PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 28: AKYRIA'S NEW BOYFRIEND
© Cupideros, Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Akyria lay thinking on her bed staring at the female knight on her horse. How bold. How outrageous. Why shouldn’t a man stay at home and take care of the children? Quodarian men did so. They are no less manly. Quodarian men are begging to come over to Galan society. They have such a low divorce rate too. Perhaps because they cultivate the science of love and weigh carefully the harm and benefit to their relationships. Or maybe because their women deliver the Moksha slap to their men. Akyria laughed. Memory banks are bound to remember such an encounter in several ways. Akyria begin to touch herself unconsciously. She felt the temperature rise when a thought occurred to her. Her freedom allowed her access to men. One man came to her attention the gigolo named Lucky. Rumor said Lucky was a Quodarian Poison Dove, a spy preying on women and girls for information. She’d find out today if it was true and get a good fucking as well. She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled the numbers for a distance friend who owed her a favor. She ran an exclusive escort service.
***
Lucky was driving to a local restaurant, trendy with movie stars and singers when he received the call.
“Lucky, your man inside and out.”
“Got a client for you.”
“Allison, Allison, since when have you found me clients.” He laughed loud and winked at two twenty-year olds going into the restaurant carrying upscale shopping bags.
“Yeah…right. You didn’t know squat-anyone when you arrived, penniless and cute-as-a-Hollywood rising star.” Allison told Lucky the details.
“My type of customer!” Lucky hung up the phone. He walked out and punched tousled his hair. “I’ve done it. He’d have to think of an catacomb tight cover story. Akyria! Damn.”
***
Akyria had an outside guard hand Lucky a security hat. He was instructed to pull the cap down close to his eyebrows, so the cameras would not get a full look at his face. Lucky did as he was told. He was escorted to the main hallway inside the castle.
Akyria extended her hand. “I’m pleased to meet you.”
Lucky shook her hand and immediately realized not her extra warm temperature, but a hint of female must. His keen senses for all these assured he’d push the right buttons, turn the perfect knob, flick the perfect switch when necessary. “Hello. It’s my pleasure. “ They turned to walk back down a long hallway full of popularity photos of various men and women and groups and charities.
“Oh the pleasure is mine, Lucky.” And Akyria reached into his pants pocket and searched around.
Lucky had never seen such a forward Galan woman. “Are you Quodarian by DNA?”
“Not really.” She took her hand out of his pocket. “I have a cousin who defected there 300 or so years ago. Does that qualify?” She turned around and gave him a wet lip smile.
“Depends on who your cousin had as descendants.”
“I don’t think she had any important ones. She wanted to be come a scientist.”
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“I thought I was in love with the King.”
“And?”
“He is not in love with me.”
“Too bad,” They reached Akyria’s bedroom and turned inside. Akyria eyed Lucky’s tight bum and his so calm demeanor. Lucky plummet down on her bed. Testing it’s strength.
“You really are as smooth as they say.” Akyria seductively ran her hand through her long hair.
“You are calm too.” He eyed her figure and her open neck area. “For a girl who’s just been dumped.”
“I’m long over it.” She crossed over to him. “Now that you’re here.”
“You don’t waste any time.” Lucky said as he embrace and held her narrow hips straddling his legs.
“I’m waiting to experience something special.”
“So am I,” Lucky said.
In a teenage rushed, both of them began to tear off reach other’s clothes. She beat him undressing her top and her heavy breasts fell into Lucky'’ sights.
"Treasures,” from heaven.
Akyria leaned in on Lucky letting her feminine smell envelop him. Her breasts rubbed all over his chin, lips, and nose. She tossed away his shirt and rubbed his nipples. She leaned down over him more until her weight pressed Lucky down beneath her. Her tits swung heavily in his face. Her big nipples wrinkled and contracted from the skin-on-skin stimulation. Lucky breathed harder and brought Akyria’s face down and he kissed her hard. She didn’t pull back. They kiss for a long time.
“Where is the King?” said hurriedly between kisses.
“He’s getting married.” Akyria replied and begin kissing him again and pushing her pelvis on his pelvis. She felt a surge of confidence as his sex rose up, or tried to rise in his trousers. “This little fellow wants some freedom.”
“Be my pleasure, Akyria.” Lucky knew from ‘How to Train Men to Make Soup’ by Queen XI’I in 390. “A woman loves to hear her name. No matter how you say it, loud, soft, hesitating, quickly, passionately or with utter hunger of some caveman from antiquity--say her name. Say her name when you make love to her. Say it often.”
Akyria responded by laying her face by Lucky’s. Lucky felt in control. He reached down inside her pants to fondle her sex. Akyria giggled. “Let me help you.” She reached down, unbuckled her pants, and pulled them over her hips. Her teal panties showed, all lacy and girly in the narrow triangle and full and silky sensual on the back.
“Silk. Teal. Intimate Levo’s from Galorian.” Lucky squeezed her bum between his manly fingers.
Akyria responded by grinding harder on his fully hard sex. “Yes. You know a lot about women.”
Akyria decided to be bolder. She began to unbuckle his pants as Lucky’s fingers danced in her garden searching for her rosebutton. Lucky rose a bit with a sigh as Akyria pulled his pushed his pants down. Then she sat up on Lucky’s side and paused. Lucky rose up again and she pulled his pants and underwear off with one heave. The moment had arrived for Akyria. She stooped down pushing her pants and panties to the ground. While squatting there, she stared over Lucky’s thick, hard thighs to his thick harder middle thigh bobbing, precum pouring down. Akyria was surprised how much precum he had. She stood up and straddled him. Lucky watched as she hesitated and aimed. Then just as she was sinking down on him, she delivered her right-handed Moksha slap. “Slap!”
Lucky’s eyes shot open and he reached for her hands. “You’re not Quodarian!”
“Are you!”
Lucky paused. He didn’t want to reach up and fight with Akyria.
“I’m not a generic female either!” Akyria replied her sex now fully impaled on his slickened rod. She smiled, for now it was confirmed. Only a Quodarian man could take a Moksha slap and not be overly offended.
Lucky settled down, “Fair enough. I expected sooner or later a Galan woman would try out the Moksha on me. Just to test and see if I was a Quodarian spy or something—my lovemaking techniques are unusual.” He grinned and started to twist his sex around inside her. Akyria lay down hard on him and stretched out her legs. She intertwined her legs around Lucky’s legs stopping him from thrust hard and fast up inside her sex. She imprisoned his passion. Her sex was dripping more and more. Akyria was not about to let this sex lesson slip away by accusing him of being a Quodarian spy. “Now, we will make soup! And you will teach me.”
Lucky lay back and they had sex for a good four hours. Akyria’s room smelled like so much sex, she had to open the window for the first time in over twenty years, just a crack because she didn’t want a security risk. Lucky only came one during the second hour, but Akyria had numerous orgasms and loved the feeling of his hard pole steady stead inside her making the tiniest motions. She loved how she could squeeze and pull and twist all she wanted, but Lucky remained fully imbedded. They caressed each other's eyes, lips, chest, nose, nipples, bums and hips over and over. Skin to skin sex never occurred like this Akyria thought. She hardly pulled off his hard sex and she grinded her clit to his pubic bone to her heart's content. Unwilling to pull out far and try to bang, bang, bang him, she certainly didn't want to be bang, bang, banged by him. She was a unique woman, tender, not some slab of concrete for a jackhammer to prove itself against. She loved making soup! She felt no rush to come. She felt no emptiness and longingness for him again when he came a second time and they disengaged.
“I can see why you have so much precum.”
“Yes. We Quodorian men learn how to make soup very young, before any bad habits set in.”
Akyria lay panting and satisfied in the most unusual way. “It’s indescribable. I don’t feel needy, sexually or emotionally now.”
Lucky realized he had accomplished the best he could do as a gigolo. Akyria was the highest female in the land, working female. If he could gleam some bit of information from her. A kindness to be repaid later. He lay there considering his options when a thought accorded to him. RaydGalil was in deep trouble with Silth.
“I have a friend, Akyria. Nice guy. He’s in love with my sister.”
Akyria tried to straighten her wet hair, but gave up half way as she relished her calmed, pleasing sexual feelings. She knew he was a Quodarian now. “You want me to help him?”
“Yes. Keep him out of Silth’s way for a while. He’s in the army already. Does that make it easier?”
“That won’t be easy, Lucky. I like you an all, but there’s much risk in your requests.” She considered this carefully as her sex drained of all their “soup” feelings. “I figured out a way.”
Lucky reached over and touched Akyria’s belly button in a loving way.
“I have a commander in the army who owes me a favor.”
“All right.”
“But RaydGalil will have to go to the front!”
“The front!”
“Northern front!”
“That where all the vicious fighting is going on. Is there no other way!”
“These are dangerous times between Silth and Lord Tweezer’s Intelligence Group. It’s the only way.”
“For reasons, you probably all ready know. I cannot contact him again.”
Akyria’s voice bubbled with sunshine. “I keep tabs on Rolith’s operations. I don’t know this RaydGalil’s particular case, but I suspect he’s innocent. So many are being persecuted by SILTH, since the war doesn’t go well.
“What am I paid for this job?”
“Crass. Crass.” She laughed. She rolled over her naked bum and her wet dripping sex in plain view of Lucky’s wanting eyes. He knew it best not to go for another round with such a smart aristocrat.
Akyria rolled over and gave him $5,000 dollars.
Lucky’s eyes widen.
“If I don’t pay you well, Allison will assume you are a Quodarian spy and off goes your sex, Lucky Soup man!”
Lucky took the money in his hand as Akyria leaned over and kissed him.
She said, “Time for you to go.”
“I understand completely.”
end chapter 28
On the Words Plane, Hypatia encountered words Female and Male on another day. She asked these two: “How did it all begin?”
“Female is of course a taller word than male,” Female said. “Female is of course the root. Males come out of the word and female embryo. We are internally stronger, us females. We are more like the Abyss. The male is externally stronger. He can jump higher, run faster. He’s more like things extending out of the Abyss.”
Hypatia giggled.
“No pun intended, Hypatia. We were attached like this, back to back, for several eons, longer than I can remember. We were quiet and contemplative. I stared east and contemplated unifying with Male. Male stared West and contemplated his individualism. One day, the Abyss cut us loose. I, being female, turned around to embrace Male. Male, being male, immediately went out in search of adventure. I, Female, us females have been chasing Males every since. The Abyss caught Male and put us back together, back to back, on this Word Plane. It’s the only way, we can have any peace.
“Bah!” said Male. “Who wants to stay on this Word Plane hugging for more eons?”
“I would have gone on adventures with you, Male!”
“Like an anchor floats!”
Female shriek, “I’m not a stone around your neck!”
“We’re both stones around each other’s neck!”
--From Chapter 5 “I Will Tell The World” by Hypatia Koine.
