Thrace had told her not to come but she couldn’t help herself—she was going to go over the edge. She could feel the orgasm coming, rising from inside her, waiting to crash over her in a hungry wave of sensation.
But just as she felt she was nearly at the edge of no return, he pulled his tongue away from her hungry clit and looked up at her.
“Now you’re ready,” he murmured. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he split her even wider and leaned down to thrust his tongue deep into her soft, unprotected pussy entrance.
“Ahhh!” Trin gasped aloud as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide into her. With one swift move, he had penetrated her almost to the core and yet, she felt no pain—none at all. There was only the pleasure of feeling him inside her. Amazed at the sensation, she bucked up against him, helping him as he tongue-fucked her as deeply as he could, thrusting hard into her aching core.
Goddess, it felt amazing. Nothing like what she’d been warned would happen if she ever allowed herself to be penetrated. There was no pain at all. True, she was a little tight and uncertain at first but as he licked her deeper and deeper, she felt herself begin to loosen up, to open to him and give him greater access to her most hidden and intimate places.
Thrace must have felt it too because he drew back yet again and looked up at her.
“Fingers now,” he murmured, holding up one large hand. “Just one to start with and then one more if you can tolerate it, baby. All right?”
“All right.” She was no longer Unpenetrated, Trin told herself. It should be all right to let him put his fingers inside her as well as his tongue. Although they did look awfully thick…
“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured, obviously reading the uncertainty on her face. “I licked you nice and deep—you’ll be able to open now.”
Trin decided to trust him.
“Okay,” she whispered, making an effort to relax. “Go ahead. Just…go slow.”
“Always, baby,” he reassured her in a low rumble. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Then he leaned down to lick and sucked her clit again. At the same time, Trin felt his fingertip teasing gently around her entrance, just as his tongue had earlier. She moaned softly as it slipped inside her, just a little way at first and then deeper, as he searched for the end of her channel. She relaxed when she realized she felt no pain and she barely even gasped when he slipped a second finger in, filling her tight sheath in a way it had never been filled before.
“All right, baby?” Thrace asked, looking up from his licking as he fucked gently in and out of her pussy with the two thick fingers. “Feels all right?”
“Feels…different,” Trin admitted with a breathless moan. “I’ve never… I mean, it feels good.” It did, too. The blunt ends of his fingertips pressing against the end of her channel, the sensation of her body being stretched around his…it seemed to wake up nerves she hadn’t known she possessed and those nerves were all about pleasure. “Feels…amazing.”
“You like it when I finger-fuck your soft little pussy?” Thrace’s eyes were half-lidded with desire. “You like it when I fill you with my fingers and make you moan?”
“I…I do,” Trin admitted, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm. “I didn’t…didn’t think it was possible that this would actually feel good but…oh Goddess,” she moaned as he pressed deep inside her. “It does, Thrace—it really does!”
“Because your sweet little pussy needs it. Needs to be fucked. Needs to be opened,” he growled, his eyes glowing silver with need. “Gods it makes me so hot to watch you lean back and take it like this, lean back and open yourself for my fingers and tongue.”
“Thrace!” As always the dirty words spoken in his low, growling voice seemed to set off something inside her. “Please, I’m close…so close.”
“I know you are, baby and I’m going to make you come. But when you do, it’s going to be with the shaft inside you.”
“It is?” Trin felt a surge of trepidation. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t put it in until after I came.”
“Change of plans,” he growled. “I think you need to watch it slide inside you and get used to it before you start coming. Having an orgasm is going to cause you to tighten up a little—better you should tighten with it inside you to start with than for me to try and put it in while you’re all clenched up from pleasure.”
“Okay.” Trin nodded—she had to admit what he said made sense.
He pulled back for a moment and reached for the light blue bag. Slowly he withdrew the double ended phallus. Trin bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when he turned the deep red end towards her. Oh Goddess, was she really going through with this? Thrace’s tongue had been soft and gentle and his fingers had been thick but pleasurable, but they were part of him—part of the male she trusted. This thing was cold and ungiving and foreign. She didn’t want to feel it sliding inside her, filling her as Thrace had with his fingers and tongue.
But what choice did she have?
“Slowly,” he murmured, as if reading her thoughts. “Gently, Mistress. You know I won’t hurt you.”
He had unwound his arms from around her thighs but he was still between them, his broad shoulders keeping her spread wide apart…open…and vulnerable.
Trin jumped and gasped when he pressed the rounded red tip of the phallus against her entrance but Thrace didn’t try to thrust it in right away. Instead he waited, just holding it in place, letting her get used to the feel of it rubbing against her.
To her surprise it wasn’t cold and hard as she had feared. The heart’s blood stone was warm as blood and while not exactly soft, it was at least very smooth and silky to touch.
“There, see?” Thrace raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s not so bad, right?”
“I…guess not,” Trin whispered. “It’s bigger than I thought it was, though.”
“Only a little bigger than my two fingers,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m going to slide it into you slowly, Mistress. And while I do, I’m going to stroke your sweet little clit. You just let yourself open up and ride it for me—take it in deep and slow. Let me penetrate you and when you’re ready, let yourself come.”
Those forbidden words spoken in his deep, soft voice seemed to do something to her insides. Trin felt like she was melting from the waist down and for a moment she actually wished it was Thrace’s shaft that would be sliding deep into her pussy rather than the heart’s blood phallus.
Don’t be ridiculous, whispered the little voice in her head fiercely. You know that can never be. It would be a slap in the face of the Goddess! Blasphemy!
Trin pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to feel guilty right now. She just wanted to give in to the sensations Thrace was giving her, give in to the pleasure of letting him touch her and taste her and fill her completely.
As if reading her feelings on her face, Thrace began to push the carved phallus gently into her open pussy. At the same time, the broad pad of his fingertip began a slow, caressing slide along the side of her swollen clit.
“Gently, baby,” he murmured, stroking her until Trin felt sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. “Watch the shaft enter you. Watch it open that hot little pussy.”
“Thrace…” she moaned softly as he slid another thick inch inside her.
“Yes, baby? Does it feel all right?”
“Feels good,” Trin admitted. “Feels…better than all right.”
“Just wait until it’s all the way in you.” He pressed in deeper, his fingertip on her clit beginning to speed up. “Wait until you feel it all the way inside you, hitting the back of your channel, filling you up completely.”
“Will….will it be good?” Trin gasped, her eyes locked with his as he pressed the shaft deeper into her.
“So good,” Thrace promised. “Better than my fingers…but not as good as my cock.”
“Your…you mean if you…”
“If I fucked you for real?” His voice was a deep, lustful growl. “If you allowed yourself to be truly penetrated, Mistress?”
“But I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…” The forbidden thought was deeply distressing. All the same, her body wasn’t coming down from the physical high he was giving her. In fact, if anything the illicit idea was making her heart race faster and her breath come harder.