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)
“You looking at my pleasure ridges or my Bonding Knot?” Thrax rumbled and she realized that she’d been staring.
“Your, uh, what and your what?” Andi asked.
“These.” He grabbed her by the wrist and put her hand on his shaft. “Go on—touch me,” he said roughly, holding her wrist when she would have pulled her hand away. “You’re going to have to anyway once we get out there. And they’re probably going to ask about my shaft—so you need to be able to tell them.”
“Tell them what?” Andi demanded. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation.
“About these.” Still holding her wrist, he ran her fingers up and down the raised bumps. “Those are my pleasure ridges. They make a special kind of oil that provides lubrication and also makes a female’s clit more sensitive when she rubs against me.”
“Really? Your cock makes its own lube?” Andi stared in fascination at where her fingers were touching.
“Really,” Thrax said flatly. “It also helps a woman open up for me—has the same kind of compounds a Beast Kindred’s saliva and cum contain.”
He released her wrist, but Andi didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft—noting that she couldn’t quite manage to make her thumb and fingers meet—and stroked up and down a few times. His skin was velvety soft but his cock was hot and hard—it was like holding a bar of warm iron, she thought.
Thrax drew in a low, hissing breath as she caressed him but didn’t try to move away from her. Andi stroked up to the broad, flaring crown, thumbing the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip and then all the way down again, past the pleasure ridges to the swelling at the base.
“That’s my Bonding Knot,” Thrax told her, his deep voice slightly ragged. “It swells in a female’s pussy to tie us together when we fuck—but only if I’m trying to Bond her to me. Which I can’t, since I’m a Hybrid,” he added.
“So…you’ve never used it before?” Andi asked, looking up at her.
He shrugged.
“Once or twice, if I want the sex to last. Of course, if I was really trying to Bond a female to me, I’d have to bite her and inject my essence at the same time I was knotting her and coming in her. But I wouldn’t do that, because Hybrids can’t Bond.”
“You wouldn’t even try?” Andi asked, exploring the thick swelling with her fingertips. She wondered how well the “opening compounds” in the lube his shaft made worked. They would have to be pretty potent—otherwise how could any woman take not just his massive cock but also that thick knot in her pussy? Especially if once he got it in her, it swelled even bigger to tie them together.
Thrax shook his head.
“No, I wouldn’t try. A failed Bonding is fucking painful. So while I might knot a female occasionally for a long night of pleasure, I’d never bite her at the same time.”
Speaking of biting, his fangs looked awfully long and sharp, Andi thought. She wondered if that was because she was stroking his cock…Oh God, she was stroking her partner’s cock!
She pulled her hand away as the realization hit her. What was wrong with her? It was like she had fallen into some kind of lust trance because just touching him had made her feel extremely hot and bothered. Her nipples were tight and achy and between her legs, she felt needy and wet and her clit was throbbing…
A knocking on the door interrupted her frantic thoughts.
“Excuse me, but are you ready to go? My Queen is waiting,” Turg called.
“Coming!” Andi’s voice came out in a croak and she had to clear it before trying again. “We’re coming,” she repeated and then looked at Thrax. “I guess we’d better go.”
“Guess we should.” He didn’t look happy about it and Andi didn’t blame the big Hybrid, considering what was waiting for him.
“Look,” she said awkwardly. “About the tail thing. I’ll try to get you out of it. And if I can’t, I swear I’ll be gentle.”
“Thanks, oh my Queen,” he growled sarcastically, but Andi thought she saw a tiny bit of relief in his golden eyes. “Come on—we’d better go before Queen Itchy Panties gets offended.”
Andi smothered a smile and nodded. At least her tall, growly partner was trying to keep a sense of humor about the situation they found themselves in. Maybe they could get out of here with their partnership intact after all.
She hoped, anyway.
15
ANDI
“Ah—there you are! I was wondering what was keeping you.” Queen Pantyitch was tapping her foot impatiently when Turg led them into a kind of lounge area in the center of the milking farm.
Their hostess was standing in front of a fireplace with a low fire burning in the grate and wearing the same kind of dress that Andi was, with her breasts exposed. She wasn’t wearing the golden nipple jewelry anymore, so Andi reached up and removed her own, as quickly as possible.