unless Scalia shows up real quick."
"The Queen?" I exclaimed, aghast at the notion that Scalia would consort with her slaves. It seemed rather medieval of her—though perhaps no more medieval than having slaves to begin with.
"She wants to have sex with anything that has a cock," Trag said roundly. "But we couldn't do it with her. Pissed her off a bit, I think. Been fucked by lots of the others, though."
"So it is a harem!" I exclaimed. "I thought so!"
"Harem?" Tychar said curiously. "I don't believe I've ever heard that word before."
"It's an old Earth custom in desert countries," I explained. "The Sultan, or king, would have a whole bevy of females to choose from. They were kept locked up in a seraglio, which, by all accounts, was very similar to your quarters. Same idea, it's just that Scalia's put a slightly different spin on it."
"She still likes us, even if we can't fuck her," Trag said. "It makes her hot just looking at us, and that stiff one Tychar got last night wowed her but good."
"She did seem rather pleased by it," Tychar remarked, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. "As was I," he added.
Of course, it was nothing when compared to the effect the mere sight of him smiling at me had had on me—and I think I would have noticed if he'd ejaculated, because it was bound to have been a rather spectacular explosion after twenty years—but I didn't see any need to tell him that. Not yet, anyway. He already seemed to be taking enough "liberties" as it was, since I hadn't asked him to kiss me again, though perhaps I only needed to ask him once. Not that I would ever complain; he could kiss me all he liked, just as long as I didn't pass out again.
"Not to change the subject, or anything," I said, "but how long did it take you guys to get used to the heat?
These fainting spells could get old in a hurry."
"Not long," Tychar replied. His lips brushed my ear as he added in a voice that promised a myriad of sensual delights, "And in the meantime, I will take very good care of you."
"You just need to take it easy for a few days," Trag advised. "Spend a little time on your back."
"Very funny," I said. "You know, your brother is an absolute riot," I said to Tychar. "And to think, you've had to put up with him for twenty years! How did you stand it?"
Tychar rolled his eyes. "I have no idea."
"Well, if you guys don't mind, I believe I will spend some time on my back, but" I went on as Trag started to snicker, "if either of you have any ideas about climbing on top of me, I wish you'd save them until I'm feeling more up to it. Just being in the same room with the two of you is bad enough."
"Hey, man, I think she likes us," Trag said, nudging Tychar.
"My, but you're a cocky little bastard," I remarked.
"Especially for a man who's been essentially impotent for so long."
"But I'm not anymore," he pointed out, wrapping his hand around his dick and giving it a hard squeeze. "I might not ever get to use it, but at least I've got one, and the way I see it, we both have an equal chance."
"Really? And why is that? Tychar is the one assigned to look after me, not you."
"But that doesn't mean I can't find lots of reasons to visit," Trag argued. "I can be as charming as he is, you know."
Somehow I doubted that. Tychar had made a very good first impression on me, and Trag was running a distant second at that point.
"You're probably a lot of fun," I said reflectively, "but I still think I like Tychar better. He's absolutely charming." Of course, I could have added adorably sexy and impossibly handsome to that, but I didn't want to rub it in.
"It's the blue eyes, isn't it?" Trag exclaimed. "Always with the eyes! I tell you, if I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times! 'Oh, his eyes are so blue!'
Makes me want to throw up every time Scalia says it!"
"She has never said that!" Tychar protested. "At least, not that I've heard."
"Of course you wouldn't!" Trag snarled. "She doesn't say things like that to your
"The Queen?" I exclaimed, aghast at the notion that Scalia would consort with her slaves. It seemed rather medieval of her—though perhaps no more medieval than having slaves to begin with.
"She wants to have sex with anything that has a cock," Trag said roundly. "But we couldn't do it with her. Pissed her off a bit, I think. Been fucked by lots of the others, though."
"So it is a harem!" I exclaimed. "I thought so!"
"Harem?" Tychar said curiously. "I don't believe I've ever heard that word before."
"It's an old Earth custom in desert countries," I explained. "The Sultan, or king, would have a whole bevy of females to choose from. They were kept locked up in a seraglio, which, by all accounts, was very similar to your quarters. Same idea, it's just that Scalia's put a slightly different spin on it."
"She still likes us, even if we can't fuck her," Trag said. "It makes her hot just looking at us, and that stiff one Tychar got last night wowed her but good."
"She did seem rather pleased by it," Tychar remarked, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. "As was I," he added.
Of course, it was nothing when compared to the effect the mere sight of him smiling at me had had on me—and I think I would have noticed if he'd ejaculated, because it was bound to have been a rather spectacular explosion after twenty years—but I didn't see any need to tell him that. Not yet, anyway. He already seemed to be taking enough "liberties" as it was, since I hadn't asked him to kiss me again, though perhaps I only needed to ask him once. Not that I would ever complain; he could kiss me all he liked, just as long as I didn't pass out again.
"Not to change the subject, or anything," I said, "but how long did it take you guys to get used to the heat?
These fainting spells could get old in a hurry."
"Not long," Tychar replied. His lips brushed my ear as he added in a voice that promised a myriad of sensual delights, "And in the meantime, I will take very good care of you."
"You just need to take it easy for a few days," Trag advised. "Spend a little time on your back."
"Very funny," I said. "You know, your brother is an absolute riot," I said to Tychar. "And to think, you've had to put up with him for twenty years! How did you stand it?"
Tychar rolled his eyes. "I have no idea."
"Well, if you guys don't mind, I believe I will spend some time on my back, but" I went on as Trag started to snicker, "if either of you have any ideas about climbing on top of me, I wish you'd save them until I'm feeling more up to it. Just being in the same room with the two of you is bad enough."
"Hey, man, I think she likes us," Trag said, nudging Tychar.
"My, but you're a cocky little bastard," I remarked.
"Especially for a man who's been essentially impotent for so long."
"But I'm not anymore," he pointed out, wrapping his hand around his dick and giving it a hard squeeze. "I might not ever get to use it, but at least I've got one, and the way I see it, we both have an equal chance."
"Really? And why is that? Tychar is the one assigned to look after me, not you."
"But that doesn't mean I can't find lots of reasons to visit," Trag argued. "I can be as charming as he is, you know."
Somehow I doubted that. Tychar had made a very good first impression on me, and Trag was running a distant second at that point.
"You're probably a lot of fun," I said reflectively, "but I still think I like Tychar better. He's absolutely charming." Of course, I could have added adorably sexy and impossibly handsome to that, but I didn't want to rub it in.
"It's the blue eyes, isn't it?" Trag exclaimed. "Always with the eyes! I tell you, if I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times! 'Oh, his eyes are so blue!'
Makes me want to throw up every time Scalia says it!"
"She has never said that!" Tychar protested. "At least, not that I've heard."
"Of course you wouldn't!" Trag snarled. "She doesn't say things like that to your
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