Instructing the Novice Read online

  “Oh, all right.” Quickly Lizabeth fished in the pot with the silver prongie. She finally managed to stab the lumpy root and bring it, dripping, up from the pot.

  It was scarcely less dirty than when it had gone into the broth but now she could see its true color at least—an unappetizing mottled grayish-purple. Lizabeth reminded herself grimly that mushrooms were gray too and she loved those. What was this, after all, but a kind of alien mushroom? She should just eat it and get it over with.

  Reluctantly, she brought the dripping root to her nose and took a whiff. A strong odor of rotten fish, ripe garbage, and the unmistakable scent of cow shit drifted up to her.

  “Ugh!” she exclaimed involuntarily, pulling her face away.

  “Oh yes, Pyrnig can have a rather pungent aroma,” Mistress Gettsum remarked, watching Lizabeth’s reaction. “That’s the twig-twig dung it’s grown in. But the flavor is spectacular.”

  “Excuse me—dung? Did you say it’s grown in dung?” Lizabeth looked down at the dirt-streaked, lumpy root at the end of her prongie in disbelief. So that black stuff on it wasn’t dirt after all.

  “Yes, of course!” Mistress Gettsum nodded eagerly. “It’s more than half the flavor—that’s why you don’t want to overcook it and wash it all off. Well, go on—take a bite and try it.”

  She was watching closely and so, Lizabeth saw, were several other mistresses, including the Mistress Superior herself. Oh God, was she really going to have to do this? Was she going to have to put dung-covered alien fungus in her mouth?

  I can’t, she thought, feeling sick even as she brought the Pyrnig closer to her mouth. Even if it means getting kicked out of here I just can’t do this!

  But it looked like she had no choice.

  Just as she was about to open her mouth, Lone wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust up against her, shaking her entire body so much that the silver prongie and the gnarled, dirty root it held were knocked from her hand and onto the floor.

  “Oh!” Lizabeth gasped as he did it again…and then again.

  “Oh my—your naughty Novice!” Mistress Gettsum giggled. “Did he choose that exact moment to start fucking you really hard? My Ogie likes to surprise me like that sometimes too.”

  “I…he…” Seeing that everyone was still watching her and there was no better explanation, Lizabeth decided to go with it. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, he did. Oh!”

  “Mistress,” Lone growled in her ear and thrust up against her again. As he spoke, he pulled her back into his lap so that she was sitting at more of an angle to him. The new position forced Lizabeth forward and opened her thighs. In short order she found that instead of just pressing against her ass, the thick base of his shaft was pressing against her bare pussy. She gave an involuntary moan as Lone thrust against her again and she felt his thickness part her pussy lips and rub against her throbbing clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Lone!”

  “Don’t fight it, Lizabeth,” he murmured in her ear. “Just pretend you’re riding me. In a moment we can both ‘come’ and then you can dump all those things in the pot and pretend you ate them.”

  It was a better plan than Lizabeth had been able to come up with. Though it was extremely embarrassing to simulate fucking her assistant in front of a roomful of strangers, it still beat eating the horrible Pyrnig fungus.

  Not that she had to pretend about the pleasure he was giving her.

  “Oh!” she moaned again as Lone thrust up again, his thickness sliding against her throbbing pussy, which was now spread wide so that she could feel every stroke of his long, hard cock against her sensitive clit. She ached with emptiness but there was a sudden fullness elsewhere. With an embarrassed gasp, she realized her breasts were filling with nectar again as the needing hit her full-force.

  “Lone,” she managed to gasp. “My…my breasts…”

  “Mistress?” he made the title a question but the next moment his big, warm hands found their way up to her full mounds, which were now pressing hard against the black mesh dress. He cupped her breasts, her aching nipples nestled in his palms as he thrust again. “The needing,” Lizabeth heard him mutter. “It’s on you, isn’t it?”

  All she could do was moan. She wasn’t sure if having her pussy stimulated was the reason for the sudden attack or not—all she knew was that her breasts were full and aching and the emptiness inside her was almost unbearable.

  Suddenly all the reasons she’d given herself for why she couldn’t fuck her assistant seemed to go straight out the window. She had never felt the emptiness this strongly—it felt like a black hole had opened inside her and she would die if it wasn’t filled—if her pussy wasn’t filled with his cock.

  “Lone, please,” she managed to gasp as he continued to thrust against her, simulating long, slow strokes. “Can’t…can’t stand it. Need…need you inside me. Please.”

  She had expected that he would jump at the chance to take her for real. He had sworn that he wouldn’t enter her with his shaft unless she asked him to and here she was, practically begging. But instead of taking advantage of her need, Lone stopped what he was doing and reached between them.

  “Lone?” she managed to gasp. “What…what are you doing?”

  “Freeing myself from this damn chair,” he growled and she heard the jingle of the metal buckles as he unstrapped himself. “You’re in need and I’ll be damned if I satisfy you for real in front of all these people.”

  Before she could answer, Lone had risen from the chair, holding her cradled securely in his strong arms.

  “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” Mistress Verlandah demanded, glaring up at him.

  “I’m taking my Mistress back to our rooms,” Lone growled. “She needs deeper and more intimate attention than I can give her here.”

  “But dinner isn’t over yet!” the Mistress Superior protested, frowning disapprovingly.

  “Let them go, Verlandah,” Mistress Anarrah said, smiling from her place beside the Mistress Superior. “Isn’t it clear they’re in love and can’t get enough of each other?” She looked up at Lone. “I’ll send Joren to your rooms tomorrow morning to give you and your Mistress directions to my classroom.”

  Lone nodded at her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  Then he carried Lizabeth out of the banquet hall and down the long stone corridor that led to their room.

  Twelve

  He’ll do it now—I’m sure he will, Lizabeth thought deliriously as Lone kicked the heavy wooden door closed and laid her down on the large, canopied bed. She knew they shouldn’t be doing this—knew they would be crossing a line both personally and professionally that they could never come back from. But somehow she couldn’t stop—the needing had never been this bad before. She felt like she was going to die if he didn’t fill her soon.

  “Lone,” she begged brokenly, knowing she would hate herself later but unable to help herself. “Lone, please, I need you.”

  He knelt over her on the bed but made no move to take her.

  “No, you don’t. Or at least, you do need me but you don’t want me.”

  “What?” Lizabeth’s thought process was blurry—clouded by lust. She looked up at him in confusion. “What…what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that I’m going to keep my promise to you, Lizabeth,” he said grimly. Then he leaned over her and ripped open the black mesh dress, baring her overfull breasts.

  “Lone!” she gasped, uncomprehending. “I don’t understand. I thought you said—”

  “I meant everything I said,” he growled. “I’m going to give you what you need but I’m not going to put my shaft inside you. I won’t do that until you ask me to because you want me to—not just because the needing is on you.”

  “But I need to be filled!” Lizabeth nearly begged. “Especially if…if you suck my breasts again. As the fullness gets less, the need to be…to be…”

  “To be fucked?” Lone’s deep voice was harsh. “Does the need to be fuck