Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Wh-where am I?” I whispered to myself and then I felt the thing around my thigh move again.
This time, I reacted quickly. Whipping back the silver coverlet, I saw something long and gray had twined itself around my upper thigh. It had a metal cap on one end and that cap was presently nudging against my crotch—which was completely bare because I was naked.
I gave a little scream and tried to push the gray thing off me, but it only tightened its grip on me. Then I noticed it was connected on the other end to a tight, hard ass. A male ass, if I wasn’t mistaken, which was covered in silky black sleep trousers.
Then a deep, rumbling voice said irritably,
“What is it, little one? What are you doing to my candalla—my tail?”
Suddenly everything came rushing back to me and I knew where I was and who I was with. The realization came with a headache—a pounding in my temples as though my brain was bulging from the unwanted information it had finally remembered.
I rubbed them briefly to ease the ache, which left almost as soon as it had come. I must have gotten cold and crawled under the covers with Sir last night. Damn, I really shouldn’t have done that.
“I…er…”
I looked down at the gray tail again, which was still curled around my thigh with the metal cap at the end of it still nudging against my bare pussy lips.
“I think the question is, what is your tail doing to me?” I finally managed to get out.
“What?” Sir turned his head and looked over his broad shoulder. He frowned when he saw how his tail had twined itself around my thigh. “What are you doing?” he demanded and I realized he was talking to his tail, not me. “Little one is not for breeding—she is a pet,” he told it.
The tail twitched in response and nudged a little harder against my pussy. This caused the rounded metal cap on its end to press between my pussy lips and rub against my clit.
I gasped and froze, not certain what to do. On one hand, was I being molested by a freaking tail? And on the other hand, why did it feel so good? I had never had much sensation in this area back when I was on Earth. But now that I was out among the stars, it felt like my whole body was waking up. Ever since Sir had given me that bath the night before, it seemed like a part of me that had been dormant had finally come to life and it was hungry—hungry for pleasure.
So I didn’t protest too much when the tail continued rubbing the smooth end of its metal cap against my swollen clit. I even shifted, opening my legs just a bit more to give it better access. Oh God, if it would just rub me a little harder, I might finally have an orgasm—which I had been reading and hearing about my whole life, though I had never managed to have one before.
My inner folds were getting really wet as the smooth metal slid over and around my hot little bud and the feeling of building pleasure was rising inside me. I wondered what would happen if it tried to slip into my pussy—would I try to stop it…or spread my legs and let it in?
But at that moment, Sir actually reached around and grabbed his tail, giving it a hard jerk. Reluctantly, I thought, the tail stopped stroking me and uncurled itself from around my thigh. It waved in the air between us, as though not certain what to do next.
“Sorry about that,” Sir rumbled, turning over to face me, thereby putting himself between me and his tail. “Sometimes my candalla has a mind of his own—that’s why I keep him capped when I’m away from home.”
“Um, were you just having a fight with your own tail?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.
“My candalla,” he said stiffly. “As I said, he has a mind of his own—quite literally, in fact. We Korrigons have a kind of secondary brain located in the base of our tails.”
“You do?” I looked at him, extremely surprised. “Why?”
“A Korrigon’s candalla is very important to a male for reproductive purposes,” he explained. “Although I think mine may have mistaken you for a Sex Pet or a mate I wanted to breed with—for that, I apologize.”
I cleared my throat.
“No, uh, harm done,” I said. “Other than it feeling me up in my sleep, I mean.”
“Yes, well—as I said it must have mistaken you for someone I wished to mate with or breed.” Sir frowned at me. “But it appears that your body also made the same mistake.”
“What? What would make you say that?” I asked, closing my thighs tightly.