“So you truly believe it’s some kind of mortal sin to let a male penetrate you?” he rumbled. “You think this Goddess of yours is looking down on you, ready to blast you if you let that happen?”
Trin felt her cheeks get hot but she tried to speak lightly.
“Not blast me, exactly, but I would certainly be damned to the Hell of Defiled Women. But that’s not the only reason I wouldn’t let a male do that to me—only a weak or pathetic woman would allow such a thing.”
“That’s pretty much what males of my race feel too,” Thrace admitted. “Allowing yourself to be penetrated is the…” He swallowed hard and for a moment is seemed as though he was having trouble getting the words out. “The ultimate sign of failure. The final loss of dignity and pride. When you submit to such a thing…you’re no longer a male of worth.”
“Exactly,” Trin exclaimed. “But it’s even more than that with us. It’s considered depraved and disgusting…only a few steps up from bestiality.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “Your people really don’t think much of males.”
Trin shrugged. “Most of them don’t know any males—except for the body-slaves they see occasionally if they visit Yonnie Six. And those sad, cringing creatures are hardly an accurate representation of your sex.”
“So what do you believe about it?” he probed, his voice soft and questioning.
Trin lifted her chin. “Well, I’m not as religious as my mother but I still have way too much self respect to allow my body to be…to be used in that fashion. It’s low and vulgar and degrading. I won’t cheapen myself by allowing anyone or anything to penetrate me. In fact…” She hesitated for a moment and then decided to tell him. “In fact, I’m one of the Unpenetrated.”
“The who?”
“It’s a vow you take on Zetta Prime when you decide that you don’t want to join with anyone. You stand before the priestess of the Goddess of Judgment and swear that no one and nothing shall ever enter you…your sex, I mean.” Her cheeks were getting hot again. “I took my vows five years ago and I’ve always adhered to them. I’m very proud of that.”
“I see,” he murmured neutrally. “So it is a religious issue.”
“More of a pride thing,” Trin said. “What about you—have you ever allowed yourself to be penetrated…down there?”
He gave a harsh laugh. “I told you what my people feel about it…that it makes you less of a male, that it negates your self worth. Do you think I would willingly allow such a thing?”
“So it’s a pride thing for you too,” she challenged.
“Exactly. And yet, as proud as we both are, I don’t see you being too proud to snuggle up with a male to get warm,” he pointed out.
“That’s different,” Trin said, trying to make herself believe it. “There’s nothing sexual about this…well, not for me. And even if there was, it’s not like I’d let you actually—”
“I know you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t try it,” Thrace murmured. “I get it, Mistress—you’re off limits.”
“I wasn’t trying to say that exactly, I was just letting you know what I believe…how I was raised…Oh, Hell.” Trin sighed unhappily. “Now I’ve offended you. I’m sorry.”
“Not offended, exactly…” He sighed also and shifted on the bed. “Just confirmed what I already knew, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” Trin said again. “Look, maybe I should just scoot over and let you be.” She started to scoot to the far side of the bed but Thrace stopped her.
“You think I’ll let you freeze all night just because of what you said?” he demanded. “I’m not that vindictive. And considering that most of your people wouldn’t give a damn whether they offended a lowly male or not, I’m willing to forgive you.”
“Thank you,” Trin said a little stiffly. “I just want us to know where we stand.”
“Don’t you mean where we lay?” he rumbled, a half laugh in his deep voice.
“Exactly.” Feeling better now that they’d clarified things, Trin snuggled closer to his warmth. The top half of her was toasty warm but her hips and legs and feet were beginning to be cold again. She shifted, trying to get a little closer and felt something hard brush her thigh again. “Oh!” She drew back a little, though not as much as before.
“Sorry,” he said roughly. “I’m trying to keep back.”
“No…it’s all right.” Trin bit her lip. “I’m just…the bottom half of me is getting really cold.”
“Well, you can come closer if you want but I can’t promise not to have a hard-on,” Thrace rumbled. “Just because lying here holding you isn’t sexual for you doesn’t mean it’s not for me. You’re too beautiful and too close. I can’t fucking help it.”
“What if I put my back to you again?” Trin turned over on her other side. Somehow it seemed safer that way—though she couldn’t say why.
“Works for me.” He pulled her to him, nestling her into the curve of his big, hard body.
Trin settled back against him, feeling the planes of his flat chest against her back, his long legs against the backs of her thighs…and the hard ridge of his shaft pressing directly against her ass.
It felt odd at first and she wiggled, trying to get more comfortable. This elicited a low groan from Thrace. She stopped at once.
“Did I hurt you? I was just trying to get settled.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Not in the way you mean, anyway.” His voice had that slightly strangled quality to it again.
“How then? Does it hurt when I, uh, touch it?” Trin asked.
“Does it hurt when you touch your pussy?” he asked roughly. “Hell no, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels so good it’s a little bit painful…if that makes any sense.”
“Not really,” Trin said doubtfully. “I’ve never felt a pleasure that was so good it was painful.”
“Then you’ve never been pleasured properly,” he murmured. “Never had a partner who knows exactly how and where to touch your body to make you moan and gasp for more. Who knows how to make you beg them to stop and to never stop in the same breath.”
“I…don’t know what you mean,” Trin murmured but his words made her feel strange inside—things low in her body seemed to clench.
“I know you don’t, baby. Sorry…Mistress,” he corrected himself. “I can’t really explain it if you’ve never felt it. Unless you want me to show you what I mean?”
“If you mean by touching me, that wouldn’t be right and you know it,” Trin murmured, her heart racing. “But…” She cleared her throat, knowing she should stop but not quite being able to. “But you can tell me. Tell me what you would show me if you could.”
“You want me to talk dirty to you, Mistress?” His voice was a low growl. “Is that it? Because I’ll be more than happy to do that if you want.”
“I…don’t know about that,” Trin hedged. She felt a little guilty about the situation she was in but honestly, it wasn’t like he was doing anything but holding her…and talking. Surely there couldn’t be any harm in that—could there? “Just tell me what you’d do if…if it wasn’t improper,” she said.
“Mmm, with pleasure.” He settled her closer against him. “Well, the first thing I’d do is pull off that thin little night dress of yours so I could feel your naked body against me, skin-to-skin,” he murmured, low in her ear. “Then I’d cup these sweet, luscious breasts in my hands and tease your nipples nice and slow.” As he spoke, one large hand drifted over the front of her night dress, his fingertips just barely brushing the aching peaks of her nipples as if in illustration.
Trin bit her lip and tightened her grip on the remote, which she was still holding in one hand. But his touch was so light, so fleeting, she felt she could hardly complain. Instead of pressing the pain button on the remote she whispered, “Go on.”
“Then I’d roll you over on your back and take my time sucking and kissing your nipples,” he murmured. “I’d nip you…very lightly, then kiss them to take away the sting. Then suck as
much of your ripe breasts into my mouth as I could—suck hard—to let you know how much I want you.”
“You…you would?” Trin whispered rather breathlessly.
“Hell, yes I would,” he murmured. “And I wouldn’t stop there. After I sucked your ripe nipples a good long time, I’d start working my way down your chest and belly until I got to the sweet spot—right between your thighs.”
His big hand brushed lightly across her mound, making her jump and bite back a moan.
“And then?” Trin managed to ask. She knew the mental images he was painting with his deep, growling voice shouldn’t be turning her on. But somehow, even though she knew it wasn’t proper to be sexually stimulated by a male, she was. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this hot and bothered. Her nipples were aching at the tips of her breasts and her pussy felt hot and swollen and positively liquid with desire.
“Then I’d spread your thighs and taste you,” he murmured in her ear. “Have you ever been tasted before, Trin? Back when you were trying to see if you liked it with other females?”
“No, we…” Trin cleared her throat. “No, I never got that far.”
“Then I would be your first.” There was a definite note of interest in his low, growling voice. “So I’d have to be gentle…ease you into it.”
“Into what?” Trin knew it was wrong to want to hear more and yet she couldn’t help it—she wanted to hear more. No, scratch that—she needed to hear more.
“Into having your pussy licked,” Thrace murmured. He pulled her even closer against him so that she could feel the long, hard ridge of his shaft nestling right between her buttocks. “I’d kiss you first,” he went on, before she could say anything. “Kiss you like I was kissing your mouth—long and soft and sweet to warm you up and get you ready. Then when you were moaning and sliding your hips all around the bed, I’d spread you open and taste all your sweet juices.”
“Oh…I mean, you would?” Trin was getting so hot now she could barely stand it. The desire growing between her legs was getting to be too much. She felt like she had to do something to relieve it soon or she would explode.
“You know I would,” Thrace told her. “I’d love to spread your pussy open and kiss and lick and taste you.”
“Oh!” Trin wiggled against him, feeling helplessly hot as the thick rod of his shaft poked her from behind. “I think…I wish…”
“You wish what?” he growled softly.
“I wish I had my clitoral stimulator, but no…” She bit her lip. What had she been thinking, saying such a thing aloud? But Thrace seemed to understand and approve of her need.
“You don’t need a stimulator, baby,” he murmured. “Just use your fingers. I’d offer to do it myself but I know you think it wouldn’t be ‘proper.’”
“Touching myself while you talk to me wouldn’t be proper either,” Trin pointed out, breathing hard.
“It might not be proper but making yourself come might get rid of the last of the passion berry wine,” Thrace told her. “It would sure as hell help, anyway.”
“It would?” Suddenly Trin began to see things in a new light.
“Uh-huh—flush it right out of your system,” he promised. “So go ahead baby, touch yourself. There’s only the two of us here, alone in the dark. Who cares if it’s proper?”
Honestly, nothing she was saying or doing right now would be considered proper behavior for a respected daughter of Zetta Prime, especially one of the Unpenetrated, but Trin couldn’t help it. Thrace’s warm scent all around her and his big, hard body pressed to her back seemed to do things to her…things that had never been done by anyone until now. Besides, maybe this would finally get rid of the lingering effects of the passion berries. That seemed like a good, valid reason for doing as he suggested. At least, she thought so.
“All right,” she whispered at last. Almost without thinking about it, she allowed the hand holding the remote to relax and let it go. Then she slipped her fingers down between her thighs and cupped her mound. “Tell me more,” she whispered.
“First tell me if you’re touching yourself,” Thrace rumbled. “Tell me if you’re spreading open your soft little pussy and petting your sweet, wet inner cunt.”
“Y-yes,” Trin stammered as her fingers found their way between her swollen pussy lips. “Yes, I am.”
“And does it feel good, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Are you stroking your sweet little clit? Are you imagining me between your thighs licking you there? Running my tongue all over your pussy?”
“I…I am now,” Trin confessed. Dear Goddess, what was she doing? There was a little voice far back in her head now screaming that this was wrong, that no matter how badly she needed to get warm this was not the way to go about it but Trin couldn’t seem to make herself care or listen to the shrill little pest.
“That’s good,” Thrace growled softly. “Spread your pussy wide and imagine it’s me. Imagine I’m tasting you there, tracing your clit with my tongue, licking up your sweet juices.”
“How…how do you know they’d be sweet?” Trin could barely talk. Her fingers flew between her legs, stroking lightly around her clit as she pictured the acts he was describing. What would it feel like to have the big Havoc’s tongue between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her wide as he tasted her the way he seemed so desperately to want to do?
“I know it’d be sweet because of your scent,” Thrace growled. “I can tell how hot and wet you’re getting just by sniffing the air. And that warm, sweet perfume your pussy puts out when you’re hot is so fucking delicious I could come just from scenting it.”
Trin didn’t know what to say to that. But her fingers kept flying between her thighs and her pleasure was close—she was right on the edge and about to jump off. Thrace seemed to sense that somehow.
“Are you close, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Close to coming for me?
“Y-yes,” Trin couldn’t help admitting. “I am close. So close…”
“Good.” Thrace pulled her even closer and nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. “Because I want to hold you while you lose control—want to feel you quiver against me. Even if I can’t be the one to make you come, I want to feel it.”
“I am,” Trin gasped as her pleasure suddenly peaked. “I can’t help it…I…I’m coming.”
And then the pleasure was washing over her, overwhelming her as, for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to orgasm with another person.
Thrace held her tight as she shook and moaned helplessly, her fingers thrust between her thighs as she rode out the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Then, slowly, she began to come back to herself.
“Oh my Goddess,” she whispered shakily. “This is wrong. What am I doing?”
“Just helping yourself a little,” Thrace rumbled reassuringly. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“A lot of people would disagree with you,” Trin said tartly. “The priestesses at my old temple to start with.” The only good thing about the shameful thing she’d done was that she now appeared to be completely warm. She pulled away from Trace and took a deep breath. “Maybe…maybe you should go back to your place,” she said. She tried to make her voice hard and frosty but it came out shaky instead.
“Maybe I should. But first…” Reaching around her, he grasped her forearm and pulled her hand out from beneath the thermal blankets.
Trin gasped with embarrassment as she saw her juices gleaming in the faint light from the floor glows which stayed on in the corners to prevent midnight accidents.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Cleaning you up, Mistress.” Slowly he slipped her two fingers between his lips and sucked them into his hot mouth. He licked them both, cleaning away her honey and holding her eyes with his own as he did so.
Trin stared at him uncertainly as her stomach did a slow flip-flop and she felt another surge of wetness between her legs. Goddess, what was he doing to her and how wa
s he doing it? How could he affect her so strongly when he was a male?
“Just as I thought,” he murmured when he finally released her fingers. “Delicious. Wish I could lick your sweet pussy clean the same way.”
“Thrace!” she exclaimed, her cheeks burning. “You know that wouldn’t be right!”
“Maybe not but it would be fucking hot.” His eyes burned. “Good night, Mistress.” He gave her a slow smile she could see even in the dim room. Then he slipped out of her bed and went to lie on the floor where he had started the night.
Heart pounding, Trin looked at her freshly cleaned fingers, feeling a strange mixture of shame and desire. She’d never had such a strong reaction to anyone, male or female, in her life. What had he done to her and how had he done it?
Well, whatever he did, it can’t happen again, she told herself sternly. From now on I must be in complete and total control of myself.
With that promise to herself, she rolled over and tried to get to sleep. But even though she was now warm through and through, sleep was a long time coming.
Chapter Fourteen
Trin made a small noise in her sleep and rolled over.
Thrace looked up from his chair in front of the viewscreen and cast a glance in her direction. Was she waking up? It was about time—they were about to enter Yonnie Six airspace in an hour, as the navigator had called to say. Thrace hated to wake her up from her slumber but it was time they got up and started getting ready to go.
“Mmmph.” She rolled over again.
Thrace bookmarked the search he’d been doing on the duties of a body-slave on Yonnie Six and the Landra-Rey Celebration in particular and went to her bedside.
“Mistress?” he murmured. “Miss—”
The words died on his lips as Trin, apparently a very restless sleeper, rolled over again. The motion pushed the blankets down around her thighs and revealed that the thin nightdress she wore was pushed up around her waist. The tiny pair of panties she wore was riding high. The thin crotch had slipped up between her plump pussy lips and the top of her dress was stretched tight across her full breasts and berry dark nipples.
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