Release

I'd enjoyed the hunt, even if it had only been short: it was good to taste freshly-killed food again, and the exercise had done me good. Done Mahrayne good too - her eyes were sparkling, and she was grinning widely. Very appealing. Both Kelapa and I were tempted... But Zha'haarak and Zh'leet had taken care of the brats while we were gone and were both looking ragged, it wouldn't be fair to make them suffer any longer.
I really could have done without being summoned. The youngsters had settled down for a nap after the meal, and I'd wanted to speak to Mahrayne about lessons while things were peaceful. But Vejiita had made a point of never dragging me away from the suite unless it was important...

When I arrived at the main office, however, he wasn't there.
       *My lord? Where are you?*
       *Consort's suite.* He *sounded* brusque - annoyed, I thought. Frowning I made my way to the royal wing of the palace.
       I could hear Kayusu's wails from two floors away. What the hell was going on?
       Inside the suite she was sobbing and shrieking hysterically, two of the consorts' attendants trying to calm her down. The three brats were huddled together in a corner, trembling, faces terrified. Kyuri and Apyo were in an inner room: I couldn't see what they were doing. Vejiita, Zorun at attention behind him, stood in the centre of the room, arms crossed over his chest. His face was impassive, but his scent... There was shock, anger - and a smidgeon of fear. He glanced at me, a touch of relief tingeing his features. I bowed my head.
       *What's happened?*
       He gestured towards the inner room.
       *Sheftali. Or what's left of her.*
       My jaw fell. I dived towards the door, only to be stopped by Apyo. I scowled up at him: he shook his head.
       "You don't want to see."
       "I'll be the judge of that."
       His eyes closing briefly, he lowered his arms.
       He was right though - I wish I hadn't seen...
       I've no idea where she'd got the weapon: I suppose Anzu had had access to enough of them. Some sort of wide-beam blaster. It hadn't left much of her head...
       I swallowed hard and glanced at Kyuri.
       "I don't suppose it was an accident?"
       She shook her head, grimly.
       "Why?"
       "I don't know yet. We're hoping Kayusu might be able to tell us something - if she ever stops screaming."

Back in the outer room Kayusu's wails had quietened a little, but she was still too overwrought to make any sense. I went to the heirs - who cuddled up to me, trying hard not to cry. I sighed: no-one had thought to give them any attention, they didn't know what was going on, and they were scared and bewildered - not to mention that the twins were now motherless, though whether they realised that yet I couldn't say. I hugged them, rocking slightly. I'd have liked to have taken them out of the suite, but Vejiita shook his head.
       "I require you here. Can you get any sense out of this idiot?"
       He gestured briefly to Kayusu. I frowned.
       *I'll try. If you'll come over here and comfort your children.*
       He blinked, startled, then half-smiled wryly and took my place, pulling the brats closely to him.
       Kayusu was sobbing quietly, hanging limply between the attendants. I rested my hands on her shoulders.
       "Come now. You need to tell me what happened." As she seemed set to start wailing again I brushed her cheek.
       "It's all right - I'll look after you."
       She snuffled and gazed at me, eyes still brimming.
       "You will?"
       I nodded. She gulped and took a deep breath.
       "She... she said she had to find a way out. Before the king found out."
       "Found out what?"
       She looked suddenly terrified, her voice rising half an octave.
       "It wasn't me! I didn't know anything about it!"
       I frowned. It sounded suspiciously as though...
       "Kay-chan, was Sheftali involved with your father's conspiracy?"
       Biting her lip, fresh tears streaming down her face, she nodded.
       "But I wasn't. You have to believe me, I didn't know anything about it until she told me earlier!"
       I believed her. Her scent was heavy with grief and fear, but not a trace of guilt. I glanced over my shoulder to Vejiita.
       *She was so scared of what you'd do she preferred to kill herself?*
       He glowered at me.
       *She was there for that damned traitor's 'confession', remember.*
       Of course, so she had been. I turned back to Kayusu.
       "I think it might be best if you moved out of here for a while."
       She flashed a quick look towards the inner door, shuddered, and nodded. I gestured to her attendants.
       "Pack some essentials for Lady Kayusu and the heirs..."
       *I want you to look after the heirs for a while. Until she's got back what few wits she possesses.*
       I stared at the king.
       *But... I can't leave the hostlings! Or my own two!*
       *I'm not asking you to. Take them back to the suite with you. Gods' know there are enough brats there already: three more won't make any difference...*
       I rounded on him.
       *Are you serious?*
       He gestured to Kayusu.
       *She's not fit to do it.*
       He was right. Unfortunately. I sighed and tried to smile at the children.
       "Your friends have missed you. Would you like to come and see them again?"
       The three nodded hesitantly, and I knelt and beckoned them to me.
       "Come on then."
       On my way out, Buahan in my arms and the twins at my sides, Kyuri stopped me for a moment, frowning.
       "You look exhausted. And you smell frustrated."
       I managed a small mile.
       "I'm both. And it looks like it's going to stay that way."
       "Anything I can do?"
       I shook my head.
       "But thanks for asking..."

I should have been trying to have that talk with Mahrayne, get some sort of lesson routine sorted out, but I was just too tired. And tense. And after the brats all managing to blurt out the happenings of the last eight days, I really didn't feel much like talking to anyone. There was no point in being angry with the children - no-one had told them not to tell the story to anyone. And Mahrayne would have to know what had happened, eventually. If she was going to stay on as their tutor she'd need some idea of the sort of security required for them all.
       Then Radittsu arrived home. He regarded me from a sea of excited, hissing, growling brats and frowned.
       *What's happened?*
       I told him. He just caught himself before he could vocalise his disgust. He'd never liked the consorts much.
       *You need a break. Take Mahrayne into one of the rooms - I'll keep the brats occupied.*
       *But you're tired too...*
       *I can rest later. You probably won't.*
       I smiled.
       *Thanks...*

And it was wonderful... Mahrayne's teasing, tantalising fingers, her lips, her tongue... And she didn't let me do a thing...
Afterwards I gave her a potted version of the story, enough so that she had some idea of what to expect of us all - especially the heirs - in the next few days. Then, reluctantly, we returned to the common room: Radittsu had to get back to headquarters before his visit to Ti'aasaan. But at least the brats were a little calmer.

I'd rather forget the exhausting, almost sleepless night Zha'haarak and I spent, trying to calm tired and fretful infants and soothe Kobis' nightmares. We really needed Ti'aasaan back - and preferably Zha'haabron and Radittsu as well! And if Mahrayne were here too...

Radittsu had wished he could spend more time in the suite: the little warrior looked better after the time spent with the Hassinan, but she was still badly in need of a decent sleep. Heh - they all were!
       Still, the cleanup operation was just about finished. With a brilliant flash of inspiration Vejiita had sentenced the conspirators to work in the Hassinan mines, and the captain had been overseeing the settlement of their affairs: it was not intended that they would return to Vejiitasei. Ever. They'd be worked to death on that cold world.
       There'd been a moment of alarm when it was realised that Hassina had a moon, but the Lead Speaker had reassured the Council that the world's dense, ever-present cloud cover prevented the inhabitants from ever catching a glimpse of open sky, much less the moon. And in any case, the miners would be underground the whole time.
       It was satisfactory.
       He started as slim hands slid under the shoulder-guards of his armour, glancing up into Kyuri's smiling face.
       "All done?"
       He nodded.
       "Then why don't you go and eat - it's midday. You're off-duty from this afternoon, aren't you?"
       "You know I am."
       She kneaded at what she could reach of his shoulders.
       "Go early - you deserve it. Anything planned?"
       He smirked up at her.
       "Yes."
       She waited, but nothing more was forthcoming: she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
       "Well, enjoy it, whatever it is!"

Radittsu watched his bondmate's shining eyes, smiling broadly as they flew back to the suite. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating - it had stopped snowing, and there was no wind. They'd just left the lab - where Ti'aasaan was sitting up, drinking some of Zh'leet's fruity glop...
       He was going to be all right.
       Vinas had expressed his surprise (there was a measure of envy in it too) at how quickly the G'geckan treatment worked, stimulating the little zn'hre's own cells to repair the lining of his lungs and dissolving the dead tissue so that it could be coughed up. Ti'aasaan hadn't liked that at all - but afterwards he could breathe, properly, for the first time since he'd been dumped in the snow. Zha'haabron had held him gently, stroking his hair as Radittsu held his hand, and at the end he'd glanced up, embarrassed, biting his lip, narrow chest heaving.
       "I'm sorry..."
       The captain kissed his fingers.
       "For what? Getting better?"
       Ti'aasaan managed a half-smile - then Vinas turned from the monitor, expression satisfied.
       "Well, this is coming along very well indeed. If you continue healing at this rate, you can go home the day after tomorrow."
       Zha'haabron hugged the little zn'hre closely, kissing his neck: there were tears in both pairs of golden eyes. The Saiyan sighed, happiness swelling inside his chest.
       "But for now -" continued the Feeodoreean, " - I want him to rest. By himself."
       Zha'haabron would have objected, but Ti'aasaan shook his head firmly.
       "He's right, my Ssii'iin. You both look exhausted: you must rest too. I will be fine."
       Weak with relief, for once Zha'haabron gave in gracefully...

The common room was empty when they arrived: Zha'haabron frowned at Hijau, who bowed, grinning widely.
       "Vinas called, on Ssii'iir Ti'aasaan's instructions, Ssii'iin. Zh'leet and Gh'veen have taken the hostlings elsewhere for tonight: they thought you might like a little time for the family, without them interrupting."
       "Very thoughtful of them." growled Radittsu, wrapping his arms around his bondmate from behind, one hand stroking his groin. The king moaned very quietly and pressed against him, backside firm against his rapidly growing erection.
       ...Ye gods, how long had it been since they'd had a little time and space to be themselves, free of worry?...
       Hijau saluted and turned to take up his usual position by the inner door as Radittsu pushed Zha'haabron towards the bathroom - but the king refused to move.
       *... beloved?*
       **Let Hijau join us**
       The captain blinked, startled.
       *What? Why?*
       Zha'haabron swivelled to face the Saiyan.
       **Because if he's going to partner Zha'raadiin in a few years time, it's as well he learns about the zn'hre, and what pleases us, as soon as possible**
       Radittsu stared.
       *Partner 'raadiin?*
       The king inclined his head.
       **They are already fond of each other**
       *But...*
       Zha'haabron cupped the warm face in cool blue hands.
       **Zk'vissin - it is my hope that what we have here, the family, can be repeated with our offspring. The Saiya-jin have more males than females: my zn'hre cannot make love together without conceiving. Why not have Saiyan-zn'hre families? As long as both Saiyan and zn'hre are happy with the notion, I can see no objection**
       Radittsu blinked rapidly, lips parted.
       *You're serious, aren't you?*
       The R'ren'nkh'ian nodded.
       **One Saiyan to two zn'hre seems to be an appropriate ratio**
       *How long have you been planning this?*
       **Not planning, as such, although the notion occurred to me when Ti'aasaan first joined us. Obviously much depends on how many Saiya-jin - and zn'hre - would find the idea appealing. But you must agree it would be an elegant solution to both party's frustrations**
       *Uh, well, yes - I suppose it would. But what the fuck will Vejiita think?!*
       Zha'haabron smiled.
       **That remains to be seen: we will not worry about it now. But to return to my original proposal - may Hijau join us? It's been a while since you two have made love...**
       Radittsu chuckled silently and kissed the strong blue throat, then turned to his second in command.
       "Threat's over now, guardsman. You no longer need to guard the suite."
       Hijau tried very hard not to let his dejection show, but Radittsu caught it anyway. He smirked.
       "Make sure the two guards outside the suite know there'll be no guard inside. Then give us ten minutes before you come and join us in the pool."
       Hijau blinked, eyes wide with startlement, for several seconds - then positively beamed and saluted smartly.
       "Yes sir!"

Naked, the bondmates entered the bathroom - only to stop and stare at what was happening in the pool...

Once the children had left the room, Mahrayne quickly decided that decorum could go stuff itself; she had so little time left with Leteetza, she planned to make the most of it. Mahrayne kissed the little female, tasting and exploring her mouth and throat, nuzzling and nipping her ears, combing through the Saiyan's thick, red-brown mane with her fingers. There was a cool touch on her thigh. Mahrayne glanced down and saw Zha'haarak's hand moving under the water, a look of quiet abstraction on his face as his fingers traced the patterns of her thigh beads. She grinned and turned slightly, silently encouraging him to fondle her tail beads. He did, stroking gently and rhythmically, and Mahrayne shivered with rapidly quickening desire. Leteetza's hands were on her breasts, her nails scouring lightly over Mahrayne's peaked nipples and the tip of her tail rubbing deliciously along her sensitive sex. Mahrayne reached down into the water to fondle Leteetza and her fingers met Zha'haarak's between the little female's thighs. Leteetza quivered under the co-ordinated assault, her hands tightening on Mahrayne's breasts and her tail-tip moving faster and harder. Mahrayne gave herself up to the exquisite sensations, her head tipping back and her eyes closing as her coming overwhelmed her.

It was amazingly erotic, Leteetza's tail below the water obviously doing something that Mahrayne found intensely arousing: the Hassinan's eyes were closed, her lips parted as she squirmed and shivered. Radittsu unconsciously wrapped his own tail around his love's hips, the tip caressing Zha'haabron's erection as his own pressed between cool firm buttocks. As both females gasped and came, shuddering, Radittsu coughed gently, attracting their attention. Mahrayne twisted sharply, her eyes enormous, and tried to hide behind Zha'haarak.
       "May we join you?"
       Leteetza grinned, eyes twinkling evilly, and gestured them in.
       "It is your bath..."
       The pair slid, slowly and luxuriously, into the water, Radittsu keeping his face impassive as he watched the Hassinan's gaze flicker between them, finally coming to rest on his erection. She looked - alarmed. For a moment he wondered if perhaps they should have waited until the females had left the bath... But there was a lustful gleam in Leteetza's eyes. It had been a very long time since they'd been able to make love...
       All thought left him as Zha'haabron backed onto his lap, sliding onto him slowly, relishing every second, and the Saiyan hugged the king against him, one arm around his chest, the other kneading at his groin, strong fingers teasing as Zha'haabron settled back with a heartfelt sigh. And as Radittsu started shifting, the R'ren'nkh'ian caught his tail between cool blue palms, gently stroking and ruffling and licking at the rich deep fur, moaning as his bondmate bit into his claim-mark...
       Their climax left them both shaking, Zha'haabron slumped back against Radittsu's chest, panting, as the Saiyan licked gently at the dark blue blood trickling slowly across his shoulder, both hands still cupped around a shaft already rigid again. Oh, that had been sooo good...
       **I love you**
       Radittsu tweaked him, raising a gasping shudder.
       *Enough to take me?*
       **Oh yes...**
       Radittsu kissed his neck, pulled out gently and moved to kneel on the seat-shelf, wrapping his tail around the king's waist as Zha'haabron nestled against his back, amused to see that Hijau - who had watched them carefully the whole time - was now very gently, very cautiously, stroking Zha'haarak's throat from behind, hands sleeking slowly down the smooth green body, heading for the groin as the gentle zn'hre whimpered and leaned back against him, lifting his hips fluidly to allow the Saiyan to enter him...
       And, the captain thought, distantly, as the king's cold, hard shaft entered him, Mahrayne's expression was absolutely priceless...

Mahrayne had been shocked rigid when she realised Radittsu and the High King were in the bathroom, and had been standing there for gods knew how long. Then her devil curiosity pointed out that they were both naked. Zha'haabron was taller and broader, more muscled than Zha'haarak, and Radittsu was just... Mahrayne gulped when her gaze was drawn, as was inevitable, to his groin. Who was he planning to kill with that?
       Up until the time the High King literally sat down in Radittsu's lap, the dual-sex aspect of the zn'hre had been little more than an intellectual curiosity for her. But watching Zha'haabron taking that monster shaft, inch by inch, into his body with every sign of intense enjoyment brought the fact of zn'hre physiology forcibly home. Mahrayne was so engrossed in watching the pair, she was only dimly aware of Leteetza snuggling up behind her, and didn't even notice when Hijau entered the bath. The two powerful males were sort of sweet together, she thought and again experienced that wistful yearning after something...
       Radittsu turned and knelt on the seat-shelf.
       Mahrayne boggled when she realised what the High King was doing. Anal penetration was something she really enjoyed, but the most she'd taken was one finger, maybe two when she was feeling particularly adventurous. Zha'haabron was considerably bigger than two fingers, and Radittsu was loving it...

As Zha'haarak lay back against Hijau, trembling, wrapped in strong warm arms, Zha'haabron thrust one last time and came: Radittsu gasped and arched his back, loving the way the king's hands quivered on his hips, loving that pulsing tingling coldness inside him.
       ...really must try and talk him into doing this more often...
       Zha'haabron slumped against his bondmate, lips soft against a broad warm shoulder, arms around the strong warm chest. Radittsu's tail traced languid patterns down his back.
       **All is well, zk'vissin?** The low *voice* caressed his mind, raising a shiver. Radittsu nodded, waiting until Zha'haabron had pulled out then dragging his bondmate into his arms and hugging tightly.
       *I love you.*
       Zha'haabron sighed contentedly and nuzzled his neck, peering over his shoulder as Leteetza came closer.
       "I was wondering..." she smiled "... should we move through to the sleeping platform?"
       Radittsu glanced around. "Any objections?"
       There were none...

On the platform, Hijau had cuddled up to the gentle zn'hre, something strange and soft in his expression as he stroked the smooth cool skin, the soft hair. Leteetza had literally leapt onto Radittsu as soon as he was on the bed, shoving him onto his back as both hands went to his groin, nails scratching lightly, fingers teasing, fondling his balls, fingertips tracing up his shaft and squeezing suddenly. He grinned, wrapped large hands around her waist, lifted her - and shoved her down onto his erection in one smooth motion. She gasped aloud and flung her head back, nipples hardening into firm buds: he reached up and rolled them between large fingers, pinching gently. Leteetza squealed and tugged at him, trying to pull him onto his side: he chuckled and kissed her before gently rolling so that she was beneath him, his mane tumbling to the bed on either side of their bodies. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust, slowly for a few minutes, then gradually picking up the pace as she tightened her legs, urging him on as he rammed faster and faster, tail quivering and buttocks tightening as he came, Leteetza following him a second later. He rolled onto his back, the little Saiyan atop his body, before he allowed himself to relax.
       Leteetza smirked down at him, her forearms propped on his chest.
       "I'm glad to see you haven't lost your touch!"
       He growled, mock-threateningly, then grinned.
       "You have. Obviously need some proper training!"
       "Oooh!" She slapped his shoulder. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her deeply, tail teasing between her legs, and she sighed into his warm mouth, glancing at the other occupants of the bed...

When Leteetza had suggested they leave the bathroom and go to the sleeping platform, Mahrayne had been surprised that Radittsu had included her in his glance around to see if there were any objections. Heart thumping more than was warranted by her recent climax, Mahrayne followed the others through to the bedroom. She would have liked the reassurance of Leteetza's attention, but the little female had her own plans, pouncing on Radittsu as soon as his feet left the floor. Mahrayne was a little confused; the big male and the High King she could comprehend, same with Leteetza and Ti'aasaan, even if they'd only had sex often enough to breed; but Radittsu and Leteetza? There was so much about these people she didn't understand.
Mahrayne watched the Saiyans coupling, feeling a moment of concern when Radittsu rolled over and Leteetza all but disappeared beneath him - 'Teetza was so little in comparison. That the female was enjoying herself was tinglingly obvious and Mahrayne felt a heavy pang of regret that she'd probably never experience that. She swallowed the lump in her throat and sneaked a glance at Zha'haarak and Hijau who were cuddling and exploring each other with gentle hands; she smiled softly at the looks on their faces, remembering, and missing, Chumie and Testa.

*Doesn't the Ssii'iin ever make love with anyone else?*
       Radittsu shook his head.
       *Me, Ti'aasaan and Zha'haarak.*
       *I wonder why? Do you think he'd mind if I...?*
       *No harm in trying!* Radittsu smirked at Hijau, who was eyeing him in a very meaningful manner. Leteetza caught his expression and laughed, sliding off the big Saiyan and crawling over to the R'ren'nkh'ian High King, who was watching the activity with a small, satisfied smile. She knelt before him, gesturing delicately towards his groin.
       "My Ssii'iin.... I was wondering... May I - taste you?"
       One cool blue hand cupped her chin, and she gazed almost shyly into the golden eyes: he regarded her narrowly for a moment, then nodded, smiling faintly. She lowered her head to his groin, taking the big, cold organ into her mouth, careful to keep her lips over her teeth and trying to ignore the quiet snarls and gasps - and the smell of fresh blood - coming from the two Saiyans close by...
       Fuck knows what Mahrayne's making of all this!
       He was bigger than Ti'aasaan, and tasted - sweeter, she thought, swirling her tongue around the rigid flesh, brushing firmly against his mound. He laid a hand lightly on her mane as he began to make the tiniest upward thrusts: she brought one hand to fondle that precious little nub, and he gasped quietly, stilling as he flooded her mouth with effervescent coldness, honey-sweet and fragrant.
       And then she nearly bit him as something very cold and very hard entered her from behind. Quickly recovering, she held still as he softened, then kissed him and glanced back over her shoulder, to find Zha'haarak, eyes closed and an expression of soft delight on his face, buried deeply within her.
       Smiling to herself, she shifted, surprising him, and swivelled until he was on his back below her, eyes wide and startled. She smirked and inclined her head, eyes twinkling.
       "My Ssii'irin, I'm honoured!"
       She lowered her head to his sensitive throat...

Mahrayne had watched Radittsu - take Hijau, there was no other word for it, with unease and ... fascination. Radittsu had pinned the smaller male beneath him, chest to chest, and without preparation had shoved sharply into him. Mahrayne flinched in unconscious sympathy. That had to be painful, especially given Radittsu's size, but... Hijau was arching up to meet each pounding thrust, wordlessly urging the big male to go harder and deeper, biting and being bitten in return, so different to his behaviour with Zha'haarak. A slim, shivery thread of desire wound through her and she licked her lips. She knew some females who found a particular satisfaction in pain, had dealt it to them on occasion, but what the Saiyans were doing was just savage. What must it feel like to be on the receiving end of such - wildness?
       There was a sound from the other side of the bed. Mahrayne tore her eyes away from the males to see what had made Leteetza squeak. The little female was on all fours, her mouth around Zha'haabron's penis, Zha'haarak was pressed up close behind her, most likely in her. Mahrayne watched with admiration as Leteetza released the High King then twisted somehow and ended up astride a startled Zha'haarak, all without letting him slip from her body. Mahrayne shifted closer for a better look.
       Leteetza's back was bowed forward as she leant down to suckle on Zha'haarak's supple neck. Mahrayne knelt between Zha'haarak's knees and starting at the base of Leteetza's neck, gently scraped her nails down either side of the Saiyan's spine. Leteetza arched back up with a hiss and a moan and Mahrayne wrapped her arms around the little female, feeling the Saiyan's sinuous undulations as she rode the zn'hre. She took one hand away from teasing Leteetza's nipples and used it to brush her heavy mane away from her neck and shoulders. Leteetza had very pretty shoulders, Mahrayne thought, slowly kissing and nipping her way along one until she got to the odd shaped scar at the junction of the female's neck and shoulder; she'd noticed it before and wondered what could leave that sort of mark. Mahrayne tongued the scar, then sucked at it, finally biting gently. Leteetza gasped and leant back into her, the rhythm of her hips altering and her tail winding tightly around the Hassinan's waist. Aha, a sensitive spot, Mahrayne smirked, filing it away for future reference.
       One arm wrapped snugly around Leteetza, half-supporting the Saiyan as she leant back, Mahrayne let her free hand go exploring. She skimmed her hand swiftly down Leteetza's back and between her buttocks, her palm hovering lightly over the base of Zha'haarak's penis, tantalised by the thought of that cool hardness sliding in and out of Leteetza's warm body. Mahrayne stretched her fingers out, gliding over a small, fleshy protrusion between the zn'hre's male and female parts. Zha'haarak shuddered, and Mahrayne peeped around Leteetza to watch him as she gently flicked a finger-tip over the small nub. Zha'haarak moaned quietly, gripping Leteetza's hips tightly as he climaxed.
       "Oops, sorry." Mahrayne giggled, quickly positioning nimble fingers at Leteetza's groin - she'd hate for the little female to feel left out...
       Leteetza collapsed forward onto Zha'haarak's chest, breathing heavily, sweat sheening her back. She looked back over her shoulder at Mahrayne, dark-green eyes narrowed in wicked speculation.
       Uh oh...

Leteetza swivelled, grabbing Mahrayne's hair and dragging her closer, eager lips settling on the Hassinan's mouth, murmuring,
       "Your turn..."
       Sliding free of Zha'haarak - who moved to lie behind Mahrayne, cool hands stroking the tail beads - Leteetza licked and nipped her way down the golden body, sucking hard at peaked nipples as her fingers flicked lightly over the beads, then settling herself between the Hassinan's thighs, tongue probing sensitised moist flesh. Mahrayne tilted her hips forwards, wondering if she could somehow let the Saiyan know what she wanted without actually saying it...
       Then she felt Zha'haarak's cold fingertips touching her, circling her anus. She pressed back against his hand, hoping he'd get the message, relieved and delighted when one long, slender, and very cold finger slipped slowly into her - and nearly crying out when another slid easily into her vagina. She writhed as both began to stroke and probe, a long, cool tongue tracing her tail beads, Leteetza's tongue teasing soft folds, lips folding around her swollen nub - and sucking hard.
       Mahrayne went rigid, whimpering as one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced ripped through her body, leaving her completely limp. And completely satisfied. Leteetza snuggled close, smirking at Zha'haarak. The gentle zn'hre's eyes twinkled as he moved back, nestling against Zha'haabron.

Hijau stretched out beside his captain, limp and bleeding, eyes-half closed in contented satiety. Radittsu smirked at him.
       *Better?*
       Hijau sighed.
       *Much better, sir. I've... missed you.*
       The big Saiyan chuckled, then leaned down to kiss him as Hijau wrapped strong arms around his neck.
       *And how did you enjoy your first zn'hre?*
       Hijau glanced over to where Zha'haarak lay, resting in Zha'haabron's lap but his attention riveted to the Saiyans - to himself, specifically. There was curiosity in that golden gaze - curiosity and something else, softly promising. He shivered.
       *Very much, Rad-san.*
       *Then go to him. You're sleeping here tonight.*
       Hijau hesitated for a moment - but Zha'haabron clearly wanted to rejoin his bondmate: the younger officer hugged Radittsu quickly, nipping at his neck, then moved to join Zha'haarak, pulling him gently into a close embrace.
       The king slid into Radittsu's arms, his cool body wholly relaxed, eyelids lowered as he sighed contentedly, licking absently at the still-bleeding bites on his love's shoulders and chest. The Saiyan kissed his forehead, wrapping his tail around the R'ren'nkh'ian's waist.
       *Are you tired? Or would you like another...?*
       Zha'haabron laughed silently.
       **You think you have enough energy left?**
       *Beloved, for you, I'll pull ki from the air!*
       The king licked his ear.
       **I appreciate the offer, but I believe we should all get some rest. Mahrayne and I have to be present at the official acceptance of Hassina into the Empire, tomorrow morning...**
       Mahrayne! He'd completely forgotten about the Hassinan. He looked over his shoulder, to see her flat on her back with Leteetza draped over her, fingers stroking at those intriguing beads while the little warrior's tail teased slowly between the golden thighs, both females tired but happily satisfied. Mahrayne caught his look, and blushed, smiling shyly. He beckoned to her to come closer: not daring to disobey, she rolled Leteetza from her, brushed a kiss against the little warrior's mouth and slid over to him, gasping when he reached one hand to pull her against his back.
       "Will you feel comfortable, sleeping there?"
       "H... hai, Raditts'-sama..."
       He smirked - he could hardly hear her nervous reply.
       "You can always move away if not."
       She shook her head hastily and nestled closer, pulling handfuls of his mane over her body with a sigh of delight, eyes closing blissfully. Radittsu grinned at Leteetza, who crawled over to press herself against the Hassinan's back, one hand cupping a breast and tail draping across the bodies before her, coming to rest against Zha'haabron's rear: the king was already breathing slowly, finally deeply asleep in his beloved's arms. And Radittsu knew he'd be asleep soon, too, at peace for the first time in what felt like years...
       As his eyes drifted shut he was dimly aware of Zha'haarak, with Hijau behind him, cuddling against his Ssii'iin's back as the younger Saiyan reached over both zn'hre, his hand coming to rest on Zha'haabron's chest.
       With their zn'hre cradled warmly between them, the weary group relaxed into a contented sleep.