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.
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