Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 05:48:15 +0000
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Subject: Chapter 33-The Orb of Winter-Gay Science Fiction

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			   Chapter Thirty-Three

   Kian moved directly to the oak door that hung ajar, on the far side he
heard the tapping of drums and the tuning of guitars.
   They hired musicians for this? He thought.
   As Kian pulled the door open to step beyond, he took one last look at
the unconscious Nykoran. Tethyr's teeth did that feel good to just knock
his lights out. Things could have gone south quick in there, if I hadn't
stepped in. I guess I shouldn't have expected more from a nancy boy like
Alexi. I want you to know, Tethyr, that I curse you for this attraction I
have to effeminate blokes.
   To Kian's surprise, Tethyr responded. Don't blame me for your sexual
attractions and fetishes, Tethyr said in Kian's mind. It's not my fault
you've got a horse cock between your legs. If anything, blame that
monster. A lot of guys would kill for that blessing, especially everyone in
this joint. I'd keep it hidden if I were you, lest you end up gelded and it
finds its way into a medicine jar for a perverted collector.
   This brought Kian to a stop, and he dropped to his knees immediately.
   Oh stop it, Tethyr whispered to him. I'm just checking in on you. I
wouldn't have even revealed I was watching you except you invoked my name
and not to utter a prayer but to blame me for your love of sissy boys
nonetheless.
   Kian stood up and thought back, I meant no offense, Jackal.
   I know, Tethyr said. Alexi's quite the sexy dish, and I'm going to
tune-in when you fuck him and that other one...Paul. But be aware Alexi's a
schemer, Kian. Kind of like you actually. And have I ever complimented you
on how good you look? Specifically, I love watching you fuck. It's been
over a year. I can't believe you got that hung up over Talen. He's got a
lovely ass, but come on, Kian. There's other fish in the sea.
   How's he doing? Kian asked.
   You mean, has he cheated on you? You'll not be surprised to find out
that he's taken no other lover. He thinks about you a sickeningly twenty
times a day. Why the fuck do you have that power over people? You're a true
thief, Kian. You steal hearts and souls and they never get them back, no
matter how much of a slut you are. People will go to their graves thinking
of a single night with you. How does that make you feel?
   Powerful, Kian replied. It makes me feel like a god, which is how it
should be.
   You're an egotistical son of a bitch, Tethyr said.
   Is that why you love me? Kian asked with a smug expression creeping
across his face.
   I suppose it is, Tethyr replied. One of these days I'm going to fuck
that tight asshole of yours, Kian, and you're going to be on the bottom and
beg for mercy. I'll make you say my name. Remember, sex is always about
power and in my case, there's always a bigger fish.
   I thought it was rape that was always about power, Kian replied. You
misquoted that saying.
   Well, you can't rape the willing, Tethyr said with a chuckle. I want to
tell you that the condition of your killsuit is appalling. You could do
better. If it gets much worse, I'll replace it. But try to make it
last. Talen's is still perfect, but then again he was always more
considerate. Be careful, Kian. Zanda is dangerous and know that I love you
and am proud of you. Do not underestimate the Dreaded Irtemara or her
husband Zandine. Events are moving quickly now, and a lot of it is beyond
what you can control. The choices you make today eventually affect all
within my church. Keep the faith, Black Dragon Assassin of the Silver
Rose. Kill to advance the church and the faith, not to satisfy your own
blood lust.
   With that last message, the presence of Tethyr left his head, but Kian
still felt warm and fuzzy all over.
   "Thank you, Tethyr," Kian whispered and then went through the door.
   Kian stepped carefully through another hanging curtain of beads into a
large dressing room. A half dozen men and a half dozen women sat at mirrors
lit with smokeless amber sconces. The whole place smelled of cheap perfume
and sweaty bodies. Most of them were naked, primping hair and trying on
wigs and other colorful clothes. He saw feather boas, cheekless leather
chaps, and rubber body suits with nipple clamps. One black man stepped back
from the mirror, mid-thirties and with what Kian estimated was a six-inch
flaccid dick. He was easily the best-looking man in the place, but not very
lean. None of the men were. The guy donned white and pink boots with
leather frills hanging down, and then strapped a belt around his waist that
looked made of cheap leather. The buckle was tarnished brass and held a
fabric cup that cradled the balls and gave them support while allowing the
cock to flop free. The aged white-haired man he'd seen earlier addressing
the crowd from the entrance of the shop, stopped to compliment this
"model." He even stroked his black genitals fondly.
   "Flint, is this how you want me to look when I go out? You want my dick
hanging out for all to see?" the black man asked.
   Maladom Flint replied, "You'll be my centerpiece, Jhae. You are my most
beautiful model, after all. I paid a hundred gold crowns for an hour of
your time." Maladom carried a bitch stick with a lit cigarette stuffed in
one end. Maladom sucked from it, causing the cherry to glow red. The smoke
wafted along the ceiling like incense in a church.
   Jhae turned and tucked his thumbs into his belt and an assistant brought
by a tray laden with the "special tea" that all the male models sipped from
to make themselves hard for the show. Jhae knocked one down so quickly, he
spilled half the contents on his hairy chest.
   Kian quickly figured out what was going on. The models wear only the one
or two things that the shop is trying to sell and walk the runway
essentially naked. No wonder the pervs out there leap at the chance to buy
these things.
   "These boots are cheap," Jhae said, his dick already hardening to a
thick and respectable eight inches.
   "They won't be looking at your boots. And yes, they're fucking
cheap. But we'll make thirty gold crowns from them alone," Maladom
replied. "Twice that much if they pay to approach the glass and feel them
on your feet. As for the belt, I apologize for the gropings ahead of time,
but you should be aware that there will be some."
   "This isn't my first rodeo," Jhae said, laughing and stroking his
beard. "You get what you paid for. I'm a six on the auditor's scale. Ain't
nobody in this city that ranks higher."
   "Nobody I can hire, certainly," Maladom Flint replied. That's when he
noticed Kian. "Well hello there. I don't remember seeing this ensemble on
my roster," Maladom replied, "but it does look dashing on you. Who's in
there my broad-shouldered, blade thin devil?"
   Kian stepped forward and grabbed Maladom by the crook of his arm and
walked him backwards toward an office door ringed in purple feathers. They
passed in front of a screen that blocked off the runway, through it Kian
saw the room was almost full and people stood along the back walls.
   "Ow, you're hurting me," Maladom complained, ash falling from the end of
his cigarette. Kian rushed him along a bit faster, and it made Maladom drop
his bitch stick on the ground where Kian stepped on it, putting the
cigarette out.
   "That's it, you're fired," Maladom Flint said. "Let go of me now!"
   They walked by a barrel-chested bear greasing up his seven-inch dick
with Jade Nuru. A woman lay spread eagled in front of him, giving him
instructions on how he should hold himself while they fucked on
stage. "I'll be holding the jar of Jade Nuru like this in my hand and the
attention will be on you thrusting in and out of my pussy. Got it? We
should sell at least sixty of these jars by the end of the hour."
   As Kian walked by, the woman winked at him. She had frizzy brown hair
and gargantuan boobs that had stretch marks on the side. The guy was
balding up top.
   "Hey honey," she said.
   Kian gave her no response and shoved Maladom into the office, closing
the door.
   "What's the meaning of this?" he asked as Kian threw him into a
chair. The man almost tried to get up, but thought better when he saw
Kian's sheathed sword and the way in which Kian flexed his knuckles. "I
have all my papers. I assume you're here to check them, right?"
   "I am," Kian said. But in his other hand, he wiggled his fingers in the
cant. "I need to find the thieves' guild in Zanda. You've got the symbol of
Tethyr on your window. Please help me if you can. I'm not here to harm
you."
   Maladom Flint stared at Kian's fingers and then said out loud. "Let me
get them. They're here somewhere." He also started speaking to Kian in the
cant, fingers moving rapidly. "You're a thief? Why the armor? I have two
men right now working the crowd, and we're going to make so much money off
this show. And yes, I can put you in touch with the guild, but first you
must tell me who you are."
   Kian replied, "These seem to be in order, but I'd like to make sure you
have your liquor license." Then in the cant he said, "My name's Hunter. I'm
the Black Dragon of the Silver Rose. I have friends who will be contacting
me through the thieves' guild, and I'm on a very important mission in the
city. Wearing this armor affords me access to every place of interest."
   At this response, Maladom Flint's eyes opened wide and he dropped onto
his knees. "Please forgive me, Mr. Hunter. I'd no idea it was you."
   Kian fell to his haunches and said, "Shhh. Lower your voice. That's why
I was using the cant."
   "No one can hear us in here," Flint said. "It's soundproofed. I had it
made this way so I could conduct illicit business."
   Kian took a look around, saw a variety of dildos on a desk, some
synthetic pussies, and several wigs. There were all kinds of sexual
devices, probably for personal use, on one wall. "I have to say, I never
would have thought someone could make a living at this stuff but your
business looks very successful."
   "Oh it is, Mr. Hunter. We made five-hundred thousand just last year. The
sex and fashion trade is very robust here in Zanda. We promise to fulfill,
and there are lots of different appetites. If the rumors are true about
you...we've heard you rate as a `10' on the auditor scale...you modeling
even a single thing for us could probably net half that amount."
   Kian chuckled and shook his head. "No thanks. I like money as much as
the next man, but my body's sacred to me and to the lovers I bless with
it."
   Maladom Flint sighed in disappointment. "May I at least see your face?"
   Kian shook his head no. "Let's just focus on answering my questions, all
right? And Maladom, I'll owe you a favor for this. Nothing sexual...I'm
taking that off the table. But if you need someone reminded of why they
don't want to cross you, get word to me through the guild network and I'll
take care of it. I've gotten very efficient at killing."
   This statement made sweat break out on Maladom Flint's brow. He said,
"What do you want to know?"
   "First, where's the guild located, and are there any passwords I might
need to get inside? I need to talk to the Daymaster and the
Nightmaster...perhaps both. A cleric of Tethyr might not hurt as well, as I
have sins to confess."
   "The guild is located in Sooty Shingle. There's a pub called the
Spendthrift Mistress, and it has a sign with a buxom broad filling two
pints of ale with her tits. It's grimy and smells of pig shit, but the
cellars of the place go into the guild. It's a sprawling complex that takes
up several buildings connected by catwalks and sewers alike, but on the
bottom any storefront that faces the street is a fence for the guild. They
won't say they're agents of the guild either, cause the only way in is
through the Mistress. That way the Daymaster and Nightmaster both can keep
an eye on comers and goers. The password to get you in changes every
day. Down in Fish Town, there's a boy named Renfro that sits with his mangy
dog selling fresh clams. If you identify yourself to him he'll give you the
password. Everyone's heard of you Mr. Hunter, and most are in awe. But
Renfro worships the ground you walk on and then some."
   "That's nice to know," Kian said, voice soft. He had no idea people in
his church had heard of him or much less thought of him as a hero. Now all
the events of the last year seemed worth it. "Do you know where they took a
Valion knight prisoner? He would have been caught a little more than a day
ago."
   "Actually, I do," Maladom Flint said. "That's a dangerous prisoner,
Mr. Hunter. Skellhaundar Romax has him holed up in the Keep of Anghul in
the dungeons, and no one but knights are allowed to walk there. Anyone that
tries is instantly reported to Ser Romax through a magical alarm spell. I
doubt even you could get in to see him, but you'll need spurs. Not stolen
ones either. The spell can tell the difference. Kahket, who's in the
audience right now out there, brought Master Horigum next door a box. You
won't believe it, but in that box is a face Mr. Hunter. One carved from a
political prisoner—a Valion priest. Horigum plans to sew it to the face
of a slave with flesh crafting magic. All this to fool Skellhaundar's
prisoner into believing that his master still lives so that they can get
whatever they want out of him."
   "She killed White Wolf Beryl Loftcrag," Kian stated, voice aghast at the
news.
   "Not killed him, milord. He lives still, but what kind of life exists
one can only imagine. Kahket has a new toy. He's a powerful demon—an
Anatomica of Chagidiel. He's shown up here once or twice and commissioned
dildos to be molded from the largest penises we can find in Zanda. That's
where Jhae comes in. He's been our model for the `punisher.' It's black and
eight inches just like him. It's been very popular with the elite, but this
demon who calls himself Dr. Vampyr desires one bigger. He says they're
useful for his experiments, but it's just as important to him that they
come from a real person."
   "I know what you're thinking so don't even ask," Kian warned. "Yes, what
you heard is true but I'm not allowing a cast to be made of my dick."
   "You're too clever for me, ser," Maladom said. "Oh the lucky ones that
have actually seen it. I wonder if they know they stare upon one of the
seven wonders of the natural world."
   "I assure you they do," Kian said smugly. "Next question: have you seen
a group of travelers in town. I'm looking for an elven druid, a hare-foot
rabbit, a dwarf, a samurai with a big club called a kanabo, and a redhead
all hanging out together with some humans."
   "A hare-foot would stick out. I haven't seen anything like what you've
described except there was talk that the Rose of Tethyr was in bloom. That
thing in the thieves' guild hasn't bloomed in years, and they say its
petals are silver like the metal. That you're in town at the same time
tells me that this isn't a coincidence."
   That has to be Henna, Kian thought. "Thank you Maladom Flint." Kian
clasped Maladom by the arm and helped him to his feet. Then he checked the
door, opened it some, and took note that the show had just started with the
"Jade Nuru" demonstration in full swing. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh
and "oohs" and "ahhs" from the crowd bounced from every corner of the
tailor's shop. Kian decided to use his sidestep skill and teleported into a
dark corner of the street outside. Then he left the shadows and went
straight for the carriage where Alexi and Paul waited for him up the road
about half a block. On his way there, he passed by a couple talking over
the Bowl of Blood held tomorrow in the Arena of the Flayed Man. The contest
started at sunrise.
   I'm going to enter that competition, Kian thought, and I'm going to
become a Timeron knight. Please forgive me Tethyr, but I need access to all
the places knights can go in this city. Know that I hate the Queen of
Demons with all my heart, but this is something I must do. And may your
blessing follow me in this endeavor.
   Kian got into the carriage and immediately sat next to Alexi. He lifted
his visor, grabbed Alexi by the scruff of his neck and moved in to kiss him
with savage ferocity. Startled, Alexi's body melted into Kian's arms as
Kian lavished Alexi's mouth with the smoothness of his wet tongue, and in
turn he let Alexi lick the sweat from his face, in awkward almost puppy
caresses. He felt the delicate boy's body harden in his dress, and Alexi
gasped and turned his head to the side so that Kian could leave him a love
bite below the ear. The smell of Alexi's perfume wafted to Kian's nostrils;
it made his armor very uncomfortable.
   "I do have strong feelings for you," Kian whispered. "I'm doing this now
to prove it."
   "Oh thank god," Alexi gasped.
   "But...I'm going to leave you for a while, and it's strictly for
business. When's your ball?" Kian asked.
   "Two days from now. It starts at six o'clock in the evening," Alexi
said.
   "I'll be there. I want you to stretch out your arsehole by then." Kian
dug through Paul's bag and selected the right plugs. "This one for six
hours, then the next, and the next for twelve hours after that. Only take
it out to use the bathroom. Then it goes right back in. Use lots of Jade
Nuru inserting it. Get Paul to help you if it's difficult. Alexi, I'm going
to fuck you in that Scarlet Chamber. If you're not ready, I'll rip your
arsehole. Do you understand what that means?"
   Alexi nodded. "You'll fuck me bloody and my guts may fall out of my
shredded anus."
   "That's right," Kian said. "And I will. I'm not taking no for an answer,
not that you two pussy boys could say `no' to me about anything."
   Alexi and Paul grinned and so did Kian. He even ruffled Alexi's long
hair before gripping it tight in his gauntlet. With a tug Kian pulled on it
hard enough that Alexi's head tilted back and he opened his mouth in
pain. Kian savagely kissed Alexi's mouth with their heads at cross
angles. When done, Kian's lips were red with lipstick.
   "I'm also going to tit-fuck your friend, but I won't fuck his arsehole
unless you say it's okay to do that. We're boyfriends now, so my dick's
yours until I say it isn't. That means your cunt's mine until I say it
ain't too. You got that?"
   Alexi nodded. "Ow...my hair."
   "My hair what?" Kian asked.
   "Please let my hair go, sir," Alexi begged. Kian obliged and then hugged
Alexi tenderly. "What shall I do while you're gone, sir?" Alexi asked,
voice submissive.
   Kian paused and then looked at Alexi with a devilish smile. "Call me
either sir or master whenever you address me, but only in private company
like this. That goes for you too, Paul. Alexi, you're my dick slave. Paul,
my balls belong to you which means you clean them whenever I say with your
tongue. Do you accept these new roles?"
   Alexi breathed and nodded. "I do, master."
   Paul just said, "Absolutely."
   "Good. While I'm gone, fix my killsuit as best you can. And clean my
boots. Lick them clean as a matter of fact and don't tell me you won't
whack off just thinking about that, but there'd better not be a drop of
jizz anywhere. You don't get to spill any seed while I'm not around."
   "Yes, sir," Alexi said.
   Kian grinned because he was loving this. He kissed Alexi one more time,
and he did so gently to hint in his body language that if Alexi really
didn't want to lick his boots clean he didn't have to. But Kian was
secretly hoping that Alexi wanted to, because the act would validate for
Kian that he was "the shite." Then Kian gave Paul a kiss too that lasted
about a minute.
   "I'll see both of you in two days." He left both boys exactly as he
intended: panting and sweaty.
   Kian closed the carriage door, and started jogging down the street in
search of the boy named Renfro in Fish Town.

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