Instructing the Novice Read online

  Oh God, I don’t know how long I can take this!

  She shifted, trying to get more comfortable, which drew a soft, strangled sound from Lone.

  “Sorry,” she whispered to him. “I just…I can’t…” She shook her head, not knowing what to say.

  “It’s all right, Mistress,” he murmured in her ear. “Forgive me if my, uh, state is making your seating arrangement uncomfortable. I can’t help growing hard when I feel you so warm and wet against me.”

  “I’m not that wet,” Lizabeth protested indignantly. “I…I’m not.”

  “You are,” he countered in a soft growl. “You’re so hot and wet I could slide right into you with no trouble at all, my Lady. But of course, I have promised not to do that.”

  “Yes, I…I know you did.” Lizabeth bit her lip and shifted again. God, he felt so good against her! And the emptiness was almost more than she could stand. A soft, pained sound was drawn from her lips—something between a groan and a whimper, she thought—before she could stop it.

  “Lizabeth—are you all right?” Lone’s voice in her ear was concerned this time rather than teasing.

  “It…it’s the emptiness,” she confessed under her breath, aware that the other Mistresses were still getting seated and situated for the meal. “It’s really bad—I can hardly stand it.”

  “I don’t think we’ll be allowed to go early tonight so I can service you with the phallus,” Lone murmured, echoing her own earlier thoughts. “Do you think you can wait until after Last Meal?”

  “I don’t know.” Lizabeth took a deep breath, trying to get hold of herself. “God, it’s just so bad.”

  “Take me inside you, then.” Lone’s voice was soft and matter-of-fact.

  “What?” Lizabeth half turned her head to look back at him. “You know we can’t—”

  “I won’t fuck you or come in you, Lizabeth—not without your permission,” he murmured. “And even if I did, I couldn’t bond you to me or make you pregnant—I’d need a twin to help me do that. But what you need now—what you crave—is something inside you, filling you up. Let me help you—there’s no other way.”

  Lizabeth knew that he was right and yet she hesitated—torn between getting what she so desperately needed and doing something she knew would change her relationship with Lone forever. How could they go back to a normal working environment if she let him penetrate her? Just letting him suck her breasts during her first needing attack had nearly ended them. What would letting him fuck her do?

  But he won’t actually be fucking me, she reminded herself. He’ll only slide inside me for a little while, just to help me ease the needing. That’s all and then after dinner maybe he can use the phallus on me again.

  “Mistress?” Lone murmured and she realized she had been sitting there agonizing about her quandary while Lone waited patiently to hear her decision.

  “All right,” she said at last. “But no, uh, thrusting and no coming inside me. Just…just slide yourself into me for a few minutes, just until the emptiness subsides.”

  “As my lady wishes,” he promised quietly. “I will be inside you but I will not move in you or fill you with my seed.”

  “You’re sure you can manage that?” Lizabeth asked, looking back at him anxiously. “I mean you haven’t, uh, had any kind of release in a while, have you? Isn’t it going to be hard—I mean difficult—for you to be inside me without, you know, letting go?”

  “I can control myself, Lizabeth.” Lone spoke with quiet dignity. “If you ask me not to come in you, I won’t.”

  The certainty in his voice finally convinced her.

  “All right,” she said, trying not to moan with need. “All right then please—put it in me.”

  “Rise up a little bit,” Lone instructed. “Then sit back down on my lap. I will guide my shaft inside you.”

  “Yes…okay.” Lizabeth rose almost on tiptoe, bracing one hand on his muscular forearm. Lone used his other hand to grasp his shaft and as she came down again, Lizabeth felt the broad, blunt head of his cock rubbing against the outside of her pussy. With a little gasp, she widened her stance so that Lone could find her entrance. In a moment, she felt the wide tip of his shaft slide from the top of her slit, over her throbbing clit, and come to rest pressing against the opening of her pussy.

  “Easy, my Lady,” he murmured behind her. “Come down on me now but slowly—your soft little pussy is very tight and I’m not small.”

  He certainly wasn’t, Lizabeth thought. As she lowered herself onto him and felt the thick shaft sliding slowly into her she could feel her inner walls stretching to the limit to accommodate him. He was bigger than any sexual partner or toy she’d ever had inside her and at any other time having something so large inside her might have hurt. Now, however, all Lizabeth felt was a blessed relief. Finally she had something to hold on to!

  It was a long, slow slide but finally she felt him bottom out inside her, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb. It was all she could do not to throw back her head and moan with mingled pleasure and relief. God, he was so big and it felt so good to be filled completely. The emptiness was eased at last but Lizabeth shifted experimentally, trying to get him even deeper inside her. She could feel her inner muscles clench, almost as though she was milking him—as though her body was begging him to come in her, though she had expressly forbidden him to do so.

  Lone gave a muffled groan from behind her.

  “Gods, Mistress, you’re tight,” he ground out. His voice was a low, sexual growl and Lizabeth could feel him flexing inside her, his thick shaft throbbing deep in her pussy almost like a second heartbeat. “But if you keep shifting around like that I’m going to find it difficult to keep my promise and not flood your sweet pussy with my seed.”

  “Sorry, Lone,” she whispered back. “Just…trying to get comfortable. You’re, uh, bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”

  “Do Earth males not have adequate shafts then?” he asked, sounding surprised.

  “Nothing like Kindred apparently,” Lizabeth murmured. “Unless you’re unusually well-endowed for your kind.”

  “I believe I’m about average for a Kindred,” Lone remarked. “Maybe it’s just that you’re unusually tight.”

  Lizabeth could scarcely believe they were having this conversation—talking almost like normal when he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  “It’s probably just…just because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she confessed. “Not for three of four years at least.” She let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I’m practically a virgin all over again, despite my age.”

  “Your age has nothing to do with it,” Lone growled. “You’re beautiful, Lizabeth. And so warm and wet and tight inside—Gods, it’s almost like you’re milking me.”

  “I’m not doing it on purpose—honestly,” Lizabeth protested.

  She knew what he was talking about—she could feel her inner muscles clenching around him hungrily, begging for more—begging for what she had forbidden him to give her.

  “It…it seems like my body has a mind of its own. Is…” She hesitated. “Is it making things too hard for you? I mean, making it hard for you not to come? Do…do you need to pull out?”

  “I can bear anything you need me to bear, Mistress—pain or pleasure, I am yours to command for as long as you need me,” Lone murmured. “It’s all right—whatever you need from me, I can give to you. Just relax.”

  “I’m trying,” Lizabeth told him. “It’s just, I’ve been dealing with this emptiness for so long—it’s such a relief to finally be filled.”

  “I had heard that the emptiness is excruciating,” Lone murmured. “I just wish you hadn’t had to bear it alone for so long—wish I could have been helping you. You should have asked me from the start, Lizabeth.”

  “Be reasonable,” Lizabeth objected. “How could I have asked you? How could I go and say, ‘Oh by the way, Lone, I hope you don’t mind but I need you to put your huge cock ins