Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (27 page)

“Is it painful?” Thrace looked concerned. “Are you
hurting, baby?”

“I…I’m okay,” Trin said uneasily, which wasn’t
exactly true. Her breasts still felt ripe to the point of bursting and her
nipples were tight scarlet points that ached with some need she couldn’t name.
“That article you found—” she began.

“You mean the one that was
sent
to me. To
us,” Thrace
corrected her grimly. “It popped up before I even finished typing. Someone knew
we were going to need this information. I think we can both guess
who.”

Lady
Tam-tam.
Trin clenched her jaw and balled her
hands into fists. Earlier when Thrace
had been talking about how their hostess was probably lonely and missing her
love-slave, she had felt almost sorry for the old lady. Well, no more—Trin was
angry! How could anyone let this happen to a total stranger without giving them
so much as a warning?
Probably the same way she could insist that we try the
red dream gas that made us nearly jump each other without warning us,
she
thought grimly.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and tried to remain
calm. “In the article that was
sent
to us, does it say what to do about
this? Is there some kind of antidote?”

“There is but you’re not going to be happy about
it.”

“What? Just tell me,” Trin demanded. Her breasts
and nipples were aching more sharply with every second—she didn’t have time to
beat around the bush.

Thrace
sighed. “Says here that a male who has also
ingested the same combination of pods and
shromp
has to help ease the
pain in the female’s nipples.”

“Ease the pain? How—?”

“By sucking them,” he said flatly. When Trin bit
her lip he shook his head. “See? Told you that you wouldn’t like it.”

“I…but I can’t believe it.”

Thrace
motioned her forward. “Come read it for yourself.
Apparently it’s the only way you’ll get any relief.”

Trin moved over to the viewscreen and read the line
he was pointing to.
“The only relief for a female whose breasts have filled
with need is as follows— A male who has eaten from the same batch of nectar
pods and the same shromp must be found. He will have the essential compounds in
his saliva. By sucking her nipples vigorously until they return to their normal
color, he may ease the ache and cure her completely. This must be done shortly
after the symptoms appear or permanent damage may occur.”

“Permanent damage?” She looked up at Thrace
fearfully. “What does that mean?”

“It means you need to let me help you
now.”
He
took a step towards her but Trin retreated.

“I…I really don’t think…”

“That it’s proper?” He blew out a breath in obvious
frustration. “Listen, Trin—we’ve gone well beyond caring what’s right or wrong
according to your personal code of ethics or what the Goddess of Judgment says.
We’re talking about pain and permanent damage—you need to let me help you.”

“I…” Trin shook her head, wishing she could put her
objections into words. But her mind was a jumbled chaos and her breasts were
aching so much it was hard to think.

“Think of it this way,” Thrace murmured, stepping closer to
cup her cheek. “I’ll be performing an obeisance, like I did for you earlier in
the sleeping chamber. That’s all.”

“But…you just kissed me then,” Trin pointed out.
“It was gentle…respectful.”

“And I’ll
still
be respectful,” Thrace
promised her gently. “I would never treat any part of you with disrespect,
Mistress.”

“That…that article said you have to suck
vigorously.
As in
hard,”
Trin objected. “That just sounds…obscene. And besides,
I don’t think I could stand that right now. They hurt so
much.”
She
pointed down to her bright scarlet nipples and her breasts which still felt so
full and achy.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.” Thrace stroked her cheek with a
feather light touch. “You know I will.”

“Well…I guess if you’re gentle.” Trin shifted and
felt something strike the backs of her thighs. With a start, she realized she
had backed herself against the black marble counter which ran the length of the
room.

“Here.” Thrace put both hands on her hips
and lifted her easily, as if she was a doll. He sat her carefully on the high
counter so that his mouth was on the level of her full, naked breasts.
“Comfortable?” he asked, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “Ready to let me
help you?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered in a small voice. “But…”

“But what?” he was already cupping her breasts in
his big hands, about to lean forward.

“I mean…how can you not mind doing this?” Trin
motioned down at herself, at the obscene sight of her too-full breasts and
scarlet nipples, so different from her usual berry brown color. “I mean I look…
bizarre
.”

“You’re beautiful—always beautiful to me.” He
cupped her cheek again. “And didn’t I tell you there was nothing I wouldn’t do
for you?”

“Thrace…you
don’t have to.”

“Yes I do. And I
want
to.” Leaning down he
raised her aching right nipple to his lips. “Watch me, baby. I’m going to start
out very soft and gentle.”

“A-all right.” Trin didn’t know what else to say.
And before she could think of anything, his warm mouth was closing around her
tight nipple.

Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to brace
herself. By now her breasts were so full and achy that even a soft breeze
blowing across her nipples would have hurt. So she didn’t see how letting Thrace
suck them could be anything but excruciating. She closed her eyes, gritted her
teeth, and tried to get ready for the pain.

To her surprise, no pain came. Instead, there was
the soothing sensation of warmth and then the feeling of his tongue bathing her
aching tip very, very tenderly.

“Oh…” Trin whispered, unable to say anything else.
Before when he’d kissed her while paying obeisance, he hadn’t used his tongue.
Now, he was lapping gently and delicately around her swollen nipple, making her
feel strange all over. Strange but good…relieved. And
hot.

Thrace
released her for just a moment and looked up at
her.

“Going to suck now, Mistress. Going to suck your
sweet nipple. Let me know if you need more or less.”

Trin nodded and watched as he recaptured her nipple
and drew it as deeply into his mouth as he could. Then, very gently, the
suction began.

At once she felt a sense of release, as though the
pressure that had been building up inside her was beginning to ease. But though
it was getting better, the easing of tension wasn’t quite fast enough. She
needed more.

“Thrace…”
She ran a hand through his hair, looking down at him, his mouth latched on to
her nipple. “I need more…need…harder.”

He released her once more.

“As my lady commands,” he murmured. Then, pulling
her close, he nuzzled his face between her breasts, the scratch of his cheeks
making her moan. “Harder then,” he said hoarsely.

This time when he pulled her nipple into his mouth,
Trin could feel a deep, steady suction that made her moan. Goddess, surely it
wasn’t right the way this made her feel! It was almost as though there was a
connection that went directly from her nipples to her pussy. With each deep
pull on her breast, she felt an answering surge between her thighs. Her clit
was throbbing with need and desire as Thrace tended to her.

After a while he switched breasts, sucking the left
nipple just as eagerly. Trin groaned as the intense need growing in her pussy
ignited and her body begged for more. She could no longer ignore the fire his
mouth on her nipples caused. She had to do something to relieve this desire.

Without thinking about it, her hand slipped down
and opened the towel still wrapped around her waist. Her fingers found her
swollen pussy lips and parted them to slip inside. But with the first light
touch, she gasped in pain.

“Ouch!”

Thrace
stopped sucking at once.

“Did I hurt you?” His eyes were dark with concern.

“No, I…I hurt myself,” Trin confessed.

“What? How?” He frowned.

“I…”

“Just tell me, Trin.”

“I…” Her face was on fire but she knew he wouldn’t
stop asking until he had an answer. “I tried to…to touch myself, like I did
when you held me last night,” she whispered. “But I guess I’m too sensitive
because it really
hurt.”

“Let me see.” Despite her weak protests, he pulled
the towel all the way open, baring her pussy. What he revealed made Trin suck
in her breath—her pussy was swollen with need and as scarlet as her nipples. It
was clear to see since the outer lips parting of their own volition to reveal
her inner cunt, slick with her juices. The little pearl of her clit was
standing out, prominently on display as though begging for attention.

“Oh, no!” Trin moaned at the sight. “Not there
too!”

“It’s all right,” Thrace murmured. “You’re just in
need, Mistress.” He placed a hand on her inner thigh. “Do you want me to ease
you?”

“I don’t think you can. If I can’t even stand my
own touch…”

“I think I can help you if you’ll let me. The
compounds in my saliva that are easing the pain in your nipples should work on
your pussy too.” He looked up at her. “Will you let me try?”

“What, you mean…lick me? There?” Trin felt her face
heat as she nodded between her legs.

Slowly, he nodded. “It would be the fastest way to
help you feel better.”

“No.” Trin closed her thighs though it made her
swollen pussy ache sharply. “I don’t…don’t want you to do that. I don’t
feel…comfortable with that.”

“I kissed you there when I was offering you
obeisance,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the same thing,” she said stubbornly.
“You only kissed me. You didn’t…didn’t spread me open and…and lick me.”

“What’s the matter?” he asked softly. “Is licking
too much like penetration?”

“It’s close,” Trin admitted, dropping her eyes.
“Closer than I want to get.”

“All right.” he sighed. “What if I licked my
fingers and touched you with them? Would that be all right? As long as I
promise not to penetrate you with them?”

“I…guess so.” Trin didn’t know what else to do.

“You know, my tongue is a hell of a lot softer than
my fingers,” he pointed out.

“I know.” Trin nodded. “But I just…feel more
comfortable this way.”

“You may change your mind in a minute,” he
murmured. “Remember I told you last night that sometimes something can feel so
good it’s almost painful?”

Trin bit her lip. “Yes…”

“Well, I’m afraid this might be one of those
situations. This is going to be intense.”

“All right.” She nodded again. “I understand.
Just…just do it.”

Without another word, he sucked two fingers into
his mouth and got them wet. Then he reached between her thighs and touched her
inner folds very lightly.

“Oh!” It was, as he had promised, extremely
intense. But Trin found she could bear it, despite the powerful pleasure his
touch brought her. “Goddess, Thrace,”
she moaned, gripping his broad, bare shoulders. “That’s good…so
good.”

“I’m glad, baby.” His voice was a soft, deep growl
and his eyes were half-lidded as he stroked gently, circling her swollen clit
carefully. “Glad you like it when I pet your soft little pussy. Do you need me
to suck your nipples some more while I do?”

Her nipples seemed less red and her breasts felt
almost back to normal. But Trin couldn’t help remembering the intense pleasure
she’d gotten from the hard, steady suckling of his big mouth on her full
breasts.

Goddess,
shouldn’t do this…really shouldn’t do this…

“Yes,” she whispered, knowing she shouldn’t. “Yes,
please
,
Thrace.”

“My pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured. Then, bending
towards her once more, he sucked one tight nub into his mouth as his fingers
continued to fly lightly over her clit.

Trin felt a wave of pleasure cresting inside her—a
great rush of sensation poised on the brink of crashing down and drowning her
in its intensity.

A
male—a male is touching you! Is about to make you come!
whispered a judgmental little voice in her brain.
This
is wrong! You should be punished for such blasphemy!

She knew she ought to care but she didn’t—she
couldn’t. All she wanted was to feel the big Havoc’s mouth and hands on her
forever. All she wanted was to come for him as he touched her.

Then, suddenly, she was. With a low wail, she
reached for Thrace,
threading her fingers through his hair and bucking against his hand and mouth
as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.

“Goddess,”
she moaned aloud, unable to help herself, unable to
shut up.
“Oh please, yes, Thrace!…so
good…please!”