Slowly, he nodded. “It would be the fastest way to help you feel better.”
“No.” Trin closed her thighs though it made her swollen pussy ache sharply. “I don’t…don’t want you to do that. I don’t feel…comfortable with that.”
“I kissed you there when I was offering you obeisance,” he pointed out.
“That’s not the same thing,” she said stubbornly. “You only kissed me. You didn’t…didn’t spread me open and…and lick me.”
“What’s the matter?” he asked softly. “Is licking too much like penetration?”
“It’s close,” Trin admitted, dropping her eyes. “Closer than I want to get.”
“All right.” he sighed. “What if I licked my fingers and touched you with them? Would that be all right? As long as I promise not to penetrate you with them?”
“I…guess so.” Trin didn’t know what else to do.
“You know, my tongue is a hell of a lot softer than my fingers,” he pointed out.
“I know.” Trin nodded. “But I just…feel more comfortable this way.”
“You may change your mind in a minute,” he murmured. “Remember I told you last night that sometimes something can feel so good it’s almost painful?”
Trin bit her lip. “Yes…”
“Well, I’m afraid this might be one of those situations. This is going to be intense.”
“All right.” She nodded again. “I understand. Just…just do it.”
Without another word, he sucked two fingers into his mouth and got them wet. Then he reached between her thighs and touched her inner folds very lightly.
“Oh!” It was, as he had promised, extremely intense. But Trin found she could bear it, despite the powerful pleasure his touch brought her. “Goddess, Thrace,” she moaned, gripping his broad, bare shoulders. “That’s good…so good.”
“I’m glad, baby.” His voice was a soft, deep growl and his eyes were half-lidded as he stroked gently, circling her swollen clit carefully. “Glad you like it when I pet your soft little pussy. Do you need me to suck your nipples some more while I do?”
Her nipples seemed less red and her breasts felt almost back to normal. But Trin couldn’t help remembering the intense pleasure she’d gotten from the hard, steady suckling of his big mouth on her full breasts.
Goddess, shouldn’t do this…really shouldn’t do this…
“Yes,” she whispered, knowing she shouldn’t. “Yes, please, Thrace.”
“My pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured. Then, bending towards her once more, he sucked one tight nub into his mouth as his fingers continued to fly lightly over her clit.
Trin felt a wave of pleasure cresting inside her—a great rush of sensation poised on the brink of crashing down and drowning her in its intensity.
A male—a male is touching you! Is about to make you come! whispered a judgmental little voice in her brain. This is wrong! You should be punished for such blasphemy!
She knew she ought to care but she didn’t—she couldn’t. All she wanted was to feel the big Havoc’s mouth and hands on her forever. All she wanted was to come for him as he touched her.
Then, suddenly, she was. With a low wail, she reached for Thrace, threading her fingers through his hair and bucking against his hand and mouth as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.
“Goddess,” she moaned aloud, unable to help herself, unable to shut up. “Oh please, yes, Thrace!…so good…please!”
Thrace redoubled his efforts, sucking her other nipple into his mouth and rubbing her spread pussy while she cried and gasped his name. The pleasure seemed to go on and on until Trin almost felt like she was drowning in it. But then, slowly, the tidal wave of sensation began to ebb and she found she was able to catch her breath.
“Goddess!” she whispered, panting, and slumped against him, her head resting on his broad shoulder.
Thrace stopped touching her but he kept his hand on her, cupped protectively over her open pussy.
“All right, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “All better now?”
“Much.” Trin took a deep breath and straightened up. Looking down, she took stock of herself—completely naked and spent, sitting on the counter with her legs spread and Thrace standing between her thighs, cupping her pussy. Well, at least everything was back to the normal color but she still couldn’t believe what she’d just allowed to happen.
Goddess, what did I do? Now that the heat of passion was relieved, she felt a surge of embarrassment for what she’d just done. Embarrassment and shame.
She sat up and tried to pull away from him but Thrace seemed to sense her mood.
“Hey…” He caught her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…I shouldn’t have done that.” Trin moved away from his hand. “Shouldn’t have let you…do that to me.”
“Do what? Suck you?” He motioned at her breasts where her nipples were still tight with the pleasure he’d given her.
“Not just that.” She moved to get away from his big hand cupping her pussy and he let her.
“You feel like you shouldn’t have let me ease your pain? Your need? Why the hell not?” he demanded softly.
“You know why not.” Trin looked away. “I’m really tired. I want to go to bed now.”
“Not until we talk about this,” Thrace growled. “You were in pain…in need and I helped you out. I served you as a good love-slave should.” He tried to catch her eyes. “What’s so wrong with that?”
“You know how I feel…what I believe.” Trin sighed. “Or what I was raised to believe, anyway.”
“Yes, but do you still believe it? Do you still think males are animals—lower life forms?”
“You know I don’t!” she exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant!”
“But you still think it’s wrong to be with one. To love one.”
Trin looked up at him uncertainly.
“Who said anything about love?”
“Forget it.” He frowned and shook his head. “My point is, we didn’t do anything wrong. You needed help and I helped you. Nobody, not even the strictest priestess of your Goddess could expect you to incur permanent physical damage just because the only way to avoid it was letting a male help you. Am I right?”
“I…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know. You don’t know how strongly they feel about this kind of thing. About letting a male…”
“But that’s them and this is you,” he rumbled impatiently. “What are you ashamed of? Do you feel like allowing me to touch you lowered you in some way? Impaired your dignity as a female?”
“No, I—”
“I didn’t penetrate you,” he pointed out softly. “Gods know I wanted to badly enough—wanted to put my tongue deep in your wet little pussy and taste you to the core. But I didn’t, Trin. I would never do that without your permission.”
“I know.” His words brought vivid images to her mind, pictures of the big Havoc kneeling between her thighs, spreading her wide to lick and kiss and penetrate her with his tongue…No, she told herself. No, stop thinking about that! It’s wrong!
But was it? Was what they had done together that night really so bad? Suddenly Trin realized she was getting tired of listening to the judgmental little voice in her head. She wasn’t a child anymore, to be shamed by the priestesses’ rhetoric. She was certain if she’d allowed Thrace to penetrate her with his shaft she would have felt wrong…dirty… maybe even in danger of damnation—at least according to her childhood beliefs. But as he pointed out, he hadn’t done that. He hadn’t even penetrated her with his tongue or fingers. All he’d done was ease the pressure in her breasts.
And he rubbed your pussy until you came all over his hand. Don’t forget about that, whispered that nasty little voice again.
Trin took a deep breath and made the decision to ignore it. What good would it do to make herself miserable about something which had been necessary…something which was over and done with? The thing to do was to move on and swear to keep herself under control in the future.
“Finished thinking it over?” Thrace rumbled and Trin realized she’d been sitting there, staring down at her hands and mulling things over for a solid couple of minutes.