Training the Warrior (10 page)

Takoora chuckled. “Warriors are so easy to
trick sometimes. They hear Tauran males talking about how Tauran females are
cold and difficult to bed. It’s silly, really.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s partly because of the
difference in the males. Warriors are extremely sexual, as we both know, and
dangerous—sharp teeth, arm blades and they’re big all over.” Takoora huffed out
an exasperated sigh. “Tauran males are less aggressive. Warriors are fully
committed when they have sex, licking, kissing and touching us everywhere. They
hold back just enough so we don’t get hurt. It’s exciting! Tauran males don’t
do all that pre-sexual activity. A little kissing, some fondling and they’re
ready to have sex. Of course nothing can compare to being claimed by a warrior.”

Lydia burst out laughing and Takoora joined
her. Her friend was so very right. Claiming was close to dying and going to
heaven.

“So the males are spreading the rumors?”

“Yes. They’ve always been jealous of the warriors.
Too bad, I say,” her friend proclaimed. “Some of our Tauran males are good at
having sex. Most aren’t. And I think the Tauran females who’ve never been with
a warrior don’t know any different.”

Lydia couldn’t help but feel a little sorry
for those women. She did have another question.

“So do Tauran females ever lick or suck on
their men?” She just had to ask, and she prayed her friend wouldn’t go postal
on her for bringing it up. Kern had told her they didn’t.

Takoora was silent for a moment. Lydia
cringed. “No. We don’t. I’ve never even considered doing that.” She sounded a
little insulted and shocked all at the same time.

In an effort to salvage the moment, Lydia
blurted, “It’s something human females will do sometimes. I just didn’t know if
it was a common act for Tauran women to perform.”

“Never,” Takoora whispered, making it sound
as if they were talking about classified information. “Or at least not that I
know of. I’m not sure if Braedon would have allowed me to do such a thing.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you,” Lydia
apologized immediately.

“Oh no! You didn’t offend me,” Takoora
assured. “I was just surprised at the idea. It’s not something I would want to
do. Did you ever do this to Kern?”

Lydia let out a sigh. “Yes. He loved it.”

“He did?” Takoora sounded scandalized.

“The first time I tried to put my mouth on
him, he was a little reluctant.”

“I can imagine,” her friend exclaimed. “Was
it the first time a female had done that to him?” Takoora sounded more and more
interested now.

“I think so. He just froze!” Lydia laughed
at the memory. “I mean, he knew I wasn’t going to hurt him or anything. I don’t
think he knew what to expect, but he cooperated and let me lick and suck on him
for a few minutes. He enjoyed it so much he made me stop before he came so he
could mount me. A few days later, I finally got him to let me suck on him until
he came.”

“You did that to him?” Takoora seemed
enthralled with the story now, sitting up on her bed with her covers pulled
tight around her. She gazed at Lydia wide-eyed in wonder. “What did you do when
he came?”

Lydia shrugged. “I swallowed as much as I
could. He was delicious.”

Takoora pulled the covers over her head and
screamed. Thankfully, the blankets muffled her voice or the teachers would have
come to check on them. But Lydia had the answers to her questions.

Chapter Five

Tomorrows became yesterdays. A week, then
another week, went by as Lydia spent every day observing and learning the methods
the teachers used at each stage of the warriors’ training. Takoora had been
right. All she had to do was relax. Most of Lydia’s unease about the physical
part she had to perform as a teacher faded. In a strange way, she had Kraven to
thank for her change in attitude.

An initiate named Serena was selected to be
Kraven’s test subject. No one else was allowed to observe him with his teachers
for the whole week. So naturally, they were all bursting with curiosity on the
last day. Lydia and Takoora shoved their way into the crowded observation room
along with the remaining initiates and several teachers who’d been selected to
review his performance.

The room below them wasn’t much different
than their own bedrooms. However, there was only one bed. It was close in size
to what Lydia would call a king-size. She noticed an obvious absence of chains.
No shackles or cuffs of any type cluttered the room. It made sense. Kraven was
supposed to be fully trained at this stage. He just simply had to prove it
before he could leave.

The movement of a door opening caught her
attention. Kraven stepped out of the bathing area. He was slightly damp from
his shower, his black hair cascaded down across his broad shoulders in relaxed,
loose waves. The warrior wasn’t just handsome, he was extremely handsome. Her
sudden intake of breath wasn’t the only gasp in the room. Arrogantly arched
black brows graced his unmarred forehead. His eyes were deep gold with flecks
of glittering copper. His nose was straight, a perfect size with not too large
nostrils that flared slightly as he scented the room.

Kraven’s lips were full and generous with
just a hint of softness. They pulled up at the corners just slightly, giving
him a perpetual sly little smile. Lydia wondered if he’d ever be able to
develop a warrior’s proper scowl. His cheekbones and jaw line were strong, but
not so harsh as to detract from his striking good-looks. Elsewhere, he was pure
warrior all the way. His only clothing was the towel sarong. However, he wore
restraints on his forearms and the collar around his neck was larger, as
required for warriors in their final week. If activated, unconsciousness was
instantaneous. It was a trade-off for being allowed out of their chains. He
didn’t seem concerned in the least.

One of the teachers cleared her throat
before speaking. “Kraven has the bearing of a well-trained warrior. I predict
he’ll break many hearts before he claims a mate,” she joked.

Lydia snickered with the rest of the
initiates. She couldn’t agree more. The young warrior had taken up a relaxed
pose with his massive arms crossed over his wide chest as he leaned against the
wall opposite the main door. All his senses worked properly now. He had to know
there were females just beyond the door, not just because he was told to expect
them. Kraven would be able hear them. Surprisingly, his cock remained just as
relaxed as he waited. He was a patient predator.

All attention turned to the door as the two
teachers entered the room with Serena. The initiate stood behind them. She wore
a black robe with the hood pulled down low to hide her face. Lydia knew the
woman only in passing, but Serena always had a ready smile and seemed well
liked by all the other females. The Tauran woman was one of the few who worked
out in the gym on a daily basis. Lydia had to admit to a little jealousy.
Serena had to be in her mid-thirties and her body was sculpted to perfection.
Lithe and muscular, she would be a perfect complement to the handsome young warrior.

Kraven instantly reacted to their entrance.
He straightened against the wall, arms to his sides and head bowed
respectfully. His erection came to attention just as swiftly. His nostrils
flared, taking in the scent of his teachers and instinctively trying to
discover the aroma of the new female. A typical response by any unmated warrior.
They simply couldn’t help themselves. As a teacher in training, Lydia was
becoming more aware of the small signals warriors displayed. It was a lot like
reading body language of humans, only much more accurate.

“Are you prepared for your last task,
Kraven?” The Giver of Pain was the first to speak as usual.

“Yes, teacher, I am prepared,” Kraven
recited the expected words. His voice was deep and laced with anticipation.

“We shall see.”

Lydia thought the Giver of Pain’s response
sounded a bit ominous. Personally, she was anxious to learn the fine art of
punishment. It was the skill considered to be the most difficult to master for
a teacher.

The Giver of Pleasure stood aside and drew
Serena forward. “Come to me, Kraven.”

Kraven reacted without hesitation. In
seconds, he stood obediently in front of the black-masked teacher, his
attention locked on her.

“Hold out your right hand, palm up.”

Kraven obeyed. He never let his attention
stray from the teacher.

The teacher took Serena’s left hand and
placed it palm down on Kraven’s much larger one. Lydia thought she detected a
slight tremor in the initiate’s. Well hell, who wouldn’t be just a little
nervous? Lydia had a tiny bit of anxiety herself just out of empathy for the
woman.

“Your test begins as soon as we exit,
Kraven. Prove yourself with gentleness, warrior.”

Kraven blinked and swallowed
simultaneously. It was warrior body language for “I understand, but I’m
suddenly unsure of something.” In other words, he was just a teeny bit nervous.

The two teachers exited, closing the door
firmly behind them. Kraven curled his fingers around Serena’s hand, but didn’t
move in any other manner for a few moments. He took a few shallow breaths
before finally lifting her hand to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath to take in her scent. He flipped her hand over and placed a soft kiss
against her palm. She trembled beneath the black robe. Apparently, it was the
signal he hoped for. His lips turn up in a knowing smile.

Kraven kept her hand clasped in his own,
lifted his left one and swept back the hood to reveal Serena’s face. She raised
it to gaze at him. Lydia was stunned to see so much desire radiating from her
expression. Realization hit her. A whole week of observing nothing but Kraven
getting and receiving pleasure was too much stimulation for Serena to handle.
The teachers definitely had their sexual methods, not just with the warriors
but with the initiates as well. If he didn’t move things along faster, Serena
might tackle him.

He slid his hand down her neck, over her
shoulder and pushed the robe aside. As it fell from her shoulder, he released
her hand and swept it completely off. It hit the floor at about the same time
Kraven drew Serena’s naked body against him. His head swooped down and his lips
captured hers. She embraced him, returning his deep kiss with equal passion.
His groan of desire spurred by her response mingled with hers.

Kraven ground his cloth-covered erection
against her, letting her feel his need. When Lydia was sure he was about to
throw the female to the bed and impale her, he did something completely
unexpected. He picked Serena up and gently laid her on the bed, but he didn’t
remove his sarong. Instead, he reclined beside her and placed soft kisses along
her neck, trailing down her chest to linger over one breast. He nipped and
licked until the nipple beaded, pert and hard, before he suckled. He fondled
her other one, caressing and teasing until it too became stiff between his
fingers.

Serena moaned as she writhed in response, but
Kraven seemed like a warrior on a mission. It was a purposeful one, meant to
give pleasure, not take. It was his test, Lydia remembered. He moved to suckle Serena’s
other breast while he fondled the one still sensitized by his tongue and teeth.
A gentle pinch to one nipple and a tug with his teeth to the other sent Serena
over the edge.

“Kraaa…ven!” She screamed out his name loud
and long as she came.

He groaned, as if her pleasure was almost
more than he could take, but Kraven still didn’t take his own pleasure. He slid
down her body and buried his face against sex, licking and tasting her climax.
He lapped at her swollen nub, teasing and flicking it over and over until she
came once more. He growled while thrusting his tongue deep into her sheath,
hungrily drinking the juices of her second orgasm. He didn’t stop until she relaxed.

Lydia clenched her thighs together and
wondered desperately how many more orgasms Kraven would go for before he
finally took her
. Does he pass his test after four or five? What is
considered a passing grade?
She’d give him straight As for inciting a woman
to orgasm with above the waist foreplay.
Why hadn’t she asked?
What
the hell is he doing now?

Kraven kneeled on the bed, sitting back on
his heels. He’d pulled Serena’s bottom up onto his lap. Her legs were wrapped
around his hips, knees wide apart, giving him a full view of her open pussy. He
gazed longingly at the sight, taking in her scent with deep breaths. His hands moved
slowly down the inside of each of her thighs until they rested on either side
of her sex. He gently stroked one of his thumbs over her clit, back and forth
slowly, until she panted and mewled in anticipation. While he continued to
tease her nub, he used his other hand to stroke the moist opening of her slit. Once
his thick fingers were dripping from her arousal, he gently inserted one deep
inside. She moaned louder, urging him on. On the next penetration, he slipped
in two, then withdrew and pushed back into her channel with three. Serena
gasped, then groaned out loud as she writhed against his hand.

“Kraven, please,” she begged clearly
unashamed.