The Preacher Man

I kept stroking her breasts through the loose clothing. Chanah kept giving me a big, playful smile, and soon I felt two hard bumps pushing up from her breasts through her shirt. We kissed. I held her tit with my fingers and rubbed her bump against my palm as the tips of our tongues gently touched and caressed. Chanah's hand came up and pressed my hand firmly into her soft flesh.

"I've never felt this way about anyone Ilias. Some of the girls at the monastery formed very close relationships with other girls, but I was... reclusive. I liked to bury myself in my studies. But now... Hmmm." She wiggled her breasts under my hands. "That feels so nice. Will you come underneath my clothes?"

We spent the next hour petting and slowly undressing each other. Eventually we wandered into the master bedroom and continued are explorations there. The universe seemed full of pleasure and softness. Chanah's nose and lips drifted down to my cock and sac. Her nose was running along my erection and it felt wonderful. She sniffed me for several lazy minutes.

"Ah, I think I can smell Michal here."

I gulped, hit with a sharp memory of my plane trip. "Uh, really?"

"Well, maybe I'm just imagining things. I did have a chance to talk to Michal for a bit, just after you came home. Ilias?"

"Yeah?"

Sweet kisses on my erection, and then a playful lick. I began to relax again. More playful kisses, and then a long and wet, lingering suckle on my penis head that left it throbbing. Chanah looked up at me and smiled and finally voiced her thought. "You're plainly ready to make love to me. I'm ready too. Will you mount me?"

Before I could reply, Chanah turned and knelt on all fours, raising her rump high in the air and wiggling her hips. I came behind her and started to kiss her butt cheeks and the backs of her thighs. The skin under my hands and lips felt wonderful, smooth and clean and supple. Chanah wiggled her hips again, encouraging me to climb up and mount over her back. Instead I gripped a butt cheek firmly in each hand and separated her, and then started kissing down the length of her butt crack.

Chanah giggled at the sensations at first, then froze when I reached her anus. I gave her a wet, lingering kiss and then began licking her tight hole, pressing the tip of my tongue into the brown circular opening. Under the pressure and stimulation, the tiny hole began to dilate. I lifted my head, and saw spot of bright red where she was beginning to open. My tongue returned to lap her, broad strokes all across the aroused anal opening.

Chanah shuddered and lowered her back into a deep squat while keeping her rump high, lifting and exposing her anus completely. I suddenly realized Chanah was expecting me to anal mount her. Chagrinned, I pushed her over playfully onto her side and hugged her face to face.

We kissed passionately. Chanah raised her top leg and draped it over my hips, allowing my erection to slide between her legs and press against her downy pubic fur. My hand joined my cock and I caressed the skin of her inner thighs, so soft! I started rocking back and forth, sliding and pressing my erection along her bottom of her pelvis until I felt her labia part. The scent of Chanah's arousal filled the air, and I could feel a slick moisture coating my shaft and knob.

Chanah turned to lie flat on her back, opening her legs and pulling me on top of her. Her arms came underneath me and her fingers started caressing and pulling on my nipples. My erection was sliding up and down along the soft, moist length of her open labia, and when my penis head would bump against her stretched hymen, Chanah would squeeze my nipples in encouragement. I lowered myself to kiss her, covering her with my body. Our tongues played with each other for a moment, and then she briefly nipped my lips with her teeth to show her impatience.

I lowered my hips, aligning my thrust angle with her vagina. She looked at me and nodded fiercely. "Take me Ilias! Take me now!" she hissed.

I started to thrust forward slowly. Chanah couldn't wait and shoved her hips downward along the bed, breaking herself against my cock. With the barrier gone, my cock slid into the super tight grip of her hot and slippery vagina. I gave a small groan at the pleasure.

Chanah gasped once in surprise as she tore but then quickly recovered, locking her legs and arms around me and rhythmically hugged me. She was trying to signal a rhythm for being fucked. I responded by thrusting into her as gently as I could. I could feel the blood of her ruptured hymen coating my cock, but Chanah didn't seem to mind, and after a while her feminine eagerness for my thrusting ignited a fierce desire in me. We mated with each other, both of us teary eyed, partially from the physical pleasure but mostly from the intensity of our emotions.

The emotional turbulence was extraordinary. My first moments of sex with my other wives are very precious to me, but nothing prepared me for the whirlwind of emotions racing through my mind now. Here was a creature beneath me that I had spent months with, baring my soul to, and also accepting Chanah's complete emotional vulnerability. Nothing in life had prepared me for the pure joy of entering my beloved mate's body for the first time. We hugged each other and gasped as our bodies slid against each other, overcome by the raw purity of our emotions.

I wasn't expecting Chanah to orgasm, not with the residual pain of me sliding along her internal tear, but she did something very close, gasping and shuddering and clasping me in a death grip with her legs and arms. With the heels of her feet pressing against my butt and locking me into her vagina, I felt myself spasm and release. I pushed myself as far into her as I could, up into the core of her womanhood. Chanah cried out my name as I came.

We cuddled quietly afterwards. Chanah looked totally relaxed, almost asleep. I started to lick her clean, her thighs and her pubis. Her legs were limp in my hands. After I cleaned her front I turned her over and licked a small bit of blood off her butt cheeks. I was surprised I liked the taste. I thought for a moment and realized it wasn't the taste itself. My mind was enjoying the idea of taking a part of Chanah's body into mine.

Chanah finally opened her eyes. She sat up and began cleaning me. She has a soft and sensuous mouth, very loving, and my cock stiffened for a while as she suckled it, and then slowly deflated as her mouth dropped to clean my sac. Her tongue and lips at first were wildly ticklish, floating like feathers over my scrotum. And then I felt her lips pushing in and finding my testes. I shuddered and forced myself to relax, trusting her completely. Her lips and teeth would envelope my balls, one at a time, guiding them into her mouth to be caressed by her tongue. It felt so loving, and the pure physical pleasure was overwhelming.

Chanah released a testicle and made one last pass at licking my penis clean. She then blow-dried me, mixing in lots of kisses on my cock and sac. Her warm breath sent shivers through me. Chanah laughed playfully and returned to cuddle in my arms. She giggled as she spoke to me. "I could taste you on your cock, taste your semen I mean. I was a bit surprised."

"Ah. You mean by the bitterness?"

She laughed. "No! We girls are well trained in our monasteries, about what semen tastes like! I mean I was surprised you anointed me!" Chanah blushed deeply and then said playfully, "Michal told me this morning about your plane trip!" Again, another blush, and then a shy boast. "I'm very proud of myself, how I could get you off again. You must really think I'm pretty!"

"What?! Of course! You are gorgeous!" Chanah could see and hear the sincerity in my eyes and voice. She kissed me happily. I petted her lightly on her pubic fur and kissed her back. "This is something I've never thought about. Do you wives talk among yourselves, about having sex with me?"

"Sure." She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ilias, would you want us not to?"

I considered. "No, I guess it's okay." I sighed happily. "Kind of cute, in a way."

"Abby and Sheffie do it a lot, and I've been asking a lot of questions. I wanted to know all about you, about how to please you. That's why we talk. Michal was very open with me too. After all, she is my sister-wife."

"Sure..."

Chanah giggled again. "And to think I got you off just hours after an Al Maqwa girl serviced you! My instructors at Ur would be very proud." She laughed again. "Not that I'm going to tell them!"

I looked at Chanah perplexed. "Michal's township makes a difference?"

"Of course! The last two years of monastery training are very competitive for the girls. We don't see each other of course, but the class scores for each township are posted at the monasteries. The girls at Al Maqwa have quite a reputation for how completely they can drain the nut sac on the life-form models. You didn't know?"

"Uh... No."

"Al Maqwa was number one last year, in the percentage of their girls selected for marriage. They're always near the top." Chanah beamed at me, " But! I'm thinking you find my body very desirable too! I got you to come off again, freckles and all!"

"Hey! I love your freckles! I think they're adorable!"

"Really?!"

"I'm not joking!"

"Wow! You know I was degraded for them, on my physical attractiveness scores."

I shook my head. "Honestly, I never looked at those stupid scores. Here, I'll prove it to you." I proceeded to kiss her freckles, one by one, all over her body. It took a lot of time. Chanah has a lot of freckles. It was especially nice to kiss her spotted breasts, lots of loving kisses there. We wound up spending the rest of the afternoon playing with each other, stopping only when we heard the other wives making dinner in the kitchen.

Chapter 35. Tropical Paradise

Twenty-five days later...

Time: February 30, 8239 2 PM

Faisal passed me another large food tray. "Be sure to try the puffer fish," he said, pointing to one of the selections. "It's a Caribbean delicacy."

I nodded politely and wondered whether to trust that my host's chef had correctly removed all the poison sacs from the fish. Would Health try something as crude as a puffer for an assassination? It didn't seem likely. Still... Ah, all of life is a risk. A moment later I bit down into the fine grained and extremely tasty flesh. CL-30 Faisal grinned as he saw me smile at the taste and added, "And don't forget to try a few of the sea urchins too! They're my favorite!"

I was dining in Giza, in a panoramic circular dining area with views in all directions. I was having a late lunch at the mysterious township that was the headquarters of the Health Guilds. Located on the ancient island of Grenada, the township was fully spread out over a mere 344 sq km of land.

The cathedral where I was dining was on the southwestern tip of the island, with a magnificent views of both the bay and the land. I knew Giza was the smallest island in the world supporting a full township, and now I knew it was perhaps one of the most beautiful.

It is certainly one of the ones most managed. As I turned and looked inland to the east, I could see many tended parks and large cultivated fields. The island itself however is fully developed, no truly wild areas left. Hidden below the pastoral fields and modest looking buildings were massive underground transportation networks and the world's most advanced medical facilities.

It had been an intense period of education for me, spending the last twenty days touring the townships of the Caribbean. I was originally scheduled to begin my tour of the Health faction on the 13th of February. I would fly into Nazert township on the main island of Answan (the ancient site of Havana, Cuba) and tour the Clinical Pathology Guild. But then a minor disagreement arose between High Tech and Utility and I wound up coming to the Caribbean on the 11th and spending two days at Al Qaffey and Awasa, two Utility townships that co-inhabit the ancient island of Jamaica (10,831 sq km).

From there I went to Answan (110,860 sq km) and toured the five medical diagnostics townships there. From Answan I then went to ancient Hispaniola (48,730 sq km) and toured the four Guilds specializing in reproduction and child development. I finally got to see Metula from the ground and tour their fascinating embryonic research facilities. It was overwhelming, in fact a little scary how much power they have in controlling the miracle of reproduction.

With a total of twenty Guilds in the Health faction, this might seem a heavy concentration in diagnostics and reproduction. But the bases of the Guild structures were formed during the early Wild Times, when the survival of the human species was hanging in the balance. The focus back then was not to cure sick people, but to keep the healthy ones alive and vibrant long enough for them to reproduce. At its low point in the first millennium, the human population fell far below ten million. Exactly how far is a matter of some conjecture.

After Metula I spent two days touring Sarsis and Susa, the Surgery and Rehab Guilds located at the ancient sites of Cabo Rojo and Fajardo, Puerto Rico. And then on the last part of my trip, I had a series of overnight stays at the many one-town islands that make up the rest of Health's core territory. It was an incredible education, and I don't think Abdul Quddus himself could have been treated more royally.

Eighteen of the Health Guilds are right here in the Caribbean. The only two exceptions are my old township Jericho up north and Tobruk near the capital. Jericho specializes in infectious diseases, and Health wants a site far removed from their core territory for that. And as for Tobruk, well, it's officially in the Health faction but in practice the town is closely aligned to the capital and the Priesthood. It hosts the Virginity Drug Guild and is the site of the Nikahaldi academy.

"So tell me Ilias," Faisal said as he gestured to some female slaves to clear the table and serve the dessert trays, "How soon can we get a bullet line on Answan?"

I was distracted for a moment by the slaves. They were very scantily clad, barefoot and wearing only white halters and tight red briefs. Perhaps appropriate for the hot climate, and quite legal within the private dining areas of my host's cathedral, but still, a little surprising.

I finally returned to considering Faisal's question and laughed good-naturedly. "Funny Faisal, funny! Don't we have some negotiations to do first?"

"Oh, if we could get the same deal as Al Qaffey and Awasa, I'm sure Health would agree to the terms."

I laughed again, even more heartily. "You must know that Al Qaffey and Awasa haven't paid a single credit for their line! High Tech is absorbing the entire cost!" It was true. High Tech and Utility were building a 160 km line between Awasa, the Investment Banking Guild at the eastern end of the island at ancient site of Kingston, all the way to Al Qaffey on the western end, the agricultural Guild for sugar and bananas. There is also some bauxite-alumina mining and refining in the island's interior.

When completed, the bullet train would put the two cities within fifteen minutes of each other's train station. Faisal nodded at my mention of the cost-free construction, and then launched a calculated question. "Yes, we know that. How did that happen?"

I had been given very broad authority to negotiate the deal Faisal was seeking. I decided to tell him, but not immediately. "Oh, it's no big secret. Shameless bribes."

Faisal stared at me in astonishment, his jaw dropping. "The investment bankers bribed High Tech?!"

"No, not Awasa, Al Qaffey! You wouldn't believe how sweet and tasty the bananas at Dakar have been lately!"

Faisal squinted his eyes and shook his head. "Ah. So you're not going to tell me."

"Actually, I will. The contract between High Tech and Utility for the North and Central American bullet trains was finalized years ago. There was a little... ambiguity shall we say?"

"Ambiguity in the contract? That doesn't sound like High Tech."

"Yeah, well... For future service considerations, High Tech originally pledged to fund the construction costs for complete connectivity of the Utility outside of South America, with a single clause excluding runs over the Caribbean. Last year Utility started insisting the wording meant no connections over the ocean, which would be absurd. They still wanted the intra-island run."

"And High Tech agreed? I know a little of the history of this Ilias. Awasa and Al Qaffey were never part of the original negotiations."

"Oh, I know. High Tech thought Utility's position was mostly a test of our newfound friendship. In the end, we decided to be magnanimous." I laughed again. "But Faisal, you won't get the same deal!"

He smiled and made a small hand gesture. Several very attractive women came and offered me a selection of desserts. The conversation with my host returned to small talk.

"You must be relieved Ilias," said Faisal, pouring some wine, "about making it to the council. Many top Glorious Mufetos have died because there was no room in the council. But once past the barrier, it works in your favor. I myself owe my life to Abdul Nur, serenity be upon him."

I nodded politely and thought about the point Faisal was making. One of the many changes made at the end of the Wild Times was the promotion process for the Grand Mufetos on the council. In addition to switching Ruling Royalty into a self-electing body, Abdul Nur saw a great need to add stability to the Supreme Council and reduce the political and personal infighting. It should have been impossible to change, but somehow the Code of Bel'dar began to accept eight promotional gates at the Grand Mufeto level instead of the standard five, at intervals of 21, 34, and 55 years after failing the fifth promotional gate.

The implication for me is that I had a guaranteed 141 years as a CL-28 before I failed my eighth promotional gate to CL-29 in the year 8376, a date very comfortably far in the future. The role of Grand Mufeto is not without risks though. History shows us dying rapidly from a variety of causes, both natural and unnatural. But worrying about access to the anti-aging drugs is something that stops when one joins the council.

Of course, the generosity at the top works in reverse at the CL-27 level. The maximum size of the Supreme Council is fixed by law to ten members, two CL-30, three CL-29, and five CL-28. If there are no CL-28 slots available, all promotional testings at the CL-27 level are automatic failures.

Faisal and I chatted amiably for a while. After the servant women left, I stretched and tried to act nonchalant. "And how is Abdul Quddus doing? He seemed in very good spirits when I saw him at Muscat." I was referring to the township of the Oncology Guild, located on the ancient island of Dominica (754 sq km). It specializes in the study and treatment of tumors.

Faisal was silent for a moment and then pushed a button on his chair, activating the room's Heisenberg shields. From the interior of the room, nothing was particularly discernable. From the outside, the walls and windows of our room now appeared covered by a gray, slimy film. Shephatiah tried to explain the physics behind this to me several times. The technical name for the film is quantum foam; that much I know. Just don't ask me what that means...

Faisal spoke softly, even though it was completely unnecessary. "It is legal to tell you as a fellow council member. Tell absolutely no one else though, not even another councilman, and especially not Jibran!"

I nodded in sincere agreement.

Faisal paused for another moment, considering exactly what to say. "There were two distinct esophageal cancers, a squamous cell cancer along the lining, and some particularly fast and nasty adenocarcinomas near the stomach."