Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
He frowned and looked down at my nipples, which were swollen and at least two shades darker than usual.
“Hmm…I’m sorry about that, little one. Your little peaks do look awfully tight and achy.”
“They are,” I moaned. Thrusting my breasts out for him, I gave him my most appealing look. “Please, Sir—help me get this stuff off of me. If you drop me off on Earth while I’m still in this state, I don’t know what I’ll do!”
“What about your prospective mate?” he asked, though there was reluctance in his voice. “Can he not…help you?”
“I broke things off with Don,” I told him. “He just couldn’t compare to you—no one can. Besides, do you really want me to let some other man suck my nipples? I don’t think you do, or you wouldn’t have paid fifty million credits for me,” I pointed out.
Sir’s big hands curled into fists.
“No,” he growled. “No, of course I don’t want any other male near you! The very thought makes me want to kill someone!”
“Don’t get mad—I don’t want anyone but you,” I soothed. Reaching up, I began caressing his curling horns, tugging lightly to bring his face down to my chest. “Don’t get mad,” I repeated. “Just help me. Please, Sir…”
“I shouldn’t,” he growled. “It will only make it that much harder for me to let you go again.”
That was exactly what I was hoping, of course! But I wasn’t going to say it out loud. Instead, I tugged lightly on his horns and thrust my breasts up to his mouth.
“Please, Sir,” I begged softly. “It hurts so much! You don’t want me to be in pain, do you?”
“No, of course not, little one,” he murmured, cupping my breasts at last in his big, warm hands. “I would never want that.”
“Then help me,” I whispered.
Sir didn’t answer in words. Instead, he ducked his head and sucked my right nipple deep into his hot mouth.
I moaned and thrust my breast forward again, offering myself completely.
“Oh, Sir!” I gasped. “Oh, that feels so good!”
Sir growled low in his throat and tightened his grip on me as he swirled his tongue around and around my hard nipple. I could feel the stinging ache the eroticizing drops had caused beginning to fade, but it was replaced by another kind of pleasurable pain—the delicious ache of my Master’s mouth sucking hard on my bare breasts.
He switched to the other breast without my having to beg, which I thought was a good sign. As he sucked my left peak deeply into his mouth, I arched my back and ran my hands though his thick black hair and over his curling horns. I had an idea the horns were an erogenous zone for Korrigons, though Sir had never explicitly said so. But he seemed to like it when I tugged and pulled on them, especially when he was going down on me.
Speaking of which, I hoped I wouldn’t have to beg too much to get him to lap the eroticizing drops off my pussy. He finally pulled back, letting my left nipple slip from his lips. He was panting and his eyes were flickering from black to red—a sure sign that he was close to losing control.
“Sir…” I whispered, looking at him appealingly. “My breasts feel so much better. But he put the drops other places too, you know.” I nodded down between my legs at my throbbing pussy.
“I shouldn’t,” Sir growled hoarsely. “Shouldn’t go down on you and lap your sweet slippery cunt, little one.”
“But it really hurts,” I begged softly, which wasn’t a lie—those damn eroticizing drops were making me feel all swollen and achy—almost like I had a fever in my clit.
“Spread your legs and let me examine you,” Sir ordered.
Obediently, I did as he said, opening my thighs wider so that my hot, swollen pussy was on full display. I was slippery and wet, both from the eroticizing drops and my own honey and my clit was throbbing with need. I was eager to show myself to my Master—I knew how much he loved my scent and flavor—how much he loved tasting me.
“Gods,” he muttered. “You do appear to be in need.”
“I am. It hurts, Sir,” I said softly. “Please, can’t you make it better?”
“Oh, little one,” he said—almost groaned—staring at what I was offering him. “I shouldn’t. Why in the name of the Goddess Eternal can’t I resist you?”
“Just help me,” I urged him. Reaching up, I traced one of his horns lightly with my fingertips, which caused Sir to shiver. “Lick my pussy, Sir,” I purred, lifting my hips to get closer. “Lick me and put your tongue inside me and make me feel all better—please?”
“Gods,” he growled again and swallowed hard—I could see him trying to keep control. “I’ll lick you,” he said at last, looking up at me. “But only to get the eroticizing drops off you.”