He held out what appeared to be a big green envelope. When she took it from him, Iyanna saw that it was made of a folded leaf—a really huge one.
“Er, thank you,” she said, turning it over in her hands. “Can you tell me who it’s from?”
The Leopard Monstrum shook his sleek head.
“Afraid not, lovely female. The sender wished to remain anonymous. Though he instructed me to tell you the package contains a voice coin with instructions—simply hold it in your palm and your body heat will activate it.”
Then he nodded at her and turned away, leaving Iyanna standing in her doorway with the strange envelope, frowning in confusion. Who could it be from and what was in it?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
FOURTEEN
Iyanna took the leaf envelope back to the bedroom and sat on the side of the massive bed to open it. It wasn’t glued shut, only cunningly folded. When she finally figured out how to unfold it without tearing it, the whole thing sprang open on her lap.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, frowning down at the contents of the leaf envelope which appeared to be… “More leaves?”
Iyanna picked one up. They were much smaller than the one the envelope was made of—each about the size of her palm. They all seemed to be from the same kind of plant and each was a deep bluish-green color.
Examining the leaf in her hand more closely, she saw that the underside of it was stiff and waxy but the top of it was coated in a short, light green fuzz—almost as though it was sprouting fur. Touching the fur lightly with her fingertips, she found that it was slightly damp.
“Well, what am I supposed to do with these?” she asked aloud. “And who in the hell would send me a bunch of leaves? Is there anything else in here?”
She dug through the pile of leaves in her lap and then saw something shiny and silver peaking out from the bottom of the pile. What was that?
Picking it up, she saw it was about the size and shape of a large coin, though it had no marking on it. She was about to put it down again when she remembered what the Leopard messenger had said—that a “voice coin” was included and her body heat would activate it.
Experimentally, she cupped the thin silver disk in her hand, waiting to see what would happen. At first, nothing did. She was about to put the coin down when a deep, growling voice suddenly started emanating from the coin—vibrating her hand and startling her so badly she nearly dropped the damn thing!
“Oh!” she gasped but somehow managed to hold onto the coin. After a moment, the message repeated itself and she was able to listen to it—she hadn’t really caught it the first time.
“Hello, little girl,” the growling voice said. It was the voice she’d heard in the darkness—the voice of the nameless Drake Monstrum—Iyanna was sure of it.
“I know we have unfinished business and that you’re probably still really damn uncomfortable,” his voice continued. “That’s why I’m sending you these teelah leaves. I’ve licked every damn one of them, so be a good girl and rub them against your soft little pussy. Wish it was my tongue instead, but it’s better this way. I wish you well. Oh, and try to stay out of my dreams from now on, will you?”
The message ended without a name, which didn’t surprise Iyanna at all. She looked down at the leaves again and touched the slightly damp fuzz of the one she still clutched in one hand. Would it help her out of the sticky and painful situation she found herself in?
She didn’t know, but she had to try.
Crawling to the middle of the vast bed, she settled herself on top of the green coverlet with the packet of leaves in her lap as well as the voice coin. She was desperate by now and she parted her robe quickly, throwing it open, and reached for the first leaf…then something occurred to her.
“Try to stay out of my dreams from now on, will you?” the Drake Monstrum had said. Might he be sleeping right now? And if so, would he see her doing this? Could he watch her rubbing the soft, furry leaves against her open pussy as she attempted to get some relief?
For a moment, Iyanna thought about crawling under the coverlet or closing her robe—trying to get some privacy. But then a feeling of defiance filled her. No way was she going to cover up! It wasn’t her fault that she’d somehow been appearing in the big Monstrum’s dreams! And she’d be damned if she started trying to hide herself when she was in the privacy of her own suite.
Defiantly, she spread her robe even wider, making sure her breasts and pussy were on full display. It probably didn’t matter, though, she told herself. He probably wasn’t asleep. But even if he was, she didn’t care.