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The Misfits 
Chapter Twelve

 

"Orion," I sighed, stroking his hair from his eyes. "You won't sleep unavenged, I promise you that."

"How do you feel, my Lord?" Ransom asked and I didn't bother to look at him.

"Pissed off," I decided. "Where's my daughter?"

"She's being held in detention," Helena answered. "The conditioning was especially deep, as it had to be given your relationship with her."

"Was she harmed?"

"No, my Lord," she said. "What do you want to do with her?"

"Lady Preston must be interrogated," Ransom offered.

"An interrogation will leave her defenseless," I said, bending over to kiss Orion's mouth.

"Defenseless, my Lord?" Ransom cleared his throat. "It will leave her with the mind of a child, but…"

"We must know what she knows," Helena said. "We have no choice."

"Scan her," I ordered. "And once that's done…"

"A scan won't penetrate the conditioning," Ransom protested.

"Once that's done," I said slowly, lifting my eyes to his face. "Erase her."

"My Lord," Helena drew a deep breath. "If we erase her, we'll never know what happened."

"I know what happened," I told her. "Windham happened. If he didn't send her, someone he's allied with did. We'll take them all down. I want a meeting with the General Staff in one hour."

"William…My Lord…" Ransom said slowly. "The Duchess will return in five days. You can't take military action without her approval."

"Then get it!" I shouted, forcing myself to take a deep breath and relax. "She's not in dark space yet. Send a message to Talis and inform her that I'm taking military precautions against an imminent threat to the security of the Empire."

"A message? She's at Delphi," Helena reminded me. "Even if the Duchess replies immediately, and she won't, she'll be here before her answer can reach us."

"I know that." The curious truth was that my cousin's transport, the battlecruiser Praxis, was faster than even a priority translight message.

"He's not looking for an answer," Ransom said, fixing his blank eyes on mine.

"While I await my cousin's decision," I said calmly, "we'll conduct a reconnaissance of Windham space…in force."

"As you say, my Lord." He bowed his head.

"She will not be pleased with you, William." Helena pursed her lips, but otherwise stood stiff as a statue.

Unyielding as ever, her countenance thrilled me to the core and I felt a familiar yearning in my heart. Marcia had been right about my feelings…Tristam's feelings, but mine now as well and I was still trying to understand our union. The current situation wasn't making that easy, however; we were in too much of a hurry, I told myself, but when I looked at faggot's torn body…

"We are going to war over this…insult," I told my two aides, pulling the sheet over the boy's head. "Prepare yourselves."

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I began dressing myself while Esya watched and found the black boots and navy blue breeches to be a perfect fit. I'd changed again, but I remained the same. A sixteen-year-old human male, blessed with good genes and a reasonable intellect. I had a naturally athletic body, much more so than Orion had possessed, but he'd been several years younger than me. I couldn't blame him for that. I needed practice with my sword, however. A lot of practice if I planned on facing…

"Would you like me to shave you, Master?" Esya interrupted my thoughts and I examined my face in the mirror.

"I need one, huh?" I smiled at myself and I'd always thought I looked kind of like Han Solo, except for my dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

I'd never told anyone that, just in case they might have laughed at me. I had that kind of face though, like a rogue with my high forehead and square jaw, thin lips and piercing eyes. I wouldn't be handsome until I hit thirty probably. Girls my own age had always been attracted to me though, and faggots too, I suppose, but I'd never had the personality to sweep anyone but a slut off her feet. That had been okay back home because all the Earth girls were sluts anyway, but I knew it wouldn't help me out here. I was an earl, or a count depending on which court I happened to be visiting, and an heir to the Onyx Throne. It was kind of scary, actually.

"Fuck," I breathed. "I hope you know what you're doing, Tristam."

"If you'll sit down, Master," Esya said softly and the boy was playing timid with me.

"When's the last time you were scanned?" I asked, eyeing the straight razor he held.

"Scanned?" He frowned.

"Jericho?"

"Lady Helena had Orion's household scanned seventeen hours ago," the computer replied.

"Just after I was shot?" I smiled at that. "Was Helena scanned?"

"She was scanned," he replied. "Do you wish to make a detailed enquiry?"

"You know me too well, I think," I said, weighing my conflicting desire to know Helena's deepest thoughts against showing her privacy the respect she deserved.

"Master?" Esya waited for me to sit down.

"Purge Helena's scan from the database," I said. "No…Wait. Just lock it. My eyes only."

"Of course, Lord Admiral." Jericho smiled at me. "And may I say, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"A pleasure to be seen," I replied and then looked at Esya. "Okay. Shave me, but…be careful."

"Yes, Master," he replied solemnly. "I'll be very careful."

I'd never been shaved by someone else before and in fact, I'd never even used a razor myself. I'd always used my dad's electric shaver, although not very often. I didn't have a lot of facial hair, just some curling blond hairs on my chin. Esya shaved my entire face though, applying a warm lather of shaving cream and then scraping it away. For some reason that felt good. It felt manly and I rather enjoyed the new experience.

He sang while he shaved me and Esya had high voice, like a soprano, and I didn't understand the words, but I liked them. I liked him too and I remembered kissing the boy, the sweet flavor of his mouth and the delicate wriggling of his tongue across mine. I had a lot of queer memories and then I suddenly remembered everything I'd done to faggot, the things I'd done to me, and I felt suddenly dizzy. I could remember both sides of it, fucking him and being fucked by me…It confused me completely and I had to close my eyes, but that didn't help.

"Master?" Esya paused as he cleaned my face with a damp towel. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I said, blinking my eyes and the memories had receded.

I just had to think about other things, but faggot's memories lurked in my subconscious like a shadow and I had to avoid them.

"How do I look?" I asked, forcing myself to smile and it wasn't all that hard to do.

"You're very handsome, Master," Esya replied softly. "Do you still like me?"

"Very much so," I said, realizing I'd have to reassure all of my slaves in this fashion.

Nobody could truly understand the joining unless they'd gone through it. Even Ransom and Helena would have some doubts and my decision to go to war without the usual prerequisite councils and debates had made them uneasy. I almost regretted my urgency, but I'd been assassinated. Orion was dead and as the acting head of state in the absence of Talis, that violence constituted an assault upon the Empire itself. My declaration of war was a mere formality, when viewed from a certain perspective.

"Take off your shift," I told the boy. "I want to see you."

"Yes, Master." Esya pulled the white slip over his head and dropped it on the floor, licking his lips as I looked at him.

"Lift your penis," I said, wiggling my finger up and down. "Let me see your balls."

He had a wonderfully smooth body, soft and hairless everywhere but for the fine, platinum hair falling just past his shoulders. His pale blue skin had a shimmer to it as he breathed and I liked his small, hard nipples and slender shoulders, his girlish waist and narrow hips. The boy had shapely thighs as well, although he wasn't very tall for his tender age.

Esya did have a fine cock, however, as long as mine, but not quite so thick and uncircumcised like all aliens. That particular tradition was peculiar to Earth. He had nice balls too, large testicles in a low hanging sack of soft, blue skin. He played with them for me, holding his hardening cock pointed upward with one hand, rolling his balls and tugging on his scrotum with the other. The boy's erection grew quickly before my eyes, perhaps seven inches long and straight as an arrow. He peeled the foreskin back to reveal a pink glans already leaking precum and he played his thumb around the tip.

"Have you ever been gangfucked?" I wondered, but the boy didn't get a chance to answer.

"Are we entertained, my Lord?"

"Don't be petulant, Helena," I replied without taking my eyes off Esya. "Jerk off for me. Slowly."

"Windham has provoked you," she said, walking fully into the parlor.

It was one of several rooms that were kept empty until required for a specific purpose. Except for the chair in which I sat and the table beside me, there was nothing else but the darkness surrounding us. A silk divan grew out of the floor behind Esya as he stood before me, cupping his balls and stroking his pretty penis.

"Windham assassinated me." I pointed at the sofa. "Sit down."

"It's a provocation and you're playing into his hands." Helena crossed her arms over her chest and looking down at me.

"Lie down, Esya. My Lady of Cepheus prefers to stand."

"Now who's being petulant, my Lord?"

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I sighed. "I'm going to turn him into a girl, I think."

"If they wanted to assassinate you, Lady Preston would have shot you in the head."

"Maybe she has poor aim."

"Whoever is behind it must have expected you would survive," she continued. "Given your reputation…"

"My temper?" I smiled at Esya, watching him pet the length of his erection as he pushed it downward, teasing both of us.

"…and the correlation of force, the only strategic advantage to be gained is battle at a time and place of their choosing."

"Go on." I shifted in my seat, feeling my cock throb and I wanted to be sure Helena saw the bulge in my trousers.

"They cannot defeat the combined strength of the Empire, but that force is a paper tiger. We're dissipated by our responsibilities and require time to organize an overwhelming strike."

"They can't survive a war of attrition."

"Neither can we, my Lord," she said. "If you commit the available fleets to rash adventurism…"

"Ouch." I rubbed the swell of my cock and I knew Helena wasn't so cruel as Billy had imagined her to be. She was worse.

"…we may very well expect piecemeal defeat and lose time better served prearranging a decisive military response."

"I should arrange a commission for you, Helena," I suggested with a smile. "You sound like a staff officer."

"Please." She frowned. "This is their plan, to draw us into premature conflict and indecisive skirmish. They'll gain political currency, invest in alliances with other systems, and foment insurrection along a broad front."

"Keeping our forces spread thin and…" I eyed her small, hard nipples and knew she wanted some cock.

"Eventually negotiating a peace to their advantage," she said with a nod. "The Duchess will have no choice, any siege or prolonged campaign of attrition will only weaken her position."

"You're certain of that analysis?" I asked, opening my breeches with the soft pop…pop…popping of silver buttons.

"Given the facts as we have them, my Lord…" Helena cleared her throat and her pale cheeks flushed green. "It's what I would do in their place."

"Come here," I told her. "Kneel on the floor at my feet."

"My Lord, I hardly think…"

"Please?"

Esya watched with his silver eyes grown wide, laying on his side with the left leg bent at the knee. His erection pointed towards me across a dozen feet of empty marble and I watched him squeeze a dollop of precum from the tip onto his fingers. He brought his hand to his mouth as Helena knelt stiffly in front of me and I had to lean to the right in order to see the blue faggot slide his juicy fingers between those wonderfully pink lips.

"You'd rather I served you as a whore, my Lord?" Helena asked, kneeling with her spine stiff and shoulders back.

"No," I said softly. "Not a whore, my Lady; only a slut."

Her emerald eyes narrowed beneath her thick, red hair and I heard the skin tight leather creaking as her small breasts rose and fell with every breath she took.

"Sometimes I can't tell when you're mocking me…" she reached for the opening in my trousers, "…and when you're serious."

"I love you, Helena."

"No…" she breathed, wrapping her gloved hand around my stiff penis and pulling it free.

"I almost died without telling you that."

"Why should I believe you?" Helena stared at me through a crimson veil, squeezing my ardent flesh with her cool fingers.

"Because you love me too," I offered, caressing her cheek with my thumb and slipping my hand into her silky hair.

"Tristam…" she sighed, tilting her head against my palm like a kitten.

"I won't waste anymore time playing games," I told her. "Be my Mistress, Helena."

"What you're asking…" she replied, turning her hand to tickle my scrotum, pulling my balls free. "My family will never forgive you."

"I would marry you if I could," I whispered. "You know that."

"Yes." Her hand went back to my cock and she began jerking me off slowly.

The leather covering her flesh felt soft as butter, seamless and perfectly formed. Every part of her body from the neck down was hidden and yet plain to my sight. From her black fingernails to her leather bound clitoris, Helena knelt naked and untouchable. I pulled her forward, urging her to kiss my erection with her red stained lips and supple tongue. She'd never held a cock, never felt one against her bare flesh until the moment her mouth touched mine. She kissed the smooth glans, at the underside where the skin had been drawn into an inverted heart, and then she pulled away.

"I have to go," Helena whispered, licking her lips and standing slowly. "I've arranged to have the Council of Ministers present at your briefing, my Lord."

"Very good," I said, taking a deep breath as a smile graced her wonderfully oriental face. "I'll be along shortly."

She left the room without another word and I rose from my chair.

"Turn around, faggot," I breathed. "Give me your cunt."

"Yes Master," Esya agreed quickly.

The thirteen-year-old boy turned and spread his bent knees wide on the divan, bringing his asshole to my swollen cock. He watched me over his shoulder, biting his pouting lips and shivering as I slid my cock beneath his scrotum and along the underside of his own hard shaft. He had an ass like a girl, round and snug with a deep cleavage and I pulled him apart with my thumbs to expose the pinkish pucker of his anus. I gathered my saliva and let it fall between his cheeks while I hunched my hips and fucked my cock along his.

"This is your cunt from now on, faggot," I told him. "You'll keep yourself clean and moist and ready for any cock who desires it."

"M-Master!" He gasped as I pressed both of my thumbs past his sphincter, pulling his hole wide and spitting into the mouth of Esya's small rectum.

"I know a slut like you needs cock," I sighed. "So I won't be selfish and try to keep you for myself."

"But, Master…I don't…I never…" He blinked at me, rocking his hips as I pushed my thumbs deeper, digging my fingers into his flesh.

"Shhh…" I smiled at him. "You don't have to thank me. I only want my little blue faggot to be happy."

"T-Thank you, Master," Esya replied and his confusion pleased me a great deal.

"What did I just say?" I teased, pulling my thumbs away and replacing them with the head of my penis.

"N-Not to thank…Ohhh!"

"Ugh!" I grunted as I drove half of my straining cock into his wonderfully warm ass. "Ah! You fucker! Like fucking silk!"

"Mmmm…" The faggot grimaced as my hands found his slender shoulders and I pulled him back to meet my crotch, stabbing the length of my prick into his bowels.

"Take it, boy! Fuck my cock, you whore!"

I began pounding his ass with a vengeance, imagining Helena beneath me, shredding her precious virginity while she wept. What a teasing bitch! Esya's erection slapped his belly while we fucked, his sperm filled balls swinging between his girlish thighs, slapping my own as I'd drive the head of my cock into his alien prostate. I knew he had one because Tristam knew, and he knew because we'd fucked sexy blue faggots before.

Esya's asshole grew damp, his fag juices mixing with my precum, and perhaps that explained their pacific sensibilities as much as anything else. Esya, like everyone else from his planet, was bisexual and Mother Nature had seen to the details. His rectum produced a thin, oily lubricant and it really was very much like fucking a pussy. The boy grew wet and the soft tissue quivered with tiny contractions, massaging my prick while I drilled his hungry hole. Whatever discomfort he might have felt had quickly given way to something else entirely.

"Fuck me! Master! Harder! Fuck me!" he panted in his sweet soprano voice, the ragged words punctuated with the slapping of our bodies.

"Give me your tits," I growled, sliding my hands beneath his body to find Esya's nipples long and stiff.

I pinched and pulled them, grabbing the soft skin around the rubbery nubs and making them swell even larger. Soon enough I'd deliver him to the genetic technicians and grow the boy some real breasts. I'd have him sculpted into something more than a mere boy and less than a real girl. I'd dress the transgendered slut in fine silks and precious jewels, invest him with a title, and introduce the minx to society as my debutante slave - The Maharani of Rapere. That seemed a clever name for a clever whore.

"You're going to be my gift to Helena," I whispered in his ear, holding my cock inside him as the abyss yawned invitingly. "A sexy little spy just for her."

"Ummmm…" Esya sighed as my cock pulsed rapidly, spewing semen into the depths of his ass.

I kissed his silver hair and let my orgasm finish completely before pulling myself from his clasping sex.

"You may wash my cock with your tongue, faggot."

"Thank you, Master," he breathed, ignoring his own rampant urgency as Esya took my semi-hard penis into his mouth.

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There were the usual protocols to be followed after an unsuccessful assassination attempt on a royal heir. Every representative of every star system in the Spinward March had to profess shock and outrage, as well as their undying loyalty to the Empire through my person. Thankfully, the counts, earls, and barons all represented a great many systems and so the ritual only took a few hours. The absence of Windham's ambassador was conspicuous, but hardly surprising.

Likewise noble Lords and Ladies who attended the Court of the Duchess of Cepheus had to plead their ignorance, and were largely the wayward children of far flung relatives. The ministers and the military; sycophants, courtiers, and merchant princes; all of them condemned the cowardice and treachery of the act. Such things always invited suspicion and rumors of conspiracy, and no one enjoyed the illusion of immunity. Such times were always ripe with the opportunity to avenge insults, real or imagined.

Heads would roll, as they invariably must, and Helena had made a list, I had little doubt of that. Some familiar faces were already missing and I caught her ear.

"Lady Constance?"

"No, my Lord," Helena whispered, only that and nothing more.

They'd never liked each other very much, but I'd once found the woman's piquant sex a delightful diversion. What a marvelous slut she'd been, the Lady Constance of Cepheus. She'd given up her vows of chastity at an early age and come to Court penniless and fawning, selling her affections by the evening. Noble prostitutes are always fashionable sport and Constance had enjoyed a comfortable existence dancing from bed to bed. The disgrace to her family could never be forgotten, however, and Helena had seized the chance to be rid of her wanton sister once and for all.

For the good of the Empire, as Talis liked to say.

My military briefing began later than I'd desired and it had obviously been Helena's intention to delay it as long as possible. She wanted to give me that much more time to consider her analysis of the situation with Windham. I did have a bit of a temper, but I'm pretty sure that anyone getting his chest blown away would have felt the same way. I wanted to hit Windham with everything we had, right now and all at once. Obliterate the place, that sounded good to me, but I was in the minority.

An army major began the briefing with a geography lesson and I watched and listened patiently as he spoke around a holographic map.

"The Windham Sector comprises 605 star systems spread throughout 500 cubic parsecs, a volume of space equal to twelve percent of the Spinward March. Significant features impacting military operations include several black holes highlighted in blue, the recent supernova XG-505 located here and…"

Following the major, a navy commander familiarized us with the political structure.

"The capital world of Windham, located here, is the seat of political power throughout a sector divided into twelve semi-autonomous states governed by a system of hereditary nobility. The Barony of Arthage, highlighted here, is the most remote and includes…"

She spoke for nearly an hour, examining each of the political states and their leadership in detail. None of the various counts and barons were reliable, not to mention the Marquis himself, and the real point of the brief was to identify thirteen primary targets for occupation by Imperial forces. Windham and the twelve capitals would have to be seized, their governments replaced, and from there we would reestablish order throughout the sector.

A colonel presented the balance of forces, detailing our order of battle and the best intelligence we had on theirs. All sectors were allowed to maintain a self-defense force, as much for political reasons as military, and at times like this one had to question the wisdom of that policy.

"The Marquis commands three home fleets. His ships are modern and comparable in size and capability with our own, although their effective range of operations is reduced by a notable lack of auxiliary craft. As of twelve hours ago, the Windham First Fleet was located here, refueling in the Fvaer System…"

He continued for several hours and in the end, the conclusions weren't surprising.

"Given the disposition of relative forces, the defensive strategy we anticipate Windham to exercise, and a notable lack of intelligence regarding Windham operations beyond the Demetrios Nebula…"

"We have to wait," I sighed. "How long will it take to mobilize for a full assault on Windham?"

"Ten to twelve days, my Lord." Field Marshal Thrane, Twelfth Baron of Quill and Chief of the General Staff stared at me with his large red eye.

He had two black pupils and the left had a nervous tic, expanding and contracting at random intervals. Thrane and his kind were from an ancient world near the core, one of the first colonized by the budding Empire over twelve thousand years previously. One of his grandfathers had hosted Crown Prince Urey several hundred years previously. Now the old general's granddaughter, Princess Ureya, had that honor.

"But we will be spread very thin," he continued a moment later. "The internal security forces will have to be prepared to augment operations near the Gyre and the coreward colonies…"

"Ransom?" I glanced at my aide.

"Your staff is working on that as we speak, my Lord. We've requested operational summaries from all districts. We'll have a detailed report within forty-eight hours."

As the Lord High Marshal of the Spinward March, internal security forces belonged to me. While I had relatively few capital ships at my disposal, there were over a thousand constabulary frigates and cutters patrolling the shipping lanes. Tens of thousands Imperial corvettes policed the systems themselves. I had monitors, minesweepers, and gunboat flotillas, and the ubiquitous space control ships which served as roving headquarters for my commissioners.

Taken singularly, such vessels possessed little military merit, but organized into squadrons and fleets like they were…Enough bees could kill an elephant.

"Prepare a list of your requirements," I told Thrane. "The internal forces will support the military to the best of its ability."

"We need to find out what's on the other side of Demetrios," Helena reminded me and that hadn't been neglected.

"I have a battle squadron preparing for a jump to the Spencer Rift," the field marshal said. "We can't jump through the nebula without a fix on the other side…Give us a map…We'll jump to this point and transit the corridor. With your permission, my Lord."

"A full squadron?" Helena frowned. "A single ship would attract less attention."

"We want to see how they react," Thrane replied. "Our listening post is still operational. Windham hasn't commenced direct hostilities as yet, so…"

"It's still Imperial space," I agreed. "Let's see what they do. How long until the ships jump?"

"Within the hour, my Lord," one of his staff officers replied. "The Rift is a little over 800 parsecs away, seventy minutes in darkspace and approximately three hours to transit the nebula itself."

"We should have a better idea of what were up against this afternoon," Thrane said. "I'll have Colonel Jeejet inform you when the data arrives."

"Thank you, Field Marshal." I stood up and after sitting in that chair for five hours straight, I needed a break.

"Can you wait two weeks, my Lord?" Helena asked me as we left the headquarters through the adjoining flag bridge.

"For fifteen hundred ships? I guess I have to," I said. "You find that amusing?"

"No, my Lord," Helena said with a smile. "Merely surprising."

"Doesn't surprise me," Ransom said.

"Oh?" I looked at my oldest friend.

"With the Duchess returned, you'll be free to lead one of the fleets."

"What?" Helena frowned and I shrugged.

"The thought had occurred to me," I agreed. "It's been a long time since we had a real war."

"You can't go!" She grabbed my arm. "The Duchess will never allow it."

"I'm an admiral," I reminded her. "I have a duty to the Empire. Talis understands that, even if you don't."

"Don't worry, my Lady," Ransom said. "I'll keep a close eye on him for you."

"I didn't mean…" she scowled and her cheeks flushed.

"Where are we going anyway?" I wondered, just to save her Cephean pride. "I'm hungry."

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We enjoyed our late lunch in one of the banquet halls, which were never truly empty. Eulla of Braize lay nearby on a tapestry couch before a magnificent fire, the bell of her gown askew beneath the twin steeples of her spread knees. Her bodice had been loosened enough to let her pale breasts stumble free and a dark Tartian Prince gnawed upon her blooming nipples. The handsome noble had lost his trousers apparently and a pleasantly plump boy, his page, I believe, sat on the floor suckling his Lord's eager prick.

At the opposite end of the long table, Lady Lyst of Rigel had given herself to a half-dozen knaves to be ravished. Her sapphire skirts had been stripped away, torn into ragged, silken scarves and used to bind her ankles to the table's stout legs. They'd left her hands free so that she might jerk two of her lovers off as they spilled wine across her ripe tits and quivering belly, only to lap it off her zebra striped skin a moment later. Another had taken his place upon her upturned face, turned towards us with his dripping erection jutting upward and the Lady's tongue working at his asshole. Between her wide-spread legs, a fifth courtier threw his cock into her sex with wild abandon and the table shook with his efforts.

Such was the debauchery concealed within the depths of my cousin's court. A dozen other personalities were present and I knew all of them by sight, if not by name. They were less outward in their enthusiasm, however, and content to relax around the hall, indulging their idle speculation and gossip. My appearance in their midst had surprised them as much as it had surprised my two companions, I'm sure.

"You never liked this sort of thing before," Helena observed, cracking open the belly of a crab-like creature to reach the black meat inside.

"The new me," I said with a smile, ignoring the ten spindly legs clawing at her arm. "Does it offend you, my Lady?"

"Don't be silly, William," she replied, casting a deliberate glance at Lady Lyst. "I rather enjoy the spectacle…on occasion."

"Really?" Ransom smiled at her. "I didn't know that about you."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she retorted with a small laugh.

"Of that, I have no doubt," he replied, dipping his head.

"And now we have to learn about you," Helena said, giving me her emerald eyes. "I was very fond of Orion."

"A good lad," Ransom agreed, holding up a glass of water. "He had a rare kindness."

"Too much so," I said, picking up my own glass. "But we love him like a brother."

"Yes," Helena said softly and we drank to his memory, although he still lived inside me.

I felt his pleasure as much as I felt my own and I recalled stroking his hair and fucking his pretty face, the taste of my own cock and semen as I'd cum in his mouth so often. Our combined memories still confused me, but I didn't fear them anymore. The idea that I'd been a faggot slut had seemed to me the most alien effect of our joining, but only because I knew I wasn't queer. Fagboy had lusted for dick, but not me. Fucking another boy didn't make me a fag, only him, everybody knows that.

Like Esya. That horny homo loved cock like a little girl loves candy and I had a plan for him. I wasn't going to have any boys in my harem, no way. Srah had a cock, but she was a complete hottie and pregnant with Orion's child. Definitely not a guy and it was easy to imagine her penis as an oversized clit. A fat, cum dripping clit, nearly as large as mine and just as thick, and her cum tasted sweet as honey. Sucking her off wouldn't make me a fag, I decided, and I had a sudden desire to wrap my lips around her chubby cock and…

"I'm sorry." I smiled at Helena. "What were you saying?"

"I asked if you'd given any thought to returning to Mercia."

"After the Windham campaign," I said. "We'll keep the household here for the time being…Why?"

"No reason," she sighed airily and I shared a look with Ransom. Helena wasn't known for her idle chit-chat.

"Say it," I told her. "I know how much you hate secrets."

"Heh!" Ransom laughed at that and even Helena smiled.

"I'd like to return to Cepheus," she said.

"May I ask…"

"With you."

"Oh." I narrowed my eyes. "If there's some custom I don't know about…"

"We should speak privately, William." Helena looked around the room.

The Tartian Prince was fucking Lady Eula in the ass while his page played with her cunt, pulling her greasy labia apart and licking at her coral folds. The woman made a lot of noise, squealing breathlessly and giggling as she rocked her hips and rode the thick shaft stretching her anus. As she'd move, I could catch a glimpse of their union and the man had a tight, round scrotum glistening with the juices spilling from the Lady's vulva. The boy pushed two and then three fingers inside her, then a fourth and finally his thumb. I watched as he began to fist her contorted sex in time with his Master's thrusting prick.

Lady Lyst had her tits fucked while she pushed them together around a long, ruddy penis. The man sat on her stomach, straddling her body and jabbing his cockhead into her chin. Two of his friends were content to masturbate onto her lovely face, laughing as they played their erections together in mock swordplay above her eager tongue. Another seemed to be sucking the ball juice from her sloppy hole, although we could only hear his lewd grunting and swallowing. He was being fucked in turn by one of his companions, a rather large and hairy brute with a reputation for buggering little boys. Apparently he liked buggering big boys as well and I knew him to be the bastard son of my late cousin Horus.

"You fuck like a dog," I said loudly, looking at the man as he smiled, humping his cock into the young man with obvious relish.

"Because this one fucks like a bitch, my Lord," he replied, giving the boy's ass a playful slap. That drew a smattering of laughter from the small audience lounging around us.

"It so happens I've been looking for a dog," I told him. "What other tricks do you know?"

"My Lord?" He narrowed his eyes and slowed his hips.

"Do you beg as well as you fuck?" I picked up a piece of meat from my plate, the wing of a bird much like a chicken. "Down here, on the floor…Let me see you beg."

"I don't understand what you…"

"Oh, I think you do," I replied, holding up the wing. "Or would you rather play fetch? Do you know that game, doggy?"

"What are you doing?" Helena asked softly and Ransom had turned his chair towards the man.

"Adopting a pet, I hope," I replied loud enough so he could hear me. I tossed the wing towards the fireplace and it fell short, sizzling on the hot stones. "Fetch!"

The man's face had darkened noticeably and he wasn't smiling anymore. He pulled his cock from the boy's ass and stared at me. The banquet hall had become very quiet by then.

"I said fetch."

"If my Lord will forgive me…" he replied with a hard swallow, lowering his head, but not his eyes.

"I do not," I replied. "You're the bastard whelp of a traitor, begging the scraps from my table…"

His hands balled into fists and he wasn't a small creature, being half-Boeron on his father's side and who knows what his mother might have been. Perhaps a Guula'aan slave, with his hoary scales and reptilian eyes. The man was twice my weight and full head taller, but we weren't going to wrestle.

"So get on your knees before I cut off your lickspittle legs, coward!"

"No, my Lord," he breathed. "I'll take that from no man."

"You'll take it from me and like it," I said, standing from my chair and drawing my sword.

"As you can see…" he held out his arms, standing naked with his dirty cock gone limp. "I am unarmed, my Lord."

"Give him your sword, Ransom."

"William!" Helena hissed.

"You're out of practice," my friend reminded me, standing so he could draw the cavalry saber from its scabbard.

"This is practice," I told him as Ransom tossed the sword along the table with a clatter.

Such duels were hardly common, in fact they were a genuine rarity and fencing a lost art among the nobility. Only a few races maintained the tradition, the Cepheans notable among them as they'd elevated swordplay to something like a religion. Tristam and his species were the very best, having hundreds of lifetimes to hone their skills, and only the inexperience of a new host limited his abilities. My abilities. I'd never held a sword in my life until today, but I'd drawn it in battle a thousand times before.

Orion had been lousy with a sword, but I had a better body than his. I was older, stronger and faster, with better reflexes…and still sorely out of practice. As I've said a hundred times before, knowing and doing are two very different things. Thankfully, Horus hadn't passed along any of his own considerable skills to the man I now faced. He had the proficiency of a spectator and not a very clever one, but the sort of harlequin who mocks what he can't understand. Like a heckler at a magic show, convinced he knew the secret behind every trick, he threw himself into a grotesque parody of witless thrust and inept parry.

He didn't understand that he was about to die.

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"May I ask what was the point, my Lord?" Helena asked testily, her black boots clicking on the floor, her fingers curled into fists.

"He offended me."

"You insulted him," she retorted. "He did nothing a hundred others haven't done before."

"His face, his voice…" I shook my head. "His very presence diminished our existence."

We entered her apartments and she turned on me with her emerald eyes flashing.

"And who are you to decide that?"

"Fate decided, not me." I took her crimson hair in my fist and pulled the woman's mouth to mine.

"Ummmph…" Helena tried to refuse my tongue, but her fists were on my back, not my chest.

I held her around the waist with my left arm, gripping her hip through the skintight leather and pulling her hips against mine. She'd been so much taller than Orion, but not me. The few inches meant nothing as I felt my penis aching against her sex through our clothing. She surrendered and let me explore her mouth, moving her tongue against mine with a deep throated moan of approval. My hand went lower to find her small ass amazingly round and firm, and I cupped her with my fingers pressing against her sex from behind. Helena's breasts, taut and barely formed in their bondage, pressed against my tunic and I imagined I could feel her swollen nipples trying to pierce the leather that covered them.

"I want you," I breathed into her mouth, holding her jaw and caressing her oriental face as our open mouths moved together.

Her eyes watched mine, her hands sliding up and down my back, no longer fists at all. I played my fingers against her vulva, feeling every dint and dimple. A discernable warmth radiated from between her thighs and I filled my nose with her cinnamon arousal, drinking Helena with my senses until I felt drunk with desire. I searched for a seam, laces or a zipper, anything to give me access to her body beneath that damned leather.

"Stop…" she breathed, kissing my ear and pinching the lobe between her lips.

"I can't," I replied. "Sleep with me."

"No…" She pushed me away, which seemed almost beyond imagining.

I felt the emptiness where she'd been. Helena had pushed herself against the wall, standing crooked like an old woman and looking up at me with hooded eyes. Her palms rubbed her thighs with the thin squeal of leather on leather, while she drew a deep breath and then another.

"If you want me, there is a way…"

"How?" I asked, wincing at her beauty.

"I have a dowry."

"I can't marry you."

"No, listen…On Cepheus, a woman brings her dowry to her husband," she explained, standing straighter as she regained her composure.

"I know that custom."

"But…" She smiled at me. "A daughter may be sold for the same sum to a man not her husband."

"Really?" I smiled back at her. "And how much is your dowry, Lady Helena?"

"I don't know," she said. "Only my father knows that."

"The Margrave." I licked my lips. "He's a reasonable man. You should have told me this before."

"You were old," Helena replied with a shrug. "I didn't know how I'd feel."

"After I found a new host," I sighed. She'd had doubts and I could forgive her that. "Alright then, after the campaign is over we'll…"

"There's only one problem…"

"What?"

"I have a suitor."

"Who?" I asked and then widened my eyes at her sad smile. "No! Wren?"

"Yes," she agreed. "My brother has asked me to marry him."

"When was this?"

"Just before you summoned me from Mercia." Helena bowed her head. "I didn't know how to tell you."

"Because he knew I'd found a new host."

"Yes."

"Will the Margrave approve?"

"I think so," she sighed. "You know my brother. He can be very…persuasive."

"I know him."

"But my father's made no announcement," Helena stepped forward. "There's still time. If we hurry to Cepheus, you can speak with him."

"And you think he'll choose me over Wren?"

"He'll set a high dowry," she said. "Too high, but he won't turn you away at the door."

"This love is a foolish business."

"As I've told you, my Lord."

"I can't leave," I reminded her. "The Duchess is still in Delphi. We're preparing an assault on Windham…"

"I know." Her emerald eyes shone the way they do when she's feeling exceptionally clever.

"Say it."

"If you were to summon my father to court…"

"It would be an insult," I replied slowly. "Wouldn't it? Ordering the man here so I can buy his daughter, he won't take that well."

"Not if you require his advice," she said. "His experience and political insight would be invaluable during this crisis. Would they not?"

"Cepheus has long been a close friend of the Empire."

"You would rely upon his wisdom, my Lord."

"Yes. I believe I would."

"And if during the course of his visit, you should happen to mention your growing attachment to me…"

"He wouldn't take it amiss," I said with a cautious smile. "Would he?"

"Just wait a few days," Helena put her arms on my shoulders, scratching her fingernails along the back of my neck. "You mustn't make him suspicious, or he'll see right through us."

"The Margrave should be happy to be rid of you," I sighed, finding her hips with my hands. "Do you plot against me the same way?"

"It isn't a plot, my Lord," she whispered with a small pout. "Merely…manipulation."

Helena kissed me before I could point out that she hadn't answered my question, but perhaps that was all the answer I required.

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I felt exhausted. The day had been a long one, too long. I only barely recalled fucking precious little Mary in her precious little dress. I wondered what would happen to her and then wondered why I cared. Unfinished business. Orion had a kind heart, being the sensitive fagboy he'd been and still was. I could feel him inside me along with the many, many others. Tristam was the strongest, but his concerns were simple and direct - the Empire came first; I felt the certainty of that unshakable faith. They hadn't lied about that, but I'd changed more than any of them had promised. I wasn't the same, but neither was Tristam. Every new host changed him as well.

"Bambi," I greeted my mother as she sat on the darkened terrace looking at Earth.

"Faggot?" she whispered and I smiled at that.

"What sort of mother would call her son faggot?" I asked her with a chuckle, knowing exactly what sort of mother she'd been.

"A bad one," she sighed, looking at her hands clasped in her lap. "Can he hear me?"

"I can hear you," I said, sitting beside her. "We're one and the same now."

"I'm sorry," Bambi said, biting her bottom lip and the woman was as beautiful as I remembered.

"Are you pregnant?"

"I don't know," she replied, glancing at me. "I hope so."

"Me too." I smiled at her. "Do you want to go home?"

"I don't…" Her blue eyes looked confused.

"Or you can stay," I told her. "I'll keep you if you want, but not against your will."

"I don't have anything else."

"I know the feeling," I said, taking a deep breath.

Bambi wore her shift, white and made out of something like linen, soft with a rough texture as if unfinished somehow. I brought my hand to her shoulders, turning her gently by the light of the full Earth above us. She had fine blonde hair, but thick and curling at the ends, and it framed her lovely face.

"I'm going to breed you," I said, watching her eyes as they widened. "If you're not pregnant now, you will be soon enough."

"Alright," she breathed.

"No." I shook my head. "Yes, Master."

"Yes, Master." Bambi lowered her eyes submissively. "I'm sorry."

"I'm going to sell your womb to patrons of the arena. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"No, Master."

"Gladiators," I said. "Slaves who fight for the pleasure of their owners. The best ones, the males, are retired as studs to service cunts like yours."

"Master."

"I collect a fee and the patron collects any offspring."

"But…my baby…"

"Will never be your baby," I said, slipping my fingers along her neck and into her hair. "And I'll ask you again, knowing what I plan to do with you, do you wish to stay?"

"I think…" Bambi swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Master. I want to stay with you."

"Kiss me then," I whispered, pulling her mouth to mine and I slipped my tongue between her moist lips easily.

She seemed much as I remembered, but different as well. I suppose having her son murdered had something to with it and I wished Bambi knew how clearly I felt him inside me. He wasn't really dead and I reached beneath the hem of her shift to find my mother's cunt already wet. At least that hadn't changed, the woman was still a slut and I drank her gasp, pushing my middle finger between her pussy lips to explore the treasure I'd plundered so many times before.

"You were made for fucking," I breathed as the walls of her sex squeezed my finger.

She could perform tricks with her cunt. Man! The things I'd seen her do at those high school keggers. Bambi could drink a bottle of beer. She'd squat over it, lowering her pussy all the way down to the floor until bottle disappeared inside her. She could hold it inside and walk around, or lay down and lift her legs high, showing everyone the mouth of her sex wrapped around the bottle. The beer would gurgle and foam through the brown glass; we could see it draining into her cunt.

Bambi would use her pussy muscles to make the bottle move, in and out, fucking herself with it and not even using her hands. At least, not until she removed the bottle completely and it would be empty as she stood up, leaking beer like piss down her thighs until she knelt over some kid's face and let him guzzle beer from her twat. Half the boys from school had fucked her, more than half, and she'd sucked a lot of pussy too.

"What a slut," I said with a laugh and Bambi smiled at me, all pink and breathless.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"No," I shook my head. "Wait and see if you're pregnant. Don't fuck anybody until you know for sure. Understand me?"

"If I am…" she said softly. "Orion's baby…I can't keep it, Master?"

"No. I told you that." I stared into her blue eyes until she dropped them. "Breeders don't keep their bastards."

"I'm sorry."

"Lick my fingers clean," I said, holding up my hand. "You got me all wet."

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"What happened to you?" I asked, frowning down at Srah as she knelt over a chamber pot.

"I don't feel very well," she said, sitting up and wiping her mouth with a washcloth. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't want you to see me…"

"And so you're hiding in the library?" I smiled at her. "Have you seen a doctor?"

"It's the egg sickness," Srah explained, standing up slowly. "I'm pregnant."

"I know," I teased. "I was there. Remember?"

"Of course." She bowed her head. "I loved you before. I never said it…I didn't want to embarrass my Master, but…"

"It would have made Orion happy," I said. "You should have told him."

"Yes." She clutched her tummy and winced. "Forgive me."

"I'm going to ask you something, Srah, and I want you to think about it carefully."

"I will."

"Do you wish to stay with me?" I asked. "Or would you like to return to the Duchess?"

"Have I offended…" Her eyes filled with panic as I knew they would and I held up my hand.

"Shhhh…It's only a question," I said. "But I need an answer."

"I want to stay with you, Master."

"Good." I smiled at her. "I need someone to run my household. Don't disappoint me."

"I won't!"

"And go see a doctor."

"But…"

"No buts," I said, pressing my hand against her flat tummy. "You have to take care of our egg. Right?"

"Yes, Master." She smiled as I kissed her forehead and then grimaced, lurching with another wave of nausea.

"Esya?"

"Master?" The pretty blue boy had been waiting in the shadows, timid and curious and as eager to serve as he'd ever been.

"I made a promise that I'd never sell you," I reminded him. "Would you hold me to it even now?"

"M-Master…" He licked his lush, pink lips.

"Answer me, boy."

"Yes." He nodded quickly. "I h-hold you to it."

"Then I'm bound to keep you," I sighed, smiling at the hopeful, nervous expression on his lovely face.

"Thank you, Master." He bowed quite elegantly and I grinned at him.

"I'm still turning you into a girl though," I said and then shrugged. "Mostly."

"A girl?" Srah giggled, but she was in obvious misery.

"Stay with her, Esya," I instructed him. "Take her to Dr. Yes and don't leave her side."

"I won't, Master."

"Now…Where's Troy?"

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"I'm here, Master." Troy smiled when she saw me, sitting on a large, smooth rock at the edge of a small pond.

We were on her moon in the Sarabai System, or as perfect a copy as the computers could manage using the girl's memories. Except for the sky projected onto the domed ceiling above us and the painted walls surrounding a room which was round and some 150 feet in diameter, everything else was real. The plants had been grown especially for this, accelerated from a catalogue courtesy of Vonald, and at no small cost, I might add. I was still waiting on the fauna, but cloning animals takes time, even small ones. For the moment, the computer simulated the sounds of Troy's jungle home.

Seeing her posed in that garden like a golden goddess come to life, the outrageous expense of this gift seemed trivial.

"Are you happy?" I asked, pretending to examine an orchid preparing to bloom.

"I'm very happy, Master," she replied. "Would you like to teach me how to fuck now?"

"No. I want to teach you something else first," I decided, removing my belt and letting my sword fall onto the carpet of leaves.

I didn't have to tell her what I wanted, Troy stood up and walked towards me with his hips undulating hypnotically beneath her white shift. Her large breasts pulled the linen upwards, drawing the fabric taut so that the hem barely covered her sex. I could see all of her well-toned thighs, the sinews beneath her golden skin moving like a fluid as she seemed to dance along the path. Her hand swept aside the overgrown bushes and she dipped her head beneath a low branch with a giggle, her luxurious black hair falling across her face until she shook it free.

There were memories of other women I'd found attractive, but this girl's beauty seemed incomparable; perhaps because she belonged to me. That part of me which was Tristam may have been somewhat jaded, and Orion had always been a fag in his heart, but for William there could be nothing more pleasing to the eye than Troy. I didn't feel love for her, not like I did for Helena, this was more like…adoration. I worshipped her in my heart as an object to possess, a gift that I'd given myself. Billy had always been selfish and if it's evil to take pleasure in that…

"Kneel," I told her with a kiss on her forehead. Troy stood some six inches shorter than me, perhaps more, and I enjoyed that about her as well.

"Master," she whispered, opening my trousers with her nimble fingers to find my cock already grown semi-erect.

I'd had so much sex already, though. Fucking Mary three times and then Esya, the stress of joining Tristam and dealing with Windham. The delightful infuriation of playing Helena's games. Dueling with that brutish son of Horus. It had been a long day and the sex I desired was emotional, less than physical. I had the loveliest girl I'd ever seen on her knees, surrounded by a verdant paradise culled from her dreams, and I wanted to corrupt her the way I did everything in my life.

"You really are too beautiful to fuck," I sighed. "Take me in your mouth…No. Don't suck on it, just…Inside…Like that…"

Troy's doe eyes widened as she looked up at me, uncertain of what I wanted as I pushed her hands away from my penis. She held me between her lips, the head of my cock and an inch of firm shaft besides. She put her palms on my thighs as I slipped my fingers into her hair, holding her in place as I told myself to relax and let it go.

"Mmmph!" She blinked rapidly and tried to pull away as I began to piss inside her mouth.

"Shhh…Swallow it, Troy," I whispered. "Drink my piss."

The warm fluid had spilled around my dick and down her chin and neck, soaking into her shift. I stopped pissing and her cheeks bulged outward as she held my bitter urine and I remembered exactly how it felt and tasted the first time I'd made fagboy drink from my bladder. Those strange memories, inseparable from my own, filled me with a sympathetic appreciation for Troy's fear and confusion, but they didn't change my mind at all.

"Swallow!" I commanded, narrowing my eyes as if she'd angered me somehow and that's all the young goddess needed.

"Umph!" She swallowed hard, wincing around that beautiful act of submission and I felt a rush of genuine pleasure.

"More," I breathed. "Drink it all, Troy. You're going to be doing this everyday and I want you to learn to enjoy it."

"Mmmph hmmph…" she replied with a tiny nod and I let my bladder go again, just enough to fill her mouth. She held it like before, but swallowed after a moment and I rewarded her with a smile.

"Good girl," I said. "Here's some more…Are you ready? Don't spill."

"Ummph." Troy squeezed my thighs, breathing heavily through her nose and I gave her another mouthful.

We did it like that for well over a minute, emptying my full bladder one swallow at a time until we'd finished. I let her clean my cock and wash my balls with her tongue before pulling Troy to her feet and I think I surprised her with the urgency of my kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth roughly, holding her ass with one hand and tugging at her raven hair with the other. I fucked her with my tongue, filling the girl's mouth with our saliva and she swallowed that as well. My cock had grown stiff against her belly and perhaps I only imagined it, but she seemed slightly swollen down there, her tummy distended with all the piss she'd drank.

When I let her go, she smiled at me, looking shy and sexy and nervous for two or three seconds before falling to the ground like a marionette cut off her strings. Troy heaved and finally puked, spraying piss out of her delicate throat as she shivered on her hands and knees. She may have been crying when she picked herself up and ran back to the pond, but I couldn't be sure as she hid her face from me. I left her there, hunched over the water with her virgin sex exposed beneath her shift, and the temptation to mount the girl was very nearly overwhelming.

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"This was your idea, wasn't it?"

"Hmmm…" Marcia sighed sleepily, curled up beside me on the bed and Helena had left me frustrated.

Nothing could distract me from her, at least not for very long. Why did Tristam have to fall in love with the only virgin on this whole fucked up ship? Not including Troy, of course; slaves didn't count and I could fuck her anytime I wanted. But Helena wasn't a slave, she was the daughter of a Cephean noble and as badly as I wanted her, as desperately as she wanted to give herself to me…We weren't even supposed to kiss! Fuck! I couldn't get her out of my head.

"Bringing me here," I said. "They never would have picked me otherwise. It was your idea."

"Yeah," Marcia agreed, kissing my chest and teasing my left nipple with her tongue. "He loved you…Sometimes. We both did."

"You tricked me. Bringing me to faggot's harem after I said no; I can't believe I fell for that."

"You're only sixteen, Master," she licked my armpit and I shivered.

"Mmmm…" I reached down to stroke Srah's smooth, bald head as she nursed lazily on my semi-hard cock.

She claimed that eating human sperm cured egg sickness. Who knows? Maybe it did. She seemed to be feeling better anyway, but my balls were empty after she'd sucked me off twice. The others had pouted and complained, but not too much. Srah was their Mistress, the slave in charge of all the others, and they knew better than to argue with the girl.

"It wasn't a trick anyway," Marcia whispered a moment later, after giving me a dark hickey on my shoulder. "It was a promise. You've got everything you want now, right?"

"Mostly," I sighed, pulling her mouth to mine for a real kiss.

Troy's arm tightened around my stomach and her humid breath tickled my ribs as she slept beside me. Bambi lay on the other side of the girl, spooning with her tits against the girl's golden back, while Esya held Marcia with his penis still trapped inside her cunt. Or maybe it had come out of the girl, I couldn't be sure and it didn't matter anyway. All I really knew was that lying in the middle of five warm, soft female bodies felt really great.

I just wished Helena would let me sleep.

 

Chapter 13