WhiteRain Posted October 20, 2011 Share Posted October 20, 2011 Time: Four days after In The Light of Day Place: The Congo, one of Einherjar’s many, many palace gardens Chang Zha-Yang walked upon a path of precise square paving slabs in one of King Einherjar’s many gardens. Tall trees rose up in clumps along the perimeter walls and created a subtle partition that put three distinct sections into the garden. Long-limbed and leafy, they whispered in the wind, while birds twittered from the upper branches. Beds of violet and crimson flowers peaked out from the trees’ shadows and gathered in expansive rows that the path wound between like a drunken serpent, fringed on every side by verdant green grass. She made for the centre of the garden, where a marble fountain burbled and trickled clean cool water into a wide bowl at the bottom. It pleased her to see these things succeeding. Though landscaping was not an area she often ventured into, Chang possessed a natural feel for all the arts and never failed to excel. With the gardens she sought to forge peaceful places, yet ones that echoed the violence which birthed them. Some of the trees bore careful carvings on the trunks, war koans she constructed from Old Norse, latin, ancient Hebrew and Mongolian writings, echoing the words of conquerors from ages past. The fountain’s central figure was a take-off on Einherjar himself, not the near-lifelike carvings she crafted to glorify him, but a fully deified version that bore similarities to depictions of Zeus, Yahweh and other father gods. When settling down to make the statue, Chang’s first thoughts were to combine him with the old gods of war, but in becoming King Einherjar grew from a mere warrior to being something more… interesting. “Hard to believe he used to be an Elite,” said one of Lucrezia, sliding her arm around Chang’s waist. Five of her followed behind, taking in the garden’s many sights, looking for all the little hidden things that Chang always put into her creations. “Do you think there’ll be other Nova ‘kings’ in time, or is he an anomaly?” “I hope so, for our sake,” Chang replied. The fountain was approached by four different strands of the winding path, and ringed by four curved and short stone walls, with a bench at each. She sat beyond the bench, shaping her own seat from her body, as always. Three of Lucrezia, all shaped like different women, all divinely beautiful and graceful, slipped onto the bench at either side of her. “You’re such a pessimist at times. I mean, if we have to put up with baselines, why shouldn’t we be their rulers? It’s not like we can’t do a better job of it than they do.” Chang smiled. Her wife was beautiful, intelligent to a degree, but she never came close to Chang on the latter count. At times she saw things a little simply. “If we set ourselves up as their rulers we limit ourselves to their limits. Our endeavour becomes theirs, chained to their needs, else we are not rulers but tyrants. But if we are tyrants, why bother with the baselines at all save to satisfy a childish need for servants and fawning busybodies? We cannot truly grow or find our own way if we choose to rule over humankind. Is Teras the right way, beloved? If it is, we cannot rule humanity. Our goals will grow alien over time, ourselves distant. A ruler must never be too distant from his people. Once he loses sight of those over which he rules, he is doomed to indolence, selfishness and eventual destruction.” Lucrezia laughed with all three of her bodies, and leaned on Chang’s shoulder from both sides. “I swear, some days you could look at the brightest sun and see nothing but clouds on the horizon.” “It is not my fault if I am the only one that can see them,” Chang protested, putting on an offended tone with two of her voices, while the others retained their quiet tone of amusement. She sighed. “You are right, of course. I over-think. I believe that such is the burden of brilliance.” Lucrezia’s third body slid into Chang’s lap, pressing firmly against her, squeezing against Chang’s large shaft. Chang wore a somewhat altered take-off on jeans and shirt, with her ‘shirt’ melded into the jeans at the front for decency’s sake. Her jeans were blue and ripped at the knees, her shirt white, emblazoned with pretend bloodstains that formed a complex and maze-like pattern, bulged outward as ever by the presence of Chang’s shaft. The Lucrezia before her wore a sheer white gown that left little to the imagination. “I love you when you’re arrogant,” she said, grinning, and laced her arms around Chang’s neck. “Not that you’re wrong, of course.” “Too many of our kind are ashamed to admit what they know. The trick is acknowledging one’s strengths without losing sight of the weaknesses. I am brilliant, but over-cautious. And I am frequently wrong. Too many of us believe we’re incapable of that failing, inside the Teragen and out. I hope that’s a baseline weakness that our children will grow out of, but I admit that I am not pinning my hopes on it.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” Lucrezia grinned, nibbling at her lip. Chang took the hint, and kissed her, losing herself in Lucrezia’s lips and the unnatural smoothness of her skin. Her long, thick tongue slithered deep into Chang’s throat, tickling all the way down inside. The other two held close to her body, quiet and content to hug. Desire stirred her heart and warmth spread through her skin. Her shaft thickened and swelled, growing half-hard, almost as thick as Chang’s torso. They broke apart, though Lucrezia’s tongue was still deep in her throat. Her blue eyes were clouded with lust, though she slowly pulled her tongue free and retracted it into her mouth. She stroked at Chang’s cock through her shirt, and a trail of burning ecstasy followed her fingers, sending pleasure she felt in her ‘clothes’ and shaft alike. Chang studied her, and allowed a breath that came out as a strangled gasp of pleasure. “Are you growing hungry yet?” “Always hungry when I see this,” she said, with a devilish smile. “I want you to stretch me next time. Really stretch me.” “Though to answer your question,” said the one sitting to her right, “no I’m not hungry yet. Still, want to do it? Perhaps we should lie in the fountain? It’s been a while since we made love underwater.” Every breath she took was a seductive whisper. Chang resisted, though. There were times and places for things. Though three of her four voices trembled, the fourth was clear. “That would be inappropriate, I think. I am your Mirror Queen, after all. It’s important to let people believe I’m respectable.” “Oh, you’re going to tease me,” all three of them said, pouting at her. “You’re horrible sometimes. Since when did you ever care about being ‘respectable’? Does anyone join the Pandaimonion if they’re worried about being respectable?” Chang relaxed back into her faux-stone flesh. One of the copies rose and hopped up on the fountain, then clambered up the statue to balance atop the god-Einherjar’s head, balancing on a single toe like a ballerina. The copy in her lap slipped onto the bench beside her. “You are right, of course. Artists have never been respectable types. Rather we’re scruffy and famous for being penniless dreamers. I set myself standards long ago, though, and always endeavour to live up to them. Those are the iron rules for us, don’t you think? Besides, someone might be watching,” she added, teasing as best she could. “Let them watch. What’s seen can’t be unseen, right? Stretch me out halfway across the garden. Let them watch that and stay quiet,” she gave a throaty chuckle. “And if they show themselves, we can pin them down and I can watch you absorb them. That’ll teach ‘em.” Chang nodded. It would, in fact, teach them. “It might also cause a degree of botheration for our host. I don’t believe any of his guests have ever killed one another. He might be upset, and Einherjar being upset would at the least be annoying and almost certainly result in my expulsion from his kingdom. That would be a little inconvenient, I think.” Or he would kill me and have done with it, she thought. The Congo might be more affluent under its Nova master, but it maintained its old reputation for violent justice. And under him, how could it be otherwise? Some of his reputation was over-statement, of course, but there was steel behind it. Einherjar had a refined understanding of the nature of strength. It meant nothing without a certain determination to apply it. Lucrezia nodded. They all fell quiet for a time. The copy on the statue grew bored and flipped off the statue, landing in a forward roll onto the grass. One of the two on the bench joined the other three in exploring the garden. Chang listened to the wind, rubbed her toes into the stone beneath her feet and studied the work she had done on the statue to see how well it stood to the test of time. For now at least the marble seemed new-cut, though darkened by the water which seemed to pour down from Einherjar’s shoulders like a shimmering cape. She liked what she did with this garden. In the end she thought she might have been a little too subtle, that the message was so easy to miss that it might as well not exist. Landscaping was a troubling subject. It always seemed so hard to guide where people’s eyes would be drawn without rendering everything artificial. She began to ponder how to deal with the issue. “If I may ask,” Lucrezia said, “you’ve been pretty quiet since the Count’s party. What happened after Raoul took you off?” “He arranged an interesting meeting with a few of our descendants. A gorgeous young man by the name of Darrik whom you would have been all over-“ “Literally,” Lucrezia said. “-and an altogether more mysterious fellow named Carnal. A protégé of Sin-Eater.” “Oh, goodie,” Lucrezia said. “Did you two play nice?” “Actually, yes,” Chang said, all four voices combining to show her disapproval at Lucrezia’s words. “It seems she’s decided to settle matters between us. It’s for the best, of course. We’ve all got bigger problems to worry about.” “There was a pretext, I assume?” Chang shrugged. “She disapproves of my association with Narcosis and my mission. So, just about everything that matters, really. But there’s nothing wrong with polite disapproval, and it seems I’ve slotted in above Narcosis in Sin-Eater’s esteem. I suspect Raoul’s hand in it, else some scheme of hers. Either way, it’s less pettiness to worry about and I’m content with that arrangement. We’ll see if we can sort things out. With Raoul in the shadows I expect there’ll be some sort of accord. Honestly, Sin-Eater’s an awful lot more reasonable than I am. I have a stubborn streak a mile wide.” Lucrezia looked directly at Chang’s cock and pursed her lips. “You know, I’m actually above this particular pun. That’s simply too easy.” Chang smiled at her and stroked her cheek. “But I set you up for it so beautifully! If you won’t accept my gifts, whatever will we do when it’s time for celebration?” “Tear off our clothes and make glorious love under a full moon, and ideally don’t stop until the next full moon rises. How’s that sound?” She inclined her head. “Quite pleasant.” “Quite? Quite?” Lucrezia shook her head. “If I wasn’t married to you…” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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