The Sarran Senator (19 page)

::If I wait, I’ll just build it up in my
mind and get more nervous.::
Meg fidgeted.

::What exactly is making you
nervous?::
Sam asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.

::That I can’t please you,::
Meg said
in a small voice.

::Little one, you please us by existing.
It is up to us to please you. Trust your Warriors. We’ll make sure
there is only a small sting when we take your hymen.::
Tarin
came and knelt before her.

Sam got up and knelt next to Tarin.
::Are
you willing to try?::

::Yes, if you’re sure you want me.::

Sam stood up and swept Meg into his arms.
They transported into the slumber chamber.

“Why don’t you get ready for bed and put on
one of your new moontine gowns.” Sam smiled.

Meg scurried into the bathroom.

* * * *

“Come to bed, my fox. I want you in my arms.”
Tarin held up his arms and Sam crawled into the middle of the
bed.

Tarin began to run his hands over Sam’s body
to sensitize his skin. “Dearheart, I love you and our fem so much
it actually hurts.” Sam lifted his head. Meg stood over them.
“Come, join us.”

Sam folded over the cover and Meg crept
underneath. Sam started to kiss Meg’s face, nibbling on her lips.
Tarin moved over Sam and got on the other side of Meg, and pulled
her moontine gown under her full breasts, worshiping them, while
suckling on her nipples. He blew air over them and they pebbled and
peaked. Sam took Meg’s mouth, plunging his tongue into its
depths.

Tarin trailed kisses down Meg’s spine, moving
her gown down to her waist. She shuddered. Tarin grabbed Sam’s lips
with his own. Meg kissed Tarin’s shoulders. The slick began to pour
off their cocks; but they weren’t the only ones who were wet. Sam
put his hand in the juncture of Meg’s thighs and it came away
soaked. Tarin eased her down between them, removing the moontine
gown which had pooled around her knees.

Tarin licked the nape of her neck and cupped
her ass in his hands, kneading the cheeks. Then Tarin picked her up
and laid her on her back. Sam moved down and put his mouth between
her legs as Tarin kissed her lips. Meg moaned and started to
thrash.

“Oh, oh…I never knew.”

“Little one, we’re going to take you now.”
Tarom positioned himself in the middle with Sam behind him and Meg,
on her back in front. He moved his fingers to her clit and began to
caress it with his fingers. She started to pant. Tarin lined up and
Sam lined up behind him. Tarin entered Meg, encountering only
slight resistance. She grabbed his mouth and kissed him in a
frenzy.

Tarin felt the pressure of Sam’s cock and he
opened to take in the head. Soon both he and Sam had bottomed out.
::Can we move, little one,::
Tarin asked Meg as Sam kissed
the nape of his neck and shoulders.

::Please, yes. Would you kiss each other
for me. I want to see the three of us together, not just the two of
you with me.::
Meg’s mind voice was shy.

Sam pivoted his head and Tarin grabbed his
mouth, putting all that he felt into that one kiss and broadcasting
it to the three of them. He let go of Sam’s lips and started to
move.

::This is not going to take very long, I’m
afraid I’m on the edge,::
Sam told them.

Sam moved in and out of Tarin, going deep
each time. That propelled Tarin in and out of Meg. Tarin made sure
he continuously fingered her clit. She started to cry out. They
reached the summit.

The Goddess came.
::I bless this Triad.
Meg, you are the heart of this union, Tarin, the soul, and Sam the
strength. Love each other always.::
A bright light came, then
vanished. The Triad went down on the bed in a jumble of arms and
legs.

“Concierge, please kept a recording of the
bonding to certify for the house archives.”

Sam sat up. “Let me get the cloths and
towels. We’ll need to change the sheets! I can’t believe we forgot
to put down a towel. I love both of you so much that all
practicality leaves my head as soon as one of you touches me.”

“You do the same to me, dearheart.” Tarin
kissed the inside of Sam’s elbow.

Sam ran his fingers through Meg’s silky black
hair.
::And you, our Meg, are the worst of all. You make me
completely lose my mind.::

::It would be better if we all took a
shower together then changed the sheets,::
Meg suggested,
blushing.
::I bled a little, you don’t want them to
stain.::

::I’m not worried about the sheets, little
love. I’m worried about you. Are you sore?::
Tarin asked
her.

::I’m fine. I wouldn’t say no to some
fooling around in the shower.::
Meg giggled and ran into the
bathing chamber. Sam stopped, looked at Tarin, and laughed.
Grabbing his bonded’s hand they ran in after her.

After some shower play the Triad came out of
the bathing chamber to be greeted by a very annoyed Snowy.
::I
don’t see my bed and I refuse to sleep with Midnight again, he
rolls on top of me.::

Tarin put on his robe and transported to the
kitchen. With a few keystrokes he fabricated a very frilly cat bed
for Snowy and transported himself and the bed back into the slumber
chamber.

::Here is your bed, little beauty. Where do
you want it?::

::Right here by the side of the bed, up near
the head so you don’t get out and squash me in the middle of the
moontine.::

Still laughing at their own little scold, the
Triad lay down to sleep with Sam spooning Tarin and Tarin holding
Meg on his chest.
::Our fem likes your chest hair too.::

::When did she tell you that?::
Tarin
asked.

::Just now,::
Meg answered.
::Go to
sleep.::

* * * *

Anybody can become angry—that is easy, but to be
angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the
right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way—that is
not within everybody’s power and is not easy.

―Aristotle

Falling Waters: Rising

The next rising Meg woke up to find tea on
what she would call a teacart next to the bed, prepared just the
way she liked it and still hot. Folded over her boudoir chair was a
smart pantsuit she had designed while she was in the fem barracks
and browsing through the fabricator archives.

The suit in the fabricator catalog on the
comm had reminded Meg of a type of Pakistani tunic and pants for
fem. Meg changed the weight of the material to the Sarran
equivalent of cashmere to accommodate the cooler climate of the
Barren phase on Sarran, but the original design was a good one so
Meg made only a few decorative adjustments, adding a Mandarin
collar and pockets. Meg detested handbags and on Sarran she didn’t
need to carry anything but a comm unit the size of an old flip
phone that would fit in the pocket.

She had finished her tea and was about to do
her hair when Tarin and Sam knocked on her dressing room door.
“After last moontine, darlings, I wouldn’t think you’d need to
knock.”

Tarin came over and kissed the nape of her
neck, followed by Sam who kissed her behind the ear. “Good rising,
dearheart. Are you ready for the dawntine meal?”

“What are we having?” Meg asked, curious.

“Eggs, from a Sarran waterfowl that looks
like a duck but is called a gulleal, borad strips, fried monk with
vallions, bread with churned cha, Tierest jelly, and juice,” Sam
told her.

“I think I’ll stick with the bread, cha, and
juice,” Meg said in consternation.

“Remember, the Tierest juice controls your
weight. You can eat a good meal at rising.”

“Okay. I find I’m hungry, so we’ll see what
happens.”

“Take your time, little love. We’re not due
at Syn’s until ten tines.” Tarin kissed her hair and both Warriors
left the dressing room.

* * * *

Castle Air: 10:00 tines

Meg’s Triad was the last to arrive. Syn made
a pot of tea for Meg and coffee for the rest of the council. They
sat in Castle Air’s conference room. “Have Tigger and Aloysius
swept the room?”

::We found two listening devices last rising,
but we think they were left over from Hilnut.”

::Zaron, ward the room. We can’t take
chances,::
his bonded told him.

Bron waited to speak until Zaron finished the
warding.

::Did anyone think of an alternative to
Meg’s plan?::
Bron asked.

::Personally, I think it was the best idea
put forward. My idea of passports is too Orwellian for Sarran
sensibilities. Meg’s idea to have the unbonded Warriors come
forward so we can see how many more fems we need is a good one. I
hope we got all of them. We can’t afford to lose any more Warriors
or any fem.::

Bron raised a brow.
::Orwellian?::

::George Orwell, a British writer, wrote a
novel about a dystopian society where everyone spied on everyone
else and loyalty was fluid. You probably have it on your comm,
1984,
::
Anya noted. Her bebe was laying quietly in her
sling.

Bron produced baby slings that left the Zinna
or Sire’s hands free but would still enable them to hold the bebe
over their heart and Syn had given one each to Anya, Adele, and
Ellen. Bron improved the design from the Babies R Us catalog, so
now the bebe couldn’t inadvertently fall out of the sling when the
Zinna leaned over or stood.

“Are the Warriors ready for the births?” Syn
asked.

“They’ve all been through the training. We
have twenty medical doctors among the fems who arrived on this last
voyage so they will be able to render aid without being liable to
give birth during the process,” Mark reported. “I will also be
available because although Sara is pregnant, she isn’t due until
the next wave. We also have the doctors in the fleet who have been
trained.”

“I’m most concerned about the younger
Warriors who might fall apart if they’re fem is in any discomfort,”
Jonal said seriously.

“There are few things that can panic a Sarran
WarriorPair. One of those things is their fem in pain. The mind
blocks work but the Warrior has to be calm enough to use them.”
Zuron smiled and grabbed Ellen’s hand.

“Our Ellen remained calm so we were able to
deliver Aron without a problem, but if she hadn’t remained calm, I
don’t know if we would have been able to do it.” Axit shuddered.
“Especially after losing our first fem to the Zyptz.”

“Vocar knew how the Te would react if the Ta
passed. A WarriorPair’s only weaknesses are their fem and bebes. If
Meg hadn’t figured out what was going on, we’d all have been
incapacitated,” Juraens said bluntly. The government would have
been overthrown and the Federation would have come in to
restore
order
.”

“They haven’t figured out yet that it’s the
Sarrans and only the Sarrans that keep the Zyptz away from this
galaxy?” Sam asked, incredulous. “Even the hot-heads on Earth have
figured that out and they’ve had a lot less time to take it all
in.”

“That’s why we need them, Sam. Because after
less than one and a half cycles, they have figured it out. If we
could take all of your planet’s hostility and unleash it on the
Zyptz instead of them unleashing on each other, the Zyptz would
disappear from this galaxy and go elsewhere.” Well poured himself
an Asta.

“We recognize your former compatriots as
worthy allies if they could just act in consort. There doesn’t have
to be a single head of state. The eight WarriorPairs on council
don’t always agree, but we work it out. If only Earth could do the
same and stop shooting at each other.” Bron put out his glass. Well
poured Asta for all sixteen Warriors.

“Instead of where they should be pointing
their guns, at the Zyptz,” Zaron said with finality.

“We have a saying on Earth,
‘You’re
preaching to the choir.’
What it means is that you’re trying to
convince the already convinced. It’s John Morgan we have to strong
arm, him and the other members of the United Nations. Earth, unlike
Sarran, is not united by a common culture. In each region of the
planet they have different mores and different needs. On Earth,
there is great inequality. There is poverty and disease. You are
helping to alleviate some of Earth’s problems, but Earth has to
work on some of the others. It may take the full twenty years.” Sam
downed his drink.

“After what happened two moontines ago, I
don’t know if we have that long.” Jonal stopped pacing and sat down
next to Anya, taking the baby. He glanced at Anya who raised her
brow, “She calms me,” he said with a shrug. Anya giggled.

* * * *

Courtyard, Castle Air

“You hear her, too. She calls us,” Michael
whined.

“But they haven’t let us see the bebes yet.
They’re afraid we’ll be loud and disturb them. I don’t know what to
do.” Naffie didn’t often admit defeat, especially to the younger
Michael.

“I know what we can do. I’ll get Tigger and
Duchess to help. All they have to do is stand by the door and it
will open. We’ll follow them in and then we’ll get to see her.”

“We really should tell them anyway. Aron and
Dov belong to Nara and Mary belongs to us,” Naffer decided.
“Michael, did you ask for the playground for us yet? It would be
nice if they put it by the fieldhouse and the Warriors Academy; one
like you said was on the Brightstar.” Naffie wanted a swing set and
a sandbox.

“We can ask for that too. Let’s get the cats.
They’ll help.” Michael went to call Tigger who was hanging out with
Duchess in the kitchen.

* * * *

Castle Air Kitchen

::…
So you see, Tigger, Duchess, we have to
see her. We understand we can’t play with her yet, but we can help
watch over her. We could teleport to Castle Light once a half-tide
and talk to her. Get her used to us. When she gets older she can
play on the swings and in the sandbox with us.::