Текст книги "Enslaved"

Автор книги: Anderson Evangeline

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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 murmured. “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.”

“Wait…I can’t sleep like this…in the nude,” Trin protested sleepily.

“Afraid you’re going to have to, at least for tonight,” said Thrace. “Your nipples are looking a little red again. You don’t want to hurt yourself by letting anything rough come in contact with them.”

As if to illustrate his point, he leaned down and lapped her right nipple, gently, soothing the sharp little ache that had begun to grow, almost without Trin knowing it.

“Oh!” His hot mouth on her flesh woke her up and for a moment she had to fight the urge to reach for him, to beg him to lick her again, to suck her some more…

“Sorry, Mistress…did I overstep my bounds?” His eyes were half-lidded with desire. “I just wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable. Perhaps I should lick the other too? To be on the safe side?”

Again, Trin didn’t want to fight about it.

“All right. Thank you, Thrace,” she murmured. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts up, offering herself to him.

Thrace took her up on the offer, leaning down again to trace her other nipple gently with his tongue, easing her pain.

“Gods, Mistress,” he murmured thickly when he at last raised his head. “Your breasts are so beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to help you. Is your pussy in need as well?”

“I…” Trin began to feel a bit breathless and much more awake. “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps I should check. If you would spread your legs for me, Mistress?” He tugged the sheets down below her thighs and raised an eyebrow at her.

Feeling hot and uncertain all over again, Trin did as he asked. She bit back a moan as he framed her pussy with his big hands and then parted her outer lips gently with his thumbs.

“Hmmm…” he studied her critically. “Just a hint of redness, especially around your clit. Does it hurt?”

“It’s…sensitive,” Trin admitted, biting her lip.

“What about when I do this?” Gently he traced her tender little bump, making her moan and jump against his touch. “I think I have my answer,” he murmured, looking up at her. “And I know what I need to do about it.”

“What…what do you want to do about it?” Trin whispered. “I…I don’t know if it’s right to let you help me…make me, uh, come again. I mean…I’m not really in danger any more.”

“But you are still in pain. No good love-slave can allow his mistress to have pain when he can do something to ease it.” He nodded at the viewscreen. “It wouldn’t look right.”

“All right,” Trin said softly. “I just…we’ve already done more…more than I ever thought I would.”

“I know, Mistress,” Thrace murmured. “And I’m not asking you to push your boundaries any more tonight—I just want to lessen your pain. After all, I didn’t have to suck your nipples again to make them feel better—I don’t think another orgasm is necessary to ease the ache in your pussy, either.” His eyes blazed with lust. “Although the Gods know I’d fucking love to give you one.”

“What do you recommend, then?” Trin didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed that he didn’t think she needed to come again.

“Just an obeisance—the same thing I did earlier, before your bath.” He licked his lips carefully, making them shiny. “I think I can transfer enough of the healing compounds to you through a single kiss to ease your ache.”

“Just a kiss, then?” Trin whispered.

Slowly, he nodded. “Just a kiss goodnight, Mistress,” he murmured. “Just your soft, sweet pussy spread open for me to kiss. Once. That’s all.”

“All right.” Trin nodded. After all, he’d already done this once. It couldn’t hurt to let him do it again—could it?

Before she could answer the question, Thrace was flat on his stomach between her legs. Spreading her pussy lips wide, he looked up at her.

“Watch me, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Watch me kiss your hot little pussy.”

“Thrace,” she protested weakly but his hot words as well as the way he was looking into her eyes seemed to rob her of all self control. Obediently, she watched as he lowered his head and gave her bare pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

It seemed to go on forever, the feel of his warm lips caressing her clit and inner cunt. But finally, just as Trin was getting the breathless feeling of need building inside her again, he pulled back.

“Better?” he asked and she was ashamed to see that his lips were shiny again—this time with her honey. Goddess, why couldn’t she help getting wet when she was around him?

“Better,” she whispered. “I…I guess I should get some sleep now.”

“I suppose.” But he made no move to leave his position between her legs and Trin didn’t try to make him either. “I’m glad you’re feeling less pain now, Mistress,” he murmured.

“I am too,” Trin agreed. “Especially considering what you…what you had to do to ease my pain in the first place.”

“I don’t mind—you know I don’t.” His eyes were half-lidded as he studied her face. “In fact, I think we should make this form of obeisance a regular thing.”

“What—you mean letting…letting you kiss my pussy?” Trin shifted a little, wishing she wasn’t spread quite so wide. Her slippery inner petals were completely exposed. It made her feel vulnerable…and incredibly hot.

“Letting me kiss your open pussy,” Thrace corrected her in a soft growl. “After all, what better way could there be for me to show my obedience and devotion to you than to spread open your sweet, wet cunt and worship you with my mouth?” Leaning down, he kissed her again, nuzzling gently with his lips to press deep into her wet depths. He wasn’t using his tongue but it was a near thing—Trin could almost feel the tip of it caressing her throbbing clit as he gave her yet another sweet, intimate kiss.

“I…I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” she whispered breathlessly. “You…you know how I feel about penetration, Thrace. Even…even oral penetration.”

“Spreading your pussy lips to kiss your inner cunt isn’t penetration—it’s devotion,” he argued softly. “Why should I not show how very devoted I am to you, Mistress? How very much I lo—” He cleared his throat. “How much I care for you and want to serve you?”

Trin bit her lip, wondering what he had almost said. Surely not what she’d thought…

“It’s late, Thrace,” she said softly. “And I’m tired…really tired.”

“Of course, Mistress.” He kissed her pussy once more—a soft, lingering caress that made her want to moan and run her fingers through his hair—then lifted his head. “I suppose I should tuck you in and say goodnight then.”

“I suppose.” Trin couldn’t help feeling a little stab of disappointment though she knew it was irrational. What had almost happened between them?

“Well, then…” Thrace rose from his prone position and tucked the covers around her. “Pleasant dreams.”

Trin sighed. “Are you coming to bed as well?”

“As soon as I change.” He nodded down at the leather pants he still wore with a grimace of distaste. “Then, if you’ll permit me, I’d like to hold you tonight, as I did last night.”

“Well…” Trin hesitated. The night before she had at least had on a sleep dress and panties. Now she was completely naked. Should she really let him hold her like that all night long, especially after what had almost happened? But then she remembered how good it felt to be pressed against his big body, to be surrounded by him. Also, it would probably look better for whoever was watching on the blue viewscreen. “All right,” she said at last. “Hurry and get changed though. I’m exhausted.”

“As my lady commands,” he murmured.

The desire in her body gradually faded to just an ache. Trin’s eyelids drifted closed for a moment and she heard the sound of rustling fabric. After a moment, the lights went out and Thrace slid under the heavy, silky sheets beside her. He took her in his arms and Trin sighed in deep contentment as she pillowed her head on his hard chest. Goddess, they fit together perfectly. Who would have guessed that such a thing was possible? That she could find comfort and pleasure in cuddling up with such big, strange, dangerous creature?

Yet, despite being a male, Thrace was none of those things. Or rather, he was but he was also just…Thrace. He made her feel safe in his arms…protected…cherished. How did he do that? Why did he want to? And how did she feel about it? About him? Was she beginning to care for him?

Surely not, whispered a little voice in her head. Care for a male? In that way? That’s crazy…isn’t it?

Before she could find an answer, her eyelids drifted shut again and sleep claimed her.

* * * * *

Just look at her. Thrace brushed a long strand of silky hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. The room was mostly dark but he could see her clearly in the faint blue glow from the viewscreen on the wall. She looked lovely as she lay curled in his arms, lost to the world but trusting that he would keep her safe, that he would protect her all night long.

I will too. I’ll guard her with my life.

Emotion swelled within him and he knew it was true. There was no denying it—he was growing to care for Trin and not in a casual way. Havoc didn’t bond themselves to females—they went their whole lives trying to avoid emotional entanglements with the opposite sex. That was part of their heritage and their beliefs, as surely as Trin’s people believed it was wrong to allow themselves to become involved with males. Yet, here they were, the two of them, entwined in bed with her head resting on his chest and her sweet, naked body pressed to his.

What was happening to them?

You’re falling for her, a little voice whispered in the back of his brain. It wasn’t accusing or angry or guilty—it was soft and calm and matter-of-fact. Just stating the truth. You’re falling in love with her.

I can’t be, Thrace told himself. That’s fucking dangerous. It was too. Havoc didn’t avoid bonding themselves to females just because it would change their life expectancy or because of cultural beliefs and heritage. Havoc didn’t bond to females because once they gave themselves, gave their hearts, there was nothing—nothing—they wouldn’t do or give or endure to keep their female safe, to make her feel loved and protected. To show her how they felt.

“Love for a female is like a drug,” Thrace remembered his Sire lecturing when he was young. “If you even once allow it to enter your system, it will take over. It clouds your judgment, ruins your sense of self preservation, changes the focus of your whole life. That’s why we stay away from females, son, except for brief encounters. It fucks up your entire existence, falling in love. Don’t let it happen to you.”

Thrace had promised he wouldn’t and he had kept his word faithfully for years…up until now. I should get up right now, he told himself. Ought to just leave. There’s nothing keeping me here—no pain collar. No one could stop me. I could find a transport shuttle out of here and go back to The Empress, find Solar and get my old life back. I should just go.

But looking down at the girl curled in his arms, he knew he couldn’t. If love was a drug, it had already entered his system. He couldn’t help how he felt, couldn’t stop the chemical reaction in his brain. Couldn’t control the impulses he felt to protect and cherish her, to hold her for as long as he could…even though he knew she didn’t feel the same way.

She never will, either, he thought, stroking her cheek. Trin sighed in her sleep and turned toward his touch. Thrace felt like a fist was squeezing his heart. She’ll never allow herself to feel for a male. And the very idea of making love, of allowing any kind of penetration from me, is repugnant to her. She said it herself—she feels the same way about being penetrated that I do.

The thought made him shudder and unquiet memories tried to rise to the surface of his mind. Thrace pushed them down ruthlessly. He’d confronted enough of his past already, especially when he’d sucked in the bubble of nightmare vapor earlier that night. The point was, he understood why Trin didn’t want to be penetrated. And also why she could never feel for him the way he was beginning to feel for her.

Doesn’t matter though, he thought, settling her more closely against him. I still feel it, even if she doesn’t. I can’t help it—I’m fucking lost.

The thought should have depressed him but he couldn’t make himself be too upset—not when he was holding her close in his arms. There was nothing he could do about it tonight. Nothing but hold her while he still could. With a sigh, he let his eyes drift closed…

After a moment, the glow of the viewscreen showed only two people sleeping deeply in each other’s arms—two bodies entwined, the smaller one curled against the larger for comfort and warmth. The soft hush of breathing was the only sound.

Then, the cool blue glow of the viewscreen turned an ominous pulsing red and low male laughter rumbled through its speakers. The black dots in the center of each bedpost irised open, revealing four holes like hungry mouths. A soft, insidious hissing sound filled the air and a heavy black vapor poured out and drifted down. It caressed the faces of the two sleepers, stroking their helpless visages with oily tentacles.

Trin sniffed a tiny amount of the vapor and made a face. She curled towards Thrace’s broad chest, her hair falling over her face, shielding her from inhaling any more the vapor. But the huge Havoc was sleeping on his back. A faint frown creased his face as the oily, black tentacles caressed his cheek. He drew in a deep, startled breath and the vapor entered his mouth and nose eagerly, almost as if it had been waiting for just such an opportunity.

The nightmare began…

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