Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She decided to look around at the other bathroom fixture.
What appeared to be a composting toilet grew from the floor like a pale, footstool-sized mushroom. When she flipped up the cap of the “mushroom” she saw dirt instead of water. When she pressed the handle on the side, a small opening appeared, and another clump of dirt was deposited in the bowl. Hmm…so that was how it worked. There was also some thin, moss-like toilet paper hanging in strips on the wall beside the toilet.
There was a sink too—a waist-high, hollowed stone basin with an even smaller miniature waterfall trickling endlessly from a curving spout that looked like it was made from shell. The water never stopped flowing and everything seemed alive, humming faintly, as though the room itself was breathing.
But the enchanting bathroom could only distract Lexi from her problems for so long. She stripped quickly, her skin feverish, her breath shallow. Her body felt like an over-tightened guitar string, vibrating with unbearable tension.
Okay, she needed to come—that was clear enough. She remembered that Dr. TOo-loo had recommended a “manual release.” Right—that was a fancy word for getting off.
If she’d known she was going to wind up on a distant planet far from home, one of the things Lexi would have packed was her vibrator. But since Dr. Brandt had basically kidnapped her against her will, she hadn’t exactly had time to pack. Luckily, she didn’t need her favorite dildo to get off.
She pressed her hand between her thighs, trying to relieve the sexual pressure, but pain shot through her—sharp—almost scalding.
“Ow!” she gasped, yanking her hand away. What was wrong with her? Was she so sensitive that she couldn’t even touch herself now?
Tentatively, she tried again…with the same, painful result.
“No good—this is no good,” she whispered to herself and was alarmed to hear her voice shaking. “God, what’s happening to me?”
Her breasts throbbed in time with her pulse, her nipples so tight and swollen they felt like they might burst. She tugged lightly at one, desperate for release, but the sensation was too sharp, too much. She dropped her hands, tears stinging her eyes.
This stupid nectar—I can’t even touch myself. I’m broken. What if I never feel normal again?
She thought of asking Dr. Brandt for help…and then remembered how coldly he’d talked to her, telling her she was only here as his test subject. The memory made her burn with shame when she also remembered how much his touch had turned her on. No—forget it. She wasn’t telling him anything.
Hoping to cool down some, she stepped under the waterfall, letting chilly water cascade over her body. The spray dampened her feverish skin, slicking her hair against her shoulders. She tilted her hips and body into the flow, trying to let the chill ease her clit and aching breasts.
For a moment she thought it might work…but within seconds the ache returned, even deeper and sharper than before. The cool water only made her nipples tighten more painfully and her clit was still throbbing for release.
She came out trembling, her thighs sticky and blotted herself dry with a large towel woven from a soft, furry moss. After squeezing the water out of her hair, she went back into the bedroom. On the bed lay a folded garment she hadn’t noticed before. T’linga must have left it.
Lexi lifted it gingerly and groaned. It wasn’t a sleeping gown so much as…lingerie. The fabric was thin and translucent, softer and finer than silk—the color of moonlight through fog. The shoulders draped in wispy straps that left her breasts completely bare. The lower hem parted scandalously at the hips, leaving her pussy visible with every move. It was clearly made to showcase her body, not cover it.
“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly. “Alien Victoria’s Secret.”
Still, she slid into it, the silky fabric clinging to her overheated skin. Every step made her breasts sway and her thighs brush together, reminding her of how swollen and needy she was. Lexi tried to ignore the sensations.
Sleep—I just need some sleep, she told herself.
She crawled under the leafy sheets, pulling the covers to her chin, but there was no escaping the heat. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing.
Still, she tried to sleep…without success. She tossed and turned, the moss mattress rustling beneath her. She pressed her thighs together, then spread them, then tucked a pillow between them, seeking some kind of relief. None came.
Her nipples ached, her pussy throbbed, her clit begged for attention she couldn’t give it. Soon she was whimpering aloud, biting her lip to keep from crying out as the ache sharpened into near pain.
Suddenly, the curtain of flowering vines between her room and Dr. Brandt’s rustled.
Lexi froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Oh no! Had she woken him up! Was he coming in? Was he—