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  “But what about your emptiness?” Lone protested. “Do you not need to be filled, Mistress?”

  “I’ll have to worry about it later.” Lizabeth’s face was set in lines of grim determination. “Come on, Lone—let’s go!”

  “As my lady wishes.” Taking her hand, Lone led her rapidly down the corridor, in search of the entrance to all-access passageway Joren had shown him. How they were going to deal with Lizabeth’s needing during the evening banquet he didn’t know—but he trusted her to have a plan. And right now they just needed to get there on time. “Come on,” he said, tugging her hand. “This way.”

  Without a word of protest, Lizabeth followed.

  * * * * *

  Oh God, I can’t stand this! Lizabeth thought the emptiness inside had never been this bad before—not even the night before when Lone had serviced her with the long, thick phallus. She felt like she was dying—collapsing in on herself as the emptiness ate her from the inside out. Yet she had to endure the entire evening meal and pretend nothing was wrong. And she doubted that the Mistress Superior, who she saw sweeping into the banquet hall this moment, would allow her and Lone to leave early again.

  Biting her lip, she surveyed the familiar stone hall with its many queening benches and a few rocking chairs set up. The Mistresses were already getting themselves arranged and she knew she and Lone would have to do the same.

  “My Lady Paige, I have a spot for you right here.” The voice of the guard beside her startled her out of her musings.

  “Oh, yes?” Turning, she saw that the man was pointing to one of the rocking-chair frames which Lone had been strapped into the night before.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said respectfully. “Is this to your liking?”

  “Thank you.” Lizabeth nodded. “Yes it is.”

  “Then I’ll have your Novice strapped into it at once,” the man said.

  “No need—I can manage,” Lone told him. He got settled into the chair and leaned down to buckle the leather straps over his legs. Then he motioned for Lizabeth. “My Lady? Are you ready to sit?”

  For a moment, Lizabeth’s eyes were fixed on the hard shaft straining against the black mesh at his crotch. God, he was so big and thick…she could just imagine that shaft sliding deep inside her, filling her up, easing the awful emptiness that filled her like a well of black water…

  “Mistress?” Lone asked again and she realized she was just standing there, staring.

  “Um…yes. Yes, I am. Thank you, Lone,” she said quickly.

  This time she knew better than to try to sit on his knees. Carefully, she perched herself on his lap, taking care to sit well back so that her ass was directly over the thick, straining shaft.

  The moment she positioned herself, she felt the mesh between them melt away and the heated ridge of his cock was rubbing against her bare pussy—which was extremely wet from all his earlier attention. This time instead of just seeing, she could feel how big he was against her—could feel how well he would fill her up. It was like offering food to a starving man but only letting him smell it, Lizabeth thought miserably. Like offering a cool drink of water to a woman dying of thirst but only allowing her one drop. It was torture.

  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 fe