Instructing the Novice

by Evangeline Anderson

  Oh God, I don’t know how long I can take this!

  She shifted, trying to get more comfortable, which drew a soft, strangled sound from Lone.

  “Sorry,” she whispered to him. “I just…I can’t…” She shook her head, not knowing what to say.

  “It’s all right, Mistress,” he murmured in her ear. “Forgive me if my, uh, state is making your seating arrangement uncomfortable. I can’t help growing hard when I feel you so warm and wet against me.”

  “I’m not that wet,” Lizabeth protested indignantly. “I…I’m not.”

  “You are,” he countered in a soft growl. “You’re so hot and wet I could slide right into you with no trouble at all, my Lady. But of course, I have promised not to do that.”

  “Yes, I…I know you did.” Lizabeth bit her lip and shifted again. God, he felt so good against her! And the emptiness was almost more than she could stand. A soft, pained sound was drawn from her lips—something between a groan and a whimper, she thought—before she could stop it.

  “Lizabeth—are you all right?” Lone’s voice in her ear was concerned this time rather than teasing.

  “It…it’s the emptiness,” she confessed under her breath, aware that the other Mistresses were still getting seated and situated for the meal. “It’s really bad—I can hardly stand it.”

  “I don’t think we’ll be allowed to go early tonight so I can service you with the phallus,” Lone murmured, echoing her own earlier thoughts. “Do you think you can wait until after Last Meal?”

  “I don’t know.” Lizabeth took a deep breath, trying to get hold of herself. “God, it’s just so bad.”

  “Take me inside you, then.” Lone’s voice was soft and matter-of-fact.

  “What?” Lizabeth half turned her head to look back at him. “You know we can’t—”

  “I won’t fuck you or come in you, Lizabeth—not without your permission,” he murmured. “And even if I did, I couldn’t bond you to me or make you pregnant—I’d need a twin to help me do that. But what you need now—what you crave—is something inside you, filling you up. Let me help you—there’s no other way.”

  Lizabeth knew that he was right and yet she hesitated—torn between getting what she so desperately needed and doing something she knew would change her relationship with Lone forever. How could they go back to a normal working environment if she let him penetrate her? Just letting him suck her breasts during her first needing attack had nearly ended them. What would letting him fuck her do?

  But he won’t actually be fucking me, she reminded herself. He’ll only slide inside me for a little while, just to help me ease the needing. That’s all and then after dinner maybe he can use the phallus on me again.

  “Mistress?” Lone murmured and she realized she had been sitting there agonizing about her quandary while Lone waited patiently to hear her decision.

  “All right,” she said at last. “But no, uh, thrusting and no coming inside me. Just…just slide yourself into me for a few minutes, just until the emptiness subsides.”

  “As my lady wishes,” he promised quietly. “I will be inside you but I will not move in you or fill you with my seed.”

  “You’re sure you can manage that?” Lizabeth asked, looking back at him anxiously. “I mean you haven’t, uh, had any kind of release in a while, have you? Isn’t it going to be hard—I mean difficult—for you to be inside me without, you know, letting go?”

  “I can control myself, Lizabeth.” Lone spoke with quiet dignity. “If you ask me not to come in you, I won’t.”

  The certainty in his voice finally convinced her.

  “All right,” she said, trying not to moan with need. “All right then please—put it in me.”

  “Rise up a little bit,” Lone instructed. “Then sit back down on my lap. I will guide my shaft inside you.”

  “Yes…okay.” Lizabeth rose almost on tiptoe, bracing one hand on his muscular forearm. Lone used his other hand to grasp his shaft and as she came down again, Lizabeth felt the broad, blunt head of his cock rubbing against the outside of her pussy. With a little gasp, she widened her stance so that Lone could find her entrance. In a moment, she felt the wide tip of his shaft slide from the top of her slit, over her throbbing clit, and come to rest pressing against the opening of her pussy.

  “Easy, my Lady,” he murmured behind her. “Come down on me now but slowly—your soft little pussy is very tight and I’m not small.”

  He certainly wasn’t, Lizabeth thought. As she lowered herself onto him and felt the thick shaft sliding slowly into her she could feel her inner walls stretching to the limit to accommodate him. He was bigger than any sexual partner or toy she’d ever had inside her and at any other time having something so large inside her might have hurt. Now, however, all Lizabeth felt was a blessed relief. Finally she had something to hold on to!

  It was a long, slow slide but finally she felt him bottom out inside her, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb. It was all she could do not to throw back her head and moan with mingled pleasure and relief. God, he was so big and it felt so good to be filled completely. The emptiness was eased at last but Lizabeth shifted experimentally, trying to get him even deeper inside her. She could feel her inner muscles clench, almost as though she was milking him—as though her body was begging him to come in her, though she had expressly forbidden him to do so.

  Lone gave a muffled groan from behind her.

  “Gods, Mistress, you’re tight,” he ground out. His voice was a low, sexual growl and Lizabeth could feel him flexing inside her, his thick shaft throbbing deep in her pussy almost like a second heartbeat. “But if you keep shifting around like that I’m going to find it difficult to keep my promise and not flood your sweet pussy with my seed.”

  “Sorry, Lone,” she whispered back. “Just…trying to get comfortable. You’re, uh, bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”

  “Do Earth males not have adequate shafts then?” he asked, sounding surprised.

  “Nothing like Kindred apparently,” Lizabeth murmured. “Unless you’re unusually well-endowed for your kind.”

  “I believe I’m about average for a Kindred,” Lone remarked. “Maybe it’s just that you’re unusually tight.”

  Lizabeth could scarcely believe they were having this conversation—talking almost like normal when he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  “It’s probably just…just because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she confessed. “Not for three of four years at least.” She let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I’m practically a virgin all over again, despite my age.”

  “Your age has nothing to do with it,” Lone growled. “You’re beautiful, Lizabeth. And so warm and wet and tight inside—Gods, it’s almost like you’re milking me.”

  “I’m not doing it on purpose—honestly,” Lizabeth protested.

  She knew what he was talking about—she could feel her inner muscles clenching around him hungrily, begging for more—begging for what she had forbidden him to give her.

  “It…it seems like my body has a mind of its own. Is…” She hesitated. “Is it making things too hard for you? I mean, making it hard for you not to come? Do…do you need to pull out?”

  “I can bear anything you need me to bear, Mistress—pain or pleasure, I am yours to command for as long as you need me,” Lone murmured. “It’s all right—whatever you need from me, I can give to you. Just relax.”

  “I’m trying,” Lizabeth told him. “It’s just, I’ve been dealing with this emptiness for so long—it’s such a relief to finally be filled.”

  “I had heard that the emptiness is excruciating,” Lone murmured. “I just wish you hadn’t had to bear it alone for so long—wish I could have been helping you. You should have asked me from the start, Lizabeth.”

  “Be reasonable,” Lizabeth objected. “How could I have asked you? How could I go and say, ‘Oh by the way, Lone, I hope you don’t mind but I need you to put your huge cock ins
ide me because I feel empty inside.”

  She bit her lip. God, what was she saying? Was having her pussy filled making her mouth say everything her brain was thinking, whether it was appropriate or not? Then again, what was appropriate conversation when one had one’s assistant’s thick shaft buried deep in one’s pussy? A hysterical giggle rose in her throat but she swallowed it down.

  Lone, however, seemed to take her sarcastic words at face value.

  “You could have asked me,” he murmured low in her ear. “I would have done it for you. I would do anything for you, Lizabeth. Anything.”

  “Oh, Lone…” She leaned back against him, rubbing her cheek against his rough one. The motion caused him to shift inside her and they both had to smother groans at the delicious friction.

  “Gods, Mistress—so hot and wet and tight,” Lone growled hoarsely. “I love the feel of your pussy wrapped around me.” His big warm hands came up to cup her breasts through the thin black mesh and he teased her nipples, pinching her stiff tips lightly as he eased back into her, regaining the fraction of an inch they had lost when she moved.

  “Well, I must say you’re looking happy tonight, Mistress Lizabeth.”

  “Uh, what?” Lizabeth sat up suddenly, aware all over again that she and Lone weren’t alone in the room. How could she have forgotten they were in a public place? That was crazy, wasn’t it? It was almost as though the demands of her body had overridden everything else—even her perception of the outside world. All she could think about—all she could feel—was the place where she and Lone were joined so intimately. God, it felt good!

  “I said, you’re looking happy and content. Certainly much better than last night when you left in such a hurry.”

  It was Mistress Gettsum, smiling at her from across the little table they were once again sharing. Tonight she was also using a rocking chair, rather than a queening bench, and it was clear that she was greatly enjoying having her hairy Novice, Oglethorpe, buried to the hilt inside her. He seemed to be enjoying himself too—at least, to judge from the blissful expression on his bearded face.

  “Oh, um, thank you. Yes, I…I’m feeling much better now.” Lizabeth tried to smile at her and tried not to think about how odd it was to be speaking to someone else in a normal, conversational tone of voice while she was essentially being fucked.

  No, not fucked, she reminded herself hurriedly. Lone is inside me but he’s not moving. There’s no fucking going on here.

  Of course not, whispered a snarky little voice in her head. No fucking here—just your assistant who’s way too young for you with his huge cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

  Lizabeth pushed the voice of guilt away and tried to concentrate on dinner.

  “Well, what are we having tonight?” she asked Mistress Gettsum as brightly as she could.

  This time there was something thicker in the pot—a chunky, black liquid bubbled slowly, making Lizabeth think of the Labrea Tar pits. What the hell was it—tar fondue? Why couldn’t they have normal food at these damn banquets?

  “Oh, I think it’s Burla-bile stew!” The blonde Mistress sounded excited. “One of my favorites.”

  “Bile stew?” Lizabeth asked, trying to keep herself from making a face. “That sounds…interesting.” It was a good thing she and Lone had eaten a filling lunch, she decided. Because there was no way in hell she was eating anything with bile in it.

  “Oh yes—it’s delicious. They have such a good chef here at the Tower—it’s one reason I decided to stay. Well, that and to be with my darling Ogie in the way we are now.” She giggled and made a rocking motion which made her Novice groan. “Careful, Ogie—you know you’re not allowed to come yet.” She looked at Lizabeth. “But why aren’t you taking full advantage of your rocking chair?”

  “I…I thought I was,” Lizabeth faltered, not sure what to say.

  “Not when you’re not even moving. Look here—I’ll show you how it’s done. Oglethorpe—rock!” she commanded. “Slow but deep—let’s show Mistress Paige and her Novice exactly what to do.”

  Her Novice tilted his hips and Lizabeth saw the strange mechanism at the bottom of the chair move as he rocked forward and upward, thrusting deeply into his Mistress with the motion.

  “Oh! That was a good deep thrust—good, Ogie—just like that!” Mistress Gettsum moaned.

  “As my Lady wishes,” Oglethorpe groaned and repeated the motion in a slow, steady rhythm.

  “Um…” Lizabeth wasn’t sure what to say. “That’s, uh, nice.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for, Mistress Paige?”

  Lizabeth’s head jerked up and she saw that the Mistress Superior was giving her an arch smile.

  “Waiting for?” she repeated stupidly. Somehow her brain didn’t seem to work quite as well when Lone was filling her to the hilt as he was now.

  The Mistress Superior made a motion with one hand.

  “Go on—follow Mistress Gettsum’s example since she’s kind enough to show you the correct usage of the rocking chair.”

  “Oh, I…I couldn’t,” Lizabeth protested.

  “You must.” Mistress Verlandah glared at her. “It is unspeakably rude to come to a pleasure banquet and not participate in the pleasure.”

  “I…I am participating,” Lizabeth protested. “I just…”

  “Guards!” the Mistress Superior called and two bearded men-at-arms came forward quickly.

  At first Lizabeth was certain the Mistress Superior was going to have both herself and Lone arrested or thrown in the dungeon or something awful like that. But she only motioned to one of them and spoke in a low voice as she pointed to the chair Lone was sitting on.

  One of the guards came forward and knelt beside the chair. He did something to the mechanism beneath Lone’s seat and then stepped back.

  “There…” The Mistress Superior smirked at Lizabeth. “Let’s see how you like the auto-rock function.”

  “The what?” Lizabeth demanded but just then Lone’s hips tilted backwards and she felt his long, thick shaft drawing out of her pussy. Then his pelvis pushed upward and she felt him thrusting into her, deep and hard, drawing an involuntary moan from her lips.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Lone!”

  “Forgive me, Mistress.” His voice was low and hoarse, as though he was fighting for control. “I…I am not doing this on purpose. It is the chair.”

  “The—oh!” Lizabeth gasped for he had thrust into her again, so deeply she could feel herself rising in the chair as the broad head of his cock gave the mouth of her womb a rough, luscious kiss.

  “Oh my!” Beside her, Mistress Gettsum giggled. “I just love the auto-rock function on the chairs! I almost never use it though—it makes Ogie come so fast and then I can’t enjoy his nice hard cock in me anymore.” She pouted.

  “I…I see,” Lizabeth gasped. She tried to get hold of herself—to take back control of her body. But the chair they were sitting in was now forcing Lone to fuck her—to fuck her in exactly the way she needed to be fucked—long and hard and deep.

  “Mistress…” Lone’s big hands held her by the waist. “Mistress, I cannot stop this,” he growled in her ear. “And the increased friction is making it…making it damn hard to keep my promise to you.”

  Lizabeth knew what he was saying—if this didn’t end soon, he was going to come. Going to flood her pussy with his seed and there was nothing either of them could do to stop it.

  Well, you could just get off him, whispered the snarky little voice in her head. But that was easier said than done. Getting off Lone now without hurting either one of them was a tricky proposition at best. Besides, though she didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, Lizabeth didn’t want to get off him.

  The deep fucking was exactly what she craved—what she needed—and she could feel her body responding to Lone’s in a way that was so deep and intense it almost scared her. Her pussy was clenching tight around his thick shaft, milking him hard, almost begging him to come in her.

/>   That’s what you need, whispered a new voice inside her head—the voice of desire, Lizabeth thought. What you’ve needed from the start. That’s why the emptiness keeps coming back—you need a man’s cum in you to end it once and for all. You need to feel him spurting inside you—deep and hot and wet—filling you up until it runs down your thighs. Only after he floods your pussy with his seed will the emptiness be completely cured.

  Lizabeth didn’t know if the little voice was right or not but it certainly felt right. And God, had she ever wanted anything more than she wanted to feel Lone coming inside her right now? Despite the circumstances—the fact that they were in a public place and had been forced into this situation—she wanted it, wanted him with an intensity that defied all reason or logic or shame.

  She wanted this.

  “Mistress…” His deep voice grated in her ear. “Mistress, if this doesn’t stop soon, I can’t be responsible for the consequences. You’d better…better get off me if you don’t want me to come in you.”

  “It’s all right, Lone,” she heard herself say—or rather gasp—because each deep thrust in her pussy was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’d never been able to come from penetration alone before but somehow Lizabeth thought she was about to transcend all previous boundaries. “It’s all right,” she repeated. “You can do it. You can…can come in me.”

  “You’re sure you don’t mind?” His voice was low and desperate now. “Don’t mind if I flood your pussy with my seed? I haven’t had a release in a long time, Lizabeth. There’s going to be a lot.”

  “Go ahead,” she insisted, moaning as he pumped up into her again. “I…I want you to. And anyway it’s not like…like we could bond or I could…could get pregnant.”

  * * *

  “Not when I have no twin to help me,” Lone agreed. “Very well then, Mistress—I’m going to come inside you—as deeply as I can.”