Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Is that why I’m so fucking horny?” Fierce demanded. “Damn—it’s really working on me, too!”
“I wonder if it’s working on Celia?” Hold murmured. “We’ll have to ask her when we get a chance.”
Fierce was about to reply, but just then they reached a large opening in the tree trunk itself.
“This is the dormitory for new recruits to the Sisterhood,” La’ver’na told them. “Please…enter and be at home.”
So their conversation had to be cut short, but Fierce promised himself he would pick it up later. Hold might be onto something with his idea about a special horny frequency and he wanted to know more.
30
HOLD
The dormitory for new recruits seemed to be carved out of the trunk of the Mother Tree itself. It was a large, airy space with smooth wooden walls and luminescent golden moss hanging from the ceiling that illuminated the area with a soft glow.
Hold liked the smell of wood—it was a warm, growing scent and the tree’s vibrations seemed to awaken his whole body to the pleasure around him. He also loved the sounds of the enormous leaves whispering together in the wind. But he couldn’t help thinking there was something strange about the Sisterhood of Peace. Something was off, somehow, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, as the humans said.
For now, though, they appeared to be stuck here—at least until their ship was fixed. And in the meantime, it seemed that they weren’t going to be immediately parted from Celia after all—which was good. Hold would rather be hundreds of thousands of light years from home and still have the curvy little Elite by his side, than be safely back in the Mother Ship without her. She was everything he wanted in a mate—maybe this time together in the Sisterhood of Peace would give her time to reconsider her decision to go back to Peter back on Earth.
That was what he hoped, anyway. He firmly believed that he and Fierce were a much better choice for her as mates. He just hoped that Celia would see it that way too, when they spent a little more time together.
31
CELIA
“This is the Dormitory and this is Ger’tha—the Guardian of Recruits,” La’ver’na announced, gesturing to another unicorn woman coming towards them.
This one seemed older to Celia—her mane had streaks of gray in it and she walked rather stiffly, her cloven hooves tap-tapping on the wooden floor. She also had a stern expression on her equine face as she looked them up and down.
“Hmm, new recruits are they? Only three of them? The little goddess has no other worshippers?” she asked, turning to the priestess.
“She has only the two but they have very large shafts, as you see.” La’ver’na gestured to Hold and Fierce, who both still had hard-ons, which were very visible under their scarlet silk loincloths. “Also, they seem eager to please her,” she added. “At least from what I have observed so far. You must tell me what you think, Ger’tha—after they’ve been with you for a while.”
“Very well—I’ve a place for them right over here,” the Guardian of Recruits said, nodding. “It’s a smaller alcove, but it should do.”
The entire large room was partitioned off into many private areas by long strips of dark cloth that hung from the ceiling. The effect was that of an ER where there were separate patient areas divided by curtains, Celia thought. But there was nothing sterile or cold about the dormitory—on the contrary, the fact that it was carved out of the living tree and lit by the golden, glowing moss made it seem warm and full of life.
As they passed several of the curtained off areas, Celia could hear noises that sounded like moans and groans coming from inside. At one of them, Ger’tha stopped and pulled back the end curtain, revealing an extremely large, round bed with four people on it.
But it wasn’t the strange bed Celia was looking at—it was the people and what they were doing.
One of them was a unicorn woman—more like a unicorn girl since she looked younger than either La’ver’na or Ger’tha. She was maybe around eighteen or nineteen, Celia guessed. She had pale skin and a long, straight platinum blonde mane. She had tiny breasts and large hips and thighs and the spiral horn in the center of her forehead was pearly white.
The unicorn girl was surrounded by three different goat men and she was servicing all of them at once.
“Dios!” Celia whispered, as she took in the details. One of the goat men was under the girl and she was sitting astride him with his thick cock thrusting up into her pussy. The second goat man was taking her from behind, clearly thrusting into her ass. The third was kneeling near the unicorn girl’s head and she was sucking his long, red shaft vigorously. In fact, he seemed to be coming because it looked like she was swallowing his seed.