Training the Warrior (9 page)

Obediently, he walked straight to the foot
of the bed, sat and clamped the metal cuff around his ankle. It locked. The teachers
had the key. He waited.

Lydia thought he seemed nervous, almost
uncertain about what was about to happen to him. She suspected he’d already
been chastised verbally for his actions. The teachers finally entered. As was
their custom, they were fully robed. One wore the black mask of pleasure, the
other the white of punishment. Since they wore dark blue robes, they were teachers
both qualified in pleasure and punishment.

Pagan glanced at the white-masked teacher
for a brief moment, but turned his entire attention to the one wearing the
black mask. He tracked her every movement. It dawned on Lydia that he was
anxious. He wanted to please her, and he seemed determined to react to her each
and every command without hesitation. She stopped in front of him.

The teacher wearing the white mask said, “You’ve
done what I asked, Pagan. That’s good. I’m very pleased. Is there something you’d
like to ask the pleasure giver?”

“Yes, teacher,” Pagan answered without any
hesitation.

“Then you may ask her now.”

“My need is great, teacher. Will you soothe
me?” Pagan responded with the correct phrase as expected.

“I’ll teach you how to soothe yourself,
Pagan.”

Her answer seemed to shock him. He tilted
his head to the side, silently questioning her.

“Stand up. We’ll exchange places,” the teacher
told him.

Pagan stood at once and obeyed. The teacher
took the warrior’s place at the foot of the bed. Before sitting, she removed
her robe and let it fall to the floor. His nostrils flared. His chest rose and
fell as his breathing quickened.

“Remove your covering,” the pleasure giver
ordered, her voice dropped to a sultry tone.

Lydia detected a slight shiver ran through
Pagan while he did as she’d instructed. He wasn’t chilled, just turned-on. Once
freed from the binding sarong, his lengthy cock sprang out, thick and rock
hard.

“Hold out your hands.”

The teacher selected a tall, slender bottle
from a low shelf beside the bed and removed the stopper. She poured a large
amount of lotion onto each of Pagan’s palms.

“Rub your hands together and then hold your
erection.”

Pagan rubbed his hands obediently, but his
expression was troubled. He didn’t appear to be altogether happy about his
lesson right now. As he placed his hands around his cock, he jerked. Lydia
suspected this might be the only time the young warrior had ever touched
himself in a sexual way. The handler or the teachers were always present. He
was never alone.

Curiosity made her ask. “Teacher, has Pagan
never masturbated?”

The teacher standing beside her answered. “No.
It’s amazing, but the thought doesn’t usually occur to them until about the
forth week. We think it’s because they’re never left alone until then. They’re
teaching Pagan to self-pleasure. Perhaps they hope it’ll help him somehow.”

Lydia wasn’t sure how masturbation might
keep him from wanting to always go for the doggy-style position. She turned her
attention back to the lesson. The teacher adjusted Pagan’s hands on his
erection, showing him how to stroke himself. Satisfied her pupil was doing the
job properly, she sank back onto the bed.

“Pagan, watch me.” Pagan’s gaze darted away
from his cock and he stared at her. “Don’t stop pleasuring yourself.”

His hands moved up and down his shaft once
again. His head tilted back a fraction, but he kept his focus on the teacher.
It was obvious to Lydia that he wouldn’t last very long.

The teacher relaxed and her knees fell wide
apart, exposing her sex to the warrior’s gaze. She ran her hands up and down
her thighs, teasing him for just a little while before one of her hands wandered
to the top of her mound. Using two fingers, she slid them down and then spread
them apart, opening her pussy wider for him. With her other hand, she touched
her middle finger to her clit and circled the nub slowly, letting him take in
the sight. Her body arched on the bed. Pagan groaned and his hands faltered in
their rhythm.

“You must not touch her, Pagan,” the Giver
of Pain ordered.

“Stroke your cock for me. Faster,” the
Giver of Pleasure urged Pagan as she fondled herself, alternately rubbing her
clit and plunging her finger deep into her pussy.

Pagan did as he was told. He growled amid
heavy panting as he watched the teacher on the bed and he increased his speed,
pumping his cock faster and faster. His body tensed as he neared his release.

“Yes, warrior, come for me. Now, Pagan,”
she moaned out.

Pagan’s body jerked. He roared as jets of
cum shot from his cock, landing with almost pinpoint accuracy on top the teacher’s
open pussy. Lydia choked back a giggle. The warrior had good aim, but his
ability to stand was seriously impaired by his climax. He stumbled before
catching his balance. However, his hand maintained its firm grip around his
still very firm cock.

“Come to me, Pagan. Show me how much you’ve
learned.” The Giver of Pleasure held her arms out to him.

The warrior was on top her in an instant.
For a split second, he seemed uncertain about what to do. It was as if he
couldn’t remember something important, but the urgency of his erection, and a
little gentle coaxing from the teacher who firmly pulled his cock, distracted
him and he sank into her. With a swift stab, he buried his shaft deep and rocked
in and out. Each small change in his movements, whether it was to the side or
in speed, elicited an enthusiastic response from his teacher. She encouraged
him to vary his thrusts, using long, slow strokes mixed with rapid ones. Pagan
did her bidding enthusiastically. It wasn’t long before he was covered in sweat
and panting once again. He wrapped his powerful arms around her, holding her
close as if he were afraid she was going to disappear.

“Hold her gently!” The Give of Pain
ordered. “Keep your weight off her body!”

Startled, Lydia jumped at the barked
orders. Pagan obeyed, loosening his grip and supporting himself on his elbows
while he continued to work his cock in and out of the teacher’s body. He was
doing well. She came hard, convulsing beneath him as she cried out his name.
His climactic roar shook the glass.

Lydia clenched her thighs together, shocked
by her reaction to the coupling. She was turned-on. Her sex tingled from a rush
of moisture.
No.
She shouldn’t react to their display
.
It was
wrong.

She was embarrassed by her own perverse
response. Voyeurism wasn’t her cup of tea. Never in a million years would she
have thought she’d experience pleasure at watching others engaging in sex.
Embarrassed, she glanced around at the other initiates. A few, like her, shifted
about uncomfortably, heads bowed guiltily. The rest continued to watch as Pagan
thrust his stiff cock deep into his teacher. He seemed determined to please her
yet again.

“The head mistress is very wise.” The teacher
next to Lydia broke the uncomfortable silence with her observation. “The pleasure
giver has distracted him. His attention is properly focused now. See how he
watches for her reactions?” she pointed out. “He wants to pleasure her. Feeling
a female’s climax and hearing her call out his name is a great incentive for a young
warrior.”

“And older warriors also,” one of the
initiates mumbled.

Everyone laughed at the truth of the
statement.

“Indeed,” the teacher agreed.

The other teacher cleared her throat on
purpose. “Initiates, it’s expected that you’ll find such sexual displays
arousing when you observe. Don’t be ashamed of your desires. Our warriors need teachers
who are highly responsive. How else can they learn how to pleasure a female? Your
reactions to their sexual advances must always be honest. You all know very
well how impossible it is to fake an orgasm with a Tauran warrior.”

Nervous laughter spread through the
initiates. Lydia joined in. Yes, Kern always knew when she was coming. He could
smell her pleasure just as easily as he smelled her arousal.
Damned super
senses.
She studied the couple below with renewed interest. Pagan had the teacher
shouting his name once more, right before he tensed and then jerked
spasmodically from his own orgasm.

She and Takoora stayed in the observation
room for a couple hours along with a few of the other initiates. Once Pagan’s
cock had at long last gone flaccid, the teachers unchained him and instructed
him to take a quick shower. Afterward, they assured him they would return as
soon as he re-shackled his ankle. His exhaustion was clearly evident as he
half-stumbled to the bathing area. Lydia was certain the shower would revive
him and his cock. Warriors had enormous energy reserves.

The teachers’ efforts seemed to have
transformed Pagan’s natural instincts. For the entire time Lydia had watched,
he hadn’t once tried to mount the teacher from behind. The Giver of Pleasure
had put him through several positions—top, bottom, standing and kneeling. Pagan
was an enthusiastic pupil, eager to please in each and every way.

Her first day as an initiate was over.
Lydia exchanged a smile of relief with Takoora as they left the observation
room and wandered down the hallway. They met up with their teachers to give
them a report on Pagan’s progress and learned there were a total of six young warriors
going through training right now. One, Talon, was in his first week. Pagan and
another named Braga were in their second. Two more, Aero and Ryland, were just
starting their third. The sixth, Kraven, would be starting his last week in the
morning. Once he finished the week, he was required to prove himself. It would
be the final test he had to pass before leaving the heart of the citadel. The head
mistress had asked for volunteers from the initiates. She would choose one who
would observe Kraven all week until his training was complete. Afterward, the
chosen female was his for six hours to pleasure in every way he’d been taught.

Lydia’s first thought was pure disgust
before a sense of panic set in. She didn’t want to feel that way. It was a
human reaction, and she lectured her mind and body to let it go. This was what
she’d chosen. To be a teacher was what she wanted. She certainly wasn’t naïve
enough to think she could do the job without ever having to have sex with the young
warriors. Several of the initiates had happily volunteered.
Puny, pitiful
little human weakling
, she berated herself. But no matter how much she
condemned her own lack of enthusiasm, Lydia couldn’t bring herself to
volunteer.

“You’re very quiet,” Takoora observed after
they were back in their bedroom.

“It’s nothing. I just wish I was as brave
as the others,” Lydia grumbled. “The head mistress asked for volunteers and six
initiates jumped at the chance. I feel awful.”

Takoora shoved her playfully and laughed. “You
shouldn’t. I didn’t volunteer. I’m just not ready for that yet. You’re too hard
on yourself. There’s no pressure. Relax.”

“How can you be so easy going about this?” Lydia
was stumped by her friend’s attitude. “Is this just one of those Tauran things?”
At Takoora’s confused expression, Lydia went on to elaborate. “I’m human. You’re
Tauran. We just think differently.”

Takoora shrugged. “Maybe. It doesn’t
matter. You’ll be a good teacher, Lydia. It’s not a race.”

Lydia sneered at her friend, but she
couldn’t contain a nervous laugh. It bubbled up and ruined any chance she had
at being grouchy. “So you think I’m too competitive?”

“Your words,” Takoora shot back. She also
launched a pillow at Lydia’s head. “It’s our first day! Chill!”

Lydia barely avoided the pillow, but
Takoora’s use of one of Lydia’s human expressions was too much. They pummeled
each other with bedding until they collapsed on their bare mattresses, giggling
like little children. Nervous tension, Lydia decided. It was best for them to
let it all out. However, it wasn’t best for their room. Now they had a mess to
straighten up before they could go to sleep. Tomorrow would come early.

After they were done and both she and
Takoora were settled into their beds for the night, Lydia tossed and turned as
sleep eluded her. She wondered if her friend was awake.

“Takoora, can I ask you a personal
question?”

“I suppose.” The woman answered hesitantly.

Lydia hoped she wasn’t about to cross a
boundary. She and Takoora had never shared any information about their sex
lives as human women did all the time. But her curiosity was getting the best
of her since Kern had avoided talking about some things. He especially didn’t
like to discuss anything about how Tauran women behaved sexually. All he would
say about them was they weren’t as responsive as she was, but today Lydia saw
Pagan’s teacher responding to him in wild abandon. She couldn’t help wondering
about the apparent contradiction.

“Kern always told me Tauran women were
reserved about sex, but today the teacher wasn’t at all. And I know from her
wrist tattoo she was Tauran.” Lydia recognized the symbols on the female’s
right arm. Her father was a member of one of the medical clans and her mother
was from a merchant line. Lydia’s wrist tattoo declared her as an
other
species,
an alien. The tattoo on her left wrist identified her as a formerly mated
female of the warrior clan and contained Kern’s name as the male who’d claimed
her. “Why would he say Tauran women are reserved?”