Stealing Her Heart

by Evangeline Anderson

  “The layout of your home is rather…esoteric,” she remarked to Professor Torella as they walked. “Back where I come from we have different rooms for different functions. But here everything just seems to be scattered around all over the place.”

  “Oh yes—that’s how we like it here on Priima Belle,” Professor Torella said cheerfully. “Or I like it anyway. I believe that one’s home must be ever-changing to keep the mind from becoming set in its ways. That’s why all the furniture groupings are on hover-boards. I have them remotely programmed to constantly rearrange themselves during the night while I sleep. It’s so charming to wake up and not know where anything is, you know!”

  Vicky didn’t think it sounded charming at all. She imagined stumbling out of bed and going to where the kitchen ought to be for her morning cup of coffee, only to find that it was now the living room or the den or maybe even the bathroom with no coffee in sight.

  That would seriously piss her off but Professor Torella appeared to be a rather flighty person who liked living with daily uncertainty. Or maybe she just liked surprises. Either way, she was certainly an interesting woman.

  “Now, here we are at the lounging area—the one place in my entire domicile that doesn’t change,” Torella announced. “Mainly because the fire pit and the pool aren’t mobile—more’s the pity.” She sighed mournfully.

  Vicky looked around this new part of the house with interest and saw that Chain was doing the same.

  The first thing she noticed was an immensely long free-standing fireplace which looked like an extension of the gray marble floor. It ran half the length of the room and was around waist-high, with a long translucent chimney made of glass bricks positioned above it.

  The fuel appeared to be some kind of blue crystals and the flames were gold and green and blue as they flickered over the long fireplace. Vicky could see pearly blue-gray smoke from the fire flowing up through the glass chimney, presumably being let out into the night sky somewhere above.

  On the other side of the fireplace, three long padded tables were standing and a little way beyond them was a rectangular pool filled with clear lavender liquid.

  Vicky didn’t think the liquid was water—it didn’t move like water for one thing. There appeared to be a kind of rippling current running through it but the small waves it caused didn’t exactly lap against the sides of the pool. They moved more like syrup or honey, with a sluggish motion that seemed to coat the gray marble and then slowly leak back down again.

  Sitting across from each other on either side of the pool were two long, low, white leather couches that looked spotlessly clean. They were filled with throw pillows in every shade of purple and silver and gray imaginable—presumably to match the liquid in the pool.

  Looking up, Vicky saw that the ceiling over the pool was clear glass. She could see right up into the night sky—which was mostly a dense black with only an occasional star peeking through the thick cloud cover.

  Sitting on one of the couches was Professor Lornah. Her student, Lorn, was sitting stiffly on the floor beside her and giving her a foot massage. He appeared to be wholly into this task—so much so that he didn’t even look up when Professor Torella led them into the room.

  Vicky frowned at the ongoing foot massage—was that the way things were done here at Priima Belle or was this some kind of illicit activity? She would never have accepted a foot massage from a student herself—it would have been way over the line of propriety. But Professor Lornah seemed to feel this service on the part of her student was her due. Or at least, the sour, bored expression on her face seemed to indicate it was nothing out of the ordinary.

  “Oh, Lornah, there you are!” Torella exclaimed. “I thought you’d be in the flower grove. You usually head right there the minute you come over!”

  “I couldn’t find it,” Professor Lornah said tightly. “Apparently it’s been moved since the last time I visited you.”

  “Well, of course it has!” Torella exclaimed, laughing brightly. “That’s the fun of it—finding it again!”

  “Yes, I was most amused,” Lornah snapped, sounding anything but. “Do you mind if we get on with this? You asked me here to witness if Professor Victoria is a good teacher or not and it’s already late. You know how long these types of trials can go on for!”

  “Oh yes, of course. But you know, I thought we might all sit and have a nice little after dinner drink first—you know, just to get loosened up?” Torella asked. “After all, Professor Vicky and her student might not be used to performing for an audience—even if it is just an audience of two.”

  Professor Lornah gave her a level look.

  “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, Torella? If you have much more it won’t be safe for you to get into the pleasure enhancement pool.”

  Vicky watched this exchange with mounting concern. Perform for an audience? Pleasure enhancing pool? What exactly was going on here?

  She had a bad feeling she was about to find out.

  “Very well.” Professor Torella gave her colleague a sulky look. “No drinks then. I vow, Lornah, you get more boring every year! One would think that anyone who based her studies in something as lovely and delicious as cake would be more fun!”

  “I don’t only study cakes and pastries, I also study the dishes they are plated on!” Lornah reminded her tartly. “And I couldn’t study anything if I drank half as much as you do!”

  Vicky thought Torella might get angry at this, but she only honked a laugh through her beaky nose and tossed back her bright pink hair.

  “Oh Lornah, you’re always in the doldrums—it’s so droll to be around you—really it is.”

  Vicky didn’t think it was fun to be around Lornah at all, but of course no one had asked her.

  “Um—should we have a seat?” she asked, wishing to end the argument and also trying to figure out what came next.

  “I suppose it won’t hurt to relax for a bit before we start,” Torella remarked, though Lornah looked like she wanted to object. She settled herself on the couch beside the other professor and snapped her fingers for her students. “Come here, boys,” she demanded. “Come here and get me all warmed up for a dip in the pleasure enhancement pool.”

  As she spoke, she opened the teaching slits in her fluttery gown and exposed a pair of rather improbably large breasts for her skinny frame.

  Vicky watched from the corner of her eye—because she was trying not to look directly at this strange sight—as Torella’s two students sank down on either side of her. Then each took one a nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

  Okay, this was way, way over the line that should exist between a teacher and a student, Vicky thought with dismay. What the hell was going on here?

  “Excuse me,” she said and cleared her throat.

  “Yes?” Torella looked up casually. She was idly running her fingers through the hair of both the blond and brunette students as they continued to suck her nipples. It was clear she had absolutely no shame at all about what was going on.

  “Um what are you…why are you letting them do that to you?” Vicky asked, motioning with one hand. “I mean, why are your students, uh…”

  “Sucking my nipples?” Torella finished for her. “Why, because I’m teaching them how to be good lovers, of course! And part of that is paying proper attention to a woman’s breasts and nipples, as I’m sure you’ll agree.”

  “Why even have the teaching slits in the gown if you’re not going to use them?” Lornah asked sharply, joining in the conversation. Then she looked down at her student. “Ah, that’s right, Lorn my pet,” she murmured, stroking his head as he continued to suck her right nipple. “You’re learning very well. See—I told you not to worry about that little stutter of yours. Any woman you’re with after I finish with you will be happy to use your talented tongue for much more important things than talking.”

  Vicky thought she was beginning to catch on to what was happening here but it was so strange—so
alien—that she felt she had to be sure. But she had to be careful finding out, she thought—she didn’t want to alert the other women that she wasn’t exactly up to speed on these kinds of “teaching methods.”

  “I see,” she said to Professor Torella. “Er…I think maybe your educational system here on Priima Belle is a little different from the one we employ where I come from on Earth, which the Mother Ship orbits. Would you mind telling me exactly how things are set up here?”

  “I’ll tell you but don’t let our conversation stop us from you teaching your student,” Torella said. “By all means, give him your breasts and let him practice his skills as we talk.”

  Vicky’s heart started pounding. She couldn’t believe she was expected to sit here with her breasts out and just casually let Chain suck her nipples while she talked. But really, what else could she do? Both Torella and Lornah were staring at her expectantly, waiting for her to begin.

  And it’s not like Chain hasn’t sucked your breasts before, whispered a little voice in the back of her head.

  “Um…” She fumbled with the magnetic tabs in her flowing gown, looking uncertainly at Chain.

  The big Kindred was looking back at her with half-lidded eyes.

  “Professor,” he murmured, “Will you bare your breasts for me? I would love to taste your sweet peaks again and practice my nipple-sucking skills.”

  Vicky blushed as she remembered how pleasurable his hot mouth on her naked breasts could be. But letting him suck her nipples in the privacy of her own bedroom was one thing. Letting him do it in front of other people—people she had only just met—was something else altogether. It felt weird and wrong.

  But she had to get along here or how else was she going to get her hands on the T’lix-Kruthe?

  Don’t think about it, she ordered herself. Just do it.

  Or rather, let Chain do it to her.

  Feeling self-conscious, she settled stiffly on the other white couch—pushing a myriad of purple and silver pillows away to get a spot. She opened the magnetic tabs Kat had put in her gown, exposing her breasts and then motioned for Chain.

  “Come here, Chain,” she murmured, looking up at the big Kindred. “Come here and, er, suck me.”

  His midnight-blue eyes were filled with lust in the light from the green and gold flames.

  “It will be my very great pleasure, Professor Victoria,” he growled softly.

  And then he was on his knees before her, reaching for her breasts.

  Twenty-Four

  Gods, how he loved to suck and pleasure her! Chain growled softly in the back of his throat as he lapped and circled her erect nipples with his tongue. Her ripe, pink peaks were so tight—so needy. And so sensitive. He loved the way Victoria writhed and squirmed and tried really hard not to make a noise while he pleasured her.

  But every once in a while a little moan or gasp slipped out and he could see from the way she was biting her lip and tell from the warm scent of her aroused pussy that she was enjoying this every bit as much as he was.

  Chain would have been happy to suck her nipples all night. He loved the salty flavor of her skin and the way she thrust her breasts up and out, as though begging mutely for more. But he couldn’t help wondering if this was regular behavior between a professor and student here on Priima Belle.

  Luckily, it appeared that Professor Torella was going to tell them.

  “So, you wanted to know about the Priima Belle teaching methods,” she mused as she carded her fingers carelessly through the hair of the males sucking her nipples. “It’s based on a very simple premise, actually—men don’t know what a woman wants or needs sexually unless they are taught it.”

  “And so…you teach them?” Victoria’s voice was breathless as Chain flicked her left nipple gently while slowly circling the right with his tongue.

  “Indeed.” Torella nodded. “At the age of first maturity—twenty cycles old—young males are taken from the general population and brought to live at one of the many university compounds—like the one where we first met.” She smiled at Victoria. “There they are matched with mature professors like myself and Professor Lornah there…” She nodded at Lornah who nodded back, “And we train them for the next five to seven years exactly how to please a woman.”

  “Five to seven years? That seems like…like a long time.” Victoria shifted in her seat and the warm smell of her aroused pussy drifted up to Chain’s nose again.

  He felt his shaft grow even harder than it had been before. Gods, he hoped he got to taste her tonight! He wanted to be between her thighs so damn badly lapping her salty-sweet pussy honey right from the source.

  “Oh, some of our students decide to stay longer—all their lives, in fact,” Torella explained. “That was why I asked if your student was with you for life. I thought maybe you had taken him on when he was younger and he just decided to stay with you, rather than going back to the general population.”

  “You mean, you, uh, let them go—your students—once you feel like they’ve learned enough?” Vicky asked, panting and shifting in her seat as she spoke. The slow teasing way Chain was stroking and lapping her nipples was definitely having an effect on her, he thought with satisfaction.

  “Oh certainly—they must breed the next generation.” Lornah said, frowning. “Once a male has passed his final exams and his professor feels he is ready, he is sent back to the regular society of Priima Belle. There he can find himself a wife who can be certain he will please her in every way.”

  “It’s an excellent system,” Torella said, smiling at her two students as they continued to pleasure her. “Males are too immature and selfish to be allowed to form permanent attachments until about the age of twenty-six or seven and some are still too immature even then! We don’t release our students until we feel they are ready to please a woman thoroughly and completely and care for any children they might sire. That’s one reason our society here on Priima Belle is so stable and happy—because of the hard work professors like myself and Professor Lornah here.”

  She nodded at the other woman, who nodded back in apparent agreement.

  “But enough talk, I think it’s time for a dip in the pleasure enhancement pool,” Torella said. She tapped both her students smartly on the tops of their heads and they drew back at once, letting her nipples slip from their lips.

  When they moved out of the way, she stood and pulled the gown she was wearing on over her head before slipping off her sandals. Smiling, she beckoned to Victoria and Lornah.

  “Come on, girls—come join me. I think you’ll find it makes everything we do tonight much more fun.”

  “Oh…all right.” Victoria looked down at Chain, who was watching her with interest as he continued to pleasure her. “Chain, I guess…guess you’d better stop,” she whispered breathlessly. “I need…I’m going to, uh, go swimming.”

  Reluctantly, Chain released her nipples.

  “Are you sure it’s safe?” he growled softly, his protective instincts on high alert. “I’m pretty sure the stuff in that pool isn’t water.”

  “I’m sure you’re right,” she whispered back. “But look—Torella and Lornah are getting in. I don’t see how it could be harmful since they’re going into it as well.”

  “I guess you’ll have to use your own judgment, then,” Chain said doubtfully. “Just be careful.”

  “I will.” She smiled briefly and stroked his cheek. Then she bit her lip uncertainly. “Well…I guess I’d better get in.”

  Chain remembered that she felt self-conscious about her curvy body, though he couldn’t see why.

  He stood and offered her his hand. Victoria took it and he helped her up and pulled her close.

  “Would you like me to help you out of your gown, Professor?” he murmured, looking her in the eyes. “It would be my very great pleasure.”

  “Oh…I guess so.” Blushing, Victoria waited while he slipped the gown off her, leaving her completely naked. She bit her lip when she saw him watching her.
“Why are you looking at me that way?”

  “Because you’re so Goddess-damned beautiful. I can’t help myself,” Chain growled hoarsely.

  He couldn’t help staring—couldn’t help drinking her in. Gods, she was so gorgeous it made him ache. He just hoped she would be all right in that weird purple water.

  “Come on—I’ll help you into the pool,” he offered, holding out a hand to her. That way at least he would be close by if something happened.

  “Oh, well…all right.”

  Still blushing, Victoria allowed him to hold her hand as she stepped down into the pale purple liquid. It moved sluggishly around her, like oil, but didn’t seem to offer any harm other than the fact that it coated her skin quite thoroughly. It didn’t seem too deep either—it came up to her shoulders but stopped there and it appeared to be the same depth everywhere, which was good.

  Professors Lornah and Torella were already lounging at the far end of the rectangular pool, their heads tipped back and resting on towels their students had placed on the edge to act as cushions. Chain decided to do the same for his little Elite.

  Taking one of the fluffy blue towels from a stack at the corner of the pool, he placed it on the marble edge of the pool for her to rest against as she relaxed with the other two women.

  “That’s good, Lorn,” Professor Lornah said, as her student adjusted the towel under her head. “Just the right position. Now run along and don’t hover. I’ll let you know when I need you again.”

  “Y-yes, P-professor,” her student murmured. “I’ll f-f-find the nearest f-food prep station and m-make you a s-snack.”

  He beckoned to Chain to come with him, but Chain wasn’t going anywhere until he was absolutely certain Victoria was all right.