“It means you need to let me help you now.” He took a step towards her but Trin retreated.
“I…I really don’t think…”
“That it’s proper?” He blew out a breath in obvious frustration. “Listen, Trin—we’ve gone well beyond caring what’s right or wrong according to your personal code of ethics or what the Goddess of Judgment says. We’re talking about pain and permanent damage—you need to let me help you.”
“I…” Trin shook her head, wishing she could put her objections into words. But her mind was a jumbled chaos and her breasts were aching so much it was hard to think.
“Think of it this way,” Thrace murmured, stepping closer to cup her cheek. “I’ll be performing an obeisance, like I did for you earlier in the sleeping chamber. That’s all.”
“But…you just kissed me then,” Trin pointed out. “It was gentle…respectful.”
“And I’ll still be respectful,” Thrace promised her gently. “I would never treat any part of you with disrespect, Mistress.”
“That…that article said you have to suck vigorously. As in hard,” Trin objected. “That just sounds…obscene. And besides, I don’t think I could stand that right now. They hurt so much.” She pointed down to her bright scarlet nipples and her breasts which still felt so full and achy.
“I’ll be gentle, baby.” Thrace stroked her cheek with a feather light touch. “You know I will.”
“Well…I guess if you’re gentle.” Trin shifted and felt something strike the backs of her thighs. With a start, she realized she had backed herself against the black marble counter which ran the length of the room.
“Here.” Thrace put both hands on her hips and lifted her easily, as if she was a doll. He sat her carefully on the high counter so that his mouth was on the level of her full, naked breasts. “Comfortable?” he asked, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “Ready to let me help you?”
“Yes,” Trin whispered in a small voice. “But…”
“But what?” he was already cupping her breasts in his big hands, about to lean forward.
“I mean…how can you not mind doing this?” Trin motioned down at herself, at the obscene sight of her too-full breasts and scarlet nipples, so different from her usual berry brown color. “I mean I look…bizarre.”
“You’re beautiful—always beautiful to me.” He cupped her cheek again. “And didn’t I tell you there was nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”
“Thrace…you don’t have to.”
“Yes I do. And I want to.” Leaning down he raised her aching right nipple to his lips. “Watch me, baby. I’m going to start out very soft and gentle.”
“A-all right.” Trin didn’t know what else to say. And before she could think of anything, his warm mouth was closing around her tight nipple.
Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to brace herself. By now her breasts were so full and achy that even a soft breeze blowing across her nipples would have hurt. So she didn’t see how letting Thrace suck them could be anything but excruciating. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and tried to get ready for the pain.
To her surprise, no pain came. Instead, there was the soothing sensation of warmth and then the feeling of his tongue bathing her aching tip very, very tenderly.
“Oh…” Trin whispered, unable to say anything else. Before when he’d kissed her while paying obeisance, he hadn’t used his tongue. Now, he was lapping gently and delicately around her swollen nipple, making her feel strange all over. Strange but good…relieved. And hot.
Thrace released her for just a moment and looked up at her.
“Going to suck now, Mistress. Going to suck your sweet nipple. Let me know if you need more or less.”
Trin nodded and watched as he recaptured her nipple and drew it as deeply into his mouth as he could. Then, very gently, the suction began.
At once she felt a sense of release, as though the pressure that had been building up inside her was beginning to ease. But though it was getting better, the easing of tension wasn’t quite fast enough. She needed more.
“Thrace…” She ran a hand through his hair, looking down at him, his mouth latched on to her nipple. “I need more…need…harder.”
He released her once more.
“As my lady commands,” he murmured. Then, pulling her close, he nuzzled his face between her breasts, the scratch of his cheeks making her moan. “Harder then,” he said hoarsely.
This time when he pulled her nipple into his mouth, Trin could feel a deep, steady suction that made her moan. Goddess, surely it wasn’t right the way this made her feel! It was almost as though there was a connection that went directly from her nipples to her pussy. With each deep pull on her breast, she felt an answering surge between her thighs. Her clit was throbbing with need and desire as Thrace tended to her.
After a while he switched breasts, sucking the left nipple just as eagerly. Trin groaned as the intense need growing in her pussy ignited and her body begged for more. She could no longer ignore the fire his mouth on her nipples caused. She had to do something to relieve this desire.
Without thinking about it, her hand slipped down and opened the towel still wrapped around her waist. Her fingers found her swollen pussy lips and parted them to slip inside. But with the first light touch, she gasped in pain.
“Ouch!”
Thrace stopped sucking at once.
“Did I hurt you?” His eyes were dark with concern.
“No, I…I hurt myself,” Trin confessed.
“What? How?” He frowned.
“I…”
“Just tell me, Trin.”
“I…” Her face was on fire but she knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he had an answer. “I tried to…to touch myself, like I did when you held me last night,” she whispered. “But I guess I’m too sensitive because it really hurt.”
“Let me see.” Despite her weak protests, he pulled the towel all the way open, baring her pussy. What he revealed made Trin suck in her breath—her pussy was swollen with need and as scarlet as her nipples. It was clear to see since the outer lips parting of their own volition to reveal her inner cunt, slick with her juices. The little pearl of her clit was standing out, prominently on display as though begging for attention.
“Oh, no!” Trin moaned at the sight. “Not there too!”
“It’s all right,” Thrace murmured. “You’re just in need, Mistress.” He placed a hand on her inner thigh. “Do you want me to ease you?”
“I don’t think you can. If I can’t even stand my own touch…”
“I think I can help you if you’ll let me. The compounds in my saliva that are easing the pain in your nipples should work on your pussy too.” He looked up at her. “Will you let me try?”
“What, you mean…lick me? There?” Trin felt her face heat as she nodded between her legs.
Slowly, he nodded. “It would be the fastest way to help you feel better.”
“No.” Trin closed her thighs though it made her swollen pussy ache sharply. “I don’t…don’t want you to do that. I don’t feel…comfortable with that.”
“I kissed you there when I was offering you obeisance,” he pointed out.
“That’s not the same thing,” she said stubbornly. “You only kissed me. You didn’t…didn’t spread me open and…and lick me.”
“What’s the matter?” he asked softly. “Is licking too much like penetration?”
“It’s close,” Trin admitted, dropping her eyes. “Closer than I want to get.”
“All right.” he sighed. “What if I licked my fingers and touched you with them? Would that be all right? As long as I promise not to penetrate you with them?”
“I…guess so.” Trin didn’t know what else to do.
“You know, my tongue is a hell of a lot softer than my fingers,” he pointed out.
“I know.” Trin nodded. “But I just…feel more comfortable this way.”
“You may change your mind in a minute,” he mur
mured. “Remember I told you last night that sometimes something can feel so good it’s almost painful?”
Trin bit her lip. “Yes…”
“Well, I’m afraid this might be one of those situations. This is going to be intense.”
“All right.” She nodded again. “I understand. Just…just do it.”
Without another word, he sucked two fingers into his mouth and got them wet. Then he reached between her thighs and touched her inner folds very lightly.
“Oh!” It was, as he had promised, extremely intense. But Trin found she could bear it, despite the powerful pleasure his touch brought her. “Goddess, Thrace,” she moaned, gripping his broad, bare shoulders. “That’s good…so good.”
“I’m glad, baby.” His voice was a soft, deep growl and his eyes were half-lidded as he stroked gently, circling her swollen clit carefully. “Glad you like it when I pet your soft little pussy. Do you need me to suck your nipples some more while I do?”
Her nipples seemed less red and her breasts felt almost back to normal. But Trin couldn’t help remembering the intense pleasure she’d gotten from the hard, steady suckling of his big mouth on her full breasts.
Goddess, shouldn’t do this…really shouldn’t do this…
“Yes,” she whispered, knowing she shouldn’t. “Yes, please, Thrace.”
“My pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured. Then, bending towards her once more, he sucked one tight nub into his mouth as his fingers continued to fly lightly over her clit.
Trin felt a wave of pleasure cresting inside her—a great rush of sensation poised on the brink of crashing down and drowning her in its intensity.
A male—a male is touching you! Is about to make you come! whispered a judgmental little voice in her brain. This is wrong! You should be punished for such blasphemy!
She knew she ought to care but she didn’t—she couldn’t. All she wanted was to feel the big Havoc’s mouth and hands on her forever. All she wanted was to come for him as he touched her.
Then, suddenly, she was. With a low wail, she reached for Thrace, threading her fingers through his hair and bucking against his hand and mouth as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.
“Goddess,” she moaned aloud, unable to help herself, unable to shut up. “Oh please, yes, Thrace!…so good…please!”
Thrace redoubled his efforts, sucking her other nipple into his mouth and rubbing her spread pussy while she cried and gasped his name. The pleasure seemed to go on and on until Trin almost felt like she was drowning in it. But then, slowly, the tidal wave of sensation began to ebb and she found she was able to catch her breath.
“Goddess!” she whispered, panting, and slumped against him, her head resting on his broad shoulder.
Thrace stopped touching her but he kept his hand on her, cupped protectively over her open pussy.
“All right, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “All better now?”
“Much.” Trin took a deep breath and straightened up. Looking down, she took stock of herself—completely naked and spent, sitting on the counter with her legs spread and Thrace standing between her thighs, cupping her pussy. Well, at least everything was back to the normal color but she still couldn’t believe what she’d just allowed to happen.
Goddess, what did I do? Now that the heat of passion was relieved, she felt a surge of embarrassment for what she’d just done. Embarrassment and shame.
She sat up and tried to pull away from him but Thrace seemed to sense her mood.
“Hey…” He caught her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…I shouldn’t have done that.” Trin moved away from his hand. “Shouldn’t have let you…do that to me.”
“Do what? Suck you?” He motioned at her breasts where her nipples were still tight with the pleasure he’d given her.
“Not just that.” She moved to get away from his big hand cupping her pussy and he let her.
“You feel like you shouldn’t have let me ease your pain? Your need? Why the hell not?” he demanded softly.
“You know why not.” Trin looked away. “I’m really tired. I want to go to bed now.”
“Not until we talk about this,” Thrace growled. “You were in pain…in need and I helped you out. I served you as a good love-slave should.” He tried to catch her eyes. “What’s so wrong with that?”
“You know how I feel…what I believe.” Trin sighed. “Or what I was raised to believe, anyway.”
“Yes, but do you still believe it? Do you still think males are animals—lower life forms?”
“You know I don’t!” she exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant!”
“But you still think it’s wrong to be with one. To love one.”
Trin looked up at him uncertainly.
“Who said anything about love?”
“Forget it.” He frowned and shook his head. “My point is, we didn’t do anything wrong. You needed help and I helped you. Nobody, not even the strictest priestess of your Goddess could expect you to incur permanent physical damage just because the only way to avoid it was letting a male help you. Am I right?”
“I…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know. You don’t know how strongly they feel about this kind of thing. About letting a male…”
“But that’s them and this is you,” he rumbled impatiently. “What are you ashamed of? Do you feel like allowing me to touch you lowered you in some way? Impaired your dignity as a female?”
“No, I—”
“I didn’t penetrate you,” he pointed out softly. “Gods know I wanted to badly enough—wanted to put my tongue deep in your wet little pussy and taste you to the core. But I didn’t, Trin. I would never do that without your permission.”
“I know.” His words brought vivid images to her mind, pictures of the big Havoc kneeling between her thighs, spreading her wide to lick and kiss and penetrate her with his tongue…No, she told herself. No, stop thinking about that! It’s wrong!
But was it? Was what they had done together that night really so bad? Suddenly Trin realized she was getting tired of listening to the judgmental little voice in her head. She wasn’t a child anymore, to be shamed by the priestesses’ rhetoric. She was certain if she’d allowed Thrace to penetrate her with his shaft she would have felt wrong…dirty… maybe even in danger of damnation—at least according to her childhood beliefs. But as he pointed out, he hadn’t done that. He hadn’t even penetrated her with his tongue or fingers. All he’d done was ease the pressure in her breasts.
And he rubbed your pussy until you came all over his hand. Don’t forget about that, whispered that nasty little voice again.
Trin took a deep breath and made the decision to ignore it. What good would it do to make herself miserable about something which had been necessary…something which was over and done with? The thing to do was to move on and swear to keep herself under control in the future.
“Finished thinking it over?” Thrace rumbled and Trin realized she’d been sitting there, staring down at her hands and mulling things over for a solid couple of minutes.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “What’s done is done—there’s no point in getting upset about it.”
“Very sensible.” He nodded approvingly.
“I’m glad you think so,” Trin said dryly. She straightened her shoulders. “We were just…under the influence of a lot of chemicals tonight. The red dream gas, the nectar pods, the schromp…”
“This does seem to be a place where they believe in better living through chemistry,” Thrace agreed neutrally. “So what do you suggest, Mistress?”
“First that we get a good night’s sleep. Then tomorrow, we’re going to be extra careful about everything we eat, drink, and breathe. Hopefully as soon as we’ve had first meal with Lady Tam-tam I can approach Lady Malroth again about completing our deal.”
“And if she won’t? If she wants us to stay longer or do…something else?” He raised an eyebrow
at her. “What then?”
“I…” Trin bit her lip. “I don’t know. I’d like to say that I’ll tell her to shove the whole bag of Jaxite crystals in an unmentionable area but if I do that…if the deal falls through…”
“We’re all screwed,” Thrace finished for her. “Well, let’s not borrow trouble. Maybe you’ll be able to do the deal and we’ll be out of here by mid-meal time.”
“From your lips to the Goddess’s ears.” Trin sighed and the sigh turned into a yawn. “Goddess of Judgment, I’m so tired. What’s wrong with me? Am I still having after effects from the passion berries?”
Thrace frowned. “You shouldn’t be. It should be long out of your system by now which worries me.”
His words sent a chill down her spine.
“Do you think everything is all right?”
He made a dismissive gesture.
“I’m sure it is. I’m just feeling protective of you right now which heightens everything, that’s all.” He sighed. “You’re probably just tired from all the stress and from coming so hard just now.”
“I…” Trin felt her cheeks getting hot. “I guess that could be it. I have to confess I’ve never, uh, come that hard before. But then…nobody but me has ever made me come.”
“It was my very great pleasure to be your first, Mistress,” he growled softly. “But now let’s get you to bed.”
He swept her off the countertop and into his arms, making Trin gasp.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know,” she protested as he took her into the sleeping chamber. “I can walk.”
“I know you can. I like carrying you. Besides, it looks better for whoever’s watching. More romantic.” He grinned at her and nodded at the glowing blue viewscreen.
“I guess so.” Trin was so tired she felt like lead weights were tied to her body. Deciding not to fight him about it, she let herself relax against his broad chest. Goddess, how could something as hard as his big body make such a comfortable pillow? She didn’t know but by the time he laid her down on the sleeping platform, she was already half asleep.
Thrace started to tuck her in. “Come on—don’t want you to get cold.”
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