by Gabi Moore
After dinner, Monique would take them out to a tour of the garden, maze, and let them be further accustomed to each other.
At least this was the plan. How it would work out in reality was yet to be seen.
There was a knock on the door and Monique walked over to open it. It was one of the servers.
“Mr. Eglise wanted me to come and get you, ma’am. He said the new man is ready to meet her.” He shut the door and Monique heard him walk away. She turned back to Finn.
“Are you ready?” Monique asked her. “He’s here to meet you.”
“I guess I’m ready as ever,” she told her.
“Just need one thing,” Monique told her. She walked over to the dresser and picked up a small bottle of perfume. In one quick movement, she sprayed a little scent between Finn’s breasts. They were perky and not very large. Somehow, she’d avoided the surgery so many of her contemporaries had done.
Monique returned the bottle to the dresser and kissed Finn on the cheek. She took her hand. “Let’s go,” she said while tying her robe on. The match didn’t need any distractions. “Time to meet him.”
Eglise and the new man, who was known as Crison, were in the reception area drinking some fermented beverage made on the home worlds. Neither had their shades on, so the feline nature of their eyes was on display. Just as Eglise wanted his new client to see his potential wife in the best light, he wanted Finn to see the man she might spend the rest of her life as he truly was.
“Did you have any problems during the transfer?” he asked about the space folding method they used to bring him through to the Earth gate.
“No,” Crison told him. “Everything was smooth.” He appeared to be about twenty-five, although it was difficult to tell the level of maturity on a Torzinite. He wore a suite fitted to him for the occasion. Eglise knew the young man was from a prominent family, which shelled out a lot of money to match him with an Earth woman. He hoped everything would go right.
Crison knew he would be matched to a woman older than most of the women who came through the mansion, but he looked forward to the meeting. He was intrigued by her former career, as there was no equivalent on the home worlds due to the sex imbalance.
“Ah here she is!” Eglise said as Monique walked into the entrance of the room. Behind her came Finn’s nude body on display. The older woman looked down and placed one foot behind her to allow her prospective mate to take in her form. Monique released her hand and walked back to look at her. The effect was astounding. The light hit her alabaster body just the right way and she was illuminated as if by a divine light.
“I would like to introduce you to Anita Finn,” Monique said to Corsin.
Both of them stood up. Monique could see the look of ecstasy in the new man’s face. She’d seen it with several of the other matches, but not on this level. The man was truly speechless.
“And I would like to you to meet Corsin,” Eglise said to Finn.
As both Eglise and Monique took their chairs, Corsin walked to Finn and offered his hand. She looked up, smiled and took it. He walked her over the couch where she sat down and assumed a pose which the Torzinite men found pleasing. It was taught to her by Monique. The pose consisted of Finn putting her legs together and folding her hands in her lap.
“You are,” Corsin tried to say, “So beautiful. I don’t think I have ever seen anything so gorgeous in my life.”
Finn looked up at him and tried to prevent the tears. “Thank you,” she said to him. “That is the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.” She meant every word.
They talked for the allotted fifteen minutes, but neither Eglise nor Monique had to say much. The communication was natural and neither one of them had any trouble in conversation with the other. They avoided any talk about the past and focused on the present. Finn asked Corsin how he liked Earth and he asked her what her favorite color was. Monique saw a private gesture from Eglise and left the room so the couple could speak in private.
“I decided we should leave early,” Eglise said to Monique as they sat down in the office. “None of the negative signs were there. I think we have a case of love at first sight. I want to commend you on the fine job you did with her. Finn is a natural beauty, but tonight she was phenomenal.”
“I want this to all work out for her,” Monique explained. “She’s been through a lot and needs a fresh start. If Corsin is the man for her, I want to make sure it happens.”
“Still talking,” Eglise said to her after he’d returned from checking on them. Monique found a reason to go out and ask if they needed anything afterwards, but they hardly noticed her, so closely were the two focused on each other. The same thing happened every time the servants came in to report. By the time it was ready for dinner, they went to fetch them from the reception room and found them entwined on the coach watching the sun outside the window.
Dinner was slow, but they managed to hold hands through the meal. At one point Corsin cut her food for her and fed his potential wife. Monique knew this was a custom off-world, but had never seen it before with a new match. She even allowed him to wipe her mouth with a napkin.
Monique took them for a stroll in the garden and showed Corsin the back section of the estate. He seemed impressed, but most of his attention focused on Finn. He couldn’t stare at her long enough. She thrived on the attention and returned his stares with her own.
Monique took the couple back to the mansion and gave Eglise a nod of approval as she walked past the office. She explained that Corsin would be with Finn tonight as it was the first evening of his arrival on Earth. She took them to their room and opened the door to let Corsin go inside it.
“I need to speak with you,” she told Finn and then turned to Corsin. “Go ahead and make yourself ready. There is a shower in the room and plenty of things you might need. She’ll be with you in a moment.” Monique shut the door and took Finn to her own room.
“How is everything?” she asked Finn. “You seem to have taken a liking to each other, but I need to hear the words from your mouth.”
Finn gave her a big hug. “I can’t believe how perfect he is for me!” she exclaimed. “This is the man I’ve waited for all my life.”
“Listen,” Monique said to her. “I’ve talked to Eglise and he’s all right with me being in the room with you if it would help. I can do this for you if you want me to. We’ll have to clear it with Corsin, but I think it will be fine.”
“You would do that for me?” Finn said, unable to believe what she heard. “I don’t know how to thank you!”
“Yes I would do it for you,” Monique said and planted a kiss on her lips. “Now let’s go, we don’t want to keep the man you will spend the rest of your life with waiting.” She walked Finn back across the hall and opened the door, closing it behind them as they entered the room.
“Anita has something to tell you,” Monique announced.
“I want Monique to join us tonight,” she explained to Corsin, “If it’s all right with you? Things have been rough for me and it would mean a lot.”
Corsin, who was in the bed, couldn’t believe what Finn had said to him. “I have never heard of such a thing. Is it something you do on the first night on Earth? I have no issue with it.”
“Thank you,” she said as she went to the bed and slid under the covers with him. Monique removed her robe and put it in the closet. In seconds, she was in the bed too, on the other side of Finn.
It was Monique’s plan to assist her and not get in the way of things. She wanted Finn to feel relaxed and not have worry about performance anxiety. By the time she was in bed with the two lovers, Finn was on her side kissing her new lover. All Monique had to do was massage her back and help the tension move out of her body. Finn let out a low moan as she felt the long hands of Monique glide down her back.
Monique stayed at the side, holding Finn’s hand as she laid back and allowed her love to mount her from the top. “It’s a bit hot,” she whispered into Finn’s ear as Corsin ent
ered her. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
“Oh, God, I already do!” Finn cried out as she took him inside her.
Monique was able to stoke her head as Corsin planted kissed all over her face. She could tell by the way her eyes rolled that Finn enjoyed every moment of what he was doing to her. She yelled as the first climax rolled through her. When Corsin climaxed, Monique could see the shock of the heat in her eyes. She arched her back up and gripped on Monique’s hand as she felt it fill her up inside.
The two of them made love for the next three hours with Monique doing what she could to help. She really didn’t need to do much but lay there and encourage them. Monique felt her role was one of a cheerleader more than anything else. She left them sleeping in each other’s arms hours later.
When Monique returned to her room, she found both Eglise and Noosa in bed waiting for her.
“You’ve been busy,” Noosa said to her. “Do you have any love left for us?”
“I always have plenty of love for my Daddies,” Monique said as she rolled between them. “So who gets which end?’
The next day, Corsin and Finn went to the local justice of the peace and had the legal ceremony done. Normally, they liked the couples to wait a few days, but their attraction to each other was so intense there was no question. The piercer, always on short notice, arrived with the diamond labia ring and put it in Finn while Monique stood by and watched. Corsin held Finn’s hand when the piercer put it in.
“Wow,” said the piercer as she watched the two of them embrace for a long time. “I don’t usually see this reaction.”
“First one,” read the picture when Eglise showed it to Monique. He wanted her to see it before putting it in his album.
The picture showed a very happy Anita Finn wearing a loose robe and holding her newborn daughter. She’d shaved her head, something that didn’t surprise Monique given the intensity of the love she had for her new husband of nine months.
Monique put it in the album and returned to her desk. It was July and she would go out on the porch tonight, look at the stars and think about the women she’d helped find off-world husbands. Finn was special to her and made Monique sure of herself when she sent the “I Quit!” message into the agency drop box. She could almost see Mrs. Carpenter tossing her file across the room when receiving the news, wondering if she had to go in there herself to find out what made these women quit the agency?
Monique still didn’t know who the agency plant was inside the mansion, but someday she would learn.
In the meantime, she had two men who satisfied her, and she loved her job. She hoped it would last forever, although nothing ever did.
- THE END -
Faerie Rift
The Faerie Rift Chronicles (Book 1)
By Jae Vogel
Chapter 1
The ground shuddered beneath my feet. The army was off in the distance still, but even as they approached, the planet marked their approach. Huge red ants, larger than most I had seen closer to the Capitol, all scurried into their holes. They were going underground, and I knew that if we were wise, we too would follow.
It is only the petulant and the foolhardy who fight their wars on the surface in spite of so great a force.
We were the Fae Resistance. Fighters who held close to their ideals, and even though we didn’t have a very good statistical chance of success, we were ready to both kill and die for what we believed in. The problem was that we could no longer continue to live as we had been living. We had reached a breaking point. There was nothing more to lose beyond the physical forms that we held, and even those were beginning to wane.
The enemy had so much more than us in almost every regard. The only thing that we had an abundance of was self-righteous pride, and determination. It served us well, because when you think that you are in the right, and that your cause is just, you can draw on stores that previously hadn’t existed.
The heat was unbearable, even from my position sequestered amongst the rocks. I was holed off to the side of the primary theater. The whole scenario was a last stand attempt to draw the troops out from the Capitol, and then assassinate their chain of command — starting with the leader of their army, Lord Xan.
First, the shots came down over my position. It was all Fae Magic, which is what made this whole battle so sickening. A country should never have to sustain the hells of a civil war, but when the flames exploded in dangerous circumference around the incendiary projectiles, I wasn’t thinking about the cruelties of war any longer.
None of us were.
Just then, there was a tear in my vision and I was in another place altogether.
The clang of the battle was moving forward in a volley of arrows. They blotted out the dim light of the sun, and created phantoms in the smoke that hung in the air. I watched from the sides while the smoke made the shapes of cruel tentacled monsters, and fierce serpents.
As though they were mocking us, which they most certainly were, the illusionists took hold of the scene. The dragons of my hallucinations took form and began to soar through the sky on serpentine currents of air.
We were all hidden, and we knew well enough that the arrows themselves were more dangerous than the phantoms, but I felt the effect of the illusions regardless. The sight of them reminded me of the posh aristocratic sorcerers who inhabited the Capitol. We were fighting so hard for equality, and they stood for every form of cruel and vindictive entitlement I could think of. Xan, our target for the day, was their leader.
I recall watching the places where my friends were holed up and waiting. They were far away, and their actual positions were obscured by the shadows of monsters from above. Rage swelled up within me and I struggled to retain the level of composure that I knew would be required of me moving forward in our mission.
Another visual tear, followed by the sound of static and a high pitch ringing in my ears.
The carrier tone is the aftermath of an explosion that went off too close for comfort. We finally erected some deflection spells, but I was caught on the wrong side of them. I got lucky. No other way to frame the situation.
My body is full of adrenaline, and I am using every bit of my physical ability in order to move quickly. I have to close a great distance in a short period of time. Explosions around me spray my body with chunks of rocks. We have nearly missed the mark of what we were aiming to achieve.
In the distance, I can see Thane. He is supposed to be at my side but is caught up in an unfavorable battle. There are too many of them, and things are not going as smoothly as we had hoped they might.
I don't even have the presence of mind to wish that I as elsewhere.
My path to Thane is blocked, and I am pushed into the rear end of the fray. The rocks around me look like they have been lashed and marked by some furious storm. Rain pours down soot and debris from overhead. As the toxins are purged from the sky, I survey the field, and find our target -- the very reason for all of this sacrifice. Even as I see him, Xan is raining fire down from the heavens.
My vision widens as I consider what must be done. Without my consent, my senses have heightened to an exponential degree. Not only can I hear Thane's blade slide through the armor plating of the opponents he fights, but I can smell the seared flesh of our brothers and sisters on the far side of the battle lines. A vision of Xan grows in my head, and I realize that this is the future he wanted to achieve. Burning people alive who dared to disagree with his beliefs.
Without thinking, I took a step forward.
My role in all of this was supposed to be ancillary. I was supposed to create value. Provide information. I was not an action asset. That was Thane's job. However, every moment I continued to censor myself, was one more moment when I had to watch the world deteriorate around me. There wasn't enough time for things to unfold as we had planned, and it became increasingly clear to me that I needed to take a drastic step forward, and go at it alone.
The plan was complex, which is why my services were
needed.
I had been studying Xan on an undercover level for years now. I knew his movements, and his habits. I knew everything that I could learn about him, given the fact that he was my sole point of focus for this entire assignment. Importantly, I had also uncovered his point of weakness.
Men like Xan took refuge in the complexities of their own minds. There is a level of arrogance there which prohibits them from thinking clearly about matters which might be better handled via other pathways.
Xan had mapped out the geometric pathways of power on which he drew his strength. He had planned out all of the theoretical advantages and disadvantages of retaining a full shield, versus retaining full attack power. In a field of battle like this, he was going to be more outwardly focused than inwardly defensive. That much was evident. The trick in knowing how to disable a person's magical shields has to do with knowing which geometrical structures to dislocate. In a complex system, removing one fundamental structural element can be the difference between relative impermeability and systemic collapse.
My job was to know the pathways forward, disable the shields, and let Thane follow up with the killing strike.
"Aria, STAND DOWN!"
Thane's voice rang clear in my head through private telepathic channels. The two of us had spent so time training together that our bodies and souls had fused. We could share thoughts, which was another reason why our placement together was crucial.
