"Hayseed!" he exclaimed. "Do you know who that is?"
"Now I do. King Havoc. He made an Oath of Brotherhood with me, and did not touch me no fault, but I learned much from him. He took me to a young man who needs assistance. But now I fear my presence endangers him, so I seek Havoc to deal with the problem."
"There is surely much more to fathom," Fifth said. "But here is my capsule. I too know the problems of discrimination, and therefore volunteered to join a training group to govern Planet Earth. There was a complication, and Queen Gale took me no fault, then sent me to her daughter Flame, who is an Amazon." He paused. "I confess to liking lean women. Now I have a problem, and hope Queen Gale will find a solution."
"You have been associating with Glamors?"
"I have had sexual affairs with five Glamor women. Therein lies my problem. Do you wish detail?"
"Yes!" Opaline said, amazed. Her desire for sex was increasing. The constant sex she had had with Oak never satisfied her; all it did was work her up partially, frustrating her. She had considerable pent-up desire.
"The Queen took me as a matter of convenience, and was kind to me. What a woman! She ascertained my preference, and gave me to Flame, who fits it perfectly. We have not married because such relationships by the Glamors are in abeyance until the machine crisis is settled. But Flame fears that it is her Glamor nature that attracts me, rather than her body or personality. So she required me to have no fault affairs with three other Glamors, and to return to her if I still preferred her. I went to the Red Glamor, a fantastic woman many centuries my elder but seeming as young and sexy as a teen. Then I went to Voila, who candidly frightens me; she is the strongest of the Glamors, and I felt like a gnat on the verge of Void in her presence. Then Weft, for glorious sex, and she—she wants me."
"Two Glamor sisters want you!" Opaline said. What a life he had!
"Affirmation. Weft is open about her passion for her father, Havoc, but she can't marry him, so is looking elsewhere. She will marry me, if I come to her rather than to Flame, and bear my children. Now I must choose between them, and I don't know how. So I hope their mother will advise me."
"This is a problem," Opaline agreed.
"Agreement."
"May I share a secret?"
"We are Oathed," he reminded her. "I will not betray any secret of yours."
"Now I think I see why we had to Oath. It is so we can share our secrets without concern for betrayal or violation of conscience. Voila must believe we can help each other."
"She must," he agreed.
"I see a way station," she said. "Let's pause and do it."
"Question?"
"This is no fault," she reminded him.
"And you are a winsome girl. Appreciation."
There was a shelter with water and food for travelers. They skipped the food and used the adjacent sanitary facility. Then they entered the shelter and stripped. Even his penis was completely black.
"Take me," she said, doing her best to mask the desire that whetted her mind and wetted her cleft. Men were supposed to be always seeking sex, but women were supposed to be less interested.
"I find myself abruptly eager," he said. Indeed, he had a full erection.
She clasped him and took him in. He jetted within her immediately, just as Oak did. She was pleased; what she had learned applied to other men, making her competent. Yet that was hardly beyond what Oak did. She wanted more. Much more.
He lay beside her. "Appreciation. You know how to treat a man."
"Havoc taught me."
"I thought you said he traveled as your brother."
"He did. But he taught me how to handle a man. It was useful."
"The Glamors handle me similarly. I think sometimes they find sex with an ordinary person inconvenient, so they get it out of the way swiftly, as you did. Yet sometimes—"
"Sometimes you wish for more," she said.
"Affirmation. I think my favorite time was when Flame had to be away, mentally, and she let me do whatever I wanted with her body in the interim. There was no hurry, no demand, just my discovery of my pleasure with her."
"That's so romantic!" She was almost painfully turned on. Sex with him was an accomplishment, but this was more potent arousal.
"Thereafter every so often we did it as a game. She pretended to be away, and let me do it my way. How I love her!"
She pounced. "Idea: do it with me."
"You would do that?"
"Oak has to be directed. He never initiates, however strong his desire. I am intrigued by an alternate mode."
That was a serious understatement.
"Now?"
"Affirmation. Pretend I am her, if you wish. Unless it would be a hardship for you."
"Negation. It will be a pleasure with you."
She closed her eyes and lay still. He kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and she firmed her lips, knowing that true unconsciousness would make her unattractively mush-mouthed. There had to be limits. He stroked her breasts, and she felt her response being evoked. He kissed them, and licked the nipples; then he sucked gently on them. Her response increased, but she made no motion. It was though she were floating, with a delicious appreciation of her body happening on its own.
In due course he worked his way down across her belly and to her cleft. He parted her legs and licked her vulva, sucking on her clitoris. Now her response was strong. Very strong. Urgent. She was coming to an orgasm.
Then she had it, and his face remained at her cleft, continuing the divine stimulation as she ascended to the heights. She bucked and writhed in the overwhelming throes of it. "Oh! Oh!"
Finally it faded, deliciously. She found herself embracing him, truly appreciating the closeness of a man who was his own man. What a wonderful release!
Then she became aware of his erection. "Chagrin! Was I teasing you?"
"Marvelously. Doing you excites me, and it's nice to let it stay for a while."
"May I—do you? I mean, the mirror of how you did me?"
"If you wish. But I do not require it. You do not have to do anything you don't wish to."
"I want to. I teased Havoc, but never completed it. I never tease Oak; he wouldn't understand. I would like—to tease you, I think, to the end. I don't want to offend you or bore you."
"Do it, and when it is done I will tell you whether it did either."
"Appreciation."
He closed his eyes, pretending to be absent. She kissed him, lingeringly. After a moment she did something new, that nature gave her: she ran her tongue into his mouth and played with his tongue. That seemed naughtier than any sex she had had; it was as if she were penetrating him, instead of being penetrated.
Then she moved down his body and kissed his nipples as he had hers. She was surprised to discover that they swelled slightly, as hers had. Men were not after all so different from women. She stroked his body, rubbing his belly. She turned him over—he cooperated, making it easy—and stroked his buttocks. She kissed them, finding herself turned on anew.
She put him back supine and addressed his groin. His penis was stiff against his belly. She licked his scrotum, that storage for his seed, and ran her wet finger across his anus. Then on impulse she nudged her finger inside the anus, slowly pushing it in, fascinated by the way it penetrated, as if she were the man and he the woman, until it was as far as it could go. The limit was not his rectum, but the length of her finger. She felt something firm, like an embedded nut. "Question?"
"Prostate. It pumps the semen."
"Oh." This was, then, the very essence of a man, just as the womb was the essence of a woman. She was thrilled to be in contact with it.
She left her finger in, enjoying the tight closure around it, and put her face to the scrotum, licking it. She took part of it into her mouth, feeling the testicle within: another root of masculinity. She moved up to the penis and licked it too. She sucked on the head of it, enjoying the rounded feel of it. This had been inside her, jetting; now she controlled it directly. She circled its stem with her free hand and drew the skin firmly down.