"2566-06" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bigge Jerome - Warlady 4 - 2566 Ad)2566 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Six "Lorraine and I have things to discuss with you," Dala said. Darlanis nodded, her azure eyes glowing into ours. She is ex- tremely beautiful. Very "regal". A fitting woman to rule the Empire of California. She is also a very excellent "politician" as I have well learned since we first met. And a woman who is often too willing to "use" others for her own purposes. It was this last factor that I now suspected had played its "role" here. The marriage of Gayle to Dala's son would give the Empress a cer- tain "edge" in political relationships she hadn't had before now. A "strengthening" of the new treaty between Talon and California. "This sudden marriage of your son to Lorraine's adopted daughter no doubt," Darlanis smiled back, glancing over to where the others stood talking. "I never dreamed that they would go get married so soon when I spoke to them earlier this afternoon." "Then you actually knew something was `up'?" I now snapped, angry that Darlanis would have kept such a thing secret from me. That was, of course, assuming that she had actually "known" that our young couple was planning to get married, which I did doubt! I didn't think that even Darlanis would do something like that! On the other hand I couldn't really be "sure", knowing Darlanis!! "They are `young' and `in love'," Darlanis now smiled back. That was "obvious" from looking at the couple as they stood there talking to Sela. Carl having his arm possessively around Gayle. I suddenly realized how "mature" Gayle had become in the last few months. The jut of her breasts, buttocks telling its own tales! "My son is only `sixteen'," Dala Dai now pointed out in icy tones. Gayle was a year older, and considerably more "mature" in certain ways due to the life she had lead. I wondered about Dar- lanis and Gayle? She was "Dularnian" as was Darlanis herself. I wondered too if Darlanis hadn't wished to "cement" this alliance of ours by getting my beloved Gayle to marry the Prince of Talon? Darlanis sometimes puts "politics" over personal considerations as I have mentioned a bit earlier in this chapter. I hoped not. I didn't think I could ever forgive her for something like that! "Do you doubt that she will make him a good wife?" Darlanis asked. Darlanis is the sort of a woman that is "smarter" than she looks. A lot of people have made that mistake. I have too. "No," Dala admitted with a quick glance up at me. She could hardly answer otherwise while I now stood right here beside her. Even if she thought the marriage was a "mistake", she couldn't come right out and "say" that my beloved Gayle was not a suitable wife. Darlanis no doubt knew that. She had us both in a "spot" now. I had little doubt that he would make Gayle a good husband in turn. He certainly was deep enough in love with my Princess. "Your son is a bit `inexperienced', but I think that will pass with time," Darlanis observed, giving Dala Dai a warm smile. Gayle was "experienced", although only because she had been a slave girl. Otherwise she really didn't "know" too much, I felt. On the other hand I had noticed my "marriage manual" missing a couple days ago, that famous "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" supposed to have been written by a woman back in the 20th Century who had signed herself "Carol". It is basically a book on "making love". "You are `hinting' at something, Darlanis," I said to her. I didn't like her keeping such "secrets" from me in this matter! "Does he have a slave girl of his own in Talon?" Darlanis asked the Queen of Talon, for the moment ignoring my question. I had no doubt that she had "discovered" something we knew nothing about. Darlanis can be like that at times. An annoying "tease". I resisted the urge to take her by the throat and throttle her! "I didn't think he was `old' enough for one," Dala answered. Talon is a bit like Dularn that way. They try to "ignore" sex. I suspected that had been a mistake. A more "experienced" young man wouldn't have "fallen" so hard for Gayle like Carl had done. Gayle is a beautiful young blonde, but she is not a "Darlanis". "And you probably had a mother's natural hesitation in tell- ing him about `the facts of life'," Darlanis added with a smile. I had no doubt that Darlanis had "seen something". And I also suspected just what Darlanis had "seen"! Gayle had been "caught in the act". And I had little doubt what sort of an "act" too!!! "You caught them in `bed' together," I interrupted with a smile, thinking of what it must have looked like to everyone con- cerned! Gayle is a beautiful girl, with lovely long legs and a firm trim figure that has drawn the attention of a number of men! No doubt it had been quite a "surprise" for everyone right then! I saw Aurora come strolling over, her jade green eyes glow- ing. I wondered what she "thought" of all this. There is no such a thing as "marriage" on Mars, although the Women do form "relationships" with each other. Such relationships are of course "lesbian" as there are no men on Mars, and the Women have about the same "attitude" towards men that certain "feminists" of my own era had. As reproduction is carried out by the use of a "cloning" technology the Lorr developed thousands of years ago, I suppose that the thought of a heterosexual relationship to most of the Women would be almost "unthinkable". Aurora of course did experience one, although I suspect even she did not "understand"! She once said however that it was not a "pleasant" experience for her, and that she'd never "do it" again with a man for anything! "Our young couple took it into their heads to get married," I said to the Martian, Aurora considering herself one. Raspa now strolling over on her six legs, her compound eyes gleaming in the light from the lamps and the myriad candles that lit up the room. Everyone there being well aware by now of what had just happened! "It is perhaps `wise' to do if one is to form a reproductive relationship," Aurora smiled back, perhaps knowing little of such things. Her own relationship with Prince Paul having been brief. I suspect that Aurora had not expected to become pregnant with Darlanis as swiftly as she had. Unlike the women of my own era, the women of this era rarely have abortions unless the fetus is found to be faulty. It is not "right to life", but just the way that they view matters. Of course, most women are implanted with a contraceptive device that prevents unwanted pregnancies anyway. "If `others' do not interfere I think they have a good chance to live out their lives together," she then added with a glance at Dala. I had no doubts of just "who" she was referring to either! "I don't know if it's a good idea, Sela," Dala said to her daughter as the lovely Miss Dai stood there at my side. "Even if Dularn can do nothing against us, still to declare war on Dularn is an act that could be fraught with very serious consequences." The sun was gone there in the west, only a red gleam there on the horizon telling of its former existence. It was chill now, the full Moon bright as it floated up over the mountains to the east. The three of us taking a bit of "air" there on the roof top now. "All we need is a privateering commission so that Lorraine and I can go after Maris and her North Star," Sela answered. As I couldn't get Darlanis to "act" now, this seemed the best way!!! "I will have to think it over," Dala Dai promised. I could understand her fears. Such an "action" could have serious polit- ical consequences for her back in Talon. Perhaps, I thought to myself, we should look "elsewhere". The Nevadas didn't have any naval forces, but perhaps they could "use" some, I mused then. I had no objection to sailing under the Nevada flag just as long as I got a "crack" at that damned Maris and her infamous North Star! "Lorraine," Lara spoke, interrupting, glancing back to Jers. I could see the goose pimples there on her bare shoulders. I was glad that Sela had gotten over her earlier hostility towards Lara. Lara was perhaps a better "wife" to Jers than Sela would have ever been. Sela was more beautiful, being a very small and lovely brunette, but Lara was a very "sensual" sort of woman, which I did not think Sela was. I would be proven wrong later on here, but you'll just have to finish the story to see it for yourself. In any case it is a good "match", and I am happy for both of them. Like me, the lovely Sela now has her "captain". And no, we never did "get" Maris either, but I suppose it is just as well considering how Gayle would have felt had she ever learned that I had been responsible for her sister's death. In any case we did teach the Dularnians a "lesson" that they won't forget for some time! Fighting as privateers under a flag that they no doubt were shocked to see flying over my own mastheads! "There was an attack by a Dularnian raider on a Bajan ship," Jers said to me, his teeth chattering a bit against the chill. A warrioress on guard wrapped in a heavy cloak watching us both. I nodded, gave him a consoling smile. As long as Darlanis refused to "act", none of us were safe from the prowling raiders that now came out of the darkness and then went back out to sea almost unopposed. The mighty Californian navy now being reduced to nothing but an "escort service" for slow and fat merchantmen creeping from port to port down our long vulnerable coastline. "Will you take a `commission'," he said to me suddenly. "And teach that damm `blonde' that we won't stand for this shit!" He was of course referring to Queen Maris, although one could I suppose also think of another "blonde" who we all knew very well! "You realize," Jon said to me, "That I can't go along with you on this `expedition' of yours." I nodded, kissed him on the lips. He is a good husband. He gave me "space" to be "me". We got along well together. We both had our "memories" of the past, but we did not let them rule our lives. Our marriage was strong. I could see the ships at anchor there through our bedroom window. "I never expected `that' of you," I answered. This was "my" war, not his. In a way I felt "responsible". Maris had once been a slave girl on my estates. She would still be such had I taken more pains to see that she was also kept properly chained! "I've already lost one wife," Jon said to me. "And you mean even more to me than she did." That pleased me a great deal, al- though I really didn't think it was fair to his memory of Alexis. "There's always Sanda Talen," I smiled back. Sanda had once been hopelessly in love with Jon. She had even "offered" herself to him one night. At the time she had been married and Jon turned her down, feeling that no man of "honor" would ever "bed" another man's wife even if she was "willing" to be so "bedded". "But she's not `Lorraine'," Jon smiled, pulling me down on the bed, undoing the tie to my robe, pushing it open so that I was then "bared". His hand caressing my nakedness as his lips sought mine. Jon says that I make love even better than Yvette! That I'm a lot "better in bed" than was Maris Marn, his former "love" before we met. And that really pleases me, I might add! Especially when I think of what she "lost" and what I "gained"!!! "You're making it `hard' for me," I breathed, squirming. Back in the 20th Century sex was nothing really important to me. I considered it highly "overrated", just something that they used to sell stuff. My husband had little interest in "pleasing" me. "Send Sela in your place," Jon suggested. I had no doubts she would give a good account of herself if she ever met up with Maris Jord again, but I did not think she was up to the task yet! "I've got a personal `score' to settle with Maris," I said. "She's just a damm `gold-digger' who'll get `hers' someday," Jon answered, his hand down there between my thighs doing things to me that made it hard just then to think of such things! He is very "knowledgeable" in such things too. Tall, dark, handsome. "I wouldn't mind having her around as a slave girl," I said, my hips lifting almost involuntarily beneath his erotic fingers as they explored those inner recesses of my now drooling vagina. "She's probably `good' for that," Jon agreed, mounting me. "But she'd have to `console' herself with my men," I said. It was getting a bit hard to think about such things just then. I felt him slide deep into the heated moistness of my inner self. "Maybe you could `teach' her," Jon suggested, biting my neck. Hard enough to leave a mark that Darlanis would see later. I drew up my knees and locked my thighs around his hips so that the penetration would be deeper. The action also allowing me to play a more `active role' in things by the movement of my hips. "There's a good `trainer' in Trella," I breathed, biting him back. My legs tightening around his hips as I lifted myself to him. My nails digging in. I bite and scratch when I make love. "Her name is `Lorraine'," he breathed, his arms around me. "And she is `good in bed'," I breathed, arching, lifting. "The `best'," Jon agreed, our lips pressing together. Our tongues meeting, fencing like two swords. I lifted myself again. Took what was given me. And welcomed it into my inner recesses! The climax rippling through my loins making me sigh with delight! 2566 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Six "Lorraine and I have things to discuss with you," Dala said. Darlanis nodded, her azure eyes glowing into ours. She is ex- tremely beautiful. Very "regal". A fitting woman to rule the Empire of California. She is also a very excellent "politician" as I have well learned since we first met. And a woman who is often too willing to "use" others for her own purposes. It was this last factor that I now suspected had played its "role" here. The marriage of Gayle to Dala's son would give the Empress a cer- tain "edge" in political relationships she hadn't had before now. A "strengthening" of the new treaty between Talon and California. "This sudden marriage of your son to Lorraine's adopted daughter no doubt," Darlanis smiled back, glancing over to where the others stood talking. "I never dreamed that they would go get married so soon when I spoke to them earlier this afternoon." "Then you actually knew something was `up'?" I now snapped, angry that Darlanis would have kept such a thing secret from me. That was, of course, assuming that she had actually "known" that our young couple was planning to get married, which I did doubt! I didn't think that even Darlanis would do something like that! On the other hand I couldn't really be "sure", knowing Darlanis!! "They are `young' and `in love'," Darlanis now smiled back. That was "obvious" from looking at the couple as they stood there talking to Sela. Carl having his arm possessively around Gayle. I suddenly realized how "mature" Gayle had become in the last few months. The jut of her breasts, buttocks telling its own tales! "My son is only `sixteen'," Dala Dai now pointed out in icy tones. Gayle was a year older, and considerably more "mature" in certain ways due to the life she had lead. I wondered about Dar- lanis and Gayle? She was "Dularnian" as was Darlanis herself. I wondered too if Darlanis hadn't wished to "cement" this alliance of ours by getting my beloved Gayle to marry the Prince of Talon? Darlanis sometimes puts "politics" over personal considerations as I have mentioned a bit earlier in this chapter. I hoped not. I didn't think I could ever forgive her for something like that! "Do you doubt that she will make him a good wife?" Darlanis asked. Darlanis is the sort of a woman that is "smarter" than she looks. A lot of people have made that mistake. I have too. "No," Dala admitted with a quick glance up at me. She could hardly answer otherwise while I now stood right here beside her. Even if she thought the marriage was a "mistake", she couldn't come right out and "say" that my beloved Gayle was not a suitable wife. Darlanis no doubt knew that. She had us both in a "spot" now. I had little doubt that he would make Gayle a good husband in turn. He certainly was deep enough in love with my Princess. "Your son is a bit `inexperienced', but I think that will pass with time," Darlanis observed, giving Dala Dai a warm smile. Gayle was "experienced", although only because she had been a slave girl. Otherwise she really didn't "know" too much, I felt. On the other hand I had noticed my "marriage manual" missing a couple days ago, that famous "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" supposed to have been written by a woman back in the 20th Century who had signed herself "Carol". It is basically a book on "making love". "You are `hinting' at something, Darlanis," I said to her. I didn't like her keeping such "secrets" from me in this matter! "Does he have a slave girl of his own in Talon?" Darlanis asked the Queen of Talon, for the moment ignoring my question. I had no doubt that she had "discovered" something we knew nothing about. Darlanis can be like that at times. An annoying "tease". I resisted the urge to take her by the throat and throttle her! "I didn't think he was `old' enough for one," Dala answered. Talon is a bit like Dularn that way. They try to "ignore" sex. I suspected that had been a mistake. A more "experienced" young man wouldn't have "fallen" so hard for Gayle like Carl had done. Gayle is a beautiful young blonde, but she is not a "Darlanis". "And you probably had a mother's natural hesitation in tell- ing him about `the facts of life'," Darlanis added with a smile. I had no doubt that Darlanis had "seen something". And I also suspected just what Darlanis had "seen"! Gayle had been "caught in the act". And I had little doubt what sort of an "act" too!!! "You caught them in `bed' together," I interrupted with a smile, thinking of what it must have looked like to everyone con- cerned! Gayle is a beautiful girl, with lovely long legs and a firm trim figure that has drawn the attention of a number of men! No doubt it had been quite a "surprise" for everyone right then! I saw Aurora come strolling over, her jade green eyes glow- ing. I wondered what she "thought" of all this. There is no such a thing as "marriage" on Mars, although the Women do form "relationships" with each other. Such relationships are of course "lesbian" as there are no men on Mars, and the Women have about the same "attitude" towards men that certain "feminists" of my own era had. As reproduction is carried out by the use of a "cloning" technology the Lorr developed thousands of years ago, I suppose that the thought of a heterosexual relationship to most of the Women would be almost "unthinkable". Aurora of course did experience one, although I suspect even she did not "understand"! She once said however that it was not a "pleasant" experience for her, and that she'd never "do it" again with a man for anything! "Our young couple took it into their heads to get married," I said to the Martian, Aurora considering herself one. Raspa now strolling over on her six legs, her compound eyes gleaming in the light from the lamps and the myriad candles that lit up the room. Everyone there being well aware by now of what had just happened! "It is perhaps `wise' to do if one is to form a reproductive relationship," Aurora smiled back, perhaps knowing little of such things. Her own relationship with Prince Paul having been brief. I suspect that Aurora had not expected to become pregnant with Darlanis as swiftly as she had. Unlike the women of my own era, the women of this era rarely have abortions unless the fetus is found to be faulty. It is not "right to life", but just the way that they view matters. Of course, most women are implanted with a contraceptive device that prevents unwanted pregnancies anyway. "If `others' do not interfere I think they have a good chance to live out their lives together," she then added with a glance at Dala. I had no doubts of just "who" she was referring to either! "I don't know if it's a good idea, Sela," Dala said to her daughter as the lovely Miss Dai stood there at my side. "Even if Dularn can do nothing against us, still to declare war on Dularn is an act that could be fraught with very serious consequences." The sun was gone there in the west, only a red gleam there on the horizon telling of its former existence. It was chill now, the full Moon bright as it floated up over the mountains to the east. The three of us taking a bit of "air" there on the roof top now. "All we need is a privateering commission so that Lorraine and I can go after Maris and her North Star," Sela answered. As I couldn't get Darlanis to "act" now, this seemed the best way!!! "I will have to think it over," Dala Dai promised. I could understand her fears. Such an "action" could have serious polit- ical consequences for her back in Talon. Perhaps, I thought to myself, we should look "elsewhere". The Nevadas didn't have any naval forces, but perhaps they could "use" some, I mused then. I had no objection to sailing under the Nevada flag just as long as I got a "crack" at that damned Maris and her infamous North Star! "Lorraine," Lara spoke, interrupting, glancing back to Jers. I could see the goose pimples there on her bare shoulders. I was glad that Sela had gotten over her earlier hostility towards Lara. Lara was perhaps a better "wife" to Jers than Sela would have ever been. Sela was more beautiful, being a very small and lovely brunette, but Lara was a very "sensual" sort of woman, which I did not think Sela was. I would be proven wrong later on here, but you'll just have to finish the story to see it for yourself. In any case it is a good "match", and I am happy for both of them. Like me, the lovely Sela now has her "captain". And no, we never did "get" Maris either, but I suppose it is just as well considering how Gayle would have felt had she ever learned that I had been responsible for her sister's death. In any case we did teach the Dularnians a "lesson" that they won't forget for some time! Fighting as privateers under a flag that they no doubt were shocked to see flying over my own mastheads! "There was an attack by a Dularnian raider on a Bajan ship," Jers said to me, his teeth chattering a bit against the chill. A warrioress on guard wrapped in a heavy cloak watching us both. I nodded, gave him a consoling smile. As long as Darlanis refused to "act", none of us were safe from the prowling raiders that now came out of the darkness and then went back out to sea almost unopposed. The mighty Californian navy now being reduced to nothing but an "escort service" for slow and fat merchantmen creeping from port to port down our long vulnerable coastline. "Will you take a `commission'," he said to me suddenly. "And teach that damm `blonde' that we won't stand for this shit!" He was of course referring to Queen Maris, although one could I suppose also think of another "blonde" who we all knew very well! "You realize," Jon said to me, "That I can't go along with you on this `expedition' of yours." I nodded, kissed him on the lips. He is a good husband. He gave me "space" to be "me". We got along well together. We both had our "memories" of the past, but we did not let them rule our lives. Our marriage was strong. I could see the ships at anchor there through our bedroom window. "I never expected `that' of you," I answered. This was "my" war, not his. In a way I felt "responsible". Maris had once been a slave girl on my estates. She would still be such had I taken more pains to see that she was also kept properly chained! "I've already lost one wife," Jon said to me. "And you mean even more to me than she did." That pleased me a great deal, al- though I really didn't think it was fair to his memory of Alexis. "There's always Sanda Talen," I smiled back. Sanda had once been hopelessly in love with Jon. She had even "offered" herself to him one night. At the time she had been married and Jon turned her down, feeling that no man of "honor" would ever "bed" another man's wife even if she was "willing" to be so "bedded". "But she's not `Lorraine'," Jon smiled, pulling me down on the bed, undoing the tie to my robe, pushing it open so that I was then "bared". His hand caressing my nakedness as his lips sought mine. Jon says that I make love even better than Yvette! That I'm a lot "better in bed" than was Maris Marn, his former "love" before we met. And that really pleases me, I might add! Especially when I think of what she "lost" and what I "gained"!!! "You're making it `hard' for me," I breathed, squirming. Back in the 20th Century sex was nothing really important to me. I considered it highly "overrated", just something that they used to sell stuff. My husband had little interest in "pleasing" me. "Send Sela in your place," Jon suggested. I had no doubts she would give a good account of herself if she ever met up with Maris Jord again, but I did not think she was up to the task yet! "I've got a personal `score' to settle with Maris," I said. "She's just a damm `gold-digger' who'll get `hers' someday," Jon answered, his hand down there between my thighs doing things to me that made it hard just then to think of such things! He is very "knowledgeable" in such things too. Tall, dark, handsome. "I wouldn't mind having her around as a slave girl," I said, my hips lifting almost involuntarily beneath his erotic fingers as they explored those inner recesses of my now drooling vagina. "She's probably `good' for that," Jon agreed, mounting me. "But she'd have to `console' herself with my men," I said. It was getting a bit hard to think about such things just then. I felt him slide deep into the heated moistness of my inner self. "Maybe you could `teach' her," Jon suggested, biting my neck. Hard enough to leave a mark that Darlanis would see later. I drew up my knees and locked my thighs around his hips so that the penetration would be deeper. The action also allowing me to play a more `active role' in things by the movement of my hips. "There's a good `trainer' in Trella," I breathed, biting him back. My legs tightening around his hips as I lifted myself to him. My nails digging in. I bite and scratch when I make love. "Her name is `Lorraine'," he breathed, his arms around me. "And she is `good in bed'," I breathed, arching, lifting. "The `best'," Jon agreed, our lips pressing together. Our tongues meeting, fencing like two swords. I lifted myself again. Took what was given me. And welcomed it into my inner recesses! 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