3 comments/ 5870 views/ 6 favorites From a Black World By: Pallaton My world has always been black. For as long as I could remember it was always a dark and scary place and it never got better. After the war between King Alucard and King Yasu I had no one left. Both my parents died during the fight. I was just a baby then... And that's were things got worse. Half of the Chanture population fell, half of the Xolt population disappeared, humans ruled the planet and vampires were in hiding. I lived in an orphanage for the longest time. I knew that place like it was the back of my hand. I remember that my room was thirty steps away from the stairs, that my roommate's bed was ten steps away from mine. The window was two steps to the left from my bed and that I would just stand by it and listen to the sounds of the town. I remember when *they* came for me. I remember the sounds of three people walking up the old stairs. I remember the door creaking as they pushed it open. I remember the smell of the smoke that woman carried. I remember their rough mean hands inspecting me. I remember their cold malicious voices *grading *me. "He's got fluffy hair," the man said, "An' it's white." "Well, he's different from all the other Chantures we've seen around. And he's got amber eyes, looks like a real cat now don't he?" The female said. "He's very smart, and his name is Jing. Jing, tell them how old you are." The caretaker said. He was a nice old man who truly cared about the children he took in. "I'm 15," I said. I smiled and tried my hardest to look pleased. "He's actin' like a real cat. Look at them ears; they're twitchin' to the sounds, Ma'am." I really didn't like the man's voice, he sounded uneducated and boorish. Like the only things he knew how to do was drink and fight. "Yes yes, dear, I see that. Hmm," she trailed off. "He's tall; he appears to be strong, good looking...Boy, how graceful are you?" I took a sharp breath. I was blind, how graceful could I be if I couldn't see? "Um...I don't really know, ma'am." I wrung my hands together. "Well then show me!" She barked. I jumped and started to walk. Ten steps ...one...two...three...four...five...six...stumbled... I tripped over her foot. I wasn't sure if it was there before hand or if she put it there but I tripped and fell flat on my face. "What's wrong with you?" She yelled, "Can't you see my foot is there?" I fought back the urge to cry and shook my head. "No, Ma'am, I can't see..." For the first time in my life I was glad I couldn't see because I knew that if I could I would have seen the two most wretched faces in Arcaina. Next thing I knew I was back at their tavern, but of course it couldn't have been any normal tavern... * Because I couldn't walk properly without studying the layout of the tavern I was told to sit in one place and greet customers. I was also told that I was too young to serve but just old enough to learn. So, for twelve hours a day I would sit on a silk cushion and greet who ever walked past me. "Welcome to Flowers & Dance! I hope you enjoy your stay." Generally I said that about three times every hour. For the rest of the time I sat there day dreaming about what it looked like inside the tavern. It was probably smoky, with a few candles here and there. I knew there was a stage somewhere in the back where group Dancers went. Orgies weren't unheard of but they weren't very popular and so they cost extra. Occasionally one of the female Dancers would stop by and give me something to drink or eat. Sometimes they would brush my hair or decorate it, and they would even sometimes give me a back rub. All the while they would talk to me and tell me how they're day was going. If a customer came by we would both say the greeting. Sometimes the patron would want the Dancer and sometimes he'd ask for another but it was during those times I felt the calmest. The Dancers were becoming my friends. At the end of each night a Dancer would help me up the stairs to my room, which I shared with three other male Dancers, and I would eat my supper. If I was lucky one of my roommates were gone, still with a patron. It was hard enough sitting all day, but then I would have to sleep so that I wasn't tired the next day. It was hard to sleep, though, when people are crying. I didn't understand why they were crying, and I never asked because at the time everything seemed okay to me. There was nothing wrong, I was treated with care and my job was easy. I just thought that they were being weak. * By the time I turned eighteen I had learnt how to play an enormous variety of instruments, and I could sing perfectly. This allowed me to do more than just sit by the door and greet people. I could make music! I really enjoyed that and I had a ton of patrons who liked it as well. After each song I got applause and cat calls. It made me feel special and proud. One day a Dancer named Lily pulled me out of my room and into the dressing room. It smelt clean in there and I took a deep breath. She laughed as said that all the Dancers did that because it was so fresh and clean. Lily had been one of the Dancers who always made time in her day to talk with me. We became close. I really appreciated her time with me. Lily helped me into new clothes, it felt really revealing. It felt like an oversized robe with a thick belt that covered half of my body. The sleeves of the robe kept falling off my shoulders and Lily said that it was supposed to do that. When I told her I didn't like it she said that she didn't either but it had to be worn like that. My hair had grown past my shoulders and Lily started to braid it. Because I was working in the tavern as a Dancer I still had to grow my hair out. It was taboo for a Dancer to cut their hair. She twisted it and pinned it to the top of my head with a decorative hair clip. I could tell because my head was heavy. "Jing," she said, her voice was soft. "Tonight you'll be singing again but this time it will be different, okay?" "How will it be different?" I asked. I closed my eyes as she put some makeup on me. I didn't really know or care what kind. "Tonight, if a patron wants to bed you Ma'am will let him." I stopped breathing. She patted my shoulder and rubbed my back. "I know, Jing, I know." "...Lily," I could barely speak. My throat was dry and I couldn't breathe. "I'm a virgin." "I know Jing," she whispered. She was crying and her voice was quivering. "I know and that's why I get to stay with you. You're first patron will have to pay extra and he'll have to tolerate my presence in the room. I'll be your guide tonight, okay? You'll just have to trust me. While you're singing tonight I'll be by your side dancing. It'll just be you and me, okay sweetie?" I nodded because there was nothing left to say. I couldn't say no, I was afraid to say no. After Lily finished dressing me she finished dressing herself. We walked side by side to the stage that I used to feel so comfortable singing on. I took a deep breath, plucked the strings on the instrument, and let loose. My song was more sad than usual, but the crowed ate it. They loved it, and they loved Lily. I could hear the jingle of her beads, and the ringing of the bells in her hair. I knew she was a wonderful dancer, and I knew that together we made an unforgettable pair. As soon as my song came to the unavoidable end Ma'am's voice filled the air. Cold, dark and husky, she had been drinking and smoking; probably with the Patrons, or trying to earn more cash. They started to bid on us. The highest we got was well over a thousand gold. The whole time I kept fighting back my tears. I didn't want to know what would happen if I cried in front of the crowed. Our night was bought. Lily took my hand and then the hand of our patron and we walked to the back rooms. The room we went to smelt husky and foul to my nose. Almost sour...It was the smell of sex and I learnt that later in life. I felt a hand brush against my butt and I jumped away from it. I heard a deep chuckle and I closed my eyes. The patron was male...If I was lucky he would be kind to me... "What's wrong with him?" He asked Lily. At least his voice sounded kind... "Jing is a virgin, Sir. I am here today to help him through the process." I could almost hear the forced smile. I knew she would rather be in my place, and she knew at one point during his time with us she would be. "Ah, so tonight is kind of like a Rite of Passage for you, huh?" he asked. He had taken his hand off my butt and put it on my shoulder instead. I nodded, still too scared to speak. "I see, I'll treat you as kindly as I can, okay?" he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss. The man was taller than me, but that wasn't saying much considering I was short. His kiss went from sweet and tender to hungry. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. I didn't know what to do. At first I tried to pull my head away, but Lily whispered to me to stick my tongue in his mouth. So I did. The man was very happy about that and started to suck on my muscle. I felt my knees buckle and we fell onto the bed. The patron laughed a little as he fell on top of me. I felt his dick on my stomach and I shivered. He started to kiss me again, but his kisses travelled from my mouth, to my cheek, to my ear. He started to nibble on my ear lobe and whisper sweet nothings into it. His hands travelled across my body and then under the robe. He found my nipple and rubbed it. I moaned. "Did that feel good?" he asked, doing it again. "Do you want me to do more?" "It's okay if you do, Jing." Lily's words seemed to escape the patron, but I heard them. So I nodded. The man pushed the robe off my shoulders completely. I felt him move and the next thing I knew his mouth was latched over my nipple. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to stay quiet. "If it feels good Jing, tell him. He needs to know to make it better." "Mmm..." I moaned. I could feel myself getting harder. "That's it Jing, he's doing good isn't he?" She said. Something was different about the way she was talking. It was...sultrier. I wanted to know what was going on with her but I couldn't see. I couldn't tell what she was doing. I felt his hands undo my belt and pull it off. I felt his warm hands push the robe open and I felt his hand explore my body. "Haah....Mmm..." I moaned loudly. It felt so good, and at the same time I felt so embarrassed. "That's right..."Lily huffed, "You keep doing what you're doing Jing." "W-what are you doing L-Lily?" I asked. My voice was shaking. The Patrons body was moving down my own. He kissed his way down to my pelvis and kissed around it. "You wanna know what your friend is doing, little one?" He asked. I nodded my head. "She's touching herself. She's watching us and touching herself...She's naughty isn't she? Her wet little pussy and her fingers..." He kissed the tip of my penis. "Does that make you hot?" I was too busy trying to focus on not exploding. That night went by too fast. I remembered Lily's moaning as she climaxed. I remember how much it hurt for him to be inside me at first. I remembered how good it felt later. I remember how well he treated me. And that was my problem. That patron was too nice. He was abnormal. Men like him rarely came to the tavern, and if they did it was because they left their wife in the middle of the night to get something different. That's what he did. His wife found out and she came to the tavern and slapped me. She said that I was just a whore and that what he did to me that night was nothing. She slapped me over and over again. No one came to stop her, not even Lily. All my patrons after him were horrible people. They were mean, rough, and they liked to hurt me. One time I passed out while a patron was fucking me because he was choking me while he did it. When I came to, he was still inside me. It was after that night I started to cry. * Being blind was what caused me so much pain in the first place and it never helped. Sometimes the tavern would give Dancers time to go outside, but since I couldn't see I was never allowed out. I always had to have another Dancer watching over me and they were never happy to do so. Ma'am always feared that I would fuck a female Dancer so she never let me stay with the girls. By this point I was twenty and I knew I liked men. Having sex with women was not really what I wanted, but of course Ma'am wouldn't listen to me. When Lily found out that I liked men she became sad. She told me that she had really liked me. When Ma'am found out Lily was sold. I never heard her sweet voice again. A week after she left, the Dancers were allowed to go out for a while. I was stuck inside the tavern, in my room, with another male Dancer. He was pissed because it was the second time he couldn't go out because of me. I just started to bawl. He was calling me names and yelling, telling me to shut up and that I was worthless. That made me cry even harder. He got fed up with me and started to beat me. After the first five punches I couldn't feel anything anymore. I was laying on the ground numb, tears silently falling down my face. I blacked out for a while, and when I woke up I still couldn't feel anything. I was happy. Perhaps I had died, that would mean I would never have to sell my body to another person ever again. But if that were the case, I wouldn't have heard her voice. "You fucking whore!" It was Ma'am. She was yelling at someone again. "You asked him to fuck you? Who do you think you are? You deserved the beating, you slut!" Tears fell again...She was yelling at me. My fellow Dancer, a being who knew what it was like to live there, had said I asked for it. It took me two months to heal. * Physically I was healed but mentally I was not. I stopped talking to people. I stopped fighting. When a patron started to get a little rough with me I just took it. I no longer care about anything. Occasionally at night a roommate would sneak into my bed and have his way with me, whispering what a dirty slut I was. I never tried to stop it, but I never wanted it. I just knew that no matter how hard I tried to get away they could always catch me. I knew that I couldn't tell anyone because they would say that somehow I deserved what I got. I knew that somehow it was my fault. So I took it. Soon, I didn't really think anymore. Life was all about pattern, wake up, eat, get ready for work, sing, get fucked, get ready for bed, get raped, try to sleep, repeat. Once I turned twenty one I was broken, just a shell of what was 'Jing'. I wanted to end it all...I just wanted to die. It only took seven years for them to break me and once they succeeded nothing mattered anymore. I had stopped eating. So they forced me to eat. I had stopped bathing. So they pushed me into the tub. I had stopped drinking. So they dunked my head in buckets of water. That was my new life. I was a living doll. * I was no longer fit to have sex. I was deathly skinny, and according to Ma'am I was a walking skeleton and no one wanted to fuck bones. I was back to doing what I thought I loved; singing. But even singing had lost its luster. And I knew that men didn't care what they fucked as long as it had a hole because I was still being raped. I had lost the will the cry because of it. I don't know why he came to the tavern. I don't know how he found it, but he did. I was singing in the corner when I heard his boots stop right in front of me. He smelt different and yet familiar. "How much for a night with you?" he asked. His voice was low, gravelly, and yet it was soothing. "I'm not worthy of your time, Sir." I insisted. I could smell Ma'am walking towards us; her smoking habit had gotten worse over the years. "Oh, fair sir! Welcome to Flowers & Dance! How may I help you this fine evening?" She called. I heard the man shift. "How much for a night with this young man?" He asked. He was still trying to sleep with me and it made me wonder, for the first time in a long time, why me? He sounded kind, too kind. He reminded me so much of the night I had lost my virginity. I didn't want to go through it again...It was too much. "Oh, you don't want him! He's all skin and bones, but if you want another Chanture we have others whole can fulfill your needs." "No, I'd like him, please." At this point I was curious. I wanted to know what he looked like, I wanted to know why he wanted me, I wanted to wait and see what would happen, and yet I wanted him to ignore me and move on. He was kind...He was just too kind. Ma'am sighed and agreed to let him have me for the night. She gave me to him for cheap because I was "broken". Ma'am led the patron and me to a back room. This one smelt clean for once, so it must have been sometime around noon. No one really showed up at noon for a fuck. Before the door was shut he asked for a plate of food, he didn't really care what kind of food as long as it was delicious. Ma'am said sure and shut the door. I was undressing and laying on the bed by the time he finally shuffled. I was on my stomach with my hands opening me up for him. "What are you doing?" He asked. I heard a chair move and I assumed he sat on it. My first thought was that he wanted a show. So I dipped my fingers inside of me and started to pump. "You wanted this, right?" I asked with my face in the mattress. "I never asked you to do anything. Why don't you stop that and talk to me for a bit?" I bit my lip. He wanted to talk? I was certain that he didn't know what the tavern was actually for. "You do know where you are, right?" I asked. My tone was snarky, and with any other patron my ass would had been beaten blue. He made no motion to get to me. "Flowers & Dance the brothel if I'm not mistaken." I heard a smile in his voice. "If you don't want to fuck me why are you here?" I asked. "Why does it matter?" He answered my question with one of his own. But it was a good question, why did it matter? I was still making money anyways and it was a good thing that I was finally not being fucked inside out. So why did it matter so much that a stranger wanted to talk to me? It was probably because it was the most *normal* thing anyone has done with me in over four years. "You know what, Stranger, I don't really know. But if Ma'am finds out you're not using me, I'll be taking the blame. So what are we doing?" "Are you blind?" My ears twitched. It wasn't hard to tell that I was blind. I fumbled when I walked, even then, because Ma'am never let me study the layout. I was never told where things were and I never cared to try and learn. But I stumbled when I walked, my tail moved fiercely when I was in a new room. I jumped when I heard loud noises, all because I couldn't see what was going on. My world was always black. "Yeah I am. Do you have a problem with it?" "No I don't. I just figured if you were able to see you'd know that I'm not like most creatures on this planet. Your boss was giving me funny looks anyway." He sounded like he shrugged off my snarkiness with ease. There was a knock at the door. I heard more shuffling, the door opening and then shutting. He walked back to his table and set whatever food he had down. "Come here and eat, cat." He ordered. "I don't know where the table is..." I mumbled. "Also my name is Jing!" "Alright then...Jing let me help you." I felt his hand tap mine and I took it for support. He gently held my hand and guided me to the table. He didn't pull me, or force me in any way. He just showed me the way. I was able to count fifteen steps. "Thanks..."I said, sitting in the comfy chair naked. "My name is Xe'Hul," he said. I could hear a smile in his deep voice. It was an odd name and I've never heard of it before. I was even more curious about this man. "Open up, Jing." From a Black World I opened my mouth and let Xe'Hul feed me. Between bites he would let me take a sip of water to help wash down the food. Once the food was done we just sat and talked. "So you said you were different," I mentioned, "How so? You can't be as different as me. No one has ever seen a white haired, amber eyed, blind Chanture before." "I guess not, but no one on Arcaina has ever seen a white scaled Xolt before either." "So?" I shrugged. I had never seen a Xolt before. I knew about them but I knew that before the Great War they were used as slaves. "Most Arcain Xolt's are tan or brown. I'm pure white, as well as the rest of my crew." I tilted my head to the side. "You're crew?" "Yeah, I have my own ship, Jing. I live in space," he said. I was shocked. He lived beyond the stars? That was insane! The only group I had ever heard of doing that was the People who Lived in the Sky. And they were long since dead. "In space?" "Yeah, my brothers live there was well as my parents. I should take you one day. Get you out of here...Unless you like it here?" I felt something snap inside me. Liked it here? Oh no, I did not like it here. "I think your mistaken, Xolt. I don't like it here. I was taken from my home when I was just a boy, I was taught how to be a prostitute, I was raped, beating, told I was complete shit. I lost my best friend, my first lover, and all my dignity here! I have nothing to live for because of this place. Last night every roommate I had took turns fucking me! Today was my first meal since three days ago. I was force fed water this morning, and I was beaten by Ma'am *twice* already because I fell! No, I do not like it here you bastard and how *dare* you think I do!" I yelled. I had tears streaming down my face...and that's when it hit me. I was feeling things I hadn't felt in a very long time. He had fed me, gave me water, he guided me, he talked with me, and he let me express my feelings. I cried even harder. I felt two large arms wrap around me and hold me tight. They rubbed my back and kept me safe. He told me to let it all out, and I did. I cried and cried until I had no more tears. By the end of it all we were on the bed cuddling. "Why *are* you here?" I whispered. My voice was sore from all the crying and yet I wasn't embarrassed. It felt good to finally let go. "Because I walked past the bar and saw you through the window." He pulled me close to him and I rested my head on his shoulder. "I thought that perhaps you could use a friend. I know I could." We were quiet for a long time. Occasionally his hand would move up and down my arm. He would kiss the top of my head. He just held me. It felt good. It felt normal. I would have given anything to see what he looked like but it was impossible. I would never see... "Xe'Hul?" "Yes, Jing?" "Can I come with you?" I whispered. I fully expected him to say that he was sorry but he couldn't. I felt him sit up on his shoulders. "Would you like to?" His voice had a ting of eagerness. "Yes please," I said. I just wanted to get away. I felt him kiss the top of my head and he pulled me off the bed. "Here are your clothes! Let's get going, shall we? Man that took longer than I expected." I heard a beep. "Okay, we'll be up shortly. Start the systems and prepare for departure. Call all crew members back onboard. I have one last thing I need to pick up and we can leave." "All right, Capitan Xe'Hul. Medical Officer Xe'Zhi is ready for crew members. We're ready whenever you are, Sir." The voice sounded far away even though I could tell that it was said right there in that very room. It was curious... I had my clothes back on and I waited for Xe'Hul to take my hand. Once I felt his warm hand encase mine I felt strong. "You ready, Jing?" He asked. "Yeah," I said. For once I was sure of what I was doing. For once I strode out of the room with my head held high. I walked without stumbling once. I was free and it was all his doing. It was Xe'Hul who saved me. I don't know how I would have turned out if I had stayed at the tavern as a Dancer. I probably would have died. But I didn't, and now I'm thankful for it. * Normally, to take a Dancer out of the tavern you'd have to buy them. Dancers did not come by cheap so it wasn't very often for a Dancer to leave. It was very unlikely that I would have ever been bought if Xe'Hul ever came around. I had too many problems and I cost more than I was worth. But the funny thing about Xe'Hul was that he never planned on buying me; he was just going to walk out of the bar with me in his arms. It probably would have worked if it weren't for the fact that Ma'am was watching us from somewhere in the back. I smelt her before I heard her. I pulled on Xe'Hul's hand and tried to get us to move faster. Perhaps he thought that if we moved too fast I would have gotten hurt but it didn't matter when Ma'am walked up behind us and took my tail and yanked me back. I screamed as loud as I could and held onto Xe'Hul's hand. I wasn't going back. I would never go back. I would never have to sell my body again. I was done with it all. "Where the *hell* do you think you're going, boy?" She growled. I stopped breathing. I clutched onto his hand and I stopped breathing. "He's coming home with me," Xe'Hul stated. "You said he was broken. I will take him home and help him grow. He isn't broken but he's not getting what he needs here." We kept walking. She took hold of my tail again and pulled on his even harder. Tears started to fall down my face, but I still refused to make any noise. I felt his hand let go of me. I heard a slap. I heard a grunt. I felt his hand again. I heard the flick of a coin and we started to walk again. "I said he was coming home with me." * The process of getting on his ship, checking in with his crew, and going to the doctor's was busy and a little frightening. The whole time, though, Xe'Hul held my hand. I knew we were in the healers home when I smelt nothing. It was clean and pure. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I liked it when I couldn't smell anything, it made me feel safe. "Hul, who is this?" The new voice was deeper than Xe'Hul's. It was still filled with kindness. He sounded smart, educated and he smelt clean. I was fairly certain he was the healer. "This is Jing. He's going to be living with me," Xe'Hul said. He squeezed my hand and kissed the top of my head. "I see," the other said. "My name is Xe'Zhi. I am Xe'Hul's younger brother and I am the medical officer on this ship. I would like to give you a checkup. Is this okay with you, Jing?" I held onto Xe'Hul's hand and didn't let go the entire checkup. I felt safer that way. After a little waiting we got some information back. I wasn't too happy with the results. "You're malnourished, Jing. You need to get properly fed, three meals a day, and full healthy meals. Take a bath when you get to your quarters tonight and scrub yourself clean. We'll get you some proper clothes and a warm bed." He was kind enough to at least give my back a rub. "Hul, have you told him about the treatment?" "What treatment?" I asked. I didn't like that word. It bothered me... "There is a way we can fix your eyes, Jing. But it's very personal and there's only a slight chance it'll work." Xe'Zhi said. "What is it?" I asked. There was hope. There was hope to fix me.... "That is something you should talk to Xe'Hul about. He would be the one giving you the treatment." * "Your sperm?" His room smelt clean and fresh. The couch I was sitting on was nice and fluffy; which meant well taken care of. I felt warm and safe. Things were sounding great, this "treatment" meant that I would be able to see. I would get healthier. It was great!! And then he mentioned his sperm. How his cum had anything to do with healing my eyes I don't know, but according to him it would. "Yes, now it comes with added side effects." He sounded nervous. "Being able to see, actually, would be the side effect. Um...As you know, there are no female members of my species. Everyone is male, but we still have the ability to reproduce. Um, because we live in space my species often get mates who are from other planets but in most cases they don't have the ability to reproduce like mine can. So the Xolt will inject his DNA into his mate's body. The mate would then go through a series of changes. Some of these changes are a change in eye color or eye sight. Sometimes their hair changes or they grow taller. But in every instance the mate will get the ability to have children." Interesting. "So what you're telling me, is that while I *might* be able to see there is a 100% chance I'll have a child?" Interesting... "Um...yes," he quickly whispered. "I barely know you and you want to have a child with me?" "*That's* your only problem?" "Well, it seems too farfetched and if it is true I wouldn't have an issue with it. I like kids, kids are great, but I've never heard of a male Chanture giving birth." I concluded. "True, but you've also never heard of a white Xolt or people who live in space and yet here you are. In space." He sighed. "Look, Jing, it's just an idea. If you want it then someday you can ask me but I want you to know that I am here for you. I'll take care of you until we can find a new place for you. Until then you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch." I counted 30 steps from the couch to the bathroom, where Xe'Hul helped me into the shower and washed me. He showed me were all the buttons were and where a towel will always be. He showed me the complete layout of the bathroom and then showed me to the bedroom, which was only 18 steps away. He helped me into my new clothes and said he would teach me the rest later. * I cried that night. I don't remember why I cried, I was safe and I knew it. All I remember was thinking that this was a dream, a dream that I was going to wake up from and I would be back in that hell hole they called a bar. I wanted anything but that. I heard someone walking by and I cried even harder. Because I thought they were going to rape me again. But I wasn't going to have that again. I screamed and pushed myself away from them. "Jing, shh," he whispered. "It's okay...Shhh, baby...It's okay. I'm here now." Warm arms wrapped themselves around me and held me close to a warm body. I burrowed myself as close to that body as I could and shed quiet tears. It didn't matter at the moment that he was half naked, but it didn't stop me from noticing. * The next couple of days went by fast. He taught me how this place worked and where everything was. He bought me more clothes to wear, they were all lose but they covered my body and I no longer felt like half of my body was naked anymore. He made me food and we talked. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Xe'Hul asked. "No, but that hasn't stopped you before," I laughed, taking a bit of the food. "Why is your hair so long? Don't get me wrong, it looks good on you, I just feel you'd look nicer with shorter hair." "That's a good question," I took a sip of what was called milk. I've had it before but no one told me what it was called. "My hair is long because it's taboo for a Dancer to cut their hair." "Okay, I got that but why is it taboo and why haven't you cut it yet?" I ignored the second question. I didn't want to touch that just yet. "It's taboo because when the Gods had a scandal in the Heavens they needed a way to distinguish a demon from Dancers. So they came up with two ways. The blue beads and long hair. The blue beads are like collars as well as a way to see how good the Dancer is. The long hair is because Demons like very short hair, according to the ancient scrolls. I don't believe that but many people did at one point." "Okay, I saw that you had no beads, why is that? Also, you ignored my other question, why haven't you cute your hair yet?" I put my utensil down and sighed. "I don't have beads because I was considered a slut and a whore by Ma'am. I didn't deserve the right to have any. I haven't cut my hair yet because..." I trailed off. The reason why I hadn't cut my hair was because I wanted Xe'Hul to cut it for me. I was sure there were other people who could do it, but it was important to me that he did it. It just felt really personal...perhaps even romantic. I'm not going to lie; I was in the workings of having a crush on him. It was small at first, but it grew from there. "I see...You have a reason but you won't tell me. Is it really that personal and different that you think I won't understand?" He sighed and stood up. He was going to walk right past me, but before he could leave I grabbed his elbow. "I haven't cut my hair yet because I want you to cut it for me," I rushed. My face felt hot and I was embarrassed. I liked it when he touched me and I loved it when he played with my hair. Sometimes he didn't even notice that he was doing it and that was fine with me. I loved it when he did it. "Wait, so you've kept your hair like that because you wanted me to cut it for you? Why didn't you just ask? Come on, let's get to the bathroom and we'll cut some of this hair off." He said. He helped me up, but I no longer needed his help finding my way around the place. I took a little longer walking but I could do it by myself. Xe'Hul went ahead and set up a chair in the bathroom and told me to sit on it. He told me it was directly five steps away from the door. I managed to make it safely without falling or breaking anything. He poured a cup of water unto my head and started to brush my hair. "Do you like it here, Jing?" he asked. The nervous tone made it apparent that he was uncertain of what I was going to say. "Yeah, I really do like it here." I smiled. He had started to cut now. It felt good to have his hand running through my hair. "Are you positive?" "Yup. Why are you asking anyway?" "You're still crying in your sleep you know. I just wanted to make sure that you were happy here, with me and all. If you want your own place just let me know. I can get one for you; I'll even pay for it. I'm the Capitan, I can do that you know." He was rambling and it was cute. "Well, now that you mention it..." I chuckled. "No I am quite sure that I am happy here, Xe'Hul. But you do know you don't have to sleep on the couch anymore. I've been here for a while. You can share the bed with me." He finished with one last snip and my head was suddenly so much lighter. I stood up and thanked him. "Hey, turn around." I did, and smiled at him. "How do I look?" I asked as I touched my hair. It was just past my chin. "You look..." He took hold of my face with his hands and looked at me. I felt his body move closer to mine and I shivered. His lips grazed mine and started to retreat. It was an instant of weakness and I kissed him. My tongue traced his lips as he opened them. For once I enjoyed kissing. I loved the way he tasted and I wanted more...I craved more. "That...I have to go now..." I was alone again. * I went to bed alone. No one was with me. It should have been bliss but reality was harsh. I wanted Xe'Hul by my side. I wanted him to hold me and tell me how much he cared for me. But he left too. It was like I wasn't allowed to be happy, and if I came close to being happy the Gods would take it away. I was never a religious person but that was the only explanation I could come up with at the time. I cried silent tears. I knew I was reverting back to what I was. It was hard to come to terms with it but it was bound to happen eventually... Or at least that was what I had thought. "Jing? Are you still here?" My ears perked up. Was he back or was it just my imagination? My heart clenched and I bit my bottom lip. I so badly wanted him back. I wanted him with me...But did he feel the same? *How* could he feel the same? I was a whore, I was nothing... "Jing, I'm sorry. I just...I just had to think a little. I asked my brother what I should do. They weren't any help..." He sat down beside me. "They both said to do what I wanted. But I needed facts, you know? Before you showed up my world was made up of logic, facts and numbers...That day when I saw you I felt compelled to take you away. I wanted you, though I didn't know why. Jing I've been really confused these past few days..." He took a deep breath. "You cry at night and call my name at the same time. Then during the day you treat me like I've been your friend for most of your life. What's that supposed to me? Do you dislike me that much that you pretend?" I felt his hand search for mine. I grasped his and held on tight. My tears were still flowing; I was at the point where it just didn't matter anymore. It was hurting but...I knew that there was more to what he was saying to me. It meant more and I knew, somehow, he cared for me. "Jing, I can't lie anymore. I think I love you..." I felt him stiffen as he waited for my response. I sat up on my knees and rested my body on his back. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rested my head on his. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't love you..." I whispered. "After you took me away I promised that I would never do something like that unless it was with someone I cared about." * He was lying over top of me, kissing my lips, cheeks, and my neck. He caressed every inch of my body, and kissed every inch of revealed flesh. I shivered and moaned as he did so. My hands were in his hair and my legs were wrapped around his waist. I wanted it, for the second time in my entire life I wanted sex, and this time it was with someone that I loved. Someone that I cared for more than myself. "We're gunna do what's called a sixty-nine, okay?" He huffed. He moved so that his cock was in my face and his mouth was wrapped around my cock. "I want you to suck me, please." I knew what it was but I decided it wasn't the time to remind him that I was a prostitute. I easily found his member with my mouth and took him inside, sucking and licking. I played with his slit as he did the same to me. I rubbed my hands up and down his back—occasionally scratching him—and he place a finger around my entrance. He didn't enter me, but he traced me and massaged the opening. It was enough to know that as much as he wanted to be there, he also knew I wasn't ready for it yet. Before we knew it we were both thrusting into each other's mouth, occasionally gasping for air. I felt tightness in my lower belly that I had only felt once in my life: an orgasm. My whole body started to shake and I was ready to explode. "Nng... Xe'-Xe'Hul, I'm going to cum..." I moaned into his still thrusting cock. Xe'Hul let my prick go with a popping sound. "Good, Jing. I want you to cum for me, okay? Can you do that? Cum hard for me..." And over my prick his mouth went. With the help of his words and one quick suck I came into his mouth over and over again. My whole body arched upwards and I screamed past his hard member. I came so hard that I had stopped breathing and I froze. Xe'Hul pulled out for a moment to let me catch my breath, but it wasn't very long until he was back. Xe'Hul started to grunt and thrust erratically into my mouth. At some points he was even in my throat causing me to gag a little. "Fuck...I'm going to cum, Jing. Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked. I nodded and a flood of his crème filled my mouth. I wanted him, everything about him. Even if I could never see just having him with me for the rest of my life was enough. With him I felt like I could see. With him I wanted to be me and I knew I was free to do that. As much as the sex was great my favorite part was cuddling. I loved it when he wrapped his arms around my small form and held me close to his body. He would kiss me, but they were slow sensual and caring kisses that filled me to the top. I was sure, 100%, that I loved him. From a Black World * When I woke up, the next day, I could see the light. It was too bright for me and it hurt my eyes. We had to slowly get me to come into the light. After I was able to see in the light I was re-taught everything. I knew everything—mostly—because Xe'Hul tried teaching me while I was blind. I was also taught how to read and write. Once I was able to see Xe'Hul...I just fell in love all over again. He was handsome, sexy and beautiful all at the same time. I wanted him even more. For a while I couldn't keep my hands off him. And after about a month I came out of my shell. I still had problem, but I was able to make friends with the crew. I could talk freely to other and I felt happier. There was always something for me to look at. Once I was able to read I never stopped. Now, I never did get pregnant until after Xe'Trygg left to Earth. That was about a year after I came on board and he didn't come back until my fifth year on board. When he did come back he brought with him another little stray. A year after him Xe'Zhi brought in a stray. At first I was a little shocked when I found out about Earthlings. We were around Earth and we were picking up Earth transmissions. I couldn't understand them. It was odd to me because we had humans back on Arcaina, they were assholes, but we had them. So why wasn't I able to understand Earthlings? Xe'Hul explained that he and I spoke a common language but the Earthlings had their own "common" language. I tried to learn it but it was too damned complicated. Though, I read as much as I could about Earth. Once Steven was on board I had the translator implanted in my head. All I can say for myself, now, is that I am very happy. I have a big family—two sons and another on the way. And a large extended family, with a nephew on the way. I'm no longer the sad prostitute. I'm no longer afraid. I hold my head up high, and I always make sure to thank Xe'Hul for the wonderful gift he gave me. Though that might be why we're having a third... (Okay! This was supposed to be shorter than this and now I am tired. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! It's kinda early but that's fine. I hope you like it! Someone requested a back story for these two and I feel really sorry about the first*cough* almost the whole*cough* half of the story. It was kind of depressing...But I tried my best to turn it around into a feel good ending. That's why it's super cheesy—even to me... I hope you like! Don't forget to comment because I love all ya'lls voices ;) Have a good Love-Day!! xoxoxxx Now I'm heading to bed... Tae~)