As she had told him, her back was the most painful area. The high priestess had dragged the hrakka from her shoulders to her lower back and then criss-crossed her own lines, leaving a hatch mark of stinging welts that burned when they were touched even lightly.
But Thrace’s mouth on her back didn’t hurt. Trin felt the by-now familiar tingling as his warm tongue stroked over her flesh, healing her wounds, making her whole again. The pain that had been tormenting her since the hrakka first clawed her tender skin at last disappeared completely. She gave a sign of relief and snuggled into the bed, flexing her back and lifting her hips in an unconscious gesture of relief.
Thrace, however, seemed to take a different meaning from her movements—or maybe he was simply ready to move lower.
“She hurt you here, too.” One big warm hand brushed lightly over Trin’s bare ass, making her gasp and jump.
“Yes…she did,” she admitted a bit breathlessly. “No…no place was spared.” When she turned her head, she saw him watching her.
“Can I heal you here?” he asked softly.
This time Trin felt no hesitation.
“Yes, she whispered. “Yes, please.”
“My pleasure, Mistress,” he growled softly and her heart jumped again.
“You don’t have to call me that anymore…you took off the collar,” she reminded him as he dragged his tongue over the rounded curve of her buttocks.
His eyes blazed as he licked her again. “I didn’t want to. And now I wish to show you how much I feel for you…how devoted I am.”
“And how…how do you want to show me that?” Trin whispered, still watching him as he finished healing her.
“First of all by healing all of you—your inner thighs too.” Thrace gave her a meaningful look and turned her over gently but firmly so that she was once more on her back. “Will you let me do that, Mistress? Will you allow me to heal you everywhere?”
Trin’s breath seemed to catch in her throat. Should she let him?
“Yes,” she said, not giving the mean little voice in the back of her head time to protest. “Yes, I…I want that.”
“That’s good, Mistress. Because I need to heal you now.”
Hooking his arms under her half-bent knees, Thrace dragged her to the end of the bed and sank down before her. Trin moaned as he split her wide, opening her thighs for him to expose the last of the cruel, red welts that had covered her skin.
“Oh, baby…” Thrace’s deep voice was sorrowful when he saw the evil marks of the hrakka. “This is…she really scratched you up bad. Even here.” One long finger touched briefly on Trin’s outer pussy lips and she jumped and moaned softly.
“Yes, I…I know,” she whispered. “Can…do you think you can heal me?”
“I know I can. Here more than anywhere else. And I’ll be gentle—I swear it.”
“I know you will,” Trin whispered. Daring greatly, she spread her thighs a little wider, even though the action opened her pussy lips as well. “Go on,” she breathed. “Heal me, Thrace.”
With a low groan that sounded suspiciously like her name, he leaned forward and dragged his hot, wet tongue gently over the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Trin moaned breathlessly as he bathed her thighs with his tongue, lapping gently, tracing the cruel lines to make them disappear. She could feel the cool tingling, followed by a heat that seemed to consume her like a flame—a need that was growing inside her with each caressing stroke of his tongue.
Then Thrace looked up at her, his mouth hovering just above her bare pussy mound.
“Mistress,” he growled softly. “I need to heal you here too.”
“Just…just on the outside?” she asked, feeling like her heart was racing twice as fast as it should. “Only…only where I was scratched?”
“Only there,” he promised softly. “I swear it, Mistress.”
“Yes,” Trin whispered, not letting herself consider it any further. “Yes, do it…please.”
With a low growl, he bent his head and dragged the flat of his tongue over her outer pussy lips.
Goddess! Trin moaned and fisted her hands in the blue comforter on either side of her. His mouth on her felt so hot and wet and perfect—exactly as she remembered it and yet somehow, so much more intense. Maybe it was because the healing essence he was making was causing her to be more sensitive or maybe it was just that she wanted him so much she could barely hold still. But for whatever reason, her hips were suddenly thrusting all over the bed.
Thrace let her thrust but kept a firm grip on her thighs. He kept up his steady licking and lapping, first on one side of her outer pussy lips and then the other. But then Trin’s restless movements had an unexpected effect. When the big Havoc bent to drag the flat of his tongue from the bottom of one puffy outer lip to the top of her thigh, Trin’s motions made him miss. His tongue was already extended, ready to heal her in the only way he could. But instead of landing on her outer pussy, Trin’s movement pressed it right against her center.
Her pussy lips were already swollen and hot with need, parting on their own to show her berry-dark inner cunt, slick and hot with her honey, so there was nothing to stop him. Nothing to hold him back when his tongue at last connected with her bare inner folds and dragged up to her aching clit.
Thrace groaned low in his throat and Trin moaned breathlessly as his tongue made contact with her open pussy. For a moment they both froze. Clearly, though he couldn’t bear to do it himself, Thrace expected her to pull back. And indeed, the little voice in her head was shouting that she should pull back, that this was wrong.
Not wrong, Trin told it. Not wrong with the male I love!
With a soft moan, she pressed forward instead, grinding against his tongue, pressing her pussy to his mouth as she had the first time he tasted her back on Yonnie Six.
Her motions seemed to set off something inside of Thrace. With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and surged forward, lashing her clit almost frantically with his tongue.
Trin cried out softly as his hot, wet mouth tortured her throbbing clit sweetly. She hadn’t known it up until now, but her body had been missing him—missing him terribly. Missing his warm, enveloping hugs, the strength of his hard body against hers, his dark, spicy scent…but most of all missing the pleasure he gave her when he touched her and tasted her in just the right way. As Thrace continued to bathe her clit with his tongue and lap her juices, she felt like a woman dying of thirst in the desert who has finally been given a drink of water.
Shamelessly, she wound her fingers through his hair and dragged him closer. The big Havoc came willingly, burying his face between her thighs, lapping and sucking…tracing her clit with the tip of his tongue one minute and then thrusting deep into her pussy the next to drink her honey right from the source.
It had been so long since she’d experienced pleasure instead of pain between her thighs that Trin felt herself hovering on the edge of coming almost at once. Her clit was throbbing from the way he traced it and her pussy got wetter and wetter as he licked her. But there was something she needed…something missing to push her over the edge…to finally make her come.
“Thrace!” she wailed, pulling his hair. “Thrace, I need…I need…I don’t know what I need!”
“I do.” Looking up briefly, he held up two fingers so that she could see them. “Is this what you want…what you need?”
It wasn’t exactly what she needed but Trin was still afraid to ask for that. She nodded her assent and thrust her hips towards him eagerly.
“Please,” she told him in a half-moan. “Please, yes…”
Thrace entered her smoothly with two long, thick fingers, driving to the end of her channel in one deep thrust.
Trin wailed with pleasure as she felt him pressed against the end of her channel. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and began teasing it again as he fingerfucked her open pussy, making her moan and writhe all over the bed as her orgasm at last crashed over her.
Oh Goddess, too much…too good! The pleasure peaked inside her, made all the better by his deep penetration, though she couldn’t help wishing there was something thicker inside her.