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)
Kaitlyn, her inhibitions thoroughly burned away by cinnamon liquor, knew she shouldn’t look. But her head was swimming, and a morbid, drunk curiosity overrode her usual decorum. So she kept sneaking glances as Aria reached down between her thighs, grasped the blue-and-yellow striped shaft, and with practiced casualness, lifted her hips. She fitted the broad, flared head to the mouth of her pink-and-blue pussy and sank down in one smooth, slow motion.
It was a shockingly intimate act performed with the nonchalance of someone pulling on a glove. But what truly captivated Kaitlyn’s slightly blurry gaze was the aftermath.
Aria’s dress was skin-tight, and she was slender to the point of being bony. As she settled fully onto Dinky’s lap, Kaitlyn could actually see the outline of the enormous cock inside her. It made a distinct, long bulge against Aria’s flat stomach—a ridge of flesh that traveled all the way up—nearly to her ribcage.
The sheer, impossible length of it made Kaitlyn’s own insides clench in a mixture of awe and sympathetic pleasure/pain.
A drunken thought floated through her mind, absurd and unsettling—
Do the women on this planet have extra-long vaginas?
“Mmm, feels so good,” Aria moaned, wiggling and squirming as if settling into a comfortable armchair.
The movement made the bulge in her abdomen shift slightly and a faint groan could be heard from her husband.
“Dinky gets so deep inside me,” she confided to Kaitlyn, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. Her breath smelled of sweet wine and fried meat. “I just love being filled all the way up. Don’t you?”
The question was brazenly personal, but Kaitlyn didn’t care at that point—she’d drunk too much of the warm cinnamon wine and her filters were gone.
“Um, sure—yes, I love it too,” she heard herself say, the words slipping out too easily. “Unfortunately, my last husband had a tiny little penis,” she added, spurred on by Aria’s conspiratorial tone to reveal something she would never normally talk about. She held her thumb and forefinger about four inches apart. “I mean, like this.”
“Oh no—he had a teeny peeny!” Aria squealed, dissolving into peals of laughter that shook her whole body, and consequently, the cock buried inside her. Dinky groaned softly beneath her again.
“My love, please!” he begged.
“Oh hush, Dinky!” Aria slapped his arm and turned her attention back to Kaitlyn. “Did you get rid of him when you saw the husband you have now? I mean, of course you did—you really got yourself an upgrade, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did,” Kaitlyn said, nodding emphatically. Her mouth was still moving but the wine was doing the talking now. “I mean, I’ve never been with anyone as big as Braze,” she went on, the admission feeling dangerous and strangely liberating. “He really stretches me out inside.”
As she said it, she felt the thick shaft between her thighs give a distinct, hard throb, as if in agreement. Reaching down, she grasped it and began stroking. She normally wouldn’t have acted this way but everyone else was and when in Rome… Also, the wine made it seem like a good idea.
“Oh, I just love that feeling of having my pussy really stuffed full!” Aria cooed, rocking her hips in a tiny, circular motion that made the bulge in her stomach move hypnotically. “It feels so good to be really stretched out on a nice big cock.” She giggled, shooting a sly look at the Empress. “Not that Her Majesty would know.”
The Empress gave her an indulgent smile.
“Now, Aria, you know my feelings on that matter. I prefer to have many concubines over just one husband. And how can I let a man penetrate me unless I marry him? I find this arrangement much more satisfactory.”
She punctuated her statement by threading her fingers through the hair of the concubine who was still lapping industriously between her thighs and grinding against his face with a possessive moan.
Just then, without warning, the great glowing crystals embedded in the vaulted ceiling dimmed. A second later, they flashed once in a blinding white strobe that seared Kaitlyn’s vision. Then they began to pulse in a rapid, disorienting rhythm—bright, dark, bright, dark—accompanied by a deep, drumbeat that vibrated up through the stone floor and seemed to shake her very bones.
The sound was a physical pressure in her chest, and the strobing light made the surreal scene around her jerk and flicker like a broken vid-feed. It was jarring, aggressive, and instantly headache-inducing.
The main entertainment was about to begin.
15
BRAZE
Sexual agony had become a country that Braze now inhabited. His entire world was reduced to the flesh of his cock, and the maddening, rhythmic friction being applied to it.
Kaitlyn’s hand—her small, elegant fingers—were wrapped around his shaft beneath the cover of her gown and the slit in her panties. She wasn't just holding him still anymore. She was stroking him—a slow, absent-minded, up-and-down motion, her palm cupping the head on each upstroke, and her thumb brushing the sensitive slit, now leaking a constant stream of pre-cum that made the motion slick and effortless.