“I…I…” Trin didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to shout that she didn’t want to take it slow. That she needed it to hurt, or at least not to feel so damn good. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a low moan as another thick inch of his cock eased tenderly inside her.
“Slowly,” Thrace murmured, still stroking her hips. “So slowly, baby…” She expected him to stop going slow—to thrust the rest of his long shaft into her at any time. But rather than thrusting forward, he pulled her back against him, using her lips for leverage to draw her onto him.
Trin gave a low gasp as she felt herself gliding closer to him, moving as smoothly as silk and taking his thick shaft effortlessly into her body.
“Ahhh,” she moaned softly as he pulled her closer, impaling her gently but firmly on his long cock. “Ahhh, Goddess…oh, Thrace…”
“Gently, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Take it in nice and slow and easy, just let yourself open up and take it all…take me deep inside you.”
Trin felt her body doing exactly that. Her inner walls stretched wide to accommodate him but it wasn’t a painful stretch at all. Instead, she felt only the deep, delicious pleasure of letting him fill her at last.
“Gonna bottom out inside you any minute, baby,” he murmured in her ear, pulling her back against him and shifting them on the bed. “Gonna fill your sweet pussy completely with my cock. Is that all right?”
“I…I guess so.” Trin could barely talk. “Oh!” she moaned as she felt the broad head of his cock come to rest at the end of her channel. “Oh, Thrace.”
“That’s right—all the way in you now. All the way inside your sweet, wet pussy,” Thrace growled in her ear. “Look for yourself and see.”
Trin’s eyes had closed involuntarily in pleasure but now she opened them. Looking down she realized that he had raised her from the hands and knees position she had insisted on. Instead, he was resting on his knees and she was sitting in his lap—in much the same position they had been in while sitting in the swinging love chairs at their first feast at Dreaming Hills.
Only this time he’s inside me—really inside me! Just like Needra let her slave thrust inside her! Trin looked down between her spread legs at the place his thick shaft was piercing her and a rush of shame and desire so strong she could barely breathe seemed to overtake her.
“Goddess, Thrace…” she whispered brokenly.
“Look at it—look at us in the mirror,” he commanded, growling softly in her ear. “Watch me fill you, baby. Watch me fuck you.”
Trin’s eyes flew to the mirror on her wall and she felt as though she was melting inside. Who was that girl with the creamy brown skin and the long black hair? The girl seated on the huge Havoc’s lap with his thick shaft piercing her to the core? Her breasts were heaving as she panted for breath, her nipples tight and berry dark with need. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure she couldn’t deny and her pussy was filled completely with her male’s thick shaft.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Thrace murmured in her ear and Trin watched, mesmerized as his big hands roved over her body, cupping her breasts, twisting her nipples until she moaned. Then his fingers slid lower to the place where they were joined.
“Thrace,” she began but he was already talking again as he touched her.
“I love the contrast of my skin against yours,” he whispered roughly in her ear. “Love the sight of my lighter shaft entering the sweet, dark depths of your pussy. Watch.”
His long fingers spread her wide, opening her cunt, showing the place where he filled her. Then with a long, slow movement, he withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside her.
Trin moaned breathlessly, entranced by the sight of his shaft all slippery with her juices. It was a sight that was at once obscene and beautiful and she felt she couldn’t have looked away even if watching what they were doing together had made her go blind.
“Thrace, please,” she whispered again. “I should…we shouldn’t be doing it this way. It shouldn’t feel this way…this good.”
“Can’t help it baby—I want to make you feel good. Need to make you feel good. Like this…see?”
As she watched, he stuck two fingers in his mouth to get them nice and wet, Reaching between her legs, he bracketed her throbbing clit with them. As he slid his shaft slowly back into her pussy, the two fingers began to slide up and down, caressing the sides of her sensitive little pearl until she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire with need.
“Ahh!” she gasped as he pierced her to the core again, all the time stroking her clit. “Oh Goddess, please…”
“Does it feel good, baby?” Thrace growled in her ear. “Feel good to let me fuck you?”
“It…it does,” Trin gasped, her eyes still locked on the mirror, watching the erotic show they were putting on together. “It does but it should…it shouldn’t.”
“It has to. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but you need to know—you have to come to be cured,” he said.
“I…I don’t understand,” Trin gasped. “Come to be cured? What does that mean?”
“Means that in order to counteract the passion berry wine, I need to pump my seed as deeply into your pussy as possible. If you come while I’m filling you, the contractions of your inner walls will draw my seed deep into your womb—which is where it needs to be in order for this to work.”
“Deep in my…but what about forming a bond? And what if I get…I mean, I’m not on any kind of contraception,” Trin protested.
“Can’t be helped,” Thrace growled. “We’ll have to worry about the consequences later. Right now, we need to concentrate on saving your life. Which means you need to work with me—not against me.”
Reluctantly, Trin saw the truth of his words. As wrong as it felt, this would all be for nothing if he didn’t manage to heal her of the passion berry wine’s toxic effects.
“All right,” she whispered. “What…what do I have to do?”
“Squeeze me,” Thrace told her. “Use your inner muscles to clench tight around my shaft. That should help you pull my seed even deeper when I come in you. And work yourself on me—ride my cock.”
“How…”
“There’s a rhythm. Watch.” He began to roll his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her and thrusting back in as he stroked her clit. “Feel that?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you feel the rhythm of our lovemaking?”
“I think so…” Experimentally, Trin raised herself as he pulled out and lowered herself when he thrust back in. The result was that the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb harder than expected, making them both groan with the deep penetration.
“That’s it—you’ve got it. Keep it up,” Thrace murmured, pulling out again. “And don’t forget to squeeze—milk me with your inner cunt, baby. Help me come as deep inside your sweet, wet pussy as I can.”
“All…all right,” Trin whispered breathlessly. Goddess this is wrong, so wrong, whispered the little voice in her head. But she was no longer paying any attention to it. She told herself she couldn’t afford to pay any attention. She had to give herself to Thrace completely—had to let herself go and fuck him back if she wanted to survive. And above all else, she did want to survive—otherwise she would have lay down and died instead of accepting his shaft in her pussy.
Biting her lower lip with effort, she concentrated on working herself up and down on his shaft, meeting and matching his rhythm as she clenched and relaxed her inner muscles, trying her best to milk the seed from his cock into her pussy.
“That’s right, baby,” Thrace murmured in her ear. He was still stroking her clit with one hand and with the other, he was pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. “Gods, look at how sexy you are, taking all of my cock so deep in your sweet little cunt. Watch in the mirror as we fuck each other, watch your pussy take my shaft to the hilt…so fucking hot.”
Trin moaned helplessly, watching the two of them fuck in the mirror. The girl with long, dark hair was rolling her hips in time with the male’s thrusts, taking him as deeply as she could—her open pussy accepting his bare shaft easily, almost greedily as though she couldn’t wait to feel him coming inside her, filling her with his thick cum. Her breasts were thrust out, her nipples tight and dark with need and she was panting as she worked herself on his cock, worked hard for his pleasure and her own…