Living With Syn (16 page)

The two Triads said their goodbyes and made
their way home via the teleporter. Syn was greeted at the door by a
very happy Naffie who fussed over his Mommie and Duchess. “See
Mommie, the bitch didn’t even come up. Zadda and Poppie told you it
wouldn’t matter and everyone goes as the council goes. Madeline
Dixon-Howard will have no one who listens to her nasty words.”

Syn grinned. “From your mouth to the Goddess’
ears. Now I need to go and make a list of things for your sires to
bring up to the council. Take Duchess up to play.”
::Duchess, do
you mind?::

::No, of course not, my TaSyn. You so
deserved what you received; now you are in the position to help
others. So go to the study with your WarriorPair and get started, I
will be fine with the offspring.::

::Thank you, Duchess, for this and all you
have done for me since our paths crossed in the pet shop on Broad
Street.::

::Don’t worry about it, my Syn. I picked you,
not the other way around, just as Tigger picked Anya and we weren’t
wrong. Go, the young one is getting impatient.::

::I’ve got to watch my language around that
young one.::

::Yes, my Syn, you need to clean up your
act.::

* * * *

“That was a very interesting council meeting,
Dragon. It went the way we wanted without any input from us.” Bron
rang for Garlance. “Would you bring coffee for five and join us
with Stoker?”

“Yes, TeBron, immediately.” Garlance scurried
off to do their bidding.

“We have to help him find his bonded. Stoker
also needs a bond. I’m afraid we have been very selfish, keeping
them by our sides and leaving them unable to look. We have to
remedy that,” Bron told Zaron as he cuddled up next to him on the
couch.

“I agree.”

Syn came into the study. “To what are we
agreeing?”

::To the need to find bonds for Garlance
and Stoker,::
her Warriors answered.

“Yes, they are such nice boys. What are they?
Twenty-one?” Syn asked.

“Good guess. Garlance is twenty-one and
Stoker is twenty-three,” Bron said as he pulled Syn down to cuddle
against them.

“Is the room warded?” Syn looked around.

“It will be as soon as Garlance brings the
coffee.” Zaron took hold of Syn’s hand. “We knew you would be in
need as soon as we returned to the castle. You didn’t tell us that
there was a substance in coffee that is mildly addictive.”

“I didn’t think to mention it. Everyone on
Earth takes coffee for granted. You can always drink decaf. That is
coffee without caffeine, the addictive substance.” Syn moved in
closer to cuddle.

::I’ll bet it doesn’t taste half as
good,::
Bron said as he stroked her hair.

::That’s a bet you would win.::
Syn
laughed.
::Seriously, both coffee and chocolate are grown in the
poorer countries on Earth. Contracts for export would be a
blessing. Especially since I know Sarran will give them a fair
price.::

::
They take advantage of the poor?
I’m beginning to think that the sooner we rescue the Earthen fem,
the better,::
Zaron said.

::We are so glad we found you. After coffee,
let’s go to the slumber chamber and make love.::

::Yes, but after that, we need to
talk.::
Syn said, her nimble fingers belying her words.

* * * *

“Music is like making love: either all or
nothing.”

—Isaac Stern

The Triad went up the stairs and locked the
slumber chamber’s door. Syn couldn’t wait for her Warriors to
undress her so she undressed herself. She noticed the linens were
changed to a sumptuous shade of violet, again trimmed with silver
piping and sheer silver sheets with lavender pillowcases. Syn
folded the bed back and jumped under the covers.

::So eager, Pa Syn.::
Zarron slipped
Bron’s vest off his shoulders.

::Of course, I’m eager. We were all tired
last night and I was anxious about the meeting with the Elder
Council. Today I’m awake and carefree.::
She fluffed up her
pillow and sat up as she watched Zaron relieve Bron of his
boots.

::Dearest, I love those boots on
you.::
Zaron caressed Bron’s leg. Syn began to drip between her
thighs.

Zaron removed his own boots and Bron took off
Zaron’s vest and began to slide his trews down his legs. He stopped
at Zaron’s cock and took it in his mouth.

::Stop or this will be over before it’s
begun,::
Zaron said, quite alarmed.

Bron chuckled and let Zaron remove the rest
of his clothing. Bron undressed himself and both of her Warriors
joined Syn in the huge bed.

Zaron rubbed Syn’s belly in concentric
circles, traveling ever closer to the juncture of her thighs while
Bron sucked on his cock. Syn shimmied down to Zaron’s face and
began to give him butterfly kisses. She moved her tongue across the
seam of his lip and they opened to her invasion.

Bron swallowed Zaron whole. Syn was surprised
that Bron had no gag reflex. Syn went down Zaron’s body and began
peppering his chest with tiny bites and kisses. She moved her mouth
to the flat brown coins with the hard nubs on his chest. She bit
and then licked the right nipple while pinching the left. Zaron
moaned and near jumped off the bed and his eyes turned dark
blue.

::Oh, Pa Chette, do that again. I knew you
would be fiery in the slumber chamber.::

Syn came down and became engrossed with
Zaron’s cock. She helped Bron lick up one side and down the other,
while Bron palmed Zaron’s sac with his big hand.

Zaron pulled Syn up from her ministrations to
his cock and sat her on his chest where he began to lick and
lightly bite her clit. The cuff on her labia began to heat up,
making Syn squirm with desire.

Bron left Zaron’s cock. He came up and sat
behind Syn, cupping her large breasts in his hands, pulling her
nipples until they became long and tight. Zaron pushed her down
from his mouth and began to suck on her nipples, following her lead
by licking and lightly biting each one.

::It’s Bron’s turn,::
Syn exclaimed as
she pulled away from the willing mouth that dripped with her
juices. Syn traveled down his body to Bron’s cock. She couldn’t
take all of it in her mouth so she placed her hand at its base and
began to suck it almost in slow motion. While she did this, she put
her finger in her vagina, gathering up her own juices and used them
to lubricate Bron’s ass.

She fingered him, looking for the walnut of
nerves that would indicate his prostate. She found, that as
everything else in a Sarran male; it was large and easy to find.
She curled her finger and massaged her prize. Bron groaned.

::Stop, Pa Syn, or I will come in your
mouth.::

Syn spoke aloud. “That’s the idea, for me to
make you feel good.”

::No, Pa Syn, we must spill our juices inside
you so the seed can take root.::

The thought of a child of her own made tears
of joy slide down her cheeks; this was something she never thought
she could have because before her Warriors she avoided men.

Zaron came down to kiss Syn’s lips, giving
himself a taste of Bron’s pre-cum mixing with Syn’s secretions. The
two Warriors acted in perfect coordination as the stood up on their
knees and lifted Syn up between them. Zaron moved his hands up and
down her chest and thighs and fingered her canal while moving his
thumb over her clit. Syn screamed as she came in his hand.

“Our treasure is so responsive to our touch.
We are so lucky to have you, Pa Chette.” Zaron moved to Bron’s
back.

“Our fem has stretched you and made you ready
for me. I am overjoyed to take you like this again.”

Zaron turned Syn on her back. “Are you ready
for penetration, Pa Chette?”

“Yes, my loves, please come to me.”

Bron entered Syn while Zaron penetrated him.
They moved in a gentle rhythm as if the three of them were long
time lovers; Bron and Zaron looking to stretch out the time until
completion. Zaron kissed Syn’s face and neck. He bit the hot spot
where her neck joined her shoulders and mouthed his way to the nape
of her neck. Getting back around to her face, he gave her a
life-altering kiss; that felt as if he pulled her soul out of her
mouth and into his.

Bron took his mouth and they exchanged
tongues. Syn began to buck.

Bron told Zaron, “Now my Dragon, let’s spill
our seed into our fem and see if it takes root.” Syn screamed her
completion while her Warriors shouted their own.

They moved to the side so as not to crush
her. Syn, replete, was too boneless to move a muscle. Bron got up
from the bed and went into the bathing chamber where he turned on
the water for a bath. After giving their seed some time to take
root, Zaron carried Syn to the tub where they took soft cloths and
proceeded to remove the evidence of their lovemaking. Syn fell
asleep in his arms. The two Warriors dried their fem; anointed her
with the oil that smelled of purple fantasy, and carried her back
to bed where she slept soundly.

* * * *

Syn awoke later that afternoon and wandered
down to the study where she found Bron, Zaron, and Naffie. Bron was
at a desk covered in tools, tinkering with her grinder. Zaron was
hunched over his com unit while Naffie played with what looked like
jacks on the floor.

Naffie ran up to her and gave her a tight
hug. “Mommie, Mommie, you carry a fempring, like TaAnya.”

The prospective sires dropped what they were
doing and came over to Syn.

::While we prayed this might happen, we
never dreamed it would happen so soon,::
Zaron spoke to her
mind.

“Do you have birthing medical personnel? I
know of only two doctors on the ship, Anya and Mark. If all of us
are this fertile, we need to start to train Warriors to act as
midwives and only use Mark when there is danger to the fem or the
offspring.”

“We never thought of this. Although Warriors
did everything for their fem this is one area that their dams or
fem relations handled. We must bring this up to TeAllen in council
next week. The Sarran gestation period is only one hundred and
fifty risings and the Earthen is two hundred seventy. With the
mixing of the genome; I don’t know when to expect the births.”
Zaron face showed his concern.

“How do I call Anya?” Syn asked sitting down
and digesting Naffie’s pronouncement.

“You ask the Concierge?” Naffie answered,
“Like this, Concierge, is TaAnya available to speak to TaSyn?”

The Concierge answered, “I have TaAnya for
TaSyn.”

“Anya, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
Syn said as she paced. “I think we are going to have a problem. I’m
pregnant.”

“Congratulations! Why is that a problem?”
Anya asked, confused.

“If all of the fem are as fertile to Sarran
sperm as we seem to be, we will all be giving birth at the same
time. We need to train the WarriorPairs in midwifery.” Syn sat
down. “The guys told me the Sarran gestation period is only one
hundred fifty risings. Since ours is two hundred seventy risings we
can’t know when to expect the fem to give birth.”

“I suppose development in the womb is faster
because Sarran males are so big, the babies would hurt the fem if
the gestation period was two hundred seventy risings. I expect with
the insertion of the Sarran genes into our genome, any Earthen fem
who mates with Sarran Warriors will have a gestation of only one
hundred fifty risings or fifteen tides; while if the women left on
Earth mate with their husbands, it will be the full two hundred
seventy risings or twenty-seven tides. The difference would be
coded into the Sarran sperm. We have to talk to Mark about setting
up classes and see if we had any OB/GYNs on board. We also have to
ask the council about pediatricians.” Anya was lost in thought.

Syn shook her head. “I didn’t even think of
that. Tell Jonal and Tonas to be prepared to broach this subject
with the Elder Council along with Bron and Zaron.”

“Yes, I will immediately. We need to get
together again, but this time I’ll host. The fabricator, our chefs,
and your recipes make me giving a dinner party possible. Goddess, I
love this place. Talk to you soon.”

The Concierge spoke, “Communication
ended.”

Syn turned to her Warriors. “It looks like
the WarriorPairs are going to have to do something else for their
fem, help them give birth.”

Bron and Zaron looked at her in shock.
Duchess opened the door of the study.

::Congratulations, Syn. It seems the Hulks do
some things very well. I was waiting to get all of you together.
Please ward the room and send Naffie for lunch.::

“Naffie, why don’t you go get yourself the
midtine meal. Zadda, Poppie, and Mommie have to talk,” Syn said as
she gave her new son a hug.

::Can I have some cookies afterward?::

“Yes dear, I’m sure we have some left.”

Naffie raced out of the room.

Bron and Zaron stood up and warded the
room.

Duchess began to speak,
::Syn, did you
sense any wrongness in the Elder Council today?::

Syn thought for a moment,
::No, I
didn’t.::

Duchess jumped up on Bron’s lap and nudged
his hand for a pet.
::That means that the traitor was not in the
room. Syn was right, the traitors are the WarriorPair TeAngle and
TeZuff. I seriously doubt TeZuff is dead. Did anyone actually see
the body?::

Bron absently petted Duchess, “TeAllen didn’t
say.”

::If no one did, you have your answer; Syn’s
profile was right on target.::

::We need to get TeAllen on the com and
see what he thinks, of all of the council members we trust TeAllen
and TeWell the most,::
Bron and Zaron said simultaneously.

* * * *

“Concierge, please see if TeAllen is
available for a com.”