Training the Warrior (13 page)

The broad head pushed against the opening
of her channel. She placed her palms on his chest and stroked the flat, hard
muscles, then trailed her fingers up over his thick shoulders before running
her hands down to grip the bulging muscles of his upper arms. She raised her
legs and wrapped her thighs around the narrowest part of his waist. Open and
ready for him, she dug her fingernails into his swollen biceps just as he
thrust once into her, burying his cock completely within her wet sheath. He let
out a deep groan of relief. Her channel stretched to accommodate him, bathing
his needy shaft with a gush of new moisture while his responding growl warned
Lydia of what was about to happen next.

Conner slowly thrust at first. His speed
increased as she clawed his arms and moaned in delight. He rolled his hips to
change the angle slightly. Lydia gasped. He filled her, stretching her wide.
Each slamming stroke he took seemed to bury his cock deeper within her. One
second he was buried inside her, teasing her cervix. In the next instant, as he
pulled back, the broad head of his shaft slid over a spot that radiated
pleasure all the way through her. He thrust back, grinding his pelvic bone
against her clit as he sank deep once again. She wouldn’t last much longer. Her
pleasure was skyrocketing while he seemed to be hitting his stride. He thrust
fast, bringing her to the edge of release. A louder growl rumbled deep in his
chest, letting her know he wouldn’t be far behind. She tightened her legs
around his hips as another quaking orgasm shot through her.

Lydia shouted, “Conner, yes! Oh yes!”

He roared as he came. His hips jerked with
each shot of cum that burst from him. The hot jets bathed her inner channel.
Conner roared again before he was finished. He was drenched with sweat and
panting as he rolled off her and fell to his side, but he grabbed her up
against him and held on to her almost desperately. Lydia didn’t resist.
Instead, she snuggled closer and rested her head against one massive bicep.

She turned to face him. He stared back at
her, his expression guarded. Lydia smiled, and his lips quirked up at each
corner in response. Burrowing her face between the bed and his cheek, she
reached her goal—his ear.

“You’ve given me great pleasure, Conner,”
she whispered.

He stiffened, but gave no other sign he’d
heard her. Instead, he rolled to his back and drew her with him, draping her
over his body. She let him pull her head down closer to his mouth. Once his
lips were against her ear, she knew what he intended. They were hidden by the
curtain of her hair falling around them.

“You aren’t like the Tauran females.” He
spoke just below a whisper, obviously trying to avoid discovery or punishment
for breaking the rules. “Your cream is sweeter. You fit my cock tighter than a
glove. You have pretty eyes. They’re the color of the forests of my home world.
I want to pleasure you again as soon as you’re ready.”

Great big, giant, silver-tongued warrior
devil.
She
liked his compliments. They were quite charming. And he wanted her again.
Judging from the rigid length of heavy flesh pressing against one of her
thighs, he was already ahead of her. As Lydia pressed against his chest, he
allowed her to move out of his arms. His eager expression was her reward when
she slid down his body and encompassed his hard cock deep within her soaked
channel. His sweet compliments had fanned her desire.

She rode him while he stroked her breasts,
alternately tugging at her nipples and flicking them with his fingers. The
combination was slowly bringing her passion to a boil. He thrust his hips
upward as she came down on him. They both groaned in unison. Lydia rammed her
body up and down, sliding the entire length of his thick cock inside her faster
and faster. His hands left her breasts and gripped her hips, adding his
strength to her movements. She gazed down at him. His eyes were melted copper,
passionate and wanting. Her head fell back as she neared release. Conner shoved
one of his hands down to where they were joined and stroked his fingers against
her clit. The added sensation was all she needed. She fell into orgasmic pieces
around his cock. The muscles of her vaginal channel clamped around him, making
it hard for her to move.

In that instant, Conner seemed to explode
beneath her, thrusting upward with powerful strokes until he too roared out
loud as he came. His hot cum pumped inside her, soaking her already dripping
pussy with the juices of his passion. Lydia collapsed on top him.

Conner wasn’t finished. He rolled over and
rose onto his knees. Before Lydia knew what was happening, he flipped her over
onto her stomach. She started to get up to her hands and knees, but he grabbed
her by the hips and lifted her up to meet his cock. He was still hard as steel,
Lydia realized a second before he plunged his shaft deep into her sex.

She moaned in pleasure as he thrust against
her a second time to fill her completely. After that, he pulled out almost all
the way and then rammed back in. This time he didn’t stop or slow down. He
fucked her hard and long until she screamed his name, yelling for him to not
stop, to make her come over and over. Conner was an enthusiastic young warrior
with untold stamina.

Lydia rose to the challenge and surrendered
to him, letting him dominate her. As the next few hours passed, he took her in
every way he’d been taught and even invented a few different variations. He was
always gentle in his demands and held off taking his own pleasure until she
begged for him to come. And when his last shot of cum was buried deep inside
her after their latest passionate encounter, he rolled off her and stretched
out on his side. Exhausted and too tired to move on her own, she was relieved as
he snuggled closer. His body heat was comforting. They both remained motionless
for several minutes, recovering from their sexual exertion.

He threw a lethargic arm around her,
pulling her back tight against his chest as they drifted off to sleep. Her last
thought before sleep overcame her was she hoped he woke her up with at least
one more mind-blowing orgasm before their time together came to an end.

Conner didn’t disappoint. He roused her
several times, giving and taking pleasure until Lydia wondered if time had
stopped. The young warrior’s single-minded pursuit of their dual pleasure left her
completely satiated. The only time she’d ever felt that way before was with
Kern. Her mate had always given more than he took, but Conner wasn’t her mate,
not Kern. The thought gave her more comfort than sorrow now. She missed his
presence, his smell, his taste, his voice, but she never wanted to go through
the pain of losing someone she loved so much ever again. His death had caused
her mental anguish along with agonizing physical pain. Being a warrior’s
claimed mate had many advantages, but there was also a terrible dark side when
death came. The survivor suffered horribly.
Never again.

Conner shifted. His movement halted her
reminiscing. Moments before, they’d made love on their sides, facing each
other. Now he urged her over onto her back. Lydia complied with his request
without hesitation. As he kissed and nipped his way down her body, she sucked
in a sharp breath at first, then sighed contentedly as she parted her thighs
for him. She knew his destination. The young warrior was fully trained, a
credit to his teachers.

He lapped contentedly at her spent pussy as
they entered the room. The white-masked teacher cleared her throat. The sound
jerked Conner out of his languid state in an instant. Lydia couldn’t suppress a
whine of protest when his mouth lifted off her clit, robbing her of another
orgasm.

The young warrior scrambled away from Lydia
and bounded off the bed in the direction of the nearest wall. He pressed his
back against the cold stone and obediently bowed his head.

Lydia maintained her dignity much better.
She rose slowly and stood. The Giver of Pleasure handed her a clean black robe
and smiled. Lydia slipped it on without comment, but she couldn’t stop her lips
from lifting into a shy smile. Both teachers turned their attention to Conner.

“You’ve proven yourself, Young Conner,” the
Giver of Pain complimented him, using his title.

His head whipped up and he stared at the
white-masked female. He blinked once, then again before his chest filled with
pride. It was the first time any of his teachers had addressed him using his warrior
title. He glanced at Lydia. She read the emotions crossing his expressive face.
Conner was gratified and relieved all at the same time, but there was something
new directed toward her. It was adoration. If she were allowed to speak freely,
she wouldn’t know what to say to him.

The Giver of Pleasure spoke. “After we
leave, the handlers will provide everything you’ll need before they escort you
out of the citadel. Is there anything you’d like to say to the female you’ve
pleasured?”

“Yes, teacher.”

Conner stepped away from the wall and
approached Lydia. He wasn’t allowed to speak until he was directly in front of
her. His cock jutted out, straining toward the front of her robe. She had to
tilt her head back to look up at him. She could sense he desperately wanted to
touch her, but he kept his hands clasped behind his back. A soft growl of
frustration rumbled in his chest. She gave him an encouraging smile and waited
for him to speak.

“Will you tell me your real name?”

Apparently, the warriors talked about their
experiences. Somehow Conner had found out the Tauran teachers didn’t always
tell them their actual names.

“My true name is Lydia, Young Conner.” It
was all she was allowed to say to him, but she nodded, trying to reassure him
she wasn’t lying.

“I am grateful,” he responded as he’d been
instructed. He immediately backed away, but his worshipful gaze lingered on
her.

“The teachers wish you success in battle
training. We’ll follow your progress with great interest, Young Conner.”

“I give the teachers my undying respect.”
He spoke the words as if proclaiming a vow.

“We are honored to serve,” they both
responded.

The teachers herded Lydia from the room,
leaving Young Conner alone to await his handlers.

Chapter Seven

Three months later

The mirror reflected her new status. Lydia
stared at her image, almost afraid to believe she’d at long last shed the red
robe of an initiate and now wore the light blue one of a teacher. She was a
Giver of Pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel just a little proud of her
accomplishment. She was a human female from Earth, an unknown planet outside of
the Tauran Empire. And just the fact she’d carved out a place of honor for
herself in an alien world was astounding.

For the next six months, Lydia would
partner with another teacher who was adept at the art of giving punishment.
While teaching a young warrior how to pleasure a female, she would learn how to
apply discipline and wield pain. Mastering the art of punishment was more
difficult than pleasure, but the young warriors couldn’t be trained properly
without consequences or threat of reprimand. Lydia had seen firsthand how useless
one was without the other.

Sexual gratification was what the newly-bladed
warriors craved more than anything. It was what they had to have to suppress
the rage that followed their blading. Pleasure subdued it. Punishment, applied
judiciously, taught them to seek sexual pleasure in a proper manner, which was
never by force. Forceful dominance of a female was the gravest offense. Be
gentle, cause no pain. Either admonition was a teacher’s never ending chant to
her larger-than-life pupil.

Just the idea of instructing a rutting young
warrior in the ways of seduction in order to achieve his own sexual
gratification seemed a little unfair to Lydia. Most humanoid females became
helpless targets for the warriors, but it was a necessary evil. If the teachers
had to release a small horde of giant sexy predators out into the empire then
she intended to be the best teacher she could be in order to assure no female
would ever be physically harmed by them.

Lydia lifted the hood of her robe to cover
her head. She slipped a black mask in place on her face. The one she liked the
most was fashioned to fit like a pair of glasses. Comfortable earpieces held it
snug. It covered her from the top of her forehead all the way down to the tip
of her nose. The eye slits were large, giving her an open field of vision. It
stopped just beneath her cheekbones, leaving the bottom portion of her face
exposed. The exterior was smooth and plain. No decoration of any kind was
allowed, but somehow the makers always managed to give the masks a definite
feminine appearance.

Lydia struck a few poses, liking what she
saw reflected in the mirror. Okay, so she wouldn’t make the cover of
Vogue
,
but she was a teacher now. Satiny light blue robe and black mask that framed
her green eyes, she was dressed the part, at least. For once in her life she
was glad her lips were slightly on the pouty side. She immediately scolded
herself for thinking and acting like a vain simpleton. Her students weren’t
interested in seeing anything other than her body from her boobs to her thighs.

Get a grip, Lydia,
she snarked,
aiming the silent order at her mirror image.