Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
The cold feeling in her pussy from the half-melted ice powder had been getting worse—especially since they came back out to the ship and sat down. Now she could barely sit still, she was so cold and uncomfortable between her thighs. She knew she ought to be focused on the curse, but the icy pain wouldn’t let her.
“There—the autopilot is locked in for Zantha.” Brax’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts. “We’ll be there in just a few hours—your mother’s ship is extremely fast,” he added.
“Good, thank you, Brax.” Serenai shifted again and squeezed her thighs together—but that only made the piercing cold more painful. “Ouch!” she gasped.
Brax turned to her, frowning.
“Little Mistress, I can tell something’s wrong with you. What is it?”
“I…I’m just worried about this awful curse,” Serenai lied. She was embarrassed to admit the real problem.
But it was clear she wasn’t fooling the big half-Kindred. He frowned at her.
“Serenai, I can tell when you’re not being truthful,” he rumbled. “Something’s wrong with you—what is it?”
Serenai squirmed some more, but the icy pain was growing. Also, she couldn’t forget his remark about getting frostbite on her forbidden areas. She didn’t want that!
“I just…I think…think some of the, uh, ice powder melted and somehow got past the protective gel you put on me,” she admitted at last. “I feel like I have an icicle between my legs and it really hurts!” She rose abruptly from the passenger seat. “I’m going to duck in the back and take a shower to wash it off.”
“You might want to wait a minute on that, little one,” Brax said dryly.
“What? But why? I thought you said we were underway and we had some time before we got to Zantha?”
“We are and we do, but a shower won’t melt the ice powder crystals or get them off you,” he rumbled. “The only way to get them off is by licking—that’s they way they’re designed.”
“What? But…but you already licked me! That’s how I got so cold in the first place,” Serenai protested.
“I didn’t get to finish licking away all the crystals—that’s why they melted and they’re making you so uncomfortable,” he told her. His voice softened and his eyes were suddenly half-lidded. “Come on, baby, let me help you. You know I don’t mind.”
Serenai nibbled her lower lip.
“I…I don’t know. It just feels…sinful to let you lick me there.”
“I’m sure it would be considered sinful back at your Convent,” he said, nodding. “But remember—this is your body and you have a right to get pleasure from it. And you have a right not to get frostbite on your sweet little pussy,” he added.”
“Really? The crystals can really cause frostbite?” Serenai felt a nervous knot forming in her stomach.
“If you leave things like they are, I’m afraid so.” Brax rose from the pilot’s chair to tower over her. He cupped her cheek gently. “Now are you going to be a good girl and let me lick your sweet little pussy to get rid of the rest of that ice powder…or should I set a course for the nearest healing house to deal with the problem you’re shortly going to be having?”
When he put it that way, Serenai knew there was no choice.
“I…I’ll let you lick me,” she whispered. “Only, I don’t understand—why do you want to do it so much? Is it just because you’re half-Kindred?”
“That and the Ryther half of me—as I explained before, it gives me what we call ‘the Thirst,’” Brax told her. “Makes me need to taste the juices of a willing female on a regular basis.” He frowned. “But I swear I won’t go too far, little Mistress. I’ll only lick where you tell me to—wherever the ice powder is bothering you. All right?”
His words made Serenai feel a little better.
“All right,” she agreed. “Come on—I guess the bedroom is the best place for this.”
Brax shook his head.
“I don’t want to be so far from the cockpit. How about the couch in the living area—that’s only a few feet away.”
“Oh, well…” Serenai had been hoping to go into the bedroom and turn off the light. It made her feel nervous to be all spread out in the open with the lights on high, as they were in the living area of the luxury ship. She stared at the pink, ultra-lush couch which was positioned in the center of the room directly on a rare white Trantha-fur rug.
Brax seemed to read her mind.
“Lights dim,” he rumbled and immediately the illumination pods sank down to a warm, golden glow. He raised his eyebrows at Serenai. “Better, Mistress?”
“Yes, much better,” Serenai said gratefully. “Thank you, Brax.”
“Anything to make you feel at ease, baby.” He gave her a half-lidded smile which somehow made her feel more comfortable with him and the whole situation…and made her heart pound harder at the same time.