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)
The Empress’s voice, cool and amused, sliced through the haze of pleasure like a blade.
Kaitlyn froze, her fingers still curled around Braze’s shaft, which was now glistening with her own honey. She blinked and reality crashed back in. Oh God, what was she doing?
She was at a state dinner, on a dais, rubbing her Protector’s cock against her exposed pussy like some kind of sex worker! To make matters worse, she was the only one at the head table still actively engaged in the act—even Aria had stopped to look eagerly at the new platter being presented.
Heat flooded her face in a mixture of shame and unspent desire. She stopped the motion immediately…but something stopped her from removing Braze’s cock from inside her panties. After all, what if she had to rub him against her again?
Right—that’s why you don’t want to push him away, whispered a cynical little voice in the back of her head. Or maybe you just like the feel of him against you.
Kaitlyn pushed the thought away. With a final, subtle shift, she left the heavy, slick weight of his shaft where it was—nestled within the slit of her panties with the head resting snugly against her entrance.
Just in case, she told herself—though the justification was flimsy even in her own mind. Just in case someone demands another performance.
She withdrew her trembling hand, placing it carefully on the table, and tried to focus on the new, undoubtedly horrifying dish being placed before her, as if nothing at all had happened but below the waist, she felt like she was melting.
God, she wanted Braze so badly…even though she knew she couldn’t have him.
14
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn took a deep breath to settle her nerves and stared at the new dish the servants were placing before her. They had mercifully whisked away the half-eaten, strawberry-stinking snail bowl, but the replacement didn’t inspire much hope.
“Ahh—roasted Fleeble ears!” the Empress exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement.
On Kaitlyn’s other side, Aria squealed in delight.
“Oh—my favorite!”
The “ears” were enormous—each one covering the entire large serving plate. They looked like they’d been stripped from some giant, purple-fleshed elephant, then deep-fried to a crispy, bubbled texture. The real horror, however, was the glaze— a thick, bright red syrup that had been drizzled over them, making the whole thing look like a fresh, oozing wound on the wide white plate. The smell was a confusing mix of savory grease and cloying, artificial fruit.
Both the Empress and Aria dug in without hesitation, using their hands to tear off greasy, dripping chunks. The crunching and chewing were extremely loud in Kaitlyn’s ears. Seeing no polite alternative, she picked up her own ear. It was heavier than it looked—hot and slick with red syrup. She took a small, cautious nibble from the edge.
The flavor was bizarre, but not actively revolting. It tasted like overly-crisp, burned bacon that had been dunked in cheap raspberry jam. Weird, but at least somewhat edible. She took another, larger bite and chewed steadily. She wondered when the husbands got to eat—so far none of the men she’d seen had been eating—just their wives. Well, if nothing else she could hopefully order something to be sent to their rooms so Braze would get supper too—or “Last Meal” as the Kindred called it.
For a few minutes, blessed silence descended on the dais, broken only by the sounds of vigorous chewing and the occasional satisfied sigh from Aria.
The meal’s only saving grace—as far as Kaitlyn was concerned—was the wine. It was a deep pink color and was served warm. It had a pronounced, spicy kick of cinnamon that cut through the greasy sweetness of the Fleeble ears.
Kaitlyn drank deeply, grateful for the distraction. Her goblet seemed to magically refill the moment it dipped below half-full, and by the time her plate was mostly cleared, a pleasant, warm dizziness had begun to soften the edges of her anxiety. The constant, throbbing awareness of Braze’s cock nestled against her had faded from a scream to a persistent, buzzing hum of pleasure in the back of her mind.
The reprieve ended when a servant in silver-edged livery glided to the Empress’s side and bent to whisper in her ear. The ruler listened, nodded, and put down the remains of her enormous fried ear, wiping her fingers on a cloth of spun gold.
“I’m told that the Kriver is getting restless,” she announced, her voice carrying a note of annoyance. “The trainer thinks we need to bring him out now before he has some kind of fit—whatever that entails.”
She rolled her eyes, as if the mortal danger posed by a bloodthirsty alien beast was a mere social inconvenience.
“Oh, do we get to see a real Kriver?” Aria exclaimed, clapping her sticky hands together. “Oh, I can’t wait! But first—” She wiped her fingers hastily on a napkin, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “—I know I’ll enjoy this so much more if I have my Dinky inside me!”