“Thrace!” she protested, feeling her cheeks heat with a blush. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t actually been touching herself but she did like feeling bare under the flirty little dress while she read the “good parts” as Thrace called them. It made her feel hot and naughty.
“Mmm-hmm, I thought so.” He leaned forward and took her mouth in a deep, tantalizing kiss that promised so much more.
Trin moaned and kissed him back, giving in to the pleasure of his hot mouth completely. Goddess, she loved the feel of his strong body against hers! His muscles were like warm, flexible steel. She never felt so safe as when she was enclosed in his arms.
Now she was completely naked while Thrace was still wearing his black flight leathers and an ice-blue shirt that looked amazing with his eyes.
“Wait…wait a minute,” she protested breathlessly when the kiss finally broke. “I thought I was supposed to be in charge. Isn’t the mistress supposed to be dressed while her slave is naked?”
“Only if she doesn’t want her slave to pay obeisance to her,” he murmured, smiling. “Mistress, will you allow me to pay obeisance to your sweet nipples?”
His low words and the hungry way he was looking at her made Trin’s pussy feel hot and wet and swollen. Goddess, this was how it had been back at Lady Tam-tam’s, when they were still just pretending to be together. She’d been very nervous about letting Thrace put his mouth on her most intimate spots but he’d proven he could do it with gentleness and utmost respect, which had allowed her to let him in more than she ever would have believed possible.
“Yes,” she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and thrusting her naked breasts out for him. “Yes, you may, slave.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Thrace slid off the side of the bed and sank to his knees before her, bringing her closer to his mouth. Obligingly, Trin pushed her breasts further out, her nipples like dark, ripe berries just begging to be sucked.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Thrace’s mental voice sounded slightly hoarse. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you, baby.”
“Mistress,” she corrected him with a little smile. Although she knew well enough that she’d be “baby” later when it was his turn to penetrate her and fill her with his seed.
“Mmm, and I can’t wait to do that. But we have a few other things to do first.”
Leaning forward, he captured one tight bud between his lips. He was gentle at first, barely touching her as he kissed the rigid little point. It reminded Trin of the way he had first “paid obeisance” to her breasts back on Yonnie Six. Then, his eyes fixed on hers, he sucked her deeply into his mouth, pulling at the tender peak until she moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.
“Oh Goddess…Thrace!” she gasped as he switched to the second nipple and treated it the same way.
“Do you like that, Mistress?” he asked through their link while still driving her wild. “Do you like it when I pay obeisance to your sweet breasts?”
“You know I do!” Trin sent back, still moaning.
“Then may I also pay obeisance to your pussy?” He looked up at her, his eyes blazing. “May I spread your plump little cunt lips wide and worship your clit with my tongue?”
In answer, Trin lay back against the bed and let her knees drift apart. This was another act which had caused her much shame and guilt once upon a time. Now she loved it—loved the feeling of her man’s hot mouth on her most intimate and secret spot and the feeling of his tongue buried deep in her cleft.
“Gods, you have such a gorgeous little pussy,” Thrace growled softly. He was still on his knees before her and his big, warm hands caressed her inner thighs as he spoke. “So hot and wet and swollen. You need to be kissed, don’t you, Mistress? Kissed and licked and sucked.”
“Y-yes,” Trin half moaned as she felt his hot breath blowing across her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help remembering the first time he had “paid obeisance” to her pussy. She’d been so reluctant to let him, feeling that it would be wrong to let a male put his lips to such a private area. But Thrace had convinced her he could simply kiss her and show his reverence for her pussy without penetrating her. That was the first time Trin had allowed his mouth on her there—but not the last. Since then she had come to realize that this was one of his favorite acts—he genuinely loved the way she tasted and the way she couldn’t help moaning when he kissed and tasted her.
“Of course I love the way you moan when I kiss you,” Thrace told her as he leaned forward. He placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her swollen outer pussy lips, making her jump and give a breathless little gasp. Then he spent several long minutes tracing her slit with his tongue, making her clench her hands into fists as she tried to hold still while he licked her. “And I especially like the way you make those hot little cries when I spread your pussy and taste your creamy little cunt.”
“Then do it!” Trin gasped as he spread her with thumbs, exposing her inner folds.
“Gods, look how wet you are,” he groaned softly. “So soft and wet and open—Mistress it will be my pleasure to taste your sweet juices.”
“Oh…Oh, Thrace,” Trin gasped, gripping the bedspread on either side of her. Goddess, he was driving her crazy.
“You drive me crazy too…the way you look so hot and wet, the way you move when I taste you…the way you smell with that hot feminine scent…Goddess, can’t hold back anymore, Mistress. Have to taste you fully now.”
Bending his head, he took a long, slow lick that started at the bottom of her slit and went all the way to the top of her cleft. Trin moaned, her hips twitching as his hot tongue dragged over her aching clit. Then he did it again, and again while she bucked up to meet him, tasting her thoroughly as though determined to get every last drop of her honey.
She was gripping the bedspread with one hand but she needed to hold on to something with the other. Somehow her hand found his and their fingers intertwined. Trin squeezed hard and felt his answering pressure as he continued to bathe her pussy with his hot tongue.
“That’s right, Mistress,” she heard him growl softly in her head. “Hold on to me. Hold on and let me taste your sweet pussy.”
“Oh…oh, Thrace I’m already close…so close,” she moaned, her back arching as she gave herself to him completely.
“Then you’re ready.”
Never stopping the long, slow licking that was driving her insane, he reached for the heart’s blood phallus and pressed the dark red end against the entrance to her pussy.
Trin gasped a little at the shock of it and started to close her legs. Thrace looked up and caught her eyes before giving a minute shake of his head.
“No, Mistress—you need to wear this. All right?”
“I…all right.” Trin could hear the hesitation in her own mental voice and she tried to make it stronger. “All right,” she sent again. “Do it, Thrace—I trust you.”
“I am honored by your trust, Mistress.”
Still lapping gently at her wet, open folds, he pressed the heart’s blood phallus slowly inside her. Trin bit her lip to hold back a moan as it stretched her inner walls. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as big as Thrace’s shaft but still it felt alien inside her—subtly wrong somehow.
“It feels like that because it’s not me,” Thrace assured her, still licking and kissing her gently. “But remember, it’s going to connect us in a moment. It will join us together intimately.”
“And…you’re sure you’re all right with this? You still want to do it?” she sent as he seated the thick phallus completely inside her, to the hilt.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Thrace promised her. He placed another soft kiss on her throbbing clit and looked up at her. “Are you ready?” he asked aloud.
“Are you?” Trin demanded in a slightly shaky voice.
In answer, he got off his knees and began to strip. Trin watched with a pounding heart as his naked, muscular body was revealed. Goddess, he was a work of art—all hard angles and lines and t
hick, supple musculature. His cock was hard, probably from tasting her, thrusting out from between his thighs. Her eyes fastened to the thick shaft and she couldn’t look away. Goddess, she wanted him so much. Wanted to feel him in her.
“I want to feel you in me too,” he murmured through their link.
Trin looked at him uncertainly. “Really?”
He nodded. “Really. I…” He cleared his throat. “I want to submit to you—want to give myself completely the way you give yourself to me when you allow me to open you with my shaft.”
“Oh, Thrace…” She was sitting up now, looking at him. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to cup his rough cheek.
“I love you, Mistress,” he murmured hoarsely and planted a soft kiss in the middle of her palm. Then he climbed onto the bed with her. Going to the head of the bed, he propped up the pillows and half sat, half lay against them.
Trin knew what that meant—it was time. She crawled on her hands and knees towards him, excruciatingly aware of how the heart’s-blood phallus was shifting within her with every movement. There were no straps to hold it on but none were needed. One of the properties of the heart’s blood was that it was made of an intuitive material—it wouldn’t leave her until she was ready for it to.
Thrace’s eyes seemed to be glued to the phallus as she moved. At first, Trin wondered if he had changed his mind.
“No, Mistress—I haven’t changed my mind about opening to you.”
In a final gesture of submission, he spread his legs for her, welcoming her in.
Trin had a sudden thought.
“We need some lube—something to ease the way.”
“Already taken care of,” Thrace assured her in a low growl. “I wanted to be completely ready when the time came. So just do it, Mistress—just take me.”
“I…” Trin got into position between his legs but she still wasn’t sure. There was so much in the past that should have made this act of sacrifice on his part impossible…so much pain and hurt and betrayal.
But Thrace seemed calm—at least outwardly. He simply kept his eyes trained on her and nodded slowly as she pressed the golden tip of the phallus to his nether entrance.
Trin was poised at the point of no return and she knew it. With one swift thrust, she could be inside him to the hilt, tying the two of them together closer than ever before…Or maybe tearing the two of you apart, whispered a cautious little voice in her brain. How do you know? How can you know until it’s too late?
“Trin…Mistress…” Thrace’s deep voice pulled her out of her worried contemplation. She looked up to meet his eyes and saw nothing but love there.
“Thrace,” she whispered, looking at him earnestly. “Thrace I don’t want to hurt you. Are you sure? Are you really sure?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Yes, Mistress,” he rumbled, holding her eyes with his. “Anything for you. Even this. Especially this. Take me—please.”
Biting her lip, Trin did as he said. Using her hips, she thrust slowly forward, sliding the golden end of the double-headed phallus deep inside him. Then she waited to see the result.
For a moment—a long moment—Thrace closed his eyes. He took some long, slow, deep breaths and Trin heard him mutter under his breath, “Not the Master. It’s Trin…it’s all right because it’s Trin.”
“Thrace?” she whispered uncertainly. “Thrace, I can pull out if you need me to. If you want just say so.”
At last he opened his eyes.
“Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out low and hoarse with emotion. “I…I submit to you and offer my neck for your collar. I will serve you until I die or until you set me free.”
“Oh, Thrace…” Trin reached out to stroke his cheek. The movement thrust the golden end of the phallus deeper into his body and the heart’s-blood end deeper into her pussy. They both groaned and Trin saw his long, thick cock twitch and a droplet of precum appeared on its broad tip.
She stared at it in wonder as she reached to take the thick, pulsing shaft in her hand. It felt hot and velvety in her palm and Thrace gave a low groan as she stroked him from root to tip. Was it possible that he wasn’t just enduring this? That it was actually turning him on?
“Of course it’s fucking turning me on—it’s you inside me. Or as close as we can get anyway,” he murmured through their link.
Experimentally, Trin pulled out an inch or two and thrust in again, making him gasp and lift his hips to meet her as she stroked his shaft again.
“That’s right,” he growled, looking up at her, his silver-blue eyes blazing. “That’s right, Mistress—do it again. Fuck me. Fuck me while I say the words.”
“All right.” Biting her lip hard, Trin pulled back and thrust into him again…and again…and again. Now that she knew he was really all right with this, she could feel her own pleasure beginning to grow again. There was a broad golden disk between the two halves of the phallus which was studded with little nubs. With each thrust, they rubbed hard against the tender button of her clit, stimulating her as she moved. She moaned breathlessly as jolt after jolt of pleasure went through her and Thrace answered her with low cries of his own as she continued to stroke his shaft.
“Mistress,” he gasped, looking into her eyes as Trin moved within him. “I will belong to you body and soul. I will protect you with my life…shield you from harm in times of danger, and…and pleasure you in times of peace.”
“Oh, Thrace,” she moaned, stroking him harder even as she speeded up her tempo. “Oh, Goddess…”
But he wasn’t quite done yet. His eyes seemed to be nothing but silver fire as he said the last words.
“Mistress,” he groaned, “To the last drop of my blood, I…am…yours.”
Trin gave a final thrust and felt the pleasure that had been building inside her peak. But it wasn’t just pleasure—there was a profound sense of oneness—a feeling that came through the link she shared with the big Havoc and seemed to consume her completely.
Together, she thought. We’ll always be together now. Nothing can separate us. We’re one.
“We’re one,” she heard him echoing her thought. “The Deep Bonding has occurred. We are one.”
“Oh Goddess, Thrace, I love you!” With a low moan, she pressed the phallus as hard as she could inside him and held it there, allowing the intense waves of sensation to wash over her as she clung to him, like a drowning woman might cling to a solid rock to keep from being swept out to sea. Thrace held her tight as they rode out her orgasm together, stroking her back and murmuring how much he loved her, how right it felt to give himself this way.
At last the intense orgasm was over and she was able to pull out of him, removing the heart’s blood phallus from his body though it was still nested snugly inside her own. Panting, she tried to regain her composure.
“Goddess,” she whispered weakly. “That was…I didn’t know it could be like that!”
“There’s another way it can be,” he growled softly.
“Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow at him.
“Mm-hmm, that’s fucking so.” His eyes were blazing and before she knew it, Thrace had flipped her over on her back so their positions were reversed.
“Hello, baby,” he murmured, looming over her in a way that was both familiar and still just a little frightening. Enough to send a sweet, tingling chill down her spine anyway. A male…there’s a male on top of you…about to take you…about to penetrate you, whispered the little voice in her brain. Once such a prospect would have been unthinkable. Now she welcomed it—and him—with open arms.
“Thrace,” she whispered, reaching for him.
“You won’t be needing this anymore.” Gently but swiftly, he withdrew the heart’s-blood phallus and cast it aside. Trin barely had time to draw a breath and brace herself before he was replacing it with his much longer and thicker shaft.
“That’s right,” she urged, gripping his broad, bare shoulders and drawing him down. “That’s right, Thrace—take me! I
need you so much—please!”
“Gods, baby!” With a low groan, he slid deep in her channel, filling her completely as the broad head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb.
“Make a baby in me,” Trin begged him, wrapping her legs around his trim hips as well. “Take me hard, Thrace—fill me with your seed!” She hadn’t realized how much she wanted to carry his child until now. But it seemed that now the Deep Bonding had occurred, it was all she could think about.
Thrace seemed to like the idea as well. He filled her pussy with long, deep thrusts of his cock, working hard inside her as though he wanted to make sure she was well and thoroughly fucked before he spurted deep in her open pussy.
It was faster this time…harder. Trin instinctively understood that he needed it this way—that he needed to dominate her completely after having submitted so sweetly. She opened herself to him, throwing her thighs wide and matching him thrust for thrust as she worked her pelvis to meet each stroke of his thick cock in her cleft. She could feel her pleasure building again, could feel another orgasm set to overtake her—a deeper one this time. One that would cause her inner muscles to clench around his shaft and milk the seed from him, one whose deep contractions would draw that seed deep into her womb.
Just thinking of that, thinking of letting Thrace fill her with his cum and make her pregnant was too much. The very concept was so deliciously forbidden and she felt so opened, so completely taken by him. With a gasp, she felt the hot sensations peaking as a pleasure deeper than anything she’d ever felt rushed over her in warm waves.
“Ah! Ah—oh Goddess!” she cried as she felt herself clench around his hard shaft. “Oh Thrace, please—it’s too good—it’s too much!”
“Gods, baby—hold on,” he growled hoarsely in her ear. “Almost over with now. Just have to fill your sweet little cunt full of my cum.”
“Come in me,” Trin heard herself begging as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist to draw him in deeper. “Do it now—fill me up! Please.”
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