Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
The right head snorted and muttered something incoherent, while the left one giggled to itself.
Noelle hugged her arms to her chest—well, tried to—and immediately winced when the collar shocked her hands for daring to brush against her own skin.
“Ow!” she gasped under her breath.
Her stupid breasts felt so full and heavy and painful—the nipples were tight and aching and even the slightest movement hurt. She wished she could cover them—or rub them—or anything to relieve the pressure. But the collar made even scratching her nose impossible.
She watched Bright absently rubbing his chest and felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
Why do their collars let them touch themselves while mine punish me for every little thing? Madre de Dios, it’s crazy-making!
“And this is the recreational den,” the Trollox said cheerfully as he led them onward.
They stepped into another colossal room featuring an entertainment screen the size of a building wall. It stretched from the massive hearth at one end to a pile of enormous lounging pillows at the other. A controller—bigger than Noelle’s torso—lay discarded on the floor.
Burn’s low whistle echoed in the vast room.
“Gods. That screen’s big enough to broadcast to the whole fucking neighborhood!”
Bright’s eyes widened slightly as he looked around.
“You could fit a whole squadron of Kindred in here.”
The Trollox laughed at their awe, his three voices rattling the enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
“Wait until you see our office, piggy-wigs—it’s much bigger than you might imagine.”
He wasn’t exaggerating.
The “office” was built on an enormous scale—there was a desk carved from a single slab of dark stone, its surface long enough to park a shuttle on. The legs were thick pillars carved with swirling symbols. A rolling chair stood behind it—a monstrous piece of furniture that could easily fit a Kindred warrior stretched out flat on his back.
“You’ll be doing some accounting for us here,” the Trollox told Bright, tapping the desk with a talon-like nail. “Simple work. You’ll get used to the size.”
Bright shot Noelle an encouraging look, though she saw the tension in his shoulders.
Even he’s intimidated, she thought sympathetically.
“Of course,” the Trollox went on, “You’ll all be assigned your daily duties. The big male will handle the yard—lots of thinning to do, lots of weeds. You’ll be busy, boy.”
Burn gave a single curt nod, though he was clearly trying not to bare his teeth.
“And for our shorter male, as I said—my accounts need regular tending.”
Bright inclined his head as well.
“As for the little female…” The middle head grinned, revealing tusks as long as Noelle’s forearm. “You shall keep the house neat and tidy.”
Noelle’s stomach flipped.
How am I supposed to clean this place? Are all the brooms and mops twice as big? Bigger? How would I even lift them?
But as overwhelming as the enormous house was, it could not fully distract her from the sensation throbbing between her thighs. She felt swollen there—overheated and oversensitive. Her nipples were so tight it was painful.
What is wrong with me? she wondered. Why am I so hot? Why do I keep thinking about that auction…about their mouths and bodies and how I sucked them both and swallowed their…
Her throat tightened, suddenly dry, as she pushed the thought away. She’d only done that because she had to, she argued with herself. It wasn’t like she’d actually wanted to do that…right?
Lupin’s warning whispered in her mind like a curse.
“If you refuse the second half of the treatment, you’ll have trouble…”
Is this what he’d meant? Her legs trembled with anxiety as she and Bright and Burn followed the enormous three-headed troll from the office, down the hallway. The sexual need was growing inside her, though she tried desperately to ignore it.
“And here is where you’ll be spending your nights,” the Trollox announced suddenly, jarring her from her spiraling thoughts.
He gestured toward three enormous doors in a row, each big enough for a Kindred shuttle to drive through.
“Which room are we staying in?” Burn demanded, glaring up at him.
“We don’t care, little piggy-wig—take your pick. Only one to a room, mind.” The Trollox lifted one giant, filthy finger in warning. “We can’t have the three of you mingling and breeding when you’re not supposed to.” He threw all three doors open with a sweep of his arm. “Go on—choose.”
Noelle picked the middle room. Burn moved into the one on her left without hesitation, and Bright took the one on her right. She felt strangely comforted by the arrangement—protected from both sides.
Inside her room, everything was enormous. The bed dominated the space, a massive four-poster with carved beams as thick as tree trunks. The mattress alone was so high she would have to drag a chair over just to climb onto it. The sheets were thick and coarse, but clean. The pillows were enormous, each bigger than her entire body.
The ensuite bathroom was just as oversized—massive porcelain fixtures, an enormous sink basin, a shower nozzle the size of a dinner platter, and a tub she could have swum laps in.