Shizun
For three days nothing was seen of the zn'hre prince and the tenshi, and very little was heard. The scents drifting from the room were interesting though - and very arousing. Zh'leet took it upon herself to deliver food at regular intervals, exiting the room with bright eyes and a beaming smile…
Lutra lay panting, draped bonelessly across her dozing Zasshu (she'd learned, sometime in the last three days, that A'lestrel - all the hybrids, in fact - only called themselves Saiyan, or R'ren'nkh'ian, or Hassinan, on official occasions and when representing either the Alliance or one of their homeworlds: they'd been officially recognised as a discrete, if somewhat variable, species some five years ago). A'lestrel was tireless, wanting her constantly, stopping only to sleep, eat and bathe - and even then his hands and tail stroked and caressed any part of her within reach. While she was loving every second of it, and satisfied and content as she'd never believed possible, it was all a little overwhelming…
There was something else, too - an underlying desperation in her hab'lan that was beginning to worry her.
She nuzzled his ear, not the least surprised when he dragged her on top of his warm body and thrust into her again…
Wait a minute - warm? That wasn't right. Even when most aroused A'lestrel's body remained cool to the touch. She paused, resting her hands on his chest and pushing herself up to frown down into golden eyes darkened with desire.
"'lestrel? Something's wrong, isn't it?"
He froze, biting his lip, then very reluctantly nodded.
"I'll have to leave you soon. Oh, only for a few days," he added hurriedly at the stricken look on her face. "I… I need… I have to visit the harem."
The harem. Right, now she really needed to know what that was all about. But he was rocking his hips, driving up into her cunt in a most distracting fashion, fingers rolling and gently pinching her nipples as his tail teased her nub. She gasped, riding his thrusts, breathing in his musky - musky? - scent deeply, collapsing forwards onto him as she came. He followed seconds later, whimpering, every muscle tense, quivering - then wrapped his arms around her, panting quietly.
She kissed his throat, then cuddled into him, stroking his mane.
"'lestrel - what's the harem?"
He stilled, tensing, then sighed. She'd have to know.
"It's… a building set aside for the Zasshu. For our use during… during shizun."
She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
"So what's shizun?"
"It's… like coming into heat…" he glanced down at her. "Do you know what that is?"
Lutra nodded, hair soft against his chest.
"We have something similar. A time when we can breed. Happens three times a year - if we haven't already conceived."
She felt him relax under her, his body loosening, and frowned. Had he been that worried about telling her?
"Ours isn't as often as that. But it's…" he sighed irritably. "It's irresistible. It takes over. We can't think of anything but sex."
She giggled.
"Sounds nice…"
He stroked her hair, expression serious.
"This is only one side of it, though. I also need… need to…"
She lifted her head: was he embarrassed? Then she realised what he was trying to say.
Of course. He was hermaphrodite, he'd need to… be on the receiving end, so to speak, in order to fulfil his body's needs.
"Ah… so you go to this harem to be fucked?"
A strained silence, then
"… yes…"
She nipped gently at his throat.
"Fine."
There was a long pause, then he shifted, rolling them onto their side so he could see her face.
"You don't mind?"
She shrugged.
"Now, how could I possibly mind? You can't help your biology. Though I could wish," she growled, "that I had a penis so I could service you…"
He blinked, then grabbed her into a hug.
"You are quite astonishing, my torii."
She brushed his lips with her own.
"Heh, wait 'til my breeding cycle starts…!" Cuddling into him, she nibbled his earlobe. "So this is your fertile time?"
"In a few days. The aliens maazi and papa chose for the harem can't interbreed with Zasshu. We can impregnate each other, though, in shizun - as can Saiya-jin and zn'hre - so unless we want to host, we've no real choice but to resort to the harem."
She pondered this, aware of the hardness of 'lestrel's erection against her belly, and growing quite hot at the thought of his being… penetrated… by a male… would they take him from behind? she wondered. Would one of them suck him while he was being fucked? And was he as insatiable with a male as he was with her? Did they queue up for their turn with him?
She bit her lip, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, then moved to straddle his hips, rubbing against his inkei, teasing herself, teasing him, feeling him grow harder. He groaned and cupped her breasts in his hands, tail wrapping her waist, lifting her slightly so he could slide into her.
"… zk'vissin…"
She smiled down at him tenderly - then, circling her hips, leaned down and whispered,
"Can I watch?"
He froze, eyes flashing wide open to stare at her for a few seconds, then shivered, eyes closing again as he thrust up into her welcoming body, his whispered "… maybe… I would rather you…" almost inaudible under the sounds of flesh against flesh…
They slept deeply that night, and the next morning Lutra had trouble waking him. Anxious, she peeped around the door: spotting Ti'aasaan she beckoned to him, gesturing to the sleeping hybrid.
"Is… is he all right?"
The little zn'hre swallowed hard, touching the hybrid's forehead gingerly. Lutra frowned - then realised that Ti'aasaan was thoroughly aroused…
Interesting. Was that musky scent some kind of signal that the hybrid was… receptive? It was different to his usual spicy fragrance…
A'lestrel dragged himself awake while Ti'aasaan was checking him, and languidly reached to pull the zn'hre into his arms. With admirable discipline Ti'aasaan pulled back and sat at the end of the rumpled bed, gazing with wide, lustful eyes at the Zasshu.
"We need to get you to the harem. Quickly."
Lutra watched, flustered, as 'lestrel pouted, stretching his arms catlike to rest behind his head, spreading his thighs, his tail pushing down the fur until his groin was exposed, dark, engorged labia prominent below his erection, nub swollen to twice normal size and a deep dark blue. Ti'aasaan couldn't pull his eyes away.
"Pleeeeease..." purred the hybrid.
The little zn'hre managed to close his eyes and *call* for help: Zh'leet hastened into the room, shooing Ti'aasaan out quickly. She smiled ruefully at the tenshi.
"Bad timing, zv'ich. Help me get him dressed?"
But A'lestrel didn't want to get dressed, and complained and resisted the whole time. Only Lutra's firm, rhythmic stroking of his inkei and the grooves between his labia kept him sufficiently distracted for them to drag on a bodysuit - Zh'leet said that would do, it would be torn off in a little while anyway…
Radittsu had arrived back while they were struggling with the young prince, and pulled his sireling into strong warm arms, grimacing as 'lestrel's tail twined firmly over his groin, long slender hands stroking his neck and tweaking prominent nipples through the fabric of his bodysuit. To her amazement, Lutra saw that the big Saiyan was also thoroughly aroused. He smirked at her.
"Oh yes. We're not spared either…" He growled at the lasciviously writhing form in his arms. "Stop it, brat! You've left it damn near too late again…"
He strode to the balcony, taking off and flying fast to a small building set in its own beautiful, sheltered garden at the edge of the palace grounds - leaving Lutra behind, much to her annoyance. She pouted at Zh'leet.
"But I wanted to go with him!"
The aging brood eyed her sympathetically.
"Best if you don't, zv'ich. It can get very - intense."
Lutra gazed at her, wide-eyed.
"How so?"
Zh'leet sighed.
"Well, they all come back a little battered. But A'lestrel… He's a terror. Doesn't know when to stop. Usually sleeps for two straight days, afterwards. A couple of times he's had to stay at the infirmary. Oh, nothing serious," she assured the worried tenshi, "he just… well, it takes a lot to hurt a hybrid, those barbs, even blunted, are very protective. But A'lestrel managed it. Non-stop for three days, two at a time, according to 'reysu." She shook her head, despairingly. "Thank all the gods the Ssii'iin thought to institute the harem in the first place."
Lutra was flabbergasted - and a little worried. Was he going to be out of action when he returned? And she didn't want him to be hurt, the thought made her feel dizzy...
She bit her lip.
"Can I help?"
Zh'leet chuckled.
"Not unless you can change gender! No, just be ready when he comes home. He'll be a little fragile for a while - and embarrassed. All of them hate the loss of control shizun brings."
Lutra sat on the balcony, gazing in the direction of the harem building, feeling… twitchy. He'd only been gone a few hours and she was missing him already.
… No one had actually said she couldn't go there, had they?
She glanced over her shoulder: there was no-one in sight.
No-one in evidence in the palace grounds, or in the air near the building, either…
Grinning to herself, she dropped silently from the balcony, gliding the short distance to the harem grounds.
"Please state your business."
The voice was flat and cold and issued from a very, very large four-armed alien with deep orange skin and ferocious red eyes. Lutra, who'd been looking for anything resembling a window, jumped at the sound and swivelled, clasping her hands before her and ducking her head.
"I… I'm sorry… I…" She took a deep breath and gazed up into the being's face. "I'm his highness' new mate…" well, she thought, I don't know quite what status I hold but that's probably close enough… "I wish to see him, please."
The big being blinked, then laughed.
"You wish… you… Oh, that's a good one!" He sobered, scowling. "The harem is off limits to anyone but the Zasshu. Or their family."
"But I am family." She smiled sweetly. "Check at the palace, they'll confirm it."
She held her breath, not at all sure that the palace would. He stared down at her, obviously trying to decide what to do - but before he could move, a low voice said,
"Lutra-chan? What are you doing here?"
The orange alien turned and saluted smartly.
"Ssii'irin Ka'reysu! Greetings, your highness. We've been expecting you."
"Good…" A'lestrel's twin smiled down at the tenshi. "Need to be close to him, do you? I was the same with Le'leen, when we first bonded, and he with me. It gets a little easier, in time. You'd better come in with me."
Unable to believe her luck, Lutra took the big hand the Zasshu extended and allowed him to lead her into the building.
The foyer was restful, the light muted, the air delicately scented. R'ren'nkh'ian music played very softly from hidden speakers, and there were several tables scattered around, their tops sporting pitchers of wine, ale, fruit juices or bottles of various imported spirits, beakers, and bowls of snacks: it was obviously a place to sit and wait in beautiful surroundings. She said as much to her Zasshu's twin. 'reysu grinned.
"Heh, yes. Both for those of us using the facilities and for family collecting us afterwards."
He led her over to one of the tables and poured her a small beaker of a slightly sparkling wine. Filling a large beaker with a deep golden liquid, foamy and earthy-smelling, he toasted her quietly.
"Welcome to the family, Lutra-chan. I hope you will be happy here."
She felt her eyes tearing: Ka'reysu was just so sweet… She sniffed and smiled.
"I already am, your highness."
He shook his head.
"We don't use titles in the family, only on official occasions in public. Call me 'reysu - everyone else does."
She touched his hand gently.
"'reysu. Thank you."
She sipped her wine in silence for a moment, then gazed up into big, rich blue eyes flecked with gold.
"Um… You're here, does that mean…?"
He nodded.
"'lestrel and I normally hit shizun around the same time - not so surprising, since we're twins. He's a little earlier than me, and it's a little harder for him this time. But that's only to be expected, he has you now."
She blinked, suddenly worried.
"I… I don't understand…"
'reysu smiled.
"It was the same when Le'leen and I bonded. His first shizun afterwards was very hard. So was mine, nearly a year later." He shrugged. "It happens. As I said, it gets easier with time."
Lutra frowned.
"Bonded?"
He inclined his head.
"Ah. You're not aware of bonding."
She licked her lips.
"I know about tenshi-jin bonds. But I think you mean something different."
He regarded her pensively, swirling his ale slowly around the beaker.
"You know we're telepathic?"
She hadn't, but she wasn't surprised.
"Well, the original bond was a simple telepathic one, an instinctive intimate bond between two Saiyans who were… meant to be together. There was no obvious reasoning behind it, and sometimes the most apparently incompatible people somehow bonded. Then over time it became a bit more complicated. And it started happening between species. Maazi and papa were, we know, the first Saiya-jin/zn'hre bondmates, and their bond was very different to a normal Saiyan one: the zn'hre's 'pathic abilities are more… wide ranging, more subtle…" He shook his head. "It's difficult to explain. But anyway, the first hybrids inherited their 'pathic abilities from both species - and they were able to extend them to encompass new powers, new forms, too. It's been quite exciting these last few years." He gazed into the distance, smiling gently, then dragged his attention back to the tenshi. "I think 'lestrel has bonded with you - but it's not any type of bond we've experienced before. Once shizun is over, maazi will want to explore what has happened between you two. It won't hurt!" He grinned at her alarmed expression. "But he will want to know that 'lestrel won't be hurt or troubled by it."
"I'd never hurt him!"
"Not knowingly or willingly, I know. But unconsciously? We don't know. But don't worry, maazi will be able to sort it all out."
She nodded, a little hesitantly. 'reysu leaned back in his seat, his tail twitching: she suddenly became aware of the very large erection under his bodysuit.
"I'm sorry, 'reysu, I'm… interrupting…"
He twinkled at her.
"No problem. I like to build up the suspense a little, make myself wait…"
She bit her lip.
"Will I be able to see 'lestrel?"
He gazed at her appraisingly, then beckoned to the sturdy grey being hovering at the entrance to the inner building.
"This is Lutra, my twin's new… bondmate. She wishes to stay close to him during shizun."
The being bowed and smiled.
"We have rooms available, Ssii'irin. I'm sure if his highness knows his mate is here he'll be happy to spend rest time with… her."
"Then please see to it."
Lutra inclined her head in thanks, then stared as a huge green hito appeared from the inner rooms and bowed to Ka'reysu before pulling him into a strong embrace. As it - he? - leaned back to regard the Zasshu, a tender smile on rich full lips, she realised, distantly, that it was very beautiful - and very alien. Was something like that fucking 'lestrel, right at this very minute? The thought made her hot all over again…. The grey being - his native name was unpronounceable, but he answered to Bobb - escorted her to a luxurious room, decked out in the deepest, richest purples, blues and greens.
"If you would care to wait here, my lady? There is an entertainment and information console there" he gestured to the device tucked neatly into a corner, "and nourishment in here."
'Here' was a large cupboard and coldstore combined, stacked with food and beverages of all kinds. "I will alert the Ssii'irin to your presence at the earliest opportunity - but that might be some time, he is… engaged at the moment…"
This place did strange things to your body, Lutra decided. She'd waited, patiently, for an hour, sitting at the information console, trying to learn more about Vejiitasei - but she couldn't keep her mind on the subject…
She could hear things, very faintly, almost subliminally. Gasps, moans, whimpers, the slap of flesh on flesh. And she could smell things too. Spice, musk and sex…
She'd tried pleasuring herself, long nimble fingers teasing and kneading, but it wasn't the same knowing her hab'lan was just a short distance away, being… having… oh, she didn't know what was happening to him and her imagination ran riot.
It was no good. She just had to see.
Sneaking out of the room, keeping a wary eye out for anyone (although the place seemed to be pretty much deserted), she followed her ears - keen hunter's ears - to a room in the centre of the building. There was no proper door, just a heavy curtain, and a sort of narrow aisle that, as far as she could tell, went all the way around the space, on the outer side a wall made of soft, warm aromatic wood, on the inner a series of heavy curtains. Or maybe tapestries. Whatever, the sounds, and the scents, were coming from here…
She eased herself into the space between wall and curtain, inching sideways, making herself as small as she could (not the easiest of ventures with large powerful wings…) Once she was out of sight of the entranceway, she carefully eased her fingers between two overlapping curtains and peeped cautiously through into the inner chamber.
Oh my.
Yes, 'lestrel was there. In the lap of a large furry alien - a very beautiful large furry alien with vast blue sparkling eyes and huge claws that were oh so delicately scratching down A'lestrel's smooth chest - and deeply impaled on a massive shaft, while a smaller being with (she just managed to make out) a rough-surfaced forked tongue, licked and sucked his inkei and nub… A'lestrel was all but swooning, lips parted, panting heavily, inkei throbbing… He cried out as the alien inside him rammed hard and (she assumed) came, while the one at his groin sucked, hard, long throat rippling and pulsating around his inkei then swallowing with a weirdly erotic slurping noise…
The furry alien pulled out - her eyes widened hugely at the sight of his penis, the end tipped with a cluster of writhing tentacles - and sat back, cradling the hybrid tenderly while the other carefully licked him clean - and almost incidentally arousing him again…
She frowned. 'lestrel seemed somehow softer, malleable and submissive, allowing the aliens to handle him as they wished, do with him as they wished. Lutra's hand slid between her thighs, rubbing hard at herself. It was intensely arousing, watching her powerful, forceful 'lestrel completely at the mercy of these big, strong, beautiful creatures…
She watched for hours, forgetting time, forgetting everything but the sight of her Zasshu being fucked, pleasured, sucked, loved, call it what you will, by a never-ending stream of different hito. Finally the furry alien she'd first seen, and another who could have been brother to the green being that had ushered Ka'reysu away, took him together, the hybrid crying out as the two big shafts eased their way into his body.
Lutra shuddered, closing her eyes. That had to hurt. No matter how adaptable the hybrid's body, those two together must have stretched him painfully. And the green alien's penis was barbed…
She forced herself to watch as they moved in counterpoint, wrenching pained whimpers from the writhing hybrid, building speed and force until they finally came, together, A'lestrel screaming between them, head flung back as he climaxed then collapsed bonelessly, losing consciousness...
Lutra swallowed, trying to ease her tight dry throat. That was… shit… how could she compete with that?
The two aliens eased very carefully out of A'lestrel's body, the furry one scooping him up into strong arms and carrying him to something just out of Lutra's view - but which had to be some sort of pool, given the gentle splashing sounds. She heard 'lestrel sigh, but whether he was awake or not she couldn't tell.
It suddenly occurred to her she'd been standing in an enclosed space for far too long. Her wings ached, her back ached, and she probably shouldn't be here in the first place. She eased her way out and hastened back to her room, gratefully stretching and shaking her wings.
Just in time, too - minutes later another of the four-armed aliens tapped lightly then slid back the flimsy door, bowing his head to enter. A'lestrel was in his arms, washed and tended and either unconscious or asleep. The big alien bowed his head to Lutra, laid the limp hybrid very gently on the bed, then bowed again and left.
Lutra dived to her hab'lan. A'lestrel was pale… her gaze moved to his groin and she winced: his labia looked as though they'd been chewed…
She gently eased them apart, pausing when he whimpered then continuing until she had a clear view of the chitsu they protected. Which looked sore and swollen, the entrance beaded with dried blood. She hissed and gently eased her fingers away, moving up to sit at his side.
This was awful. He looked… battered. Bruised. If this was shizun, thank the divine it didn't happen very often!
She caught her breath as he stirred, wincing, one hand moving to rest gently over his groin. Then his eyes flickered open, moving immediately to her face. He managed a weak smile.
"Zk'vissin…"
The next thing she knew she was on her back with him buried deeply inside her. She gripped his shoulders and tried to push him up a little.
"'lestrel! Please, hab'lan! You're hurt and tired, you should rest…"
He suckled her neck at its juncture with her shoulder, growling, and began to thrust, hard, coming quickly and rolling onto his side, gasping, his expression pained. She sighed and rose to one elbow, scowling down at him.
"If I'm making things worse I'll just leave."
His head rolled to face her, eyelids drooping.
"No… rather… you stayed…"
Biting her lip, sudden tenderness rushing through her, she leaned to brush his lips gently.
"Sleep. Please. For me…"
And his eyes opened widely for just a moment - then he smiled, pulled her down to cuddle close, and dropped immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep.
She woke abruptly several hours later to find 'lestrel buried in her, fucking hard and fast, urgency clear in every line of his body. He came quickly, pulling out and collapsing onto his back, thighs spread and body squirming, both hands clutched to his groin. Lutra slid down to lie between his legs, easing one hand into his chitsu and lowering her head to suck and lick at his enlarged nub. To her surprise the barbs were already blunted, and she scratched gently, prepared for the hands that tangled in her hair as 'lestrel whimpered, hips bucking up towards her mouth. She reached for his tail with her other hand…
She knew by now how sensitive it was, how arousing when stroked and fondled, but this was a little different - he bit back a shriek and came, hard, internal spasms bruising her hand as he curled in on himself, tail whipping from her fingers to coil between his legs. Wincing, she eased out and cuddled up behind him.
He was shaking, dragging deep shuddering breaths into his lungs. She kissed the nape of his neck, worried.
"'lestrel?"
He gazed back over his shoulder, eyes half-closed, lips parted, whimpering very quietly. She stroked his cheek hesitantly.
"I'm sorry… did I hurt you?"
"N… no…"
There was a quiet tap on the door, and the four-armed alien - or perhaps a different one, she couldn't tell them apart - entered, bowing his head respectfully.
"All is ready, Ssii'irin."
A'lestrel dragged himself from the bed, turned back to brush a kiss over the tenshi's cheek, then followed the being - eagerly, she thought - back into the main room of the harem…
It lasted five days, and that first day and night set the pattern. Lutra returned to her hiding place to watch for several hours every day, finding another spyhole a little further around from which she could see the pool - a big circular tub, the water deep green and bubbling up from a sort of waterfall in the centre. (On the third day 'lestrel had spent most of his time there, being fucked in the water - something he obviously greatly enjoyed. They'd have to try it themselves, later…)
They lived in a sort of hazy, sex-drugged erotic dream, Lutra grabbing sleep where she could, A'lestrel sleeping for a couple of hours at a time before his body's needs woke him again, driving him into the arms, and onto the shaft, of yet another alien. By the fifth day he could barely stand, and one of the four-armed beings (who, she'd finally worked out, were the guards of the place) had to almost carry him through to the main chamber.
But it was all much gentler, now, less frantic. She'd even woken to find him beside her rather than in her, and his exhausted smile was more like the 'lestrel she'd first met. She kissed him tenderly.
"Nearly over, hab'lan?"
He nodded, easing her leg over his hip and sliding into her gently, making love this time rather than the frantic fucking that had been standard so far. And later, as she watched from behind the curtains, he lay on soft cushions, his wrists held above his head by the big green alien, whose barbed shaft pounded into him while he sucked and licked at another's groin, a little bronze coloured creature with a large, prehensile penis that - she bit her lip - looked too big to fit in the hybrid's mouth…
The green being rammed home one last time and climaxed, hand moving down to grip the hybrid's hips hard: the bronze alien caught hold of the back of 'lestrel's head, forcing himself into the hybrid's throat and shuddering as he came… Both eased out carefully, the bronze disappearing through a door in the outer wall while the green moved to take A'lestrel's painfully engorged inkei into his mouth, licking and suckling until the exhausted hybrid whimpered and came, hips bucking upwards, then collapsed back onto the cushions, completely spent.
The green hito sat beside the prince, gently stroking him, for several minutes. Then to Lutra's surprise a new and not in the least attractive mauve-skinned alien entered, some sort of device held in a long hand with long, flexible digits. He knelt beside the hybrid, running the device - some sort of medical monitor, she assumed - over his body, nodding with what appeared to be satisfaction. He moved to A'lestrel's groin, easing the labia apart and checking for damage, digits easing very gently inside as the hybrid winced. The being held still for a moment, then pulled his hand out and returned to A'lestrel's side.
"Perhaps a little too rough, this time, your highness…"
'lestrel's head turned wearily to face him.
"Vinas, you try it. Then tell me what's too rough." He sighed, grimacing as he moved his hips. "How bad is it?"
The mauve alien - Vinas - inclined his high-domed head.
"Two or three days to heal. I would strongly recommend you avoid being penetrated during that time."
'lestrel groaned.
"But..."
Vinas sighed.
"It is, of course, up to you, your highness."
"I know. Thank you, Vinas." He raised himself to his elbows, gazing directly at the tenshi's hiding place.
"You can come out now, Lutra."
Her breath caught, and she could feel her face flaming. He knew? Had he known the whole time?
She eased her way between the curtains, head bowed, hands clasped tightly together in her embarrassment, trying not to trip over cushions. Reaching his side, she dropped to her knees.
"You… you knew…"
He eyed her solemnly.
"Your scent is very distinctive - even without shizun's heightened senses."
"Oh." She bit her lip, keeping her eyes averted from his bruised body as Vinas pulled… something out of one of the pouches at his belt and eased it into the hybrid's wincing body, then handed him a small flask filled with something that smelt fruity and rather nice, and which he swallowed gratefully. He hissed as Vinas withdrew the - whatever it was - from his chitsu, then slumped back onto the cushions, gazing up at the tenshi.
"Time to go home I think."
Vinas nodded.
"Raditts'-sama is waiting for you outside. I suggest" - there was a heavy emphasis on the word - "that you rest and recover for at least two days. When you feel able, I want to see you for a checkup."
A'lestrel nodded resignedly: papa and maazi would insist anyway. He tried to stand, hissing and falling back onto the cushions with a grimace. Vinas glanced towards the entrance, beckoning to the four-armed guard hovering there.
"Some assistance for his highness, please…"
Lutra helped him struggle into a warm bodysuit, relieved that his body seemed to be back to its usual cool temperature. She hugged him gently, carefully, knowing he'd be aching all over.
"Is that is, now? You're back to normal?"
He sighed.
"Not quite. That's the fertile period over - Vinas has confirmed it - but there are still residual… urges…" He blushed. "I'll still want… need… to be… But now there's no danger of conception, 'reysu and I can… ease each other. Once he returns from the harem - couple of days, I think."
Lutra blinked, startled. His twin? But…
She shook her head minutely. Different customs… She knew how loving and supportive the family was…
"And… me…?" will you need me too?
He pulled her into arms that trembled weakly with exhaustion.
"And you, zk'vissin…"
Radittsu flew back to the palace, his sireling in his arms and Lutra flying wearily beside him. The family's greetings were muted but affectionate: Zh'leet hustled the big Saiyan into Lutra's room, hissing over the state of the prince as his sire eased off the bodysuit. Lutra couldn't understand what was said, but the brood's expression spoke volumes. She turned to the tenshi.
"He's going to need a lot of looking after, I'm afraid. Will you be able…?"
Would she be able? Just let anyone else try!
Zh'leet had produced a couple of vials of light creamy lotion, smelling pleasantly of herbs, and instructed Lutra to smooth them gently over the hybrid's body. They were warming, healing salves, she explained, and would ease the bruises and aches that made it difficult for him to find a comfortable position for sleep. Lutra had spent a happy hour gently rubbing the lotion into smooth cool skin, not surprised when 'lestrel rolled over, and reached awkwardly for her, erection twitching: she grinned at his pained grimace - moving hurt - and pushed his arms back down, settling between his thighs and taking his inkei into her mouth, chuckling at his startled hiss…
His stamina was just phenomenal, she thought to herself, long minutes later, swallowing a mouthful of sweet, effervescent semen - but he was, finally, ready to rest. She slid up to lie beside him, pulling his head onto her shoulder and wrapping a wing around his limp body, stroking his mane as he fell asleep.
She was going to enjoy the next few days…
© 2003 March 15th Joules Taylor
