Exiled

  She was wearing another Yonnite dress—a black and white one this time, which opened just above the navel to reveal her crotch. Wispy little black and white panties of the same pattern were also visible when she spread her legs. Lissa pulled them to one side and began to fumble with the silver rod but Saber could see at once there was a problem.

  “Wait a minute.” He took the rod from her gently and looked into her eyes. “Are you even wet enough to take that?”

  “I…I don’t know.” Lissa bit her lip. “I think…I guess I just wanted to get it over with.”

  “I do too,” Saber admitted. “And I’m sure once we get down to the, uh, actual act, it will go pretty fast. But I don’t want you hurting yourself just because you’re upset.”

  “All right.” She took a deep breath. “I’m just so…so nervous.”

  “Don’t be.” Saber cupped her cheek. “It’s not going to be a big deal—we won’t let it be a big deal. Once we get you comfortable wearing the rod you’ll put it in me, thrust a couple of times, I’ll finish and that will be it. All right?”

  “I guess…” She still looked troubled.

  “Just relax,” he said softly. “And let me get you ready. Here—lay back on the bed with your legs hanging down.”

  Lissa did as he ordered and Saber sat on the floor between her legs. “Now,” he murmured, “Let’s get you out of these panties.”

  She let him take them off, then spread her legs and said in a trembling voice, “All right…put it in.”

  “Not yet.” Saber cupped her bare sex in his hand, feeling her heat and the way she shivered under his touch. “Not yet, amalla. I told you, I have to get you ready. Have to get you wet and hot enough to take this.”

  He brushed the head of the silver rod against her inner thigh and Lissa jumped and moaned.

  “Saber…please. What are you going to do?”

  “Well, first of all, I’m going to get you good and wet.” Leaning down, he nuzzled her with his lips, kissing her pussy softly but thoroughly until he felt her start to move against his mouth.

  “Oh, Saber,” she moaned softly. “I can’t help it…when you kiss me like that…”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He kissed her again, this time spreading her outer lips with his thumbs and sucking her clit as well. “Because I love it.”

  “You do?” She looked down at him uncertainly.

  “Hell, yes,” Saber assured her. “Your scent is so sweet and warm and you taste so good…salty and hot. Not to mention the sounds you make when I taste you.” Keeping her pussy spread open, he kissed her again, loving the breathless little cry she gave in return. Goddess, he could do this all night. But a slight noise from the speaker in the corner reminded him he didn’t have all night. He needed to get Lissa used to the rod, used to the idea of having it inside her so they could get this done.

  Who’s going to get you used to having it inside you? demanded a sarcastic little voice in his head but Saber did his best to ignore it. This is no big deal, he insisted to himself. It will probably take no time at all to finish up and get out of here. We’ll get the scroll and leave this benighted planet and never think about what had to be done to get it again. Then he turned his attention to the matter at hand.

  “Okay now, Lissa,” he murmured, finding the switch that turned the vibe on her side of the rod on. “I’m going to use this on you just a little to get you used to it.”

  “All…all right,” she whispered. “I guess that’s okay.”

  “Good. Just a little at first,” Saber promised. He touched the vibrating head of the rod to her open pussy and Lissa nearly jumped off the bed.

  “Oh! That felt really…really good.” She looked down at Saber, breathing hard. “Is that normal?”

  He smiled. “I think so. I take it this is the first time you’ve used one of these?”

  “Of course.” Lissa looked scandalized. “I’m a priestess—remember?”

  She looked more like a sexual goddess to Saber. He loved the picture she made, all spread out on the bed, her pink pussy wet and swollen from the teasing of his tongue and the vibrating rod. She looked incredibly hot…and also much more relaxed, which was good. She needed to be open and calm in order to do this. So did he, for that matter. It was a good thing he felt perfectly fine with this whole thing or he’d be really upset right now. And he really did, he told himself firmly. He felt good—everything was going to be fine, honestly. Who are you trying to convince? the sarcastic little voice murmured. Saber pushed it away.

  “Again,” he said. This time he touched the vibrating rod to her pussy and held it there, right against the side of her little pink clit.

  “Oh! Oh, Saber!” Lissa was twitching her hips from side to side, making it hard for him to stay in place and her breasts were heaving. “Oh Goddess!” she moaned. “Oh please!”

  Just as it looked like she was going to come, Saber withdrew the rod and placed it at the entrance to her pussy instead.

  “Inside you now, amalla,” he murmured. “Nice and slow.”

  Gently he slipped the flared silver head past the entrance of her pussy and then he pressed up and in, slowly sliding the long shaft to the very end. There was a bump in the middle of the rod, between the two halves, and he could feel it vibrating against his fingers as he slipped the silver shaft all the way into her. Another vibe. Probably to stimulate her clit while she fucks me, he thought, feeling weirdly calm about the idea.

  Lissa was still moaning softly but she showed no discomfort when the silver rod reached the end of her channel. Instead she looked down at Saber, as he secured the black straps around her thighs.

  “I…Saber?” she asked softly and he looked up.

  “Yes, amalla?”

  “It still feels really good. I…I don’t know how to feel about that.”

  “About what?”

  Lissa shifted, as though getting the rod settled more comfortably inside herself. “About, you know, feeling good while I…while I take you.”

  “I’d much rather you had pleasure than pain,” Saber told her truthfully. “It’s all right if you feel good, you know that. Now come on…” He patted the side of the bed. “Stand up and walk around. Get used to it.”

  Lissa did as he said, looking unsure of herself at first. “It keeps shifting around inside me,” she said at last, moving her hips experimentally. “It feels…strange but good.”

  “Good to be filled?” Saber murmured, wondering if he would feel the same way. Of course not, he told himself uneasily. Just because that bitch Lady Pope’nose is making me do this doesn’t mean she can make me enjoy it. This is going to be a strictly in and out, one time only event and it probably won’t even last two minutes. Afterward we’ll forget about it and get back to our lives.

  “Just…good.” Lissa looked at him uncertainly. “Um…how do I look?”

  Actually, she looked damn hot, although he found it hard to admit. Not just because she was beautiful—which she certainly was. But the sight of that slender silver rod rising from between her thighs seemed to do something to his insides. Saber had no idea what it was until he looked down at himself and realized he had an erection. Damn it, this couldn’t be turning him on, could it?

  It’s just because she looks so hot in that Yonnite dress that shows everything, he tried to tell himself but he wasn’t completely sure that was true.

  “You look beautiful,’ he said, answering her question and trying to quell his own internal worries at the same time. “Uh, but it might be easier to do this without the dress.”

  “Good point.” Lissa slipped off the bulky black and white dress, which left her wearing nothing but the rod. To Saber’s dismay, the sight of her completely naked and about to fuck him made his cock even harder. Goddess, they needed to get this done before he lost himself entirely in this weird scenario.

  “I…I think we’d better get going,” he said quietly.

  “All right.” Lissa still looked uncertain. “Saber, please…I?
??m still not sure I can do this.”

  “Yes, you can. You have to.” Saber took both her hands in his and kissed them gently. Then he took a deep breath and murmured, “Mistress, I submit.”

  “Saber?”

  She made his name a question but he only stroked her cheek and kissed her. Then he walked to the end of the bed, slipped out of the tight slave trousers, and lay down across it. Burying his head in his arms, he spread his thighs and repeated, “Mistress, I submit. Take me.”

  * * * * *

  A part of Lissa melted when she heard those words in his deep, soft voice. Goddess, he really was going to let her do this. He really was going to open himself for her penetration and give himself to her the way Lissa had always fantasized giving herself to him. She couldn’t help admiring the sleek, muscular lines of his body as he lay open for her and she felt a surge of adrenaline—it was the same way she had felt the first time she jerked him off. When she’d ordered him to lie on the bed with his arms above his head and let her touch him and make him come.

  What’s wrong with you? You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, Lissa chided herself guiltily. But there was part of her—a part buried so deep it felt like a stranger inside her—that loved the feeling of dominance, the rush of power she got from having such a strong, fearless warrior make himself vulnerable to her.

  She started to go over to the bed and then remembered Lady Pope’nose’s advice about lubrication. Saber had made sure she was wet enough to take the rod inside herself—she could do no less for him.

  The silver rod bounced as she walked, shifting inside her in a way that was both hot and a little frightening. Lissa had never had anything bigger than Saber’s fingers inside her before and though the silver rod wasn’t much wider, it still filled her in a much more substantial way. It made her wonder what having his shaft inside her would feel like.

  Just the thought of that made her blush although she supposed her embarrassed reaction was silly. After all, just look what they were about to do!

  But it’s not going to be a big deal, she told herself firmly. Lady Pope’nose is so full of herself she thinks she can ruin our love. Well, she can’t. Like Saber says, it will be short and over before we know it. There’s no reason that him submitting to me this way has to change us. And it’s not really even submission—it’s just an act.

  She found the small tube of lubricant where Lady Pope’nose had said it would be and brought it over to the end of the bed where Saber was still lying on his stomach, waiting for her. He was quiet but she could see the tension in his big body—his muscles were knotted and tight and his jaw was clenched. He jumped when Lissa touched him on the small of his back and then laughed nervously.

  “Sorry. Guess I’m a little jumpy.”

  “Saber,” she began. “Are you sure—?”

  “Yes.” He shifted on the bed, as though trying to get more comfortable. “We have to. Just…be careful. I’ve never had, uh, anything up there before.”

  “I know you haven’t. You know I’ll treat you gently.” It felt odd to be the strong one, to be the one reassuring Saber instead of the other way around. And yet, somehow it felt right too.

  I could do this, Lissa found herself thinking. I could be a mistress like Lady Sha’rak and all the rest of the females who live here. Not all the time, maybe, but in the bedroom. I could be kind and gentle and calm, just the way Saber is with me.

  Gently she stroked his back and the rounded curves of his ass, admiring his big, muscular form and soothing him as she might a wild animal she wanted to tame.

  “It’s all right, Moch Daer,” she murmured as she stroked him. “I promise it’s going to be all right.”

  Saber gave another half strangled laugh. “I thought that was my line.”

  “It is—most of the time,” Lissa said lightly. “But this time it’s mine.” She stroked his lower back and let her fingers trail lightly between his spread cheeks. “I’m going to use some lubrication on you now to…to get you ready. Is that all right?”

  “Yeah.” His jaw clenched again. “Go ahead—do it.”

  “All right.” Lissa squirted a generous amount of the slippery clear jelly onto her fingers and stroked between his cheeks again. She let one fingertip slip down and trace his nether entrance, just as she had the night she was playing “mistress” with him.

  Saber jumped and gave a muffled curse.

  Lissa pulled back at once. “I’m sorry—did I hurt you?”

  “No. It’s just…cold.” He turned his head to look at her. “Go ahead and, uh, stick it in now, okay?”

  “I need to get you ready first!” Lissa objected. “I need to open you up—stretch you a little bit.” She circled his tight rosebud again. “I promise I’ll be gentle,” she murmured. “Just try to relax.”

  “I’m trying.” He took a deep breath and seemed to force himself to go limp against the pillows. “All right, go ahead.”

  Lissa stroked his entrance again, this time inserting the tip of her finger. Saber shifted but didn’t say anything, which made her brave enough to go further. Slowly, she slid the rest of her finger into him, watching to make sure he wasn’t in any pain.

  “Is this all right?” she murmured and he nodded and gave a muffled assent.

  “Good.” She spent some time sliding her finger gently in and out and then decided it was time to add another. Saber made no protest, though his face was closed and his eyes were tightly shut.

  “Relax,” Lissa murmured, scissoring her fingers gently to stretch him. “Relax, Moch Daer.”

  “Trying…to.” His deep voice was hoarse but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. To the contrary, when she looked between his legs, Lissa could see that his heavy shaft was erect and brushing against the mattress.

  She didn’t know what she had expected to find when she penetrated him but Saber was tight and hot inside—it was like stroking warm, wet satin. And once she was sure he wasn’t in pain, she rather liked the way he jumped and quivered when she explored him. There was one spot especially…when she pressed her fingertips against it, he moaned and rubbed his rigid shaft against the comforter. Prostate stimulation, whispered Lady Pope’nose’s voice in her brain. Was this the area she was talking about?

  “Lissa…” Saber’s voice brought her back from her speculation. “No more stretching, okay?” He sounded shaky. “I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Just…put it in.”

  “You’re sure?” Lissa removed her fingers slowly and replaced them with the bulbous head of the silver rod.

  A shiver went through Saber’s entire body and his jaw clenched again. “Yes,” he muttered, his deep voice hoarse. “Yes, just…just do it. Just fill me.”

  “All right. I’ll go slowly,” Lissa promised. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.” She added some more lubrication and pressed inward, watching as the silver rod penetrated him.

  Saber’s back arched and he gave a low groan as she took him. He seemed to be fighting to keep still, his hands clenched in the comforter and his eyes tightly closed. Lissa was anxious that she might be hurting him but he didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and lifted his hips, as though offering himself for the final penetration.

  He wants to get it over with, that’s all, Lissa told herself uneasily. But part of her—that buried mistress part—liked the way it looked. Liked the way he gave himself to her, submitting to her penetration even though it must seem strange and unnatural to him.

  “It’s all right,” she whispered as she pressed into him. “It’s all right, Saber. I’m almost there.”

  At last she was all the way in, the end of the silver rod flush with his buttocks. Lissa was pressing hard against him and she could feel the rod shift inside her as she did so. Her position also rubbed the vibrating knob in the middle of the rod against her clit, making her bite her lip and moan. Goddess, that felt good.

  A sudden rush of guilt swamped her. She shouldn’t be enjoying this! After all, Saber certainly wasn’t—or was
he? A quick peek between his legs revealed that his cock was harder than Lissa had ever seen it. Not only that but it was dripping a river of pre-cum. He’d seemed so certain that this act between them would be meaningless and quickly over. Could it be that it was affecting him more than he’d anticipated?

  “Saber?” she asked uncertainly. “Are you all right? Does it hurt?”

  “No…” He shifted his hips experimentally, causing a small part of the silver rod to slip out and then press in deep again. This time Lissa joined him in moaning—the small motion had thrust the rod into her pussy, pressing the flared head against the end of her channel and making the vibrating bump between them kiss her clit.

  “Saber?” she managed to ask. “Goddess, that’s amazing. How…how does it feel for you?”

  He muttered something she didn’t catch and she had to ask him to repeat it.

  “Good.” He spoke through gritted teeth and his fingers clenched harder in the coverlet. “Damn it, I said it feels good.”

  “Then should I…?” Lissa moved experimentally, withdrawing a little and then pressing back in until they both gasped. Goddess, she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this but there was no denying that between the rod filling her pussy and the vibe buzzing against her clit, the sensations were intense.

  “Yes.” Saber’s voice was choked and a shiver ran through his big body as he spoke. “Yes, Goddess damn it, do it. Get it over with and fuck me.”

  Lissa’s hips were already working, moving almost as though her body had a mind of its own. She braced herself on her knees and gripped his thighs, sliding the silver rod in and out of her lover in short, hard thrusts. Saber had shifted to his hands and knees as well but his head was lowered, his strong features closed as he submitted to her fucking.

  His cock was still standing at attention, the heavy shaft swaying with each thrust of the rod inside him but he showed no signs of coming yet. “There’s always manual stimulation” Lady Pope’nose’s words rang in Lissa’s memory. Should she stroke his cock while she did this? Probably so—if she wanted to make him come she would have to.