Page 43 of Free Beast Mate

“I want you to put your mouth around it and bob your head. Lick it and suck it like ice cream.”

I took the brown object from her by its base. “I’ve never had ice cream.”

“I know. We pretend it’s lemon ice cream on a stick, and we swirl our tongue around the top, then put it all inside our mouths.”

I licked the top.

Dolly shook her head. “You want to lick with your entire tongue starting from the top to the testicles, then back. When you put the entire penis into your mouth, you will swallow so that your throat muscles massage it.”

Hm. I stuck the thing inside. It hit my throat, and I gagged. Saliva filled my mouth, and I swallowed it before it spilled down my chin.

Dolly made a sour face and took the penis away. She put it next to the gun. “We hope Lord Amoris will guide you.”

“I think he would.”

“So I’ve heard.”

I cleared my throat. “What’s that mean?”

“Nothing, child. Nothing. Tell me how you feel?”

I eyed the penis. “Lemon is a sour fruit.”

She raised both eyebrows.

I elaborated. “Why lemon-flavored ice cream? Can it be chocolate? Is there chocolate ice cream Above?”

Dolly smiled again, but I knew the difference between genuine and evil. This was evil. I’d asked about Above. “There is chocolate, indeed,” she said. “I used lemon because it’s sour like the male’s cum.”

Ah. I hadn’t tasted cum. Amoris had discharged it on my chest.

“We’re gonna schedule you for weekly check-ups,” she continued. “Starting today. Is this time good for you?”

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Welcome. One more thing.” Dolly spun around and picked up a clear vial. She drew it up in a syringe and came to stand next to me. “Beast Father sent this especially for you.”

“What…what is it?”

She frowned. “Does it matter?”

We shouldn’t question such things, but I had to question the doctor who didn’t have my best interest at heart. They wanted my babies, so that medicine could only be one thing: something to help me conceive. I would not conceive a child so they could take it from me. For as long as I tested negative, they’d keep me alive.

She aimed the needle at my belly.

I jerked away.

She sighed, annoyed.

I looked around me. Death everywhere. I couldn’t trust her or Tom or anyone in this place. I swung my feet off the examination table.

Across from me, Dolly fisted the syringe. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the lord’s quarters.” I shuffled toward the door. Locked. Of course, Dolly needed privacy while examining or killing patients.

“I’m not through with you,” she said and inched toward me, syringe in hand. She reminded me of the cats who’d found their way down here to hunt rodents. They’d crawl on their bellies and attack when the mice least expected it.

“But I am through with you.”

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