She settled deeper into her slave’s lap for a moment and ground against him, moving her hips and, drawing another groan from his lips, before rising slowly and repositioning his shaft between her pussy lips as before. Only this time, Trin saw, the head of his cock was shiny and wet—clearly he had been to the root inside his mistress’s pussy just now and just as clearly Lady Needra didn’t mind at all. In fact, she had actually seemed to like it.
Goddess of Judgment, how can she like that? How can she enjoy allowing a male to penetrate her pussy? It’s sacrilege…blasphemy…it’s…why is it so hot in here? Trin fanned herself with one hand. Why did she feel so overheated and out of breath when all she’d been doing was standing there, watching with Thrace at her back? Speaking of hot, she could feel his big body like a line of heat down her spine.
“So,” Lady Needra said brightly, looking up at Trina and breaking her train of thought. “What are you waiting for? Sit down.”
“Oh, I can’t…I mean I couldn’t…” Trin began. Then, looking up for a moment, she caught the eye of Lady Malroth who was sitting at one end of the long table closest to her. Lady Malroth’s eyes flashed and she raised a goblet towards Trin and glared. Her meaning was clear. Do it or the deal is off.
“What is the trouble, my dear? Why are you still standing?” Lady Tam-tam’s voice made Trin look away from Lady Malroth. “Are you having trouble getting seated in your chair?”
“It’s just…as I told you, Thrace is my first body-slave…er, love-slave and I just can’t let him…”
“Penetrate you? Oh my no, of course not. Has that naughty Lady Needra shocked you with her little display?” Lady Tam-tam giggled and winked at the blonde mistress who waved her fingers and smiled back.
“Well…yes,” Trin said truthfully. In fact, what she’d just seen had been the single most pornographic display she had ever witnessed in her life. It should have revolted her and turned her stomach. Instead, she felt things low in her belly clench and tighten and her pussy felt wet and swollen with desire. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling like this? Why wasn’t she having the correct response to the graphic display she’d just witnessed?
“Well, don’t worry,” Lady Tam-tam said comfortingly. “Lady Needra just likes to be shocking—that’s why she’s one of my favorites, you know. She always has the first dreaming suite reserved for her anytime she comes to Dreaming Hills.”
“I see,” said Trin faintly, feeling out of her depth. If Lady Needra had gotten to be a favorite of their hostess by putting on such blatant shows, what hope had she that Lady Tam-tam would be content to watch her simply snuggle with Thrace tonight?
I ought to go right now. Ought to just leave.
But there was her crew to consider. If she didn’t make this sale, she wouldn’t be able to make the payment on her ship. And if she lost The Alacrity, she and all the rest of the people who depended on her would lose their livelihoods.
“Just sit right down on your slave’s lap and don’t be shy,” Lady Tam-tam urged. “I know you’re a first time mistress which makes the relationship between the two of you even more charming. But though he’s such a big brute of a male, I’m certain Thrace there won’t hurt you.”
“Lady Tam-tam is correct,” the big Havoc rumbled, looking up at Trin. “Come, Mistress—let me cradle your body with mine. You know I would never harm you.”
Of course he was simply putting on an act for Lady Tam-tam but the soft way he said the words and the gentle look in his eyes made Trin feel somehow better.
I can do this, she told herself. I can handle it.
“All…all right,” she said at last. Taking a deep breath, she started to settle herself in his lap.
“Wait!” Lady Needra said before Trin’s bare behind could make contact with the tented loincloth between his thighs. “You must remove that first.” She pointed at the black silk cloth. “Your slave must be bare to sit on a love seat with you or you can’t get a comfortable fit.”
“Oh, of course Needra is correct.” Lady Tam-tam nodded sagely. “Go on, my dear—raise the cloth,” she said to Thrace.
The big Havoc kept a completely blank look on his face as he lifted the black silk cloth aside. There were admiring murmurs from Lady Tam-tam and Lady Needra and even Trin bit her lip. She’s seen him before and felt him against her thighs the night before but he’d never seemed quite so huge as he did right now. Huge and throbbing and hard…and all because of her.
“There now—much better,” Lady Tam-tam chirped. “Now just settle yourself down onto him, my dear. And mind you don’t have an accident like naughty Lady Needra there.”
The blonde mistress giggled. “Oh, I don’t know—sometimes accidents are fun.”
No they’re not, Trin thought, feeling her cheeks heat again. Not that kind anyway. It’s wrong. Forbidden.
But why did her stomach feel so strange when she imagined letting the thick shaft rising from between Thrace’s thighs slide between her legs? Part her pussy lips and just…
No—stop it! Just sit down and try not to think about it! she ordered herself.
Feeling that she had no choice, she lowered herself carefully to the huge Havoc’s lap.
Thrace received her without comment and helped her get settled so that his thick shaft was poking out from between her thighs. Looking down and seeing its thickness pressing against the outside of her thin turquoise panties, Trin felt faint. Never had she ever expected to let a male’s equipment anywhere near her sex. And here she was, sitting with Thrace pressed against her so intimately only a thin wisp of lace separated them. She could actually feel the heat of his cock radiating against her pussy lips.
“No, that’s not right,” Lady Needra said before she could really get settled. “Remember I told you, you have to tuck him into your panties.”
“Lady Needra is right, of course.” Lady Tam-tam was watching them avidly. “Go on my dear, follow her instructions.”
“But I…” Trin cleared her throat. “I can’t—”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Thrace murmured for her ears alone. “I know how you feel about it. I promise I won’t penetrate you.”
“You’d better not,” Trin hissed back, keeping her voice low. “If you do I’ll cut off your shaft and feed it to you for last meal!”
He let out a low rumble of laughter.
“I’ll keep it in mind. You’ll remain one of the Unpenetrated.”
“Just hold still,” Trin told him. “And don’t move.”
With trembling fingers, she reached down and pulled the tiny string that connected to the bottom point of the triangle panties to one side. Then, grasping the thick, hot shaft in front of her, she slipped it inside her panties so that the club of his sex rested right against her bare pussy lips.
Trin bit her lower lip. Goddess, she couldn’t believe she was doing this! Thrace was much too long to be contained by her panties. The head and several inches of his shaft stuck up over the lacy top edge of the panties looking completely obscene, especially when it rubbed against her. She kept this area clean shaven so there was nothing to come between them. If only her inner pussy wasn’t already so swollen and drenched with her juices! Though she tried to hold still, she could feel herself parting, the sensitive bud of her clit pressing against his hot shaft though she didn’t want it to.
“Gods,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can feel how hot and wet you are.”
“I am not,” Trin denied although it was a blatant lie.
“You are,” he growled softly. “I can feel your honey coating my cock.”
“It isn’t!” she insisted defensively. “Be quiet and keep your fantasies to yourself!”
Rather than making him angry, her words seemed to worry him.
“Are you okay?” she heard him mutter. “Everything all right, Mistress?”