Though sweat matted her dirty brown hair and dripped down her face, Talla felt no heat. Her meeting with Shanata had left her with such a chill in her bones that it was a wonder her legs could still move. She might freeze up altogether and become a statue on the road. People would remark upon her as they passed. “How lifelike!” they would say, and perhaps wonder why a statue had been made of one of such low rank. Maybe they would peek up her skirt and find it odd that the artisan had given her underwear.
But she wouldn’t be a statue. There were too many things she had yet to do. She forced her stiff legs to walk her home and, with some protest, they walked.
Shanata’s lecture had been abundantly clear on the subject of monogamy. From the sounds of it the guard who had appeared at the doorway of the children’s dormitory had managed to follow Talla but luckily hadn’t managed to identify her. However, from the very private conversation that followed her superior’s lecture, it was obvious that – even if no one else knew – Shanata did know that it had been Talla.
What had given her away?
Talla harkened back to the evening when she and Tina, sitting naked and crying on her bed, had been interrogated by that awful woman while surrounded by enforcers in their leather armour. One of those women in leather armour had seemed to possess the ability to tell when people were lying. It was she that had ended the interrogation by indicating that both Talla and Tina were telling the truth.
Did Shanata possess the same skill?
Probably. Maybe it came with the Form upgrades. Shanata was well known for having as many of those as she could get. In any case, it was obvious that Shanata was letting her off easy with that warning. All she had to do was stay out of trouble.
Pain struck her. An empty feeling in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Staying out of trouble would mean staying away from Zhair’lo. That hurt. Only yesterday, they’d embraced each other. Only yesterday, in the shade of that tree, breaking so many rules, had they come together.
Now she had to give that up? How wrong was that? Why couldn’t they be together?
But the answers came, even to her indignant mind. Her body was not hers, nor was it his. She was an instrument of the Goddess. Her vagina was a tool to be used to glue their society together. If women could absent themselves from that – if men and women could choose some and exclude others – chaos would ensue.
Did it have to be that way? It seemed so.
She felt the tenuous link with Zhair’lo getting weaker and weaker the more she thought about it. Distance could do that too, but this withdrawal had nothing to do with the growing physical space between the white skirted Initiate and her most favoured man.
Lost in the depths of her own misery, she hadn’t even realized that she’d passed through the Temple’s main gates and was entering the Division of Endowment.
Home, she thought with chagrin.
She’d been so happy to have a grown-up place to live. What was that? Two weeks ago? So happy. She’d met Zhair’lo. She’d Served him. Everything had seemed so good. And now she’d have to give up the one thing – the one person – that she wanted most.
Home was an empty consolation.
She passed through Endowment Hall, cool and dark as it always was during the day. Women milled about, doing their work in a slow and gentle fashion out of respect for the intense heat that awaited them outside these walls. More were out in the Tranquil Courtyard, tanning in the nude so as to make sure there were no unsightly lines on their bodies.
Such beautiful women, Talla thought sadly.
Once she had wanted to be like them. Now she wanted a certain other something, and all her previous desires were swept aside.
Grow up, she whined at herself. This is how women live. Deal with it.
The thing for a grown-up woman to do was to go in to the Offices and see if there was anything in her slot.
From heat, nudity and brightness back in to the darkness of serious work and busy women fully clothed. Talla walked quietly to her slot and pulled out the card. No surprise that there was a card. She’d set herself to five Services per week. That worked out to a lot of penises, but she kind of felt like she needed it to make up for not having Zhair’lo.
She wondered who he was. He lived out in Sector one, possibly with the metal workers or maybe the quarrymen.
Very well. She’d go out tonight and fuck his brains out, if that’s what they wanted. It didn’t matter, really, and there was no point not doing her duty if she wasn’t going to have Zhair’lo anyway.
Infuriated was the only word to describe Maksa’s condition.
The Sorceress of Pussy had put her newest Adept into the Stacks with the genealogists, giving the whole bunch of them the goal of trying to codify what it was that Maksa understood with a glance. It was hellishly difficult to explain to them. Every time she pointed out something that was obvious in a matrilineal line of descent, they would give her a counter case – an instance where a woman had voluntarily chosen not to follow in the path of her mother.
Maksa would look at those odd cases and most of the time she could patiently explain why each one did not invalidate her theories. In some cases she could not. The records were so old in some cases that there were no annotations regarding the quality of each of the boys the woman doing her Initiation had used. Perhaps, Maksa would tell them, there was an especially powerful boy that caused the young woman in question to change Disciplines? This type of answer did not satisfy them.
“Just-so stories,” they would criticize.
At first she had found it offensive and so had to reminder herself that this was a scientific endeavour. If her theories were valid, they would stand up to scrutiny. If they could not stand that scrutiny, they would fall or be revised. Such was the emotionless way of the physician.
And none of that had anything to do with her utter infuriation.
Her pussy – or as the men would say, her “pubic hair” – was starting to grow back as an itchy stubble. On top of that irritation was the effect of her recent double upgrade, causing the hair to grow back faster, thicker and, eventually, softer.
That was bad enough.
But something else had happened during the upgrade. She hadn’t been able to curb her sexual arousal. Having tried to ignore it all night, she had eventually given in and masturbated her way to several orgasms. Then she’d woken up in the morning and fingered herself again.
Her labia were now red with irritation from all of the stroking even while they were dreadfully itchy. The fortunate thing was the amount of salve that she had access to. There was quite a bit left over from her recently terminated career as a teacher of Virgins. It was meant for use on their lightly stroked rears, but the aloes it contained did a pretty good job soothing the irritated skin of her genitals.
Even now, sitting here in the Stacks and pouring over genealogy charts in an attempt to mathematically define what her mind spat out without any apparent calculation, she was still horny. Sitting as she was now, with her thighs pressed together, she could feel the stiffness of her clitoris compressed between her swollen lips.
She tensed and relaxed her quadriceps, pulsing them against her genitals. Just two giant, wooden tables away from her, there was an Officer of Pussy studiously working away at something or other. Maksa could hardly afford to have a go at herself given that situation and forced herself to concentrate on her work by biting down on the tip of her tongue.
It was clear from what she was seeing that the circumstances of an Initiation could influence and even override a woman’s genetic inheritance. All it took was an accidental fall with a short delay for a bandage and a woman who should have gone in to Lips or Pussy would be forced to take Strength or Facial. That didn’t take any complex mathematics to comprehend. There was more, though. A lot more. The newer charts would show how much each of the nine boys ejaculated, and that certainly had an effect in making the young Initiates choose a Discipline. But – and this was a big ‘but’ – the boys seemed to ejaculate the most on the body part that should have been favoured anyway.
What did that mean? Did the girls know which boy was best and point him to their favourite body parts? Did the boys simply tend to ejaculate more on the locations that were best for each girl? Were the best boys naturally attracted to the best body parts and somehow found a way to hint to the girls where they wanted to be pointed?
There was a lot about the social dynamics of what went on in those closets that Maksa didn’t know. She vaguely remembered how she acted, but she couldn’t remember why. How did most young girls act in that situation? It wasn’t talked about very much, for some reason, but someone had to have studied it, right?
The Officer heaved a sigh and stood up from her work. Maksa watched nervously out of the corner of her eye as the other woman walked to the torch-bracketed exit and stomped up the grey, stone stairs.
Alone? Oh, gods, could she handle another one?
Her lips were so sensitive that it wasn’t funny anymore. She couldn’t even wear underwear at this point and had chosen to wear her softest, stranded skirt to be as kind as possible to her tender flesh.
But she was alone again and her arousal had long ago worn away her willpower. First she parted the soft, cloth strands of her skirt. Then, with the utmost care, she splayed her fragile lips to give her fingers access to her clitoris. At least that little nub hadn’t been rubbed raw – the saving grace of her state of constant arousal was the abundance of vaginal lubricant she had available.
It was a simple matter to slide two fingers around her entrance and then to rub the fluid from there between her inner lips and around her clit.
Feverish with desire, and knowing that she would pay for every moment of pleasure with hours of excruciating burning in her genitals, she began making gentle circles between her lips, twirling her clitoris round and round. As much as she kept her sensitive, stubbled lips out of the way, she knew that even pulling them open like this was causing them some degrees of stress.
Faintly the desperate woman wondered if someone might detect the scent of her later. It didn’t matter. Something between the double upgrade and her shaven genitals was overloading her senses and it left her helpless as she squeezed her clitoris between finger and thumb.
Not good enough.
She abandoned the pretence of treating her body kindly. Her tortured lips would have to look out for themselves as she need both of her hands – the left to work her engorged clitoris and the right to plunge two fingers to knuckle depth in her vagina.
Gods help her if that annoyed Officer came back in now.
Maksa was panting, squeezing her eyes shut against the stinging pain she was inflicting upon herself.
Let’s get this over with quickly, she thought with a wince as she jabbed at herself. Oh! There it is.
She thrust her fingers up inside herself in a manner most unkind – and again – and again. Clenching her teeth against the screams that begged to escape her throat, she held herself to a faint and pathetic mewling as her vaginal muscles wrapped themselves snugly about her fingers and pulsed away while the fingers of her left hand pushed her clitoris down.
The spasms passed in a short period of time and she became aware once more of her surroundings. Still in the Stacks; still sitting in front of numerous documents spread out before her.
After baring out a post orgasmic shudder, she took a deep breath and wiped her fingers off on the waist band of her yellow skirt. She hoped that the candles would cover up the smell of the vaginal juices she had expelled before anyone else came down those stairs.
That should sate her lust for at least an hour. She could work now, possible, and save the rest for whomever she would be Serving tonight.
“Patah,” Talla called out in to the large stone hall.
The quarrymen lived in a building with a style and flavour that set itself well apart from the structures in the rest of the town. This place felt more like a cave than a house. The grey stone that was found in few other places was the main construction material here. Even the tables on which the men played their games and set their ales were made of rough edged sheets of stone as thick as any three of Talla’s fingers.
The men themselves were much like their buildings – rough around the edges of built like walls. Smashing and picking at rocks all day, then lifting the big blocks they’d cut on to the backs of carts left them all in a state as cleanly carved as that which they produced. She’d waited with some anxiety as the older members of her group called out names and were led away through doorways to smaller caves.
They’re not actually caves, she reminded herself. It’s just the grey stone throwing you off.
A lifetime of exposure to the brown and beige varieties of sandstone had left with her with some assumptions.
Where was Patah? Most of these men looked much too old – and too frighteningly large – to be in her range. What would it be like to be in the arms of someone with muscles like that, grunting and sweating over top of her? Or underneath her? She gulped nervously, trying not to let her worry show through. Why hadn’t Patah answered?
A head poked out of a back room. It was a young man with darkish skin, slightly slanted eyes and the strangest hair she had ever seen. He had shaved his entire skull except for a strip that went from his forehead straight back to his neck. From this strip of hair he had made a jet black ponytail into which was woven his blue ribbon.
At least he was Talla’s age and, if she were to guess his build based on the one arm and shoulder she could see, he did not count himself among the gigantic stone throwers who lived here.
“Oh, sorry!” he shouted to her, most inappropriately.
Her confusion was cleared up when she saw him shuck off an apron and hand it to someone out of her sight. A kitchen boy, then. She breathed a sigh of relief. The monstrous men, the primary population of the quarry house, were not in her line up for tonight. Some other day perhaps she might be ready for someone like that. For now, they ignored her and she tried not to think about them.
Patah dashed out and took her hand, his eyes sheepishly meeting hers.
“Sorry about that,” he said in a quick babbling voice. “I was Served two days ago and didn’t think I’d be up again so soon.”
She wondered about that. The needs of the men must be matched to the pace of the women – and the women got considerable allowance for how they wanted to be paced. Men expected sex only once every three days, and Talla was out Serving five times a week? That meant that a lot women Served less than Talla did.
“Must be your lucky day,” she told him with a smile.
His eyes never really settled on anything, darting to her eyes, the ceiling, down to her chest, back to the floor and on and on. It was a strange kind of nervous. She hoped that he wasn’t going to be like Shen. He wasn’t anything like any of the others she’d been with, most especially Zhair’lo.
Zhair’lo, she thought, laid with me in the grass and found a place under a tree.
She possessed only the most vague awareness of Zhair’lo now. He was out there, that was for certain, but no information passed to her – no sense of him at all beyond the fact of his existence.
She had to stop thinking of Zhair’lo. Here was Patah, who led her to his cave – his room, she reminded herself – and expected Service. That was her duty and she would not shirk it.
Shirk it? She needed it at least as badly as he did.
Patah turned his back to the door and pushed it open with his hip, ushering her in.
“You’re, uh,” he stuttered at her, barely meeting her eyes before glancing away.
Looking at his shoulder, she approached him, waiting until her breasts were up against his chest before looking in to his eyes.
“I’m, uh?” she mocked with impish delight.
He looked down in to her cleavage.
“Uh, well, kinda big,” he replied with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah,” she drawled out slowly. “I am kinda big. Kinda special that way.”
Boys like Patah brought out the best in her. Trust to courage, the teachers had said. This gentleness called on her bravery. The intimidation of that giant stone hall and its population of dusty, muscular statues had passed out of her mind. Here was a boy her age, no more or less experienced than she and captivated by her breasts.
Talla knew how to deal with that and it didn’t involve waiting around for this naive boy to make a move. She pushed him backwards onto his bed, a piece of furniture which had the singular distinction of not being made of stone. Tina’s top having long since been returned, it was her own plain white piece that covered her breasts. She knelt on his bed, straddling his chest, and removed that top in one smooth go, yanking it off over her head.
Her breasts fell as well as they had ever fallen and the stunned look their sudden exposure had on Patah’s expression was all that she could have asked for. He lay before her with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
She leaned over him, grabbing his hands and pinning them to the bed behind his head as her naked breasts hung before his eyes.
Left and right she swung them, letting her nipples dangle just out of reach of his mouth, getting closer and closer with each pass. Rapt in her spell, he tried to reach for her with his lips; tried to capture those tantalizing points. She teased him endlessly, keeping herself just out of his reach until – after one sweep came a little too close – he reached out with his tongue and caught the very tip of her nipple.
Oh! Such a delightful surprise. She had never expected …
Unable to hold herself back, she plunged her breast, nipple and all, down in to his mouth. He sucked it up greedily, his tongue working around her aureola and wetting a huge swath of her skin. It was so much like what Zhair’lo had done that she a dizzying vision – just for a moment – of being back in that clearing by the well.
Where was Zhair’lo? What was he doing?
Zhair’lo remembered Yua from the night before. He mostly remembered her eyes. Well … that and the part where he came on her breasts. It was no surprise when she came out to the farmhouse with the usual gaggle of women in their yellow and orange finery. Neither was it a surprise when she quietly called out his name.
She had the dark hair and heavily slanted eyes that told a story of having come from very, very far away. Even the way that she spoke his name was a bit strange, as if the ‘l’ gave her a bit of a tough time.
He took her tiny hand in his and gently led her to the stairs. She was a much smaller girl than any of those he’d been with before. Zhair’lo had never felt like he was particularly large, but Yua made him feel like a giant – at least once they got out of the common room and left the older men behind.
Yua followed him in shy silence until he opened the door to his bedroom and waved her in.
She gulped nervously at the threshold.
“You all right?” he asked.
She nodded, took a hesitant step forward and paused again.
“You will be, uh, gentle?” she pleaded.
Her eyes briefly met his and quickly shied away.
“Of course,” he said.
Taking a breath, she stepped in to his room.
“Are you – worried?”
She nodded and continued rapidly: “You’ve been Served before, though, right?”
“Yeah, a few times.”
She seemed relieved and finally met his eyes without hesitation.
“So you know what to do.”
It was not quite a question.
“More or less,” he said, closing the door.
Her eyebrows rose in concern.
“More or less?”
“It seems to me,” he shrugged, “that there are lots of ways to do it. I can’t have found ‘em all just yet.”
She was tense. Zhair’lo could tell without looking too hard that she wasn’t going to be the kind to jump at him all of a sudden. He bit a corner of his lip thoughtfully as he went over to the window and opened the wooden shutters.
The distant glow on the horizon was the Temple. Talla’s Temple. She might be in there somewhere, or out Serving somebody else. It felt as if she were very far away. Nothing to do about that now. He turned to face Yua.
The virgin in her white, ankle-length skirt was still looking quietly at the floor. Zhair’lo wasn’t sure where to go from here, so he held out his hand to her. The speed with which she seized it told him that this had been the right thing to do.
Slowly and without any particular insistence, he reeled her in until her breasts nudged up against the bottom of his rib cage. She was quite short – the shortest of any girl he’d held in his arms.
“You sure you’re all right?” he asked.
She nodded confirmation, putting her chin on his collarbone so she could look up at him through her eyelashes. He almost went cross-eyed.
“It’s a little awkward,” she whispered.
She shook her head.
“It’s been over two months of trying,” she explained.
“This was your third try,” he nodded, peering at her and trying to understand.
She blinked at him as she grasped for words.
“The dorm they put us in -”she stammered and stopped.
“With the other Sealed Virgins …” he continued for her.
“We had, well, each other, you see?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “I’ve heard.”
Was this what she was concerned about? The girls who found pleasure with each other when they were denied boys? What was the trouble with that?
“Someone told you?” Yua asked as her eyes went wide and she pushed away from him ever so slightly.
“After I broke through Nadine’s Seal,” he said. “She came here the next night and mentioned it.”
“Nadine,” Yua said softly, almost – if Zhair’lo read it right – reverently.
“Yeah,” Zhair’lo nodded. “Made me promise I’d keep going back until I’d gotten all of you out of that, uh, room or dorm or whatever it is.”
Yua’s gaze softened, finding something in the sky to look at for a moment.
“I miss Nadine,” she said in a whisper softer than cotton.
“You and Nadine used to, um?”
“Um,” Yua confirmed with a nostalgic sigh.
There was an image that sent a surge of blood to his loins: Nadine and Yua locked in a passionate and desperate embrace. At first he imagined Yua’s naked breasts rubbing against Nadine’s rather gorgeous nipples, but he realized the error there. The chest enhancement Yua currently supported, exaggerated as it was by her tiny frame, wouldn’t have been in play when the two of them were still Sealed. It would have been two very slim, nearly flat chested eighteen year old girls in that bed of his imagination.
“Aren’t there other girls in the room?” Zhair’lo asked
“Yes, four to a room.”
“Don’t the others notice?”
Yua shrugged. “They’re doing the same thing.”
“But what’s that have to do with tonight?”
“Well,” Yua replied with a sideways glance. “You kind of get used to it.”
Zhair’lo mouth opened with an ‘ah’ of realization.
“You’re finding it hard to – switch over – to men?”
“It’s a little weird,” she explained and her voice became rushed, almost babbling. “I looked forward to it for so long, y’know, the real thing – and I do want it to be you. You got me out of there – but now that I’m here, all that’s in my head is a bunch of things the teachers told us about sex and all the times I was, y’know, with Nadine and some of the other girls.”
Zhair’lo nodded patiently.
“So you’re not sure how to start?”
She looked up at him again.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Her eyes narrowed as she appeared to be searching her memories.
“But I do know where to start,” she said quite suddenly.
With that declaration and a determined look on her face, she slide down to her knees and began unfastening his pants.
It was probably best, Zhair’lo decided then and there, to let her take the lead. At the very least, she got his shorts off with considerable speed and skill and after that there seemed little point in getting in the way.
As it was, his penis was still hanging down a bit, only partially aroused. Still leaning against the wall, he watched as Yua carefully extended her tongue and licked a faint and gentle line along the top of it from his tip to the base. He found himself delirious waiting for her to do it again and, after the second lick was complete, he realized that he’d been holding his breath in anticipation.
She took him in hand then, lifting his partial erection so it pointed at the bridge of her nose, and gave a wide tongued lick to the underside. Waving her entire head back and forth, she graced the sensitive bit of skin on the underside with a thorough and repeated bath with her tongue.
Pulling off, she looked up at him and spoke.
“They taught us all this,” she told him. “Just theory, though.”
“Good theory,” he murmured desperately.
She smiled, obviously having grown more comfortable, and took the head of his penis in her mouth so she could swirl her tongue around and around and …
He came free of her mouth suddenly and she stood up, her face blushing red. With a pull of a single tie, her long, white skirt came free of her waist and slid down in to a pile at her ankles.
It still gave him a start, seeing a girl do that and finding her naked under her skirt. Nothing, not even a single pubic hair, to shield her genitals from his eyes. She drew him over the bed and pushed him down. He waited, laying on his side facing her.
Standing by his bed, her breasts still covered but otherwise nude, Yua looked at him thoughtfully – first at his erection and then at his eyes.
“There are lots of way, you said?” she asked.
Making a decision, she laid herself down reversed to him with her head by his crotch. Lying on her side, she propped one of her legs up so he could see her hairless genitals clearly.
A moment later and she was licking at his penis again with quick, darting assaults on various sensitive locations from the underside of his testicles to the end of his shaft. She would pause occasionally to look up and meet his eyes.
The third pause was longer and she gazed at him oddly. Her eyes twitched towards her bare mound. Zhair’lo shot her a querulous look.
“It’s what we do for each other,” she hinted.
His confused look elicited a light sigh. She then nodded at her crotch again and wiggled her tongue at him.
Well, why not? If girls could do it for him, and for each other, why couldn’t he do it for her? Where to begin? What did he know?
He’d brought Natta to orgasm with his fingers after all, so he had a decent idea of what went on down there. His hands took possession of her tiny waist and pulled her mound to his lips. A murmur of appreciation came from Yua as he planted a tiny kiss on the cleft in her lips. Finding her leaking with moisture, even at that gentle pressure, he pressed harder until he found that little nub of flesh that had pleased Natta so much.
Yua moaned, sucking a great length of penis in to her mouth in enthusiastic gratitude.
Zhair’lo parted her lips with his hand and took the hard little nub in to his mouth, applying as much suction as he dared. She tasted of a strange and tangy fruit juice.
“Oh,” Yua moaned, having cleared her mouth. “My clit …”
She shook herself for a moment.
“Clitoris,” she said. “That little thing – Oh!”
For he’d done it again, sucking on her clit and wiggling his tongue back and forth across it. Her legs tensed and it seemed that it took her the greatest of effort not to clamp them shut as the overwhelming pleasure of his actions washed over her. He moved his tongue faster and faster still until she suddenly pulled away from him, gasping for breath.
It took a moment, but she found some air for her lungs and eventually sat up beside him. With some embarrassment, she met his eyes for a brief moment before looking down.
“There’s a – favour – I want to ask you,” she said quietly.
Biting her lips to draw on her courage, she pushed him on his back and straddled his chest while facing him. She reached behind her neck and undid the ties on her top.
“Your double upgrade,” she told him shyly as she exposed her chest to him.
With a deep breath, she inched up his body ever so slowly until her well soaked mound was just over his face.
“Please?” she asked with meekness in her voice.
She seemed too small to actually hurt him, and he’d never done any of this before, so …
“Sure,” he replied and smiled.
He reached around her side to cup her breasts in his hands as she lowered her pussy to his lips. There was nothing to do now but go straight to her clit, forcing her easily spread lips apart with his mouth and seizing on the hardened nub.
Yua moaned again and shifted all of her wait on to her pubic bone, forcing his chin up inside her vagina. She grounded herself against him as he worked her clit as hard and fast as he could.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she shrieked.
Girls only seem tiny and light, Zhair’lo realized, when they aren’t putting their entire body mass on your chin. He hoped she came quickly, which seemed quite likely.
“Just – like – Oh!”
And just like that, he felt her coming, the tensing and releasing of the muscles of her vagina as they squeezed at his now quite wet chin.
It wasn’t a very long orgasm, as such things went. She ran her hands through her sweaty hair to brush it off her face and took a moment to sit back on his chest. At least it gave his jaw some relief.
“Thank you,” she breathed. “Now what about you?”
Patah was doing some good work on her breasts. She wished that she had a Point upgrade. Watching and feeling him sucking on her nipples was great, but she had a pretty solid notion that it would be better with a little Augmentation.
There had been enough of that anyway. It was time to get serious. Could she get penetration in this position and still leave a breast for him to suckle on? She could try.
A little neck craning on his part, a little weight shifting on hers.
The tip of his erection was at her entrance. She was moist and ready – oh, most definitely ready.
She pushed herself down, waiting for the mesh to take hold, to feel his emotions, to …
Dizzyness. This wasn’t right. What was -?
“What about me?” Zhair’lo asked.
“I’m ready now,” she said, eyes on fire.
She slid her hips down his body until his penis bumped up against her ass. Knees spread wide, she angled her hips until his tip was pushing her saliva soaked lips.
Yua pushed down, shedding her fear and her virginity in one swift stroke.
Disoriented as she was, Talla recognized this feeling.
“A mesh is no place for three,” the physician had said.
There were too many people in this mesh, and her eyes had stopped working so she couldn’t even see what was going on. Had someone else been in the bedroom? She didn’t think so. If the mesh was no place for three, it definitely wasn’t a place for however many were attached to her now.
She was suffocating and her head was aching. There was nothing but pain and ephemeral hands grasping at body parts and other things. She couldn’t put a name or a place on any of it.
What was the problem?
There were too many people in this mesh.
Get some of them out.
She concentrated her attention on those extra bonds, the ones that were the most frail, the weakest and most easily broken. Whatever those were, they had to go. She could never break the strong one; the one with Patah. That mesh simply would not yield.
So she hacked away at everything else, tossing off those imaginary hands, those prying fingers.
With a ping that was almost audible, she felt them snap away, and with that sanity returned.
Patah looked up at her, mildly confused. He quickly shook it off and refastened his mouth to the nearest available of her breasts.
What had that been? Zhair’lo had never felt anything so nauseating in a mesh before. It almost felt like Hunting during an upgrade, but much worse. He had felt so tangled up and lost for a few seconds and then, with an uncomfortable snap, found everything back to normal with an eager Yua gently sliding her vagina up and down the length of his shaft.
Very well, then.
Yua, at least, didn’t seem to care. She’d just taken her first man, slid him up inside her as easily as a perfectly fit glove. She was tight but she didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with his erection. She was even letting the swollen head of his shaft repeatedly exit and enter her vagina, pushing at the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, repeatedly stretching it.
“So much bigger than fingers,” she murmured in appreciation.
It made Zhair’lo wonder, ever so briefly, if she meant her own fingers or Nadine’s. He couldn’t think for long, though. The motion of his swollen head breaking repeatedly through the ever tightening and moist hole he had unsealed was bringing him to the brink. That was probably why she was doing it. The mesh let her feel his pleasure and that appeared to more than cancel out any pain she was feeling.
Zhair’lo reached for her breasts, squeezing them as tightly as he could in an attempt to hold himself back.
When his orgasm reached the point of inevitability, she slid her hips down, taking the entire length of his penis inside her, the tip pushing up against some deeper, inviolable wall. It was there, against that wall that prevented further progress, that his erection was about to expend itself.
Yua screamed as he sank his fingers in to her doubly Augmented breasts and exploded inside her belly, filling her with his fluid.
Maksa had been hoping that if she let her man for the evening do her from behind, it would make things easier on the abused skin around her genitals. It was almost considered unbecoming for a woman of Sweetness to do it like this, but she needed the sex quite badly and she wanted to avoid the pain.
So here she stood, legs planted firmly on the floor, bent over at the waist, with some brilliant hulk of a man pounding ruthlessly away at her, thumping his pelvis repeatedly at her cheeks.
She could hardly blame him for the pain given that, first of all, she kept begging him to do it harder and, second of all, the cause of her discomfort was all the masturbating she’d been doing.
Maybe, just maybe, if she could draw three orgasms out of him – real, meshed orgasms, not the self-induced kind – then she would be able to rid herself of her excessive arousal.
Talla hadn’t really been a serious participant in the post-coital social gatherings in Endowment Hall. If you didn’t count the night Inga had made her go – the night she’d lost her virginity – she’d really never gone at all.
Tonight was different.
She’d lost contact with Zhair’lo when she’d snapped the extraneous bonds from that confused mesh.
It was for the best, wasn’t it? Just disconnect. Let him slip away. The thing they’d had was not the way things were suppose to be. They weren’t entitled to that kind of relationship. It was destructive and anti-social. So give it up. Give him up.
“Rough night?” the girl minding the bar asked.
“I guess so,” Talla shrugged, letting her manner ward off further discussion.
The girl was no one that Talla knew, after all, and there were few people with whom she could discuss this matter anyway. She took a look around the room. Having run Patah out of energy so early in the evening, there were few people to socialize with in any event.
“What do people drink that isn’t as bad as that, uh, gold stuff in the little glasses?” she asked the bartender.
“Brandy a bit too strong for you?” came the response. “I’ll make you a drink with fruit juice, keep it light?”
“Alright,” Talla nodded.
She didn’t want to feel sick like the last time, but maybe a little bit of alcohol could help. The bartender was prompt, slicing and squeezing an orange and then mixing it with a small quantity of alcohol in a tall glass.
“There ya go,” she said, handing it over to Talla.
“This a fun job?” Talla asked.
“Better than laundry.”
Talla nodded agreeably. The girl who had served her was wearing the knee length skirt of a Virgin. There was a whole host of jobs Talla simply got to skip past because she’d been bumped straight to Initiate. Bartending was probably the nicest of those jobs. You just hung out with all the women coming back from Service, poured a few drinks, stayed up late and slept in in the morning. Nothing at all like taking care of children. She didn’t really want to stay too late, knowing how poorly she’d do her duties in the morning.
She also didn’t want to sleep. Zhair’lo was out there and she couldn’t feel him properly. He wasn’t dead or anything like that – she was certain that she’d be able to tell if something truly fatal occurred – but he felt very, very far away.
After waving a thank you at the bartender, she tried to find a quiet spot in the back of Endowment Hall. The place was mostly empty and she hoped that other women would know that she didn’t feel like socializing. If she just snuggled up in a couch by a fire somewhere, maybe she could – if she was lucky – just maybe – get a better sense of her favourite man.
Here. This was a good place. Just in front of the doorways that led to baffled hallways protecting the Tranquil Courtyard. She could just sit here with her drink, close her eyes, and think of Zhair’lo.
Was he thinking of her? Could it be like that again, when their minds were together and they could share thoughts?
It was tenuous, like tugging on a single thread of a spider’s web and hoping to pull the whole thing along with you. If she tried too hard, she knew that she would break it. The volume in the Hall was increasing as more women came in. It made for a rather pleasant, hypnotizing chatter that allowed Talla to relax.
Closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair, she started to tug very gently on the one thread she had – the one very weak connection linking her mind to Zhair’lo’s. Patiently, knowing that she had all night, she drew it out, pulling it closer to her, looking for a second thread to grasp.
Talla’s eyes snapped opened to see a dark-haired woman decked out in a sparkly orange dress leaning over her with concern.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” she replied quickly. “Just – um – resting.”
“Some nights are more tiring than others,” she smiled at Talla knowingly. “Best to get off to bed if that’s the case.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Talla answered with a nod, popping out of her chair. “Maybe a little fresh air.”
The woman, probably an Acolyte, turned gently on her heel and strode off. Not wanting to look suspicious, Talla slipped away through the baffles into the Tranquil Courtyard. Here, certainly, was a place where she could lie quiet and undisturbed. The distant sounds of the Hall were a faint murmur.
Author’s Notes: The Noxus Universe is an expanse story that has been in the works for 11+ years. The Noxus Universe will consist of a variety of short stories, some erotic some not, revolving around Keith Lynn Montgomery and his lover Stately Michel Donahue.
All characters are well over the age of 18 and all sexual activity is consensual. Use of these characters is prohibited. The characters are original and very dear to me. Please respect that.
Sitting at his vanity Stately nursed a glass of brandy as his mind went back to that strange day three weeks ago. He had been taking the time out of his schedule to work through all he had heard that day. All he had seen, but he always came up with the same conclusion: that wasn’t the Keith he knew.
“If there are no objections…” Keith was oddly keeping his gaze averted from Stately as he spoke to the Commanders and their Seconds seated around the long conference table.
Some shifted a bit nervously, which was understandable. None, other than his lover Stately, had ever been subject to his telepathy. He didn’t speak, just waited for them to get over their fear and uncertainty. He had long ago went into a lengthy conversation about how his telepathy worked and the safety of what he was offering so he had no intentions of explaining it again. But he could wait, so he did.
Stately was the first to speak, “I do not object,” he glanced at Keith and was disappointed yet again that their eyes didn’t meet.
The prince spoke then, “Nor do I,” at the sound of his voice the uneasy fidgeting stopped. He lifted his head and looked Keith straight in the eye, “I trust you.”
That seemed to be enough, the prince’s endorsement had every one else answer in the affirmative. Keith nodded, sighed, then closed his eyes…
Stately placed the squat glass onto the wooden surface of the vanity, the brandy long watered down, and leaned back in his chair. That entire evening was horrific. Keith had been blindsided and placed into a position that he couldn’t get out of. Stately admitted that he was still angry at Atlanta for that.
On that fateful day three weeks ago, before the meeting had even begun, she had stood up and addressed the assembly, stating that every one needed to know of Keith’s origins because it may come up in battle. Keith had looked mortified and had asked her if they really needed to get into that, but she had been adamant and once said now everyone was curious about what she was referring too. Then she said it would be easier to show them all and had instructed for Keith to use his telepathy to share his memories. Stately remembered the resigned look Keith had on his face then the sorrowful gaze that had shifted his way.
The images came out of order, but the message was quite clear. Keith used to be the Second in Command of the current enemy that Noxus was preparing for war with now. And he seemed to relish his job.
The scenes changed rapidly, memories of stabbing a man through the jugular, slicing a woman in half with a broad sword; over and over again they came. Changing and morphing until one key element became clear: Keith had been an assassin. That, however wasn’t the most shocking thing the commanders saw that evening. No, it was that of Keith, beating, stabbing and humiliating the woman he calls commander now.
Though it seemed imposable Keith would bring Atlanta near death, just to smirk in her face, wait until she heals only to torture her again.
Stately stood up and with a heavy sigh went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. He didn’t know just how much longer he could think of this. His beautiful Keith, had at one time be a brutal monster. Oh God Stately thought I called him that…
Another night and Keith couldn’t sleep. Three weeks. He never imagined Stately would be angry with him for this long. Mostly though, he was surprised at his own strong feelings at being ignored by his lover. Three weeks ago was when he realized Stately’s opinions about him held weight.
Commander Anastasia Liakos jerked back, gasping as she shook her head violently, trying to rid herself of the image. Keith broke their telepathic connection but allowed the others he held to stay. She was staring at him wide eyed, with her mouth slightly ajar.
Keith didn’t see it, his eyes were downcast, ashamed and angry at having to show these people his unpleasant past. He didn’t think they needed to know any of this, but his commander had given him an order and he had obeyed. His reputation was strenuous as it was and this would not help him gain favor with anyone. Not that it bothered him all that much; the only opinion that mattered to him besides his best friend Skylenia was Stately’s.
This realization had surprised them, he hadn’t realized Stately had become that important to him. When they had begun their relationship it was purely sexual. They had agreed on it and it worked for them. Besides Keith wasn’t even a part of this realm, so there was no point in trying to start a relationship. However, after months of working together and sleeping together Stately had obviously seeped into his heart.
Because now Keith was ashamed and he couldn’t look at his lover, though he knew Stately was staring at him.
It was gnawing at him now; this feeling of loneliness that was within his heart now that Stately was no longer talking to him. He was kind of afraid to really look deeply into what that could mean, but he could at least acknowledge that it meant Stately meant more to him than just a convenient fuck buddy.
That night had been rough for him. To be called out like that, humiliated really…it almost broke him, shattered the walls he had worked years on building. And while Atlanta was quick to convey her trust in him and had even allowed the others in on her good memories of him it had been too late. Stately had already left the room.
Keith broke all the connections with a sigh and cleared his throat. He never liked reliving his past, especially that time in it and he surely didn’t want to share it in such graphic detail. These were commanders and soldiers he would have to fight beside. How would they ever trust him now?
“What the hell?!” Commander Liakos was the first to speak, “We let you into our kingdom! Into our home!” She slammed her fist down on the table and screamed, “Just how many battle strategies and secrets have you memorized to take back to your precious Amanda?! Hmm?! You son of a bitch!”
“No no!” Keith snapped his head up and looked at her, making eye contact, “I am not…it’s not like that!”
“Liar! How are we supposed to believe anything you say!?”
“Trust me,” Atlanta finally spoke up, “that life is an old one. We needed you to know though, because Amanda has a flare for the theatrics. She would exploit his past, try to turn you against him, but if you already know going into battle then her words wouldn’t have the desired affect.”
“I’m not that man anymore,” Keith was looking at Anastasia but was pleading to Stately, “I swear…he is gone.”
“Exactly,” Atlanta nodded, “the thing everyone should be taking away from this is-”
“That he’s a monster.”
The words were whispered, but in the stunned silence of the room they were easy to hear. Stately stood then, having said his peace then turned abruptly and left the room.
Keith shuddered as he remembered those words. He had finally looked at his lover and saw as the door slowly clicked shut behind him. He didn’t speak after that. He used his telepathy again to show the others Atlanta’s memories. She had showed them how they had escaped together from Amanda’s grasp, their friendship afterwards and their brief, but exciting sexual relationship. Keith had been stunned to feel her love for him. It was deeper than the platonic emotions he had for her. He still hadn’t spoken, but he did give her a look that she staunchly ignored. And in truth he didn’t care. He was worried about Stately and he wanted nothing more than to rush out of the room and find him and reassure him. He didn’t want to answer questions and justify his past to that room full of judgmental and angry commanders. He remembered just how much he needed Stately in that moment and the sadness that had hit him when he realized that Stately would be too angry to respond.
“Stop!” The prince held up his hand and the room immediately fell silent, “Let us not argue about his past deeds,” Danielle’s gray eyes scanned the room and landed on every single one of his commanders, “what we need to do now is determine if we feel secure and confident enough to allow Commander Montgomery to still fight beside us.”
There were a few grumbles and Keith felt he should speak up then, “I would like to still be able to go into battle with you. Commander Donahue and I have trained our unit well during these last few months and I would feel like I would be letting them down if I were not at their side during their first battle against people such as Amanda and her crew.”
“Demons like you, you mean,” Commander Drake sneered.
Keith was used to his prejudice and fear. He had spoken up about his dislike for people like him on many other occasions so he just ignored him and went on, “I feel like if I were not there it would be as if I were throwing them into the deep end of the ocean. I can’t leave them to flounder alone.”
“They won’t be alone,” Liakos said with a frown of distrust still leveled at Keith, “Commander Donahue will be there.”
“No,” the prince spoke, “I have instructed that he be with his calvary unit,” he sighed then pointed at Commander Drake, “Go find him. He needs to have say in this.”
It took longer than expected, but sooner than Keith would have liked, but Stately walked back in with a stone expression on his face. He didn’t sit, he just looked at his prince and lifted a brow in a silent question of ‘well…”
“Should Commander Montgomery be allowed to fight?”
Stately let out a snort, “Of course. Is that all?”
“Yes,” Danielle spoke slowly, with an edge of warning. Stately may be his best friend, but he still wouldn’t be permitted to speak in that tone with him while in front of others.
Stately heard the warning and bowed respectively, “Shall I take me leave?”
“Yes,” the prince nodded and looked at his friend sadly.
Just as Stately turned to leave Keith spoke, “Stately?” He was uncaring that he used his first name in the assembly or that it might suggest that they were lovers. He looked at him hopefully.
Stately glanced over his shoulder, his violet eyes sparking with anger, “No,” was all he said then he was gone again.
Keith closed his eyes and tried to sleep. There was nothing he could do now, but wait for Stately to give him a sign that would let him know he was willing to talk.
At 4:30 in the morning the klaxon sounded jolting the entire kingdom awake. The battle was at hand and Keith rushed to get dressed in his Noxus armor. He gripped his sword and swept out the door and rushed down the stairs into the main hall. Others were already there, despite Keith’s speed in getting ready. There was a sort of organized frenzy going on as men and women found their units and said their goodbyes to their loved ones.
Keith sensed Stately the moment he walked into the room. He was giving out orders and pulling on his riding gloves. He looked stunning in his uniform, his blonde hair shone brightly against the dark garment, the muted black metal of his breast plate and shoulder caps made him appear intimidating despite his short lean stature. Keith glanced down and saw his knee high riding boots and even in the mist of this serious situation he couldn’t help the image of Stately in nothing but just those boots laid out before him in his bed flushed with arousal that flashed into his mind.
He needed to speak to him. He couldn’t wait, this battle would be epic, he knew Amanda never pulled punches, and as in every battle there was no guarantee that either of them would make it out alive. That thought made him nauseous, the thought of losing Stately was too much to bear.
He made his way over to him, about to call out to him, but realized that Stately probably wouldn’t respond. But if he thought I needed his services as a Commander…
Keith lifted his hand and called out firmly, but with a hint of question in the tone, “Commander Donahue,” when Stately looked in his direction Keith waved his hand, beckoning him over.
Stately rattled off some orders to a man beside him then made his way through the crowd and over to Keith. Keith didn’t speak, just turned and started walking, as if his issue needed to be addressed away from the commotion. Stately caught up quickly and soon the two were making their way over to the edge of the crowd.
Suddenly without warning Keith gripped Stately’s upper arm and in the same moment opened the side door. He thrust his lover inside the room, it turned out to be a small greenhouse, before he closed the door. Thankfully the moon was still low and the two men could see one another well.
Keith saw Stately’s expression of confusion, but before his lover could say anything he scooped him up into his arms and kissed him soundly. Stately gasped against his lips, but didn’t object, in fact he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck and kissed him back just as passionately. Keith was stunned that his body didn’t respond to the heated kiss, instead of his cock swelling his heart did and the emotion that flooded him shook him to the core.
He ended the kiss, but rested his forehead against his lover’s, “I couldn’t allow us to go into battle without saying something,” he whispered breathlessly, “I know you are angry with me, but I swear to you,” at this he pulled back so he could look Stately right in the eye, “I swear I was going to tell you. I never meant for you to find out that way and I wasn’t trying to lie to you…I was just…I was just working up the…courage,” he tripped over the word, hating to admit weakness, but knowing that if anyone could appreciate his honesty it would be Stately, “I know you hate me now, but…God, I’m sorry. So sorry!”
Stately shook his head, “I don’t hate you. I just needed time to think…to process all that I had learned,” he gave him a soft smile, “I had every intention of coming back to you. I…” he looked away, clearly thinking over something. Keith didn’t speak, allowing Stately his time. Stately knew of their status, their purely physical agreement had been lost quite some time ago. Keith had said it before one evening that they were well past it and Stately had agreed. In fact, Stately had been longing for that progression of their relationship for quite a while before Keith had even mentioned it. Still though, he recognized that Keith wasn’t the settling down, white picket fence sort of man. At least he didn’t think he was. But Keith had a point; they were going into battle and things needed to be said.
So with a deep breath he looked back at Keith and said firmly, surely, “I love you.”
Keith’s shock was evident on his face. His brows were raised and his lips slightly parted. He stood there frozen, not exactly sure how Stately had grown to love a man like him.
Stately seeing the surprise and not really expecting an answer anyway looked away and tried to move from out of the circle of Keith’s arms.
The movement brought Keith back into the present and he tightened his grip then said, “Yeah.”
Stately look up at him, “Yeah,” he whispered with a nod hoping Keith would believe his declaration even if it wasn’t returned.
Keith, sensing Stately’s misunderstanding said more firmly, “Yeah.”
Stately frowned a bit, confused, but then he saw Keith’s eyes shift and he could feel his uneasiness then it all suddenly clicked. Stately found himself smirking, triumphant, “Yeah?”
When Keith saw that little smile he knew Stately understood, “Yeah,” he said again with softness and love in his voice.
Stately chuckled gleefully, “Yeah,” he nodded his head as he came up on his tip toes and kissed Keith once more. He took his time with the kiss, ignoring for the moment that he should be out with his unit, preparing his horse. But Keith, in his own utterly adorable way, had just confessed his love as well. He wasn’t about to let this moment of pure happiness and contentment slip away. This could very well be their last moment together and he was going to relish in their shared love for one another for as long as he could.