Rogue (19 page)

Racknay was the eldest and most pompous of the group, reminding me a lot of Wazak, though I had no idea who his father was. Unfortunately, he had the same problem that Zealon did, which was that his fingertips were wider than the keys, something which caused him a great deal of frustration. Still, he had an octave and a half reach, which was pretty cool.

Uragus was the youngest of Scalia's children; a little bitty guy with the brightest eyes I'd yet to see on a Darconian and was also the first one I'd ever considered to be cute, though I had no doubt that he would outgrow it. He was so tiny that I had to put a cushion on the bench for him to reach the keyboard, and, as a result, there was no hope of him reaching the pedals for a few more years. Still, he was a chipper little fellow and seemed to enjoy playing, working even harder at it than Zealon. I liked him a lot.

With the added students, I had less time to spend with Tychar and saw less and less of Trag. It might have been that he was avoiding me, because I gave him such raging hard-ons, but to be perfectly honest, I wouldn't have minded if he'd come around just to jack off. Tychar might have objected, though, so I didn't suggest it.

But Scalia did.

I guess she didn't want me having all the fun with her cats, and though she made it seem like a spur of the moment idea, I was pretty sure she'd been thinking about it for quite a while.

We were at dinner one evening, and after Zealon went off to bed, she had the Zetithians sent in the way she'd done on my first night in the palace. I hadn't seen Trag for about a week and greeted him warmly. He gave me a half-assed smile and stood by Scalia, serving her wine and feeding her the occasional bit of fruit while we talked. Tychar took up a position beside me, and, as usual, his cock blossomed like a rose and began dripping all over my arm. That and his purring distracted me to the point that I could barely carry on my conversation with the Queen—so much so that, when she asked me if I had the same effect on this one, I didn't know what she meant.

"Excuse me?" I asked. "Effect on what one?"

"This one," she said, stroking Trag's dick.

"Well," I began uncertainly. "I
did have
at one time, but I don't know if..."

"Go stand beside her," Scalia told Trag. "I want to see it for myself."

Damn Queens!
I thought.
Always ordering the
slaves around...

Tychar was already making me squirm in my chair, so my scent must have been pretty strong, and if the table hadn't been so large, Trag probably could have smelled me from where he stood. But apparently he needed to be closer, which made some sense, because if they could pick up the scent from across the room, these guys would be hard all the time, and their dicks would probably explode in a crowd of horny women. Trag did exactly as she told him, and if he was trying to control himself, you couldn't tell it, because as soon as he got a good whiff of me, he was as hard as a glows tone.

I tried not to stare, but pretty soon, he was dripping on me, too, which was quite effective at getting my attention. I wondered if that fluid would have the same effect when applied to the skin as it did when it came in contact with a mucus membrane. I thought it might take longer that way, but also knew that this wouldn't have been a fair test, because I was about to climax from the visual stimulation, alone.

"I don't suppose you've ever seen them do that before, have you?" I asked Scalia hoarsely.

"No," she replied, "but it has been a fond wish of mine that I would someday."

"You should taste it, then," I suggested. "It makes me have orgasms."

"Yes," she said. "They have told me of this."

For some reason I could see Trag telling her that, but not Tychar. Trag was a little less... reserved... than Tychar. I could sense that she had never truly believed their claims, for her skepticism was quite evident in her tone.

"It's true," I assured her. "Watch." I took a droplet of fluid from Tychar and tasted it. An orgasm followed swiftly, and I gasped, "See? You should try it."

The table was too wide to reach across, so Scalia got up and came around to where I sat between the two men.

I was pleased that when she touched one of them, it was Trag rather than Tychar, because she
did
touch him!— wrapped her big, long, reptilian fingers around Trag's stiff, ruffled dick, leaned down, and licked him.

The fluid appeared to have no effect on her, but what she did certainly had an effect on Trag! The sound he made was almost a shout, though it was unclear as to whether he was in pain or in ecstasy.

The Queen paused, savoring the flavor. "Slightly salty," she remarked, "but it has no effect on me. Pity."

She let go of his cock, at which point Trag gasped, "Don't stop!"

Poor Trag! His whole body was shaking, and his breathing was as harsh and ragged as that of a dying man. He had to be on the edge, because this was a queen he was talking to, and, not only that, he was her slave.

"I haven't come in twenty years!" he exclaimed.

"Please, Scalia!" He took in a deep gulp of air, not even able to purr. "I've done everything you've ever asked of me. Please, help me..." His voice trailed off to a whisper, and when I looked up, I thought I could see tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks.

Honest to God, if she hadn't done it for him, I would have! But she did. Using her tongue on the head, she worked the shaft with her hand. Trag looked like he was about to come unglued, and Tychar was rubbing his own cock on my cheek.

"When he ejaculates, catch the semen in your mouth,"

I told Scalia when Trag appeared to be about to climax.

"It's very sweet."

Scalia was in a good position, but when Trag let out a roar, she backed off. He hit her in the mouth with it anyway, shooting out an arc reminiscent of the fountain in The Shrine. It took a few moments, but then...

"Great Mother of the Desert!" Scalia whispered in astonishment. "I feel..."

"Better than you've ever felt before in your life?"

I suggested.

"Yes!" she replied with a voice filled with awe. "I have heard of this, but never believed it."

"Now
do you understand why someone decided to exterminate them?"

Scalia shook her head in wonder. "I have always believed it to have been their beauty which aroused such jealousy and hatred."

"No," I said gently. "I believe it was because of their ability to love. Other men can't compare."

Scalia stood back and looked at Trag. "Yes," she said, nodding. "They are beautiful, and obviously affect females very strongly, but they are also honest and trustworthy. Their emotions run deep, but they are not...

belligerent."

I'd known Trag to be a little on the belligerent side, but it had been fairly easy to calm him down, so maybe she was right about that part, too.

"No, they aren't the least bit mean," I agreed. "And it isn't just these potent fluids they secrete; they seem to be natural born lovers. You've always liked them, haven't you—even though you've never been... intimate... with one of them?"

Scalia nodded. "I have always been partial to them.

They are my slaves, but they are not cringing or subservient, nor do they whine about their situation here."

I had an idea that this was more due to the fact that she'd treated them with kindness and respect, but I might have been wrong about that. Perhaps they would have maintained the same integrity even if they had been abused.

"No, they don't whine, but they are very... persistent." I glanced up at Tychar, who was smiling at me. Clearing my throat audibly, I added, "Perhaps we shouldn't be having this conversation in front of them.

They may become too... arrogant."

"Not a chance!" Trag declared. "Keep talking. I'm feeling better all the time!"

"You see?" Scalia laughed. "Not subservient at all! I like that about them."

"We like you, too, Scalia," Trag said. "And, thank you, for that," he added, with a downward glance at his dick. "That was like giving water to someone dying of thirst in the desert."

Scalia smiled. "I will give you one more gift," she said. "If Kyra will do it for me."

"What's that?" I asked with some trepidation, because if it was sex, I was going to have to decline. Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, but I
was
in love with his brother!

"Kiss him," she said. "It would be more... enjoyable...

coming from you than from me."

"Well, I don't know if he'd want—" I began, but Trag cut me off.

"I would
love
to kiss you, Kyra," he said wistfully.

"If it's okay with Ty."

I didn't see the exchange between them, but Tychar must have given his permission, because Trag pulled me to my feet and into his arms. His kiss was poignant and sweet, making me wish I could have had both of them as my lovers. But I couldn't be that greedy. Somewhere there was another woman who needed him far more than I did, and who would love him all the more because of it. He just had to find her.

I WRESTLED WITH THIS IDEA FOR SEVERAL WEEKS, BUT

other than pestering Scalia to look for more women or to let Trag go find one for himself, I couldn't come up with a way to do it. Scalia did take my suggestion to get Nindala's troupe to come to Darconia, but they were a long way off, and it would be some time before they could work us into their schedule. It was also distinctly possible that Scalia might refuse to let them meet. I reminded myself that Trag had been waiting for twenty years, and, since his dick still seemed to work as well as it ever had, he could wait a while longer.

Not that he didn't become even more persistent. Having all but disappeared for a few weeks, he now found excuses to come to my quarters all the time and even convinced Scalia to let him take piano lessons. He had no talent whatsoever, but must have enjoyed sitting next to me on the piano bench. Which meant that Tychar would sit on my other side—probably just so Trag didn't get any funny ideas. Trag didn't remember very many Zetithian songs, but, having been raised by an uncle who frequented the bars in spaceports, he knew a bunch of drinking songs, which were pretty raunchy and did nothing to diminish his level of arousal.

I loved having them around, but they were driving me nuts, because their dicks were always hot, hard, and dripping with anticipation. As a result, the piano lessons with Trag became more of an exercise in my own self-restraint than any improvement in dexterity on his part.

It would have been different if they hadn't both been naked all the time—which was another thing Trag kept trying to convince me was the way to go.

"But it's so hot here, and you look great naked!" he insisted. "And you could wear
something
—a few necklaces. .. maybe a bracelet or two. I mean, wow!"

I was having enough trouble keeping him at bay as it was, so I told him about Nindala, instead, but it didn't help a whole lot, because he wasn't sure he'd like blue skin and red hair—aside from the fact that Scalia would probably forbid them to meet.

Masturbation was the one thing they both seemed to rebel against doing—said it just wouldn't work without a woman doing it to them—but I just about had Trag convinced to give it a go.

"Or maybe I could get Scalia to do it again," he mused. "She seemed to like the snard."

"Yes, but that was weird," I said. "It was okay on the spur of the moment, but to come right out and
askher...

I don't know about that. It'd be different if I didn't have to be there so your dick would get hard."

"Yeah, but maybe with you in the room, I could actually
fuck
Scalia—though you'd have to stand pretty close, because my nose isn't all that good. There was a guy in our unit who just had to be
downwind
of a woman to get an erection, but I have to be a lot closer, myself."

"Do you
really want
to have sex with the Queen?"

I asked. I mean, she was a lizard! Refdeck obviously didn't mind, but he was reptilian, too.

"Well, no," Trag admitted. "I like her, but you're the only one around here who does it for me—and it isn't just because of the way you smell, either."

"You might remember that the next time Scalia introduces you to someone," I said dryly.

"What?"

"You know, smile? You didn't smile when I first met you. Tychar did."

Tychar smiled smugly. "Yes, I smiled, but I already knew you would be my mate," he said.

"Oh, yeah, right," I said. "Forgot about that vision thing—which I still find hard to believe. Are you sure it wasn't just some line to get me into bed?"

"It's the truth!" Tychar insisted. "And, if you will recall, I had already gotten you into bed."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that, too," I admitted. "You see what you guys are doing to me? Addling my brains and making me downright senile! Pretty soon, I won't even be able to play the piano and then Scalia will kick me out, and you guys will have to find someone else to get your dicks hard."

Trag nudged me in the ribs. "But if I get you addled enough, you might actually fuck me
before
she kicks you out." He took a moment to gaze down at my chest.

"And I still believe you should rethink the clothing issue. You've got some truly fabulous tits there. Nobody on this whole planet has tits like that. You should show them off more."

"Nindala's are better," I asserted. "Even if they are blue."

"I don't give a damn about Nindala!" he declared.

"I'll probably never get to meet her anyway, because I'll bet money that Scalia locks us up if she ever does come around. Jack me off or suck me, I don't care! I just need to get rid of some snard. It builds up, you know."

"For twenty years?" I asked incredulously. "It's a wonder your balls haven't ruptured."

"Well, it's mainly since you've been here," he admitted. "I think it has something to do with the smell thing."

"You mean you don't know?"

"Hey, on Zetith, once a guy was old enough, he was doing his utmost to entice women all the time—the drive to find a willing mate is really strong—which is one of the reasons I went back home. This not having a woman around to catch even a whiff of for twenty years—I don't know if that ever happened before the war."