Chronos Chronicles:Journey Forward
Copyright© 2011 by Joan of Acre
Chapter 11: Put into motion
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Put into motion - Now that the Kindred have fought off the Neo Empire, and won, Chronos sees this as a respite before the true storm. More than anything she knows the Kindred need to get ready for the next step. It is time; to move forward, to expand their influence, to encourage differences. The Kindred will have to learn, they are the leaders of the new world. unfortunately they don't seem to know that. It will be up to Chronos to teach them.But wait there's more.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Post Apocalypse Paranormal Polygamy/Polyamory
I think about starting my campaign first thing in the morning, only I know will not be up to just me and the Elders choice, it will be because I am needed. The best way to be needed is to talk to the those who came to visit us. Swanson and Mabel.
Swanson is a short black man with a very impressive beard and mustache. He has an almost dusky colored skin and big eyes that jump and move following everything that comes into his sight.
Mabel is has the look of a southern bell. Short honey blonde hair that has a natural curl to it. She too has sharp eyes, her mouth thinning in displeasure at everything she sees.
The two of them are dressed in what I have come to think of as cast offs. Whatever could be found at the end of the big blast. Past down through generation. Lots of mending and patching. But even in the cloths they are wearing are a contrast of cultures.
Mabel's many times patched shirt and skirt are faded and neat. with hidden stitching and simple accents. Swanson on the other hand is a riot of colors that have been slapped on willy-nilly. If there was a hole or a tear someone dashed whatever was handy.
I take all this in as I join them in the Chow Hall for a simple but hardy breakfast.
"Good morning to ya," Latches says from the Kitchen. I give her and her helpers a wave in return.
"Do you mind if I join you?" I ask the Saint Louisianans
Mabel looks up startled at the request, but Swanson gives me a once over and nods his head.
Right there I decide to drop all subtext and be forward with them.
"I am called Chronos." I say as I take a seat.
"Mabel is my name, " Mabel says in response. "this here lug is Swanson. But I am thinking you already know that."
"Yes, I live with Saul."
A flash of understanding comes into their eyes at that. Now I know Saul must have talked about me while he was with them. But even so I am in my usual outfit of buckskin skirt and tank top. My chain and sword around my waist and my hair a moss green cut so sharply at my chin that I looks like I am wearing a cap.
"Saul has some interesting tastes." Swanson says, he still looks at me hungrily even though he knows where my relationship interest lies.
"Saul has wonderful tastes." I agree.
"So you is here to learn what?" Mabel cuts to the heart of the matter.
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