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  “Mistress,” he murmured and bent towards her. But instead of getting on his knees at once, he leaned forward and cupped her breasts. Bringing them to his mouth, he laid a soft, gentle kiss on each nipple, making Trin bite back a gasp. His breath was hot through the thin lace and her nipples, already erect from the slight chill in the air, were suddenly tight, aching little points at the ends of her breasts.

  From behind her, she heard Lady Tam-tam give a murmur of approval but Thrace wasn’t done yet—he knelt before her and put his hands on her waist. He looked up at her, holding her gaze with his own, and then pressed his mouth carefully to the tiny triangle of turquoise lace at the center of her mound.

  This time Trin couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her as his hot breath caressed the curve of her sex. She could feel his open mouth pressing against her outer pussy lips and his eyes were half lidded with desire as he looked up at her and kissed her—kissed her as though he wished the panties weren’t in his way.

  Trin wanted to look away but she couldn’t—she was caught in that silver-blue gaze and unable to get free. As he nuzzled close and pressed deeper so that she felt her pussy lips parting under the thin material, she couldn’t help remembering the things he’d said about tasting her, about how he longed to lap her juices right from the source…

  “Th-thrace,” she gasped, almost unable to get the words out. “That’s enough.”

  He ended the kiss with obvious reluctance and rose slowly to his feet. Then he took her by the shoulders.

  “Never enough, Mistress,” he growled, his eyes burning with lust. “It’s never enough with you.” Leaning down, he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her lips before taking her hand. “Come, it’s time we were seated.”

  Trin followed him in a daze to the swinging seat on the right of Lady Tam-tam and the left of the blonde mistress and her slave.

  “Oh my dears, that was lovely! Such a beautiful obeisance,” Lady Tam-tam exclaimed, beaming at Trin. “And the kiss on the mouth at the end…did you teach him that?”

  “Um, no. That was…his own idea.” Trin felt flushed all over, her pulse racing and her breath coming short. Why did her body react to the big Havoc this way? Was it simply the embarrassment of having to perform in front of a crowd? Or something else?

  Except Thrace was the one doing the performing, wasn’t he? whispered a little voice in her ear. You just stood there and let him act on you…let him do things you know aren’t right.

  Trin tried to push it away. What was done was done—the important thing now was just getting through dinner.

  “Well, be seated my dears,” Lady Tam-tam directed, nodding at the high-backed chair suspended from the ceiling beside her. “The servers are about to bring the first course—I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

  “Of…of course.” Trin cleared her throat and looked at Thrace. “Let’s be seated.”

  “Of course, mistress.” Copying the other couples at the table, the big Havoc seated himself in the swinging chair, which seemed surprisingly stable, and patted his thighs. “Well? Come on, Mistress.”

  Trin started to sit down…but then she hesitated. Her dress was still open in front and back, baring her ass and Thrace was still wearing the leather trousers with no crotch. Only the thin black silk loincloth he wore belted around his trim waist covered that area. And it was clear from the hard ridge of flesh rising under the black silk that he was aroused.

  “Sorry,” he growled when she looked at him. “Can’t help it. Kissing you makes me hard.”

  Lady Tam-tam noticed Trin’s dilemma as well.

  “Oh my—it seems your love-slave truly cares for you,” she said, smiling at Trin. “You lucky girl! Don’t be shy—go on and sit in his lap. Ask Lady Needra to your left if you need any pointers.” She nodded at Thrace’s erection significantly and giggled like a naughty school girl.

  “Um, thank you, Lady Tam-tam,” Trin said weakly.

  She turned her attention to the young blonde mistress she’d noticed earlier who was wearing a purple dress and sitting in her love-slave’s lap. He was large and muscular with brown hair and he appeared to adore his lady—if the way he was cradling her against him was any indication. The mistress seemed to return his affection, snuggling back against him and making happy little murmurs as he cupped her breasts through the thin lace of her dress.

  “Hello,” Trin said, since Lady Tam-tam had seemed to want her to talk to them.

  “Hi, I’m Needra.” The blonde mistress smiled encouragingly. “And this is my love-slave, Yorth.” She nodded at her slave. “I see your slave has the same problem Yorth did,” she added, nodding at Thrace who was sitting with his legs spread, as though to make room for the hard ridge of flesh rising from between his thighs.

  “Yes, um…” Trin cleared her throat. “But it’s all right. I’ll just…sit on his knee or something.”

  “Oh, you can’t do that,” Needra said, her eyes wide. “The love chair will over balance if you do and spill you right on the floor! The only way is to sit way back in his lap and, well…I find it works best if you just kind of let his shaft rest between your legs. See?” She twitched a fold of fabric which had been hiding her inner thighs to one side and Trin saw the broad, plum-shaped head of her body-slave’s shaft was resting between her legs, right against the thin panties that covered her pussy.

  “Oh…” she said, her eyes going wide. “I didn’t know…”

  “Of course, it works best if you just slide him inside your panties,” Needra continued, demonstrating with her own tiny pair of purple panties which matched her dress. Slipping the bottom string of the small garment aside, she slid her slave’s thick shaft inside so that the thin, stretchy material of the panties held him in place against her bare cunt. He was too long to be contained in this way, however, and Trin could plainly see the head of his cock thrusting up over the edge of the panties as the long ridge of flesh rubbed his mistress’s outer pussy lips.

  “This way it kinds of holds the shaft against you and you don’t have to worry about him slipping around too much,” Lady Needra said with a giggle. She wiggled against her slave and Trin was shocked to see that his shaft was actually parting his mistress’s outer pussy lips and rubbing against her slippery inner folds.

  Oh my Goddess, his shaft is right up against her! If she’s not careful he’s going to penetrate her!

  She couldn’t keep the shock from her face but she tried to keep her voice even as she spoke.

  “I don’t know…I don’t think we should…I mean, it seems like you might be taking a…a risk there.”

  Lady Needra seemed to read her mind.

  “Oh, you mean that Yorth here might penetrate me?” she asked and gave Trin a naughty wink. “Well, you know how these things go. I mean, if I lean over and reach for something on the table…” She demonstrated, rising a little way off his lap and reaching casually for a golden goblet which appeared to contain the same blue wine Lady Malroth had been sipping. “And then sit back down without being careful…” she went on, sinking back slowly into her slave’s lap. He gave a low groan and Lady Needra gave an answering moan before looking up at Trin. “Then I suppose it might happen,” she said breathlessly.

  Trin bit back a gasp as she saw that the broad head of the slave’s cock was no longer in view—presumably because it was buried in his mistress’s cunt.

  “I…I…” She shook her head, unable to speak.

  “But of course that’s just an accident,” Lady Needra went on, her eyelids fluttering with obvious pleasure. “And Yorth here knows that he needs to hold very, very still if such an accident occurs. Isn’t that right, Yorth?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Her body-slave’s voice was hoarse but he held perfectly still as Lady Needra sat on his lap, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his girth inside her.

  “Because if he moved, you see,” his mistress continued, still speaking to Trin, “If he…thrust inside me for instance—well, it’s hard to explain. You’d
better show her what I mean, Yorth.”

  “As my lady pleases,” her slave growled. Cupping her breasts, he pinched her pert pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers tightly. Then, with a slow, deep movement of his pelvis, he pushed up, clearly seating his cock as deeply inside his mistress’s pussy as he could.

  Lady Needra closed her eyes for a moment and moaned, obviously enjoying the sensation of being filled by her slave. When she opened them again, they were hazy with pleasure. “Thank you, Yorth—that will do.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He subsided, sinking back against the love-chair again.

  “You see, if Yorth did that, he would be actually penetrating me on purpose—fucking me.” Lady Needra’s eyes flashed. “But if he holds still, well, it’s just an accident. And as soon as I notice it, I’ll correct it.”

  She settled deeper into her slave’s lap for a moment and ground against him, moving her hips and, drawing another groan from his lips, before rising slowly and repositioning his shaft between her pussy lips as before. Only this time, Trin saw, the head of his cock was shiny and wet—clearly he had been to the root inside his mistress’s pussy just now and just as clearly Lady Needra didn’t mind at all. In fact, she had actually seemed to like it.

  Goddess of Judgment, how can she like that? How can she enjoy allowing a male to penetrate her pussy? It’s sacrilege…blasphemy…it’s…why is it so hot in here? Trin fanned herself with one hand. Why did she feel so overheated and out of breath when all she’d been doing was standing there, watching with Thrace at her back? Speaking of hot, she could feel his big body like a line of heat down her spine.

  “So,” Lady Needra said brightly, looking up at Trina and breaking her train of thought. “What are you waiting for? Sit down.”

  “Oh, I can’t…I mean I couldn’t…” Trin began. Then, looking up for a moment, she caught the eye of Lady Malroth who was sitting at one end of the long table closest to her. Lady Malroth’s eyes flashed and she raised a goblet towards Trin and glared. Her meaning was clear. Do it or the deal is off.

  “What is the trouble, my dear? Why are you still standing?” Lady Tam-tam’s voice made Trin look away from Lady Malroth. “Are you having trouble getting seated in your chair?”

  “It’s just…as I told you, Thrace is my first body-slave…er, love-slave and I just can’t let him…”

  “Penetrate you? Oh my no, of course not. Has that naughty Lady Needra shocked you with her little display?” Lady Tam-tam giggled and winked at the blonde mistress who waved her fingers and smiled back.

  “Well…yes,” Trin said truthfully. In fact, what she’d just seen had been the single most pornographic display she had ever witnessed in her life. It should have revolted her and turned her stomach. Instead, she felt things low in her belly clench and tighten and her pussy felt wet and swollen with desire. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling like this? Why wasn’t she having the correct response to the graphic display she’d just witnessed?

  “Well, don’t worry,” Lady Tam-tam said comfortingly. “Lady Needra just likes to be shocking—that’s why she’s one of my favorites, you know. She always has the first dreaming suite reserved for her anytime she comes to Dreaming Hills.”

  “I see,” said Trin faintly, feeling out of her depth. If Lady Needra had gotten to be a favorite of their hostess by putting on such blatant shows, what hope had she that Lady Tam-tam would be content to watch her simply snuggle with Thrace tonight?

  I ought to go right now. Ought to just leave.

  But there was her crew to consider. If she didn’t make this sale, she wouldn’t be able to make the payment on her ship. And if she lost The Alacrity, she and all the rest of the people who depended on her would lose their livelihoods.

  “Just sit right down on your slave’s lap and don’t be shy,” Lady Tam-tam urged. “I know you’re a first time mistress which makes the relationship between the two of you even more charming. But though he’s such a big brute of a male, I’m certain Thrace there won’t hurt you.”

  “Lady Tam-tam is correct,” the big Havoc rumbled, looking up at Trin. “Come, Mistress—let me cradle your body with mine. You know I would never harm you.”

  Of course he was simply putting on an act for Lady Tam-tam but the soft way he said the words and the gentle look in his eyes made Trin feel somehow better.

  I can do this, she told herself. I can handle it.

  “All…all right,” she said at last. Taking a deep breath, she started to settle herself in his lap.

  “Wait!” Lady Needra said before Trin’s bare behind could make contact with the tented loincloth between his thighs. “You must remove that first.” She pointed at the black silk cloth. “Your slave must be bare to sit on a love seat with you or you can’t get a comfortable fit.”

  “Oh, of course Needra is correct.” Lady Tam-tam nodded sagely. “Go on, my dear—raise the cloth,” she said to Thrace.

  The big Havoc kept a completely blank look on his face as he lifted the black silk cloth aside. There were admiring murmurs from Lady Tam-tam and Lady Needra and even Trin bit her lip. She’s seen him before and felt him against her thighs the night before but he’d never seemed quite so huge as he did right now. Huge and throbbing and hard…and all because of her.

  “There now—much better,” Lady Tam-tam chirped. “Now just settle yourself down onto him, my dear. And mind you don’t have an accident like naughty Lady Needra there.”

  The blonde mistress giggled. “Oh, I don’t know—sometimes accidents are fun.”

  No they’re not, Trin thought, feeling her cheeks heat again. Not that kind anyway. It’s wrong. Forbidden.

  But why did her stomach feel so strange when she imagined letting the thick shaft rising from between Thrace’s thighs slide between her legs? Part her pussy lips and just…

  No—stop it! Just sit down and try not to think about it! she ordered herself.

  Feeling that she had no choice, she lowered herself carefully to the huge Havoc’s lap.

  Thrace received her without comment and helped her get settled so that his thick shaft was poking out from between her thighs. Looking down and seeing its thickness pressing against the outside of her thin turquoise panties, Trin felt faint. Never had she ever expected to let a male’s equipment anywhere near her sex. And here she was, sitting with Thrace pressed against her so intimately only a thin wisp of lace separated them. She could actually feel the heat of his cock radiating against her pussy lips.

  “No, that’s not right,” Lady Needra said before she could really get settled. “Remember I told you, you have to tuck him into your panties.”

  “Lady Needra is right, of course.” Lady Tam-tam was watching them avidly. “Go on my dear, follow her instructions.”

  “But I…” Trin cleared her throat. “I can’t—”

  “Don’t worry, baby,” Thrace murmured for her ears alone. “I know how you feel about it. I promise I won’t penetrate you.”

  “You’d better not,” Trin hissed back, keeping her voice low. “If you do I’ll cut off your shaft and feed it to you for last meal!”

  He let out a low rumble of laughter.

  “I’ll keep it in mind. You’ll remain one of the Unpenetrated.”

  “Just hold still,” Trin told him. “And don’t move.”

  With trembling fingers, she reached down and pulled the tiny string that connected to the bottom point of the triangle panties to one side. Then, grasping the thick, hot shaft in front of her, she slipped it inside her panties so that the club of his sex rested right against her bare pussy lips.

  Trin bit her lower lip. Goddess, she couldn’t believe she was doing this! Thrace was much too long to be contained by her panties. The head and several inches of his shaft stuck up over the lacy top edge of the panties looking completely obscene, especially when it rubbed against her. She kept this area clean shaven so there was nothing to come between them. If only her inner pussy wasn’t already so swollen and drenched with her
juices! Though she tried to hold still, she could feel herself parting, the sensitive bud of her clit pressing against his hot shaft though she didn’t want it to.

  “Gods,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can feel how hot and wet you are.”

  “I am not,” Trin denied although it was a blatant lie.

  “You are,” he growled softly. “I can feel your honey coating my cock.”

  “It isn’t!” she insisted defensively. “Be quiet and keep your fantasies to yourself!”

  Rather than making him angry, her words seemed to worry him.

  “Are you okay?” she heard him mutter. “Everything all right, Mistress?”

  “Fine. I’m fine,” Trin hissed. But her heart was pounding like it wanted to get out of her ribcage and gallop away. Wrong, this was so wrong. And yet it felt so good…so deliciously hot to feel that long, thick shaft parting her outer pussy lips to rub blatantly against her tender inner cunt and the sensitive bud of her clit. She almost felt like she could come like this with his thickness rubbing against her which was horrible—she couldn’t do something like that in public! She just couldn’t. “I’m fine,” she whispered again, trying to make herself believe it.

  “You’re lying,” he muttered. “I can hear your pulse racing and feel your heart pounding. This situation is really bothering you—admit it.”

  “Well, this is…it’s not…I never…” Trin couldn’t even go on. She had no words for the swirling confusion filling her right now.

  “It’s all right.” He rubbed her back soothingly, while being careful not to move anything below the waist. “I know it feels strange but it’s only once and it’s only for tonight. You’re all right, Trin—you can do this.”

  He’s right. It’s just once…just to get this deal done. And no one back home has to know about it.

  Trin felt a surge of gratitude for the big Havoc for bringing her back to herself. She lifted her chin and stopped staring at the mesmerizing and obscene sight of his shaft pressed against her pussy, the thick shaft parting her pussy lips and rubbing against her slick core. I’m the captain of a star ship, a businesswoman, occasionally a diplomat. I’ve dealt with strange foreign customs before—I can deal with this too.