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Subject: Journal Entry 098 / 0528  [ Distracting Aaden ]
Date: 21 Mar 1996 13:18:37 GMT
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Seren, Lothess 1, 0528

    "Nervous?" I asked Wilshas.  He had been pacing the length of 
the living room for half and hour already.

    "Yeah," he said.  "A little.  I mean, until today, I'd just 
been Nyss's playmate, her friend.  Now, I mean, I'm being asked to 
sire hers... and yours, sir, if you don't mind my saying so... 
child.  It's a bit of surprise when Vatare' comes to you and says 
'Be the father to my mate's children.'"

    I chuckled and shook my head.  "You'll do fine.  And stop 
worrying about my reaction to the whole thing; In this regard think 
of it as just another cross-species family."

    "I know, I know; I've sired three children, and raised two of 
them.  I've done this before.  It's just... Do me a favor and don't 
tell anyone who I am."

    I raised an eyebrow and said, "Why not?"

    "Well, if word got out that Vatare' Shardik and the first lead 
of Cutter's agreed that I was the best choice to sire their 
children... My Fa, I won't be able to keep the women off of me."

    I laughed and said, "Is that a problem?"

    "It is during competition season."

    "Oh.  Okay, I see your point.  Speaking of which, when is your 
next?"

    "Well, the next one is going to be at Stirrangold in ten days.  
I blipped out there to see the 'incredible' waves they have there.  
You know, I didn't get one good curl all day."

    "Well, maybe that's part of it's charm."

    "Sure you couldn't ask for a good storm out to sea the day of 
the competition?  I only really do well on high seas."

    "Learn," I said.  "It takes skill to look good on meter waves."

    The door opened just as he was about to respond and Rowan 
walked in, followed by the silly stuffed-pillow dragondroid Paul 
had assigned to her for the duration.  "Hi!" I said as she came in.

    She returned the greeting and sat down wearily on the couch.  
"I'm tired."

    "Tired?" I asked.  "But tonight's the big night.  Top of the 
cycle for both you and P'nyssa.  Better not be tired."

    "Well, let me relax first.  That smells great, what is it?"

    "What, in the kitchen?  Baked salmon.  Aaden's request."  She 
nodded.  "Why are you so tired."

    "Paul is trying to get me into shape; the UFT system left me 
with pretty atrophied muscles when I was decanted.  He's trying to 
turn me into Aaden."

    "It is for her own good; Doctor Lewis explained that to her," 
the 'droid said peevishly.  Whoever had programmed this incredibly 
silly- looking green 'droid with that nasal, sycophantic accent... 
Of course, I know damn well who it was.  David.

    I laughed and said, "I bet."  I walked over to her and said, 
"Don't I get a hug?"

    "Of course you get a hug.  Just don't ask me to stand up."  I 
leaned over and hugged her close, scratching her back gently as I 
did so.  She sighed and said, "Oh, that feels good.  Don't you dare 
stop."

    I followed her orders carefully, scratching and rubbing her 
furry back softly, concentrating on her shoulders and on the tight 
knot of muscles at the base of her tail.  "You know, Rowan, you 
don't need to hold your tail up all the time."

    "My tail drags on the ground if I don't."  Which was true; she 
did have a long tail for a Mephit.  "Besides, people tell me that I 
look sexier when I do."

    "Yeah, but that's because Mephits are based on a skunk-image; I 
don't think that without that cultural reference you'd be thought 
any less of because you didn't hold your tail high thirty hours a 
day."

    She shrugged against me as I rubbed and said, "So?  People 
still think it's prettier when I do."

    "I suppose."  I backed away from her and said "Better?"

    "Much, thank you."

    "You're welcome."  The door opened and Aaden and P'nyssa 
wandered in together.  I rose to hug him, but he put his hand up 
and said, "I'm all sweaty and dusty," so I hugged P'nyssa instead.  
She melded her body against me and I sighed with pleasure.  "Love 
you," I said.

    "I love you too," she laughed.  "How was your day?"

    "Not bad, not bad."

    "And yours?" she asked Wilshas.

    "Oh, the usual," he said.  "Working out, swimming in the pond, 
making arrangements with my crew for the big compete next week."

    "The usual," she said, smiling.  I liked Wilshas, but I had yet 
to see what it was P'nyssa saw in the professional surfer.

    "Shall we eat?" I said, walking back into the kitchen and 
checking the oven.

    "Can I shower first?" Aaden complained, sniffing himself 
delicately.

    I looked under the lid and said, "You've got six minutes, 
tops."

    "Done," he said.

    When he had returned we sat down and ate; conversation was 
light and casual.  Aaden rose to clear off the table by first 
putting a tray on his upright tail, then placing glasses on it.  
"How are you doing that?" I asked.

    "Doing what?" he asked innocently.

    "Balancing that tray on your tail.  Your tail doesn't have that 
kind of strength.  At least, I don't think it does."

    "I'll show you when I get back."  He walked into the kitchen, 
holding his tail a little to the right, put the dishware in the 
sink and came back with the empty tray.  "Reach up to the tip of my 
tail," he said.  I did, and felt something about a cent thick 
coiled under his fur.  "Feel that?" he asked.

    "Yeah?"

    "Controlled pressor module.  It makes a cute effect in 
restaurants and bars.  I saw someone using one in Rhysh and just 
had to know the trick."

    "Cute," I agreed, shaking my head slowly.  What some people 
will do just for the appearance.  Still, it made a good visual.

    After the table had been cleared off, the five of us sat 
around, looking at one another, waiting for the cue.  P'nyssa 
finally broke the silence by saying, "If you three will excuse me, 
I'm taking this handsome young melTindal into the bedroom and 
making love to him until his eyes drop out."

    "Sounds wonderful," Wilshas said, sarcastic but smiling.

    P'nyssa laughed and held out her mitt.  "Come on, gorgeous."

    He rose and followed her down into the bedroom.  I watched them 
go with a mixture of envy and hope; I love P'nyssa too much not to 
be at least a little bit jealous, and a little bit worried, and I 
also wanted very much for them to succeed.

    I turned back to Aaden and Rowan, who were now staring at me.  
"Well," I said, a little uncomfortably, "Do you two want to be 
alone?"

    Aaden turned to Rowan and said, "I wouldn't mind if he stayed."

    "He better stay," Rowan returned.  "On the count of three.  
One."  What the?  "Two."

    "Okay, what are you two thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

    "Three!" Rowan said, leaping from her chair.  Aaden and she 
simultaneously grabbed me by the shoulders and tipped my chair 
back,
easing me down to the floor as fast as safely possible before they 
descended on me, tickling me mercilessly.  "Aaden!  Stop!"

    "Oh, no," he said, smiling.  "I like watching you squirm in 
helpless giggles."  He dug his fingers under my arm to make the 
point, pulling my shirt up in the process.  I did indeed dissolve, 
helplessly, laughing out loud and squirming against their 
assaulting paws.  "Dammit!" I screamed.  "Stop!"

    And they did.  I sat up and swept a lock of hair out from my 
eyes, glaring at them both.  Aaden leaned over and kissed my cheek 
softly.  "Just getting your attention, lover," he said gently. 

    "Well, you've got it," I said angrily.  But as I look into his 
face the anger melted, and I touched his throat gently with the 
back of my hand, stroking his fur.  "I love you," I said.

    "I know.  That's why we're here.  All of us."

    I smiled, turned to Rowan and said, "Come here."  She leaned in 
slowly and I kissed her on the nose.  "And I love you too.  I'm 
glad you decided to stay with us."

    "Me too," she said, sighing.  She opened her mouth to speak, 
closed it again, then said, "You know, Ken, that when I came out of 
that tank the second time, I hated you."  I nodded, not at all 
surprised at her statement.  "All that I was, was gone.  Everything 
I had been, all the power and the speed that had been Rowan Masters 
was gone, like it had never been."

    "And then you came to visit me, and I saw you, through these 
eyes, and then you touched me, like Ember touched me the first 
time, and the sensation, the thought, was so... I don't know.  
'Powerful' doesn't describe it.  'Profound,' I guess."  She smiled 
tightly and said, "I like what I am, this small, personal thing 
that I am.  That you two are.  If I never thank you for it, it's 
just because I can still feel what I was.  But I'm ready for 
tonight; I've never wanted what we're going to do tonight more."

    I nodded again and leaned over to kiss her again.  "Thank you," 
I said.  "For that admission."

    "It's the truth."  She smiled and leaned over to kiss Aaden.  
He closed his eyes; the expression on his face forced me to stifle 
a laugh- halfway between anticipation and reservation, he looked as 
if he was ready for it, but not ready for her.

    I eased myself behind him, careful not to sit on his tail, and 
reached around him to feel his nipples under his fur.  "I love 
you," I said, whispering into his ear.  I must have tickled his fur 
slightly; his ear flicked against my nose.

    He reached up behind himself and put his hand on my head, 
ruffling my hair.  "I love you too."

    I reached down to his side and tugged on the drawstring that 
kept his sweatpants closed.  It came free with an easy pull, and I 
pulled loose the strands that crossed over the tail-hole, making it 
easy for Rowan to pull them off.  He raised his hips to make it 
easier.

    Rowan gasped.  "'rix, Ken, he's big."

    "I warned you."

    "I know, but you didn't warn me enough."

    I smiled and said, "And he's not even hard yet."

    "I can change that," she smiled, leaning over and nibbling 
softly at the opening of his thick sheath.  He groaned and 
whispered to me, "I don't know..."

    Somehow, it came to me right then, the perfect response.  "Do I 
have to blindfold you so you won't know the difference, cub?" I 
answered him, with a cold edge to my voice.

    "No, my Lord," he said, looking down.  The way he said "My 
Lord" sent chills down my spine.  And the threat had an obvious 
effect on him; Rowan smiled up at the both of us as his cock 
hardened slightly, the pink tip sliding out of his sheath.  
"Rowan," I whispered, "bite him a little."

    He whimpered, a high-pitched whine, and I said, "Hush, cub."  
He was silent until Rowan began gently abusing his sheath with her 
teeth, running her tongue in tight circles around the head of his 
cock.  He squirmed, his cock hardening.  Small whines came from his 
throat again as I put my hands over his eyes; I know how much he 
hates being blindfolded, but I also know how much he trusts me.  I 
encircled his waist with my other hand and grabbed his balls, 
squeezing and twisting them slightly.  He began to squirm even 
more, his cock coming to full flare.

    Rowan smiled and stood up, dropping the robe she wore.  Her 
breasts were large, her hips wide; her body is magnificent.  Her 
fur is thick and expansive; rolling around with her in bed is a joy 
forever if you don't mind having a hairball in the morning.  And 
she's well-built for what she was about to put herself through: 
pregnancy.  As I slid my hand up to stroke Aaden's shaft, she knelt 
down again over him.  "Ready?" I asked.

    She nodded.  I'd asked her not to say anything during the 
evening; probably a silly precaution.  I watched in fascination as 
she slid her paws between her thighs, stroking between her lips.  I 
grabbed Aaden's cock and pushed it away from his belly, aiming it 
towards her.  She crawled forward a step and nuzzled her cunt up 
against his proffered cock.  I heard him whimper again as she slid 
his thick penis into her, and the whimper was joined by her sigh.

    "Hush, cub," I reminded him as she began to stroke up and down.  
For balance she put her hands on his shoulders.  She wasn't quite 
able to get all of him into her, and I don't think she would have 
wanted to try.  As it was, she was doing a ring of a job.

    "I bet," I whispered into his ear, "I bet you'd love to be on 
the receiving end tonight.  I bet you'd rather have me turn you 
over and fuck you hard, right cub?"

    He whimpered, a high-pitched "Mm-hmm" of acknowledgment.  "I 
bet you'd like me to follow this up by my sliding a hand into 
you... "  I let the pause go on for an evil length of time while 
Rowan stroked his thick cock.  "I bet you'd like two hands 
tonight."

    There was no coherence behind his whimper this time; I could 
feel his eyes flickering back and forth under my palm, searching 
desperately for a point of light, a sign that might tell him what 
was happening that he could not feel.  With my other hand I reached 
around his chest and began stroking his nipples, hard.  As I played 
with his chest I could feel his ribs under muscle under skin, and 
with an evil grin I pressed inwards and rolled my fingers up; he 
squealed and squirmed harder.  That hurts, and I should know.  I 
looked up at Rowan, who had opened her eyes momentarily upon 
hearing his muffled scream.  I smiled at her; she shook her head 
and went back to stroking his cock with her sex, pressing down deep 
with every stroke.  I could see her shuddering with the effort of 
pressing the head of his huge shaft against the back wall of her 
cervix.

    "Want me to do that again, cub?" I asked.

    "No, my Lord," he replied, breathing hard.

    "Then you're going to come for me, aren't you?"

    "Yes, my Lord."

    "How soon?"

    "Very soon, my Lord."

    "Better make is soon, cub," I said, grabbing a nipple and 
twisting it again, a little harder this time.  He squirmed in 
response; Rowan was slamming downward.  I was covering Aaden's eyes 
so he couldn't see it, but I wanted to watch her reaction when he 
came.  I didn't have to wait a long time.  Aaden's body tensed, and 
tensed more.  I'd never seen him fight so hard for his orgasm 
before.  Rowan was staring into his face, and I could see her 
reactions as he got closer, tenser, tighter.  Suddenly, he threw 
his head back and screamed, his whole body quaking as he came into 
her.  I lost my grip on his eyes.

    I was quick in my response too, sliding to his left and letting 
him lay down slowly, his head into my lap.  He waited a few seconds 
before opening his eyes and blinking a few times.  "Feel better?" I 
asked.

    "Much," he said.  I reached down to run my hand along his 
cheekruffs, soothing him.  Rowan walked up and said, "That wasn't 
bad."

    "I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you, Rowan," Aaden said.

    "Don't worry about it," she said, smiling.  "I understand.  And 
there are other people who can take care of me if that's what I 
want."

    I laughed and said, "But not tonight."

    She thought about that and said, "Right.  Not tonight."

    "Why not?" Aaden asked, bewildered.

    "Combative Spermatothanosis."

    "What?" he asked again.

    "When two men come inside the same woman, for some reason the 
sperm fight among themselves and her chance of pregnancy actually 
goes down.  It's not really a big drop; I wouldn't recommend it as 
a method of birth control.  But I don't want to risk it for 30 
hours.  And even though we're not the same species, if CS is 
triggered by chemical tracers in semen, we might be similar enough 
to cause it."

    "Especially if we really are what we eat," he said.

    "That's awful!" I said, grabbing one of the cushions and 
swatting at him with it; he blocked it easily.

    "Actually," Rowan said, "I wouldn't mind watching you two make 
love."

    I looked over at Aaden, who had a huge smile on his face.  "I 
can see you like the idea," I said.  He nodded again, even more 
enthusiastically.  I grabbed him by the shoulder and quickly 
manhandled him to the ground, rolling him over onto his stomach.

    He whimpered again.  "Didn't think it was going to be that 
easy, did you?"

    "No, my Lord."

    I smiled.  I looked around for a few seconds and realized we 
didn't have any lubricant.  "Well," I said, "It seems we are 
without anything to make my entrance easier.  Maybe we'll just have 
to do this dry," I said, nudging my cock between his buttocks.  He 
whimpered again.  "Or should I ask Rowan to help?"

    A glance in her direction told me everything I wanted to know; 
she nodded and smiled like a schoolgirl, but she also had one hand 
over her mouth, stifling a laugh.

    "Please, my Lord, please don't fuck me dry."

    "But it might be fun," I said.  "No, I'll be nice.  Would you 
like to do the honors, lady Rowan?"

    She smiled wider and leaned over, taking my cock into her mouth 
with one swift swallow.  I was immediately vaulted into paradise; 
she's good!  Her mouth closed around my cock and the warmth just 
seemed to pervade my entire body; I could feel it slowly spreading 
into my chest, my legs.  Weird.

    I could also see from where we were situated, my straddling 
Aaden's legs and her to his side, that she was holding his tail out 
of the way with her left paw, grasping it at the base.  Then I 
realized she was squeezing it gently, rhythmically, with her 
strokes on my sex.  And her index finger was extended down the 
cleft of his ass, playing with the tight ring of muscle around his 
anus.  She let loose my cock and looked up at me.  "I think you're 
ready."

    "I'm definitely sensitive enough," I said.  I leaned over and 
ran my tongue over his asshole a few times, sliding in a little 
deeper with ever lick.  He moaned loudly; he loves being rimmed.  I 
aimed my cock and slowly pushed my cock into him; once the head was 
in, I took a deep breath, pulled up a little so my cock was aimed 
further downward, and plunged in viciously.

    He bit into his arm to muffle his scream.  "Too hard, cub?" I 
asked.

    "No... No, my Lord."  But as I began to stroke him slowly, the 
grunts and groans coming from him told me I might be doing it a 
little too hard.  Still, he had a safeword, so until he called it I 
wasn't going to stop.

    I began pounding him a little harder.  Why not?  He groaned, 
crossing his arms over his head to wait it out.  I looked over to 
Rowan, who was staring at us with a mixture of fascination and 
concern.  I smiled to her, shifted weight to get a better angle; 
the angle I was attacking him with was great for hitting his 
prostate, but not for my friction, and what I wanted right now was 
my friction.

    My strokes got even faster; normally, I'd've preferred to do 
this with him on his knees, but for some reason I was having a lot 
of fun fucking him like this, with him on his stomach.  He was 
moaning, panting into the rug, as my hips collided with his butt 
over and over.  He would sometimes tense his muscles, almost 
succeeding in holding me.

    But I was in a sadistic mood with him for some reason, and I 
would simply break free, fucking him harder still, until I could 
feel my release growing inside me, tightening.  I was positively 
snarling with every stroke as I rose to my climax, and with one 
savage impact with his body I *came* inside him, shooting into his 
poor, tortured gut.

    As the world stopped spinning, I slowly slid out of him and 
rolled off to my right.  He groaned in gentle pain as he turned 
over and sat up, carefully.  "You okay?" I asked.

    "I'm going to walking bowlegged for a week!" he exclaimed, 
leaning over and kissing me.  "Thank you."

    "Uh, Ken, Aaden?"  I turned my head to look to Rowan.  "There's 
blood on your cock."

    "Yeah, so?" we both responded, almost simultaneously.  Blood 
was nothing new to Aaden and I, not when we were enjoying the sort 
of ungentle lovemaking that strikes us every once in a while.

    She shivered gently.  I shuffled over to her and put my arms 
around her, holding her close.  "You okay?" I asked.

    She nodded.  "It's just I'm not used to seeing that.  I guess I 
asked for it, huh?"

    I squeezed her shoulders gently.  "No, you asked to watch us 
make love.  I don't know why that sort of lovemaking came out of 
that scene, it just did.  Sometimes we get out of hand."

    "And you like it?"

    "I'd be lying if I said 'no.'  I'd also be lying if I said it 
was pleasurable."

    "Then why do you like it?"

    "For the same reason Aaden and I do a lot of the things we do.  
Trust."

    "Power," Aaden offered.

    "Love," I countered.  "You should know about those things.  You 
did run Rhysh for a while, love."

    "I know," she said.  "But now that I'm... dependent on this 
delicate body to keep me going, I guess I'm a little more 
sensitive."

    I nodded.  I reached out an arm to Aaden and pulled him over, 
hugging both of them close.  "I love both you, you know," I said.

    "Love you too," Aaden whispered.  Rowan merely said "Mm-hmm," 
and snuggled closer.  I was suddenly fascinated with this enormous 
expanse of black-and-white fur surrounding me.  Gods, they are both 
so beautiful, and to think that they're both my children.

    "Come on," I said after a minute or so.  "Let's go to bed."

    "Let's clean up first," Aaden said.  I agreed.  As he stood up, 
he groaned and grasped his belly. 

    "You okay?" I asked.

    "You always ask that.  I'm fine."

    "I know.  C'mon."  I reached down and helped Rowan stand.  "How 
are you doing?"

    "We'll know tomorrow, won't we?"

    "We could always do a little cheerleading.  Go Sperm! Go 
Sperm!" I mimed a few pom-poms.

    "He's silly," she said, looking at Aaden and hooking a thumb in 
my direction.

    "This is news?" Aaden said.  "Can we take that shower now?"

    "Okay, okay," I said.  We retired into the master bedroom and 
the shower.

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