Living With Syn (22 page)

::Help is on the way. They will follow my
trail. You protect the offspring,::
Duchess instructed.

Tigger took out one of the Warriors holding
Naffie by clawing out his eye.

TeBron and TeZaron came in a mot behind the
cats along with Mark and Juraens arriving with their lasers set to
stun. The battle was over in minutes with all five Warriors on the
floor. The pilot came out of the cabin.

“What happened here?” he asked.

“His aura is blue, he didn’t know,” Syn
said.

“Then he can only be punished for stupidity.
Pilot this craft back to the spaceport field. Your life depends
upon it.”

Juraens opened the pilot’s cabin door.

“I’ll sit with him to make sure he does as
he’s told.” He disappeared along with the pilot.

“One is black; all others are red,” Naffie
said sitting on the floor peering at the Warriors.

“No matter, offspring, one struck a fem and
the others stood by while a fem was harmed. There is only one
penalty for that in the Codex: Death. We go to council.

* * * *

The tone in the council chambers was grim.
TeZuff and TeAngle were immediately sentenced to Dissolution and
then, death. The Warrior who struck Syn admitted that he misled his
bonded about the nature of their mission.

“Xerit didn’t know. I beg for him to receive
Dissolution. He should not pay for my deceit.’’

TeAllen spoke, “It shall be as you ask, but
not because you ask it, only because TaSyn begged for his life and
that of your other two confederates. TaZaron and TeBron, it is up
to you to carry out the sentence.’’ Although Syn was devastated she
kept still. This was the one law no Sarran above the age of
culpability could break. She never realized what a crime Naffie had
committed when he kicked Maddy. His protection of her became all
the more poignant.

::He was in no danger, Pa Chette, you were
already Ta as soon as we found you. Her penalty would have been
exile. Naffie only defended his Ta as is his right. She chose her
fate and what little I have of pre-cog tells me it will not be
pretty.::

The Rite of Dissolution was horrible. Syn
never wanted to witness one again. TaZuff and TaAngle stood
stoically. There was no need for the death sentence, for both died
during the rite.

The Goddess had mercy on the innocent Warrior
of the second pair. His bonded died in the rite; he passed out. He
was carried out to PsyOps headquarters where he would be mindwiped
of all events from his bond to the present.

* * * *

Two days later, the Earthen fem who were Ta
got together at Castle Air to discuss the experience.

“Now we know why there are no women’s
shelters on Sarran. I’m not sure I agree with the severity of the
Goddess’ punishment, but considering the history, it must have been
necessary.” Ellen drank Tierest juice in fear that caffeine would
harm her unborn bebe.

“Yes, I thought about it. There is still a
shortage of fems on Sarran, at least until
Brightstar
,
Goddess willing, can bring more from Earth. The planet could
undergo another bout of war if the Codex was not upheld in the
strictest sense,” Anya added, eating pieces of Pinner fruit.

“I still feel responsible.” Syn bowed her
head. “For Maddy, for the Warriors, for all of it.”

Adele, usually the quiet one said, “Nonsense,
they broke a sacred law, they needed to be punished. The five who
committed treason are dead. The other one was had his bond
dissolved and was given a chance to start anew. That is hardly a
penalty. It wasn’t your fault, Syn. You didn’t initiate the Zyptz
war that corrupted the Elders and it was PTSD that made the others
susceptible to the machinations of the rogues.” Adele got up from
the couch and gave Syn a hug. The other fem followed.

Syn broke down and cried. Bron and Zaron came
running. Zaron spoke for both of them. “Pa Chette, our heart, what
can we do to help you?”

“She’s upset about the sentencing and
punishment. She feels responsible. We’re going home. Call us if you
need us; but you are the best medicine for your fem right now,”
Ellen said.

Anya kissed Syn before she left.

* * * *

“If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most
offending soul.”

—William Shakespeare

Bron carried Syn upstairs in the big arms
formed in his Zadda’s forge. Zaron went ahead and opened the door
to the slumber chamber. They laid her on the bed between with their
arms around her and each other. Syn chest heaved with her sobs.

::Pa Chette, there is no way that this is
your fault. You did not encourage Angle and Zuff to treason, nor
did you recruit their followers.::

Bron turned her face toward him
::You are
too quick to blame yourself for the sins of others. You are the
most honorable fem we know. You could have left your past behind
you when you first came to our slumber chamber. You had no idea
that a Sarran Elder can deep read a mind.::

Zaron continued, coming up on one elbow and
staring into her eyes.
::Yet even though you didn’t know, you
told us everything, making sure we knew of your so-called sins
which really rested on the heads of those who abused you. You even
begged the Goddess herself for mercy for one who would ruin you
without a thought.::

Bron kissed her gently on the lips.
::The
Goddess chooses our fem for us and lets us recognize her when we
hear her mind. Your mind is the purest we have ever glimpsed. Even
if this were not the case; we would still choose you. You are
perfect in our sight. You work tirelessly on behalf of a place that
was not your home. You care about women who would have shunned you.
You grace our manse with hospitality and no matter what we ask of
you, even if it is unreasonable and troublesome, you
provide.::

Zaron kissed Syn and then Bron.
::Let us
love her together.::

Bron and Zaron undid her buttons one by one,
trailing kisses down the path between her breasts. Pushing aside
her prim white blouse, Zaron pushed it off her shoulder, revealing
the Sarran bra Bron provided for her that first night.

Turning her toward Zaron, Bron undid the
fastenings while Zaron worshiped her breasts.

Syn started to undress Zaron and then turned
to do the same to Bron. She quickly disposed of his boots, vest and
trews as Zaron took her mouth. Bron lay naked behind her. Both men
began to rub their cocks over her body.

::I see that the love you bear for each
other is so great that I now realize so is the love you bear for
me. Show me how you love each other, let me watch your
passion.::
Her Warriors groaned at her silent wish. Syn sat
back on the bed with the pillows piled up behind her, her hand
between her thighs.

Bron took Zaron’s head in his hands and moved
his tongue over the crease of Zaron’s lips. Zaron opened his mouth
to receive him. His deep passionate kisses moved from Zaron’s mouth
to his eyelids. His tongue touched a hot spot behind Zaron’s ear.
Zaron bucked up against him, rubbing his cock on Bron’s leg. By now
both men dripped Sarran slick from their foreskin. Zaron moved
behind Bron and traced his tongue down Bron’s spine, ending at the
divot that marked the beginning of his butt cheeks.

Using the lubrication that was dripping from
his cock, Bron wet his fingers and entered Zaron’s warm, grasping
channel
.::My Dragon, you are so tight for me.::
He crooked
his finger and pushed further inside. Bron added a second finger
and found Zaron’s sweet spot. He looked at Syn. Her thighs were
wet.

As Zaron began to moan his sounds chorused
Syn’s. Bron lined up his cock with Zaron’s entrance and Syn finally
moved. Bron watched as she took Zaron’s cock into her mouth and
hands. As Bron moved, Syn suckled. Bron watched as Zaron fell apart
in their arms.

Bron came inside his Dragon, Zaron in his Pa
Chette’s mouth, and Syn’s juices dripped from her own climax.

* * * *

Six tides from the day the
Brightstar
landed it was ready to make the return journey. Several of the fems
along with their Warriors went back to help recruit more women to
make the trip, including a Hollywood star who bonded with a pair of
cabinetmakers.

The fleet was commanded by Captains Lunas and
Saxon, the bonded pair that sat second chair on
Brightstar’s
first voyage.

Mark and Juraens stood at the boarding
station flanked by four of the ten Elders. Mark took the hands of
Anya’s Triad and held them in his while his Beloved stood at his
back. “My adopted sibs, we go to complete the story and bring the
rest of the fems along with our own. We will travel far from the
new home that I love but we will bring with us your good wishes and
the love of the Goddess.

Mark and Juraens moved to Bron and Zaron.
Juraens said, “I have had your backs for many years and now you
have mine. We are happy to go with your blessing to find our fate
as you have so happily found yours.

They were the last to board. The gangplank
went up and the latest voyage of the
Brightstar
across the
galaxy began.

THE END

* * * *

ABOUT A.C. KATT

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