Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“But what if I don’t want to let you, uh, milk him?” Andi demanded, frowning.
“Regardless of what you decide, he must wear a tail.” Queen Pantyitch rose abruptly and looked at her male-wife. “Turg, bring the tail kit at once.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Turg scurried away and came back shortly with a large, flat wooden box in his hands. He held it out and Queen Pantyitch opened it.
Andi rose to see the contents—a black rod with long black tassels hanging from the end of it was the first thing that met her eyes. It was about as thick as two of her fingers put together—except for the knob near the end where the tassels were placed, which was a bit thicker. There was also a bottle of lube in the box—at least that was what Andi assumed the thick pink gel in the clear bottle was.
“There you are—please insert his tail at once,” Queen Pantyitch ordered. “My business partner will be here at any moment.”
Andi wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Thrax but her partner wouldn’t meet her eyes. He was staring down at the round, gold and green carpet, which looked expensive, and deliberately refusing to look at her.
Hoping that she wasn’t doing something that would scar him for life, Andi gave him a gentle nudge.
“Hey, get up and turn around, okay?” she said to him. “I have to put this in you and I can’t do it while you’re still sitting down.”
Wordlessly, Thrax rose from the chair and turned. Placing one knee on the chair’s seat and bracing his other foot on the floor, he bent forward with his forearms on the back of the leather back of the chair.
“All right, Mistress,” he said in a low, almost inaudible voice. “I’m ready.”
Andi frowned. For some reason, it worried her when he started calling her “Mistress” instead of “Queen.” Something was going on with her partner—something wasn’t right.
She should have asked him more about it earlier but they’d gotten off topic after the way he’d gone down on her and was apparently fantasizing about her. Now it was too late—they couldn’t talk things out in front of Queen Pantyitch.
Since there didn’t seem to be anything else she could do, she stepped forward and put one hand on the big Hybrid’s muscular ass. Thrax twitched and his whole body seemed to tighten, as though he was fighting to force himself to hold still. God, what was going on inside his head?
“Thrax, it’s okay,” Andi murmured in a soothing tone. She continued to caress him, running her hand over the firm curves of his ass, hoping she could soothe him. “Everything is all right, I promise.”
“Do hurry up, won’t you?” Queen Pantyitch snapped impatiently. “Inserting a tail shouldn’t take all day!”
“This is the first time Thrax has ever worn a tail,” Andi said sharply. “So I’m going to take as long as I need to make sure he feels comfortable!”
She expected a sharp reply from the other woman but Queen Pantyitch only rolled her eyes.
“Fine. Turg, go stand by her and offer her the lube when she’s ready,” she ordered.
The little male-wife—he seemed little to Andi since he was only an inch or two taller than she was—came over and offered her the bottle of pink gel. Andi took it and pumped a few squirts onto her fingers.
“Thrax, I’m going to touch you now,” she told her partner. “I’m going to use some of this lube on you to help you open up. Do you understand?”
There was no response. Thrax’s head was hanging low and he didn’t seem to be responding. This didn’t seem to be a good sign to Andi.
“Look at me and tell me that you understand,” she said firmly.
At last her partner turned his head and she was alarmed to see that his eyes were half-lidded and there was an almost drugged look in their golden depths.
“Yes, Mistress,” he rumbled, nodding. “I’ll try…try to be open for you. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
Andi wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but she didn’t feel like she could back out now. If he’d jumped or tried to get away or demanded that she not touch him, she would have refused to go on. But he was standing there passively, telling her to do whatever she wanted. So she continued with the tail placement.
Slipping her fingers between his ass cheeks, she found the tight, puckered ring of the big Hybrid’s rosebud. Thrax shivered deeply when she touched him there but he didn’t try to pull away. In fact, he leaned forward a little more, giving her easier access.
Carefully, Andi rubbed the lube in. She’d never done this in real life, but she’d read some spicy romances that included ass play, so she had at least some idea of what she was doing. The main thing she remembered was that she shouldn’t rush things—he needed to open up for her naturally with no forcing on her part.