Instructing the Novice

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Oh, all right.” Quickly Lizabeth fished in the pot with the silver prongie. She finally managed to stab the lumpy root and bring it, dripping, up from the pot.

  It was scarcely less dirty than when it had gone into the broth but now she could see its true color at least—an unappetizing mottled grayish-purple. Lizabeth reminded herself grimly that mushrooms were gray too and she loved those. What was this, after all, but a kind of alien mushroom? She should just eat it and get it over with.

  Reluctantly, she brought the dripping root to her nose and took a whiff. A strong odor of rotten fish, ripe garbage, and the unmistakable scent of cow shit drifted up to her.

  “Ugh!” she exclaimed involuntarily, pulling her face away.

  “Oh yes, Pyrnig can have a rather pungent aroma,” Mistress Gettsum remarked, watching Lizabeth’s reaction. “That’s the twig-twig dung it’s grown in. But the flavor is spectacular.”

  “Excuse me—dung? Did you say it’s grown in dung?” Lizabeth looked down at the dirt-streaked, lumpy root at the end of her prongie in disbelief. So that black stuff on it wasn’t dirt after all.

  “Yes, of course!” Mistress Gettsum nodded eagerly. “It’s more than half the flavor—that’s why you don’t want to overcook it and wash it all off. Well, go on—take a bite and try it.”

  She was watching closely and so, Lizabeth saw, were several other mistresses, including the Mistress Superior herself. Oh God, was she really going to have to do this? Was she going to have to put dung-covered alien fungus in her mouth?

  I can’t, she thought, feeling sick even as she brought the Pyrnig closer to her mouth. Even if it means getting kicked out of here I just can’t do this!

  But it looked like she had no choice.

  Just as she was about to open her mouth, Lone wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust up against her, shaking her entire body so much that the silver prongie and the gnarled, dirty root it held were knocked from her hand and onto the floor.

  “Oh!” Lizabeth gasped as he did it again…and then again.

  “Oh my—your naughty Novice!” Mistress Gettsum giggled. “Did he choose that exact moment to start fucking you really hard? My Ogie likes to surprise me like that sometimes too.”

  “I…he…” Seeing that everyone was still watching her and there was no better explanation, Lizabeth decided to go with it. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, he did. Oh!”

  “Mistress,” Lone growled in her ear and thrust up against her again. As he spoke, he pulled her back into his lap so that she was sitting at more of an angle to him. The new position forced Lizabeth forward and opened her thighs. In short order she found that instead of just pressing against her ass, the thick base of his shaft was pressing against her bare pussy. She gave an involuntary moan as Lone thrust against her again and she felt his thickness part her pussy lips and rub against her throbbing clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Lone!”

  “Don’t fight it, Lizabeth,” he murmured in her ear. “Just pretend you’re riding me. In a moment we can both ‘come’ and then you can dump all those things in the pot and pretend you ate them.”

  It was a better plan than Lizabeth had been able to come up with. Though it was extremely embarrassing to simulate fucking her assistant in front of a roomful of strangers, it still beat eating the horrible Pyrnig fungus.

  Not that she had to pretend about the pleasure he was giving her.

  “Oh!” she moaned again as Lone thrust up again, his thickness sliding against her throbbing pussy, which was now spread wide so that she could feel every stroke of his long, hard cock against her sensitive clit. She ached with emptiness but there was a sudden fullness elsewhere. With an embarrassed gasp, she realized her breasts were filling with nectar again as the needing hit her full-force.

  “Lone,” she managed to gasp. “My…my breasts…”

  “Mistress?” he made the title a question but the next moment his big, warm hands found their way up to her full mounds, which were now pressing hard against the black mesh dress. He cupped her breasts, her aching nipples nestled in his palms as he thrust again. “The needing,” Lizabeth heard him mutter. “It’s on you, isn’t it?”

  All she could do was moan. She wasn’t sure if having her pussy stimulated was the reason for the sudden attack or not—all she knew was that her breasts were full and aching and the emptiness inside her was almost unbearable.

  Suddenly all the reasons she’d given herself for why she couldn’t fuck her assistant seemed to go straight out the window. She had never felt the emptiness this strongly—it felt like a black hole had opened inside her and she would die if it wasn’t filled—if her pussy wasn’t filled with his cock.

  “Lone, please,” she managed to gasp as he continued to thrust against her, simulating long, slow strokes. “Can’t…can’t stand it. Need…need you inside me. Please.”

  She had expected that he would jump at the chance to take her for real. He had sworn that he wouldn’t enter her with his shaft unless she asked him to and here she was, practically begging. But instead of taking advantage of her need, Lone stopped what he was doing and reached between them.

  “Lone?” she managed to gasp. “What…what are you doing?”

  “Freeing myself from this damn chair,” he growled and she heard the jingle of the metal buckles as he unstrapped himself. “You’re in need and I’ll be damned if I satisfy you for real in front of all these people.”

  Before she could answer, Lone had risen from the chair, holding her cradled securely in his strong arms.

  “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” Mistress Verlandah demanded, glaring up at him.

  “I’m taking my Mistress back to our rooms,” Lone growled. “She needs deeper and more intimate attention than I can give her here.”

  “But dinner isn’t over yet!” the Mistress Superior protested, frowning disapprovingly.

  “Let them go, Verlandah,” Mistress Anarrah said, smiling from her place beside the Mistress Superior. “Isn’t it clear they’re in love and can’t get enough of each other?” She looked up at Lone. “I’ll send Joren to your rooms tomorrow morning to give you and your Mistress directions to my classroom.”

  Lone nodded at her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  Then he carried Lizabeth out of the banquet hall and down the long stone corridor that led to their room.

  Twelve

  He’ll do it now—I’m sure he will, Lizabeth thought deliriously as Lone kicked the heavy wooden door closed and laid her down on the large, canopied bed. She knew they shouldn’t be doing this—knew they would be crossing a line both personally and professionally that they could never come back from. But somehow she couldn’t stop—the needing had never been this bad before. She felt like she was going to die if he didn’t fill her soon.

  “Lone,” she begged brokenly, knowing she would hate herself later but unable to help herself. “Lone, please, I need you.”

  He knelt over her on the bed but made no move to take her.

  “No, you don’t. Or at least, you do need me but you don’t want me.”

  “What?” Lizabeth’s thought process was blurry—clouded by lust. She looked up at him in confusion. “What…what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that I’m going to keep my promise to you, Lizabeth,” he said grimly. Then he leaned over her and ripped open the black mesh dress, baring her overfull breasts.

  “Lone!” she gasped, uncomprehending. “I don’t understand. I thought you said—”

  “I meant everything I said,” he growled. “I’m going to give you what you need but I’m not going to put my shaft inside you. I won’t do that until you ask me to because you want me to—not just because the needing is on you.”

  “But I need to be filled!” Lizabeth nearly begged. “Especially if…if you suck my breasts again. As the fullness gets less, the need to be…to be…”

  “To be fucked?” Lone’s deep voice was harsh. “Does the need to be fuck
ed become almost unbearable as I suck your sweet breasts, Mistress?”

  “Yes.” Lizabeth couldn’t help the mixture of shame and need in her voice. “Yes, it…it does,” she confessed softly. “Please, Lone…”

  “I’m going to give you what you need,” he promised her again. He reached under one of the large, puffy pillows on the bed and pulled something out that made Lizabeth gasp.

  “What…how…” She couldn’t get the words out. What he was holding was a long, flexible black shaft. It was made of some shiny, metallic material and it looked like… “Is…is that a…?”

  “It’s a phallus. I got it from Joren earlier,” he explained. “Apparently the Tower keeps a supply of new, never-used toys like this one in case a Novice’s shaft isn’t large enough to satisfy his Mistress’s needs.”

  Lizabeth bit her lip. She knew for a fact that the long black shaft he held in his hand wasn’t nearly as big as the one between his legs. But he was prepared to use the fake phallus on her in order to keep her from feeling regret later. The realization of his truly unselfish wish to help her seemed to open something inside her.

  “Lone,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Thank you for being so sweet. But please, I need…need you so much.”

  “I told you, sweetheart—I’m going to give you everything you need,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed with her. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Spread your legs for me now—let me see how well this fits inside you.”

  “All right,” Lizabeth whispered. The black mesh dress was in shreds and tatters from the way he had ripped it earlier so when she opened her thighs for him there was nothing in the way of the toy.

  “Slowly,” Lone murmured. Wrapping one arm around her, he slid the shiny, bulbous head—which was surprisingly warm—against her inner pussy.

  Lizabeth whimpered and spread wider. She shifted her hips upward, trying to capture the black shaft inside her entrance, desperate to feel its length filling her.

  “Slowly,” Lone cautioned again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lizabeth.”

  She could have cried with impatience but he was holding her firmly against him and Lizabeth found she had no choice than to lie back in his arms and let him take his time penetrating her.

  At last she felt the bulbous head slide into her pussy and then, still watching her closely for signs of distress, Lone began sliding the rest of the long, thick shaft inside her.

  “All right?” he asked softly as he filled her. “Is it too thick, sweetheart? Your pussy looks extremely tight.”

  “It’s big but it feels…feels good,” she whispered breathlessly. Though not as good as his own shaft would have felt, she was certain. There was a part of her that cried out for the real thing but she pushed it away ruthlessly.

  “Going to push it deeper then—all the way inside you,” Lone murmured. “Going to fill you up, Lizabeth.”

  “Please…” She nodded. “Yes, please…please, do!”

  She moaned as inch after thick inch of the shiny black phallus entered her tightly-stretched pussy. God, it felt good! Finally her aching inner muscles had something to grip. She felt her channel contracting hard around the thick invader, trying to draw it even deeper into her.

  “Gods, your little pussy is taking everything I give you.” Lone’s deep voice sounded thick with lust. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Lizabeth? How incredibly fucking gorgeous I find you?”

  “I…no,” she gasped.

  “No, of course I haven’t—because that’s not the kind of relationship we have,” he murmured. “But it’s true. And I’ve wanted to tell you from the moment we met.”

  “You…you have?” Lizabeth could barely believe him. Was he saying he’d been infatuated with her from the moment of their first meeting? Well, maybe he was just talking to keep her in the moment. But at this point with the needing so strong inside her, she hardly needed any encouragement to keep going.

  Finally she felt the thick head of the phallus kiss the end of her channel, pressing hard against her as it stretched her inner walls.

  “There you are, sweetheart,” Lone murmured, looking into her eyes. “All the way inside you now—deep in your tight little pussy.”

  “I feel it. Oh Lone, that feels so good.” She bucked her hips up and moaned when the thick phallus pushed just a little deeper.

  “I told you I’d give you what you need,” he murmured. “I had heard from several unmated females that the breast fullness often accompanies the emptiness. But I want you to know, Lizabeth—I’ll only do what’s necessary to help you ease the needing.”

  “Meaning…what?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Meaning that I’m happy to slide the phallus inside you so your little pussy has something to hold on to while I suck out your nectar,” Lone told her. “But I won’t fuck you with it, Lizabeth. Won’t thrust it in and out of your pussy and make you come unless you need me to.”

  Lizabeth bit her lip. She appreciated that he was trying to let her keep her dignity as much as possible but at that moment, she wanted nothing so much as to be fucked within an inch of her life. Still, it would be less embarrassing to just lie there with the phallus inside her while Lone sucked her breasts, rather than gasping and moaning and riding the long black shaft while Lone fucked it in and out of her open pussy…

  “Please,” she whispered. “My breasts…they hurt.”

  “I know they do, Mistress,” Lone murmured. “Just relax—I’m going to take care of you.”

  He lowered his head and captured one of her tight, aching nipples in his mouth and sucked long and hard.

  Lizabeth gasped and arched upward, pressing her breasts to his mouth eagerly. This time she couldn’t deny her need or feel angry with Lone for giving her what she so desperately craved. Her body didn’t seem to know or care that he was her assistant and way too young for her. It only knew what it needed and right now Lone was giving it to her.

  She could feel her inner pussy muscles gripping the long, hard shaft that filled her as Lone sucked her breasts. God, it felt good! And yet…somehow she needed more. Lizabeth shifted her hips restlessly, moving the phallus inside her. That was a little better, but it still wasn’t quite enough.

  Lone must have heard the small, frustrated noises she was making because he stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at her, his gray eyes dilated with lust until the irises were barely a thin silver ring around the bottomless black pupils.

  “What is it, Lizabeth?” he murmured. “What do you need?”

  Lizabeth bit her lip with shame. God, it was so embarrassing to ask for this—to ask for more. But the needing drove her to it.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I need…need more."

  “What’s wrong?” he murmured, searching her eyes with his own. “Not enough for you? Do you need me to go deeper? Need me to thrust in your tight little pussy until you come for me? Is that what you need, Mistress?”

  Lizabeth couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Yes!” she moaned, shifting her hips again. “God, yes Lone! Please.”

  “All right,” he murmured, staring at her intently. “But on one condition—you have to look in my eyes while I do it. I want to watch you, Lizabeth—want to watch you while I fuck you with the shaft and make you come for me.”

  His hot, naughty words took her completely off guard. Who would have thought her mild-mannered assistant had it in him to talk so dirty? Then again, the old Lone seemed to have been left behind on the Mother Ship. This new Lone was apparently up for anything—including fucking her to orgasm with a thick sex toy while he talked dirty to her.

  “All…all right,” Lizabeth gasped, hardly believing she was agreeing to this. But God, she needed it so much.

  “Good.” Lone settled her more comfortably in the crook of his arm and looked down into her face, his eyes filled with desire. “Gods, you’re lovely like this—all open and hot in my arms,” he murmured. “Love to touch you, Lizabeth. Love to give you pleasure,
my Mistress.”

  Lizabeth wasn’t sure how to answer that but just then he drew the thick phallus almost all the way out of her and then thrust in again—hard.

  She gasped, her hips coming right off the bed as she opened herself for the deep penetration.

  “That’s right, Lizabeth,” he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. “That’s right, sweetheart. Just open yourself for me—open up and let me fuck you.”

  She moaned breathlessly again and did as he said, spreading her thighs wide as he worked her hard with the black phallus, looking into her eyes the whole time.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking gorgeous I can’t stop looking at you, sweetheart. Look at how tight your little pussy is—look at how it’s all stretched around the phallus, so tight and hot and wet…”

  “Oh, Lone,” she gasped, pressing up to meet his thrusts. “Can’t…can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

  “Why?” His voice was a soft growl. “You have a need and I’m helping you fill it. What’s so wrong with that?”

  “You…you’re..” But Lizabeth couldn’t go on. She was too close to the edge—too close to one of the most intense orgasms of her life. “Lone,” she moaned again. “Oh, please…So close. I think I’m going to…going to…”

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured hungrily as he continued to pump her pussy with the thick toy. “That’s right—come for me. Come right here in my arms while I fuck you. Gods, I’ve dreamed about making you come for so long…”

  Suddenly it was too much. Lizabeth threw back her head and moaned as she felt her inner muscles tighten around the invading shaft. Lone pressed it deep inside her—all the way to the end of her channel and she couldn’t help wishing that it was his cock instead. She wondered what it would feel like to have him inside her, pressing in long and hard as he filled her up…spurting inside her, filling her with his seed…

  The illicit fantasy seemed to make her orgasm even stronger. She cried out and gripped at Lone’s broad shoulders as the pleasure rolled through her, taking her breath away, making her helpless in his arms as he held her. It seemed to go on and on and on—a single sharp, sweet note that played through her entire body—until at last she collapsed, panting and spent.