Continuing Education,, Part 1 · Part 2 (2/2)
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27;s and another's — the new voice low and quiet. He strained to make sense of what they said, but could determine nothing.
After waiting for several seconds, he pulled his shirttails out of his trousers and hesitantly tugged the shirt off over his head. Cool air struck his slim chest. His previous boldness had begun to dissipate, and he began to wonder what she had planned, and what form any reprisals would take. She would take up his challenge, he was sure of it, and he hoped he could bear whatever she put to him. A slight tug, and his hands moved down his hips; he felt the fabric of his trousers sliding along his skin as they fell to the floor. He was again as he once was — unclothed and uncertain, in his collar, on her ship and at her mercy.
Gathering himself, he promised that it would not be so… one- sided this time, but it was easier to be bold and promise her a new pupil in his mind three months ago, he safe and clothed and sitting in his quarters, than it was now. His certainty vanished like snow on hot ground when she entered again with her assistant…
… and he was now enduring the overload of sensation that this newest lesson — or the beginnings of one — had brought. Writhing blindly, the floor cold and hard against his back, he felt his spine curve as the moist warmth enveloped him further. His wrists were seized and held, not confined but merely held, a reminder of his bound status. A nimble tongue traced out the outlines of the head of his sex, and he felt every movement of it, each slow, deliberate millimeter's worth. Pulses ran shuddering through him from there, and the soft mouth took him in completely, and pulled back, took him in yet again, and pulled away again, seeming to know exactly what he wanted.
The other mouth was against his neck, almost unbearably sensitized, and the firm and gentle hands seemed everywhere else. His wrists were pinned against his sides; he badly wanted to bring his hands to the head of the unknown person pleasing him so wonderfully and could not. Expressions of gratitude were confined to his soft voice, wordless, growing stronger as the overload continued.
He turned his head, felt smooth thick hair against his cheek, and understood with a shock of pleasure that Rala was the one pleasing him, taking him in, teasing and delighting him. The realization coursed through him like hot fire, making him throb even harder, the tension and horrible ache tripling. In his mind's eye, he could see himself, abandoned and twisting, on the floor with his Lady's mouth on his, and Rala at his hips — his body arching, even his expression. It was etched on his eyes as if in glass.
He could hear himself moaning.
Voices sang in his mind, and he felt the mouth at him retreat completely. His teeth clenched in frustration, but he recalled the final lesson of his last time with his Lady — patience. Limber fingers stroked at him, keeping him aroused while other fingers, both mouths, concentrated on the rest of his body, awakening every nerve, every square centimeter of skin. Gradually, strong hands began kneading him, relaxing him, one set working at his thighs, another at his shoulders; he felt a wet warmth at his stomach and knew his Lady to be straddling him, her firm hands working the muscles in his chest. Slowly, the tension and mad wanting he felt began to ebb into a melting feeling. Soft lips kissed at his genitals, and he started at them and at the warm tongue that traced out the textures of his inner thighs, also being kneaded by firm, strong fingers.
The moist warmth at his stomach departed, and he was just barely conscious of being lifted from the floor and held against a strong hard chest. Rala again, his strong arms supporting Julian, taking him to something he knew not what. His own arms now free, he wrapped them around Rala's chest, holding himself more closely to his Lady's assistant, his mouth and body sweet and shockingly different, shockingly the same. He felt also his Lady's hand at him, keeping him aroused and rigid, while he buried his face in Rala's warm flesh, pulling himself up to run his eager tongue over the other man's neck. He felt Rala's head turn to face him and his hand ran over the other man's cheek and neck.
Again, the sweet mouth was on his, gently devouring, the moist probing tongue against his lips. Hungrily, he lifted himself in Rala's arms further, pushing the man's face against his while their mouths pressed together.
A voice was at his ear, and he gasped, turning his head blindly. "Doctor," it whispered, the sensuous voice of his Lady, "you learn quickly, my beauty." Another gentle kiss against his cheekbone, another soft set of lips to toy with. He felt his body against something soft as he was laid on his back on the bed that he had been seeing for so long in his dreams. The blindfold was removed, and he opened his eyes to Rala beside him, releasing him from his arms. Of its own volition, his hand moved to touch the other man's pert sex, close by his head and so like his own.
A smile crept over his face as he gazed at this, delighted in some part of himself he could not name, amazed at this so like his own body. Out of the corner of his eye, Julian could see his Lady smiling on them both; now, though, he had eyes only for Rala. An unspoken current of understanding, mutuality, flowed between them. "Like me," he murmured. Rala nodded, and as he gently touched Julian as well, replied with a tender smile, "Like me, as well, Doctor." The smile grew into impishness, and Julian returned it.
He turned his head to see his Lady, watching them both with a delighted expression on her face. "My pupils," she said, low and rich. "You must spend some time alone as well." She sat back against the headboard; Julian could close his eyes and still feel it against his chest like icy fire the time she had disciplined him. "But for now, Doctor, we must begin the lesson." He sat up, and she took the chain of his collar on her hands, not bothering to bind his wrists to it. "Your hands may remain free this time, Doctor," and she shared a look with Rala that he could not decipher.
"What is this lesson to be?" he asked as she placed her hands on him, pulling him toward her until he was facing her; Rala was behind him, and warmth began like a little fire in his chest and spread out at the feel of her hands on his hips and Rala's at his waist.
She shook her head as she faced the men. "You will see." He cocked his head at her.
"I will see?"
"Yes." Her hands rose from his hips to run over him and her eyes became lost for a moment. "I had forgotten. Oh, I had forgotten… " she said quietly, almost to herself, as she felt his skin under her fingers, saw his slender body before her, a slim and graceful caramel sculpture — hard chest, beautiful tense stomach, his hips and thighs only slightly lighter in color than the rest of him and giving the impression of buttery cream, his long graceful arms and legs, and… Her lips were at his neck, his willow slim neck, long and sensuous, and she nearly moaned as she inhaled his scent and found herself carried back months ago to the last time she had buried her face in him.
She pulled him to her more closely, and he felt Rala tilting his hips forward with his hands. He, too, was drinking in the scent of her, letting it touch his memories and arouse them. Her skin was against his, and he could feel her moving underneath him. He felt as well, with an electric thrill of anticipation, Rala behind and against him, gently rubbing himself against the soft skin there. His hands tightened in his Lady's hair, and his eyes closed as he fell forward into the want. Strong man's hands ran lightly over his outer thighs, caressing every curve, and Julian again felt himself pulsing and felt the thirst begin.
He wanted to say something, to express this, but could not — could not think of who to tell, which one's sensations against him and all over him were the more delicious. In the end, he simply sighed, softly and lightly, and just let the pleasure and anticipation wash over him and take him.
Rala's soft undulations were growing more forceful. Julian matched them, feeling the two bodies against his, the two warm bodies. Opening his eyes, he saw his Lady silently reach to her bedside and take two little jars; one he recognized, one he had never seen. With no further preamble, she took his hips firmly and guided him with infinite slowness into her. The faintest of liquid sounds accompanied her movement, and he could only gasp when she stopped short, allowing only the head of his rigid sex into her.
He watched her silently, questions in his dark eyes, but the inquiring expression on his face was wiped away utterly as she gripped at the head, massaging it with herself, squeezing at it over and over. He pushed himself forward against her hands, but was unable to overcome both sets of arms that had immobilized him. He could only stare as she clutched, and as Rala leaned into him, pressing his chest against Julian's back, rocking back and forth.
Then, the two sets of hands resumed their motion, and he felt himself entering her completely, seeming like hours; he could feel each slow millimeter's liquid progress until his hips were at hers and he was again inside his beautiful Lady, taken in by her.
Rala reached past him with negligent grace, taking the second of the little jars behind Julian's back. Julian tried to follow it with his eyes, but was prevented from doing so by his Lady's grasping his head and turning it to her own. He then saw only her mouth approaching his, felt only his tongue parting her lips and hers doing the same. Soft sounds danced around them as they toyed with each other, almost but not quite masking the soft sounds Julian could hear behind himself. He felt a firm hand in the small of his back pushing him forward and making him arch his spine; he flowed forward into his Lady with it, and started when he felt Rala's limber fingers at him, gently painting him with something cool and moist. His own hands tightened around his Lady's arms and his eyes were wide.
"What… " he asked, but did not continue. She placed a finger at his lips and picked up the other jar, the one he knew.
"I can feel you softening, Doctor." Rala stopped then, but at a nod from her, continued. Julian's eyes were alive with uncertainty and just a little fear, his body tense as wire, and she kissed him gently, caressing his cheek and jaw. In her hands, his face moved, his head lifted, and he bit his lower lip only for a moment until she smoothed it with her fingers, as he felt Rala's fingers softly probing, preparing. His Lady's fingers wandered down his neck from his face, lazy and delicate. She could see Rala over Julian's shoulder, see his arms moving as he finished preparing himself and the doctor. In his eyes, she saw something like what she herself had felt when she had first seen him, centuries ago. Amazement at his beauty. Desire. Gentleness. Rala smiled at her past Julian, who shivered once, and nodded — he was ready.
She opened the jar and took out something he had not seen before — a tiny silver spoon. Taking a mound of the kamireh in it, she held it before him, watching as, with his eyes, those eyes, on her he took it between his lips and pulled back slowly, taking the sweet cream in his mouth. He swallowed and closed his eyes, awaiting the surge of fire.
It was strong, powerful, more than what he had remembered. Immediately, he became firm, and felt himself stretching the moist skin of his Lady. She heard him moan, and saw the expression of the other man behind him as he too witnessed Julian's reaction. Hunger awoke in Rala's eyes, and she held out another little dollop of kamireh for him too, taking a small taste for herself as well.
Then, barely aware, Julian saw her pick up a smouldering censer. He was only slightly conscious of her holding it, waving it, under his nose, but felt his reaction to it, whatever it was. As the hot thirst from the kamireh swelled in him, another part of him became detached, serene, and a wonderful sense of flowing filled him as well and made him even more aware of the fiery glow, made it more intense as like a relaxed reed he bent against swiftly flowing water. Lightly panting, he flowed into two sets of arms, and felt an astonishing sensation of acceptance himself as Rala began to enter him with utmost tenderness. A wave seemed to break over him, and his eyes opened wide in amazement.
A thin line of sweat was drawn down his back, and he could feel himself pushing back, withdrawing from his Lady's wet embrace into another, different embrace, one in which he was accepting. It was his turn to leave nail impressions in his Lady's skin.
"As gently as you wish, Doctor," Rala whispered to him from behind one shoulder, and Julian nearly melted at the sound of his voice. He felt the strong hands at his hips, pulling him back slowly, slowly, and he felt himself filling with delicious ease. He released his Lady's arms, felt himself pulling out of her, felt himself being filled and stimulated in a way he had never experienced before. Depths in him were slowly being touched and awakened, and he felt his upper body rise to lean back against Rala's supporting chest. His eyes were closed, his lashes fluttering, as Rala pressed his buttocks against his hips at last, and his head fell back against a fair shoulder.
He was panting lightly, with hot sweat breaking all over him, making him shine. Rala embraced him around his chest, running strong hands over him, supporting his slender body as it was taken by training. Very gently, so as not to remove him completely from his Lady, Rala rhythmically rocked his hips a fraction of an inch back and forth, back and forth, lifting Julian in his strong arms mere millimeters. A gasp met his actions, followed by the most delicious moan Rala had ever heard. His arms tightened across Julian's bare chest, and he gazed at his Lady past one smooth shoulder. He is beautiful, he said silently to her.
She smiled, her own eyes barely able to tear themselves from Julian's shining body, stretched and oblivious before her.
I know, she replied silently. Her hand reached to Julian, and she touched his stomach, dabbling the sweat there softly. Then, she began to massage the head of his sex, still inside her, as Rala also rocked back and forth. Their combined actions were met only with wordless, though not silent, astonishment. His moans were nearly cries. If he thought his nervous system was overloaded before, months ago, it was nothing compared to what was crackling and crashing over and through him now. Every movement of Rala's, every rocking motion, every push or pull, was mirrored inside him, and he had never felt anything remotely comparable.
Rala moved, he felt it in him; as the other man undulated his hips so slightly, Julian could feel himself do the same, inside, and he had never known that was possible. He felt submerged in a thick soup of cloying vapor, felt as if he no longer had conscious control over his body, had no idea what was happening outside his own skin so amazing and intense were the things bursting and burning inside. Like an icy and prickling spark of voltage, he felt as well the clutches and grasping of his Lady as she took the head of his thirsty sex and massaged it in her. It was barely inside her, and the slightest backward movement would remove it completely.
He felt balanced on the head of a pin, as if he were teetering, barely supported, and relished the feeling of exquisite instability it created in him.
The rhythm of Rala in him was matched by a rhythmic sensation inside as he was touched in depths that had never before been stimulated. His head tossed from side to side, and he only retained the barest awareness of strong hands running over him, running all over him, over his chest and stomach and waist, over his thighs. Panting and lips slightly parted, he turned his head to nestle in Rala's warm and moist neck and felt a warmth between his lips, a wet probing. Dimly, he understood that Rala had placed his tongue in his mouth, but he could not manage to return the kiss. He could only moan, strongly. His hand reached to Rala's head, gripped his hair as he moaned.
Then, he felt the hands at his hips go away to be replaced by another set and he began to feel himself pulled forward. As the astonishing sensations behind him began to draw back, those before swelled and washed over him. Limply, gracefully, he released Rala's sandy curls, his nerveless fingers dragging along damp fair skin. He could again feel himself entering his beautiful Lady, stretching her gently as she pulled his hips to hers, feel the wavelike contractions of her muscles as she squeezed at him, seeming to pull him more deeply into her. Then, he was against her, and Rala only barely inside him, still moving gently and rhythmically.
Oblivious, he could only lean against her, feeling her at his chest, feeling her soft breasts at him, her lips on him, her beautiful voice in his ear, telling him something he could not make out. The scent of her hair overwhelmed him, the tickling of it at his face was like an icy skittering, and he grasped her arms firmly as his voice became more urgent, more pleading, more abandoned than before. He felt only overload and could not have told how much longer he could withstand what he was feeling without losing consciousness. Like an upwelling of coherency, he suddenly made out some of her words, graven on his mind with utter clarity: "You can withstand much more, Doctor. You are strong."
Beyond gasping, beyond pleading, he only felt his body melt further into hers. She held his dark head, with his hair curling into wet ringlets wreathing his face and the back of his neck, and embraced him firmly, whispering soft assurances that were lost to him. Then, with agonizing acuity, he felt her hands pull away from him, and his hips were once again grasped by Rala and pulled slowly and inexorably back. He slid out of his Lady with a liquid sense of emergence, and again felt the fullness of holding another man inside himself.
Again, the sensation shook him, consumed him; he felt as Rala rocked his hips with more force and further than he had before, pulling Julian's body up as masculine arms wrapped around his chest to support him, yet allowing him to remain just barely inside his Lady. Rala rocked himself backwards, sliding forward and tilting his hips until gravity pushed Julian down on him more firmly; he was nearly melted himself by the other man's moans and gasping. Under his hands, he could feel the slim chest rising and falling, the sweat running over the dark skin, darker by far than his own.
He embraced Julian with all his strength, burying his own face in the warm skin at his neck, fondling it with his tongue, tasting the salty sweat. Rings of damp hair brushed his own face, and he felt Julian tighten around him in response to what he knew he was feeling, to what Rala himself had felt many times, what he had given others, men and women, many times.
Steadying himself against what he too was feeling, he leaned back and braced his arms and, with care so that Julian would yet remain in his Lady, Rala flexed his strong legs, jounced his hips, and tossed the other man's body very slightly upward. Were it not for his Lady's grip on the chain of his collar, Julian would have fallen back and away, oblivious. As it was, she had to reach forward and grasp his slim upper arms to keep him from toppling. Rala tossed him again at a nod from her, and his own eyes closed as he felt the other man clutch and tighten at him, as he felt his round buttocks drive down onto him.
Julian's astonishment was beyond moaning; he could only inhale slowly, shudderingly. His Lady ran one hand over his chest and neck, caressing his skin, drinking in the sight of him stretched and shining, being buffeted by the pleasure she and Rala were giving him. He began to undulate his hips himself, bucking softly against Rala, growing stronger and stronger, and his gasps took on the same cadence. Acutely, he felt slim fingers at his sex, still tenuously held and gripped by his Lady, felt her coat the shaft with something, knew it to be kamireh though he could not think the word.
For a brief few moments, he took control of himself, just long enough to throw his upper body forward and against her, still pressing himself over and over into Rala. Without waiting for her hands to guide him, he pushed himself into her, exhaling with a soft cry as he did so; her words had flown from his conscious mind, but their flavor remained. He knew that he was unable to stand any more, and wanted his hot and nearly panicked thirst slaked.
Rala's hands dragged down his back as he felt Julian withdraw from him and caressed his sides, making the other man moan and buck even more. He withdrew from his Lady then, and pressed himself against Rala once more, tight and urgent. Then forward, to his Lady, who could feel him becoming more and more wild, could see Rala over his shoulder, eyes closed, becoming wild as well, grasping Julian's slender waist with a grip of iron, his own body taut and shining. While Julian was still forward, hot and hard against her, she reached past him and pulled Rala to herself as well, drawing him against the other man until Julian lay against her chest and Rala against him.
Their hips were together, each inside the other, Julian's thrusting back and forth, back and forth, pressing hard to overcome the closeness, the constraint. She could see the muscles along his sides tightening as he pushed himself back against Rala with hungry strength, felt his arms around her pulling himself against her body and driving into her wildly.
And he continued, over and over, growing in strength. Pushing to the man, clasping the woman to himself. Being drawn back and accepting the body of Rala prone against him and lightly moaning, and losing himself in the warmth and wetness of his beautiful Lady, whose eyes were closed and lips parted. Julian pushed his tongue between them and felt hers toy with it, felt Rala's against his flushed skin, his exquisitely sensitive neck. Against, between, her lips he moaned strongly, a quivering cry that grew in volume as he felt the soft tongue of Rala against skin so sensitized he felt that the slightest further stimulation would send him plummeting down to a warm bubbling waterfall of sensation.
His hips bucked back and forth, wildly. He felt his Lady's breath at his neck as she whispered one outrageous word at him: "Patience." Seconds passed as his overloaded brain, preoccupied with touch and taste and scent, understood her. His hands raised to her head, and he took her hair in his fists; he felt Rala's hands gripping his arms like steel as he pushed himself against him. His eyes did not open, and only a bare few words could he manage.
"No… patience… " he said through clenched teeth, then plunging his tongue more deeply into her mouth and pressing himself into her with all his strength, crushing his lips against hers. His hand was at the nape of her neck; her head was immobilized. His breath came in short powerful bursts as he drove himself inside her stretched gateway, drove himself against the man behind him. Every muscle in his body was tense as he lay against her, hot and covered in his own sweat and hers and Rala's as the other man's weight on him pressed him down.
All of his skin was touched, covered, and the heat from the other bodies surrounded him in a cloying fog. The tight embrace was a total one, like nothing he had ever felt. His hips pounded back and forth, stretching his Lady, stretching himself. The peak was nearing for him, and he could feel the tightening, the awful tightness, beginning to grip him. He heard two wordless cries, one Rala's and one his own. A third joined them — his Lady. He felt Rala tensing and driving harder, further, touching him even more deeply and the wildness pushed him closer to the peak.
Then, Rala threw himself against him, crying out and clutching Julian tightly. His back curled and his hips drove so deeply into Julian that he thought he would hold Rala in him forever. Over and over, the powerful muscles of the man behind him hammered into him, driving his own hips even more deeply into his Lady, their bodies jarred by the mad thrashing. Once, twice, the hammering kept going, and Julian felt himself finally tighten to the breaking point, adding his astonished voice to Rala's, as his Lady added her own voice to both.
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