Descended

by Evangeline Anderson

“No, my Lady,” he murmured, his voice slightly rough. “You must be open for me to finish the test. In fact, I will have to ask you to open yourself even more, since I am not allowed to touch you. Can you spread the outer lips of your sex for me?”

  Blushing and trembling, I reached between my legs to do as he said. With the first and middle finger of my right hand, I spread my pussy open, revealing my inner sex completely, making myself more vulnerable than I had ever been with any man.

  Kristoff groaned softly as he surveyed my open pussy.

  “Gods,” he muttered hoarsely. “So ripe…so beautiful…”

  He was right between my thighs now, his face hovering over my pussy in a way that made me wonder if the sensitivity test was going to turn into something else completely. But though he was eyeing me like he was a man dying of thirst and my sex was exactly what he needed to slake his thirst, he held back.

  “I will not blow on this area, my Lady,” he murmured. “It is too sensitive, I am sure. Instead I will simply breathe on you and gauge your reaction to my breath.”

  “All…all right,” I whispered. I bit my lip as he leaned forward, his mouth open almost as though he was going to kiss me.

  Instead, he breathed out as he had promised. I felt the heat of his breath, bathing my open pussy and my clit throbbed in answer. I couldn’t help myself—my hips bucked upwards in reaction and for just a moment, his mouth made contact with my inner folds.

  “Oh!” I gasped, freezing in place. Unfortunately, the place I froze in was with Kristoff’s hot, open mouth pressed to my pussy. Not only were his lips on me—I also felt his tongue, hot and wet, against my throbbing clit.

  He seemed frozen too and for a long moment we stayed like that. Kristoff didn’t move his tongue to taste or lick me…but he didn’t pull away either. His eyes flickered up to meet mine and I saw an emotion that matched the one I was feeling in their shifting depths. I felt enveloped by his heat and wetness and desire.

  Then I realized what I was doing.

  “I’m sorry!” I gasped, pulling back and away from his mouth. “I…I didn’t mean to.”

  Kristoff didn’t say a word, though his lips were shiny with my juices. I saw him lick them slowly, as though savoring every bit of my essence. Then he rose and left the bed—which looked like a big shiny silver beanbag, incidentally—obviously putting some distance between us.

  “Kristoff?” I said, feeling miserable. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to do that. I swear I didn’t!”

  “I am the one who has transgressed.” He ran a hand through his hair in agitation and I saw that his cock was incredibly long and hard. “I should have moved my mouth at once—I should not have allowed myself to taste your honey, my Goddess.”

  “It was an accident,” I said, sitting up. “We were just…oh!” My words ended in a little gasp because I had unthinkingly tried to close my legs. The motion sent a sharp bolt of painful desire through me and I shifted uncomfortably.

  “What is it, my Lady?” Kristoff was looking at me anxiously.

  “It’s…it’s nothing.” I gritted my teeth. “I’m just, uh, really sensitive.”

  “That’s not surprising,” he said grimly. “From your reaction to the test I preformed, I’d say you were already well into the needing phase of your cycle.”

  “Needing what though?” I demanded, as he began to put on his uniform—or at least the under garments and the leather kilt. I was glad to see he was leaving the hard, metal breastplate and the other metal bits off for now.

  “Needing a release—an orgasm.” He frowned at me. “Perhaps I should leave you, my Lady. I don’t believe you’re so far into your needing that you can’t help yourself with such matters.”

  “You mean…make myself come?” I asked bluntly.

  “Yes. It should take the edge off your desire—at least for a little while.” He spoke as though it was a simple thing—as though anyone could do it. Then he started to leave the room.

  “Wait!”

  He turned to me. “Yes, my Lady?” His deep voice sounded strained. “I need to see to the ship’s orbit and you should, ah—help yourself.”

  “I would if I could but I’ve never done that,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks burn with the admission. “I mean, I’ve never, uh, been able to make myself come. I just…can’t.”

  Kristoff frowned and came to sit on the edge of the bed beside me.

  “Of course, how stupid of me,” he murmured. “You are a La-ti-zal as well as the True Incarnation. This desire you’re experiencing is the first you’ve ever felt, isn’t it?”

  “It is.” I nodded and swallowed hard. “And Kristoff, it’s kind of—well, it’s scary. I’ve never felt anything so intense. Can you…would you stay with me?”

  His eyes, which had been hard with what I could only imagine was repressed desire, suddenly softened.

  “Of course, Charlotte. Would you like me to hold you while you attempt to help yourself?”

  My throat tightened at the way I felt when he used my name.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Would you?”

  “It is always my pleasure to serve you,” he murmured. Sitting behind me, he drew me towards him until my back was flush against his hard, broad chest and his long legs were bracketing mine. “Lean back against me,” he whispered in my ear. “And pleasure yourself.”

  I never would have believed I would allow myself to be vulnerable enough with any man to do what he was suggesting. But my body ached with need and I couldn’t help myself. With a little moan I relaxed back against him, spread my legs, and let my hand drift down between my thighs.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Charlotte

  It felt good as I spread my pussy and began to tentatively touch my inner folds—almost too good, in fact. Too intense. I was sure most women, by the time they got to be my age, knew exactly what to do to make themselves come. After many years of trial and error, they just knew what worked for them.

  I didn’t. Remember, masturbation had never done a thing for me back on Earth. And so, though it felt good to touch myself, I also felt clumsy and uncertain. I couldn’t seem to find a good rhythm or establish the right connection. And the intense sensations were driving me crazy—making it impossible to get where I needed to go. I could feel my frustration growing along with my desire until I gave up with a little moan of aggravation.

  “My Lady?” Kristoff made it a question.

  “I know this sounds ridiculous but I can’t,” I told him. “It feels like I’m doing it all wrong somehow. I’m just not…getting anywhere.”

  “Would you like me to help you to help yourself?” he murmured in my ear.

  I turned my head around to see him staring at me intently.

  “Uh…how? Have you had special training in giving women orgasms or something?” I meant the words as a joke but he nodded with complete seriousness.

  “Every Majoran male takes special classes in pleasuring a female as soon as he comes of age. It’s mandatory.”

  “It is?” I couldn’t imagine a society where learning to pleasure a female was mandatory.

  “We take the pleasure of our females very seriously,” Kristoff assured me. “We worship our females and what better way to worship than to give pleasure? Though I have not touched a female sexually in the last ten cycles, I do not believe my training has deserted me. ”

  “Okay, I believe you,” I said. “But if you’re not allowed to touch me, how can you, uh, help me?”

  “Like this. Viewer!” he said in a low, commanding voice.

  At once, a rectangular metal rod rose from the end of the silver bed. The top third of the rod unfolded and then unfolded again and again and again until a flat screen made of hundreds of tiny squares was facing us. It was about two feet wide by two feet tall.

  “This is mostly useful to communicate with the other rooms of the ship,” Kristoff explained. “But it can also be used as a reflective surface. Reflect,” he told the flat screen at our feet. />
  At once, the surface shimmered and a perfect picture of me leaning back against him, cradled in his arms appeared.

  I blushed to see the way I was spread out with my hand between my legs. God, I looked so wanton! So needy. I started to close my legs but Kristoff put his big hands on my knees and gently opened them again.

  “Never be ashamed of your beauty, Charlotte,” he murmured in my ear. “Now watch…”

  He took my hands in his and brought them to my breasts.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he ordered softly. “Just enough to feel the pleasure.”

  I did as he said, moaning softly as I squeezed my tight buds, sending sparks of sensation from my breasts straight down to my pussy.

  “Good, that’s good…enjoy your body,” Kristoff murmured in a low, encouraging voice.

  As I pinched and teased my nipples, he ran his big hands up and down my thighs very, very gently until my breath caught in my throat.

  “A female needs to be brought to desire slowly,” he lectured softly. “All parts of her body may be erogenous zones when touched correctly.”

  “That’s wonderful, Kristoff,” I whispered breathlessly. “But…I’ve already been, uh, brought to desire. I just need to know how to help myself, um, reach the peak.”

  “Of course.” He stopped stroking my thighs and reached for my hands instead. He brought my right hand down between my legs, beside my open pussy. “Spread yourself, my Lady,” he murmured, his breath hot in my ear. “Open yourself and examine your treasures.”

  With trembling fingers, I did as he said, opening my pussy to put my throbbing clit on display.

  “See how prominent your Goddess-pearl is,” Kristoff said softly, pointing but not touching as we watched in the viewer. “You might think the right thing would be to rub it directly.”

  “That’s…kind of what I was doing before,” I admitted. “But the sensation was too intense—I couldn’t stand it and I couldn’t get anywhere with it.”

  “That is because the Goddess-pearl must be approached indirectly. She is shy and delicate and must be wooed before she gives up her pleasure. Here—give me your hand with just the forefinger extended, please, my Lady.”

  I curled back all the fingers but my pointer and allowed him to take my hand in his much larger one. He brought the finger to his lips and sucked it gently into the hot, wet depths of his mouth. I watched him and felt a long sigh fall out of me as he laved my finger with his tongue, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Kristoff…” I whispered.

  He released my finger, letting it slip slowly from between his lips.

  “You must touch the Goddess-pearl with gentleness.”

  He laid his first finger on top of mine, so that all I could see was his hand, not my own.

  “Like this,” he murmured. I watched, mesmerized, as he reached between my legs and began stroking, not directly against my clit, but along the side of it.

  “Oh!” I whispered as I felt the pleasure again, but this time not so intense that I couldn’t stand it.

  “The Goddess-pearl may be caressed indirectly, sometimes for hours,” Kristoff continued to lecture in my ear. “The female’s pleasure can be built and then backed off many, many times in order to reach a more intense and satisfying peak.”

  “Oh,” I moaned again, beginning to thrust my hips in time with his gentle stroking. I couldn’t help it—the feeling of my own finger, guided by Kristoff’s, and the image of him touching me in the reflective viewer was incredibly hot.

  “If we were mated,” Kristoff told me. “I would tease you for hours, my Goddess. And I would pleasure you in other ways as well before I let you come.”

  “How?” I whispered, hungry to hear more of his deep voice speaking forbidden things in my ear. “Tell me how.”

  “I would fill you with my fingers while you watched,” he told me. “Fill you while I stroked your pearl with my other hand, penetrating you as I pleasured you.”

  The moment he said it, my pussy felt incredibly empty for some reason.

  “Kristoff,” I moaned. “Couldn’t you do that now? Just…just this once?”

  “Alas, I am forbidden, my Lady.” He sounded almost as frustrated as I felt. “All I can do is tell you what I would do if I was allowed.”

  “Tell… tell me more then,” I whispered. The slow, sensual slide against the side of my clit was driving me crazy—I felt like I was close but I wanted to hear more from him before I came.

  “I would get on my knees, as I was a moment ago, and worship you with my mouth,” he growled softly. “Gods, your honey is sweet! It would be my pleasure to spread your pussy wide and bathe your Goddess-pearl with my tongue until you came and released your honey for me.”

  “I…it would?” I gasped. “I…I thought…I wasn’t sure if you…if you liked it when we accidentally, uh, touched.”

  “You mean when you brought your sweet pussy up to meet my mouth? Gods, yes, I loved it,” he assured me in a low, hoarse voice. “It was all I could do to stop myself from spreading you with my tongue and taking you orally then and there.”

  The idea of him taking me—of Kristoff between my legs, going down on me and lapping my open pussy—was turning me on like nothing I’d ever thought or imagined before. Then again, the whole sensation of being “turned on” was still a completely new one for me.

  New and amazing—suddenly I was right on the edge.

  “Kristoff,” I moaned, thrusting my hips up. “Oh, God—I…I think I’m close!”

  “Of course you are, my Goddess,” he growled softly. “You’ve been working your sweet little pussy against your finger—I can feel it. Can feel how your hips thrust as you caress your Goddess-pearl. It’s time to let your pleasure reach the peak. Can you do that? Can you come in my arms while I hold you?”

  “Yes!” I gasped and then something came over me—something as warm and overwhelming as a wave at the beach. It swamped me completely, taking away my breath, making my whole body go rigid with intense pleasure. “Oh!” I gasped. “Oh, Kristoff!”

  “That’s right, Charlotte,” he murmured in my ear, his voice low and fierce with desire. “Come for me, my Lady—my Goddess. Let yourself go and come.”

  I did. I came so hard I swear I saw stars. My back arched, my toes curled, and I couldn’t seem to stop moaning.

  It was the first orgasm I’d ever had and it was amazing.

  Kristoff

  I held her as she reached the peak—held her and watched our hands, working together to give her pleasure. Gods, she was beautiful! Beautiful and perfect and never to be mine. I probably shouldn’t be helping her like this. And yet, she had needed this release—how could I deny my mistress anything that she needed?

  I couldn’t.

  And so I sat there holding her lush, naked body and watching as her berry-red nipples grew tight and her sweet pussy spasmed with pleasure. She looked so fucking beautiful when she came it hurt to watch her—and yet I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t do anything but pray that the moment would never end.

  At last, it did, though. She collapsed in my arms, panting, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with pleasure.

  “Kristoff,” she whispered. “That was…I don’t know what that was. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “It was just your pleasure coming to a peak at last, my Lady,” I told her, smoothing away a tendril of hair from her lovely face. “How do you feel now?”

  “Tired.” She yawned. “All wrung out somehow.”

  “The first pleasure for a La-ti-zal is very intense,” I told her. “At least, that is what I was taught. Why don’t you rest while I go make sure our course is good?”

  “All right.” She yawned again and let me lower her down to the sleeping platform and draw a coverlet over her still-naked body. But when I would have left her, she drew me down with one small hand on my shoulder. “Kristoff…” She said my name softly and drowsily—I wasn’t sure if she wasn’t already asleep.

 
“Yes, my Lady?” I said anyway.

  “Thank you.” She tugged at me and, to my surprise, kissed me gently on the lips. Before I could tell her how very improper her gesture was, she released me and curled into a ball under the coverlet.

  “You are welcome, my Lady,” I answered her but my only reply was her soft, even breathing.

  I left her but before I went to the control area, I found my way into the fresher. A brief sonic shower left me feeling refreshed but in no way satisfied. My shaft felt like it had been hard for hours and at last I knew I could take it no more.

  Leaning against one wall of the fresher, I fisted my shaft and began to stroke, thinking of my mistress, though I knew it was wrong.

  Her soft hair and big green eyes…the way she opened herself and allowed me to help her touch herself—the way she shivered in my arms and called my name as she came…

  And then my mind strayed to the most forbidden topic of all. That one brief instant when her pussy was pressed against my mouth.

  I could still taste her honey on my lips—could still remember the feeling of her pussy opening under my mouth and her Goddess-pearl throbbing against my tongue. Gods, how I’d longed to taste her deeper—to thrust my tongue into her sweet well and lap up all her nectar while she moaned and cried and pressed against me!

  Just the thought of it was too much for me. I came, my seed pumping out in jets that poured over my hand as I imagined giving my new mistress oral pleasure…as I imagined eating her sweet, creamy little pussy until she came all over my face.

  Even in the midst of my pleasure, though, I knew I was doing wrong. I shouldn’t want her like this—I shouldn’t imagine doing these things with her. She was forbidden to me and always would be.

  But somehow I couldn’t help myself. Though I knew it was certain ruin and damnation to want the Goddess-Empress for my own, I couldn’t help wanting Charlotte.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Charlotte

  “Dr. Churika will be with you shortly,” an older male attendant with blue skin told us. “She has a…special case right now.”