Instructing the Novice

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Oh!” she moaned as the sensation continued to grow. “Oh, yes…yes…”

  He must be healing her—there was no other explanation for this extraordinary sensation growing inside her—the sensation that was centered right where he was licking.

  Suddenly Lizabeth felt her eyes roll up as the sensation began to change from warmth to pleasure—yes, it was definitely pleasure. It wasn’t quite to the level she’d experienced when he’d gone down on her during their trip to the Tower, but it was close—very close.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged him shamelessly, pressing her pussy up to meet his mouth, riding his tongue as he licked her over and over, bathing her aching clit with long, hot strokes. “Don’t stop, Lone, please.”

  He didn’t answer in words but his muscular arms wound around her thighs and split her even wider for him. A low, hungry growl rose in his throat and he pressed against her, lapping harder and faster, giving her exactly what she begged for—exactly what she needed.

  Lizabeth suddenly felt as though she was right on the edge. She was amazed at the intense sensation. It was as though her severed nerve endings had somehow regenerated as Lone licked her so long and hungrily. But how could that be? She didn’t know but she felt the effects of his healing in the rush of tingling pleasure that swept through her—the pleasure that originated in her swollen little clit.

  “Oh,” she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting her hips shamelessly in rhythm with his lapping. “Oh Lone—yes! Yes!”

  And then it felt as though her whole body was exploding, starting at the juncture between her thighs and spreading outward, like a star going nova. Lizabeth’s breath caught in her throat and every muscle in her body seemed to clench at once. Her toes curled and a breathless moan was torn from her that sounded suspiciously like his name.

  It wasn’t just that Lone had restored a little sensation for her so she was able to have an orgasm—it felt like he had somehow made her even more sensitive than she had been before! And the orgasm she was having now was the most intense she’d ever had.

  “Lone!” she moaned again. “Oh God, I’m coming…you’re making me come so hard.”

  Again, he didn’t answer in words but she felt the emotions pouring through their bond. Thankfulness that he’d been able to heal her…love that swelled through him for her…and desire so overwhelming he was nearly overcome by it. Lapping her open pussy was incredibly erotic to him—his favorite thing to do in the world, and she could feel that he was hard as a rock in his tight black leather flight trousers as he made her come over and over…

  At last she fell back, panting and Lone raised his head to look at her. His mouth and jaw were shiny with her juices and his gray eyes were half-lidded with lust.

  “All better now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Lizabeth.

  “You know it is.” She stroked his cheek lovingly. “Lone, you’re wonderful. I never thought it would be possible for me to come again.”

  “Glad I could prove you wrong.” His voice was low and hoarse with desire, his gray eyes dark. “Gods, I want you, Lizabeth. Want so badly to bond you to me again—completely this time.”

  She felt a rush of emotion go through her—some his and some hers. Desire…uncertainty…need…devotion…the intense wish to be joined together, never to be parted again.

  “Lone,” she said softly, caressing his cheek. “I want that too. But I don’t know…I’ve heard that Kindred often don’t survive the death of their mate and I’m so much older than you. I just…I hate to ask you to tie your life to mine when—”

  “Listen to me,” he interrupted, his eyes blazing. “I have no life without you, Lizabeth—you are my life. And I want to be with you forever. If I die when you die—and I think I probably will—that’s all right. We’ll go to the Goddess together and never be parted. Do you understand?”

  Finally, Lizabeth felt like she did. There was no stopping this love—no putting it off or denying it anymore. Lone wanted her with a single-minded intensity and he wasn’t going to stop wanting her, wasn’t going to move on or find a girl his own age. Because it was Lizabeth that he wanted—her that he needed forever in his life and that was never going to change.

  “All right,” she whispered, giving in at last. Leaning forward, she took his mouth in a hot, passionate kiss, humming in pleasure as she tasted her own secret flavor on his lips. When she pulled back, their eyes locked and she could feel the heat building between them—the desire to fill and be filled—the need to bond completely this time.

  “I want you,” Lone growled again. “I want to be in you. I want to fill you with my shaft and make you mine forever, Lizabeth. But…” He frowned. “But I don’t know if I can. Without a twin, I mean.”

  Lizabeth looked at him thoughtfully.

  “I don’t think you need a twin, Lone. I think…” She frowned, trying to phrase things correctly. “I think you have a Light Twin and a Dark Twin—both inside you. I think you’re both.”

  “I have had that same thought,” he admitted, still frowning. “But the problem remains, how do I bond you to me when I have no twin to help?”

  An idea began to form in Lizabeth’s mind. She remembered the way he loved to serve her and call her “Mistress” and then she thought of the dominance and savagery he’d exhibited when he came to rescue her in the Friezen’s damn breeding hut. They were two halves of the same man and she needed to be bonded to both. How could she do it?

  “You know how, daughter,” whispered a soft, feminine voice in her ear and a feeling of warmth and strength and love filled her. “You must give yourself to both halves and unite them as one. You can do this.”

  Then, as suddenly as it had come, the voice and the feminine presence that had accompanied it were gone. Lizabeth knew she probably should feel freaked out by the voice—she had no idea what had just happened, after all or who had been talking to her. But somehow she felt only a sense of peace…and a knowledge of what to do next.

  “Novice,” she said to Lone, leaning down to place another possessive kiss on his mouth. “You have served me most beautifully here on your knees with your face between my thighs. Now I want you to serve me in bed.”

  “Yes, Mistress—it is my greatest desire to serve you.” Lone’s gray eyes were heavy-lidded with anticipation and surprised pleasure. She felt a surge of lust come from his side of their link—so, he really did like playing “Novice and Mistress” with her. She would have to file that away for further consideration but for now she wanted to make use of it.

  “Carry me to the bed,” Lizabeth ordered imperiously.

  “As my Mistress wishes.” Lone rose and scooped her up off the couch as easily as though he was carrying a child. God, he really was so strong—it was such a turn-on, Lizabeth couldn’t help thinking. She’d never been exactly as thin as she wanted to be (what woman was?) and the knowledge that she was finally with a man who was strong enough to lift her and carry her around without fear of injury was intoxicating.

  Lone carried her into the bedroom and would have laid her down on the large gela-foam mattress with its warm red spread but Lizabeth stopped him.

  “Wait, Novice,” she told him. “I am not ready for that yet. First put me down and then stand in the center of the room with your hands behind your back.”

  Lone complied at once, putting his hands behind his back with had the effect of making his broad chest look even broader. He was still wearing his Kindred uniform—a long-sleeved green button-down shirt made of heavy, silky material, tight black leather trousers, and high black boots. They would all have to come off, Lizabeth decided but first she had other things to do.

  “Now what, Mistress?” Lone asked, his voice getting deeper with lust.

  “Now I want to inspect what’s mine.” Lizabeth lifted her chin and stalked around him in a circle. She trailed her fingers possessively over his muscular chest and back, almost as though she really were a Yonnite Mistress, inspecting a bodyslave she was intending t
o buy and train.

  She ended up in front of him as she let her hand slide down to cup the stiff ridge of his cock, straining against the black trousers.

  “Mmm, I can see that you’re already hard for me, Novice,” she purred. “That’s lovely.”

  She felt the low rumble of desire building in his big body but he still stood perfectly still, his hands behind his back as she had ordered while she stroked and fondled him.

  “My shaft is hard only for my Mistress,” he murmured, looking directly into her eyes. “So that I might service you and bring you pleasure, my Lady.”

  “And so you will…in time.” Lizabeth popped open the magno-tabs that held his trousers closed and captured the hard, straining shaft that sprang out. God, he was so big. She knew she’d had him in her before, but that had been while she was under the influence of a needing attack. She hoped she could take him again without any problem.

  Lone groaned low in his throat as she stroked him casually, sliding her hand up and down the hot, hard, silky rod of his shaft. His skin was velvety soft here—a vivid contrast to the achingly rigid flesh. As she stroked him, his Bonding scent rose around her, filling her senses with dark, masculine spice, making her feel intoxicated with need. She could feel his big, muscular body thrumming with tension and yet he stayed just as he was, submitting to her inspection and the slow, gentle, sexual torture of her hand stroking his cock.

  “Mistress,” he growled softly. “Gods, your soft little hand feels so good on me.”

  “My pussy is going to feel even better,” Lizabeth told him and felt the answering surge of lust from his side of their bond as she said it.

  “Gods, yes—that’s what I want,” he murmured, his eyes flashing. “To fill you up—to thrust deep inside you and ride you hard—to make you come on my cock.”

  That’s the Dark Twin part of him coming out, Lizabeth thought. But it wasn’t quite time to let that beast out of his cage. She wasn’t done with the Light Twin half of him yet.

  “I’m the one who’s going to do the riding.” She made her voice crack like a whip. “Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed, Novice. Lie down on your back with your hands over your head. You will not touch yourself or me—I just want you to lie there.”

  His eyes widened and she felt a fresh surge of lust come from him but he only said, “Yes, Mistress,” and did as she commanded.

  As she watched him, Lizabeth remembered Mistress Verlandah’s words from their time in the Tower…

  “…sex—really good sex—is all about power,” the Mistress Superior had said. “Who has it…who can get it…who is willing to give it up and be powerless.”

  It was a heady thought to realize that Lone—who was so much bigger and stronger than her—was willing to give up his power to her sexually. He could have held her down and had her any time he wanted but instead he was lying supine on the bed, awaiting her orders.

  Lizabeth thought that she didn’t know many men who were confident enough in their own masculinity to do that—to let a woman take charge in the bedroom and follow her orders completely. But then, Lone had always been willing to serve her—it was one reason he remained her assistant even though both of them knew he’d been ready to be out on his own for the last two years.

  For a moment she had fantasies of herself sitting in her office while Lone tasted her under the desk where no one could see, his face pressed between her thighs as he lapped her open pussy while Lizabeth took business calls and saw clients who had no idea a huge Kindred warrior was servicing her with his tongue while they talked.

  Kinky, Lizabeth, she told herself. But let’s tend to the matter at hand first.

  And currently the matter at hand was stretched out on her bed like a feast for the senses. Lone’s long, muscular body was the epitome of masculine beauty, she couldn’t help thinking. From his broad chest to his washboard abs to his powerful thighs and calves, he was absolutely gorgeous.

  And absolutely mine, she thought and felt a surge of lust and anticipation run through her.

  “I am here on the bed as my Mistress wishes,” Lone rumbled, looking up at her. “I am ready to serve in any way that I can, my Lady.”

  He certainly was, Lizabeth thought, eyeing the thick shaft that rose from between his thighs. And she fully intended to make use of him.

  “I can see that, Lone,” she murmured. She started to climb on the bed with him but her long, white lace gown was getting in the way. Though she never would have been so brave and uninhibited before, Lizabeth now felt secure in her beauty. With a little flourish, she pulled the gown over her head and tossed it away, baring herself completely as Lone was bared.

  His gray eyes roved over her naked body and she felt a fresh rush of lust and desire coming from him.

  “Gods, Mistress, so beautiful,” he growled hoarsely. “I want so badly to take you in my arms right now—want to run my hands all over your gorgeous, naked body and show you how much I desire you.”

  “Be still, Lone,” she commanded when he would have reached for her. “I’m in charge here.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He subsided on the bed, his eyes heavy-lidded with need. “I am here only to serve you."

  “And so you shall.” Climbing onto the bed with him, Lizabeth threw a leg over his lean hips and straddled him so that his stiff cock was just brushing against the lips of her pussy. Slowly, she took him in her hand and rubbed the broad head against herself—into herself. God, he felt so good sliding against her newly-healed and extra-sensitive clit! It sent tingles and chills all through her body to feel the wide, satiny tip of his cock spreading her pussy lips and rubbing against her.

  “Gods, Mistress!” Lone’s eyes were trained on the erotic sight of his shaft almost but not quite entering her pussy. “Put me inside you,” he begged in a low, hoarse voice. “Ride me, Mistress—use me for your pleasure.”

  His low, sexy words begging for such hot, naughty things seemed to melt Lizabeth’s insides. She’d been intending to tease him some more but suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside her.

  With a little moan of pure need, she fit the head of his cock to the mouth of her pussy and sank down onto him, taking his hard, thick length all the way inside herself.

  God, it felt good! But for a moment Lizabeth had to pause and brace herself, her hands planted firmly on his broad chest, as she got used to having so much inside her. The inner walls of her pussy felt completely filled and stretched to capacity and she had to pause and adjust.

  “Mistress?” Lone sounded a little worried. “Are you all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No, not hurting. Just…stretching,” Lizabeth told him. “I’ve, uh, never had you in me when I wasn’t having a needing attack, you know.”

  “I know,” he murmured. “And as much as I loved helping you with your needing, I much prefer this—being inside you because you want me there, not just because you need me and have no other choice.”

  “Well, you’re always my first choice now,” Lizabeth assured him. “God, you’re so big and hard!” She adjusted, shifting her hips to get him seated more comfortably inside her.

  Lone groaned and she felt the pleasure her movement sent through him but he didn’t move, even though she could feel him dying to thrust. Well, she was dying for some action too, and she knew what kind she needed.

  “Hold still,” she commanded him breathlessly. “Hold still while I ride you, Lone. Hold still while I fuck you.”

  “Gods, yes, Mistress,” he groaned as she rose up until he was almost all the way out of her and then pushed back down, taking him deep inside again. “Yes, take me—fuck me,” he told her. “I am yours—use me!”

  Lizabeth was more than happy to comply. Bracing herself more firmly on his chest, she began a torturously slow rhythm, rising and falling as she worked herself on his huge cock, feeling the delicious thrust and grind of his body in hers as she fucked him.

  “God, Lone,” she gasped, throwing
back her head as the pleasure built inside her. “God, you feel so good in me…and against me.” Her throbbing clit was rubbing right against his pubic bone, pushing her pleasure higher with each delicious thrust as she rode him.

  Lone’s eyes blazed with need but still he didn’t move. She could feel him holding himself back by sheer force of will though he wanted badly to thrust inside her.

  “Gods, Mistress, I love how you fuck me,” he growled, watching with heavy-lidded lust as she continued to grind against him. “Love the feel of your soft little pussy squeezing my cock. You’re so tight and hot and soft and wet—I can never get enough of you.”

  “Can’t…get enough of you either,” Lizabeth moaned. Though she would have thought it was impossible after the intense orgasm he’d given her with his tongue, she was getting close to the peak again. “I’m going to come soon, Lone,” she told him, still moving against him. “Going to come…all over your cock.”

  Two could play the talking dirty game, she thought. And indeed, Lone’s eyes widened and then went half-lidded with renewed lust at her naughty words.

  “It will be my greatest pleasure to feel my Mistress coming on my shaft,” he growled softly. “Will I be allowed to shoot my seed deep in your pussy when you come, Mistress?”

  “Not yet,” Lizabeth cautioned him. “This first time, I just want you to lie there and take it—feel my pussy clenching all around your cock—milking you. But don’t come. Do you understand, Lone? Don’t come.”

  A look of need so fierce it was almost pain crossed his strong features but he only nodded.

  “As my Lady wishes,” he murmured. “Fuck me then, Mistress—come on my shaft and use me for your pleasure. I am yours—do with me as you wish.”

  “I will,” Lizabeth told him. Then, with a final hard thrust, she impaled herself completely on his thickness and felt her world exploding into colors and light as her second orgasm finally overtook her.

  “Oh!” she heard herself moaning. “Oh, Lone…oh, yes!”

  “Gods, Mistress…” His voice was hoarse with lust and need and she could feel the tension thrumming through his big body. “I can feel you coming all around me—your inner muscles squeezing me so tight! It’s almost like you’re trying to make me come too!”