Chapter 25

I was sitting at the breakfast table opposite three amazing women: Silvy, Cirin, and Esgal. Silvy was still a little dazed from the passionate sex we had this morning. It was amazing how her sisters were so liberal and keen to assist. I smiled internally as I remembered how the two younger siblings had responded when they saw Esgal’s new look. Cirin had tears in her eyes because she knew her sister was deliriously happy.

Mitta stepped into the room with a bowl of fruit that she placed in front of me. I saw her intrigued look and I realized she was thinking about something I actually didn’t want to face at the moment. It was obvious she wanted to have the same experience as her daughters. It was awkward but still, I might consider it, one day. I adored her flamboyant appearance but the idea of sleeping with her and her daughters as well, made it a lot more complicated.

Cirin saw the interaction between us, and surprised me when I saw her wanton look. It was strangely alluring, seeing my lover getting hot and bothered about the potential of having to share her mother with me.

“I think you have a lovely sister,” Esgal said, breaking the awkward silence.

“I’ve heard they’re going to visit Ninniachien for fitting the Queen a new pair of shoes,” Silvy said as she looked at me, “Why is Sarah involved, Paul?”

“Sarah Morris is a well-known person in the beauty industry,” Cirin remarked.

“Really?” Esgal responded, surprised, “I thought she is a real estate agent.”

“She is,” I answered, “Beauty consulting is her pet hobby, and she is extremely good at.”

“Well,” Silvy said as she looked at Esgal, “If you did a similarly amazing job for Queen Bainthaurneth as you did on Esgal, I think you made it very easy for her.”

“True,” affirmed Cirin, “but we all know; good looks are not everything.”

It was funny to see all the women nodding at the same time, including their mother. All of a sudden, the three women opposite me reacted shocked when someone entered the dining room.

Only Cirin beamed happily as she cooed, “Pac, what brings you here?”

Pac showed his tablet and grumbled, “Need talk with you and mate.”

I was curious what it might be, but I had a strong suspicion it was the results of the test I had asked for. Cirin stood and as she walked towards the living room she said, “I assume this is not a priority one?”

The giant slowly shook his head as he replied, “It is good news.”

I waved to the three wonderful stragglers before I followed my lover into the cozy room. I was surprised when Pac handed me the tablet instead of Cirin but as soon as I saw the conclusion of the test, I couldn’t stop from getting a huge grin on my face.

“What is so funny?” asked Cirin.

I handed her the tablet and said, “Remember when I found out that the Tarakonas used a special concealer?”

She nodded.

“Those concealers have a unique marker that has been issued by the Galactic alliance and are almost impossible to copy,” I continued. “In other words, it made those concealers traceable.”

“So, that means we know who has provided the concealer to the Tarakonas?” she asked, hopefully.

I nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Fosanto did.”

“Oh,” she said enthusiastically as she thought hard, “I’ve heard that name before!”

I couldn’t keep myself from saying, “The Cavendish own Fosanto.”

Cirin gasped and then her face contorted into an enraged scowl. “Those bastards! What on Bisha were they thinking?”

“I think they were planning to replace the Talian guards with Tarakonas.”

“But that doesn’t make sense!” Cirin blurted, aghast, “We banned the Tarakonas ages ago! Everybody knows that! So why, by Bisha, did the Cavendish help them to sneak onto Bishojo?”

“Credits make fools,” grumbled the Talian.

I knew the symbiotic relationship between the Bishojan, and the Talian was strong. It was clear that no amount of credits would ever be able to break it. The Cavendish were probably convinced they could control the Tarakonas by giving them enough credits to forcefully take over the Bishojan planet.

“The Cavendish believe they can buy themselves a huge Tarakona army to rule over Bishojo.”

“I don’t believe it,” Cirin grumbled, “they should’ve known the Tarakonas can’t control themselves.”

“How many Tarakonas tried to get to Bishojo, Pac?” I asked.

“Four more packs,” he answered, “total twenty-five. All dead.”

I nodded. “And your teams managed to keep it quiet?”

Pac grunted. “Only Queen and guards know.”

“Good,” I said, “I’m pretty sure the Cavendish will try to convince the Queen that the Talian guards are not fit to protect Bishojo. He will brag about the twenty-five Tarakona guards who managed to infiltrate the Bishojan society.”

“That is insane,” gushed my lover.

“It explains the recording of Charles to his son,” I said. “He did mention he wanted to control Bishojo.”

“Well, they failed,” Cirin grumbled, “and we have to suffer for it.”

I rubbed her arm as I said, “This will be one of the many nails on his coffin. Believe me; he is going to regret the meeting with the Queen.”

“Queen wants to show his mistake on tablet,” Pac grumbled.

“Oh!” reacted Cirin, grinning diabolically, “I think we should make an extra juicy version full of blood and gore. I’ve seen the photos of the victims; I hope he has a strong stomach.”

Pac nodded. “Will send you photos of Tarakonas.”

“That would be great,” Cirin said as she laid her hand on Pac’s arm.

“Banned one is in cryostasis,” the guard grumbled. “He bashed shuttle and broke life support.”

“Wow,” I uttered. “He sure knows how to get attention.”

“He might not recover,” Cirin said unemotionally. “You just don’t put a person in a cryo tube for fun.”

“That’s another nail on Charles’ coffin,” I replied softly.

Duvainthel didn’t feel queasy for the first time since she got pregnant. Lazily, she stretched her body and gasped when she touched something warm and soft. A soft moan sounded close by her ear and Duvainthel suddenly found herself being hugged by another woman. Her heart started to beat a lot faster when a sturdy thigh slid slowly over her legs. She was wide awake when an arm pulled her closer.

Only then she remembered she had seduced the beautiful black-haired woman into sleeping with her.

Sarah had the most alluring dark brown eyes that seemed to become dark pools she could lose herself in. It was not often that Duvainthel was enchanted by a female, but the Morris family was special.

Paul made her heart skip a beat, but his sister had a profound effect on her as well. She loved to be with her because the amazing woman made her feel special.

Last night was truly different. Occasionally she’d enjoyed the companionship of another Bishojan woman and mostly the sex was fine. But with Sarah, it was amazing. The passion and the sincerity of feeling was really close to mind blowing. She had never experienced such explosive climaxes and she was convinced Sarah truly enjoyed the evening as well.

She gasped when nimble fingers slowly slid down her stomach. She loved how the woman boldly played with her pubic hair’s soft curls. Warm soft lips touched her neck that caused her to shiver a little.

“Good morning,” whispered Sarah in her ear.

Duvainthel could only moan as the sweet Earthling had slipped a pair of slender fingers into her wet pussy. It was amazing how skillfully Sarah could ramp up her desire by rubbing her slick fingers over the hood of her clit. Suddenly a nipple was sucked into a warm wet mouth while her pussy was penetrated again.

She arched her back as soon as Sarah’s fingers gently attacked her sensitive nub directly. The tingling sensation in her stomach was getting stronger by the minute and she knew she was going to be flooded by an avalanche of wonderful emotions.

Suddenly, sharp teeth bit into her nipple and she screamed when the avalanche was accomplished with lightning coursing through her body. The waves of pleasure kept on going as the black-haired temptress pushed the palm of her hand against her mons of Venus, stimulating her clit ever so gently.

It took her a few minutes before she was able to think straight again. Gratefully, she pulled Sarah into a hug as she said, “Thank you. That was the best way to wake up, ever!”

“You were lovely,” purred Sarah. “Nothing is better than having a good start of the morning.”

“You know?” said Duvainthel, as she gently stroked her hand over Sarah’s smooth skin, “This is the first morning I don’t have to rush to the toilet.”

“Oh, you poor little thing,” Sarah murmured as she slid her fingers over the smooth curve of Duvainthel’s stomach. “Those hormones can be a bitch.”

Duvainthel moaned as she enjoyed Sarah’s magical touch.

They both screamed when suddenly a loud alarm echoed through the room.

“Fucking hell,” grumbled Sarah as she frantically reached for her phone. A second later, the irritating noise stopped. “Sorry,” she said meekly, “I forgot my alarm was still on.”

Duvainthel giggled. “It’s okay. I guess we need to get up anyway. We have a lot to do.”

Sarah yawned as she stretched her body, snuggling up against Duvainthel. “Perhaps, but this feels so nice.”

Duvainthel kissed her briefly on her mouth. “Come sleepyhead, shower time.”

Bainthaurneth’s hand couldn’t keep the tablet still any longer as soon as she read the last words of the message. Now, she knew the Cavendish family’s plans were a lot more serious and threatening than she had anticipated.

She had sent out scouts to monitor the Bishojo system and the reports she’d received were quite alarming. But now it was clear, she needed to take steps and reel in some of her favors.

She scrolled through her extensive list of contacts and soon found the first person she needed to reel in. She looked at his photo and smiled when she remembered the amazing time she had with him. She quickly stood and checked herself in the large mirror. Her blouse didn’t hide her pert breasts completely, but she decided it was prudent to button up one button more. She liked her cleavage, but she needed to be a little more modest.