Chapter 14 Kaitlyn
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn took a deep breath to settle her nerves and stared at the new dish the servants were placing before her. They had mercifully whisked away the half-eaten, strawberry-stinking snail bowl, but the replacement didn’t inspire much hope.
“Ahh—roasted Fleeble ears!” the Empress exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement.
On Kaitlyn’s other side, Aria squealed in delight.
“Oh—my favorite!”
The “ears” were enormous—each one covering the entire large serving plate.
They looked like they’d been stripped from some giant, purple-fleshed elephant, then deep-fried to a crispy, bubbled texture.
The real horror, however, was the glaze— a thick, bright red syrup that had been drizzled over them, making the whole thing look like a fresh, oozing wound on the wide white plate.
The smell was a confusing mix of savory grease and cloying, artificial fruit.
Both the Empress and Aria dug in without hesitation, using their hands to tear off greasy, dripping chunks.
The crunching and chewing were extremely loud in Kaitlyn’s ears.
Seeing no polite alternative, she picked up her own ear.
It was heavier than it looked—hot and slick with red syrup.
She took a small, cautious nibble from the edge.
The flavor was bizarre, but not actively revolting.
It tasted like overly-crisp, burned bacon that had been dunked in cheap raspberry jam.
Weird, but at least somewhat edible. She took another, larger bite and chewed steadily.
She wondered when the husbands got to eat—so far none of the men she’d seen had been eating—just their wives.
Well, if nothing else she could hopefully order something to be sent to their rooms so Braze would get supper too—or “Last Meal” as the Kindred called it.
For a few minutes, blessed silence descended on the dais, broken only by the sounds of vigorous chewing and the occasional satisfied sigh from Aria.
The meal’s only saving grace—as far as Kaitlyn was concerned—was the wine. It was a deep pink color and was served warm. It had a pronounced, spicy kick of cinnamon that cut through the greasy sweetness of the Fleeble ears.
Kaitlyn drank deeply, grateful for the distraction.
Her goblet seemed to magically refill the moment it dipped below half-full, and by the time her plate was mostly cleared, a pleasant, warm dizziness had begun to soften the edges of her anxiety.
The constant, throbbing awareness of Braze’s cock nestled against her had faded from a scream to a persistent, buzzing hum of pleasure in the back of her mind.
The reprieve ended when a servant in silver-edged livery glided to the Empress’s side and bent to whisper in her ear. The ruler listened, nodded, and put down the remains of her enormous fried ear, wiping her fingers on a cloth of spun gold.
“I’m told that the Kriver is getting restless,” she announced, her voice carrying a note of annoyance. “The trainer thinks we need to bring him out now before he has some kind of fit—whatever that entails.”
She rolled her eyes, as if the mortal danger posed by a bloodthirsty alien beast was a mere social inconvenience.
“Oh, do we get to see a real Kriver?” Aria exclaimed, clapping her sticky hands together. “Oh, I can’t wait! But first—” She wiped her fingers hastily on a napkin, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “—I know I’ll enjoy this so much more if I have my Dinky inside me!”
Kaitlyn, her inhibitions thoroughly burned away by cinnamon liquor, knew she shouldn’t look.
But her head was swimming, and a morbid, drunk curiosity overrode her usual decorum.
So she kept sneaking glances as Aria reached down between her thighs, grasped the blue-and-yellow striped shaft, and with practiced casualness, lifted her hips.
She fitted the broad, flared head to the mouth of her pink-and-blue pussy and sank down in one smooth, slow motion.
It was a shockingly intimate act performed with the nonchalance of someone pulling on a glove. But what truly captivated Kaitlyn’s slightly blurry gaze was the aftermath.
Aria’s dress was skin-tight, and she was slender to the point of being bony.
As she settled fully onto Dinky’s lap, Kaitlyn could actually see the outline of the enormous cock inside her.
It made a distinct, long bulge against Aria’s flat stomach—a ridge of flesh that traveled all the way up—nearly to her ribcage.
The sheer, impossible length of it made Kaitlyn’s own insides clench in a mixture of awe and sympathetic pleasure/pain.
A drunken thought floated through her mind, absurd and unsettling—
Do the women on this planet have extra-long vaginas?
“Mmm, feels so good,” Aria moaned, wiggling and squirming as if settling into a comfortable armchair.
The movement made the bulge in her abdomen shift slightly and a faint groan could be heard from her husband.
“Dinky gets so deep inside me,” she confided to Kaitlyn, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. Her breath smelled of sweet wine and fried meat. “I just love being filled all the way up. Don’t you?”
The question was brazenly personal, but Kaitlyn didn’t care at that point—she’d drunk too much of the warm cinnamon wine and her filters were gone.
“Um, sure—yes, I love it too,” she heard herself say, the words slipping out too easily.
“Unfortunately, my last husband had a tiny little penis,” she added, spurred on by Aria’s conspiratorial tone to reveal something she would never normally talk about.
She held her thumb and forefinger about four inches apart. “I mean, like this.”
“Oh no—he had a teeny peeny!” Aria squealed, dissolving into peals of laughter that shook her whole body, and consequently, the cock buried inside her. Dinky groaned softly beneath her again.
“My love, please!” he begged.
“Oh hush, Dinky!” Aria slapped his arm and turned her attention back to Kaitlyn. “Did you get rid of him when you saw the husband you have now? I mean, of course you did—you really got yourself an upgrade, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did,” Kaitlyn said, nodding emphatically. Her mouth was still moving but the wine was doing the talking now. “I mean, I’ve never been with anyone as big as Braze,” she went on, the admission feeling dangerous and strangely liberating. “He really stretches me out inside.”
As she said it, she felt the thick shaft between her thighs give a distinct, hard throb, as if in agreement. Reaching down, she grasped it and began stroking. She normally wouldn’t have acted this way but everyone else was and when in Rome… Also, the wine made it seem like a good idea.
“Oh, I just love that feeling of having my pussy really stuffed full!” Aria cooed, rocking her hips in a tiny, circular motion that made the bulge in her stomach move hypnotically.
“It feels so good to be really stretched out on a nice big cock.” She giggled, shooting a sly look at the Empress. “Not that Her Majesty would know.”
The Empress gave her an indulgent smile.
“Now, Aria, you know my feelings on that matter. I prefer to have many concubines over just one husband. And how can I let a man penetrate me unless I marry him? I find this arrangement much more satisfactory.”
She punctuated her statement by threading her fingers through the hair of the concubine who was still lapping industriously between her thighs and grinding against his face with a possessive moan.
Just then, without warning, the great glowing crystals embedded in the vaulted ceiling dimmed.
A second later, they flashed once in a blinding white strobe that seared Kaitlyn’s vision.
Then they began to pulse in a rapid, disorienting rhythm—bright, dark, bright, dark—accompanied by a deep, drumbeat that vibrated up through the stone floor and seemed to shake her very bones.
The sound was a physical pressure in her chest, and the strobing light made the surreal scene around her jerk and flicker like a broken vid-feed. It was jarring, aggressive, and instantly headache-inducing.
The main entertainment was about to begin.