Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Gods!”
The pleasure was rolling over him now and she pounded deeply into him and stroked him at the same time. The pleasure of submitting to her completely like this—of opening himself and letting her fill him was beyond anything he had ever known—had ever expected to know in his lifetime.
“I’m yours, S’rentha!” he gasped, pumping into her soft hands. “Yours completely—take me. Use me. Fuck me!”
“That’s right—it feels good, doesn’t it?” Lucille panted in his ear. “You like it when I fuck you like this, baby? When I fill your ass with this big hard cock? Give it up for me now—give it up and come!”
T’zaren couldn’t ignore the command in her voice—in the voice of his S’rentha—his own private Goddess. He had found her at last, after years of searching and he was more than willing to obey her command.
With a low, agonized groan he felt himself clenching around the long, thick cock. At the same time, his balls tightened and he felt the first spurt of cream and seed burst from the tips of his shafts simultaneously. Oh Gods, he was coming—coming with her shaft in his ass and he never wanted it to stop! He had never imagined it could feel this way to submit, never thought he could enjoy being the receiver of pleasure instead of the giver but this was fucking incredible!
“That’s right—come for me, baby!” he heard Lucille moan in his ear as her soft breasts pressed against his back. She was grinding the shaft inside him now, doubtless grinding her pussy against the pleasure buzzer as they both reached the peak together. “And oh God—I’m coming too! Coming so hard while I fuck you, T’zaren!” she moaned.
T’zaren felt like he couldn’t stop coming himself. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through him as the orgasm took him. Who could have imagined it would feel so good to give himself so completely to his S’rentha? Who could have known the Unbreakable Vow was so intense?
For a long moment he couldn’t do or say anything—he could only come. But at last, the incredibly intense pleasure began to ebb and he coasted downward. The experience left him feeling utterly spent, both emotionally and physically.
Gasping for breath, he hung in the manacles, putting his full weight on the chains that held him in place until he felt them bending as some of the links began to stretch apart. He was probably ruining the manacles.
Well, that was just too bad, T’zaren told himself. Being fucked so deep and hard by the woman he loved took it out of a male! He had never submitted like that to anyone…and he would never submit to anyone else but Lucille that way, he vowed.
“Hey, baby—you all right?” he heard her murmur behind him as she stroked his back lovingly. “I wasn’t too hard on you—was I?”
“You pounded my ass,” T’zaren admitted, still panting. “But I fucking loved it, my S’rentha.”
He leaned back against her, loving the comforting feeling of her small, gentle hands caressing his back and sides. The Unbreakable Vow had been taken and they had both drawn pleasure from it. Now, doubtless, Lucille would start talking about the two of them moving in together and getting bonded. There was really nothing else they could do, now that they had taken such a serious step together.
But it wasn’t Lucille who spoke next—it was the shrewish voice of Mistress Shin’dara he heard echoing in the marble Throne Room.
“Enough,” she snapped, glaring at the both of them. “That wasn’t painful at all! Your manslave gave it up for you like he’d been born to it! You didn’t rail him like I wanted you to—you pleasured him! I could barely stand to watch!”
“It doesn’t matter if he got pleasure from it or not—we fulfilled our end of the bargain,” Lucy pointed out. She was still inside him and T’zaren felt strange twinge of disappointment as she finally started to draw out. “The dimriel is ours,” she told the Twainer as she finally pulled the entire golden shaft out of his ass. “Give it to us and let us be on our way.”
“No.” Mistress Shin’dara gave her a level glance. “No, I don’t think so. You might have gotten satisfaction from fucking your manslave, but I certainly didn’t.”
“What are you talking about?” Lucille demanded. “I don’t know what else you expect us to do for you!”
“I don’t expect you to do anything but make your manslave hold still while I fuck him,” the Twainer purred.
Rising from her throne, she thrust out her hips and T’zaren saw a sight that made his blood run cold. Attached to Mistress Shin’dara’s crotch was a shaft twice as big as the one Lucille had just used on him. And it was covered in long, curving thorns.
‘’My turn,” she purred.