Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
She could feel his Beast’s pleasure as he tasted her and knew that Rax wasn’t alone in this. In fact, she could feel the creature inside him, rumbling with hunger and desire as she opened herself for him. She sent the Beast her own feelings of need and pleasure as Rax continued to lick her. And if his tongue seemed to grow a little longer and rougher, as though his Beast was coming forward, Breenah didn’t mind.
She was just beginning to wonder if he was going to mount her from behind again, as he had when his Beast had bred her, when there was a soft chiming from the other room.
“Oh—what’s that?” Breenah asked breathlessly.
“Maybe something I ordered.” Rax rumbled. He gave her a last, sweet kiss on her ass and then rose and wrapped his towel more firmly around his waist. “I’ll get it,” he told Breenah. “It’ll just take a minute so don’t move, sweetheart.”
Breenah moaned and wiggled but held her position. She heard the front door slide open and low male voices talking. Then the door slid shut again and there were some sounds like someone moving furniture.
Rax came back to the bed chamber, his eyes bright with excitement.
“Who was at the door?” Breenah asked.
“Delivery. Got something for you, baby—something that’s going to make tonight special,” Rax promised. “You want to come see it?”
It already felt like a special night to Breenah but she nodded eagerly and rolled over to hold out her arms. Rax scooped her up in a way that was already becoming familiar and carried her out into the living area.
There, arranged in front of the fireplace with its dancing gold and blue flames, was a kind of chair that Breenah had never seen before.
It was made of curving, smooth white wood and it glided back and forth when Rax pushed it. There were no arms on the chair but there were footrests on the sides, though how you could use them when you sat and rocked in the chair, Breenah couldn’t figure out.
When she mentioned them to Rax, he shook his head and chuckled softly.
“Those footrests aren’t for me, little girl—they’re for you. You see, this is a Breeding Chair—a special piece of furniture to help a Wulven Kindred breed his bride gently and thoroughly.”
“But…I thought you already bred me and…and got me pregnant.” Breenah still wasn’t sure about the idea of a baby growing inside her instead of in an artificial womb, but everyone else aboard the Mother Ship seemed to take it as a matter of course, so she was trying to get used to it.
“My Beast bred you,” Rax corrected her. “And it was rough and brutal. But this is going to be long and slow and deep, sweetheart. You see, I sit in the chair like this…” He settled back in the chair, which glided gently back and forth at the motion. “And you sit on my lap—facing me—and put your feet on the footrests.”
“Oh, I think I understand.” Breenah nodded. “That way your shaft can go deep inside me while we move together. Right?”
Rax’s eyes were half-lidded in the warm glow of the firelight.
“Exactly, little girl. Would you like to come try it?”
The thought of having him in her again made Breenah feel tingly all over.
“Yes, I want to try it,” she said at once. “Should I climb on your lap? I mean, are you ready for me? Ready to breed me again, Rax?”
Rax unfastened the towel from around his waist and opened it. His long, thick shaft was sticking up between his thighs, the broad head pointing at his flat belly.
“What do you think, little girl?” he growled.
“I think you look ready,” Breenah said breathlessly. “And I feel ready. I mean…I think my pussy is wet enough to take all of you in my slit.”
Her words made Rax’s eyes blaze and he growled softly with desire.
“Gods, baby—love to hear you talk like that. Come on then—climb in my lap.”
He patted his thighs with both hands and Breenah came to him at once. She climbed into the chair with him, facing his broad chest, and settled herself on his thighs. His long, thick shaft was between them but she knew she wanted it inside herself.
“Do you need some help, little girl?” Rax asked, as she used the footrests to raise herself up.
“I think I’ve got it,” Breenah murmured. She had his thick length in her hand and was rubbing the broad head against her slippery inner folds as she spoke. Oh Goddess, it felt so good when he rubbed over her aching little clit! She spent some time doing that—just enjoying herself—then she slid the head of his cock lower until it found the mouth of her pussy.
“Slowly, baby,” Rax cautioned as she lowered herself down on him, feeling the head breach her entrance.