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)
Nate came to stand with her under the pouring water and at first she felt only pleasure from him. But then, suddenly, something happened. Lan’ara couldn’t tell what it was—a sight or a sound or maybe even a smell that triggered him and brought back some dark horror from his past. But suddenly panic and pain were rushing through him even faster than the water coming down on their heads.
“Nate? What is it? What’s wrong?” she shouted, but they were right under the fall and she couldn’t make herself heard over the pounding water.
Quickly, she made her way out from under the waterfall, but then she couldn’t find him. The big human had disappeared somewhere and though she looked everywhere, Lan’ara couldn’t see him.
“Oh Goddess, help me find him!” she whispered to herself as she began wading through the complex of caverns, looking for her fated mate. He might be anywhere—and from the emotions she could still feel—he was completely trapped in his past. Something had set him off and now he was caught in a negative vortex.
Lan’ara knew she had to find him quickly—just feeling his negative emotions was depleting her. She needed to get to him and try to heal him by sharing his burden before he completely drained her reservoir. But how could she do that if she couldn’t find him? How—
Suddenly a muscular arm slid around her throat.
“Got you now, you Scourge fucker!” a familiar voice rasped in her ear.
And then the arm began to squeeze.
THIRTY-ONE
SONYA
“Please…please don’t hurt me!” Sonya begged, backing away from the huge Trollox.
“Who said anything about hurting you, girly?” the middle head snarled. “Just want you to get naked and spread your legs. Then old Grox will give you a surprise.” It grinned, showing stained yellow and brown teeth in a lipless mouth that wafted the disgusting odor of decay.
“You…you can’t do that to me!” Sonya protested. “You’re too big! You’ll rip me in half!” Her eyes were glued to the enormous bulge in his brown trousers. The one that looked as big as a good-sized baby. There was no way that was going inside her—not without literally splitting her in two!
“Who said Grox was going to breed you tonight?” the Trollox snarled. “We knows you’re not stretched yet. But tonight you starts your stretching.”
Reaching into a pocket of the brown trousers, the creature pulled out something that looked like the most enormous dildo Sonya had ever seen. It was made of some kind of metal—stainless steel maybe? Anyway, it was a dull silver and it was definitely larger than anything she’d ever had inside her before.
“What’s that?” she demanded. “You can’t put that inside me!”
“Oh yes, we can! Got approval from your owner, Oozle,” Grox claimed. “He said it was all right to start your stretching now, on account of how you’re going to be ours at the end of the week. That way it won’t take too long before you can take our shaft and we can plant our heir in you!”
“What?” Sonya felt like she might be sick. “Are you talking about me having your baby? That’s crazy! Oozle will never allow it!”
“He already agreed to our price, girly.” The Trollox smirked at her, all three heads giving her smug looks. “You’re with that fuckin’ Kindred for the rest of the week, but after that you belongs to Grox and we’re going to plant our heir in your belly.” He held up the enormous dull silver dildo again. “Now are you going to put your first stretcher in yourself or should Grox do it for you?” He leered at her. “Or would you rather spend the night in The Box?”
Sonya felt sick. To think that this horrible monster—this nightmare come to life—would try to impregnate her with its spawn was worse than any night terror she’d ever had. But was he telling the truth? Had Oozle really already sold her? Was there no way out of this horrible situation?
Well, for the next two hours, it seemed there wasn’t. She was stuck in her room with the enormous Trollox and there was nowhere she could run. If she tried to escape, the guards would catch her and send her right back to her room and then report her attempted escape to Oozle. Then she’d have to deal with whatever Grox dished out and spend the night being tortured in The Box.
Just do it, she told herself, feeling sick. There’s no way out of this—you have to go through it to get to the other side, Sonya.
“All right,” she whispered, feeling her gorge rise. “All right, give it to me—I‘ll…I’ll put it in myself. Just don’t touch me.”
“Good.” Grox handed the enormous, heavy metal thing over to her. It was cold as ice and Sonya winced as she took it from his dirty paw of a hand. But as big as it was, it was still nothing compared to the flesh cannon she saw distending his dirty brown trousers.