She knew she was empathic, but she thought
that it was due to her life experience. She accepted mind speech,
after all, she communicated with Duchess and Naffie before she even
left the ship. When she encountered Zaron on the ship, her head
buzzed and she too heard the light stirrings of a melody. All of
that made sense; as did the rules laid down in the Codex.
After the horrors dealt to the fem during the
ClanWars, she felt that future fems certainly deserved some ass
kissing. What she found hard to deal with was the Goddess Ulna. Syn
had no use for organized religion on Earth and felt no lack of
morality for her non-participation. But Anya told her that the
Goddess Ulna actually comes and blesses each Triad.
Anya, with
her very Catholic upbringing wouldn’t find it as hard to believe as
I do.
If she went into the Triad as a non-believer,
would the bonding still take? She needed answers to these questions
before she climbed the stairs. Duchess sat patiently waiting for
Syn to finish.
::You’re worrying this to death. Does there seem
to be mass worship around here? Are there churches? Temples?::
Duchess picked up her paw and began to wash her face.
::Really Syn, what do you have to lose?::
::Two wonderful men who seem to love me
exactly as I am; that’s what I have to lose…::
::They know you and you know them. Whatever
this Goddess turns out to be—your Warriors think you can cope.
They’re waiting for you and Tigger’s waiting for me.::
“Both of you have been neutered, what’s with
that?”
::Juraens says the scientists here have ways
to fix that. I’d think I’d like longhaired Tiggers.::
With that remark Duchess lifted her tail and
left the room to go up the stairs.
* * * *
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s
courage.”
— Anaïs Nin
Syn gathered up her courage
in two hands and climbed the stairs; her Warriors were waiting for
her in the master suite. She wasn’t worried about the sex, they
already saw her naked and had no complaints, it was the emotional
intimacy, the actual bond that caused her distress.
I’m already
in love with them, I didn’t recognize it with Zaron until it hit me
in the face on the tarmac. It will be devastating if their
Goddess
—
if there is such a
person
—
rejects me as unsuitable because of my
past.
A woman’s voice, soft yet commanding, touched
her mind.
::Of all the Earthen fems I picked you, Cynthia
Sinclair, to be one with Zaron and Bron. They need the support of a
strong fem. A fem who knows that life isn’t always fair or
pleasant; who can understand their grief by having survived her
own. You will mend their hearts and your own heart will follow. You
need to learn to trust and they need someone who is strong enough
to shoulder some of their burden. Be not afraid, my daughter, your
destiny is to be beloved by many.::
::Duchess, did you hear that?::
Syn
called out psychically to her cat.
::Yes…there might be something to this
Goddess stuff. Go and join your Warriors. I’m going to have a go at
mine.::
Syn continued down the corridor to the master
suite.
* * * *
“How do we get her to trust us when her trust
has been so sorely tried?” Zaron asked Bron as they readied the
suite for the ritual bonding.
“The Goddess will help us and our fem. We all
need the complete love and trust the bond provides. We thought we
would never experience the ecstasy a bond brings again. She never
thought she could trust enough to love. We are all in need and the
Goddess has provided.” Bron picked up the three glasses for the
Asta brandy.
Zaron looked up. Syn stood in the doorway,
clearly at a loss as to whether she wanted to come in or run. He
slo
wly walked to her side. ::Pa Chette would you join
us?::
Zaron watched as Syn entered the room. He
poured some brandy into each glass.
“Syn, have a sip of Asta.” She took the glass
the swallowed it whole rather than savor the flavor. Bron and Zaron
looked at her askance.
::I may be crazy, but I think your Goddess
spoke to me on the stairs.::
Syn came and sat on the bed.
::You are blessed, she chooses to speak to
few except when we enter Triad,:
Bron replied.
::What do we do next?::
Syn twirled
her hair. She hadn’t done that since she was a kid.
::We begin the Ritual.::
“I just took a bath,” Syn said with a bit of
complaint.
::We must go to the Goddess cleansed
together,::
her Warriors replied in unison.
Syn turned to look at the room. The walls
were papered with a velvet flocked fabric. There was a six-sided
mirror encased in a silver frame over the top of the bed. The
furniture all looked like mahogany and the linens were a fine woven
fabric, overstuffed like a comforter, in lavender with silver
sheers that felt like silk acting as sheets.
Syn didn’t have much time to look before
Zaron led her to the bath. Bron undid the amethyst broach at the
top of the dress and it fell at her feet. Bron undid the strapless
bra and Syn was alone with her Warriors in her briefs.
The water in the bathing pool was peppered
with bath salts that smelled like the purple fantasies that
decorated the dinner table. Zaron rolled the briefs down her
legs.
Syn was glad she shaved her legs and groomed
her private area that morning before disembarkation. She had also
replicated a few razors. There was surely a Sarran equivalent that
worked better, but she didn’t know who to ask. Some esthetician
would make a fortune here opening up a salon that did nails and
waxing.
Her thoughts were scattered. Despite the
incident on the stairs, she was frightened. Zaron lifted her into
the bath. The two Warriors undressed. Syn looked at their naked
bodies in shock; their cocks were huge—in direct proportion to
their six foot seven and six foot nine inch frames. Near each man’s
perineum was a guiche piercing with small, stylized platinum rings.
Syn was a small woman, she wondered if it would fit.
::It will fit Pa Chette,::
Zaron said
as he descended down the built-in steps to the bathing pool. The
water circled like a whirlpool; but Syn could see no jets.
Bron stepped into the pool behind her and got
into one of the three lounge seats.
::We saw you look at our
promise rings. We have a cuff for you, if you would do us the honor
of wearing it after the bonding.::
But Syn was too distracted
to pay attention to what they said.
Zaron now occupied the other seat with Syn in
the middle. Zaron knelt at her feet and began to worship her body,
beginning with her toes and working his way up her leg.
On the other side, Bron kissed her eyes,
cheeks, and mouth. His tongue ran around the shell of her ear and
licked down to the hot spot on her neck. Syn lifted her hips in
pleasure. Each man put their mouths on her breasts, laving the
nipples and giving small bites to her shoulders and neck. Bron
produced a delicate sponge and dipped it in a jar of a cream-like
substance.
“This is made from Pinner sap from the Pinner
trees that grow here at high altitude. They resemble your conifer
trees with needle-like leaves. Pinner cream cleanses the body,
calms the soul, and heightens the senses.” Bron gave the sponge to
Zaron who began to rub the substance into her skin.
Bron spoke, “Concierge record ritual.”
Syn’s body immediately responded to the
cream. Each circular motion of the sponge made her vagina produce
more lubrication until her essence dripped from between her legs.
Bron carried her out of the tub and Zaron dried her body, planting
kisses wherever he touched the towel to her skin. They led her to
the huge bed in the center of the slumber chamber of the master
suite. The sheets were turned down. Zaron placed her on the left
side of the bed and climbed in next to her while Bron followed.
Bron began to make love to Zaron while Zaron’s touch brought her
nearer and nearer to orgasm. Just when she thought she could go no
further her Warriors spoke to her mind.
::
Syn, our Pa Chette, our Pa Syn,
we cherish you, we envelop you in our love. Yield to us your soul,
your love, your trust to our keeping, as we give ours to you to
love, to honor, and cherish from this moment until all the stars go
black and we go forth into the afterlife still together, still
bonded to one another, a Triad true to the Sacred Three and the
Goddess who oversees us all.
::
Zaron’s penetration was deep and she felt it
from her toes to the top of her head. Her clitoris popped its head
from underneath its small hood and burned with the friction. She
felt Bron slide into Zaron. They established a rhythm and climbed
to the peak together in mind and body. Three globes appeared in her
mind, hers was a regal purple, Bron was as yellow and bright as the
sun, and Zaron was the deep blue of a summer sky. She watched as
they merged at the moment of orgasm. She heard a voice, the same
one from the stairs.
::You three are now one in the sacred
Triad, Bron is the strength and guardian of the union, Syn is the
heart, Zaron is the soul. May you live in joy.::
She felt a connection to her two Warriors
that she never felt to anyone in her lifetime, even her beloved
grandmother. She was carried on a wave of love so strong she
floundered in its depths. Arms appeared and brought her to the
surface; one facing her front the other at her back.
::We will
always be there to save you, Pa Chette.::
::Your soul is more beautiful than I could
have ever imagined. You are grace, beauty and love, Pa Syn, and
your Warriors adore you.
::
“I feel things I’ve never felt before. It is
like I have been reborn and all of the misery I endured happened to
someone else. The Goddess is real,” said Syn in amazement, “and she
watches over her people. I see both the spiritual and the sexual
currents that flow all around us. How can I serve you? What can I
do to pay for what you just gave me?”
“There is no payment necessary. We three are
one. Whatever we give each other is shared among the Triad. You
will feel what we feel. All barriers are broken. There is nothing
left but truths,” Zaron spoke aloud.
Bron got up and went to the large armoire. He
opened the door. On the lower right hand side was a small drawer
from which he withdrew a velvet box and presented it to Syn. ‘‘This
box contains the matching labia cuff to our guiche rings. Like the
earrings you wore tonight, you cuff it around the lip of you labia
and it stays in place without a piercing. For the Sarrans it is
like a wedding ring symbolizing your tie to us. Would you wear
it?’’
::Of course, my darlings. For all that you
are and for what you make me feel, I will proudly wear the
cuff.::
Zaron took the box from Bron and removed the
small ring and handed it to Syn. On the outside of the ring was the
tiniest cloud, so small that it could barely be seen. She pointed
it out to Bron.
“That is the emblem of Castle Air. Bron and I
became Elders at an early age. With our status came the castle. We
bought these for our Triad to celebrate our new status. Nara never
wore it. She died before we could give it to her.”
Syn began to cry.
“I’ll try to deserve this great gift of trust
and live up to Nara’s standards,” she sniffled.
::Pa Chette, you have already exceeded
them. Sleep now, it was a long day and tomorrow will be more
difficult as we face the Elder Council.::
He kissed the top of
her head as Bron kissed her breast. They fell asleep, arms and legs
intermingled as one; just as the Goddess Ulna had prophesied.
* * * *
Dawn broke, and Syn woke with the sun in her
eyes. She tried to get up, forgetting that her linebackers were
holding her down. She looked at them, watching as they slept. The
peacefulness of sleep took years off both of their faces. Then,
golden eyes met hers, followed by bright blue ones.
Zaron spoke first,
::Good dawntine, Pa
Chette. You look beautiful with those purple fantasy eyes half
open. We should get up. The other Elders will want to see us at
nine tines and we should not be late. Bron you lazy laptard, get up
so poor Syn can have her coffee. Garlance and Stoker should have it
brewed.::
::Uh oh, I hope they didn’t replicate the
coffee from the ship,::
Syn said her mouth in a moue of
distaste.
::No, we looked in the catalog from a
place called Macy’s and found this Keurig coffee machine. One of
the other fem had this Keurig in her household goods and on Mark’s
advice we replicated it and the little packets. Of course, yours is
better; but this is for when you don’t have the time,::
Bron
said after kissing her soundly.
Someone knocked on the door. “Concierge, who
is at the door?” Zaron spoke aloud to the ever present
computer.
“Good dawntine to you, TeZaron. Garlance
stands at the door with a tray of coffee and the little furry
beauty who is spitting because the door is locked.”
“Unlock door,” Bron said as he rose. He
brought a beautiful robe to Syn and a pair of what Syn thought
could be sleep pants to Zaron.
“Good dawntine Elders and your Highness. I
brought the coffee, and the chef is making dawntine cake. He used
some chocolate frosting, I think he said. If you don’t mind me
saying so, Elders, chocolate should be second on the export list
right after cats. There are no banc in the garden this
morning.”
Duchess sat regally at the door, washing her
paws.
::Tasty little things. I’ve already had my breakfast, but
I wouldn’t say no to a saucer of milk. And you really must speak to
the Hulks about installing cat doors. Both Tigger and I dislike
having to wait until someone opens the door for us. On the ship the
doors opened automatically.::