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)
The sight reminded Celia of what she’d found out about the unicorn girl and she felt slightly ill.
“Those aren’t just her worshippers, you know,” she murmured, leaning forward to make sure her voice only carried to her guys.
“They’re not? What the fuck are they then?” Fierce frowned.
“Her brothers!” Celia hissed. “They’re her three older brothers.”
“What the fuck?” Fierce demanded. “You’re kidding, right? Please say you’re kidding. That’s fucking incest.”
“I know what it is—keep your voice down!” Celia hissed at him.
“You know, some people might classify what we do as incest,” Hold remarked, looking thoughtful. “I mean, sharing a female and joining our shafts together to Bond her to us.”
“What? But we don’t touch each other like that!” Fierce protested, nodding at the foursome beside them.
“No, we don’t,” Hold admitted. “I like our way better—concentrating all our attention on our one chosen female,” he added, giving Celia an intense look.
Celia bit her lip and tried to look away. All day long the Mother Tree’s energy had been pulsing through her, making her feel half-crazy with sexual need. It had been getting really hard to concentrate on dying the spider silk towards the end and she’d been looking forward to getting some relief by letting her guys touch her when she saw them.
But now I don’t have any excuse to let them touch me, she realized, looking down at her bright blue nipples in dismay. Before I had to let them try to turn my nipples blue. But now anything we do together is just flat out cheating on Peter!
She didn’t want to think about that, so she turned the conversation to other topics.
“What about you, Fierce—did you find out anything about the ship?” she asked the Dark Twin.
“I got to help fixing it—and let me tell you, those fucking “goat men,” as you call them, are fucking machines when it comes to fixing ships,” Fierce reported. “Our ship is going to be ready to fly in no time.”
“What, really? But it was so banged up!” Celia exclaimed, remembering all the dents in the silver hull.
“And nearly every system was failing,” Hold added. “How could they fix it so fast?”
Fierce shrugged.
“They’re just that good. I think it helps that they’re completely focused on whatever the fuck it is the foreman tells them to do. Also, they’ve got a state-of-the-art repair facility here—it rivals what we’ve got on the Mother Ship.”
“So we should be able to leave here soon?” Celia asked hopefully.
“Yes—as far as the ship’s functions and flying systems are concerned,” Fierce said, frowning. “The only part they don’t seem to be able to fix is the long range communications array. They don’t even seem to have the parts for it—though they’ve got parts for every other kind of ship in the known fucking universe,” he added.
“I bet they don’t have communications parts because they don’t want people contacting anyone to come get them,” Celia murmured. “Sess’ely told me that she and her brothers wanted to leave at one point but they couldn’t. And then, once her breasts started making the, uh, pleasure drops, they decided they would all rather just stay.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s in those pleasure drops, but they seem to make the males here do whatever anyone tells them. Why else would those three consent to fucking their little sister?” Fierce shot Sess’ely and her brothers a hard look.
“I don’t think it’s their fault though,” Celia protested, trying to defend her new friend. “La’ver’na is the one who encouraged them all to, uh, get together that way. I think she told them the same thing she told us—that if they didn’t join the Sisterhood, they wouldn’t fix their ship.”
“And now, because they won’t be accepted if they go back home, she wants to feed all four of them to the Mother Tree,” Hold murmured and shook his head.
“I know! I’ve been trying to talk her out of going up to Fifth Branch if they call for her, but so far nothing I say is sinking in,” Celia remarked. “Poor Sess’ely!”
“Yeah, poor Sess’ely,” Fierce echoed sarcastically, looking over to where the unicorn girl was currently taking on two of her big brothers at once.
“Stop it—I know it’s weird, but she didn’t choose this. None of them did!” Celia insisted. “Oh look—here’s supper,” she added, since the pot was currently filling up—this time with some kind of vegetable stir-fry looking mixture that had long pink and blue veggie sticks in it as well as red and brown chunks, all mixed together in a thick yellow sauce.
Celia was glad there was no meat in it, but she still couldn’t help wondering how the Mother Tree made the food it fed to the people who lived among its branches. The thought put her off, so that she could only finish half a bowl of the stir-fry mixture, even though it was quite tasty.