Living With Syn (10 page)

She turned to see Bron about to attack the
ham. “You too, both of you—out of my kitchen until dinner.” She
wondered how she was going to protect her food from these two
escapees from Wrestle Mania.

“Can I stay Mommie,” a small voice from under
the table asked with his mouth full of chocolate chip cookie.”

“No sweetie, out you go; wash up and get
ready for company.”

Naffie gave Bron a look. “Zadda and Poppie
already told me I should eat my meal in the kitchen with the chefs.
They said they had important things to talk about that little ears
shouldn’t hear.”

She began to clean the kitchen and the chef
said, “Highness, you have done more than enough, leave us to do the
cleaning. We watched you carefully today and should be able to
produce this turkey and ham again.”

“I made three desserts. That one is apple
pie; the other is a pear tart. The strudel is a combination of
raspberries and Tierest fruit.”

Syn pulled out the ice cream and some hard
sauce and instructed the chefs how to use the ice cream scoop to
present the dishes. Now if she could just keep her men and their
sprout from sniggling.

When her Warrior turned around she played
with them, attempting to throw her body over the food.

They laughed. Finally, Zaron and Bron said,
::Syn we have come to get you ready for this evening.::

Syn was puzzled. “I don’t need help getting
ready.”

::We are your Warriors, it is our duty. Come
upstairs and we will explain.::

* * * *

::It is our duty to prepare our fem for the
evening. Back in the days before the Clan Wars there were fems who
took care of the bonded of princes and Elders. After the Clan War,
the Goddess Ulna declared that all Warriors must serve their fem in
every way.::

“You don’t have to do that for me.” Syn said,
her voice small.

“Yes, Pa Chette, we do.”

“This is the main suite of the house. We were
not going to move here until after the bonding, but circumstances…”
Bron shrugged.

“After Nara passed, we couldn’t bear to be
here. Now we can start fresh and make new memories. All the
bedding, hangings, pictures and mirrors have been replaced.
Everything is new for you, our Syn.”

Zaron began to rifle through the clothing the
armoire. She knew she had no clothing this morning. At least
nothing that fine. She heard water running; since Bron disappeared
she assumed he was running the bath.

“Where did all this clothing come from?” She
joined Zaron and peeked in at the rows and rows of gowns in
fabulous fabrics in all colors.

“Is it customary for Warriors to pick out
clothing for their fem?” Syn picked through the gowns.

“In the sense that we love to dress you in
the finest material we can afford. The styles are all Sarran. We
had the tailor make some up using your clothing as a guide to size.
We would like you to have some Earthen gowns as well, but we are
not aware of the styles and therefore must find the styles with
which you are comfortable although we had some made up from a
catalog.”

::And they’ll fit Mommie, I promise,::
Nafer added.

“Naffie, this is a ritual that we do for
Mommie. It is not your place to be here. You should be with
Garlance getting ready.” Zaron tuned, giving him a stern look for
which he earned a pout.

“She’s my Mommie too!” Naffie stormed.

Syn knelt down in front of him. “Zadda and
Poppie want to teach me Sarran customs. This is the first time and
I think they want to be alone with me for the ritual dressing.” She
cocked an eye at Zaron.

“This is true, offspring.”

Naffie looked even sadder.

“However,” Syn said, “I have some jewelry
from my grandmother and maybe Zadda and Poppie might let you help
with that.” Little eyes brightened.

“May I?” he asked, eyes begging to be
included.

::Yes, you may,::
both of his sires
answered.

“You are very good with him, Pa Syn,” Bron
said with sincerity in his golden eyes.

“He is an intelligent, exuberant boy who
needs a female…uhm, fem to soften him and make him more responsive
to requests.”

::We all do, Pa Chette, we all need your
gentle touch. Allow us to pamper you. To us you are a gift from the
Goddess, one we needed but never expected to receive. To have you
with us gives us, including Naffie, great joy.::
Zaron stepped
out of the bathing chamber.

“May we undress you?” Each Warrior put a hand
on a shoulder. Bron kissed her in the hollow below her chin, while
Zaron caressed the back of her neck. Syn shivered. She never felt
such love and care.

“Yes,” she murmured as her whole body became
sensitive to their touch.

Zaron lifted her T-shirt over her head. Bron
knelt and unfastened the button of her jean shorts and struggled
with the zipper.

“What is this contraption? Is it designed to
inhibit lovemaking?” Bron asked, exasperation clearly apparent in
his voice?”

Syn kissed his head. “No, it is a familiar
Earthen device to keep pants closed.” She showed him how to pull
down the zipper.

As he pulled down her jeans, he noticed a
scar just at her hip. “How did this come about?”

Syn smiled sadly, “My father, you would call
him my sire, did this to me when he threw me out of the house.”

“Does he still live?” Zaron’s voice adopted a
menacing tone.

“Yes, I think so, but he is of no concern. He
hasn’t been in my life for the last twelve of Earth’s years.”

“The man needs branding as a torturer of
fem,” Zaron growled. “A Warrior who harms a fem commits the worse
crime on Sarran, followed only by abuse of an offspring and
murder.”

“…and treason,” Bron added.

Syn sighed, “That is not the way of
Earth.”

Bron kissed the scar. “We shall have the
healer fix it, if that is what you wish. You should have no
reminder of such horror.”

A tear slid down Syn’s cheek. “I swear I have
cried more tears of happiness on Sarran with you in six hours than
ever before in my life.”

“That is how it should be.” Bron took off her
sandals and she lifted one small foot at a time to allow him to
remove her jeans. Zaron unfastened her bra and took the straps off
her shoulders. “What are these marks?”

“Uh, I am overly endowed and the bra straps
cut into my shoulders.”

“You are perfect.” Bron reached up to palm
her breasts, kissing each tip. He rolled down her panties and took
them from beneath her feet. He stood, and asked Zaron, “May I have
this privilege.” Bron looked at his bonded.

“Yes my Dearest. The rest we do
together.”

Bron carried her to the bathing chamber. Syn
was astounded by the lavish room; the designer imbued sensuality in
every detail. Anya described the bathing chamber the admirals had
on
Brightstar
, but her description couldn’t compare to the
reality of what stood before her. Earlier this morning she hadn’t
noticed the bath in the other suite other than to wash up and do
her business, she didn’t even turn on a light; because she didn’t
know how. Now the full impact of a Sarran bathing chamber hit her.
Bron set her down.

The shower could hold six people, giving each
a foot of space around them. There was a vanity and shelves with
ornate glass bottles containing what she imagined to be perfumes,
oils, and bath salts. A second armoire was open and filled with
dressing gowns and peignoirs. The fabrics were sheer and opaque. To
her bonded’s amusement she touched each one, enjoying the feel of
the satin and silk like fabrics on her skin. Their taste was
impeccable. Every one complimented her fair skin and platinum hair.
She refused to cry again.

A huge marble pool sat in the center of the
room, again with room for six, shaped like a hexagon. The hexagon
shape repeated itself in the shower and the design of the tiles on
the floor and walls. Inter-dispersed with the hexagon tiles were
stylized representations of the Tierest tree with a cloud sitting
behind it denoting Castle Air. The pool was filled with lavender
bubbles and the delicious scent of flowers.

She opened a door and found a dressing room
with more wardrobes filled with clothing of every kind including
Earthen outfits. She looked at them, astonished.
::Back on Earth
we went on the computer and found a few catalogs from a place
called Nordstrom’s and Neiman Marcus, we were assured that they
carried the best in casual wear. Like your Sarran gowns, we will
have the tailor make these types of clothing to your size, but we
weren’t sure what you would like, so we consulted with Anya and had
the fabricator make a little of everything.::

She looked at her bonded and sat down before
she fell down in sheer amazement.

“Time grows short, we must get you ready.”
This time Zaron picked her up, moving her chin-length hair away
from her neck and kissing her. Their kisses made her burn.

Zaron placed her in the pool so gently that
the water barely rippled. She sat on a lounge built into the pool
that cushioned her body but permitted her to stay under the water.
“The scent is familiar. It smells like camellias.”

“An Earthen flower…” Bron picked up a
sponge-like object.

Zaron pushed a button and a spray nozzle
appeared. “We will show you how it works later this evening.” He
looked at her with fiery longing.

Bron cleared his throat. “The scent is that
of the purple fantasy which grows in our garden and in special
places in the high woods.” We felt it suited your eyes. “The name
indicates our feelings for you for you for you are our fantasy;
come to life.”

“You did all of this while I was
cooking?”

“You have already done so much for us, for
Naffie, and yet you have only just arrived. We cannot even imagine
how full our life is about to become.”

“Please lean back so I can wash your hair.”
Zaron sprayed her hair and the water cascaded down her back.”
Taking a bottle from the shelf he poured what looked like oil into
his hands and rubbed it through her scalp. A foam formed as his
fingers massaged her head.

At the same time, Bron washed each of her
arms and legs and the front of her torso. The sponge felt soft yet
rough on her skin. He skin felt more alive with each stroke.

Zaron rinsed her hair. She touched it and it
felt soft like silk. He placed an arm under her ribcage just below
her breast and encouraged her to lean forward. Bron handed him the
sponge and he stroked her back. “This feels so good. I’ve never
felt this pampered.”

“Sarrans Warriors exist to pamper their fem,
by the Goddess Ulna’s command.” They lifted her up and rinsed her
body.

“Anya didn’t tell me about this ritual.”

::Due to the circumstances of the mission,
the admirals were always on call. They, to their great sorrow, were
unable to complete this task. I’m sure that she will tell you all
about it this evening if, as you say, such conduct is rare on
Earth.::

Syn stepped out of the bath onto a substance
that resembled a rug and absorbed all of the water, yet felt dry to
her feet.
::Let us make you dry,::
Bron spoke, picking up
the towel.

The toweling hardly touched her skin, yet it
caught each drop of water. They sat her down at the vanity. “How
would you like your hair?”

Duchess came in on silent padded paws. She
jumped onto the tub.
::Nice smell. I wash myself, but I will
take some of the fragrance.::

“You deserve perfume and more.” He pulled a
jeweled amethyst collar from a drawer in the dressing area.
::For you, Beauty, for saving our offspring.::

Dainty paws lifted up on his knee.
::Today
I do not need to be brushed, but I will need to be groomed
tomorrow. I think Naffie should have this chore.::
She reached
for the collar with her teeth.
::I’ll go and check to see
Garlance’s progress in dressing Nafer. I’ll take a spritz of that
scent before I go.::
Bron obliged by spraying a cloud in her
direction, she turned around to make sure it covered all of her
coat and left in feline silence, holding her fluffy tail in the
air.

Bron looked at both of his bonded,
::…interesting personality. Rather imperial.::

Syn replied aloud, “She always was. Is that a
blue aura I saw around her head, am I seeing things? This is the
second time I’ve sensed that since this morning.”

“Your abilities are beginning to blossom. We
already know you are HiPsy. The ability to hear Naffie from outer
space was indicative of your abilities. However, we do not know how
they will manifest in you,” Zaron stated as he brushed her
hair.

The hairbrush seemed to give body to her hair
as well as dry it. He designed a simple style that put the ends
under with one side behind her ear. “That is to show off your
earrings.”

::Come, we will pick a gown.::
The
thought formed in her mind and she realized that they both spoke to
her at once. Syn followed her Warriors into the main room where
they opened the huge armoire.

‘‘This armoire functions on an oval. You tap
this surface and it will turn slowly. The more you tap the quicker
it turns. In front of the armoire is a circle with a mirror. If you
stand on the circle a holo will appear and as you move you can see
all around you.”

::We would like to see you in lavender for
this evening; if you don’t object. Various shades of purple are the
house colors. As is burgundy to Tonas and Jonal.::

::I will indulge you in this; normally I pick
out my clothing.::

::It is our pleasure to dress you, you may
pick whatever gown you wish.::

Syn pushed the surface and the oval turned
like a dry cleaner’s rack. The gowns were sorted by color; most of
them in muted jewel tones. A row of lavender gowns came around the
oval. Each was spectacular on its own. The one that caught her eye
was an off the shoulder gown caught up with a large amethyst and
silver broach.