Honestly, nothing she was saying or doing right now would be considered proper behavior for a respected daughter of Zetta Prime, especially one of the Unpenetrated, but Trin couldn’t help it. Thrace’s warm scent all around her and his big, hard body pressed to her back seemed to do things to her…things that had never been done by anyone until now. Besides, maybe this would finally get rid of the lingering effects of the passion berries. That seemed like a good, valid reason for doing as he suggested. At least, she thought so.
“All right,” she whispered at last. Almost without thinking about it, she allowed the hand holding the remote to relax and let it go. Then she slipped her fingers down between her thighs and cupped her mound. “Tell me more,” she whispered.
“First tell me if you’re touching yourself,” Thrace rumbled. “Tell me if you’re spreading open your soft little pussy and petting your sweet, wet inner cunt.”
“Y-yes,” Trin stammered as her fingers found their way between her swollen pussy lips. “Yes, I am.”
“And does it feel good, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Are you stroking your sweet little clit? Are you imagining me between your thighs licking you there? Running my tongue all over your pussy?”
“I…I am now,” Trin confessed. Dear Goddess, what was she doing? There was a little voice far back in her head now screaming that this was wrong, that no matter how badly she needed to get warm this was not the way to go about it but Trin couldn’t seem to make herself care or listen to the shrill little pest.
“That’s good,” Thrace growled softly. “Spread your pussy wide and imagine it’s me. Imagine I’m tasting you there, tracing your clit with my tongue, licking up your sweet juices.”
“How…how do you know they’d be sweet?” Trin could barely talk. Her fingers flew between her legs, stroking lightly around her clit as she pictured the acts he was describing. What would it feel like to have the big Havoc’s tongue between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her wide as he tasted her the way he seemed so desperately to want to do?
“I know it’d be sweet because of your scent,” Thrace growled. “I can tell how hot and wet you’re getting just by sniffing the air. And that warm, sweet perfume your pussy puts out when you’re hot is so fucking delicious I could come just from scenting it.”
Trin didn’t know what to say to that. But her fingers kept flying between her thighs and her pleasure was close—she was right on the edge and about to jump off. Thrace seemed to sense that somehow.
“Are you close, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Close to coming for me?
“Y-yes,” Trin couldn’t help admitting. “I am close. So close…”
“Good.” Thrace pulled her even closer and nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. “Because I want to hold you while you lose control—want to feel you quiver against me. Even if I can’t be the one to make you come, I want to feel it.”
“I am,” Trin gasped as her pleasure suddenly peaked. “I can’t help it…I…I’m coming.”
And then the pleasure was washing over her, overwhelming her as, for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to orgasm with another person.
Thrace held her tight as she shook and moaned helplessly, her fingers thrust between her thighs as she rode out the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Then, slowly, she began to come back to herself.
“Oh my Goddess,” she whispered shakily. “This is wrong. What am I doing?”
“Just helping yourself a little,” Thrace rumbled reassuringly. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“A lot of people would disagree with you,” Trin said tartly. “The priestesses at my old temple to start with.” The only good thing about the shameful thing she’d done was that she now appeared to be completely warm. She pulled away from Trace and took a deep breath. “Maybe…maybe you should go back to your place,” she said. She tried to make her voice hard and frosty but it came out shaky instead.
“Maybe I should. But first…” Reaching around her, he grasped her forearm and pulled her hand out from beneath the thermal blankets.
Trin gasped with embarrassment as she saw her juices gleaming in the faint light from the floor glows which stayed on in the corners to prevent midnight accidents.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Cleaning you up, Mistress.” Slowly he slipped her two fingers between his lips and sucked them into his hot mouth. He licked them both, cleaning away her honey and holding her eyes with his own as he did so.
Trin stared at him uncertainly as her stomach did a slow flip-flop and she felt another surge of wetness between her legs. Goddess, what was he doing to her and how was he doing it? How could he affect her so strongly when he was a male?
“Just as I thought,” he murmured when he finally released her fingers. “Delicious. Wish I could lick your sweet pussy clean the same way.”
“Thrace!” she exclaimed, her cheeks burning. “You know that wouldn’t be right!”
“Maybe not but it would be fucking hot.” His eyes burned. “Good night, Mistress.” He gave her a slow smile she could see even in the dim room. Then he slipped out of her bed and went to lie on the floor where he had started the night.
Heart pounding, Trin looked at her freshly cleaned fingers, feeling a strange mixture of shame and desire. She’d never had such a strong reaction to anyone, male or female, in her life. What had he done to her and how had he done it?
Well, whatever he did, it can’t happen again, she told herself sternly. From now on I must be in complete and total control of myself.
With that promise to herself, she rolled over and tried to get to sleep. But even though she was now warm through and through, sleep was a long time coming.
Chapter Fourteen
Trin made a small noise in her sleep and rolled over.
Thrace looked up from his chair in front of the viewscreen and cast a glance in her direction. Was she waking up? It was about time—they were about to enter Yonnie Six airspace in an hour, as the navigator had called to say. Thrace hated to wake her up from her slumber but it was time they got up and started getting ready to go.
“Mmmph.” She rolled over again.
Thrace bookmarked the search he’d been doing on the duties of a body-slave on Yonnie Six and the Landra-Rey Celebration in particular and went to her bedside.
“Mistress?” he murmured. “Miss—”
The words died on his lips as Trin, apparently a very restless sleeper, rolled over again. The motion pushed the blankets down around her thighs and revealed that the thin nightdress she wore was pushed up around her waist. The tiny pair of panties she wore was riding high. The thin crotch had slipped up between her plump pussy lips and the top of her dress was stretched tight across her full breasts and berry dark nipples.
Gods! Thrace knew he shouldn’t look—it was disrespectful and wrong. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her creamy brown skin and her full curves. She was like no female he had ever seen before and he longed to stroke all her exposed flesh and make her moan and come as she had last night.
Of course, last night was about the passion berry residue, he reminded himself. Trin was doubtless never going to want to repeat it…which was why she was going to be very unhappy about some of the things his viewscreen searches had turned up.
She was a strange mixture, he reflected. On one hand she was a self assured female, the captain of a star ship and a very competent leader. On the other, she was a virgin, having never actually been with anyone, even one of her own sex as was usual for her people. And she still seemed completely tied to the ideas she’d grown up with which was going to be a problem in the near future unless he was very much mistaken.
“Mistress?” he said again and cleared his throat.
“What?” Trin’s eyes flew open and she looked up at him and then down at herself. “What…what’s going on?” She began trying to straighten her night dress hastily. “I had the strangest dreams.”