Guarding the Goddess

by Evangeline Anderson

  “More!” she managed to gasp. “Gods, and goddesses, give me more, Ty! Do it again!”

  His pale eyes went heavy-lidded with pleasure.

  “My Lady’s wish is my command. But tell me where you want me to lick you. Or better yet—show me.”

  “Sh-show you?” Ellina asked, panting.

  He nodded at her fingers, still buried in his hair.

  “Show me, my Lady,” he said hoarsely. “Put me where you need me and use me for your pleasure. Guide me in giving you what you need.”

  At last Ellina understood. So he wanted her to guide him? To put his hot tongue exactly where she needed it the most? She could certainly do that.

  All of her reticence and uncertainty seemed to melt away as she guided the big Kindred back to her pussy and pushed up against him, rubbing wantonly against his hot, wet tongue. Ty made low groans of pleasure in his throat as she rode his face, thrusting her hips and tugging at his hair to get him to just the right spot.

  “There!” she moaned as she felt him licking over her pleasure button. “Oh, Ty yes! There, right there!”

  He looked up briefly, his eyes dilated nearly black in the firelight.

  “I am yours to command, my Lady.”

  Then he bent and sucked her sacred pearl between his lips and began to circle the swollen bud again and again, using just the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh…Oh!” Ellina moaned and her fingers tightened in his hair until she thought her grip must be hurting him, but Ty didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he sucked and licked harder, pressing forward as though he couldn’t get enough of her—as though he wanted her so badly he was more than willing to bear the pain to taste her.

  Ellina was beginning to feel that silver wire winding tighter inside her belly once more and she knew that soon it would snap and spill pleasure through her whole body, a flood so hot and sweet it felt like melted honey.

  But then something occurred to her.

  Ty had agreed that she needed to come to take the edge off their mutual lust, but then he had mentioned that he needed to come to. And how could licking her pussy like this and making love to her sacred mouth with his tongue help him to come?

  “Ty…” she moaned, tugging at his hair to make him stop a moment. “Ty, wait…”

  He looked up, panting. His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices and his eyes were dark with lust.

  “Yes, Mistress?” he growled. “What else do you wish me to do? Is there a problem?”

  “Yes…no…I don’t know,” Ellina admitted. “Ty, you’re about to make me come…”

  “Yes—that’s what I want. I want your pleasure above all else, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “You need to come and I need to make you come. Is that a problem?”

  “Not really except…what about you?” Ellina asked. “You need to come too—it’s the only way to…to take the edge off our lust.”

  “Don’t worry about that.” Ty shook his head. “Just making you come—feeling your soft little pussy spasm against my tongue while you come all over my face—will push me over the edge as well.”

  “It will?” Ellina stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re sure?”

  “I’m fucking close right now,” he growled, looking down at himself. He was still kneeling on the floor in front of her as she lay on the couch but the bulge in his black leather trousers was clear to see. “So close. The minute you come in my mouth, I’m going to go off like a rocket—I know it.”

  “Won’t that be…be uncomfortable? Coming in your trousers?” Ellina asked breathlessly. “Don’t you think you’d better, you know, take them off? So you can, er, spurt more freely?”

  Ty looked uncertain.

  “I shouldn’t take them off. In the state we’re in, being naked at the same time is a very bad idea.”

  “Just open your trousers then,” Ellina suggested. She didn’t admit it, but she liked the idea of his long, hard shaft being out in the open when he shot his load of seed—liked it a lot.

  Ty nodded at last.

  “As my Lady wishes,” he murmured. Reaching down, he unfastened the tab of his trousers and peeled the leather apart and down.

  Ellina looked down to see his massive shaft spring free. Gods and Goddesses, he was thick! She wondered if his cock would feel as good inside her as his fingers and tongue did.

  “Don’t think like that,” Ty growled hoarsely. “Don’t tempt me, Ellina—I’m begging you!”

  “I can’t help it,” she protested. “I’m still so hot. If you want me to stop, make me come,” she told him—almost ordered him. “And…make yourself come, too,” she added. “I want you to come too.”

  “As my Lady wishes,” Ty growled. Bending down, he wrapped his massive arms around her thighs and split her wide. Ellina barely had time to gasp as this new position made her feel even more vulnerable—even more hot and needy—before he was licking her again.

  He had started with long, slow laps of his tongue but now he was faster…hungrier. His tongue lashed her pussy, invading her sacred mouth one moment to taste her honey and then twirling maddeningly around and around her pleasure pearl, sending sparks of electrical desire through her entire body.

  The wire began tightening in her belly again and Ellina threw back her head and moaned. She arched her back until only her shoulder blades were against the couch, tilting her pelvis up, feeding the big Kindred her pussy as he lapped and tasted her eagerly. Through her link with the chewchies, she could feel his desire and hear how much he needed her, how much he loved her taste and scent and that he felt ready to explode because tasting her made him so hot…

  “Ty!” she gasped, bucking up to meet him as he lapped her. “More! There! Lick me right…there…”

  Gripping his hair, she pushed him to where she needed him so that his hot, wet tongue was bathing her swollen clit over and over and over.

  “There—lick me there, my Lan’Glaver!” she moaned.

  Ty obliged, rubbing the flat of his tongue over and over the sensitive little nubbin until at last, Ellina felt herself peaking, felt the silver wire snapping as she came—flooding her with more pleasure than she’d ever felt before.

  And that was because not all the pleasure was hers, she realized. Ty was coming too—long, deep spasms of pleasure were wracking his body even as he rode out her orgasm, his tongue still busy on her Goddess pearl. She looked down and caught a glimpse of his long, thick shaft spurting rope after rope of creamy white seed.

  Oh gods and goddesses, wish that was inside me! she thought deliriously. Wish he was filling me up with his seed…breeding me…

  “You’re supposed to stop thinking like that when you come—not think it even more!” Ty growled, looking up at her. “I can see you won’t be satisfied with a single orgasm.”

  “I…but…you…”

  Her protests ended in moans as he bent to lick her again, rubbing the flat of his tongue over her swollen clit once more. Ellina threaded her fingers through his hair and bucked up to meet him again.

  It seemed they weren’t done yet, not nearly…

  Thirty-Four

  Later, Ty didn’t know how long he’d spent with his face buried between her legs, lapping her sweet pussy and making her come for him again and again. Her honey flowed freely and he licked it up and coaxed her to make more. And every time she came, he came too—hard, hot spurts of seed that wracked him with pleasure with each spasm.

  And yet, he always seemed to want more and he felt that Ellina wanted more too.

  It was Tisa and Lor, of course. Until the two chewchies were finished with their first mating, he and Ellina wouldn’t be free of the overwhelming lust. But how long could the chewchies last?

  He had no idea but it seemed like forever.

  Despite the multiple orgasms they both experienced, the need never seemed to lessen. At times, it was all he could do to keep himself from rising off his knees and thrusting his shaft deeply into Ellina’s pussy instead of just using his tongue. Her moaning a
nd begging and the way she kept imagining him doing exactly that to her—helpfully relayed in vivid mental pictures straight from her mind from Lor to Tisa to Ty—nearly drove him insane with the need to bond her to him.

  But somehow he kept himself from taking her. And after an unknowable time, the lust at last began to abate.

  “Oh…” Ellina moaned at last, sagging against the couch. “Oh gods and goddesses, Ty. I feel exhausted…”

  “Me as well, little one,” he growled tiredly. Goddess, he loved going down on a willing female, but he’d never done a marathon session like this before! While it had lasted, the lust had consumed him—making him want to do anything to please her, anything to pleasure her.

  Anything for the Mistress, whispered a cynical little voice in his head. Isn’t that what you’re programmed to do—to feel? That you’ll do anything she wants and beg to do it again, no matter what it is?

  But that wasn’t fair, was it? It wasn’t as though he’d groveled and begged to serve her in any way she wanted…

  You called her “Mistress” though,” the little voice taunted. Better be careful, Ty—you’re fucking close to losing yourself in her—to losing your whole identity in the role of Body Slave, which is what you were made and trained to be.

  He tried to push the idea away but somehow it didn’t want to go.

  “That was…amazing.” Ellina’s soft, tired voice drew him out of his inner thoughts and he looked up to see her looking at him with love and hopefulness in her gaze. “I never knew I could feel such pleasure,” she told him. “It was even better than the last time when you, you know, only used your fingers on me.”

  “It was my pleasure, little one,” Ty said and meant it. He licked his lips, getting the last traces of her salty-sweet honey. “Gods, you taste so good.”

  “Is that all you did—just tasted her?” Tisa demanded in his head.

  Looking up, Ty saw his new chewchie was sitting on the back of the couch again. Lor was lying beside her, panting as though he’d run a marathon without stopping but Tisa looked as fresh and energetic as ever. She radiated a sense of immense satisfaction as she smugly groomed her tail.

  “That’s not your business, Tisa,” he growled, feeling irritated despite his love for the little creature. “And you need to be more careful. You and Lor nearly pushed Ellina and me into doing something we both would have regretted.”

  “Why would you regret it?” Tisa demanded, apparently completely unrepentant. “Why shouldn’t you breed her?”

  “It’s not that simple,” Ty said, frowning at his chewchie. “I am an off-worlder. Also, a Kindred can’t just ‘breed’ a female. Full, penetrative sex for us almost always results in an unbreakable soul-bond.”

  “It does?” Ellina looked at him, wide-eyed. “So if we…you know…you couldn’t, er, wouldn’t leave me?”

  “Of course you’re not going to leave her,” Tisa exclaimed. “She is your mate!”

  This was getting into very sticky territory indeed, Ty thought as he refastened his trousers.

  “You know,” he began carefully, speaking to Ellina, not Tisa. “This was meant to be a temporary assignment—I was only supposed to stay until your guards were trained and you were safe.”

  “But now you have me and I have Lor and Lor has Ellina and Ellina has you,” Tisa pointed out, not giving the Potentate a chance to answer. “So of course we have to stay.”

  Ty wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t say anything. But this seemed to be as good as an admission of guilt to his new chewchie.

  “Ty!” she exclaimed in his mind, sitting up straight on the back of the couch and glaring at him with her big, black eyes. “What are you thinking? You wouldn’t try to take me away from Lor, would you? You wouldn’t take away my mate and leave your own?”

  “Tisa, you don’t understand,” Ty began but the little chewchie was clearly upset.

  “You can’t do this to me!” she stormed inside his head. Ty winced at the strength of her mental voice and saw Ellina wince too. “You can’t! I waited for you for all those months—just for you—the Lan’Glaver. And the Lan’Glaver cannot leave his Potentate! He just can’t!”

  “Tisa, please!” he pleaded. “I have another career—I have other commitments I made long before you or Ellina came into my life.”

  “None as important as the ones you made to me and Lor and Ellina!” Tisa said accusingly. “There must be some other reason you don’t want to stay—I can tell there is!”

  Ty felt her poking at him, like someone with a key, poking around in the dark, trying to find a keyhole. In a moment she would discover his past—the shame of his manipulated DNA and early training which he preferred to keep walled away, even from himself—as much as he could, anyway.

  “Stop!” he roared. “Stop this, Tisa—you’re not old enough to understand but you can’t do this. You can’t just…force someone to give up his secrets.”

  He felt a sense of agreement and calm coming through the four-way link and realized it was Lor, agreeing with him.

  “Lor is telling Tisa that she must respect your privacy,” Ellina said quietly. “He is telling her that you have your own reasons for leaving.”

  “You know I have to go,” Ty protested. “We’re different species, Ellina. And even though the Kindred are genetic traders, our genes tend to dominate. At least they do for male Kindred offspring—which is what we mostly have because our genetic profile ensures that ninety-five percent of the children we father will be male. You don’t need a male child—you need a female with Sacred Blue skin to carry on your legacy. You need an heir.”

  “I understand.” She looked away. “I never asked you to stay.”

  “But I can feel you wanting it—through Tisa and Lor,” Ty said—which was true. He was seeing pictures of Ellina crying by herself from loneliness and grief over missing him. Clearly the image was coming from Lor and being relayed by Tisa.

  “I know you don’t think you could give me an heir,” Ellina said in a low voice. “But, well…what if someone else did…did that for me? Some noble who doesn’t care about anything but money? He could…could get me pregnant and then I would pay him off to just show up to state dinners and you could be the true consort and…” She trailed off, looking at him uncertainly. “Ty?”

  “Do you really think,” he said slowly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, “That I could sit by and let some other male impregnate you? Ellina, even the thought of you with another male makes me want to go into Rage! Kindred are extremely possessive—if another male so much as touches you, I’ll want to kill him!”

  “Listen to yourself—you want to stay,” Ellina protested. “You don’t want to see me with any other male! You don’t want anyone else to be my consort because you want to be my consort, Ty!”

  “But I can’t be!” he roared. “It’s fucking impossible!”

  Ellina recoiled from him, her eyes wide with fear at his sudden outburst.

  In that moment, Ty hated himself.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. Gods, how had everything gotten so complicated and messy so damn quickly? “Gods, little one—so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  “I’m not frightened of you.” Ellina was pulling her dress back on in quick, jerky motions. “Not a bit. But I think maybe it’s better if you left now.”

  “Yes—go away. That’s what you want to do, go away and leave us all alone,” Tisa said in his head. There was sorrow in her mental voice—sorrow and anger and hurt.

  “Tisa—” he said, reaching for her.

  But the little Sacred Blue chewchie was too quick for him. She whisked out of his grasp and ran to sit on the back of a chair. Then she turned, giving him her furry back.

  “Go away, Ty,” he heard her say in a tone that would have been filled with sobs if she had been human and speaking aloud. “Go away—I do not regard you.”

  And then he felt a kind of barrier come down inside his mind—a wall that Tis
a had suddenly placed there between them.

  Without his link to the little chewchie, he couldn’t hear or feel what Lor or Ellina were thinking or feeling either. But he didn’t need to—the hurt look on Ellina’s face said everything he needed to know.

  “I’ll go,” he said heavily, speaking to Ellina and Tisa both. “But you know I can’t leave Helios Beta until I’m certain the Potentate is safe. I must fulfill my mission.”

  “Of course you must.” Ellina looked down at her hands. “Fulfill your mission, Commander Ty’rial. Then you’ll be free to leave.”

  Her use of his formal title was like a sharp spike in his heart.

  “Ellina—” he began, beseechingly. But just at that moment there was a cursory knock on the door of the apartment and the door swung open.

  “What is it?” Ty snapped when one of the Chorkay guards put his head through. Thank goodness he and Ellina had put their clothes back on!

  “Forgive the intrusion, oh Goddess in the Flesh,” the guard said excitedly. “But they’ve found him!”

  “Found who?” Ellina asked, looking surprised. “Of whom are you speaking, guard?”

  “The assassin! Or would-be assassin, anyway!” the guard exclaimed. “The one who planned the attack on Your Majesty at the Grand Promenade! Lord Kikbax is holding him in the dungeon and he would like Your Majesty and the Lan’Glaver to come and witness the interrogation!”

  Thirty-Five

  Ellina couldn’t help the feeling of heaviness of sorrow which dogged her footsteps as she made her way to the dungeon—which was located several levels below the living quarters of the palace.

  She had known in her heart that Ty couldn’t stay with her and in fact, she’d been careful not to ask him to, while hoping he would ask her instead. Would it really be so wrong? So terrible if he was her consort? After all, the common people already loved him and accepted him as her Lan’Glaver. And after saving her in front of everyone at the Grand Promenade yesterday, the big Kindred could do no wrong. She was certain he would be accepted as her consort if she announced him that way.