was projecting the image. He touched it to her bare nipples and made her moan before sliding it down her body and spreading her pussy lips once more to rub it against her throbbing clit. The woman in the image cried out and bucked against the sphere, clearly coming again and again as her mate watched with lust in his half-lidded golden eyes.
Forgetting her trepidation, Luci picked up the sphere and tried it on her own nipples. To her delight, she felt a gentle buzzing vibration which made her tight tips tingle. Then she tried it below, opening her own outer lips with two fingers and stroking the smooth, shiny surface over her clit.
The buzzing vibration increased—but not too much. Somehow the silver sphere seemed to know exactly how much pressure and force she needed. And all the time she was rubbing the info-sphere turned vibrator against her pussy, it continued to project erotic images of the Beast Kindred and his mate doing all kinds of naughty things to each other’s bodies.
“Oh!” Luci gasped as her pleasure finally peaked in an orgasm. She could feel her inner pussy muscles contracting strongly around the scent collection dildo and suddenly she wished desperately that it was Raze inside her instead. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine the big Kindred doing everything to her that the Beast Kindred was doing to his mate in the porno-holo. And Dios, it felt so good!
“Raze,” she whisper-moaned under her breath, careful not to wake anyone in her sleeping household. “Raze, I miss you so much! Wish you were with me now!”
The little sphere kept buzzing and humming, though its intensity went down a lot after she came. It was almost as though it knew she needed a little break before she could go on again, Luci thought. But the minute she recovered, the vibrations got stronger again and soon she was cresting into orgasms number two and then number three.
After she had come the third time, she pulled the silver ball away, panting. Surely that must be enough, right? She must have given the dildo enough of her intimate scent to collect, so now it was time to take it out.
But once again, when she tried to remove it, she found the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Frowning, she tried again, but though she worked her fingernails under the flat base and pulled with all her might, it wouldn’t come out.
Luci began to feel really nervous. What the hell would she do if it never came out? She couldn’t live forever with a giant dildo up her hoo-hah! What was wrong with the damn thing?
She tapped the silver ball, trying to get it to stop playing porn and sure enough, the image of the Beast Kindred and his mate disappeared.
“When the internal scent collector has darkened in color,” the voice said, “It will be an indication that enough scent has been collected and you may remove it with help from your mate.”
“Darkened in color? What does that mean?” Luci muttered to herself. Looking between her legs, she saw that the base of the dildo—which was the only part she could see—was now a dark pink.
She frowned. Well, it was darkened in color—so why wasn’t it coming out?
“You will need to leave the collection device in place for several hours or possibly longer in order to achieve the color required for extraction,” the voice went on. “During this time, feel free to go about your regular routine and remember—the more pleasure you give yourself or your mate gives you, the more scent will be collected.”
“So I guess it has to stay in for longer, then,” Luci muttered, looking down at the dark pink base again. Well, that wasn’t great but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt her to sleep with it in—though it was definitely going to feel kind of weird.
Well, she would just have to put up with it, she decided, and remove it in the morning. She could do it and wrap the dildo up in its collection sleeve before she got everyone up for the day.
Setting her alarm for five minutes early, she slid under the covers and tried to get to sleep with the long, thick dildo still firmly lodged inside her.
Twenty
But it wouldn’t come out the next morning either.
Luci tried and tried, yanking on the scent collector until it felt like she was trying to pull her own insides out, but it was no good—it was like someone had super-glued the damn