Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Sweetness and warmth and pleasure and goodness—that was what it had tasted like. In the dream he had immediately wanted more. He had sucked her ripe nipple into his mouth, drawing deep to get more of the honey-colored liquid.
Lan’ara had moaned softly and thrust her breasts forward, clearly offering him as much as he wanted. Nate had sucked hard, drinking of the endless flow while he felt his cock straining against her pussy as he kneaded and massaged her big, beautiful breasts…
She moaned again—louder this time—and that was the sound that had woken him up. His eyes had opened and Nate had realized that he had his head pillowed on one of her breasts and he was cupping the other through her thin, silky night dress. He was kneading it and teasing her tight nipple through the thin fabric while Lan’ara moaned and shifted restlessly under him.
“Fuck!” he’d exclaimed, sitting up quickly and releasing her breast. What must she think of him? She’d offered him comfort last night and he’d repaid her by grabbing her! He wasn’t the kind of guy to reach under a woman’s skirt or into her blouse without permission, but now she was going to think he was an asshole who took whatever he wanted without asking.
“Sorry,” he had muttered, shamefaced.
But Lan’ara hadn’t gotten angry. At least, not as far as he could tell. She’d sat up in bed as well and smiled at him.
“You must have been having a good dream,” she’d murmured. “Do you remember what it was about?”
Unfortunately, he did. Nate had felt his face getting hot as he remembered his dream about drinking amber colored sweetness from her breasts. What was wrong with him, anyway? Sure, he’d always liked big, natural breasts and Lan’ara’s were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. But he’d never been into lactation porn or milk play or anything like that.
It hadn’t been milk coming from her nipples though—it had been something else. The amber liquid had been thick and sweet and filled with something that made him feel amazing as he sucked it from her breast…
“The Singing Forest is filled with Fala trees which hum to each other,” Lan’ara said, breaking his train of thought.
“Huh?” Nate looked over at her.
They were walking together down a long path that led away from the Healing Grotto through gently rolling hills. Behind them was the vast purple sea and in the distance, like a white smudge along the horizon, was their destination. The sky was a pale greenish color and the grass on the hills around them looked like tall stalks of blue wheat which rippled like waves in the soft, sweetly scented breeze.
It was beautiful and so completely unlike the environment Nate had left back on Earth that so far nothing had triggered the panic and fury that lived inside him like a sleeping beast.
“You asked how the Singing Forest got its name,” she said patiently and Nate realized he’d been thinking so hard about the strange erotic dream he’d had—and the embarrassment of grabbing her breast uninvited—that he’d forgotten what they were talking about.
“Oh, right—right,” he said nodding. “Uh…and why are we going there again?”
“Because it’s beautiful and tranquil,” Lan’ara said simply. “Forgive me if I am wrong, but it seems to me you could use some beauty and tranquility in your life, Nate.”
“I could,” he admitted. After leaving the Seals, he’d heard a lot of guys say they missed the adrenaline rush that came with combat, but Nate never had. And since the past five years of his life had consisted of running and hiding and fighting and killing, a peaceful walk from the seaside resort where they were staying to a beautiful forest sounded just about right.
The only thing that marred the beauty and peace of their quiet walk was the fact that he couldn’t help wondering if Lan’ara was secretly mad at him for this morning. Some women kept their irritation bottled up inside and let it out at a later date. Nate had dated a few like that and he didn’t like it. He much preferred it if a woman told him when she was irritated so he could fix the situation right away.
Lan’ara didn’t act mad, though. And she was wearing another white gown with a deep V neckline which clearly showed the swells of her breasts and the ripe peaks of her nipples poking through the thin fabric. So it wasn’t like she was trying to cover up.
Nate himself was bare-chested and wearing another pair of loose white trousers. They both had on simple, comfortable sandals. These no-fuss, no-fills outfits seemed to be what all the people wore here on Careesa Prime, where fashion didn’t seem to be a concern.
There didn’t seem to be any underwear to be had, either. Not that he minded going Commando, but the women also didn’t seem to wear bras. Not that Lan’ara needed one—her breasts were full and firm and beautiful, pushing against the white fabric of her dress as the nipples tented the thin material…