Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
This isn’t how I imagined they would speak. “You talk so oddly.”
“Hold your arms up, love.” Shim pulls the dress over my head, freeing me from the burden. “I talk the way I do because I spent so much time on the Vampire plane. Our mother was a vampire. She wanted us to have close ties to her people.”
I still feel like I’m floating, but sparks begin in my pussy again. “My cos is a vampire.”
“Yes, Dante. We’ve met him.” Shim’s hands skim down my body.
Of course they know Dante. They live in my head. Dante is there, the funniest of playmates.
“He annoys me, but his consort seems nice,” Lach allows.
Consort? Dante isn’t old enough to have a consort. Confusion begins to set in. And so does pain. I double over, crying. I hoped it was gone, but it’s back, that fire in my loins. The burning flares, and I can’t help but cry out my despair.
“Damn it,” Shim curses. “Whatever they gave her, it was strong. She needs another orgasm. Lie down, love.”
Lach picks me up. “Who did this to you, a chumann? Give me his name.”
A fine tremor goes through me. The fire is building. “Micha. He wanted to marry me. He was angry when I showed my true self.”
Oh, I need the touch again. Lach lays me on the bed, staring down as Shim strips off my undergarment. Naked. I’m naked in front of him. His eyes latch on to my pussy.
“Where is this man? I will have his heart on the end of my sword.” Lach pulls his shirt over his head revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. His torso is covered with golden, sun-kissed skin pulled over taut muscles. He’s so masculine.
“He’s the mayor. He didn’t want me to tell them who I am.” No one wants me to tell. Certainly not Gillian. Gillian. She was here. She said things that made no sense.
“A small man, older? Did he wear a golden broach and order everyone about as though he owned them?”
My legs move restlessly of their own accord. “Yes. He put the solution in my water and when it didn’t work, he forced it down my throat.”
Lach pushes his pants down, freeing his cock. My eyes widen. A cock. I saw them before on small boys bathing in the river and once when I accidently saw two peasants making love in a barn, but Lach is so much more. His cock is long and thick. It’s almost purple, like a ripe plum sitting on a thick stalk. Lach wraps a hand around his cock, stroking firmly.
“Spread your legs, love. If you want me to take care of you, you have to give me access.” Lach doesn’t wait for me to obey. He takes my ankles and forces them apart, leaving my pussy on full display. “If he was wearing a purple tunic and that gold broach, then you don’t need to worry about him ever again, love. He’s lying in the town square, and he won’t get up unless I tell him to. Gods, that’s a gorgeous sight.”
He reaches down and touches me, his finger running from my navel down to my core. He delves inside, running all over my labia and pussy.
His cock jumps. I know it isn’t true, that this is only my imagination, but the idea that Micha got what was coming to him gives me comfort. Micha cut a swath through the district, taking advantage of anyone he could. The plane would be a better place without him.
“Lift up, a chumann.” Shim is getting in behind me, sliding his naked body under my own. Warm flesh surrounds me.
Lach pulls his fingers free and does something that makes me gasp. He stares for a moment at his fingers, coated in the cream of my arousal. Then he shoves those fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.
“He thinks you taste good.” Shim’s hands are once again on my breasts.
“He knows you taste good,” Lach says.
I shake my head. They’re wasting time. The fire is building. “Please. Touch me.”
Lach settles himself between my legs. “I will, love. I’ll touch you. I’ll make you come. I studied. I learned everything just for you.”
I’m about to protest again, but he leans over, his whole body on the bed, torso down. His face is close to my pussy. I can’t imagine what he’s planning and then he licks me.
What a feeling. Perfection. Arousal swells, puffing up my pussy, my clit poking out of its hood and throbbing for his touch. He strokes me, a long lick of his tongue that lights up every inch of my pussy. He spears me with his tongue. It’s like a cock. He’s fucking me, but with his tongue, tasting my essence. It’s so intimate. I’m on his tongue. He’s in my pussy.