Part 15 (1/2)

”No, Mistress-you need to wear this. All right?”

”I...all right.” Trin could hear the hesitation in her own mental voice and she tried to make it stronger. ”All right,” she sent again. ”Do it, Thrace-I trust you.”

”I am honored by your trust, Mistress.”

Still lapping gently at her wet, open folds, he pressed the heart's blood phallus slowly inside her. Trin bit her lip to hold back a moan as it stretched her inner walls. Of course, it wasn't nearly as big as Thrace's shaft but still it felt alien inside her-subtly wrong somehow.

”It feels like that because it's not me,” Thrace a.s.sured her, still licking and kissing her gently. ”But remember, it's going to connect us in a moment. It will join us together intimately.”

”And...you're sure you're all right with this? You still want to do it?” she sent as he seated the thick phallus completely inside her, to the hilt.

”Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Thrace promised her. He placed another soft kiss on her throbbing c.l.i.t and looked up at her. ”Are you ready?” he asked aloud.

”Are you?” Trin demanded in a slightly shaky voice.

In answer, he got off his knees and began to strip. Trin watched with a pounding heart as his naked, muscular body was revealed. G.o.ddess, he was a work of art-all hard angles and lines and thick, supple musculature. His c.o.c.k was hard, probably from tasting her, thrusting out from between his thighs. Her eyes fastened to the thick shaft and she couldn't look away. G.o.ddess, she wanted him so much. Wanted to feel him in her.

”I want to feel you in me too,” he murmured through their link.

Trin looked at him uncertainly. ”Really?”

He nodded. ”Really. I...” He cleared his throat. ”I want to submit to you-want to give myself completely the way you give yourself to me when you allow me to open you with my shaft.”

”Oh, Thrace...” She was sitting up now, looking at him. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to cup his rough cheek.

”I love you, Mistress,” he murmured hoa.r.s.ely and planted a soft kiss in the middle of her palm. Then he climbed onto the bed with her. Going to the head of the bed, he propped up the pillows and half sat, half lay against them.

Trin knew what that meant-it was time. She crawled on her hands and knees towards him, excruciatingly aware of how the heart's-blood phallus was s.h.i.+fting within her with every movement. There were no straps to hold it on but none were needed. One of the properties of the heart's blood was that it was made of an intuitive material-it wouldn't leave her until she was ready for it to.

Thrace's eyes seemed to be glued to the phallus as she moved. At first, Trin wondered if he had changed his mind.

”No, Mistress-I haven't changed my mind about opening to you.”

In a final gesture of submission, he spread his legs for her, welcoming her in.

Trin had a sudden thought.

”We need some lube-something to ease the way.”

”Already taken care of,” Thrace a.s.sured her in a low growl. ”I wanted to be completely ready when the time came. So just do it, Mistress-just take me.”

”I...” Trin got into position between his legs but she still wasn't sure. There was so much in the past that should have made this act of sacrifice on his part impossible...so much pain and hurt and betrayal.

But Thrace seemed calm-at least outwardly. He simply kept his eyes trained on her and nodded slowly as she pressed the golden tip of the phallus to his nether entrance.

Trin was poised at the point of no return and she knew it. With one swift thrust, she could be inside him to the hilt, tying the two of them together closer than ever before...Or maybe tearing the two of you apart, whispered a cautious little voice in her brain. How do you know? How can you know until it's too late?

”Trin...Mistress...” Thrace's deep voice pulled her out of her worried contemplation. She looked up to meet his eyes and saw nothing but love there.

”Thrace,” she whispered, looking at him earnestly. ”Thrace I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure? Are you really sure?”

Slowly, he nodded.

”Yes, Mistress,” he rumbled, holding her eyes with his. ”Anything for you. Even this. Especially this. Take me-please.”

Biting her lip, Trin did as he said. Using her hips, she thrust slowly forward, sliding the golden end of the double-headed phallus deep inside him. Then she waited to see the result.

For a moment-a long moment-Thrace closed his eyes. He took some long, slow, deep breaths and Trin heard him mutter under his breath, ”Not the Master. It's Trin...it's all right because it's Trin.”

”Thrace?” she whispered uncertainly. ”Thrace, I can pull out if you need me to. If you want just say so.”

At last he opened his eyes.

”Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out low and hoa.r.s.e with emotion. ”I...I submit to you and offer my neck for your collar. I will serve you until I die or until you set me free.”

”Oh, Thrace...” Trin reached out to stroke his cheek. The movement thrust the golden end of the phallus deeper into his body and the heart's-blood end deeper into her p.u.s.s.y. They both groaned and Trin saw his long, thick c.o.c.k twitch and a droplet of prec.u.m appeared on its broad tip.

She stared at it in wonder as she reached to take the thick, pulsing shaft in her hand. It felt hot and velvety in her palm and Thrace gave a low groan as she stroked him from root to tip. Was it possible that he wasn't just enduring this? That it was actually turning him on?

”Of course it's f.u.c.king turning me on-it's you inside me. Or as close as we can get anyway,” he murmured through their link.

Experimentally, Trin pulled out an inch or two and thrust in again, making him gasp and lift his hips to meet her as she stroked his shaft again.

”That's right,” he growled, looking up at her, his silver-blue eyes blazing. ”That's right, Mistress-do it again. f.u.c.k me. f.u.c.k me while I say the words.”

”All right.” Biting her lip hard, Trin pulled back and thrust into him again...and again...and again. Now that she knew he was really all right with this, she could feel her own pleasure beginning to grow again. There was a broad golden disk between the two halves of the phallus which was studded with little nubs. With each thrust, they rubbed hard against the tender b.u.t.ton of her c.l.i.t, stimulating her as she moved. She moaned breathlessly as jolt after jolt of pleasure went through her and Thrace answered her with low cries of his own as she continued to stroke his shaft.

”Mistress,” he gasped, looking into her eyes as Trin moved within him. ”I will belong to you body and soul. I will protect you with my life...s.h.i.+eld you from harm in times of danger, and...and pleasure you in times of peace.”

”Oh, Thrace,” she moaned, stroking him harder even as she speeded up her tempo. ”Oh, G.o.ddess...”

But he wasn't quite done yet. His eyes seemed to be nothing but silver fire as he said the last words.

”Mistress,” he groaned, ”To the last drop of my blood, I...am...yours.”

Trin gave a final thrust and felt the pleasure that had been building inside her peak. But it wasn't just pleasure-there was a profound sense of oneness-a feeling that came through the link she shared with the big Havoc and seemed to consume her completely.

Together, she thought. We'll always be together now. Nothing can separate us. We're one.

”We're one,” she heard him echoing her thought. ”The Deep Bonding has occurred. We are one.”

”Oh G.o.ddess, Thrace, I love you!” With a low moan, she pressed the phallus as hard as she could inside him and held it there, allowing the intense waves of sensation to wash over her as she clung to him, like a drowning woman might cling to a solid rock to keep from being swept out to sea. Thrace held her tight as they rode out her o.r.g.a.s.m together, stroking her back and murmuring how much he loved her, how right it felt to give himself this way.

At last the intense o.r.g.a.s.m was over and she was able to pull out of him, removing the heart's blood phallus from his body though it was still nested snugly inside her own. Panting, she tried to regain her composure.

”G.o.ddess,” she whispered weakly. ”That was...I didn't know it could be like that!”

”There's another way it can be,” he growled softly.

”Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow at him.