…you can taste it, if you wish, my Lord,” she heard herself saying. “You own me now. If you wish to…to suck my nipples, it is of course your right.”
His frown deepened.
“Stop reminding me I own you, girl. Not going to take advantage of you just because I paid for you.”
“But they hurt, my Lord,” Lan’ara protested. “Or rather, they feel…full. My breasts, I mean,” she added, nodding down to where even more of the amber liquid was welling from her right nipple. The left one was still being sucked by one of the hungry wash blossoms, as was her clit, while the flowers between her legs continued to take turns lapping at her juices.
“So…you want me to suck your nipples?” The big Kindred had one eyebrow raised skeptically.
“I don’t know what I want,” Lan’ara answered truthfully. “It’s just that these…these blossoms are driving me to distraction, my Lord. And I feel…feel so close to the edge of pleasure.”
His bronze eyes softened slightly.
“There now, girl—it will be over in a moment. Let the damn blossoms drink their fill and they’ll leave you alone.” He cleared his throat. “But I do think I’ll taste your nectar—for want of a better word. We need to know what’s going on with you and the more information we have—”
His words were stopped when Lan’ara thrust her chest forward, pressing her right nipple to his lips. She didn’t know what caused her to do something so bold, only that the hunger for his touch had increased until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Since she was sitting on the edge of the tub and he was sitting on the floor in front of her, her nipple was the right height to reach his mouth and she acted on instinct.