Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Uh…what?” Nate wasn’t sure what was going on.
Lan’ara was blushing harder than ever.
“You are very kind, but we would not wish to impose in such a way.”
Teetsook pointed a stubby finger at her.
“Your energy is low, Honored One. You should not wait to take what you need from your mate—let him feed you and give you what you need tonight. I would be honored if you would bless my humble sleeping platform with your bliss.”
“Well…” At last Lan’ara nodded. “All right. We would be honored to accept your offer.”
“Good. I will leave whatever you may need on the table. And please help yourself to any food you want as well.” Teetsook bowed low and backed respectfully out of the doorway, almost as if Lan’ara was royalty, Nate thought.
“Uh, what was that all about?” he asked, looking at her. “Is he asking us to get busy in his bed? Isn’t that kind of strange?”
“He’s offering to let us bless his abode and his sleeping platform with our love,” Lan’ara said. “It’s not strange in my culture. And we will only be moving on to the next phase of our Claiming Period—the Touching Time.”
Nate could feel his cock starting to harden in the loose white trousers he wore.
“Is that the time when I get to touch you?” he asked, his voice coming out in a low, hungry growl. “I mean, with no clothes between us?”
Lan’ara looked up at him, her lovely purple eyes half-lidded.
“Tonight we may bare ourselves and hold each other naked all night long,” she told him. “But first I must do as the Forest Dweller recommended and make use of the healing oils. Come—help me off the sleeping platform.”
She put her hands on Nate’s shoulders and he lifted her down off the high bed and set her gently on the floor. They walked into the next room together to find that Teetsook had already gone. On the table were an array of items, including a box filled with stone vials plugged with carved wooden stoppers.
Lan’ara picked one of the vials out of the box and pulled out the stopper. Bringing it to her nose, she inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh of delight.
“Ah, warming pleasure oil! This will make for an excellent massage.”
Nate leaned down to sniff the vial and had to admit it smelled good. Kind of like cinnamon and some other spice he couldn’t name.
Lan’ara sniffed the other vials too and chose one more to bring with them. Then she looked up at Nate.
“All right—are you ready to begin?”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “But don’t you want to eat first? Look—Teetsook left you some of the blue nut stew he made. It looks weird but it tastes really good.”
“Not now.” She shook her head. “Right now I’m more hungry for positive emotions and pleasure.”
“If you’re sure you’re not going to faint again.” Nate frowned. “I was worried that maybe you have low blood sugar? Do you have hypoglycemia or something like that?”
She shook her head.
“No, my metabolism is fine.”
“Then why did you faint?” Nate persisted. “Was it because I wasn’t giving you enough positive emotions to, uh feed on?”
Lan’ara bit her lip and for a moment he had a feeling she wanted to tell him something. But then she nodded and said,
“Yes—that’s it. I need positive emotions. Can you give them to me, Nate?”
“I’ll do my best,” he said honestly. “I’m afraid I don’t have a whole lot of happy memories to draw on though. Well, except for the ones you and I made recently,” he added.
Lan’ara smiled.
“That’s all right—we’ll make some happy memories tonight, during our first Touching Time. Come on.”
They went back into the bedroom area and Nate drew the curtain and turned down the lantern in the corner until it gave off a faint golden glow. Meanwhile, Lan’ara put the two stone vials of oil on a high table beside the sleeping platform. Then she turned to Nate.
“Help me up?”
“Sure.” He lifted her easily by the waist, helping her into the raised bed with its puffy mattress.
Lan’ara wasted no time in taking off her long white gown and laying it to one side. Nate felt a low growl of pure lust form in his throat as he watched the sway of her heavy breasts and tight nipples.
“God, sweetheart—you’re fucking gorgeous. You know that?” he murmured.
Lan’ara blushed prettily.
“I’m so glad my body pleases you. Yours pleases me as well.” She nodded pointedly at his white trousers and Nate realized she wanted him to take them off.
“Oh, uh, okay.” He untied the drawstring and quickly slipped out of them. His cock was already at half mast and he couldn’t wait to get into bed with her. He started to climb in but Lan’ara stopped him with one raised hand.
“Before we begin, I must remind you that this is only our Touching Time,” she said. “As much as we may wish to, I may not put my mouth on you—except to kiss your mouth—and you may not put yours on me. Those pleasures must be saved for the Tasting Time.”