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)
“Oh, we are coming to a wayside shrine,” Lan’ara murmured. To his disappointment, she pulled up her gown, covering her breasts again. “Don’t worry,” she said, clearly seeing the look on his face. “When we reach the Singing Woods, I’ll take off my gown completely if you want to look at me.”
“I’d love that, sweetheart,” Nate admitted hoarsely. He couldn’t help it—like most men, he was a visual creature. And the idea of seeing her full curves and bare breasts completely naked made him hard as a rock. “Er, what’s a wayside shrine?” he added, frowning.
“Oh, well the Kindred worship a Goddess—the Mother of All Life, who created us all,” Lan’ara explained. “But here on Careesa Prime, we also believe in giving praise to Nature in all of her bounty. So we set up these shrines at regular intervals along the road where people can stop and offer a sacrifice. You don’t have to, of course—but it’s considered very good luck if you do. Would you like to see?”
They had come to the little shrine as she talked. It appeared to be a small building made of bluish-gray stones with a simple wooden door that led to its interior. The exterior was decorated with long strings of dried flowers, all faded to pastel shades of blue and purple and green.
The cautious part of Nate held back a little.
Be careful—could be a trap, whispered the voice in the back of his head. But it didn’t look like a trap—they were light years away from Earth and the Scourge, he reminded himself. He was on a whole other planet—a peaceful planet where they were all about healing and calm.
“All right,” he said, nodding. “Er—do you want me to go first? In case someone else is inside it?”
“No need,” Lan’ara told him. “If there were worshipers within, they would have laid a string of flowers across the door. See?” And she plucked one of the long strands of dried flowers and hung it on a small metal hook on the outside of the door which Nate hadn’t seen earlier. “Now, if someone comes along the road, they’ll see that the shrine already contains worshipers,” she explained. “And they’ll move on. No one will bother us.”
“Well…okay.” Nate shrugged as she pushed open the door. “I’ll look inside but I don’t know about leaving a, uh, sacrifice. I mean, we didn’t bring anything with us, did we?” He held out his open hands. Lan’ara had assured him they would be able to get food when they got to the Singing Forest, so they hadn’t even packed a lunch.
“The sacrifice isn’t a material thing,” she explained as she pushed through the wooden door into the shrine. “It’s a sacrifice of pleasure.”
Inside the shrine was open to the sky and larger than it had looked, Nate thought. There were a few wooden benches along the wall and a metal spigot in the corner which was dripping slowly. There was a small wet patch on the dusty flagstones just under it.
In the center of the shrine was a stone pedestal with a vast, green vase filled with more dried flowers. It looked kind of like a centerpiece you might find at a fancy hotel, Nate thought. Then Lan’ara’s words sank in.
“A sacrifice of pleasure? What does that mean?” he asked, turning to her.
“It means you give yourself or your lover pleasure until you reach a release,” she explained. She had taken down her gown again and her bare breasts were on display. “This shows reverence to Nature and it’s believed that it will help the fertility of the planet.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you like to pleasure yourself and leave a sacrifice, Nate?”
His heartbeat quickened and his cock—which had almost gone down when he had been debating entering the small, enclosed shrine—suddenly surged again.
“Are you asking if I want to look at your beautiful body and jerk off?”
“If that is what you call it. We simply call it pleasuring yourself here,” Lan’ara informed him. “Would you like participate in the tradition and make a sacrifice?”
“Are you going to do it?” Nate asked. God, his cock was throbbing!
“Would you like to watch me pleasure myself?” Lan’ara’s lovely eyes were half-lidded again as she went to sit on one of the wooden benches.
“Of course I would,” Nate growled. He settled on a bench across from her. They were only about four feet apart, so he had a very good view of her gorgeous tits.
“Then it would be my pleasure to make a sacrifice,” she murmured. The front of the gown was already cut high enough to show her thighs, so she simply lifted it higher to expose the most exquisite little pussy Nate had ever seen.
She was already wet and swollen, her inner folds glistening as she spread her legs to give him a better view. Her inner pussy was pink, like the swirls at her temples, he saw.