sample of the delight he had granted her yesterday. There was a hard ache in her pussy that hungered for that one thing she had never had.
There was no mystery as to the cause of her frustration. She wanted Hawk to handle her. It was as simple as her need to draw breath. The body did not always bend to the will. Today her pussy was wet. It mattered little that the male who had aroused her was a Hunter. Somewhere deep inside her mind, his strength triggered a craving that was not going to be vanquished at the mere idea that no one in her sphere would approve of her spreading for a Hunter.
Relief was not hers to grant either—at least not an acceptable method of relief. She might kneel in submission at his boots but she could not use her hand to end the craving as she had last night. The day stretched out in front of her with hours that felt far longer than they ever had before.
Tova muttered with frustration as she looked at the first trays of food she was to process. The sweet smell of sugar filled the room as she pulled the sterile wrapping off the first bowl. Melios…a favored treat that was barely a memory for her. How long had it been since she had tasted the green concoction? Tova took a deep breath and practically tasted the rich dessert. Her lips turned up into a smile as the scent filled her head. Sweet and fruity, and it was served during festival days, so her thoughts were ones of fun and dancing. She suddenly realized that it was planting festival time. It was easy to forget such things in a penal sphere. Oh convicts were not denied entertainment but it was carefully planned due to their lack of possessions and the need for security. There would be dancing and song, some small amount of treasured treats such as the melios sitting on her table, but in truth she had never seen so much of it in her entire life!
But true festival was full and rich with entertainments that she remembered well. Knife dancers, rare meats, sweets and dancing. The mature girls would join together to dance the trigol. Steeped in tradition, the dance was sensual and designed to show off the gentle curves of a female’s body. The huge kettle drums would be pounded by the males as the females lifted their hands into the air and moved their hips in time with the beat. She had been too young to ever dance before being removed to the penal sphere but she had often attempted it when alone just as all young females did.
But the trigol would not be danced in this sphere. It was disallowed because convict females had attempted to use it for prostitution. Tova sighed. Truly there were times she might enjoy wielding a whip onto some of the backs of the greedy. They only considered themselves. She was tired of suffering for their poor choices.
Hawk would enjoy watching her dance…
Tova felt her cheeks slowly heat with a blush. Aye, she could see herself with her hands in the air with Hawk’s eyes following her hips like devoted slaves. She licked her lower lip as the heat from her blush flowed down to her breasts and all the way to her clit. Her mind was busy remembering the way Hawk responded to her as her hands began to roll the melios. She wished she could dance because she was completely certain that Hawk would watch her and only her.
She was insane to allow her mind to wonder so. It was such a dangerous idea but it shimmered with temptation. Hawk would be an intense lover. But he was very much like the amount of melios sitting in front of her. Far too much for one person.
Tova looked at the mountain of sweet confection and giggled at the idea of simply stuffing handfuls of it into her mouth. She would become sick without doubt but she laughed at the idea all the same.
And then she sobered as she began to roll the melios into their customary little round serving allotments. Hawk would overwhelm her. She felt her clit pulse with need as she worked. The shift of emotions left her confused as she struggled to keep up. One moment happy and
There was no mystery as to the cause of her frustration. She wanted Hawk to handle her. It was as simple as her need to draw breath. The body did not always bend to the will. Today her pussy was wet. It mattered little that the male who had aroused her was a Hunter. Somewhere deep inside her mind, his strength triggered a craving that was not going to be vanquished at the mere idea that no one in her sphere would approve of her spreading for a Hunter.
Relief was not hers to grant either—at least not an acceptable method of relief. She might kneel in submission at his boots but she could not use her hand to end the craving as she had last night. The day stretched out in front of her with hours that felt far longer than they ever had before.
Tova muttered with frustration as she looked at the first trays of food she was to process. The sweet smell of sugar filled the room as she pulled the sterile wrapping off the first bowl. Melios…a favored treat that was barely a memory for her. How long had it been since she had tasted the green concoction? Tova took a deep breath and practically tasted the rich dessert. Her lips turned up into a smile as the scent filled her head. Sweet and fruity, and it was served during festival days, so her thoughts were ones of fun and dancing. She suddenly realized that it was planting festival time. It was easy to forget such things in a penal sphere. Oh convicts were not denied entertainment but it was carefully planned due to their lack of possessions and the need for security. There would be dancing and song, some small amount of treasured treats such as the melios sitting on her table, but in truth she had never seen so much of it in her entire life!
But true festival was full and rich with entertainments that she remembered well. Knife dancers, rare meats, sweets and dancing. The mature girls would join together to dance the trigol. Steeped in tradition, the dance was sensual and designed to show off the gentle curves of a female’s body. The huge kettle drums would be pounded by the males as the females lifted their hands into the air and moved their hips in time with the beat. She had been too young to ever dance before being removed to the penal sphere but she had often attempted it when alone just as all young females did.
But the trigol would not be danced in this sphere. It was disallowed because convict females had attempted to use it for prostitution. Tova sighed. Truly there were times she might enjoy wielding a whip onto some of the backs of the greedy. They only considered themselves. She was tired of suffering for their poor choices.
Hawk would enjoy watching her dance…
Tova felt her cheeks slowly heat with a blush. Aye, she could see herself with her hands in the air with Hawk’s eyes following her hips like devoted slaves. She licked her lower lip as the heat from her blush flowed down to her breasts and all the way to her clit. Her mind was busy remembering the way Hawk responded to her as her hands began to roll the melios. She wished she could dance because she was completely certain that Hawk would watch her and only her.
She was insane to allow her mind to wonder so. It was such a dangerous idea but it shimmered with temptation. Hawk would be an intense lover. But he was very much like the amount of melios sitting in front of her. Far too much for one person.
Tova looked at the mountain of sweet confection and giggled at the idea of simply stuffing handfuls of it into her mouth. She would become sick without doubt but she laughed at the idea all the same.
And then she sobered as she began to roll the melios into their customary little round serving allotments. Hawk would overwhelm her. She felt her clit pulse with need as she worked. The shift of emotions left her confused as she struggled to keep up. One moment happy and
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