Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“It certainly was,” Nox said neutrally. Now that he was no longer being visually stimulated by the sight of females being tasted and bred, he found that his mind was calmer and more logical than it had been earlier. Perhaps he had been imagining the “emotions” he had thought he was feeling.
“Er, Nox…”
Seline’s voice made him look up at her—he had been staring at the large floating, silver mattress which was apparently the sleeping platform they were to share.
“Yes?” he asked, frowning.
Seline was nibbling her lower lip—a habit she had when she was uncertain about something.
“About the things we did together,” she began. “I mean the things we had to do because otherwise we would have blown our cover.”
“You mean the sexual acts we performed on each other?” Nox asked, raising an eyebrow at her. For some reason his heart had started beating harder, but he thought his voice sounded cool and logical and normal which was good.
I am not having any emotions at this moment, he told himself firmly. Not a single one.
“Yes, that’s what I mean,” Seline said. “Did it, er, bother you to—you know—have me, uh, suck you? Or when you, um, made me come and put the tail in me?”
Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment as she spoke, which only made her more lovely and desirable, Nox thought. Not that he was having any feelings of lust or desire towards her—he was just making an observation, he told himself.
“Did it bother me? In what way?” he asked her. “Why would any of what we did together ‘bother’ me?”
“Oh…” Seline looked slightly deflated. “Because I thought that maybe you might be, you know, feeling something about the things we did…and the things we saw tonight.”
“Feeling? How do you mean? When?” Nox asked, feeling his heart rate increase in tempo another notch. Had the emotions he had experienced been that noticeable?
“Well, when we were at dinner and I was, um, sucking you, you were stroking my hair and saying such sweet things,” Seline murmured. “And when you put the tail in, you made me…made me come so hard.”
Speaking of hard, Nox could feel his shaft rising as she spoke but he tried to ignore his physical reaction to her words.
“I merely thought that giving you some pleasure could compensate for the pain of having a large metal object inserted into your body,” he remarked. “Was I correct?”
“Well, yes—you made what might have been painful with anyone else into an incredibly pleasurable experience,” Seline told him. “I’m grateful for that, but I couldn’t help wondering…I mean, the way you were talking to me while you touched me…did you feel anything? Anything at all?”
Nox remembered the deep desire to pleasure and protect her and the satisfaction and lust he had felt when she had come for him, moaning his name. But he could not admit to feeling such things—couldn’t admit to feeling anything for that matter.
“I was pleased that you were not hurt,” he said neutrally. “I have sworn to protect you—I would never wish to harm you, Seline.”
“Oh…of course not.” She looked rather disappointed, Nox thought. Did she want him to start having emotions?
“Well…what about later? When Master Lendrex showed us the Ghost Box?” she asked. “You sounded almost angry about what was happening to that poor girl—the one he put into the Box.”
“Angry? Anger is an emotion—I do not experience emotions,” Nox said. He wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself.
“No. No, of course not—I know. It just seemed like that to me,” Seline said, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, you sounded angry—that’s all.”
“I do not agree with the idea of forcing a helpless female into a box filled with angry, dis-incorporated beings who desire to have nonconsensual sexual relations with her,” Nox stated. “But we are at a disadvantage here—Lendrex may have what we need to get back to our own universe and I am greatly outnumbered by the Viridians.”
“I know—I didn’t expect you to try and rescue her,” Seline said quickly. “Besides, I kind of think this is something all the women here in the Upper Disk have almost gotten used to—as awful as it sounds. Lovely told me they don’t even always use it as a punishment. They put women in it who don’t produce enough, uh, ‘honey’ too, because the ‘ghost cum’ lubes them up for days.”
“I do not think you would need such treatment. You appeared to be a numalla—at least from what I could tell while stroking your clit and fingering your pussy earlier,” Nox stated.
Seline took in a deep breath and her cheeks went even pinker but she only asked,
“What is a ‘numalla’?”
“That is what the Blood Kindred call a female who makes a copious amount of pussy honey,” Nox explained. “It is considered a very good thing, as Kindred have a biological need to taste their females and lick their honey.”