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Misfits

   Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Adults Only. 
rache696@yahoo.com

   Note: This story consists of 15 chapters.  Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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   The Misfits

   Chapter Eight

   "Have we been neglecting you, Orion?" Talis asked me and she often spoke
of herself in plural, but not always and it could be confusing at times.

   "No Mistress," I replied quickly, earning me a smile from Ellicent. 
She'd been teaching me etiquette in her spare time.

   We were having breakfast in her private chambers, the Duchess,
Christian, and me.  Ellicent and Jericho sat nearby, working together as
they often did to arrange meetings and audiences, inspections, and all the
things that kept Talis busy.  As I understood it, the government pretty
much ran itself and she had a lot of help from her cabinet ministers.  A
system of nobility governed the Empire and she commanded the loyalty of
counts and barons who were responsible for smaller and smaller pieces of
the whole.

   Talis worried about the big things and the only person she answered to
was the Emperor, her uncle who lived among the ancient stars near the
galactic core.  She was sixth in the line for the Onyx Throne with three
cousins and two brothers ahead of her.  Being a race that could move from
one host into another as their bodies grew old, however, it would be a very
long time before Talis could even imagine assuming the throne by right of
succession.

   "We thought it best if you had time to explore on your own," she
continued as Eva poured a cup of coffee.

   "How's your friend doing?" Christian asked me, leaning back in his blue
robes so that the blue girl could fill his cup.

   "Marcia?  She's fine," I answered.  "She likes it here."

   "I understand you've made a servant of her," Talis said.  "Has she been
scanned?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Ellicent answered before I could.  "I observed her scan
myself."

   "Good.  And how do you like being among us?" Talis asked me.

   "It's great," I said with a nod.  "Um, I like it a lot."

   "Hmmm..." She smiled at that and I nibbled some toast.

   I wasn't terribly hungry.  Even though she looked like a teenage girl,
the Duchess always made me nervous, even more than Ellicent did.  Christian
seemed totally comfortable, but he'd known her as Kelly before the aliens
had arrived and Talis had joined with her.  He made me a little nervous too
just because he looked so handsome sitting there.  I really wanted him to
like me and I wished he wasn't married, or a least not quite so faithful to
his wife.  Of course, the idea of having an affair with the husband of the
Duchess couldn't be a good one.  I tried not to think about it too much.

   "Lord Tristam has arrived," Jericho said.

   "Late as usual," Ellicent flashed her fangs in annoyance.  "Perhaps
you'll cure him of that."

   "Me?" I smiled at her as she stood up, turning to greet a tall, white
haired man.

   He wore a uniform, a stiff necked tunic and breeches in navy blue, with
gleaming black boots and a sword in a silver scabbard.  It didn't have a
lot of fancy gold or anything like military officers on earth liked to
wear. He didn't have any medals, just that sword and his stiff upright gait
as he marched across the room.  He looked very human, like someone's
grandfather maybe, and he ignored Ellicent for the moment.

   "Mistress," he said in a hoarse voice, bending one knee to the floor and
leaning upon the other as he lowered his head.

   "Count Tristam," Talis replied and as she stood up, so did Christian.  I
quickly came to my senses and stood up as well.

   He rose slowly and I could hear the old man's joints pop and creak, but
his stern face remained impassive.

   "I've missed you," Ellicent breathed, taking his right hand in both of
hers and kissing them.

   "As have we," Talis said with a smile and Ellicent actually blushed,
letting go of Tristam's hand reluctantly.

   They shared an unmistakable look and I couldn't believe she loved that
guy!  He must have been eighty years old and Ellicent wasn't much more than
twenty-three maybe, twenty-five at the most, although I'd already learned
that not everyone in the galaxy ages the way humans do.  But still...I'd
never seen Ellicent look at anyone with love in her crimson eyes, except
Talis, of course, and that was different.

   "You look well, cousin," Tristam said as he kissed Talis on both cheeks.

   "Allow me to present my consort, Christian..." She held out her arm and
smiled at her husband.  "Meet my cousin, Lord Admiral Tristam, Fifth Earl
of Pleiades and High Marshal of the Spinward March."

   "My Lord," Christian bowed his head.

   "Excellency," Tristam bowed as well and it was a brief, but necessary
formality.

   "Orion," Talis extended her hand and I hadn't expected to be introduced,
but maybe I should have.

   The old man narrowed his eyes and compressed his lips, scrutinizing me
as I stepped forward.  I figured I'd better do more than just bow and I
wished someone would have warned me.  I still didn't know what I was doing
there.  I mean, none of them had explained why Talis wanted me in her
court, as she called it.  I didn't even have a title or anything, so I went
to one knee and dropped my head.

   "I like him already," Tristam said with something like a short, deep
throated laugh.  "Stand up.  Look at me, boy."

   I did as he asked, swallowing thickly as I lifted my eyes to his face.
He stood a lot taller than me and Tristam's eyes were wintry grey beneath
his white eyebrows.  He had deep creases on his face and he didn't offer a
lot of warmth.  He looked pretty human, all in all, but I didn't find that
very comforting either.

   "What are your interests?"

   "Um..." I blinked at the unexpected question.  Nobody had ever asked me
that before.  "I'm not sure.  I just...I don't know yet."

   "No?" He widened his eyes slightly.  "Walk with me...By your leave,
Mistress."

   "Of course," Talis agreed.  "Go with him, Orion.  We'll see you again
this evening."

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   The private residence of the Duchess and her extended household, of
which I was now a part, wasn't a small place.  I liked to think of it as a
castle, except it looked more Grecian than medieval.  The maze of corridors
were all floored in pink marble veined with blue, the walls were alabaster
white, and the ceiling glowed with a cool, pale light.  Decorations ranged
from statues to great tapestries, bas-relief, and paintings both wonderful
and bizarre.  It was like living in a museum.

   There were a great many rooms serving a great many functions and I'd
only seen a few of them.  Aside from the countless apartments where people
lived, there were banquet halls and libraries, the gardens and an
observation terrace, kitchens and permanent baths, an armory, barracks,
studios, studies, and rooms whose functions I could only guess at.  It was
easy to get lost in there, and I had several times, but there were always
servants bustling back and forth and eager to help.  I think they found it
amusing and it only embarrassed me a little.

   We were joined by three people as we left the Duchess, one of them I
recognized as an army officer, Colonel Prouel, who often briefed Talis on
military matters.  She reminded me of Ellicent, being a Riavean and looking
like a vampire, although she wasn't nearly as beautiful.  She served as the
liaison between Talis and the General Staff; we'd never spoken or anything
and she barely looked at me.

   Another dressed like a fleet officer and introduced himself as the
ship's second in command, but I didn't catch his name.  He was one of the
cat-like aliens, looking sleek and graceful with his dark fur and long thin
tail curving upward along his back.  He led the way and I supposed it was
some sort of rule or protocol that one of the ship's officers be available
to Tristam, since he was an Admiral and all that.

   The third alien looked more human although he had pitch black skin and
short, milk white hair to go with his white eyes.  He seemed like a giant
compared to me, being thick and barrel-chested and about seven feet tall,
but not clumsy at all.  He wore a black uniform, the tunic and breeches,
with black boots and silver buttons.  He carried a sword at his side as
well and from what I gathered, he served as Tristam's aide-de-camp.  He
looked more like a bodyguard to me though.

   "He's also my closest friend," the Count told me.  "We've been through a
lot together, Ransom and I."

   "Okay," I said, glancing up at the man and he offered me a smile.

   "He's saved my life twice," Ransom said in a surprisingly gentle,
baritone voice.

   "Only twice?" Tristam chuckled.

   "I wished to honor your modesty, my Lord."

   "And Ransom has saved mine a dozen times over," Tristam told me. 
"You'll learn to trust him as I do, Orion."

   "Yes, my Lord." I nodded quickly as we walked along one of the many busy
corridors.

   "I've only just learned your language," Ransom said as we entered an
elevator.  "Much of the nuance escapes me as yet."

   "You speak English pretty good," I said.  "Uh, my Lord."

   "Oh, just call him Ransom," Tristam told me.  "No need to spoil the
man."

   "I might not want to get my hands dirty," the black alien said with a
laugh.

   "Alright," I agreed, smiling even though I didn't understand what that
meant.

   "Anyway, I was wondering...What exactly is a faggot?" Ransom asked me
and I blinked at him, feeling my cheeks redden.

   "We were looking through your background," the Count said.

   "My background?"

   "Lady Ellicent was kind enough to send me your file," he explained. 
"The scan was very interesting."

   "I have a file?" I felt like hiding.  I remembered being scanned by the
weird alien, but nobody had told me how it worked or what it had discovered
about me.

   "Everyone has a file," Ransom said and the cat alien growled softly at
that, baring his sharp teeth.  I think that's how they laugh.

   "I'm, uh...gay," I told them, because clearly they were expecting an
answer and I wasn't ashamed, just...It didn't seem like the sort of thing
to be talking about in an elevator with three strangers.

   "Happy?" Ransom narrowed his eyes.

   "No, um...queer," I replied and then figured that wouldn't help either.
"Homosexual?"

   "Ah!" He nodded.  "Now it makes sense."

   "What does?"

   "You do," Tristam told me as the elevator came to a stop.  "My cousin
the Duchess is not without her sense of humor."

   "The hospital?" I said as we stepped into the familiar corridor, almost
forgetting to be curious about what the Count had just said.

   "This way," the cat alien spoke for the first time and his purring voice
didn't disappoint me.  It sounded much like I thought it would.

   "In my younger days I suffered from something of a reputation," Tristam
said, putting a gnarled hand on my shoulder as we walked slowly.

   "Heh!" Ransom chuckled.  "Don't let him fool you, young Master.  If my
Lord hadn't been born of royal blood, he would have made the finest whore
this side of Antares."

   "Ah, rash youth," the old man sighed.  "Pleasures of the flesh are a
vice and one I often indulged.  Just as you have, boy."

   "Yes sir," I said, clearing my throat and thinking this was about the
strangest conversation I'd ever had.

   "I wondered why you would come so highly recommended," he continued. 
"Aside from your genetics and potential intelligence, I had to ask myself
why Talis would pick you."

   "Ummm..." I shrugged as we entered a room, but unlike the hospital rooms
with which I'd become familiar.  It was brightly lit, for one thing, and
resembled a laboratory more than the room where Marcia had lain for so
long.

   "We're going to have a lot of fun," he said, stopping just inside the
doorway and finding my eyes with his.  "Usually I would take some time with
this.  Such decisions are not to be made lightly, but I have so little time
now and I like you already."

   "Okay, um..." I smiled nervously and I had that strange sensation like
the old man wanted to kiss me.  I mean, I felt that tension, not sexual
really, but emotional, and I didn't understand it at all.

   "What do you think of him, Ransom?"

   "Well, he is pretty, my Lord," the black man replied.  "And he doesn't
talk too much.  I like that."

   "My Lord," the cat alien purred.  "The technicians are ready."

   "A minute," the Count said without looking away from me.  "I'm dying,
Orion.  The only things keeping me on my feet right now are medicine and
stubbornness.  This body can't sustain me for another week, two at the
most."

   "Oh." I swallowed hard.  "I'm sorry to hear that, my Lord."

   "I need a new host," he told me, squeezing my shoulders gently.  "There
are a number of candidates, but I'm very old and very picky about my
friends."

   "You mean, you want me to..." I blinked at him.

   "I can't force you," he said.  "We must agree to this, both of us.  I
wish I could give you more time, but..."

   "What's gonna happen to me?"

   "You'll become the next Lord Admiral, Fifth Earl of Pleiades, and High
Marshall of the Spinward March."

   "But it'll still be you, right?  I mean...What's going to happen to me?
Inside?"

   "We'll be partners," he said with a smile.  "Closer than twin brothers
naked in the womb.  We will live together as one."

   "I don't know, um..." I sucked my lips.  "Will I forget everything? 
What about my mom and Marcia?  What about Srah?  We're going to have an egg
and..."

   "You won't forget them," the Count said.  "You won't change so much as
you fear, I promise.  You'll still be human, with your own memories and
desires, and we'll share them."

   "Talis should have told me," I thought aloud.  "She could have
explained."

   "It was difficult for her not to, I'd imagine," he replied.  "But she
couldn't complicate the issue.  This is between us and no one else, you
will either trust me or you won't."

   "What if I say no?" I asked him with a hard swallow.

   "Then I'll return you to the Duchess and look for another host." The
Count stared into my eyes.  "No one will punish you," he said and I
believed him.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   I opened my eyes and licked my lips, closed my hands into fists and
wiggled my toes.  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  I searched
for Tristam inside me, but I found only the steady beating of my heart and
a strange, wonderful understanding of the world around me.

   "Ransom," I said without rising.  I knew he would be nearby; we'd been
through so many battles together.  My oldest, most trusted friend.

   "My Lord?" he replied immediately.

   "I need a uniform," I told him.  "Instruct Captain Heath to prepare the
memorial service for Tristam.  I've already given him the details."

   "Yes, my Lord."

   "Colonel Prouel, you may return to your duties."

   "By your leave, my Lord." She would return to Talis and report on our
successful union, Tristam and me.

   "Captain Jeejet."

   "Lord Admiral?" the cat-like alien purred and he was of a race known as
the Kerleth.  A fine species with a martial heritage, the Empire had fought
a bloody war with Jeejet's ancestors only a thousand years previously.  It
had been a good fight and I remembered it fondly.

   "Thank you for your company," I told him.  "My compliments to your
commander."

   "Of course, my Lord." He left us quickly and I sat up slowly, looking
down at a naked body that was familiar and alien all at once.

   I couldn't separate myself from Tristam.  He didn't speak to me.  I
heard no voices in my head, there were no urges or desires I felt to be
unnatural or not entirely my own.  The overwhelming sensation was that I'd
woken up to an existence that had been mine all along, although clearly
that wasn't the case.  But I couldn't define a before and after, not
without making the conscious effort, and my memories stretched back
thousand of years.

   Every host that Tristam had ever had lived in my thoughts.  I knew their
lives as well as I knew my own.  I knew their worlds as I knew the earth.
My only reservation, if I could be said to have one, was my age.  Fourteen
seemed too tender, my current life too fragile for the responsibility with
which it was now burdened.  This wasn't unusual, however, and I'd been
joined with hosts as young as twelve in the past, and never older than
seventeen or eighteen as a human reckons time.

   When a mind is too old, too fixed and rigid in its personality and
understanding, the joining becomes much more problematic.  This boy, me,
proved to be everything Talis had promised.  We were seamless, the alien
and myself perfectly joined, and I looked at Tristam as he lay lifeless on
the bed near mine.  He had been a good friend and a strong ally and I would
miss him dearly.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Not a bad fit, eh?" I smiled at Ransom as I fitted the scabbard of my
saber to my belt.

   "Not bad, my Lord," he agreed.  "Do you still remember how to use the
blade?"

   "Why?" I picked up the naked sword from the bed.  "Are you looking for a
lesson?"

   "First cut?" he offered, drawing his own sword and one of the blue
technicians froze with his silver eyes nearly as wide as his mouth.

   "As you wish, old friend." I chuckled and the sword felt heavy in my
hand as I cut the air, backing away from the beds to find more room.

   "You look slow," Ransom decided, tapping the flat of his blade across
his chest.  "Perhaps a rapier..."

   "For such a large target?" I smiled and took a casual en garde position.

   We were at odds with each other, my saber being of the lighter, fencing
variety.  The flexible blade had a single cutting edge and a razor sharp
tip, an arched guard covering my hand.  Ransom, being so large as he was,
enjoyed the cavalry saber, a heavier sword which comprised a rigid, curving
single-edged blade and a thicker, unguarded pommel.

   We danced around each other, this black giant from a populated moon in
the star system known as Sirius, and the small earth boy who had never held
a weapon in his life.  He had me at a serious disadvantage, but not because
of our difference in size.  Nor were our relative skills balanced in
Ransom's favor, but knowing a thing and doing a thing are very different
from each other.  My mind knew what to do, but my muscles had no memory and
I did move slowly, even clumsily.

   I lunged and he parried easily, turning his sword with a riposte that I
barely avoided.  Ransom advanced steadily while I circled around him,
striking at his thighs and hips, as he stood much taller than me.  Raising
my sword would only tire me that much faster and by keeping him low, I
hoped to pull him off balance.  My body couldn't keep up with my brain,
however, and I suffered a thin, red cut to my left thigh after only a few
minutes.

   "Hmph." I shook my head in frustration as we caught our breath.

   "Thank you for the lesson, my Lord," Ransom told me and I had to smile
at the man.

   "We'll have time enough for practice," I reminded him.  "You owe me a
new pair of breeches.  Where did that doctor run off to?"

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   The computers had already informed anyone who needed to know that
Tristam and I had been joined.  This wasn't a common occurrence by any
means, but not unexpected given the old man's failing health.  Perhaps the
only thing unusual about it was the timing, coming so soon after Talis had
found a new host in the earthling named Kelly.  Our race didn't usually
switch hosts so proximate in time and only very rarely with the same
species, but circumstances dictate necessity, not the other way around.

   "My Lord Admiral," Srah breathed, kneeling as soon as I'd entered my
room and stepped between the columns.  She knew.

   "Orion?" Marcia remained standing, tilting her head and pulling a lock
of brown hair from her brown eyes.  She did not.

   "Stand up," I said, reaching for Srah's beautiful face.  "Why didn't you
tell her?"

   "Forgive me, my Lord." She swallowed hard and kept her eyes down.  "I
thought you would want to explain it to her."

   "Okay," I sighed.  "It's alright.  I'm still me."

   "I don't know about these things," she whispered.  "Do you still want
me?"

   "What's going on?" Marcia asked.  "Why are you dressed like that? 
You've got a sword now?"

   I didn't answer Srah, but pulled her into a kiss.  My hand held the back
of her head, soft and smooth and so completely hairless.  Part of me, the
alien part, relished that moment like a long, cool drink after crossing a
desert.  It had been many years since Tristam had sampled a young woman's
charms and I felt a rush of desire not entirely my own, but mine entirely.

   Srah's tongue teased mine and I reached between us, pulling up her shift
to find her penis already growing stiff.  I held her in my fist, pulling
and squeezing while I caressed her sweet mouth.  My own erection ached and
I felt the warmth of adrenalin speeding my heart and stealing the breath we
shared.  I pulled her against me, crushing Srah's breasts against my thin,
adolescent chest as I grabbed her ass with both hands.

   Yeah!  I couldn't wait to grow into a man, but I wouldn't trade the slow
journey for anything.  I'd found a new appreciation for time and how
quickly it can pass.  That, for a fourteen-year-old boy, was perhaps the
thought most alien to my nature.  I'd always imagined that I'd live forever
and now I knew the truth of it.

   "What about me?" Marcia pouted and I chuckled, breaking my kiss with
Srah and licking my lips.

   "I have to tell you something," I said.  "But it's gonna sound a
little...weird."

   "What?" She gave me a funny look as I let Srah go.

   "Chair." I pointed at a spot and a few seconds later I sat down.  "Take
off my boots, Marcia.  Srah, prepare a bath...and take off your robes, both
of you."

   "What's gotten into you, faggot?" Marcia teased me, pulling her shift
over her head.

   Srah stared at us, blinking nervously and probably thinking I'd punish
Marcia for insulting me.  I was grand-nephew to the Emperor himself now and
an heir to the throne, although seventeenth in line hardly counted for
much. Sixteenth, now that Talis had murdered our cousin Horus and I'd never
liked him very much.  Even so, it would take a miracle of biblical
proportions to elevate me so high and the aliens didn't have a bible, or a
god for that matter.  The Empire was our only religion and eventually it
would become earth's as well.  I hoped Jesus wouldn't be too angry.

   "An alien," I replied with a smile for Srah, letting her know I wasn't
going to be angry with either of them for a little teasing.

   "What?" Marcia dropped her shift to the floor and I suddenly found a new
admiration for her new body.

   Thoughts and memories filled my head and while I knew they weren't mine,
I remembered well the pleasures to be found between the thighs of an
attractive young woman.  Marcia's flab had turned to muscle, smooth and
well toned, with real definition in her flat tummy and legs, even her
shoulders.  Perhaps that's the reason I found her attractive, not so much
because Tristam had loved women, but because of her strength.  Strong
women, I decided, were very interesting to look at and I'd always liked her
anyway.  We were kindred souls.

   "There's an alien inside me," I repeated, gesturing at the floor in
front of my chair.  "Kneel here and take off my boots."

   "Uh, what kind of alien?" she asked, kneeling almost reluctantly and I
could see the uncertainty in her eyes.  I was acting differently, but it
couldn't be helped.  I'd grown up.

   "I'm the world's oldest eighth grader," I said with a grin.  "Um...This
old man, his name's Tristam, was dying, see?  But inside him was one of the
aliens who rule the Empire."

   "You mean like that Duchess?" Marcia grimaced as she tugged on my left
boot.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "Exactly.  I'm her cousin now."

   "You are?"

   "Well, her third cousin, technically." I shrugged.  "But we've been best
friends forever, so..."

   "You and the Duchess?"

   "Kissing cousins sometimes," I said with another grin, wiggling my
eyebrows so she'd get the point.

   "You fucked her?"

   "A long time ago," I said.  "She's kind of hot though.  You know she's
got a dick.  Right?"

   "She does?" Marcia's eyes got big.  She'd never met Talis and Ellicent
only briefly.

   "I guess you didn't!" I laughed.  "Her name used to be Kevin.  I don't
know the whole story, but she's a lot like me, I think.  Anyway..."

   "She's a fag?" Marcia laughed then and I nodded happily.

   "That's why she's with Christian," I said.  "Let me finish, this is way
cool."

   "Okay, okay..." Marcia grabbed my left boot as Srah fussed over the
bath.

   "So this alien guy needed a new host, that's what they call it, and
Talis picked me, except it wasn't up to her and..."

   "That's why she kept you?"

   "Yeah," I said impatiently.  "Wait, check this out..."

   "What?"

   "I'm Lord Admiral Orion, Fifth Earl of Pleiades and High Marshal of the
Spinward March," I told her with a smile.  "How's that for awesome?"

   "What's all that mean?" Marcia giggled as she got my boot off and set it
aside with the other one.

   "I govern all the systems in the Pleiades sector, for one thing," I
explained.  "That's over a hundred star systems and thirty-seven of them
are inhabited."

   "So?" She shrugged and I stood up so she could undo my belt.

   I caught Srah smiling at us as I'd begun to sound like my old self and I
stuck out my tongue at her.

   "What do you mean, so?" I frowned at Marcia.  "That's like thirty-seven
earths all by itself!  Not to mention all the resources."

   "Oh!" She made a face as a table grew next to the chair and set my belt
and sword upon it.

   "But that's not the best part," I told her.  "I have a fleet too."

   "A fleet of what?" she asked, unbuttoning my breeches while I unbuttoned
my tunic.

   "Spaceships!" I rolled my eyes.  "What do you think?  I'm the Marshal. I
chase pirates and enforce customs, track down slavers and black marketing,
illegal mining, smuggling...You name it, I'm stopping it!"

   "You're only fourteen," she said with a giggle.

   "I know!" I laughed as well and my hard cock sprang upward as she pulled
my pants down, slapping her on the chin.

   "This is a nice surprise." Marcia wrapped her hand around my dick. 
"Does this mean the alien likes me or are you just happy to see me?"

   "Grab my pants," I told her as I tried to step out of them and she
giggled, letting go of my cock.

   "There," she said, tossing my pants aside and I shook my head at that.

   "Marcia!" I sighed.  "That's my uniform."

   "Sorry!" She made a face and I watched as she folded my pants and put
them on top of my tunic.

   "You're going to have to learn how to be a good slave girl," I told her
truthfully.  "I mean, I know we're best friends and all, but..."

   "But what?" She narrowed her eyes.

   "You're still just a slave," I said, grabbing her head and pulling her
open mouth onto my erection.

   "Ummph!" She would have frowned if she could, but only for a second and
I wasn't giving her the chance.

   "I need to cum bad," I breathed, smiling at the sensation of her tongue
washing over my cockhead.  "And I really wanna fuck your mouth, Marcia."

   Srah sat on the edge of the steaming bath, stroking her own long, brown
prick while she watched as I pushed my cock completely inside Marcia's soft
mouth, practically melting with the raw pleasure of it.  Her hands went to
my waist, squeezing me as she suckled noisily.  How many times had the girl
begged me for just this sort of attention?  Now I could give it to her.  I
wanted to throw her on the floor and drive my cock inside her slutty hole.
She'd been fucked so many times...

   "Have you fucked her yet?" I asked and Srah shook her head.

   "Do you want me too, Master?"

   "Yeah," I breathed.  "Fuck her while she sucks me off.  I want to
watch."

   "Hmmm mmmph!" Marcia agreed, lowering her shoulders and putting her
hands on the floor so Srah could fuck her like a dog.

   She wagged her ass invitingly as the sexy brown alien took her place
behind Marcia.  I held her head with both hands, digging my fingers into
Marcia's hair and massaging her scalp.  Her lips slid back and forth along
the shaft of my cock quickly and I was just long enough to tickle the
entrance to her throat.  Soon, I thought, I'd have enough cock to really
make her work and the idea of stretching my pretty slave's throat made my
balls ache with the need for release.

   I'd had sex with Marcia and Srah that morning before joining the Duchess
for breakfast, but Tristam hadn't fucked anyone in a long time.  His
illness and especially the treatment of it had crushed his desire as much
as his ability, but I remembered the joy of his past conquests.  He'd
fucked Ellicent, taken her virginity in fact, and the Riavean wasn't nearly
so young as she appeared, nor so sexually indifferent.

   I remembered sliding my cock between her lips, past those long, curving
fangs with a delicious shiver of eager trepidation.  It was dangerous to
fuck one of her kind, not so much her mouth, but letting the woman embrace
me...She had more in common with vampires than mere appearance and it
wasn't unknown for Ellicent's male lovers to find themselves feeding her
desires in more ways than one.  Most recently a certain Admiral Heward had
found himself the victim of an exquisite assassination in the young woman's
arms; such was the price of treason and I'd shed no tears for him.

   But how well I recalled the pinch of her teeth in my neck, the sticky
wetness of my own blood seeping from her lips to stain the pillow beneath
me.  She wouldn't dare drain the life of a noble Lord, at least not without
permission from her Mistress, but she could have.  It hadn't been within my
power to stop her, not with Ellicent's sex clasped around my manhood,
pulling and squeezing, driving me to cum inside her.  The effort pushed my
heart to beat strong and fast, rushing the blood into her hungry mouth. 
And what willpower she possessed!  To stop in the middle of our orgasm and
bring her rusty mouth to mine, sharing the lifeblood she'd stolen so
easily.

   "Ellicent!" I gasped aloud, arching my back and filling Marcia's mouth
with my semen.  "Swallow it, slut!"

   She ate my cum with loud gulping noises filling our ears, punctuated by
the damp slapping of flesh on flesh.  Srah held her tightly, digging her
fingernails into Marcia's taut hips as she punched her alien cock into the
girl's pussy.  Her jutting breasts bounced, those long brown nipples
pointed towards my mouth and I leaned forward in my chair to kiss them.  I
cradled Marcia's face against my crotch, refusing to let her go as my
orgasm slowed and she pulled the last of my semen down her hungry throat.

   Srah moaned softly, bending her body over Marcia's and grinding against
her ass, keeping her penis deep in the slave's cunt.  I found her left tit
with my mouth and pulled the fat nipple between my lips, sucking hard and
bathing it with my tongue.  I used my teeth to nibble and chew, and we'd
stopped fucking, but only held our cocks inside Marcia as she knelt between
us.

   "Yessss..." Srah hissed, pulling my mouth to her right breast and I
nursed on her there the same way.

   My penis refused to go soft and Marcia's lips were wrapped tightly
around the base, her nose flattened and my balls against her chin.  She
stroked my thighs and scratched my hips, taking ragged breaths through her
nose.  She'd shiver occasionally and rock her hips, rolling her ass against
Srah and the stiff cock inside her.  She was cumming, surrendering to
countless small orgasms while I kissed Srah's greedy mouth for several long
minutes before pulling away.

   I pushed Marcia off my cock and she blinked at me, flushed pink and
smiling with lust glazed eyes.  The chair in which I'd been sitting
disappeared and she dropped her face to the cold marble while I moved
behind Srah, pushing her down, bending her over until her chocolate tits
were flat against Marcia's pale back.  I admired the alien's thick cock as
it disappeared between swollen human labia, splitting Marcia's dripping
sex. Honey colored precum spilled down the girl's thighs, mixed with her
cum.

   Just behind Srah's penis, where a male scrotum should have been, I saw
her cunt pouting like a dark flower in season.  The petals of her sex were
barely parted, her labia grown puffy with arousal and pushed outward to
form a moist crease between her cock and asshole.  I pressed my mouth
against it, licking from the base of her penis upward, along her slit and
between her buttery lips.  My nose pressed to her rosy anus, the tiny
opening colored lighter than the rest of her rich brown skin.

   She tasted as sweet as she smelled.  Srah seemed to be made of pure,
unrefined sugar.  Dark and brown, hot and sticky as I stabbed my tongue
inside her cunt.  She'd wrapped her arms around Marcia, hugging the girl
and holding her heavy tits.  I reached between two pairs of thighs to find
a damp tangle of pubic hair and I played my fingertips across Marcia's
small, stiff clitoris, rubbing her against the cock stuffed inside her
quivering hole.

   After sampling Srah's pussy until my patience had worn thin, I took her
from behind, sliding my cock inside her pussy with a slow push of my hips.
I fucked her while she fucked Marcia, all of us moving carefully, with
small jerks and soft moans.  I felt the tightness around my erection, the
talented muscles of Srah's vagina gripping my cock and tugging
relentlessly. She was going to cum soon and I braced myself for it,
anticipating the sensational mix of pleasure and pain.

   I wasn't disappointed.  The rigid mouth of Srah's sex closed around the
shaft with a soft, high pitched grunt and I had to join her.  I came
immediately and only when her muscles relaxed could my semen escape into
her womb.  A single desperate spurt of cum exploded from my cock and her
cunt collapsed again, choking off the next one for a brief, agonizing
eternity.  Another spurt let go a second later, and on and on.  While
Srah's cum filled Marcia at that same, deliberate pace, she milked my balls
for several minutes, pulling the sperm out of me until I had nothing left
to give and still my cock pulsed with the effort.

   By the time we were finished cumming, and after waiting the five or six
minutes until Srah's vulva relaxed and I could pull my still swollen cock
free of her, our bath had grown tepid.

   =-==-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Is the human catalogue complete?" I asked Jericho and the computer
nodded.

   "There were minor difficulties in some of the remote areas," he said. 
"And certain populations in the Middle East were resistant..."

   "Yeah," I held up my hand.  "I want a shuttle prepared, one squad of
stormtroops and an escort...two gunboats."

   "Some areas of the planet are still restricted..."

   "I'm aware of that," I cut him off.  "Is Provo Utah in a no-fly zone?"

   "No, my Lord."

   "Have Colonel Prouel make the necessary arrangements," I ordered.  "I
want to be there by 1600 local."

   "May I enquire as to the purpose, my Lord?"

   "Logistics," I replied, smiling at Marcia as she ran a hand over her
smooth scalp.  "I'm picking up a new slave."

   "How does she look, Master?" Srah asked, stepping back and wiping her
straight razor clean with a towel.

   "Better," I decided and Marcia giggled, standing with her brown hair
fallen around her feet.  "Shave her cunt too."

   "My pussy?" She looked down at her sex.

   "Do you know how the slavers on Verna-Six mark their property?" I asked
and she shrugged.  "Srah?"

   "I don't know, Master," she answered, pushing Marcia onto a low divan.
"Give me a bowl of hot water and more shaving cream."

   "And a mirror," Marcia added, rolling her eyes upward as if she might
see her bald head.  She looked a lot different that way and she'd never
been beautiful, but now her pretty face dominated the eye and I found her
quite striking.  I thought she needed a tan though.

   "You look like a cueball," I told her.

   "What?  Thanks a lot!" she pouted.  "It was your idea!"

   "Really?" I grinned at her.  "I thought it was yours."

   "I don't remember," she said with a shrug, picking up the mirror that
had appeared on the table.  "I hope nobody laughs at me."

   "Spread your legs," Srah told her.  "I like your hair.  It's pretty."

   "Pretty pubic hair?" I snorted.  "She looks like a Wookie."

   "Faggot!" Marcia frowned at me.

   "What's a Wookie?" Srah wondered.

   "You've never seen Star Wars?" I teased, but she took me seriously as
she sometimes did.  Aliens didn't really get earth humor yet.

   "Is that a documentary?"

   "God!" Marcia giggled.  "And these guys conquered the earth?"

   "Stop moving, cunt!" Srah frowned and pinched Marcia's clit hard.

   "Yeowww!"

   "I conquered you easily enough."

   "I was just kidding, Srah!" Marcia frowned.  "Jeeze!"

   It was kind of fun watching those two, but I hadn't told Marcia about
all the cities that had been destroyed either.  She'd barely been out of
that room since leaving the hospital.  I'd have to tell her sometime, I
knew that, and I had to arrange for her to talk to her parents as well.  At
least my mom knew I was alive, but I had no idea what Marcia's parents must
have thought.  She didn't seem too worried about it though, but eventually
the newness would wear off and she'd start getting homesick.  Maybe.

   "The hour approaches, my Lord," Jericho whispered in my ear and I
nodded.

   "So, um...those six slaver guys," Marcia said as we watched Srah shave
around her pussy.  "What do they do?"

   "The slavers of Verna-Six?" I smiled at her.  "They mark their personal
slaves, the ones they're not going to sell."

   "Mark them how?"

   "Branding," I replied.  "Usually on the right breast for females, on the
left butt cheek for males."

   "You mean...like a cow?" She blinked at me and Srah turned her head.

   "Are you going to brand us, Master?"

   "Maybe." I shrugged.  "Depends on if I'm going to keep you or not."

   "What?  Wait!" Marcia wanted to sit up, but Srah pushed her back down.
"Where are you going?"

   "I'll be back," I said, fixing my sword onto my belt.  "You really need
to learn not to ask so many questions, Marcia."

   "Why?  What do you mean?  Are you going to sell me?"

   "Teach her, Srah," I said.

   "Yes, my Lord." She agreed, lowering her head obediently, but Marcia
only frowned at me.

   "If she disappoints me, I'll punish you instead." I left the room,
knowing that would at least give them something to do while I was gone.  It
isn't easy owning a harem, but I'd had one before.  Or at least Tristam
had...same thing.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   I double checked my breeches and Jericho had delivered me a new uniform.
I imagined I could still feel the cut Ransom had given me, but of course I
couldn't.  The doctor had healed me quickly enough and it hadn't been much
more than a scratch anyway.  Twenty years ago, I'd have taken the giant
after a rather enjoyable duel, but old age and now my youth had betrayed
me. I'd have to work on that, but I had so much else to do.

   "Announce me, boy," I told Gabriel, although the page was at least a
hundred years older than he looked.

   "Yes, my Lord!" He blinked at me and turned around, walking between the
Janissaries posted outside the door.

   Jericho would have already told the Duchess of my approach, but this was
protocol and necessary to the Empire.

   "Lord Admiral Orion," Gabriel fairly shouted in his high, sweet voice.
"Fifth Earl Tristam of Pleiades and High Marshal of the Spinward March."

   So far as ceremonies go, it was a simple one as I marched across the
throne room.  No music played, no fanfare or flourish, only the sound of my
boots on the marble.  The throne itself sat empty, carved from a single
onyx of unusual size.  It glittered black and red and purple, and presented
an exact replica of the one on Delphi.  To the right of it stood the
Duchess in her scarlet robe, waiting to accept my loyalty in the Emperor's
absence.  To the left and right of my path stood the various ministers,
officials, nobles, and courtiers summoned to bear witness.

   I'd done this many times previously and I paused with my left foot upon
the first step, staring at the empty throne and drawing my sword.  I knelt
and offered it on open palms, speaking the solemn words and pledging my
life and death to the Empire.  I lowered my head until the Duchess spoke,
accepting my oath with the gratitude of a thousand worlds.

   The obligatory feast would naturally follow.

   "Any excuse for a party, eh?" I smiled and Talis giggled like the little
girl she wasn't.

   "I've always hated these things," she sighed, putting her arm through
mine.

   "Not always," I reminded her gently.  "I remember...Amyth...Oh, how you
loved to dance."

   "I haven't been Amyth in a long time," she said, but her blue eyes
twinkled at the memories.  "We were so beautiful."

   "As you are now," I told her truthfully and we'd left the banquet hall
for the terrace and the night sky of Cepheus replicated to the faintest
star.

   "I'm leaving for Delphi tomorrow.  You've been briefed?"

   "Fully, Mistress." I bowed my head.  "Your realm will be safe until your
return."

   "I know," she replied, petting my arm as she held it, both of us leaning
over the rampart to watch the dark sea foam beneath us.  The wind had
picked up, blowing our hair and smelling of brine.

   Above us the twin moons, Nycea and Satys, shone brightly.  Nycea, the
nearer and larger of the two, formed a crescent pointing upward.  She held
full Satys between her horns like a pearl in a cup.

   "A good omen," I said.  "You'll find success on your journey."

   "We shall see." She shrugged.  "You must watch the Marquis de Windham,
he's planning something."

   "He's an upstart."

   "He'll test you while I'm gone," Talis said, pursing her lips.  "I don't
need a war, Orion.  Not yet."

   "Then I shall exercise my legendary patience, Mistress."

   "Stop!" She tilted her face upward and laughed.

   I watched the graceful curve of her neck; the tops of her smallish
breasts as they were briefly exposed beneath her robe.  I might have kissed
her then, but the doors behind us opened and the sound of music wafted
through the night.  We didn't turn around and whoever it was retreated back
inside.

   "Do you miss earth?"

   "No," I replied honestly.  "I've never been happier.  You?"

   "Sometimes," she admitted and we were quiet for a moment.  "I destroyed
the Mona Lisa."

   "Yes," I sighed.  "We did."

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   I spied Ellicent dancing with a handsome young Pyrian.  They were an
attractive race anyway, being descended from birds rather than mammals.  He
had a wonderful crest of red and blue feathers falling in an elegant ruffle
across his slender shoulders and down his back.  The sycophant's angular
face seemed quite animated and he whispered something in Ellicent's ear to
make her smile.  I felt a momentary pang of jealousy, which is always a
foolish emotion.

   The dance resembled a waltz and current fashion dictated turns to the
left, which brought her eyes to mine across the hall.  Ellicent teased me,
tilting her head to rest a pink cheek on the Pyrian's shoulder.  I smiled
at her and made my polite exit, knowing we would continue our flirtations
when she returned from Delphi with the Duchess.

   "New pants, my Lord?" Ransom greeted me with a grin as I entered Hanger
Bay Three.

   "I'm taking them out of your pay," I replied.  "What have we got?"

   "A squad from Seventh Shock," he replied leading me towards the
assembled soldiers.  "Good troopers and itching for action."

   "There won't be a lot of action this trip," I reminded him.

   "Stand to!" Ransom shouted in the private language of the military, a
tongue unique as it came from no single world, but all of them.

   They snapped to attention with a small thunderclap of leather.  Which of
them were male and female, I couldn't tell, nor even which race they might
be.  The troopers were covered head to foot with supple, black leather
decorated with the accoutrements of their profession.  The uniform itself
offered little protection, but they were well equipped with body armor that
would be activated only when needed.  They carried not the ceremonial
flamers of the Royal Janissaries, an effective, but archaic weapon; Shock
Troops carried pulsers, grenades, and sonic blades for hand-to-hand combat.
They were fast, lethal, and wonderful to my eyes.  First Into the Breach
was the Seventh's motto and they were sorely aching for a fight.

   "My Lord!" A lieutenant saluted, turning her pulser forty-five degrees
and pulling it hard against her broad chest.  "First squad all present and
accounted for, sir!"

   "Very good, Lieutenant," I said, examining at her flawless stance. 
"When we set down, you'll secure the landing zone and establish a
perimeter. Nobody in or out."

   "Sir!"

   "You may engage hostiles with non-lethal force only," I reminded her. 
"Is that clear?"

   "Sir!  All weapons have been safed and checked."

   "Check them again, Lieutenant." I looked at Ransom.  "Are the gunboats
on station?"

   "They're orbiting the dropzone, my Lord," he replied.  "I've made the
rules of engagement very clear."

   "Good." I looked at the dropship as the deck crew finished their
preparations.  "Let's do this thing."

   The flight was smooth enough, the turbulence of free falling through the
earth's atmosphere not unexpected.  I felt some small sense of nervousness,
but not the sort of adrenalin rush that I would have gotten dropping into a
combat zone.  I missed that feeling and I knew my soldiers did as well. 
They knew this would be a milk run and probably resented it, but at least
they were off the ship and doing something.  That would lift their spirits,
so long as they left their weapons on stun.  Killing civilians was always
bad for morale.

   We landed on the street, de-cloaked just to ensure nobody pulled a
Marcia and drove his car into the dropship.  Everyone knew about the aliens
anyway, so there wasn't much need for secrecy with this little operation.
The troopers activated their armor and half of them became invisible,
however; they were the covering team for the visible troops who would be
telling people to stay in their homes and mind their own business. 
Pacification, as much as I hated the word, was something we'd gotten very
good at over the last ten thousand years.

   Ransom stayed with me and I didn't need anyone else as I opened the
front door.  She'd been catalogued and tagged along with everyone else on
the planet and I knew exactly where she was and who was with her.

   "Mom?" I paused, smiling and shaking my head as she looked over her
shoulder, trying to see around Billy who had his cock deep in her ass.

   He looked at me too.  So did Mark, who was lying beneath my mom with his
swollen prick buried in her pussy.  Dale sat on the sofa drinking a beer
and his limp, wet dick lay across his thigh drooling semen.  From the mess
on Mom's face, I'd guess he'd just finished getting a nice, sloppy blowjob.
The alien invasion hadn't changed the slut one bit and I wasn't surprised.

   "Hey!  Fagboy's back!" Billy said with a grin, the other's being too
surprised to say anything.  "Where you been, homo?  Sucking alien cock?"

   "Oh man!" Dale finally said, narrowing his eyes.  "What are you dressed
like that for?"

   "Let me up," Mom groaned, waking from her stupor finally.  "Get off me,
Billy!"

   "Shut-up, bitch!  I'm gonna cum," Mark said, trying to hold my mom still
as he lifted his hips, keeping his cock inside her.

   "Me too!" Billy agreed, pushing down on Mom's shoulders and using his
weight to keep her sandwiched between them.

   "Don't just stand there, faggot," Dale said, grabbing his penis and
shaking it at me.  "Close the door and get on my dick!"

   "I can't believe I let you guys fuck me," I said, stepping into the
living room, but not closing the door.

   "You fucked these guys, my Lord?" Ransom asked, bending over so he
wouldn't hit his head as he followed me.

   "Oh shit!" Dale swallowed hard and his eyes got huge.

   "They fucked me," I said with a shrug.  "Same thing.  Where's her robe?"

   "Right here," he replied, handing me a simple white shift.

   "Get off her," I said.  "Let her up."

   "Who's that guy?" Mark wondered, no longer fucking my mom, but just
laying very still.

   "Is that an alien?" Billy asked, pulling his erection out of her butt as
he climbed awkwardly to his feet.

   "Faggot?" Mom whispered, pushing herself up and looking hot, flushed,
and damp all over.

   She had cum running down her thighs from her gaping pussy, maybe from
her asshole too.  Her face had been plastered with semen and it clung to
her hair in gooey clumps.  She wanted to hug me, to cross the room and
greet her son, but having a giant, black alien standing behind me kept her
rooted to the stained carpet.  The room smelled like piss and I felt a
strange and not entirely unwelcome sense of d�j� vu.

   "Put this on..." I threw the shift at her.  "I'm taking you home."

   "But...I am home," she said dumbly.

   "What's going on?" Billy asked, smiling nervously like we might be
friends.

   "Not anymore," I told her, ignoring the three boys.  "You belong to me
now."

   "What?" Mom picked up the robe slowly.  "What do you mean?"

   "You're a slave of the Empire," I told her, "and I own you."

   "But..."

   "Get her dressed and on the ship," I told Ransom, turning towards the
door.

   "What about them, my Lord?" He gestured towards the three boys who were
standing close together near the stairs, having distanced themselves from
my mom.

   I fingered the hilt of my sword and remembered everything.

   "They don't matter anymore," I decided, walking out of the house and
knowing I'd never return.


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