by Alma Nilsson
“That sounds reasonable,” Dru replied not having a clue as to if it were reasonable or not and wondering if the months, they took off were to make sure children were sired.
Ket could tell she didn’t even begin to know her mind on the issue of sex and so changed the subject, “One more thing I must flag up to you.”
“What’s that?” Dru asked wondering if this was going to be another sex related question.
“In my family, we are all telepaths. It’s very difficult to maintain privacy. Many people are unable to live like this, but this is also why we have maintained our position for so long. Even some of the slaves are telepathic.”
Dru was relieved they weren’t talking about sex anymore, “I thought reading minds without consent was illegal.”
“Inside a House it is not. Often not a sound is heard in my childhood home as my mother prefers all the slaves in her home to be telepathic as well. There are few secrets.”
“There are few secrets in the Alliance for me anyway. I think just one family monitoring me instead of a government would be a step up.”
“I’m not joking Drusilla.”
“Neither am I. You realize where I live, House Human, is basically a prison.”
“The forcefield is to protect you all.”
“Okay,” she said unbelievingly.
He ignored her sarcastic reply because he knew she was right, but he still had to tow the government line, “Do you think you would be able to live with my family?”
“Yes, my mother and siblings were also telepathic, although we didn’t use it to communicate in the same way. We always knew each other, if you know what I mean?” That was why it had been so difficult for her to escape; she had had to pick a day her mother had gone to serve as a midwife in a faraway encampment and Dru had to remain home to tend to a patient there. It rarely happened that she was allowed that kind of freedom and so she took the opportunity, packed a small bag with everything that mattered to her in life and left in the night while her siblings slept.
“I understand. I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this before, do you miss your family?”
Dru gave him a surprised look.
“I’m sorry,” he realized that this was not something she wanted to share with him.
“It’s fine. I was just surprised you asked. My childhood was not a tender one and I’ve moved almost directly from the human fleet to here and I feel I’ve been alone enough in my life now. I long for a place to belong. My only worry is that your family or any Alliance family would not accept me.” She had already heard negative stories from Rebecca and Captain Kara in regard to their Alliance in-laws.
“You are first in your class; you are healthy and a woman likely to have daughters. You are clever and respectful. They would accept you. Dera and my mother already approve.”
“Your mother? I’ve not met her.”
“Yes, at Admiral Tir’s punishment. She’s the First Imperial Doctor. She observed you and was pleased you weren’t anything like your captain.”
Dru grinned, “No, I am nothing like Captain Kara.” Dru was trying to remember the day, it was so long ago, and she couldn’t remember much except Captain Kara cutting Admiral Tir in all the wrong places and then putting it into the statue’s eyes. She would never forget the statue crying his red blood into a pool on the stone floor.
“She said that you weren’t a barbarian.”
“Are her standards that low for a human woman? Don’t answer that. Is that what she thinks Captain Kara is?”
Ket didn’t answer.
“So, the answer to that is ‘yes’. But she is meant to be Empress.”
Ket didn’t answer that either.
“Never mind. I don’t even really care. I like you. I want to be with you. I just don’t want your family to hate me especially if they are living right next door and you’re away a lot.”
“They won’t hate you anymore than they would any Alliance woman.”
“Wow, that is not what I want to hear, Ket.”
“I was joking.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“No, I wasn’t. But it’s always tense bringing women together.”
“Why?”
“The power struggles,” Ket felt he was just going forever the wrong way with her.
“Never mind. We will cross that bridge if we come to it. Let’s focus on the here and now. I still have some questions.”
“Here and now sounds good,” he agreed.
“I want to know about Rez, you were talking to her before you found me in the garden. What was that all about?” she tried to keep the anger out of her voice.
He looked into Drusilla’s eyes seriously, “I know it’s difficult to believe, but she stopped me and then I couldn’t leave. Finally, I did just go. As to our history, there isn’t much to tell. We courted for only two short weeks last year. I ended it quickly. It was a mistake. We were not suited in any way, but she still thinks that I may come back to her even though I have made it more than clear that will never happen. You know the rules at an Assembly, I had to talk with her until she dismissed me. I was coming to talk to you. You and I made eye contact, but then you left, and I had to find you in the garden.”
“Oh,” said Dru thinking that Rez must be fuming now that she realizes Ket is with her. “I hope she saw that it was me you were coming to talk to.”
“If she didn’t know it then, she knows it now,” he commented.
“Good,” Dru said. She had never known herself to hate someone as much as she hated Rez and to be so pleased that she could hurt her in this way by having Ket. She knew it was wrong to enjoy it so much, but she couldn’t help herself. “Now tell me, what’s home life like between a married couple in the Alliance? We don’t marry anymore, what should I expect?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you sleep in the same bedroom? Do you love each other? Do you eat the morning meal together?”
“As you know, we typically eat the morning meal with colleagues or friends, however, when men are home, yes, they always sleep in the same bedroom as their wives unless for some reason they are not allowed, and I would definitely hope for love between myself and my wife. I could marry many women for position alone, but I want more.” Then he looked into her eyes and said softly, “And we should absolutely not be talking about love. You are still underage, and we’re not courting. It’s forbidden.” Then he said, even softer, “But I think I would love you in every waking moment I was able to spend with you in our home and long for you so much it ached when I was away.”
Dru looked into his grey eyes, filled with sexual desire, no doubt matching her own. Images of his naked body flashed through her mind and then she said boldly, “I think I could love you very much both in and out of our home. I find it odd that it’s appropriate to ask how often we would have sex but to not speak about our strong emotions for each other.”
He took her hands and squeezed them as a small reprimand, “It’s forbidden to speak of love if we are not seriously courting or married. We shouldn’t get too emotionally involved until all of the practical details are settled. But I look at you and I forget all the Contracts made about it. I touch you when I am not supposed to, and you make me feel like everything is more real than it ever was before. Let me take you home. The Assembly is almost over. Our night has almost come to an end and I want to savor every minute of it as we won’t be able to meet again like this until you are of age.” When he saw her indecision, he assured her, “My guards will be with us, so we will never be alone.”
Dru was disappointed at the mention of his guards but then agreed. She rose from the chair realizing her underwear was soaking wet from her desire and wondering when and if they would have sex as she walked out with him. She wanted him but she didn’t know if she was ready to have sex with any man yet, but she smiled and thought, But if I had to choose to do it with one man right now, it would be Ket. She wished he would take her hand as they walked so closely to
gether, sometimes his hand would touch hers lightly, but he never got any closer. When they reached his transport, she got out her IC to call Madame Bai’s assistant to let her know the change in plan. Then she and Ket entered his transport but his guards remained outside at his signal.
“Aren’t we going?”
“Not yet. I want to speak to you for a few more minutes in private,” he couldn’t help himself; once the door of the transport was closed, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap and ran a hand through her long red hair. She smelled amazing and her softness next to him was so alluring. “This isn’t enough time,” he said absently, “I want to know everything about you and I’m so reluctant to let you go.”
Dru was so overwhelmed with his presence and the way he was holding her, running his hand through her hair, she never wanted this to end. “I feel as if time is standing still.”
“It’s gods’ time.”
“I’ve heard that before, but I don’t understand.”
“It’s this,” he said and then he leaned in and gave her the most gentle and chaste kiss. Her lips were so warm and her skin so smooth. He caressed her cheek and then pulled away and looked in her eyes brimming with desire and said gently, “It’s gods’ time. This is meant to be. It’s their will that is why we feel this way. They are guiding us now.”
“Suddenly, I’m religious,” she said quietly and put her arms around his neck and drew him back to her. He was cooler to the touch than a human man, but not so much so, that it detracted from the sensual feel of his strong lips on hers. It had been so long since a man touched her and never in such a simple way that actually made her tremble for more. She kissed him chastely once, twice, and then without warning, took his bottom lip between hers, sucked gently and pulled away with her teeth. It was not long before his tongue was tantalizing hers and his hands were holding her so strongly against his large, muscular body she could feel the pinch of his ranking jewelry through her formal dress. It should have been uncomfortable but instead it just made her desire him more.
After many minutes of kissing, Ket pulled away, “We must stop, although it is the last thing I want to do. But we are not even courting,” he said as if that gravity would mean as much to her as it did to him.
“Ask me then.”
“You know it’s not that simple.”
“I know it can be, there are exceptions.”
“There are,” he agreed, “but there is no need to draw any more attention to ourselves. We can wait.” He was searching her face wondering if she really could wait or if the human barbarian genes were too strong to ignore.
“This, now, you, have been one of my only pleasures since coming here. I don’t want it to end, but if you promise me you will ask me when I come of age, then I can wait,” she looked at him, biting her lower lip.
He touched her cheek to try and satisfy her, “I’ll ask you.” He kissed her again, “I’ll always ask you.”
“When?”
“When I am back on the Capital Planet and you are of age. Now, I should get you home before we become the next Kara and Tir,” Ket said regretfully and began to release her from his embrace.
“Just a little longer, don’t let go,” Dru said trying to move even closer to him. She put her head against his chest again, closed her eyes and breathed him in. She reveled in the feeling of someone holding her. Of him holding me, she reminded herself and pushed other negative thoughts about her situation down.
He expertly ran his hands through her long red hair, down her back, and down the side of one of her legs over her dress all the way down to her ankle. Then he remembered something and dared running his hand up her stockinged leg under her dress.
Dru felt his hand moving up her leg and without opening her eyes or moving asked, “Ket?”
“Yes?” he answered mischievously.
“What are you doing?”
“Just checking something, if you will permit me?”
She sat up a bit and looked at him, “What?”
His hand moved ever so slowly as it climbed up her stocking. She continued looking at him and said nothing, so he didn’t stop.
She had decided, when his hand touched her knee, that she wanted to have sex with him. As long as he remained this sweet and gentle, she wanted to feel him inside of her. Dru searched his eyes and wondered if she had missed something and they were going to have sex now. Please gods reward me with sex with this man, she silently prayed.
When Ket reached the top of one of her stockings, he moved his fingers even more slowly over her soft skin at the top of her thighs, making little circles as he climbed closer to where her human panties would begin, that is, if she were wearing any. He only needed to move his hand a couple centimeters, but he felt like it took an eternity while he held her gaze. When he reached the fabric of her panties, he asked, “Panties?” And couldn’t help himself and ran a finger up and down the slit in her vulva over the wet fabric. He loved the sound that escaped her when he did that and so he didn’t move his hand away but continued to stroke her wet sex over the fabric.
She had closed her eyes when he reached the edge of her underwear. Gods, touch me everywhere and specifically there, she thought. He stroked her while asking her about her underwear. She replied breathlessly, “They’re comforting to me, especially in these times of uncertainty.”
“Unnecessary. Give them to me.”
“No,” she knew her panties were drenched from all her strong emotions for him that night and she was definitely not giving him these.
“Drusilla.”
She almost jumped with the strict way he pronounced her full name and a bolt of fear and excitement passed through her. She jumped up quickly and declared, “You’ll have to take them from me by force.”
He jumped up after her and caught her wrists behind her back. Then brought his mouth down on hers for a long and sensual kiss. He held both of her wrists with one hand while he continued to kiss her and with his other hand, he bunched up the copious fabric of her dress to get to her panties. When he reached them, he couldn’t help but pull away, still holding her hands, getting far enough away to admire the black fabric covering her sex. The fabric had become so wet it clung to all the details of her vulva. He ran a finger over the fabric again and she made another sound of pleasure. His penis was so hard it took all of his self-control not to continue stroking her, but then he remembered his one goal with this, which was not sex or to bring her to orgasm. He began slowly removing her underwear to reveal her sex.
Ket knew that she would have hair covering her sex, but he was unprepared for how erotic that would be for him. He had imagined it might have the opposite effect, but no, when he saw it, he wanted nothing more but to grind his naked body next to hers and feel her barbarian hair next to his body. But he couldn’t now. This wasn’t the right time. He tried to gently remove her panties, saying, “Your sex is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I look forward to running my fingers over that soft fur, licking and sucking every centimeter of it the next time we meet.” When she refused to step out of her panties, he slapped the back of her thighs. “Drusilla.”
Again, ripples of pleasure ran through her at the sound of her name being called in such a formal and serious manner. She wanted him to slap her bare thighs again. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. She purposely tried to squirm to feign escape. This was so different than her first sexual encounter this was fun and at every turn he was different than those other disgusting guards. He was fit and strong. He had grey skin and he called her pubic hair ‘fur’. Nothing was the same and she was so happy for it.
He held her away from him, her eyes open now and filled with mischief. He increased his grip on her wrists and leaned down to kiss her. As his tongue entered her mouth, he slapped her bottom hard. Then he pulled away looking at the panties halfway down her thighs and her exposed sex, he touched it. “I love this fur,” he said seductively in her ear as he continued to stroke her.
Dru couldn’t
believe he called her pubic hair ‘fur’ again. If she hadn’t been so aroused, she would have laughed, but under the circumstances she thought, You can call it whatever you want as long as you do what you promise. Touching, licking and sucking.
Ket was looking at her beautiful sex hardly able to control himself. He wanted her panties though. He was not going to lose focus. He was not a brute. He knew if he slapped her thighs or bottom again and heard the little whimper again, that was more from sexual desire than pain, the chance that he wouldn’t take her right now was low, so he did the only thing he could think of, he took his sword and quickly cut the panties off of her. Then he just as quickly sheathed his sword and put the wet panties into his pocket.
She wanted him to continue touching her, but when she felt the tug of her panties and then their release, she opened her eyes as he let her go and she watched him put her dirty underwear into his pocket as the hem of her dress fell back down to the floor, “You’re really taking my panties?”
He nodded, “And they are so fragrant with your arousal for me. I think that makes them partly mine anyway.”
“That’s embarrassing. Please give them back.”
“Why is that embarrassing?” He took her hand and put it over his hard penis. “I’m equally as aroused. I want something of yours and this is one of the most intimate things you can give me. Tomorrow don’t wear any panties and tell me how your beautiful sex feels free as it should be. Send me a VM describing it. I want you to think about me when you don’t wear these.” He took out her panties and held them up for her to see and then put them back in his pocket.
She laughed, “What?”
“Will you do it? Will you be loyal to me tomorrow?”
It dawned on her then what he meant by ‘be loyal’ to him. “You mean like a dominance role where you tell me what to do and I do it?”
“Yes. One day a week. That is the compromise for the underwear.”
She laughed, “We’re not married, we are not even courting. I didn’t think I had to do anything until then.”