Instructing the Novice

by Evangeline Anderson

  Opening her eyes, she saw with some discomfort, that The Mistress Superior wasn’t the only one watching. Karx was sitting back on his heels, his dark eyes taking in the way Lone stayed between her legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy and watching the nectar leak from her breasts.

  “Lone,” she murmured, tapping him on the shoulder and trying to sit up. “Lone, I…I’m finished. I came. It’s all right—you can stop now.”

  At first he seemed extremely reluctant to stop but finally her tone seemed to get through to him.

  “Mistress?” He looked up at her, his gray eyes burning, his mouth shiny with her juices. In that hot gaze, Lizabeth thought she saw the Dark Twin side of his nature staring out at her again. “Gods, you taste so fucking good,” he growled. “Never want to stop eating your pussy.”

  “You can, ah, give me the kiss of pleasure again later,” Lizabeth promised him. “For now, we have to get ready for dinner.” She made herself look up at Mistress Verlandah. “Isn’t that right? It’s almost time for dinner and we need time to go back to our rooms and change.”

  Actually, what she was dying to do was to have Lone suck the nectar from her aching breasts and use the black sex toy on her again. Her pussy felt acutely empty after the intense orgasm he had given her. She needed to be filled!

  But Mistress Verlandah only grinned lazily at her.

  “Don’t worry about your clothing, my dear—I have banqueting garments to fit both you and your Novice here in my chambers. You’re putting on such an entertaining show—don’t stop now. Karx, here, is especially interested in the way your breasts appear to be leaking. In his culture, that’s a sign of increased fertility. Is it in yours as well?”

  “My lady’s breasts are none of your Goddess-damned business,” Lone growled, rising to stand protectively in front of Lizabeth and shield her from the other male’s gaze.

  “Hmm, he’s a possessive one, your Novice, isn’t he?” Mistress Verlandah remarked. “You know, Mistress Paige, when I brought the two of you here I thought to give him a lesson on how to be a proper slave or Novice. But it seems to me, he doesn’t have a problem acting his role. It’s you who’ve learned rather more about being a Mistress during our little session, I think. And maybe you learned a bit about yourself as well?”

  Lizabeth refused to dignify that question with an answer, although she was secretly wondering the same thing.

  “I thank you for the instruction but we really have to get ready for dinner,” she said firmly, peering around Lone’s broad back to speak to The Mistress Superior. “Could you please give us the clothing you spoke of so we can make our way to the banquet hall?”

  “Certainly. Karx—get the clothes.” Mistress Verlandah snapped her fingers. At once her Novice hopped up and went into the other room to fetch the clothing. He was only gone a minute but it gave Lizabeth ample time to wonder what had gotten into her, letting Lone go down on her like that, and also to feel how very miserable her full breasts and empty pussy were making her.

  After a moment Karx returned and handed the garments to Lone.

  “Thank you,” Lizabeth said. “Do you have a dressing room we can get dressed in?”

  “A dressing room? After the show you just put on?” Mistress Verlandah demanded incredulously. “Certainly not. You’re not ashamed of your body are you, Mistress Paige? No woman in the world who had swum in the cleansing pools need have any body shame.”

  “My Mistress simply does not want your Novice staring at her,” Lone growled. “Here, Mistress,” he added to Lizabeth. “I will shield you so you can change in privacy.”

  “Thank you, Lone.” Lizabeth nodded gratefully as he turned his broad back and crossed his arms over his chest, shielding her while she shimmied out of the nectar-stained white gown and into a black mesh one, much like the one she’d worn the night before. The difference was that this one had a deep V-neckline that showed the tops of her breasts. But since the rest of her was clearly visible through the black mesh, it hardly mattered.

  Her nipples were still leaking and her breasts ached fiercely. She could hardly wait to get out of there and find a little privacy to have Lone ease the fullness.

  Lone changed as well, when she was finished, putting on the tight black leather trousers with the mesh crotch. Then he turned to her.

  “Shall we go to the banquet hall, Mistress?”

  “I think that would be a good idea.” Lizabeth turned to the Mistress Superior. “Thank you for your, er, hospitality. I guess I’ll see you at dinner.”

  “All right but since I’m allowing you to leave my presence early, you had better be on time to the banquet tonight or you will regret it!” Mistress Verlandah pointed a finger at them. “I won’t tolerate tardiness on your part again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Lizabeth felt a rush of irritation at being treated like a naughty child late for school. It seemed to her that from the moment they had come to the Tower the Mistress Superior had been either berating, insulting, or manipulating them.

  If she hadn’t made me do it, I never would have gone so far over the line with Lone, she thought, though inside she knew that probably wasn’t the truth. The needing, as much as the protocols of the Tower, were to blame for her new and much-too-intimate relationship with her assistant.

  “Well, go on then. We’re right behind you.” Mistress Verlandah made a bored shooing gesture with one hand. “I just want one more orgasm before dinner. Karx,” she snapped at her Novice. “On your knees and service me now.”

  “Yes, my Lady.” The Friezen’s voice was thick with resentment but as they left the Mistress Superior’s chambers, he was already between her thighs lapping industriously at her pussy.

  Sixteen

  “Well that was an experience,” Lone murmured as soon as they were outside and the door to Mistress Verlandah’s chambers was securely shut.

  “Yes, it…it certainly was.” Lizabeth’s voice was low and strained. Lone frowned and leaned down to get a closer look at her.

  “Mistress, are you well?”

  “No!” Lizabeth exclaimed. She was keeping her voice low but the look in her eyes was intense. “I need…Lone, my breasts hurt.”

  Lone was instantly chagrinned. In the haste of getting away from the Mistress Superior, he had forgotten how his lady’s nipples were leaking which meant her breasts were full of nectar

  “Of course—the fullness. Forgive me,” he said swiftly. “Should we go back to our room before dinner then?”

  “I can’t wait until we get to our room.” Lizabeth’s face was white and strained. Clearly she was in a great deal of pain. “Please, Lone—I need help now.”

  “But the Mistress Superior and her Novice may be coming out at any moment,” Lone pointed out. “Depending on how long it takes her to, um, come to completion. You don’t want them to see us—see me sucking your sweet breasts, do you, Mistress?”

  “I almost don’t care if they see us,” Lizabeth moaned. “My breasts are so full it feels like they’re going to explode!”

  “I think you would care later, after you’d had time to regret it,” Lone said, frowning. Then he saw something at the end of the hallway and had an idea. “Here, Lizabeth—over here,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the vast tarp which covered a large portion of the wall.

  “What’s this?” she asked blankly, looking at the tarp.

  “Cover,” Lone said grimly. “Come on—let’s duck behind it and I’ll be able to service you without anyone knowing.”

  They got behind the stiff, rustling tarp and found there was plenty of room behind it because someone had hollowed out a large section of the wall that it was hiding. Lone had a moment to wonder who would do such a thing and why but then Lizabeth gave another little moan of pain which tugged at his heart.

  “Here, Mistress—let me help you,” he murmured. Luckily the black mesh gown the Mistress Superior had given Lizabeth to wear had a low neckline—low enough for him to simply pull it down,
out of the way so that he could get to her swollen breasts.

  He molded his lips around the step of her right nipple and sucked hard. As the first sweet gush of nectar filled his mouth, he heard Lizabeth give a little sigh of relief. A warm feeling rushed through him—a deep pleasure in being able to heal and help and pleasure her. Sucking her breasts wasn’t quite as intoxicating as eating her pussy, but it was still intensely pleasurable and Lone felt his shaft, which had never really gone down from earlier when he was lapping her wet folds, get rock-hard. He savored the sweet, deep ache of sexual need as he finished with her right breast and started on the left.

  “Lone…oh, Lone…” she whispered, her small, soft fingers carding restlessly through his hair as he bent to service her. “Mmm, your mouth on me feels so good.”

  He looked up, releasing her nipple for just a moment.

  “I’m glad, Mistress,” he murmured. “Glad to ease your pain and bring you pleasure.”

  “And…” Lizabeth hesitated a moment, her cheeks getting red. “And you really don’t mind? Sucking my breasts? And…and what I asked you to do back in Mistress Verlandah’s rooms?” She ducked her head as she asked the question, as though she couldn’t look at him while she asked it.

  “Do I mind?” Lone could scarcely believe the question. “Lizabeth, look at me,” he said seriously, lifting her chin so that they were eye-to-eye. “Going down on you—eating your sweet pussy—was one of the greatest sexual pleasures of my life. I’m not lying or exaggerating to make you feel better—I’m telling you the truth.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t understand. Maybe because my ex wasn’t…wasn’t that into it. But how could it be that great for you?”

  Lone wished he could explain it to her—the way he felt when he was between her legs. The way he wanted her orgasm the way he wanted his own next breath.

  “How could it not be wonderful for me?” he asked softly. “The feel of you pressing against me, tugging my hair to get me closer…the salty-sweet taste of your pussy…the soft little sounds of pleasure you make when you’re close to coming…” He shook his head. “Gods, I can’t imagine anything better.”

  “You’re amazing,” Lizabeth breathed and kissed him roughly.

  Lone returned the kiss with interest, feeding her the taste of herself and hearing her moan into his mouth as he stroked her tongue with his. At last, though, she pulled back.

  “Shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted. “We…we’ll regret it once we get back to the Mother Ship.”

  “Not me,” Lone told her. “The only thing I would regret is not being able to touch you and taste you anymore, Lizabeth.”

  “Oh…” She looked suddenly stricken but Lone only kissed her again and went back to her left breast, making her moan and gasp. Better that than hear her say again how they had to end things when they were done here at the Tower.

  Long before he finished with her, he saw her shifting her hips restlessly and she was nibbling her lower lip—a sure sign of discomfort and uncertainty. Clearly she was in need and debating with herself on whether she ought to ask for his help or not.

  “Is it the emptiness, Mistress?” he murmured, pulling back from her breast. “Do you need to be filled?”

  “Yes…” Lizabeth admitted. “God, yes. But we can’t—”

  Suddenly a door banged open and shut and footsteps sounded down the hall.

  “…very irritating,” Mistress Superior’s voice could be heard saying. “There’s something going on with those two. I don’t know what it is but I don’t like it.”

  “Maybe it’s time for Mistress Paige to visit Mistress Goldahh in the Meditation Grotto,” Karx’s rough voice suggested.

  “No, don’t be silly, Karx! That might arouse suspicion. And her fee is being paid by a third party—I don’t think it would be worth the risk.”

  “As you say, Mistress,” he growled. “Are you going to use the queening bench again this night?”

  “What else do I ever use, Karx? You think I would use the rocker and let your pathetic little cock inside me?” she sneered.

  There was a moment of strangled silence and then Karx snarled, “You wouldn’t dare to speak to me so if we were among my people instead of yours.”

  “But we are not among those ignorant wretches you call your people—the ones who won’t even accept you into their presence anymore because I’ve trained you to act as a proper male should.”

  “Have a care, Mistress. I am not like those other pathetic males you took as slaves in the past. I stay with you by choice.” Karx’s voice was full of malice and chronic anger. To Lone he sounded like a male on the edge—a volcano ready to blow. But Mistress Verlandah didn’t appear to notice the danger her Novice represented at all.

  “By choice?” she snorted derisively. “What choice do you have? It’s either the Tower or that frozen waste-land down below the mountains. Would you really want to go back to being a ‘gray-face’ even if they’d have you? No—of course you wouldn’t,” she snapped before he could answer. “So let’s have no more backtalk. Come—I want to get to the banquet hall and be certain those two are there on time.”

  “Wait.” Karx’s voice was very near now. “Did you see the tarp I put up over the treasure wall move?”

  Lone sucked in a breath silently and stood with his back flat to the cold stone wall. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lizabeth doing the same. Gods, if they were found out…if the Mistress Superior knew they’d been listening in on her conversation with Karx…

  “Don’t be foolish, Karx,” Mistress Verlandah snapped. “That’s just your guilty conscience talking. By the way, can you get any more gypsum-emeralds out of there? They fetched a pretty price the last time.”

  “No, the vein is all played out,” Karx growled. “I’ll have to start on another wall soon.”

  “We can’t do that,” Mistress Verlandah protested. “If you put tarps over all the walls leading to my chambers it will arouse suspicion!”

  “Well, what do you expect me to do, Mistress?” he demanded, his voice getting fainter as they walked further away. “Do you think I can pull gold and gems out of my—”

  But by then their voices had faded entirely and Lone let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

  “Whew!” Lizabeth shook her head. “There’s a lot to unpack there.”

  “And much of it has to do with us,” Lone pointed out. “Do you suppose it was you who they meant when they were talking about sending someone to the Meditation Grotto with Mistress Goldahh?”

  “I don’t know but I do know we’ll be in trouble if we’re late tonight,” Lizabeth scooted out from behind the tarp carefully and Lone did the same. “Do you think you can get us to the banquet hall from here pretty quickly?” she asked.

  Lone nodded. “There’s a corridor that Joren showed me the other day that runs right through the heart of the Tower—it leads everywhere.”

  “Let’s find it and go then,” Lizabeth said urgently. “I don’t want to give the Mistress Superior any reason to be mad at us.”

  “But what about your emptiness?” Lone protested. “Do you not need to be filled, Mistress?”

  “I’ll have to worry about it later.” Lizabeth’s face was set in lines of grim determination. “Come on, Lone—let’s go!”

  “As my lady wishes.” Taking her hand, Lone led her rapidly down the corridor, in search of the entrance to all-access passageway Joren had shown him. How they were going to deal with Lizabeth’s needing during the evening banquet he didn’t know—but he trusted her to have a plan. And right now they just needed to get there on time. “Come on,” he said, tugging her hand. “This way.”

  Without a word of protest, Lizabeth followed.

  Oh God, I can’t stand this! Lizabeth thought the emptiness inside had never been this bad before—not even the night before when Lone had serviced her with the long, thick phallus. She felt like she was dying—collapsing in on herself as the emptiness ate her from the in
side out. Yet she had to endure the entire evening meal and pretend nothing was wrong. And she doubted that the Mistress Superior, who she saw sweeping into the banquet hall this moment, would allow her and Lone to leave early again.

  Biting her lip, she surveyed the familiar stone hall with its many queening benches and a few rocking chairs set up. The Mistresses were already getting themselves arranged and she knew she and Lone would have to do the same.

  “My Lady Paige, I have a spot for you right here.” The voice of the guard beside her startled her out of her musings.

  “Oh, yes?” Turning, she saw that the man was pointing to one of the rocking-chair frames which Lone had been strapped into the night before.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said respectfully. “Is this to your liking?”

  “Thank you.” Lizabeth nodded. “Yes it is.”

  “Then I’ll have your Novice strapped into it at once,” the man said.

  “No need—I can manage,” Lone told him. He got settled into the chair and leaned down to buckle the leather straps over his legs. Then he motioned for Lizabeth. “My Lady? Are you ready to sit?”

  For a moment, Lizabeth’s eyes were fixed on the hard shaft straining against the black mesh at his crotch. God, he was so big and thick…she could just imagine that shaft sliding deep inside her, filling her up, easing the awful emptiness that filled her like a well of black water…

  “Mistress?” Lone asked again and she realized she was just standing there, staring.

  “Um…yes. Yes, I am. Thank you, Lone,” she said quickly.

  This time she knew better than to try to sit on his knees. Carefully, she perched herself on his lap, taking care to sit well back so that her ass was directly over the thick, straining shaft.

  The moment she positioned herself, she felt the mesh between them melt away and the heated ridge of his cock was rubbing against her bare pussy—which was extremely wet from all his earlier attention. This time instead of just seeing, she could feel how big he was against her—could feel how well he would fill her up. It was like offering food to a starving man but only letting him smell it, Lizabeth thought miserably. Like offering a cool drink of water to a woman dying of thirst but only allowing her one drop. It was torture.