STARLIGHT AND LACE, ch.6 - Practice

 Author's Notes: Things really heat up! Took a while to get to a real, major sex scene, but at long last, here it is!

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“Well, someone must have been having fun last night,” came the half-teasing, half-scolding sound of Issalana’s voice when Sina woke the next morning, the Estyan maid clearly having watched her sleep and waited for the first sign of her eyes opening. “I have tea and juice for you, if you’re interested, my lady.”

Sina blinked sleepily, bringing one small fist to her eyes to rub the weariness from them, her free hand clutching her blanket to her chest as she sat up. She’d really need to stop sleeping in the nude -- Issa was far too ubiquitous for her liking, and the intrigued glances she shot at any exposed inch of Sina’s skin were making her more and more uncomfortable. “Um. Tea,” she murmured, blinking a few more times, her pale hair in totally disarray after she’d gone to bed without having Issa braid it. “Please.”

“Tea it is,” Issa offered a little nod, withdrawing the collapsible shelf where she’d been keeping it warm, pouring a cup and fixing it the way she’d learned Sina enjoyed. Despite their tenuous relationship, the scandalously curvaceous maid had learned the basics of taking care of the basileia she served. “Care to share the reason you crept off, yesterday? Something tells me you don’t, but I consider it worth asking.”

There it was, the question Sina knew she’d have to find a response for. She’d had fun yesterday, sure, but now if she didn’t handle the fallout just right, it could end up not being entirely worth the effort she’d have to spend to cover it up. And with Issalana... she just didn’t know how to react to the maid, how to deal with her. Despite being a “servant,” Issa acted in every way like Sina’s superior -- part mother, part jailer, part stalker. The temptation to make a show of her power was getting stronger by the day, but for some reason Sina couldn’t bring herself to take that first step. Being a ruler just felt wrong when she was treated more like a mildly-disliked guest.

“I went exploring, that’s all. I wanted to see...” she tried to think fast, come up with something, anything that Issalana already knew about and wouldn’t make her seem too antsy and suspicious. The only thing that sprang immediately to mind was the difficulty between herself and her husband -- maybe she hadn’t exactly shared her feelings about the subject, but Issa could see that the basileia had a room to herself. She had to know what that meant. “I wanted to see how Kaldric women treat their husbands. If it’s... the same way it is with Tharis and I.”

“Oh?” Issalana almost purred, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her dusky features that made Sina’s heart leap -- it wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look, and something about it made her stomach crawl. Whatever profane thoughts were going through her maid’s head, she’d rather not learn. “That explains why I found this...” the maid stepped to the side, to Sina’s discarded clothes from the night before (now folded and cleaned), withdrawing the odd, twisty puzzle that Leli had given her. “...In your pocket last night when I cleaned your things.”

Sina blinked, examining the oblong shape and putting two and two together -- Issalana thought the puzzle was something quite different, and now, seeing it with new eyes, she had to admit that there was a remarkable similarity between the slender, bendy shape and... well, something much more illicit. “N-no!” She quickly protested. “Nothing like that! It’s just a--”

“Don’t worry, Lady Endon, your secret is safe with me,” Issa cooed, setting the toy at the side of the bed and bringing the tray of tea (which also had a light assortment of crackers and other early-day snacks) to Sina’s lap. Her voice dropped an octave then, though, taking on a suggestive tone -- like she and Sina had now entered some sort of cabal of trust. “But you know... I may have some ideas about your problem with Lord Endon, if you’re interested.”

Sina arched a brow as she crunched lightly on one of the crackers. She was certainly interested, but trusting Issalana was the furthest thing from her mind. Did she know something about Tharis? Did she know what Sina thought she knew, or was it some new piece of information? Curiosity nagged at her almost instantly, and after a few seconds passed, the Vay girl spoke up. “What problem?”

“No need to be coy, lady of mine,” Issa purred. “I’m smart enough to know why you, a married woman, live in a dormitory to yourself. He isn’t interested in you, is he? Not as a woman?”

“To my knowledge, he has no interest in the fairer sex whatsoever,” Sina confessed, all at once, all of a sudden. It felt good, in a way, to get that off of her chest, something that had weighed on her mind for a while now. She had no proof -- merely her suspicions and Tharis’s own reactions to them -- but it was a perfectly reasonable theory. Her eyes flickered up from her tray to Issalana, the bronze-skinned sailor-turned-servant nodding slowly.

“I have suspected a similar thing, Lady Endon. If you would like, I can offer you my... assistance.”

“What assistance?” Sina said with a little sigh, more frustrated now than curious. “I threw myself at him on our wedding night. He truly wants nothing to do with me.”

“And you led with your... womanhood, I presume?” Issa now sat down beside the woman she was sworn to serve, at the side of the bed and fixing those oceanic eyes on the basileia’s sheet-clad figure, her bare, slender shoulders visible along with a creamy expanse of her back. Sina could feel that gaze, feel it wander. It made her shudder a little inside, doing her best not to let the Estyan see.

“Well... I mean, yes,” she replied. “That’s how it’s done. How it’s supposed to be.”

“Perhaps to you,” Issa pondered. “To him, if he truly does prefer... the rougher sex, it might have intimidated him. There may be a way you can sway him to provide you with some affection.”

“Enough riddles, please,” Sina almost mumbled, not daring to look up into Issalana’s penetrative gaze. “What’s your idea?”

“He spends more time with that page of his, Andwyr, than he does with you -- if he is attracted to the boy, he can’t be too mindful of too much femininity.” Issa leaned in a little, brushing one lock of hair out of Sina’s face to examine the girl more closely, drawing nearer now on the bed. “Offer him something he’s familiar with. Comfortable with.”

As Sina opened her mouth to question further, Issa closed the distance between them, extending one hand to slide slowly down the Vay girl’s slim, bare back -- down along her spine, memorizing every inch of skin on the way down -- before gently grasping the upper part of her backside, giving it a soft squeeze. “It may not work, but isn’t it worth trying to get him to treat you as a proper husband should?”

“I-I...!” Sina’s eyes widened, her voice catching as she tried to draw back a little, only to find Issa’s opposite hand on her other shoulder, holding her still.

“Is it not, lady of mine?” Issalana’s voice grew more firm, more husky, her accent growing a bit less subdued. It was phrased like a query, and voiced like a demand, the sheer authority in her maid’s voice enough to quickly dissolve Sina’s will.

“I... it... I mean it might... but I can’t! I don’t know how, and... won’t it hurt? I’ve never even thought about doing anything like that, and--”

“That’s where I make myself useful.” The maid pulled closer, folding her opposite leg around so that she was now straddling the basileia completely, pushing the tray of snacks away. “I was many things before I was a maid, my lady. I can lend some experience to you. We can... practice.” The hand on Sina’s shoulder shifted down, lightly brushing away the sheet that was clutched to the Vay girl’s chest. Her heart was audibly, almost visibly, pounding as the sheet drifted downward, Sina doing nothing to stop it as her chest was exposed, the tiny white nipples capping her flat breasts starting to stiffen from the exposure to the cool air of her quarters... and a bit from the tenseness of the situation, Issa’s hand still gently holding her backside as the tall, curvaceous Estyan began to slowly strip her basileia.

“What do you mean by... practice?” Sina whispered, those big green eyes widening with dread and anxiety as she wrapped her arms around herself, shyly trying to conceal her chest from the busty maid. She was still partially covered by the sheet but certainly not enough to be comfortable, and did her best to scoot back once more, being blocked from doing so once again.

“Just relax, lady of mine,” Issa whispered, paralyzing the Vay girl with a soft, sudden kiss on the lips, a little harder, a little more insistent than the one she’d received those days ago on her way to court. Issa’s  hand slid down to gently caress along the front of Sina’s chest, briefly massaging the perky nipple she found before drifting down farther, pulling the sheet away even more. A harsh, pale blue blush stained Sina’s cheeks as she was finally revealed in her entirety -- she really would have to make a note to stop sleeping in the nude, but at the moment her mind was distracted with much more important matters.

A naturally hairless people (which included the males of the race), Vay grew no bristles on their body, face, or even head -- the “hair” that others perceived was merely a collection of super-fine strands that were composed primarily of zinc, rather than protein, something that actually vented off and cooled the Vay in question’s head and brain during the more arid summer years that Endwood occasionally experienced, warding off heatstroke. No further insulation was required, and this adaptive trait was noticed with a coo of surprised delight from Issalana when she pulled that sheet away fully, taking a moment to admire the smooth, hairless slit of Sina Endon’s girlhood. “I must say, my lady, that a virgin such as yourself would keep such a close shave is impressive,” the Estyan cooed, her tone almost casual, as if what she was doing wasn’t a total violation of Sina’s privacy, position, and possibly human rights. Then again, Sina wasn’t human, was she?

“It’s... it’s not, I mean, I--” Sina attempted to explain, but didn’t have time to. Despite her admiration, Issa wasn’t currently interested in Sina’s virginal womanhood and instead tilted the girl back a little more, laying her down against the soft white pillows that had been provided for her when she arrived. Spreading her legs a little more (with some resistance from the basileia), Issalana dotted another soft kiss on Sina’s lips, her hands traveling south. They drifted down along that flat, soft stomach, teasing along the puffy line of the Vay girl’s blossom and drifting downward farther still, one digit now prodding cautiously against the tiny, pale hole resting below. It made Sina shudder, which made Issalana grin.

“Just relax, lady of mine,” she purred. “I’m not going to hurt you in the slightest bit. In fact... if you just lay back and accept it... you might like it.” She was determined, now. Part of Sina knew that this went beyond any pretenses of “practice” or “help,” that Issa wanted to do what she was about to do. And even though she didn’t want it, she couldn’t bring herself to push back, attempting to rationalize it to herself. If this truly did help her win Tharis over, and she could live the rest of her life as the ruler of a prosperous land, wed to a handsome and adoring husband, wouldn’t it be worth a little discomfort now?

“What are you going to-- oohhhh... nn-ngggh...” she gritted her teeth together as she felt the most alien sensation she’d ever endured, Issa’s finger gently poking and rubbing at her tensing backdoor for a few moments as the woman’s other hand reached behind her, undoing a few of the strings of her simple corset. While her deep red, scandalously divided skirt remained in place for now, Issalana’s top was peeled away to reveal nothing at all underneath -- merely an impressively massive pair of dusky brown orbs, each alarmingly buoyant for their size and laced with a narrow golden barbell, something that admittedly caught Sina’s attention as she had never seen such a thing in Endwood. Her moment of distraction was instantly seized by something more pressing, though, as Issa drifted downward once more -- and this time it was her entire body, rather than merely her hand, that traveled.

Sina laid her head to the side on her pillow, her heart racing, her flat chest pumping up and down like a rabbit that was in immediate danger. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to know what came next, not wanting to see it or hear it or feel it. Her legs were spread a little wider, her weight lifted slightly as she felt Issalana’s hands slip beneath her backside, squeezing each cheek gently and pulling her forward. That was followed by the most profane thing Sina T’i had ever experienced -- the sensation of a tongue, warm and moist and ever so slightly textured, stroking delicately along the pale, pristine entrance of her anus. “Aahhn-- n-no, don’t, y-you can’t--!” Sina tried to protest, but her words faded instantly into a stuttered wail as her servant only redoubled her efforts to relax and lubricate her mistress’s backside.

Issalana didn’t speak, but when Sina opened her eyes to look down at her she saw those heart-shaped hips swaying delightedly from side to side, giving her a good look at the Estyan’s own backside and the tanned skin of her bare back, so pointedly the opposite of Sina herself, yet beautiful, and -- no. Beautiful, maybe, but Sina liked men. She was attracted to Tharis and this was her route to getting him. She was only enduring this, not appreciating it in the slightest, and that was the honest truth. She was squirming from the feeling of being violated as Issalana’s tongue stroked up and down along her little star, dragging that soaked, slick piece of muscle up and down along her anus again and again until Sina didn’t think she could bear a single second more.

Then, it changed -- didn’t end, but changed, the pattern and rhythm shifting to have Sina wiggling in a whole new way. Issa’s tongue slithering around her backside in slow, sensuous circles now, and she could feel her maid’s fingers digging into the tender, scantly-muscled flesh of her backside, spreading her cheeks a little for better access as she swirled and flicked her tongue along and around the spasming, pale blue hole.

“P-please... stop...” Sina pleaded, making fists in the fitted sheets while her legs spread farther, reflexively allowing even greater access to the point she was begging to be left in peace. Issalana seemed a great deal more interested in body language than actual language, and brought her hands up a little, spreading Sina’s backside more fully as she dragged and stroked her tongue along the basileia’s anus, exploring each and every little rib and fin of the Vay girl’s sky blue entrance, coating it in her saliva before gently prodding the tip of her tongue against the narrow hole. All the twitching and spasming that Sina could muster wasn’t enough to deter her -- at long last, she’s gotten what she wanted, and the fervor with which she lapped and invaded had that little part of Sina’s brain wondering exactly how long this had gone on.

Exactly how long Issa had been waiting for the opportunity to be exactly where she was at this very moment. It couldn’t have been too long, of course, as Sina had only been at Castle Drathwyn for a week, and the basileia for even less. But she wouldn’t be surprised if this beautiful maid of hers had been scheming from the start.

Squeezing her eyes shut, silently praying to the Lath’rii, silently praying to the Dragon God of the Vay to help her endure this, though she wasn’t completely sure what she was enduring. Was she attempting to resist the pleasure that was coursing through her? Was she attempting to reject that it was a woman making her feel such a foul way? Was she driven to such desperation by the fact that she didn’t have the personal strength to push Issalana away? Every time her mind tried to focus on a single concept it was sharply jarred away by another lick or prod, Issa’s tongue now fully invading her backside, twisting and twirling inside of her, Sina arching her back and whimpering as she tried to stay still and escape at the same time.

When that tongue slowly freed itself of her, however, Sina let out a slow sigh of relief, her eyes flickering open a little. Is it over? She thought it, but didn’t say it out loud. Perhaps for the best, since she was immediately proven wrong -- a few more light licks were followed by the gentle pressing of one finger, sliding slowly into her slick back entrance and working in deeply, a second digit already making its way inside along the first. “Wh-what are you... doing...?”

“You want your beloved lord to take interest in you, don’t you? What do you think he’ll use to penetrate you? I guarantee it will be larger than two fingers,” Issalana said softly, her eyes meeting Sina’s as she pulled up a little, pressing her remarkable breasts against Sina’s stomach and tenderly licking at one of the Vay girl’s stiff nipples. “This is what we’re practicing, lady of mine. That, and... one other thing.”

“What other thing?” Sina almost yelped, doing her best to retain her composure when she was prone and naked on her own bed with two of her maid’s fingers intruding deeply into her anus.

“...You’ll see, soon enough,” Issa said with a little grin, taking a little bite at Sina’s nipple that made the girl arch and squeal. It wasn’t a surprise that Sina was looking forward to, but that wasn’t something she had time to invest thought into at the moment -- she was being barraged with conflicting thoughts and sensations, her girlhood becoming slick from the fingers easing into her backside and now from the lips and tongue assaulting her miniscule breasts. That kiss was starting to seem like the most innocent thing she’d endured, and she was starting to miss it. Sensations that bridged pleasure and pure, concentration awkwardness seemed to scream through her small frame, even though her actual womanhood was completely neglected by her maid in favor of tormenting her anus.

“P-please stop, I don’t... I don’t think I want this...” she groaned out, only to feel more soft kisses dot along her chest, smooching along the smooth expanse of skin that could perhaps qualify as cleavage if Sina pushed her breasts together. Those kisses met her lips then, stealing away her words and her muffled whimper of protest as those long fingers sunk in deeper, hooking slightly and grinding upward, prodding and rubbing inside of the secret parts of Sina’s body that not even Sina knew. Issa knew them, though -- she knew them quite well, and the kiss-muffled wail of pleasure that escaped her slender throat was exactly the response that the Estyan had anticipated.

With the basileia now squirming and panting atop her sheets, her mind fogged with thoughts of resistance, Issalana finally pulled away, sliding her fingers out of her mistress’s clenching backside and breaking the kiss. “Wh-what are you--?” Sina attempted for what felt like the dozenth time, only to have her question answered when Issa reached for the nightstand on which she’d left the puzzle. The smooth, twistable, noticeably phallic puzzle object that had been given to her by Leli.

“I’ve seen your husband’s... manhood, in the bathing room,” Issa said, trying to withold her smirk. “It’s quite impressive. Since you’ve been doing so well, I’d say it’s time we practiced a little more. Since you’ve already provided the toy for me, I’d say it’s the perfect candidate, wouldn’t you?”

Sina gulped away the lump in her throat as she eyed the “toy,” the puzzle that had been given to her by the only actual friend she’d made in Crannith, eccentric as she’d been. The prospect of stuffing that puzzle into her butt was not high in her list of things she found to be in any way acceptable. “B-but it’s not a...” she tried to say, only to feel Issa’s lips on the corner of her mouth and those full breasts pressing against her tiny ones. She could feel those cool golden piercings rubbing back and forth along her nipples, forcing them to perk up further as she did her best to survive the soft kisses on her lips and mouth. She did need the practice, needed to get better at kissing for when she stole her husband back. That, at least, was what she told herself when she tilted her head to meet Issalana’s soft smooches, lips meeting lips as the two locked in a deep, full kiss. “Mmmph....”

One hand massaged and stroked along her pale skin, caressing up her belly to gently grope and fondle one tiny breast, the other hand grasping the puzzle more tightly and bringing it down low, pressing it gently against the slick, primed ring of Sina’s anus and easing it against the weak resistance it found. Harder, harder, and then with a messy sound a little “pop” it slipped inside, sparking a little wail of pleasure and slight pain from Sina as it was stuffed inside of her. Inch after inch drove into her like a slender, winding juggernaut, stretching out her inner walls as it filled her up. Her thighs clenched together and her confused kiss with Issalana deepened, her heart racing when she felt the Estyan’s tongue snake and stroke against her own.

More than ever before she felt small, strangely alone despite the fact that her own maid was straddling her, penetrating her with one of the few things she genuinely valued. The puzzle-toy was moving deeper now, slicked by saliva and starting to ease backwards, making her gasp out before it was gradually forced back inside. Deeper this time, testing her limits, making her arch and cry out. Whether it was pleasure or discomfort not even Sina could tell, and Issalana surely did not care.

“Go on, lady of mine,” Issa purred between slow, deep thrusts with the toy, each one making Sina jitter and whine a little more. “Release for me -- if this is how you’re going to win your husband back you’ll need to learn to appreciate it, won’t you?” Another little kiss, another grope. To Sina it all faded into one, the kissing and rubbing and caressing all just a velvet coating on the anal exploration she had been coerced into. Release, however, still seemed unlikely with things the way they were.

“I... I can’t... it’s i-impossible...” Sina whimpered between haphazard returned kisses, her body spasming with each pump of the toy into her ass. “It’s just... it isn’t... I can’t....”

Issa’s voice bridged challenge and disappointment, the unsolicited kisses slowing for a moment as she nibbled at Sina’s lip, whispering to her. “You can. You can, lady of mine... and you will. It may take time to learn, but I’ll teach you.” Caressing down once more along Sina’s goosebumped breast, Issa brought her free hand to that smooth, bare girlhood, lightly tracing her fingers along it and drawing another hot wail from the Vay girl’s lips. This one was less conflicted and more all at once, struggling between direct pleasure and something she was still trying to refuse.

Any more protests were drowned out by a fuller, harder kiss, Issalana blocking any attempts at squirming or flailing with her larger body as she locked her lips to Sina’s, her tongue twirling and stroking along the one within Sina’s mouth as her fingertips explored Sina’s smooth nethers. They danced along her delicate folds, careful at first, but growing bolder when she found that they were no strange, alien things, that Sina’s physiology was not so very different from her own. Once she found the right shivers and the right moans, the right reactions to the right touches, Issalana’s fingers grew bolder, and began to travel northward. Still, Leli’s tragically phallic puzzle contraption found itself forced slowly in and out of Sina’s most sacred of openings, her insides clinging and clenching around it each time it would try to exit, only to fail to force it out each time it tried to enter.

Sina’s body was locked in a loop of futility -- everything it tried to prevent was immediately circumvented or simply overpowered, whether it was trying to keep that smooth, oblong “toy” out of her backside or it was attempting to resist the sharp pangs of pleasure that were coursing through her. She couldn’t fathom the idea of climaxing with something inside of her anus -- it was awful, wrong, unthinkable -- and no matter how hard she tried to wiggle away from it, she found herself totally distracted by toxic lips and a feather-light touch, two fingers that were now swirling energetically around the little white pearl of pleasure that crested her girlhood. Issalana had figured out exactly what to target, and now that the slick mark was in her sights she wouldn’t let it go, constantly sliding her fingertips around and around it in exactly the way Sina couldn’t possibly resist.

“N-no...” the basileia attempted to protest once more, but it was only empty air at this point, a soundtrack to the intense molestation that Sina was receiving at the hands of her maid. “D-don’t... don’t make me....”

“But that’s the other thing I mentioned, lady of mine,” Issa whispered hotly, kissing along Sina’s neck while the Vay girl’s slim form undulated on the sheets of her royally appointed bed. “If you’re going to give yourself to your husband, he’ll need to see you appreciate it. Before too long, I won’t even need to play with this--” she delicately pinched Sina’s clitoris, making her wail out, “--to get you off. All it takes is a little conditioning, and you’ll be perfect.” Issalana punctuated the statement with a deeper thrust of the smooth object up Sina’s backside, making her wail out as she stroked the zenith of her girlhood faster and faster, making her twitch and wail with a pleasure she couldn’t deny, her body betraying her at every possible turn.

“You’re... I don’t... nnnghahhh....” Sina panted for breath, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other making a loose fist in Issa’s hair. She tried to sit up, tried to fit her hand underneath her light weight and push herself upward or scoot back, tried to get a moment’s respite from the increasingly frenetic rubbing and toying. Sina’s attempts at pulling away didn’t go anywhere near as well as they had in her mind, almost instantly resulting in a yelp of discomfort, a hand around her slim Vay throat, and Issalana mounting her completely now, physically pinning her to the bed and getting a little rougher. That toy slid in and out of her backside now, thrusting in again and again like a rough male lover while Issa continued to molest Sina’s delicate slit, massaging her clit so hard and quick that there was no way she could hold back a climax.

A strangled cry of anguish mutated into a desperate shriek of orgasm as everything came together as a single screaming burst of sensation, the feeling of being violated and physically restrained combining with the pulses of ecstasy that Sina’s body wouldn’t let her ignore. Whether she wanted it or not, she had to ignore the tightening pit of wrongness in her stomach, the possessive, predatory whispers in her ear, coming from a language she didn’t understand. Everything was one -- one single, explosive spike of pleasure that consumed her entire body in a banshee’s wail that was muffled by the hungry embrace of Issalana’s poison lips.

Then it was over, or it felt like it was over, Sina’s body shaking on the bed as Issa sat up, still mounting her mistress and giving her too good of a view of those remarkable breasts of hers. “There you are, lady of mine,” she cooed. “That was the first session of our practice.”