Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I wonder if there’s anything else we need to do? I wish we could see how that other couple is acting,” was Kaitlyn’s reply. She was eyeing the large golden doors speculatively, but they were guarded by two extremely large and muscular guards who stared back with blank, foreboding faces.
It was interesting that they still used males as guards, rather than females since females were dominant here, Braze thought. He wondered how far he should go while he was “playing his part” for the Empress. He was afraid he’d gone too far back in the shuttle when he’d offered to button Kaitlyn’s boots for her—he’d nearly tipped his hand. But the chance to serve her had brought out the same feelings he’d had back on Yonnie Six when Mistress Lovelyone had ordered him to kneel or to do some small service for her.
His shaft ached at the memory, and he was afraid he might start leaking and make a fucking wet spot on the front of the damn cloth panel that barely covered his equipment.
Gods, can’t you stop thinking about it even for one fucking minute? he asked himself. He had shoved his early experiences with the beautiful Mistress to the back of his mind for years. But this mission was bringing everything back to him, whether he wanted it to or not.
And then the guard was nodding at the two of them and gesturing towards the golden doors, which were opening at last.
Kaitlyn took a deep breath.
“Okay, here we go. I think I’d better do the talking,” she murmured to him.
“Yes, Mistress,” Braze heard himself say. Damn it, the title just seemed to slip out, whether he wanted it to or not!
And then the two of them were walking down the long, deep purple and gold carpet towards the opulent throne and it was too late to do anything but follow Kaitlyn’s lead.
5
KAITLYN
Empress Shatezarra the Third was lounging on a most unusual throne—it didn’t appear to be made of any kind of metal or wood that Kaitlyn could see. Instead, it seemed to be a colorful conglomeration of pillows and cushions piled together to form a cozy nest of sorts.
In the center of it was Shatezarra the Third herself. She had pearly skin with a rainbow sheen that seemed to change colors every time she moved. She was wearing the same kind of corset that Kaitlyn had on, but her breasts were fully out, and her pale blue nipples were visible. Dangling from each by a golden chain was a ruby pendant the size of Kaitlyn’s thumb. They danced when she took a deep breath.
The top half of her outfit was interesting, but the bottom was difficult to see because, kneeling between her spread thighs was a Salimban male with pale green skin and purple spots. He was lapping her pussy industriously, as though his whole focus was on making her come.
“And who might this be?” the Empress asked as Kaitlyn and Braze reached the end of the purple and gold carpet. Kaitlyn noticed that the big Kindred went immediately to his knees beside her and waited quietly for her to speak.
“Your Majesty, this is the Kindred Ambassadress, Lady Kaitlyn of the Kindred Mother Ship and her husband, Braze,” the herald who was standing beside the throne, wearing stiff golden livery, murmured to her.
“Ah yes…and what is it they want?”
“Your Majesty, we have come to your beautiful world in the hopes of signing a trade agreement with you,” Kaitlyn said, taking a chance and speaking up.
“A trade agreement, you say? Stanlow, do stop licking so hard—you’re making it difficult for me to concentrate!” she added, looking down at the man between her thighs.
At once, he stopped lapping and began kissing instead—slow, open-mouthed kisses that were distractingly erotic, Kaitlyn thought.
“There, that’s much better.” The Empress stroked his hair affectionately. “You always serve me so beautifully with your tongue, my darling. I do believe you’re my favorite concubine.”
Her choice of words brought back what Braze had said in the shuttle and Kaitlyn felt herself getting warm all over as she pictured the big Beast Kindred “serving” her the same way the Empress was currently being served. She wondered if Braze was thinking the same thing and then pushed the thought out of her mind—she was here on business, not pleasure she reminded herself sternly. She had a job to do, and she was damn well going to do it!
“Now then—the trade agreement?” the Empress said, frowning.
The herald—a short, bald man with a pink leopard spot pattern on his orange skin—murmured in her ear and she nodded.
“Ah, yes. So you Kindred wish to buy or trade for some of our Love Vine—is that right?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kaitlyn nodded respectfully. “We have something like it ourselves called ‘Bonding Fruit’ but we’ve had a poor harvest, and we’re concerned about running out. Since the Bonding Fruit is what makes intimate relationships possible between the Kindred and their mates, er, wives, we’re looking for a substitute and your Love Vine seems to be exactly what we need.”