Crossworld of Xai

by Steven Savage

  She stripped down from her usual clothes quickly, slipping into a pair of emerald-green thong panties and a bra of the same color. She glanced in the mirrored sliding doors to the room’s closet.

  Jade smiled. Black fur, green lingerie, and a knowing grin did it every time. She took off her socks - the white fur on her hands and feet added a certain artistry. Still …

  Still … this was rather blatant. Something with a little extra taste would be fun. Besides, she doubted whatever she was wearing would stay on very long.

  The Vulpine’s rather convoluted mind slipped into a new configuration. She threw open the closet door and sorted through a box of her summer clothes - mostly donations, considering the Zone Cleric lifestyle.

  A few minutes later, she walked out of the bedroom wearing a short, tight denim skirt she had considered giving to Clairice, and a simple shirt she’d knotted to expose her belly. It was an enjoyable feeling, being dressed to be provocative twice.

  She sighted in on HuanJen in the living room, still reading. He hadn’t noticed her or hadn’t acknowledged her. It was time to change that.

  Jade walked between HuanJen and the coffee table. Rather innocently, she leaned over to look at the magazines piled there. She felt the skirt slide up her thighs, giving her a strange thrill as it exposed part of her buttocks and the green thong.

  “I have an idea of something we can do,” Jade said casually but playfully.

  “Yes?”

  “We could spend some time together,” Jade purred. Her tail twitched playfully.

  “Well, a nice quiet evening would be nice.” HuanJen’s voice held absolutely no lust. She knew intuitively he had looked at her, seen her, she’d felt his eyes on her backside, but he didn’t seem to react.

  He hadn’t even commented.

  He hadn’t even joked.

  He could have at least reminded her of the weather.

  “Yes,” Jade said, straightening up and turning around, “yes it would.”

  She looked down at HuanJen. He was still reading, and infuriatingly calm. He was as still as a mountain - and to her, a challenge. Somewhere in there was the man who’d once gone down on her as she’d sat studying in the den.

  The memories fired her more. He was probably playing, making her work for it.

  “Interesting article?”

  “Oh, very,” HuanJen turned a page.

  Jade wiggled her way onto the couch, sitting next to her lover. She took his free hand into her own carefully, tenderly.

  “It’ll be nice to have some time together, won’t it?”

  “I agree.” The Magician-Priest sounded as passionate as a brick wall in a snowstorm.

  Jade smiled grimly. Time to put in some more effort.

  The vulpine lifted her lover’s hand to her mouth and ran her wet tongue along it. A slight twitch, no other reaction.

  She wasn’t deterred.

  Jade ran HuanJen’s index finger around her lips as she gently blew on it. Then, slowly, she began to suck it, moaning slightly. She could feel her own arousal growing - there was something overwhelming when HuanJen entered her. Her mind flashed with memories of him making love to her, of what his manhood tasted like …

  She continued, sucking on each of his fingers in turn, nibbling, making tiny sounds of pleasure. His scent hung in her nostrils like perfume.

  HuanJen then withdrew his hand to turn the page of the magazine.

  Something niggling in Jade’s mind said she should be deterred. The rest of her mind overruled it - her libido decided to throw a coup.

  It had been awhile since she’d made love with HuanJen, and the urge was flaring brightly within her. The calmer he was the more arousing it seemed - there was a point where stillness crossed into motion, and she could feel it within him.

  Time for a more direct approach.

  “Not interested?” Jade pouted.

  HuanJen looked at her with an odd expression in his eyes, something Jade couldn’t read. Something hidden, which was strange as he hid so little. Usually with HuanJen things about him weren’t hidden, you just hadn’t looked hard enough.

  “Not really,” was the answer, though Jade thought she sensed the glimmer of something else.

  “Can I change your mind,” Jade lilted. She took HuanJen’s hand and frankly placed it between her breasts.

  “I doubt it.”

  “Really?”

  With an amazing amount of manual dexterity, Jade reached around her back under her shirt with one hand, and undid her bra. Slowly, show worked HuanJen’s hand under her shirt, running his fingers along her erect nipples and furred breasts. She was surprised how sensitive they were.

  She didn’t get a grope. Or a caress. Or a reaction. HuanJen was like a statue.

  Jade enjoyed sex and a good mystery. This was an odd combination of both. She wasn’t sure she enjoyed it - it was more like solving sex and having a mystery.

  “Look, hon …” Jade leaned forward, breathing in HuanJen’s ear, “if you aren’t interested I bet I could …”

  She ran her fingers over HuanJen’s groin … and stopped.

  Everything was in place, needless to say, but there wasn’t as much as she expected. He had no arousal at all.

  Someone was home, but the lights weren’t on.

  “Huan, are you OK?”

  “I’m fine dear,” HuanJen set down the magazine. “Why?”

  “Well, you … aren’t reacting.”

  “Yes?”

  “I …”

  Jade’s eyes narrowed. His responses were simpler, paced. Regular. Something was familiar …

  “You’re breathing funny, you … you’re using yoga you little bastard!”

  She recognized the pacing, the breath. It was a standard calming mediation technique, like one of the earliest he’d taught her. Of course he had decades of experience on her in the mystical arena, so whatever he was doing was probably more than relaxing after a bad day.

  “Is there a problem?” the cleric asked, trying not to smile and failing.

  “Why … ” Jade felt a mix of lust and the urge to strangle colliding with the clerical training HuanJen had given her.

  “Sproing,” was the only answer.

  Jade’s eyes narrowed. HuanJen began to laugh.

  It wasn’t a simple giggle, it was heartfelt, something coming deep inside him. She found herself feeling humiliated for a moment, then realized who she was dealing with. HuanJen, her foundation, the one person who’d never hurt her, and she began laughing too.

  “Sorry,’ HuanJen wiped away tears, “I am sorry, I heard you talking about me, and I … really wanted to see your expression.”

  “Fine,” Jade said with mock-grouchiness, “I humiliated myself totally. Gods I was probably going to slather myself in whip cream and do the dance of seven veils next.”

  “Never, ever take an erection for granted, dear.”

  “I won’t, I won’t,” Jade felt her arousal circle inside of her, “did anything nearly work?”

  HuanJen regained his composure, or perhaps it regained him. “Actually?”

  “Yes?” Jade drove the question home.

  “Almost all of it. The bending over was a nice touch as it surprised me. It did allow me to prepare for the rest because it was a warning.”

  “Thanks, I try.”

  “I know,” HuanJen reached over and gave his lover a ferocious hug, “can you forgive me?”

  “Of course. I get the message,” Jade retruend the embrace, “and … you aren’t doing your breathing exercises now.”

  “Well, no …” HuanJen began as Jade’s red tongue caressed his neck, “that was sneaky, Jade.”

  “I know … I’m a bad girl.”

  “Merely misunderstood. Though what’ you’re doing with your hand is hard to misinterpret.”

  Jade pulled away from her lover and mentor and winked. “I try. Hey, really, I was hard to resist?”

  “Extremely,” HuanJen’s voice held no guile, “go ahe
ad, lean over the table like you did before.”

  Jade’s eyes narrowed and she tried not to smile. “Of course. Anything for the cause of a good explanation.”

  With deliberate slowness Jade stood, then bent over the cofeetable. She looked back at HuanJen and swayed her exposed hips slowly. She felt a bit vulnerable, but also a sense of power - knowing she was tempting him, knowing he was looking at her.

  “Does that work … hey!”

  HuanJen had moved like quicksilver, his teeth giving Jade a loving bite on her right buttock. The Vulpine straightened up instinctively, only to have her companion tackle her. The couple rolled onto the floor of the apartment.

  “This is what I get for breaking your concentration,” Jade gasped. HuanJen pulled her atop of him and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue gently stroking the roof of her mouth. She returned his affection, his warmth and scent overwhelming her like gentle fire.

  HuanJen worked his hands beneath Jade’s skirt, gripping her buttocks tightly. The Vulpine began to playfully buy forcibly grind her hips against his. The cleric responded by stroking her tail with one hand, and massaging the sensitive spots at it’s base with the other.

  “That’s driving me crazy,” Jade noted, panting.

  “Really. Consider it … the universe balancing out.”

  “Thanks. Oh, and Huan? Shut up.”

  “Understood.” The cleric gave as close as he could to an evil grin. “Here, let me ensure I cannot talk and disturb you.”

  HuanJen suddenly slid beneath Jade, mouth closing over her left nipple, his fingers dancing down her belly. Jade grinned, twitching when he bit gently …

  … and bumping her head on the coffeetable.

  “Bedroom,” HuanJen asked in a muffled voice, his face buried between her breasts.

  “Bedroom,” Jade answered.

  Jade leapt to her feet and sprinted for the bedroom, her lover in hot pursuit. As soon as she’d gotten to the bed, she felt HuanJen wrap his arms around her.

  “You got me.”

  “Yes, I have,” the mystic breathed, “now … it is your turn.”

  HuanJen gently leaned Jade over and knelt behind her. He removed her panties quickly, and kissed her exposed sex, gently working her tongue inside of her. Jade gripped the bedsheets and arched her back sensually.

  “You know, that yoga does charge you up …” The Vulpine acknowledged, hips bucking slightly. Needless to say, HuanJen didn’t make the effort to respond verbally.

  As his tongue did his work, the mystic stroked Jade’s jewel lightly with his fingers, dancing along the sensitive folds and the hood. He could feel the play of sensations within her body as he could his own …

  … Jade felt herself radiating like light. No matter how much sensation poured into her, it seemed everything was pouring out. These were the points that she saw only while making love or in meditation …

  “Easy, lover …” Jade purred. “Now, you must be …”

  HuanJen stopped his attentions. Jade rolled over, to find her lover quickly stepping out his clothes, obviously very erect. As he wiped his mouth with one of the handkerchiefs they kept on the nightstand, Jade sat up and took his shaft in hand.

  “Hmmm. You’re close …” Jade breathed along the sensitive length of HuanJen’s erection.

  “No more teasing,” HuanJen mocked ordered, “Or you may find yourself a bit messy.”

  “Oh,” Jade leaned forward, brushing HuanJen’s shaft against her furry neck. “kinky … but what a waste. You have such an interesting look in your eye, lover.”

  “Just looking at you. Lay back.”

  Jade hesitated for a moment. She had never enjoyed making love with someone atop her. But this was HuanJen …

  The Vulpine lay back on the bed, HuanJen kneeling over her. He didn’t lay on top of her, but angled his body carefully so he could enter her while keeping himself propped up on his arms. Guiding himself carefully, his shaft entered her gently, inoffensively.

  Jade sighed. “Yes.”

  “I …” Huan_Jen looked down at his lover. Jade reached up and touched his cheek.

  She’d never liked a man atop of her - most of the men of Colony were large, and not always gentlemanly. She liked to be in control.

  With HuanJen, you never had to worry.

  “Come here.”

  With caution, HuanJen lay across Jade. She drew him close and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper. The two lay locked in an embrace for a timeless moment, and then HuanJen gently began to thrust.

  Jade growled and began nipping at her lover’s throat, little sparkling bites of pleasure, urging her companion on. HuanJen kept up his even thrusts, timing each carefully, gauging the feelings and sensations in Jade’s body. His world was a world where boundaries blurred, and in the intimate moments, he could feel Jade almost as if she was himself.

  “I see my little routine paid off in the end,” Jade said, gasping.

  “Yes,” HuanJen plunged deep inside Jade, causing her to tremble pleasurably, “very effective.”

  “I can …” Jade’s eyelids fluttered as HuanJen drove himself deep again, “that’s cruel.”

  “Cruel? You seem to be enjoying it,” HuanJen’s usual eternal innocence cracekd around the edges. He rotated his hips sensually as he continued his actions.

  “Oh, I … am, Jade sighed, laying back, arms outstretched, “I … love you … and … you never did that before …”

  “Oh, I did, but that was another position.”

  “Oh … ” Jade felt her eyes mist over with golden light, “yes … “

  Suddenly a wave of pleasure erupted up her body. Jade cried out happily, seizing HuanJen in a tight embrace, riding out the climax that washed through her. She ran her hands over his sinewy back as the sensation passed.

  With a small moan, Jade flopped back on the bed. HuanJen rolled to the side, gently exiting her body. Propped up on one arm, he looked down at her, smiling.

  “You’re beautiful,” he stated simply.

  “And exhausted and sweaty,” Jade returned the smile, “next time I’ll give you more credit than … sproing.”

  “Thank you. I think I proved my point.”

  “Expertly …” Jade paused. The words ‘Expert’ and ‘Sex’ were not a good idea to combine on a planet with a Guild of Prostitutes, ” … I mean wonderfully.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Now …” Jade ran a finger around one of HuanJen’s nipples, “you didn’t get a chance.”

  “Well …”

  “Go clean up,” Jade ordered lovingly.

  Without a word, HuanJen stood and went to the bathroom across the hall. Jade lay bak for a moment, catching her breath as the sink ran. When the water stopped, she sat up.

  HuanJen walked back in, moving catlike, obviously still erect. When he was close enough, Jade leaned forward and planted a kiss on the end of his manhood.

  “Now, it’s your turn,” the apprentice mystic grinned up at her lover, licking her lips.

  The Vulpine ran her slick tongue up and down HuanJen’s shaft, pausing now and then to flutter it underneath the tip. She could feel his arousal rising quickly. He had been close when she had finally climaxed, she could tell.

  Jade gripped the base of his sex between her thum and forefinger, and began stroking rapidly, her tongue still covering every inch of his erection. HuanJen shuddered at the mixing of the various sensations.

  “Oh, I can feel it …” Jade looked up and winked, ” … it’s quite built up.”

  “Your fault.”

  “True …”

  Jade sucked HuanJen’s penis deep into her mouth, rubbing the head on the roof of the mouth, then pulling out quickly to lick the head in a circular motion. Her tongue slowly roamed over the end of his shaft.

  HuanJen suddenly groaned and Jade felt a hot ribbon of semen land on her cheek. Wasting no time, she wrapped her mouth around the head, sucking forcefully, her lover’s essence accumulating in her mouth.
When the final spasm had left HuanJen’s body, she looked up at him, smiled, batted her eyes playfully, and swallowed.

  The Vulpine lay her head against her lover’s belly while he stroked her long, fine hair. After a few moments, HuanJen handed her the handkerchief.

  “Thanks,” Jade wiped away the semen as best she could, “going to need some of that special soap you make. Or did we use it all last time?”

  “No, I made some extra.”

  “Good,” Jade sniggered, “it was hard to get that stuff off of my back.”

  “It was fun to help, “HuanJen noted.

  “I recall,” Jade lay back on the bed, “Huan, why is it you never dressed sexy for me? No offense, but I just wondered.”

  “Jade, well, you seem quite willing to do it. Something you do almost automatically …”

  “Like sproing?”

  “What an apt metaphor.”

  Jade closed her eyes. “Next time, then, it’s you in a tight bathing suit or I won’t get aroused.”

  FOUNDATIONS

  February 19, 2001 AD, Xaian Standard Calendar

  A lot of people knew Rotan Brownmiller, even if they weren’t aware they knew him.

  Brownmiller was a shaman. In the Xaian religion, despite its undogmatic approach, there was a clear division of who did what. Priests and priestesses served one god or several related gods, Shamans and shamanesses served a variety of deities and communed with spirits. Priests and priestesses had their temples and shrines, shamans and shamanesses only base was their home. You went to Priests and Priestesses, shamans and shamanesses came to you.

  Brownmiller was a city shaman, a devotee of Korsufar Bex, Zelzina, and a variety of minor deities. He was a man of practical gods, gods of construction, gods of creation, goddesses of electricity. Asphalt and steel were his elements.

  There were a variety of city shamans like him - they exorcised old or new buildings, said blessings, counseled work crews, studied history, and occasionally provided workers with highly interesting admixtures to help with their work. You saw a lot of them and their kind around, and thus you never saw them - knew them but didn’t know them.

  Brownmiller liked it that way.