Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“Without is fine with me,” she said. “I mean, we can just turn our backs to get undressed and then get in the water–right?”
“That is fine with me.” He turned away considerately, and Terra did the same–but not before she caught a glimpse of his muscular buttocks as he slid down the leaf-briefs.
She slipped out of her own clothes, shivering a little as the cool breeze kissed her naked nipples. But a moment later she was warming up as she slid into the heated, steaming water and sighed in complete bliss as it came up to her neck.
The water was perfection—silky hot, buoyant, and carrying a faint, mineral scent that was clean and earthy. Terra let herself sink until it lapped at her chin, the heat seeping into muscles she hadn't realized were perpetually knotted. She kept her eyes on the opposite mossy bank, giving Taurex his privacy, listening to the soft splash as he entered the pool a moment later.
When the ripples subsided, she dared to look.
He was seated across from her, the water chest-high on him. The steam curled around his broad shoulders and the base of his thick, curved horns. His golden eyes were on her, but the intensity was tempered by that same careful formality. Still, the professional distance they’d maintained for months felt as thin as the steam between them, ready to evaporate at the slightest shift.
To fill the silence, Terra let her gaze wander around the pool's edge, to the lush, trailing vines and their strange, heavy blossoms.
“This is… incredible. It’s so beautiful here. But now you have to tell me about the pleasure blooms.”
Taurex followed her look. A low rumble, not quite a purr, vibrated in his chest.
“The pleasure blooms are a symbiotic species. They are quasi-sentient and respond to… biochemical cues.”
“Biochemical cues?” Terra asked, her curiosity piqued. She reached out a hand, letting her fingertips brush the broad, creamy petal of one of the white flowers nearest her. The moment she touched it, the blossom seemed to sigh, its petals flexing outward. The soft pink center deepened in color, and the very center of it puckered slightly, like a tiny, waiting mouth.
She gasped and pulled her hand back.
“It moved!”
“They are responsive to touch and to warmth,” Taurex said, his voice a low, patient teacher’s tone.
He reached out himself, his large hand dwarfing one of the white blooms. He didn’t just brush it though—he cupped it, his thumb stroking the pink center.
The response was immediate and profound. The petals flared wide, and the pink center opened, revealing a soft, glistening interior. From within, a cluster of minute, filament-like tendrils emerged, waving gently in the steam as though seeking more stimulation.
“Their purpose is tactile stimulation,” Taurex explained, his eyes locked on the flower’s reaction, then lifting to hers. “The white ones… they are receptive. Their centers can create suction. The tiny tendrils act like tongues. They seek out erogenous zones—nipples, the head of a cock. They provide a sucking, licking sensation.”
A hot flush swept over Terra, from her scalp down to her toes, which curled in the bottom of the pool. She stared, mesmerized and a little horrified, as the tiny tendrils in the bloom he held writhed gently, seeking his thumb.
“They… suck things?”
“Yes.” His voice was a deep rumble. “It is…quite pleasant.”
A bold, reckless curiosity ignited in her belly, hotter than the pool water. The memory of his size from the club…the feel of his thick shaft against her aching pussy, collided with the visual of these alien, living flowers. Her professional detachment, already drowning in the steam, vanished.
“Show me,” she heard herself say, the words barely a whisper.
Taurex went utterly still. The golden fire in his eyes flared.
“Terra…”
“Please.”
She wasn’t asking as his employee. She was asking as a woman—one who had read a thousand spicy scenes and dreamed of feeling a fraction of that heat.
“I want to understand,” she murmured. “Show me how they work.”
For a long moment, he simply looked at her, as if weighing the shattering of their careful world. Terra could see him wondering if he ought to do this—if he ought to cross the invisible barrier they’d had between them for weeks.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he shifted in the water. He rose slightly, the water level falling to his waist…and there it was.
Terra’s breath caught in her throat. Her earlier assessment in the club had been an understatement—he was enormous.
His shaft was thick, long, and fully erect—the broad head already glistening with precum. It was a primal, majestic sight that made her mouth go dry and her pussy clench with a sudden, empty ache.
What she saw between the big Monstrum’s legs was nothing like Jackson and nothing like her largest vibrator. It was so big, in fact, she didn’t see how he could use it on anyone.