As Diltan took in the vision of beauty before him, a familiar face smiled at him from a whirlpool. She waved. Feeling dazed, Diltan led his astounded clan to that part of the courtyard.
As they neared, the woman stood and mounted the steps, stepping out of the hot tub. “Hi, Dramok Diltan. Is it that time already?”
The men stopped in their tracks a few feet away. Judging from the welcoming smile, it had to be Tasha who stood before them, her body gleaming wet and scantily clad. There was more skin than soaksuit, so much more that she might as well have not bothered putting anything on. Triangles of blue fabric hid her areolas and pubic mound and little else. The straps holding those triangles in place were so thin they looked as if they might snap in an instant, especially given the fullness of her breasts and buttocks.
Diltan’s heart galloped as he stared. Tasha was lush and rounded, her pale body a dream of soft curves and pliant flesh. His cocks twitched and began to fill at the arousing vision before him.
Rolat whispered “By the ancestors and Mother of All. Is that our potential Matara, Diltan?”
Wal made a choked sound in his throat. He seemed incapable of speech at the moment.
Diltan swallowed hard and whispered back, “I guess it is her, though she’s not dressed for our meeting.”
Seemingly oblivious to the sensation she caused, the young woman sauntered over to a nearby table. She picked up a glass of what appeared to be dlas, a rather potent drink. She took a healthy swallow, set the glass back down, and grabbed a folded towel lying by her drink. She rubbed it all over, drying off. Her breasts swayed under her efforts. Diltan’s cocks gave another jerk.
The woman smiled ruefully. “How did it get so late in the day? Holy Hannah, I’ve got to get dressed for my date. Don’t worry, Tasha is much more prompt than I am. If I know her, she’s dressed and ready to go.”
With a strange mixture of relief and disappointment, Diltan realized this was Cissy and not Tasha. He cleared his throat and bowed. “Matara Cecilia, how nice to see you again. These are my clanmates Nobek Rolat and Imdiko Wal. This is our date’s twin sister, Cecilia.”
The two men bowed, though they did not speak. They were still overcome by Cissy’s lack of clothing. Wal’s eyes were almost perfectly round in his amazement.
Cissy grinned and motioned them to follow her. “Come along, gentlemen. I’ll take you to Tasha. Where are you all going tonight?”
Diltan tried to talk, but he was almost as tongue-tied as his clanmates. He cleared his throat. “We plan to take her to the Taste of Home eatery. “
“Oh yeah, Lindsey’s Imdiko’s place. We had dinner there last night. You financed that, didn’t you, Dramok?”
Cissy gave Diltan an appraising look. It made him wonder if Lindsey had broken their agreement that they never speak of his terrible judgment a couple of years before.
In a stilted tone, he answered, “I am honored to have helped Imdiko Vax realize his dream of owning his own establishment. He has shown beyond any doubt how greatly he deserved it. I am sorry I won’t be the one to introduce his great work to Matara Natasha. It is the best place to eat on all of Kalquor.”
Cissy’s laugh was a hearty bellow, uttered without the least bit of self-consciousness. The agreeable sound filled Diltan’s ears. He couldn’t keep from smiling in response.
She told him, “Oh, don’t you worry about Tasha already having eaten there. We didn’t get to sample but a fraction of what that place serves and as you can see—” Cissy smacked her uncovered ass “–Tasha and I aren’t shy about eating!”
Wal moaned low in his throat. His stare was riveted on the handprint appearing on Cissy’s well-rounded rump. Diltan nudged him, worried Cissy would catch the Imdiko staring.
Cissy didn’t appear to have noticed. “What else are you doing besides dinner? Tasha said something about a show.”
Diltan nodded as they walked inside one of the buildings. The room they entered had lovely art vids that he barely noted as they went straight to the in-house transport.
“Sixth floor, north wing,” Cissy commanded the conveyance. The door closed them in and the floor beneath their feet shifted.
Diltan tried to not acknowledge how close all that bare flesh was. He had to clear his throat again before answering her inquiry. “We’re attending a well-received play about the First Clan. It’s a historical drama. “
Cissy yawned. “It sounds stuffy and self-important. I’m sure Tasha will love it.” Before Diltan could react to her disparaging remark, she skewered the three men with a sharp look. “After that, you’ll bring Tasha straight home?”
Rolat finally broke through his silence. Maybe it was the protective way Cissy grilled them about their plans with her sister for the evening. The big Nobek wore an expression that said he was amused as well as enthralled by the Earther.
“We will escort her back here as soon as she wishes it. We’ll let her make the decisions about our evening as we get to know one another.”
Cissy looked him over with a narrowed gaze. Diltan also gazed at Rolat. He tried to see him not from the viewpoint of a clanmate of many years but as a unknown entity, a stranger.
He had to admit his Nobek was a fearsome specimen. Most of Rolat’s scars were covered by his tunic and pants. They were hidden, keeping evidence of past violence from frightening a small Earther woman.
As a longtime prison guard then warden, Rolat had seen his share of vicious life-threatening struggles. Having moved up to Head of Penal Colonies, he was now removed from most of the danger. He still insisted on frequent in-person inspections of prison facilities and had been present for a riot that had nearly cost him his life. Diltan was grateful such occurrences were increasingly rare.
Only one thin whitish streak on Rolat’s cheek marred his strong features, but there was still that aura of contained brutality that was the hallmark of most Nobeks. His wide shoulders and broad chest spoke of his strength. Big and imposing, Rolat’s mere appearance demanded respect.
Cissy might have respected the power that oozed from Diltan’s clanmate, but she showed no sign of being intimidated by it. Her gaze on Rolat was frank and unafraid. Her next statement underscored that assessment.
“Make sure Tasha does make all the decisions, big boy. Otherwise Kalquor will get three more Mataras come sunrise.”
For a moment, Diltan didn’t catch on to what Cissy was threatening. When realization dawned, he was shocked. To suggest she would emasculate them – even in jest, the comment was crude. Rolat and Wal’s mouths hung open as well.
How could Cissy be related to Empress Jessica or her sister Lindsey? With that mouth, she was more suited to running a brothel!
It’s a good thing we are courting the other girl. This one is simply too brazen. If I had to take such an outspoken woman to an official function where diplomacy is needed...
Diltan shook his head at the idea. However, a part of him appreciated how hilarious it would be for a few councilmen and ambassadors he didn’t like to get an earful from Cecilia Salter. That might be worth a little humiliation to hear.
He admired her fire and drive to protect her sister. If only she could manage a little tact as well, he might find it possible to like her. But no, she was far too rebellious. Ancestors help the clan that ends up with her.