Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I think so.” The priestess took a deep breath and inhaled deeply. “Was I…indwelled?”
“If you mean did the Goddess speak to me through you, then yes—you were indwelled,” Kaitlyn said, hoping she was getting the right meaning of the word.
“Ah, no wonder.” The priestess nodded. “It is an honor to host the Mother of All Life, but very tiring as well.” She looked up at Kaitlyn. “What did she tell you, if I may ask?”
“Well to be honest, I didn’t really understand it. She told me that the key to my future lay in my Protector’s past.” Kaitlyn shook her head. “I’m not sure what I ought to do with that, but the Goddess told me I would know when the time was right.”
“Then you will know,” the priestess said with confidence. “You have been blessed, child—it is not often that the Goddess speaks in person to her children. Go back to your warrior with confidence that things will turn out according to Her will.”
“I hope you’re right.” Kaitlyn helped the priestess to her feet. She still looked a bit tired, but she was clearly no longer dizzy. “Er…thank you for your help,” she said.
“You are very welcome. Please come back any time you need guidance. We who serve the Mother of All Life are always here.” The priestess squeezed her arm comfortingly. “And don’t worry—the will of the Goddess will be done, and she only wants good things for her children.”
“Thank you,” Kaitlyn said again.
As she left the Sacred Grove and slipped into her shoes again, she felt oddly comforted. She still wasn’t sure what the Goddess had meant when she told her that the key to her future lay in Braze’s past, but she did understand what she’d said about leaning into her nature.
She would do exactly that, she told herself. And if she couldn’t get through to Braze, at least she would be able to tell herself she’d tried every way possible before giving up.
35
BRAZE
Braze debated with himself as he stood outside the door to Kaitlyn’s suite. Should he go through with this? Why should he put himself through the pain?
He was almost certain he knew what she was going to say. She was going to tell him their relationship could never be the same, after what had happened between them on Salimba Prime. She might be nice about it, but he was sure he would see the pity and disgust in her eyes—the feelings he was certain he must have raised in her.
We went too far, too fast, he thought ruefully. Maybe if we’d had time together—a lot more time—we could have worked up to letting her fuck me.
If she’d wanted to, that was. It certainly wasn’t something he would have suggested to her or asked for if he hadn’t been under the influence of the Love Vine tea. Of course, if she had expressed interest in it first, he most probably would have submitted, but that would have been weeks or months down the road. If only they hadn’t been forced into it too quickly. If only—
His train of thought was cut off by the sound of the door to her suite whooshing open. He opened his mouth to speak…and shut it again. He was literally rendered speechless by Kaitlyn’s outfit.
She stood there, dressed head-to-toe in black leather. She wore a black bustier that laced up the front and pushed her breasts up like exotic fruit on the tray. Her nipples were hidden only by a thin fan of black lace, but still visible if he looked closely enough.
Below, she had on a short black leather skirt and thigh-high black boots with spike heels that made her a good six inches taller. Indeed, she was only half a head shorter than him now—nearly on eye-level.
Her long black and silver hair, which she usually kept back, was loose around her shoulders and she had her arms crossed and a stern look on her face.
Fuck! She’s gorgeous! Braze couldn’t help thinking. Though her outfit was unlike the flowing clothing of Yonnie Six, she somehow reminded him of the Mistresses who lived there. His cock was suddenly pressing hard against the fly of his black uniform trousers as he took her in.
For a long moment, they just looked at each other. Then she frowned at him and said,
“Well? What are you waiting for? Come in.”
She stepped aside and Braze found himself obeying her orders and marching into the living area of her suite.
He had been here so many times during their time working together that he knew the place by heart. There was the overstuffed brown leather sofa where Kaitlyn loved to curl up and read. Across from it was the flame-wall—a tall crystalline barrier that trapped the gold and blue flames dancing behind it.
Kaitlyn had turned the other lights in the living area down so that the flame-wall provided the only illumination. This cast the room in shadows and gave it a whole different feel—it seemed more mysterious and tempting—than the warm, comfortable space he was used to.