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Thrax sat on one of the low green chairs and Andi perched cautiously on his knee. She was very aware that his cock was out on display and she didn’t want to sit directly on it—that would make things extremely awkward.
Queen Pantyitch settled on Turg’s lap in the other chair—Andi noticed he was sitting extremely upright, presumably because of the “tail” he was wearing—and poured them both a cup of the fragrant smelling tea.
“There you are—drink up,” she said, handing a cup to Andi. “That’s for your male-wife and this is for you.” And she handed Andi a second cup.
Andi took one steaming cup and handed the other to Thrax.
“Do take a pastry too,” Queen Pantyitch urged her. “As many as you both like. They’re my own private recipe,” she added.
Andi took a sip of her tea and found that it was sweet and slightly floral. Then she reached for one of the pastries which seemed to be made of many laminated layers wrapped in on themselves until they formed a long, flaky log about twice as big as her middle finger.
She took a careful nibble and was glad to see that the pastry didn’t appear to have any creatures living inside it. It was sweet and delicate and crunchy and delicious. The filling was slightly meaty but it didn’t put her off—rather, it reminded her of the Cuban meat pies she’d had on a trip to Tampa once.
Andy polished her first pastry off in no time and passed several of them to Thrax, knowing that the big Hybrid could probably inhale them in a single bite. For a time, they ate in silence since Queen Pantyitch seemed content to just sit and watch them.
Andi didn’t even care about making polite conversation. It was a relief to get some food into her system—she’d been really hungry, she realized. Not that the delicate little pastries were very filling, but the sugar in them gave her a much needed boost of energy and she felt much better after eating several and drinking a cup of the sweet tea.
“These are delicious,” she said to Queen Pantyitch at last. “Thank you for letting my male-wife have some too.”
“Well, we have to tend to our male-wives, don’t we? After all, once we marry them, they’re our responsibility whether we like it or not,” the other woman said.
“I feel like we’re eating all of these, though,” Andi said, nodding at the diminished pile of flaky pastry logs. “Don’t you or Turg want some?”
“Thank you, but I’m watching both our figures—we’re not eating sweets at the moment,” Queen Pantyitch told her. “Please, have as many as you like. More tea?” And she poured Andi another cup.
“Thank you.” Andi accepted and then got another cup for Thrax as well. She was feeling both more relaxed and more energized now. It seemed to her that everything was going to work out just fine, one way or another.
“Now, then,” Queen Pantyitch said, when Andi and Thrax had polished off the entire plate of pastries and drunk all of the tea. “I do believe it’s time to get your male-wife ready. My partner will be here soon and I need him to be properly attired and tailed in order for her to make her assessment on whether we want to milk him for his seed or not.”
“But what if I don’t want to let you, uh, milk him?” Andi demanded, frowning.
“Regardless of what you decide, he must wear a tail.” Queen Pantyitch rose abruptly and looked at her male-wife. “Turg, bring the tail kit at once.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Turg scurried away and came back shortly with a large, flat wooden box in his hands. He held it out and Queen Pantyitch opened it.
Andi rose to see the contents—a black rod with long black tassels hanging from the end of it was the first thing that met her eyes. It was about as thick as two of her fingers put together—except for the knob near the end where the tassels were placed, which was a bit thicker. There was also a bottle of lube in the box—at least that was what Andi assumed the thick pink gel in the clear bottle was.
“There you are—please insert his tail at once,” Queen Pantyitch ordered. “My business partner will be here at any moment.”
Andi wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Thrax but her partner wouldn’t meet her eyes. He was staring down at the round, gold and green carpet, which looked expensive, and deliberately refusing to look at her.
Hoping that she wasn’t doing something that would scar him for life, Andi gave him a gentle nudge.
“Hey, get up and turn around, okay?” she said to him. “I have to put this in you and I can’t do it while you’re still sitting down.”
Wordlessly, Thrax rose from the chair and turned. Placing one knee on the chair’s seat and bracing his other foot on the floor, he bent forward with his forearms on the back of the leather back of the chair.
“All right, Mistress,” he said in a low, almost inaudible voice. “I’m ready.”
Andi frowned. For some reason, it worried her when he started calling her “Mistress” instead of “Queen.” Something was going on with her partner—something wasn’t right.
She should have asked him more about it earlier but they’d gotten off topic after the way he’d gone down on her and was apparently fantasizing about her. Now it was too late—they couldn’t talk things out in front of Queen Pantyitch.
Since there didn’t seem to be anything else she could do, she stepped forward and put one hand on the big Hybrid’s muscular ass. Thrax twitched and his whole body seemed to tighten, as though he was fighting to force himself to hold still. God, what was going on inside his head?
“Thrax, it’s okay,” Andi murmured in a soothing tone. She continued to caress him, running her hand over the firm curves of his ass, hoping she could soothe him. “Everything is all right, I promise.”
“Do hurry up, won’t you?” Queen Pantyitch snapped impatiently. “Inserting a tail shouldn’t take all day!”
