Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 22

To all,

Due to the interest in this series, here is Chapter 22.

My apologies to those that noticed that the Roach (Actually called Zito in human English pronunciation) ambassador popped up out of nowhere. Since I write this stuff, I just sort of knew where it came from, the original Drew SR'S Troubles story. That story was about his dad. This Ambassador Zito and it is not the same Roach/Zito but a younger one. That story is included in my list of published stories. My apologies if it was confusing.

It's time to get back into space. Bureaucrats will start to creep in on the ground on both series. It is inevitable in the reaches of human societies. Cockroaches, bureaucrats and at least one accountant to keep track of them, will rule the world for all eternity.

Us explorers, artists, and adventurers, only hope to leave an acknowledged smudge on history.

Any aliens, real or imagined, are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.

I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and enjoying them.

As we play in this year of 2021, please stay safe and sane.

Part 22

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Drew stated, "We will go greet the emissaries and you are going to be explaining yourself for quite a while young lady. And I do not even know how Target and the aunties are going to deal with you. You may be changing diapers in the nursery for years depending on how they feel."

He knew she hated being in the nursery. She could face 6 missiles without missing a heartbeat and yet a dirty diaper...

El went up to a very dejected Aya, "Come little one, let's go talk about the security flaws you found in our system, those fascinating Sims you programed and this new way of short hop transition." El looked up from the scared but hopeful eyes of Aya, into the eyes of Lord Drew.

"Maybe, just maybe after the adults talk and play, things might be forgotten. Not all mind you." El stopped for a moment and smiled at something she remembered from the report she had just finished reading before landing.

"The mission report that was provided, by others, left out parts regarding Biani and how you gifted her to the Lord of the planet. I want those holes filled in. Also, Biani still wants to 'talk' to you about one thing or another." El pulled on Aya's shoulder and pointed her down the corridor in the Administration building.

"Come little sister, let us get something to eat and talk of the future. Yours could be spent changing diapers and cleaning up baby vomit. Or maybe, just maybe, a life in one of the clandestine groups. Not in that costume of course." El ended her speech by lifting her sash and sword from her small body and tucking it under her arm and wing. She then gently took the tricorn hat and placed it under the other arm and wing.

Suddenly El was walking with a precocious hybrid little girl that needed to find her way in life.

"Do you think this is the end of it?" Alexander asked Drew.

"Not in my lifetime. I want to see how well she can play El. Aya has yet to fill in her life path, and it frightens me, as a father, how far she may go. She is my daughter after all!" Drew answered.

Drew smiled at the two retreating females of different species, one tall, one small, and both made of a metal that had yet to have its true strength tested.

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"Lord...Lord," she stated and shook him softly at the same time, 'Lord we have reached the castle. It's time to disembark," she continued the light touching to get him out of slumber.

Drew slowly came out of the deep sleep. He could not fathom why someone was bothering him when he finally had a chance to sleep so deep and peacefully. His eyes slowly opened, and he was having trouble wrapping his brain around why he was being bothered.

He looked quizzically into the eyes of the rather attractive Foxy bending over his bed and wondered for a moment why she was not naked and lying beside him. It seemed forever since he had just woken up calmly with a beautiful, welcoming female next to him.

He noticed her flight suit and then with a slight move of his head and flick of his eyes he took in the interior of the shuttle.

He could feel it immediately, the weight of the world settled back on his shoulders.

His mind immediate organized his itinerary and schedule for the day and week. He moaned out a cramp in his calf as he rolled trying to sit up on the extended acceleration couch. He moaned again as he swung his legs over the edge.

"I assume I have you to thank for rolling out the couch after I fell asleep?" he stated, looking down and then looked up into her eyes.

"Aye, Lord. The pilot and I felt you would be more comfortable. You did not stir an inch as we helped to get you more comfortable." The female Foxy informed him.

"Well, my thanks," as he looked at his watch and realized he had gotten a solid 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

He hit the buttons on his armrest and the couch retracted back to its normal day-flight configuration. He gathered his things, ran his hand over his hair and over his face, and stepped through the hatchway.

It was one in the morning, and this was his private pad, so he was hardly surprised that there was no one to great him. He sauntered down the ramp with his travel bag slung over his shoulder and hit the concrete at the edge of his extended patio. Before he could take two steps, he was accosted by a huge predatory Cat.

"Kitten! How are you here? And how did you know I was home?" Lord Drew asked.

'Papa! Felt you wake! Missed you!' she commented mind to mind, as she rubbed her huge muzzle over his chest and neck.

"I thought you were at Omega with DB, Nalia and Cara?" Drew asked, happy to have his big companion close again.

'DB busy, all time. Fur Momma safe with cubs, smooth Momma grumpy all time as she get bigger and...other...not want me around, so come home! Protect home here.'

"Where is Goldie?" Drew asked wondering where the other half of the twosome was.

"She with new wolf pride mate, Lady. She too young now but be good friend for her later." Kitten commented.

Drew was struck how quickly Lady had been paired off. No jealousy from Kitten at her friend gaining a new friend.

He was also surprised how deep Kitten's mind had gotten since her treatments. He was fascinated that she was still evolving, like he had, after the Cat treatments.

He was curious about the comment she had made about the "Other". He assumed she meant Alaina, but he would search out the answer later.

He knew Target was off continent in the Colonies helping with the prototype Crèche for the cross-species children in Omega. And spending time with the new babies. She was scheduled back before the ceremony later in the evening where the Marauder Princess and consorts would be mated. This would join the two space kingdoms and put him firmly in the succession line after the Prince.

Drew shook off all the entanglements of his life. He was home or as close of a facsimile of 'home' as he was ever going to get. He was just looking forward to a deep soak in his own bath. And then sitting on his favorite patio and leisurely reviewing all the dispatches that he was sure were waiting.

Drew grabbed a handful of Kittens neck fur and shoved her in the direction of the servant's entrance. She swatted back at him, claws sheathed, in their age-old play. She went in first and trotted down the wide tall corridor. She waited at the hidden door into his sleeping chambers.

He pushed it open and breathed in the subtle scent of his own sleeping pit and wardrobes. He stripped off his garments as Kitten 'watched' from a curled position as she cleaned her paws ignoring him for the moment. Once a pile of clothes had been dumped on the floor, the custodial bots slid out from their hideaways and cleaned up after him. He grabbed a short stack of towels and headed to his in-suite.

Kitten bolted up, shook her longer than normal female mane and trotted out in front of him. While she hated the water and taking a bath, she was always nearby in some sort of protective mode while the other species frolicked in the tub or pool.

As she cleared the doorway and made the normal shift to the left, a series of emotions, noises and images slammed into him. He sped up and swung out of the doorway in a defensive posture and took in the sight before him.

Kitten was in an attack posture, shoulder down, fangs bared, claws partially unsheathed. There was a soft but deep growl coming from the hunter feline. She was now slowly stalking the figure in the tub.

Alania was half in and out of the tub at the stairs, her towel now half floated, half sunk into the large bathing pool. She had spun, claws out, and her smaller fangs bared. Aliana had her own growl starting, much higher in octave. She was bred for beauty and more, not fighting.

"Kitten!" He called to her verbally, but also mentally with a question on her reaction.

'Don't trust' came back mentally from Kitten and that raised his eyebrows. Kitten's shoulders came up, the snarl stopped, and she slowly loped over to her favorite cushions in the corner and laid down, never taking her eyes off Alania.

"My Lord Drew, I am so sorry for my display. I was just startled by that creature and its horrible attitude." Alania stated while swiveling her body to put it at its best advantage. Bowing deeply and allowing her more human type upper breasts to hang invitingly.

Drew had met her before. Her body was exquisite and her eyes mesmerizing. This time, the alure did not overshadow his curiosity. He had seen how the other males and females just turned glassy eyed when in her presence. He had felt a bit of the same and had been kidded about it by his mate Target.

But now, standing before her, the edge seemed off and he could function more directly.

"That 'creature' is named Kitten and I know you shared quarters in Omega. Please be reminded that she carries the title of 'Royal Companion'. Whatever that means." He paused and began to let his eyes roam over her exquisite body, "She tends to be protective of the members of this house." Lord Drew finished hoping to draw some lines of authority.

Drew had paused as she shifted her body and stood naked on the steps down into the bath. He could feel his control slipping as they stood, her eyes locked on his.

"You do know this is my private bath, do you not?" he questioned.

He felt himself get hard. Her eyes flicked down to view his erect member and then met his eyes again. He did not feel any guilt at finding her attractive. There just seemed to be something else going on but his brain was becoming foggy. He tried to reach out with his mind but found... nothing, or maybe a solid wall of mental barriers.

"Oh yes Lord, my apologies. I came looking for Auntie Target or you, to see if there were any other tasks I could perform while at the Castle. I saw the bath and all my room has is a sonic shower. I was hoping you would not mind. I did not expect you back, so I was taking the liberty of a deep soak." She smiled at him knowing he was hooked and all she had to do was pull him in.

"I see you are here to bathe my Lord. May I assist and wash you like any good Lord should have done? A bath attendant to wash your hair, your back and anything else I can help with?" she smiled and her whole demeanor screamed sex.

His little head was leading the conversation when he agreed. A snort from the corner came from Kitten as she got up and wandered out the door to the patio. In passing she sent Drew a dismissive comment about 'water play' and was gone.

He laid down on the lounge chair in the cleansing area and she walked over naked to stand above his head. She pulled his shoulder so he rolled over facing down and put his face in the slot so he could allow her access. She pushed her mons onto his head and began to scrub his back. He could feel her breasts rubbing over his shoulders. Her nipples like small pebbles.

She moaned as she felt him grabbing and massaging her legs and the back of her knees. She continued to hump her mons on the top of his head. He could smell her arousal and he felt lightheaded for a moment.

She moved around him...always massaging, always soaping. His hands went from the back of her legs to her sex whenever she was within reach.

His musculature and broad shoulders were having more effect on her than she would admit. She was the alpha. She wanted...needed the control over this male. Oh, and the scars, such manly scars on his shoulders and across his back.

Lord Drew of the Pride was hers to be won, controlled by her.

She massaged and soaped his glutes. Then as she soaped, she teased around his anal ring. She put pressure and slipped a soaped finger deep into his bowels making him moan. She played back there for a bit, one hand holding his head down, while another was sliding a finger slowly in and out of his anus. Slow strokes with a defined rhythm.

For her, it was a type of training for her 'chosen'. Getting them used to her being in control, edging. She was taking him higher and to places he may not have been before. She had the whole O'Conner clan eating out of her human like hands by the time she was yanked to this back-water hellhole.

She was going to take control back of her life and no one would stand in her way.

She finally bent and whispered in his ear to roll over so she could wash his front. He complied and even she was shocked at his physique. The broad shoulders were defined by well sculpted pecs. It was the scars that shocked her. Layers of scars, some puckered due to lack of human vanity while healing. These were the Cat battle scars, she had heard so much about.

His cock stood proud, rigid, and large. It would be the largest she had taken. But she would take it and enjoy each inch. She would let it fill her, stretch her and then he would be hers. She would own him.

The other females of all races would come to her! Seeking his magic essence that had provided so many younglings.

Then she would have the power she craved so much.

Alania lowered the table and then straddled Drew. She placed her knees on either side of his hips and slid her moist, wet sex up and down his length. It made him shiver and she could feel his desire. She grabbed the Lord's cock and slid it up and down her nether lips. When felt herself start to drip along its length, she raised herself fully and then hunched down forcing the tip inside her. She only swallowed a couple of inches in her first try but she was determined. She moaned, hunched, and slid up as far as she could. Over and over, she rode until she felt her thighs and lower cheeks settle on his hips.

She felt so full that she stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, and just breathed. It felt exquisite she thought. She opened her eyes and found him watching her. She expected him to already be in the throes of orgasm. Most humans could only stand her mixture of mind touch, sight, taste, and smell for a few moments without releasing their seed.

But this one was different, a challenge, and she liked a challenge.

Other than moans, there was no dialog. Only the syncopation of breaths and the meeting of eyes.

Her eyes fell on a dual pattern of scars, a pair of 5 short, elongated scars. The scars were laid out in the pattern of a paw on each of his hair covered breasts. She placed her hands down matching the pattern and her finger length came up short. A Cat made these. There was no misunderstanding what he was doing with the Cat when he received the scars. She kept her hands there, in pattern, as she rode him.

He smiled knowing what she could see and surmise.

"One of the first of my breeding's as Lord. I had told her that I did not want to bleed during our mating. But she became...overwhelmed and left me these tokens. They mean more to me that all the other scars combined." He smiled in the remembrance.

He remembered Thing Two prostrate after the orgasm that had taken her mind for that short period. She thought he would kill her for disobeying his order. The night ended with his two lovers curled up on each side of him licking his wounds and then drifting off to sleep.

He reached up and ran his hands over Alania's large upper breasts. He took time to lightly squeeze and twist her upper nipples. This caused her to gush, shiver and provide a light moan for appreciation of his soft touch. His hands drifter lower to her flatter smaller lower breasts. He performed the same soft touch. Her lower breasts were much more sensitive, and his attention made her jerk and come closer to her own climax.

She started her simple ride to orgasm. Nothing hurried. She extended up, so she almost let his cock escape her sheath. Then she slid back down in almost a gentle motion. Almost like riding a horse as she had done on earth. Not that any horse enjoyed any large predatory feline on their back, but one was found for her to ride...like the stallion she was riding now...at an easy gait.

She could feel him tensing, not because he was getting close, but because he knew she was edging him. She was keeping him close to orgasm without release. She wanted her challenge to be answered. Would he be docile and allow her to play her little game or would he react and take her?

She liked a challenge.

Drew was enjoying this little playtime, but he knew what game she was playing. It had been a long time since he was a young 'innocent' man in the Northern Confederation. He had gained a certain insight into sex, females, and his position in his current life. He did not like to be played with.

Only trust the ones you love, and then do not. His past love and sadness flashed briefly and then faded.

Drew spun them both on the lounge and then stood up. This forced him deeply in her. Her lower lips were mashed hard against his pubic hair. This pressure and friction caused her to have her first orgasm. She screamed and raked his shoulders with her smaller claws. She clenched and clenched again as the orgasm, she was not expecting, rolled through her, over and over.

He turned and settled her back on the lounge and placed her on her side. He placed a large sheet over her and turned to go bathe quickly. She suddenly realized he had not cum, and Alania started to panic.

"Lord, please come back. Please. Don't I please you? I want you to finish in me Lord. I want to feel your seed warm me from the inside out," she was talking to him as he waded through the bath washing her essence from him.

"My apologies Alaina, but I have breeding duties tonight with the Princess and her entourage. As Lord I have my duties and must seal the blending of the two worlds. But I assume we will have time in the future to finish what we started." He stated with a smile as he washed himself down and exited the bath area.

Before he reached the door, Kitten stuck her head back and butted his chest.

"On Patio Papa," she 'told' him as she purred into his chest. He turned back to Alania to give her some advice.

"I would recommend you check with Target or the other aunties on what is protocol regarding being in private quarters. I know life is more open here, but I try not to get involved in Kettle personal politics. I would hate to see you changing diapers and walking sick babies next to my daughter.' He paused for a moment.

"Unless that is something that would interest you...of course."

He turned and left the room. Kitten looked into the eyes of the other predatory female in the room and just silently snarled at her. Then turned and left.

Drew stopped smiling when he got to his room and started to dress. Now that he was not in her presence and coated with her essence, he sensed he could think more clearly. He needed to talk with Eddie as soon as he could.