Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“Mostly the oral and vaginal routes, but each mucosal route provides a different layer of immune instruction,” Dr. Verityx said. “Oral absorption gives rapid systemic priming. Vaginal absorption activates the reproductive-mammary conversion cascade. Rectal absorption engages the pelvic lymphatic system and may help stabilize the broad-spectrum vaccine response. All three, when combined with pleasure-induced endocrine release, should produce the strongest nectar.”
Cassie covered her face with one hand.
“Of course my ass has to be scientifically relevant,” she muttered.
Ravik made a strangled sound that might have been a laugh and Severin coughed into his fist.
Dr. Verityx blinked owlishly.
“Many anatomical regions are scientifically relevant.”
“That is not as comforting as you might think it is,” Cassie said from behind her hand.
The doctor seemed to consider this. At last, he nodded.
“I see.”
Severin leaned forward, his expression thoughtful now despite the flush on his cheekbones.
“The pleasure response is still required?” he asked. “Cassandra’s symptoms lessoned markedly after Ravik and I pleasured her when the three of us were in the bunker on Visslick Prime.”
“Oh yes, most definitely.” Dr. Verityx tapped another command, and a series of hormone markers bloomed around the breasts in the hologram. “Arousal increases blood flow, opens the mucosal uptake channels, and triggers the glandular letdown response. Orgasm produces the strongest endocrine surge, especially oxytocin-like and prolactin-like compounds, which are necessary to move the anti-viral formula into the mammary tissue.”
Cassie lowered her hand slowly.
“So the orgasms aren’t incidental.”
“No,” Dr. Verityx said. “They are the mechanism by which the cure travels through your body.” He looked at Ravik and Severin. “Which is why I urge you to pleasure Cassandra as much as possible—and to give her your cream in every way. Her body will tell her what she needs—it’s your job to supply it often and in abundance.”
Ravik looked like he wanted to punch the wall and Severin looked like he wanted to ask fifteen more questions. Cassie felt like laughing, crying, and possibly climbing both of them right there in the laboratory, which was inconvenient but not surprising considering the bite wound on her arm had begun to pulse under her sleeve and the need was building inside her again.
She glanced down quickly at the arm, hidden under a long sleeve. She didn’t want to draw attention to it, but Severin and Ravik both noticed her looking.
“Cassandra?” Severin asked, his voice going low and careful. “Is the need coming back?”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly, though the heat spreading through her body suggested that fine was doing a lot of work in that sentence. “My arm is just…doing what it does. Probably because Dr. Owl here keeps talking about all the places your seed needs to go.”
Dr. Verityx’s feathers fluffed slightly.
“Dr. Owl?”
“It’s not an insult,” Cassie said quickly. “You’re very distinguished but you remind me of a bird from my home planet renowned for its wisdom.”
The alien doctor seemed pleased.
“Well, thank you,” he said, his feathers puffing up proudly. “And never fear—soon I will release the three of you to your own devices to help feed the urgent sexual hunger you are no doubt feeling due to the Hunger Virus.”
Ravik made a low sound behind her, and Cassie could feel him struggling with himself. He wanted to comfort her—she knew he did. But touching her in front of Severin—or worse, with Severin—was still the thing he was fighting hardest. That knowledge made her heart ache in a way that had nothing to do with the virus.
Dr. Verityx tapped the display again and the model shifted to show her breasts glowing with golden lines.
“The medication I will give you today will stimulate mammary conversion,” he explained. “At first, your breasts may ache or feel heavy as the glands begin producing nectar—this is expected. The first samples will likely be weak, but as you receive more complete marker exposure from both males, the nectar should become stronger.”
Cassie swallowed.
“And how exactly am I supposed to receive more complete marker exposure?”
Dr. Verityx tilted his feathered head.
“Through consensual treatment sessions with Commanders Ravik and Severin, of course. You must receive their cream orally and vaginally at first, and possibly rectally if the vaccine fails to stabilize. Ideally, you should also be saturated with their scents, their touch, and their emotional proximity, because your samples show that your endocrine response is strongest when you feel safe with both of them.”
The word “safe” made Cassie’s throat tighten unexpectedly. Yes, that was what she needed—to feel safe between her guys.
Severin looked at her, his pale blue eyes full of concern and something gentler than concern. Ravik stood behind her, silent and tense, but when she glanced back, his golden eyes were fixed on her face rather than on Dr. Verityx or the horrible medical milking table.
“We’ll give you what you need, baby,” he said, his voice rough.
“Yes,” Severin said quietly. “Anything you need, sweetheart. Just ask.”