The Ta'e'sha Chronicles: Daughters of Terra

by Theolyn Boese

  Daeshen opened one sleepy eye and stretched sensually against the silky sheets. “And just where do you think you’re going?” His arm snapped out, catching Kyrin’s belt and yanking him back down to the bed. Slipping his other hand behind Kyrin’s neck Daeshen pulled him down for a soft nibbling kiss.

  Humming softly in his throat, Kyrin deepened the kiss for a moment before lifting his head. “She’s here, medical just paged me. I’m going to go give them our samples and specs.” Watching Daeshen roll onto his stomach, Kyrin slowly trailed his fingers along his lover’s spine. He admired the long elegant line of his lover’s back. Several heavy strands of Daeshen’s silvery blue hair curled around his forearm.

  Peeking up from the pillow he was hugging, Daeshen smiled. “I was reading some of the books in her collection ... She is very interested in her species’ water mythology, isn’t she? I found the tales of the merfolk very interesting. She seems to have collected stories from almost every culture on her planet. It will be interesting to discuss it with her; some of them mirror things in our own history. However, I found that rather large collection of erotica even more fascinating.” He grinned.

  Kyrin grinned back. “As did I. I think she’ll be very happy once she settles in.” He stood and glided to the door.

  Making his way to the medical area he commed Whist. “How many pickups left, Whist?”

  “Fifteen, Captain. As well as the twelve passengers left to make selections. I have all our data ready to transmit to the other ships for the remaining subjects who weren’t chosen. Also, we have retrieved all the samples we were scheduled to acquire.”

  “Very good, has the paperwork for Theadora been completed?”

  “Yes, Captain. Her belongings have been deconned and will be delivered during the next shift. Her media articles, excluding her books, have been downloaded. She had a rather archaic computer setup, even for this planet’s standards. We took the liberty of removing the information and wiping the memory before donating it to a local charity along with the media items. The data was also loaded to your personal computer.”

  “Thank you, Whist. Carry on.” His eyes gleamed as he commed Daeshen. “That charming brat Whist downloaded her computer to ours. Would you care to see if you could find those files she found so very enthralling? Having watched her read them, I’m dying of curiosity.”

  “I would love to.” Daeshen’s deep voice purred in his ear. He, too, was very curious about those files, considering how aroused Theadora became when she read them.

  Kyrin entered the medical area; he paused for a moment, scanning the five unconscious and nude women on the tables before settling his gaze on Theadora. Approaching the table, he inspected her features. She looked so soft and innocent, despite the shapely breasts rising gently with each breath. His gaze slid slowly along her body, pausing for a moment to study the curls adorning her mound before continuing along her legs to her small feet. He blinked and leaned closer to peer at the strange color of her toenails. Purple?

  “Ahh, Captain, thank you for joining us.” Kyrin turned to watch Chief Medic Corvin stroll toward him. “Lovely, isn’t she? Her shading is exquisite. I have finished the exam. I’ll need your samples to begin the conversion.”

  Kyrin removed two vials from his pocket. “Here they are. Daeshen’s DNA also needs to be imprinted.” Inspecting the woman before him again he frowned slightly. “I have some other things I would like changed as well.”

  The Chief Medic accepted the vials. “Both of you, hmm? Very well.” Taking a small stylus and board from his pocket, he made a few notes. “Subject: Conner, Theadora. Subject is in good health, without any medical problems which may prevent conception, no noted diseases or mental imbalances. Her age is twenty-five Terran years, no known living family. It’s noted that there is no sign of sexual activity, her hymen is intact. This is very unusual for her culture.” He paused to make a few more notes. “She will begin ovulating within the week. That gives us just enough time to convert her genetic structure without destroying the egg.” He looked up and smiled. “With luck you and Daeshen could be fathers within the year, Captain. Now, what are your requests and we’ll see what we can do?”

  Kyrin returned Corvin’s smile. “That would truly be a blessing from the Lithen, the Gods and Goddesses!” Tilting his head, he eyed Thea, imagining how she would look pregnant. “Please remove her body hair. Place our marks at the base of her throat.” He brushed a finger over her pubic hair. “I’d like eight piercings. Four along each side of her labia please. Have her cereb add the sublims for shipboard life as well as the standard cultural information and language. Since she’ll be living aboard with us I want to make her transition as easy as possible. Has the symbol for her name been prepared? Daeshen is eager to have proof of our mated status.” He grinned happily.

  “Very good, sir. Those can be completed before the conversion and will be healed before she is sent to your quarters. I’ll check with the artisans regarding her name symbol tomorrow. As soon as it is prepared I’ll have them notify you.” He frowned thoughtfully. “A problem has come up that I wanted to discuss with you.”

  Kyrin raised an eyebrow. “What problem?”

  Corvin cleared his throat. “We have several passengers and crew who have asked to have extensive surgery done to make their new mates look more Ta’e’shian. It can be done, but is not healthy for the women. The trauma to the body from the surgery weakens them, and the resulting change in appearance will cause panic and a great deal of emotional distress.”

  Eyes narrowing, Kyrin nodded shortly. “I’ll deal with it. Please give me a list of those who have asked. Other than general cosmetic alterations have people speak to me before completing them. These women are not Ta’e’shian and need to be accepted as such. Also, have the crew and passengers psychscanned again. I want you to check for xenophobic behavior, before it’s a problem.”

  The Chief Medic looked relieved. “Thank you, sir. I’ll begin the scans today. Your mate should be ready in forty-eight hours. I’ll have her delivered to your quarters after the conversion finishes, along with the revival spray.”

  * * * * *

  Checking his cereb for the time, Kyrin headed back to his quarters. He wanted to get a few more hours of sleep if he could. The last preparations for the trip back home had kept him up late far too often in the last few cycles. Damned if I’m going to start my mated life off dead tired! She going to be scared enough without having me looking like something the tide left on the beach!

  Daeshen looked up from the computer screen as Kyrin entered and leaned back in his chair. He smiled faintly. “I found the files. Seems our little mate has a few fantasies involving two men and restraints.” He rolled his shoulders. “They are science fiction too. Goddess, I’m tired. Can we go back to bed? I’ll finish reading these tomorrow.” Daeshen stood and padded back to the bedroom.

  Kyrin followed him, releasing the closures on his uniform as he went. He quickly stripped and slid into bed, curling his body around Daeshen’s. “She’ll be delivered in two days. Also, according to the CM she’ll be fertile by that time. If the Lithen smile we will begin our family this week.” Kyrin nuzzled Daeshen’s heavy topaz blue hair, inhaling his scent. “Her possessions will be delivered in the morning, will you be here?”

  Daeshen nodded sleepily. “Yes, I made arrangements to work here for the next fifteen cycles after you told me she was being picked up. I’ll start setting up her rooms after everything is delivered. I’m sure they just boxed everything up and sent it through. There will be things that should be sent back down.” He rolled over to look at Kyrin uncertainly. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once she’s converted there’s no going back.”

  Catching Daeshen’s wrists and pinning them above his head, Kyrin bit his lover’s throat sharply. “You’re mine.” He lapped the small wound soothingly when his lover twisted slightly in silent protest. “And so is she. We are finally going to have a family, she will be attracted to both of us a
nd with her interests I think she’ll settle in easily.” His lips trailed lightly down his lover’s chest, stopping to swirl lazily around a taut nipple, drawing a gasp from his throat. He smiled around the tightening flesh, enjoying the shivers and gasps from his attentions. His body tightened in interest.

  Daeshen’s nipple hardened under Kyrin’s lips and tongue making him hum happily. Holding his lover’s wrists in one hand he stroked slowly down Daeshen’s chest with his free hand. He paused for a moment to trail his fingers lightly over the ticklish spot where his leg met his groin.

  Daeshen jumped and laughed, wiggling free. “Hey! Quit that!” He rolled onto his knees and stuck his tongue out at Kyrin. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

  Kyrin reached out and caught a handful of Daeshen’s hair. “We can sleep later, and I want you now. After she wakes we won’t have quiet time together for some time, we’ll have to focus on her.” He tugged gently, pulling his husband-to-be down to his chest. His lips slid firmly across Daeshen’s as his hands stroked a body he was achingly familiar with. Kyrin’s tongue teased Daeshen’s mouth open. Their tongues danced lightly together.

  His lover’s body melted against his, fitting them together with the ease of long practice. Daeshen’s leg slid between his thighs to rub lightly against the erection hardening there. He swallowed the harsh groan that sounded into his mouth as Daeshen arched against him. Daeshen scooted lower, breaking free to lick his way down Kyrin’s chest. Kyrin felt the muscles in his abdomen jumping as Daeshen’s tongue swirled erotic patterns across it. The tip of his cock bounced against his lover’s chin urgently.

  “My ... Is this for me?” Daeshen crooned as he lapped the swollen flesh teasingly, and fluttered his lips gently along the series of frills that spiraled down the crown.

  Kyrin released Daeshen’s hair to fist his cock and stroke it hard and slow from root to tip. “Why yes, I believe it is.” He watched a pink tongue dart out and taste the tip again and shuddered. “Gods, I love that.” He massaged the base of his dick slowly as those lovely lips pursed over the purple crown and slowly opened, taking it into the moist depths. He groaned at the wet suction. His hands gripped Daeshen’s shoulders and massaged the muscles firmly in time to the deep in and out movements. “Oh, yes, just like that ...”

  Moments passed while sounds of heavy breathing and the scent of male sweat filled the air.

  Daeshen released Kyrin’s cock with a wet pop and crawled sensually up his chest, pausing here and there for a nibble or kiss. Latching their mouths together for a hot, wet kiss he blindly fumbled for the drawer of the bedside table they kept beside the bed. His fingers slid across the smooth globe of lubricant they kept there and he drew it out. Sitting up to straddle Kyrin’s thighs, Daeshen squeezed a dollop of the cool gel into his palm. Tossing the bulb aside he rubbed his hands together to warm the gel before sliding both hands around the up thrust shaft of Kyrin’s cock and stroked slowly up and down, spreading the lubricant evenly.

  He watched Kyrin groan and raise hips to press his hard flesh eagerly into Daeshen’s strong hands. Each pull made shudders rush along the other man’s muscular form. Amber brown eyes watched him as Daeshen rose above him and carefully fitted Kyrin’s cock to the tight rose of his anus. He’s so beautiful, he thought to himself, like a golden statue, only so much warmer. He reached down to caress the defined muscles of his lover’s stomach as he slowly sank down, encasing Kyrin’s aching hardness into his tight, welcoming body.

  Daeshen shivered as his ass came to rest on Kyrin’s pelvis. His hands came up to lace their fingers tightly together as his dark blue eyes opened to lock with Kyrin’s fiery amber gaze. He panted softly, savoring the feeling of being penetrated by the man he had loved since they were children. The perfect rightness of the moment brought tears to his eyes as he gazed at his beloved. His hips rose slowly and sank down just as slowly. He gloried in the way Kyrin’s eyes darkened and his nostrils flared in response to his slow movements. He prayed that the feeling of rightness would only grow when Theadora joined them in their marriage bed.

  He gasped as Kyrin abruptly sat up and neatly flipped them both over, without withdrawing. Daeshen clasped his fingers with Kyrin’s again as he gazed intently into the other’s eyes. He accepted each slow, hard thrust into his body. “I love you. Always.” Daeshen kissed him gently, just the lightest of brushes. His lover hummed with gentle pleasure as Daeshen’s strong thighs cradled and wrapped around Kyrin’s hips securely.

  “And I love you,” was the soft reply. Moans followed that soft declaration. Daeshen’s cock was caught between their bodies and it was being stroked with each thrust. He lifted his head and bit Daeshen’s lip gently.

  Kyrin began to move with greater urgency, feeling the increased need to stake his claim on his lover. His hips moved faster, driving harder. His balls drew tight to his body and he gritted his teeth, fighting his impending orgasm, wanting to draw this time out. He shouted harshly when Daeshen suddenly stiffened beneath him and his cock began spraying pearly ropes of cum between their stomachs. Unable to hold back any longer his frills snapped open, locking them together. His semen splashed hotly inside Daeshen.

  The men rested together as their orgasms continued for several long moments. They shuddered and shook, holding each other tightly. Finally, they relaxed, exchanging soft kisses and murmured words.

  Kyrin gently withdrew from Daeshen’s body and slid languidly off the bed. He stretched and smiled, reaching down to pull a sleepy Daeshen up and gently herded him into the bathing area for a quick, hot shower.

  He turned the water sprays on to a low setting and slowly washed the other man’s body clean.

  Kyrin cradled Daeshen against him, feeling boneless with satisfaction and the need for sleep. He rinsed the signs of their passion from Daeshen’s body before cleansing himself. “It will only get better, I feel it,” he whispered. He stepped from the shower and wiped the water from his body with a warm towel, performing the same action for Daeshen after he shut off the water and stepped out.

  Daeshen stole another kiss. “I know.”

  The men stumbled tiredly back to their bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  * * * * *

  “Did she save everything she ever owned from the age of five, or does it just look like it?” Kyrin grinned at the frustrated growl from the other room. “And why does she own four copies of the same book?” A slight pause in the grumbling followed by a loud thump and a round of lurid swearing. He peeked around the door cautiously. Daeshen’s braided tail flicked in short, choppy jerks, a physical manifestation of his irritation, as he rubbed his head and glared at a small metal statue on the floor.

  “Sounds like someone skipped lunch again.” Kyrin leaned against the wall just inside the room. He looked around, noting that most everything had been unpacked. “You’ve been busy, how did you manage to get so much out and put away so quickly?” Pushing himself away from the wall he inspected a wall hanging depicting a lovely woman sitting on a rock in a forest combing her long hair. He moved slowly along the wall, admiring the other hangings.

  Daeshen blew out a frustrated breath as he turned to glare at his lover. “I had a service unit help.” There was a smudge of dust on his nose. Kyrin wisely didn’t point it out. His lover was very particular about his appearance. “You would not believe the things she has! A felbos’ lair has less junk! Broken shells and badly dyed feathers, books that are falling apart, I think I found a whole nest of animal fur in a box! Why she has a box of fur I would like to know!” Throwing his hand in the air he began to pace. “She has photos of rocks, thousands of little paper cards, I think they are to a game. And don’t even get me started on the candles! And not one thing has been dusted in at least a year! They probably had to overhaul the entire decon unit afterwards!”

  Swallowing his snicker when Daeshen turned to glare at him, Kyrin schooled his face into solemn innocence.

  “You weren’t laughing at me, we
re you?” Daeshen glowered, stalking toward him.

  Eyes widening, Kyrin back up a step. “You have dust on your nose.”

  Daeshen stopped and made a sound like a kettle boiling over and went off again, scrubbing at his nose, smearing more dust than he removed. “Of course I have dust on my face! Why not, no doubt I’ll be added to her collection of bits! But, the first thing she’s going to learn is that --”

  Kyrin burst out laughing.

  Daeshen growled, “This is not funny!”

  Calming himself, he looked up. Daeshen’s face was coated with dust, making his elegant lover look like a Terren raccoon. He started laughing again. “You missed a spot.” He drew in a great gasping breath, trying to stop laughing. It worked until he looked at Daeshen again.

  Daeshen glared at his sniggering mate and snarled under his breath, stalking from the room to the cleansing facilities. “You can finish setting up her rooms!” he bellowed, wishing he had a door to slam.

  Still muttering under his breath he punched the buttons to fill the huge bathtub in the center of the room. He turned and began jerking off his soiled clothing. He threw them down the laundry chute with another growl and stepped into the shower to quickly scrub before stepping into the now filled and gently steaming tub. Relaxing against the slanted edge he took a deep breath and mumbled the meditation exercises that allowed his lower body to shift. He relaxed even more as his legs joined and formed a scaled tail while his hair loosened and coiled lazily in the water.

  A few minutes later he heard the door slide open and opened one eye to a slit. He suppressed a grin at the cautious way Kyrin peered into the room and closed his eye again. There was a soft rustle, a clink and then soft footfalls. Gentle lips brushed his, and a soft caress of love was sent to him along their mental bond. His eyes fluttered open. Kyrin smiled and offered him a glass of pale gold wine. Not saying anything, he sipped the wine and watched Kyrin set towels and his robe in a warmer before turning to pour a handful of salt oil into the water, then push a button to make the water begin to churn gently around him. He smiled as Kyrin silently slipped back out of the room, taking his actions for the apology they were. Sinking deeper into the water he took another sip of wine and let the warm water soothe the tension from his muscles.