“So…youwantme to do this? I mean,really?”she asked uncertainly.
T’zaren cupped her face in his hands and kissed her—very gently—on the mouth. Lucille gave a little gasped and kissed him back hungrily.
It was the first time he had tasted her sweet lips and T’zaren lingered there for a moment, wishing he could kiss her more deeply. But at last he pulled back and looked her in the eyes again.
“I do,” he murmured. “I want to…want to give myself to you, Lucille. To let you open me—take me.Fillme.”
Just saying the words sent a rush of desire through him. Gods, he’d never dreamed of having a relationship so deep he would take the Unbreakable Vow with any female! But now that they had decided to do this, both his shafts were throbbing with anticipation.
“All right then.” Lucille lifted her chin and that familiar look of determination came over her lovely features. “I’ll do it. Not as an act of torture likeshewants it to be.” She jerked her chin at Mistress Shin’dara, who was glaring at the two of them with narrowed eyes. “But as…as an act of love. A promise between us—like you said.”
T’zaren felt his heart squeeze in his chest. Even though he hadn’t mentioned the Unbreakable Vow by name, she understood. Lucille really understood!
“Yes. Gods,yesmyS’rentha,”he growled, unable to keep the desire out of his voice. Now that the Vow was soon to become a reality, he found that his whole body was keyed up—his muscles bunching with nervous anticipation as he imagined opening for her, just as she had opened for him during Last Meal the night before. Just as he had penetrated Lucille, now she would penetrate him and then they would never be parted again.
“Well? Are you finished making up your mind?” Mistress Shin’dara demanded acidly.
“We are.” Lucille looked up at her. “We’ll do it. But after we’re finished, we take thedimrieland go. Agreed?”
A smile curved the Twainer’s thin lips again.
“Agreed,” she purred. “Let’s see you both put on a show.”
FORTY-TWO
LUCY
Lucy’s stomach was a mass of butterflies as she watched the preparations being made in the Throne Room. Mistress Shin’dara had demanded that the servants bring something called a “Penetration Arch” and the accompanying accoutrements and now the whole room was a beehive of activity as the guards rushed to obey her orders.
T’zaren was still sitting calmly in front of Lucy’s chair with one big, warm hand wrapped loosely around her leg. He might be enjoying a day at the beach, his face was so serene. It was as though he had made peace with the decision they had made together—but Lucy didn’t feel peaceful at all!
How can he be so calm when he’s about to let me fuck him in front of a room full of strangers?she wondered desperately. She wasn’t even sure what the name for this act was. Pegging? Was that it? It certainly wasn’t something you saw much of in popular TV shows or movies or read about in romance books. Popular culture on Earth suggested that the man was supposed to be the giver and the woman was the receiver. You just didn’t see things reversed very often.
Lucy knew lots of people might see the fact that T’zaren was going to let her strap on a shaft to fuck him as weakness, but she thought it was quite the opposite. It took incredible strength for him to open himself like this—to let himself be this vulnerable, especially in front of so many people. He was so big and strong—a mountain of alien muscle—yet he was going to let a short, curvy girl from Earth penetrate him and fuck him until she made him come.
It was almost more than she could wrap her mind around.
Well, you’d better come to terms with it pretty quick,a little voice whispered in her head.Look—they’ve got the arch up already!
The “Penetration Arch” as Mistress Shin’dara had called it, was a metal structure with heavy weights at the bottom to hold it in place—it took six guards just to bring it in. It was at least ten feet tall which was probably a good thing, since T’zaren was seven feet tall himself and would presumably have his hands stretched over his head.
Lucy was pretty sure of this because she saw two thick leather cuffs connected by chains dangling from the underside of the top of the arch. There was also a sturdy-looking, adjustable step stool—Lucy thought that was where she was supposed to stand when she did the deed. Otherwise, there was no way she could reach the big Monstrum and get into the right position for what they had to do. They—
“Here you are, my Lady,” a familiar voice said in her ear.
Lucy turned to see the seamstress standing there with a large leather case in her arms.
“Oh, um, hi,” she said awkwardly. It seemed strange to talk to someone she felt like she knew at this moment. The guards were pretty much strangers but the seamstress felt more like an acquaintance, due to their interaction that morning.
“My Lady, I have your shaft,” the seamstress murmured.
She flipped open the lid of the leather case revealing a strange looking thing that Lucy didn’t recognize at first. Then she realized what she was seeing.
“It’s…a double headed dildo,” she whispered at last.
It was—a sleek gold one that looked like it was made of some flexible but firm material. The two heads were of unequal size. There was a shorter one that had a fan-shaped wedge at its base. It was connected to a thicker, longer shaft that looked positively scary.
“It’s a double shaft, my Lady,” the seamstress said. “The shorter end fits inside yourself—it’ll hold in place because of the grip technology of thepentha-sleek material it’s made of. The other end goes into your manservant.”