Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 23

To all,

Due to the interest in this series, here is Chapter 23.

My apologies for the delay in submitting Chapters 22 and 23. It seems Covid created a backlog and then I found many more grammatical errors, so I pulled them out of line which caused further delay.

Also, who would have thunk, that coming out of a pandemic would be so much work...jeeze.

For those of us with passion, dealing in the human norm of bureaucracy can be maddening. But it seems to be the norm for all human societies that evolve beyond the hunter-gatherer stage.

Us explorers, artists, and adventurers, only hope to leave an acknowledged 'smudge' on history. We do hope that 'smudge' is fantastic, no matter what it is, and looks amazing 100 years from now.

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 hopefully enjoying them.

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

Part 23

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"Good we are all here. There are two stories I am going to tell. Depending on your reactions, I am either sending apologies to your brother and father or you will understand my point of view and agree to abide by my rules."

"The first story is an ancient one from my home world. It's called the 'Sword of Damocles'. In the story, in a long-ago kingdom, a king sat on his throne. One of the court people made a comment in a middle of dinner that a King's life was grand and easy. The King thought for a moment and then said, "tomorrow you shall be king for a day. We shall have a daylong feast so you can enjoy your day as the King." Drew was trying to hold his temper, and part of him wanted to just raise and drop the blade and be done with this creature.

"On the appointed day, this man took his place on the throne started to drink and be merry. He caught the real King smiling and looking up. When he looked up, he found the King's great two-handed sword balanced above his head," Drew paused and leaned forward to whisper, pressing the blade down harder and making the Queen gasp and whimper from the pain. 'Just like the one I hold to your neck at this moment my "queen."'

Drew had to rethink where he was in the story, "so where was I, oh yes, so this great sword is tied to a beam above this man's head with just one hair from the queen's mane. The man tried to jump out of the throne but was slammed back into the seat by the real king." Drew paused to let all of creatures on the patio visualize his story.

"Then the king, one hand holding the pretend king in the throne, turned to all of the members of his court to explain. 'This is how I live each day. With the fear of a traitor, or the fear of another king wanting my kingdom. This sword represents all of those that covet my throne.'

"And that is the ancient story, but I have my own version of it." Drew stated and then looked in the eyes of those standing and then looked down at the pitiful queen still weeping into the void beyond.

"My version includes the following: the sword represents envy and deceit. But the sword also represents all of creatures, species, and hideous aliens I am responsible for. If I do not lead with honor, duty and with my whole heart, then the sword should slide through me so another may lead. Because the kingdom or empire is NOT me. It's all those HIDEOUS creatures that count on me to protect them."

He reached down with his free hand and grabbed her mane and jerked her head up. "Look at the lights "Queen" each of these lights represents thousands of HIDEOIUS creatures depending on us to lead them." He paused with her to lean closer, "Do you see all the lights? DO YOU?" he screamed until she shook her head in affirmation.

"They struggle each day for life. They struggle for their families. It's our responsibility to make it better for them each day." He paused again knowing he was at his limit.

He pulled her back from the edge and let her slump at the wall. He tapped the blade on the ground in front of him.

"I promised a second story, but really it's an object lesion. Shield your minds from me. You my queen are supposed to be the strongest, so protect yourself." And he walked right into their minds with no trouble or work.

All of them screamed and tried to shield and cover their eyes, as if that would help.

He looked down at them without pity but with empathy. "I could be anywhere and do that. My daughter, whom you have met is as strong as I am and let me know how weak you were. I can walk in anytime and know your deepest secrets." He paused wondering if he should continue.

"I know what you feel about me and my hybrid human life. But you carry our children now." There were gasps from all the females present except for Kitten. She just yawned. Just more cubs to protect and play with.

"But how do you know?" squeaked the Queen.

"That scholar you insulted when he came to provide you with a post mating check- up confirmed it. His name is Eddie, and he is like a brother to me." Drew paused, "No, more than a brother. You could not look past the title of 'scholar' to understand the trust and love I have for him." Drew paused again because he felt the anger, or plain frustration, building up again.

"You have the title of 'Queen' now for your people. But unless there is some magical change, there will be no other mating between us. Please remember that titles are just that a 'title'. It has no weight with me. Lady Target is twice the Queen you will ever be and carried no real title. The people of this world gave her the title of 'Lady' out of love."

Drew turned to go away but said over his shoulder "There are no slaves on this world or any world I rule. Dahlia is free and I will fulfill my promise and mate with her tonight if she so wishes. I am still obligated to mate with the other handmaidens if they wish."

Drew turned to look at all three handmaidens that were sort of gathered, "All of you are free to choose to mate or not mate with this 'hideous alien'. It is completely your free choice."

Drew half turned back and started to walk away followed by Dahlia and Kitten.

"Dahlia, you will stay with me!" the princess queen mentally shouted out.

Dahlia ignored her and kept walking. When Drew reached the door he sent Dahlia a private message, "I will meet you in my quarters. Get something to eat, you will need it. We need to finish what you started earlier." But there was no smile or mirth to accompany the thought.

Drew quarter turned back to the hen clutch on the patio. They were all looking at the shorn mane and cut at the base of the Queens neck where the sword had bit down. "You were told our medicines were far more advanced than your own. I will send someone to you, probably Eddie. Treat him with the upmost respect. You carry four cubs, two males, two females. That will be the only brood of cubs you will carry from me. "

He looked at them and they at him. "The next time this sword is brought into your presence, I will take your head. Be warned, I have no patience for your arrogance. After the cubs are birthed, I will have little care for your life. You need to prove that you are more than just a spoiled, petulant child that never learned manners."

And with that, Lord Drew was gone from their presence.

***

It was hour three, since he had carried the unprepared Dahlia into the middle of the breeding pit and mounted her. He had been right about her need to be dominated, at least at first.

But that is not how the beginning of this night began. He had returned to his suite after confirming his morning meeting with all the participants and one new one. What he expected to find was a very horny Dahlia all ready to be mated and bred.

What he walked into, was something quite different. He found a soaked Dahlia sitting on top of a gagged, hogtied, soaked, hissing, and spitting Alania. Kitten, at his side, looked up at him, then at Dahlia and then down at Alania with a silent snarl and then back up at him...with a smile? She then trotted over to one of her favorite cushioned corners and silently curled up to watch. He could feel the emotional eliminations from all the beings in the room, but Kittens were unabashed. If she could, she would be lounging with a huge Cheshire cat smile.

"Lord, when I came to your quarters as directed. I found this servant wench bathing in your private bath while she shaved unmentionable parts of her body!" reported a wet Dahlia.

Drew dropped down on to one knee looking closer at Alania. He smiled, "We had talks about this, did we not?" Of course, he said this as he slid his hand past her shorter Kettle tail, down her delectable rump, to feel the now shaved portion of her vulva.

'So, she had heard that rumor about my little feline fetish,' he thought.

"Didn't we have a discussion on privacy?" He asked again when she had not responded to the previous question.

She broke eye contact first and nodded.

"Release her, she is not a danger. She was just here to seduce me after my poor performance with the Queen. She has learned her lesson, or at least part of it." Lord Drew directed Dahlia.

As the bounds were released, Alania uncoiled herself and rubbed and stretched her limbs. She had only been held for a short time, so this was more performance art than the reality of sore joints. As she rotated her body to rise facing Lord Drew her legs spread and showed off her handywork.

"So...was it interesting to shave yourself Alania? I assume you heard of my little preference through the Auntie network?" he asked smiling. He could again feel the shocked emanations from Dahlia but growing up with Palace intrigue she held her voice.

Drew started to strip. While he had bathed in the early morning, the intrigue and sad mating with the Queen had him tense. He figured a hot bath would do him wonders.

"You both can join me, or sit by the tub so we can talk." He paused to slowly step into the hot waters, "Dahlia meet Alania. Alania is part of the royal household. She just wants to be more...involved...than her current duties." Drew paused while watching the sensuous form of Alania slide back into the tub and start to retrieve the massage oils and scented soaps that had been scattered in the earlier dust-up.

To say the least, there was tension between the two females.

Dahlia chose to curl up on a trashed pile of towels. She started to shed her elaborate belt and tunic. The belt became more of a surprise because of the number of hidden bladed weapons it held. Lastly, she shed her tunic and he realized she had been sans panties this whole time. Another little fetish for his contemplation.

"My apologies lord, but my kind were born and bred in colder climes, and it is uncomfortable to bathe with my thicker fur in such hot water. Our earlier interaction was done out of lust, and this later plunging into the hot water with this...female is enough for me," Dahlia ended the mental sharing with a smile.

"There is a full water shower behind that wall, if you wish to wash, just set the temperature controls to cold if it will refresh you," Drew offered.

"Thank you, my lord, I will do so as long as you will be safe with this...creature," Dahlia commented out loud for Alania's 'benefit'.

Drew could feel Alania tense behind him, and felt her claws partially extend. Drew just nodded to Dahlia and watched her naked form uncoil. He kept watching and her exquisite muscular ass walk through the in-suite to the directed wall. He knew, she knew, he was looking, by the twitch of her tail.

"Lord, you don't need this other...one. You have me to satisfy any of your desires. You know I will do anything to satisfy you, anything." Alania whispered in his ear.

"I am aware of your desires Alania. But I must perform the ritual to make the final bond complete." Drew paused feeling her frustration bleed off through her direct touch.

"Mating with you will not fulfill that requirement. It must be with Dahlia or one of the other two hand maidens. You will just have to wait for a time that is more suitable." He ended with a bit of finality.

They heard the quick shower turn off and a wet sensuous Dahlia slinked back to poolside.

"Thank you, Lord, that was refreshing," commented Dahlia and she strolled back, grabbing a large cushion and resumed lounging on the pile of towels but used the cushion to prop up her torso.

Drew heard mumbling behind him. "Didn't take time to wash much" from Alania. It was said out loud, softly but out loud.

Dahlias ears flicked and Drew heard her send him a personal request, 'May I respond to this creature physically or at least verbally my lord?"

"No please, let's learn to relax and ignore the shortcomings of others...at least for now," responded Lord Drew in a personal mental response.

Dahlia flicked her ears and gave a slight nod.

"So, I presume that you no longer wish to be the queen's handmaiden and protector?" Drew aske Dahlia out loud so they would not be rude and cut Alania out of base conversation.

Dahlia was silent for a bit as she groomed herself with her claws. Her face was pensive, and he understood, she was deciding whether to make a wholesale life change.

"No lord. I have spent my whole life in service to her. It was expected and never acknowledged. There was never even a concept of something different...until you arrived," she paused looking at him, as she lounged back on the cushion. She slowly spread her legs and one paw slid down to the junction.

"What am I to be, Lord, in this tangled world of different species? Am I to be your servant?" she stated out loud but sent him a mental note, 'your lover?' and included several pictures of her sucking him and taking him in each hole.

He just smiled at her audacity of her mental images, as he watched her fingers stroke her sex in front of both he and Alania.

"The choices will be yours and I understand its difficult because any concept of 'choice' has not been yours. I do have an idea, but there are people I want you to talk to, including Alania, of all of the choices you will have." Drew commented

Alaina went rigid when she heard her name and the position Lord Drew was putting her in, 'Help the creature that just insulted her?" the concept left a sour taste in her mouth.

"Lord? What was your idea?" Dahlia asked hoping it was something resembling being a sex slave for the handsome scared Lord.

Drew was quiet for a moment, but the more he thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.

"I created a cabin in the upper layers of Atlantis. And while its original concept was a relaxing place to escape the politics of life, every time I go near the place, all hell breaks loose," and with that he sent her images of Cara, spiders and the latest escapade she had taken part in.

"So now it's been overrun with biologists and other scientists as they release earth species to see if they will thrive. I was thinking of you as a 'ranger," and he flashed her deeper concepts mentally.

"You could live in my private cabin and keep them out of trouble and the climate would be more at home for you. You could explore ahead of them especially near the caldera lake. I saw from flashes in your mind the pleasure you get from exploring and being outside even though the Queen finds it abhorrent." Drew finished while watching her strum herself faster with the knowledge of what her Lord was offering. It seems freedom was a huge turn-on for her.

"Alania?" and he could tell she was too absorbed to massaging his back and tracing his scars. "Alaina?" and she finally came out of her daydreams.

"Yes lord, my apologies," and her ears were at full attention. She had hoped that with all of her 'special talents' on full, she was going to be taking over this stupid gathering with the grey striped Cat dustmop.

"I want you to treat Dahlia to the same treatment you gave yourself earlier," Drew ended smiling knowing in his heart both women would be aghast.

Drew mentally reached out to monitor the reactions of both women and smiled when they both had the same mental reaction at the same time, 'Fuck No!' or the cultural equivalent from both. None of them said it out loud, but it sure was broadcast.

"It would please me," Drew stated looking into the eyes of Dahlia. He knew he was manipulating the whole scene but could not shut down his little head as he watched her fingers circle the sensitive ring of her Cat inner-lips.

Alania, he just wanted to fuck with.

Drew patted the edge of the bath and Dahlia slid so her feet were braced at the edge. Her knees were spread wide, and her sex stretched open and dripping for all to gaze at. He pulled a reluctant Alania between her legs and the shaving began.

As both women became accustomed to the situation, Drew was so hard, he knew it was going to hurt. His dominant streak that was fueling this state of affairs.

"Thank god we no longer have to use bladed shavers!" thought Drew as he watched the de-thatching and grew harder and harder.

He watched as Alania, using one of the sonic razors, remove the lighter thatch of fur from around the lips of Dahlia. Dahlia's hands gripped the bath edge harder, and he could see the flow from her nether lips had increased multi-fold. Her breathing had become deeper and then the moans started.

He had stepped back to allow Alania to step in and shave Dahlia's pudenda. He could not help from looking at the shaved female sex of Alania before him. He could see where she had stopped as the 'misunderstanding' began, and she was hog tied. He grabbed another sonic razor and began to finish what she had begun.

Alania felt the vibrations on her sex and because of all the other sexual stimuli around her, she had an orgasm. The outpourings of her emotions and pheromones triggered an orgasm in Dahlia.

Once complete and once Drew made a special effort to de-nude Alania's rosebud, he stepped up behind her and plunged himself into her with one long steady stroke. She orgasmed again falling forward with her head on the soaked mons of Dahlia.

Dahlia soon felt a tongue snake out and begin to lick up the essence that was flowing from her pussy. This triggered another orgasm in her. Both women were just puddles at this point.

Drew knew that if he staying buried in Alania, he would cum. He needed to mate with Dahlia to fulfil his obligation. He pulled himself from Alaina and could feel everything, not just her words, scream "NO!"

But he knew she was the master manipulator, so there more than a little satisfaction to continue to fuck with her. He pulled Alania out of the way and stepped into the breach. He slid quickly into Dahlia hearing her mentally and verbally squeal. Her legs and arms wrapped around him in a vice grip. Her tail was swishing in almost a full arch.

He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her tight before lifting her off the edge of the bath and spinning both towards the steps. As he walk-slid his way to the steps her inner lips mashed and ground against his pubic bone causing sensations she had never felt.

She was starting to understand this fascination of the shaved sex. She had mini orgasm after mini orgasm as she was carried to cushions of the breeding pit. Drew walked to the middle of the pillowed pit and sank to his knees. He laid her on her back and leaned forward to kiss her in the human way.

Dahlia did not understand the mechanics of the frontal sex. She had always been taken from behind...but this seemed more...intimate. As for the 'human kisses' she gushed a fountain at the intimacy of that act. She was not sure what to do with her tail, so she wrapped it up between his legs and used it and her legs to pull him deeper inside her. He pulled back out until he was almost clear and then slammed hard into her.