The Vican Chronicles Ch. 01

Children born from cross breeding between Vicans and humans had a term too. Officially they were known as hybrids, though people preferred to use the colloquial term for them much often- Ubermensch. Exactly who coined that term was uncertain, but it did a neat job of explaining the hierarchy. Ubermensch, the ones above men. Now, cross breeding yielded mixed results, with some Ubermensch resembling more human and some virtually indistinguishable from Vicans. Yet one thing was clear, they were to be accounted respect since they were above us.

As far as I knew, Lord Matseya had 3 radas currently with whom he had 8 hybrid children. Apart from this he also had 3 Vican children from his wife. Because the house had a huge inner courtyard, they were rarely seen outside the house. I had heard from Jim that at least 3 of his hybrid kids were daughters who occasionally sneaked out into the grounds without Torban or any of the guards noticing. In any case in my 2 months of working here, I had never encountered them or any member of the family.

As I walked quietly behind Torban, I couldn't help but notice that Lord Matseya had a quite fine taste in aesthetics. Both sides of the corridor was covered in paintings and artwork of different styles. On my left I saw a large size reproduction of Da Vinci's Last Supper,at least 20 feet long. On my right there was a stunning scenery of a Myriagonian sunset, complete with the beautiful flora and the enchanting double suns. On both sides of the corridor were side tables containing ornate sculptures and vases.

As we turned right through a corridor, I suddenly noticed that the paintings on either side had turned erotic. It was evident that this was the Lord's harem. On my left an entire tapestry was devoted to various sex positions apparently from the Kama Sutra. However all the participants seemed to be Vicans. On my right there were reproductions of renaissance era nudes. However the most stunning painting was the one in front of us, at the end of the corridor.

It was a simple portrait of a nude Vican woman. It seemed to be painted in style of a renaissance painting, yet looked quite modern. The painting was life size, as was the subject. She stood in a plain room, holding a strange flower in her hands. She confidently faced the viewer with a stare so piercing that it was sensual in itself. Her pale reddish complexion, white straight hair, and angled ears and eyes gave away her Vican ancestry, as did her long four fingered hands and feet. Her skin was blemish less and almost iridescent. Her figure was perfect, by no means skinny, with curves at just the right places.

Her breasts looked just perfect, voluptuous and yet without a hint of sagging. They were peaked by beautiful, deep red cone shaped nipples. Further down, her flat navel-less Vican belly was accentuated by just a tiny bit of baby fat. Below that lay the real treasure. Her deep pink labia was painted with so much perfection that individual droplets of moisture could be made out in the painting. In between the lips, I could clearly make out her clit. Vican clitoris, unlike humans, was a much more specialized organ. It was more slender, yet much longer than a human clit, and was forked at the tip. Most importantly, they could be moved at will. The painting depicted this splendidly. One of the key distinguishing features of Vicans was that unlike humans, both males and females had no body hair. This was evident in the painting since her pussy appeared completely hairless.

All in all, the painting was one of the hottest things I had seen recently. So much so that it had a noticeable effect on my pants. I quietly used my hands to adjust my pants so that it would be less visible. Torban would skin me alive if he saw me like this. As luck would have it, he turned around just as I adjusted my pants, yet saw me staring at the painting.

"Enjoying the view boy?" he said with a suppressed sneer.

"The art and painting style is quite excellent," I said, hoping he wouldn't look down.

"That's the mistress of the house you are looking at," he said. "Lady Danya Matseya."

I was shocked at this. Why would the Lord place such a portrait of his wife in a place where any servant could walk in. Trying to sound diplomatic I said, "The painter has great talent."

"Yes of course, he's one of the most talented painters of his generation. Lord H'vim Matseya. Eldest son of Lord Viraeta and Lady Danya."

At this my jaw opened wide in surprise. "She let her son paint her like this?" I blurted out without realizing.

At this Torban regarded me with an annoyed stare. "Sometimes I forget how backwards you humans are," he said. "Both intellectually and socially."

I turned my face away in shame at this. He was right. Vicans were quite liberal in matters of sex. Their maxim was that as long as there was consent and trust between partners, anyone could get it on with anyone. Adultery as we humans defined it was commonplace, in fact it was good etiquette for the hosts to offer sex to distinguished guests. However I didn't know that this attitude extended to incest.

"I'm sorry my lord. It's just that this is the first time I am encountering such a situation."

"Forget it," he said stoically as we rounded the corner. I took a last glance at the painting and followed him into a room.

"S'magan this human can perhaps help with our problem," Torban said

"Hey William," said S'magan. He was a fine guy. I had had the chance to talk with him just once before, but that was enough to understand that he was a good person. S'magan was about 35 in Earth terms and belonged to one of the lowest classes of Vicans in Myriagon. Jim told me that his family was sewage workers in Myriagon. In a sense it was ironic that a civilisation with 7 billion years of recorded history still required its citizens to clean its sewers. Anyway S'magan managed to learn enough about systems in Myriagon to give him a new start here on Earth. Still the best he could manage was a glorified handyman position. One step above me, a human. That was the beauty of the Vican social system,which had a famous saying- You shall die exactly the way you were born.

"How are doing my Lord?" I said as I shook his hand. The formalities were because of Torban. In our first meeting itself, S'magan had told me to do away with the "Lord". In Myriagon he was the one who was forced to call everyone that and so he knew how much he hated it.

"I want you to take a look at the heating system for this wing. Apparently it has been giving the Ladies and Lords here some problems," he said, leading me on to the far end of the room. The room apparently served as a central switchboard for the wing, with 2 of the walls covered by control panels. The panels themselves looked old enough to be installed by my grandpa. I took a close look at them and immediately located the panel for the heating system.

"S'magan keep an eye on this human. I'm needed elsewhere. Once you are finished you must escort him back to his quarters," Torban said. He then turned around and walked away.

"Well I thought the bastard would never leave," said S'magan once Torban was out of earshot.

I chuckled at this. It was a real relief that the idiot was gone. He could be a real pain in the ass. Above all he was a snob.

Over the next 15 minutes I dismantled the entire control unit of the heating system. S'magan stayed close to me the whole time, asking sensible questions. Vican technology was vastly superior to ours. But without an abundant supply of their main fuel source, hydrogen, it was all rendered useless here on earth. Apparently Myriagon contained vast underground reserves of liquid Hydrogen in its frozen inactive mantle and core. No such luck here though. With what little fuel they could generate on earth, they operated the weapon systems and emergency transport networks. Hence for everyday energy requirements they were still dependent on our conventional sources. Rumors were that Vican scientists were busy adapting their technology to available fuel sources, but 2 decades apparently wasn't enough for them.

As I opened a bottom lid of the unit, I saw what could be the problem. The wires joining this part had all lost their insulation. This might be causing short circuits. If that's so then it was a simple job of changing the wires. I showed him the problem.

"How much wire do you need?"

"Maybe some 10-12 feet."

"I think I have some in my kit," he said. "Wait here. I'll go get some."

"Won't you get in trouble if you leave me alone here?" I asked

"Just look busy. Take your screwdriver and pretend to do something with the panel," he said with a grin, "Don't worry you'll be fine. I'll be back soon."

I did exactly what he told me to do for about 5 minutes, then got bored and came out of the door to peer into the corridor. Looking to my left, opposite the side I had come in from, I could see more erotic paintings. Feeling adventurous, I stepped out of the room to take a look at some of them. There were more paintings that I recognised that bore the same style as the painting in the lobby. Apparently the Lord's heir was a quite talented painter. Another of his paintings depicted the same Vican woman as before, his mother and a dark skinned human woman deep in embrace. The human woman was sucking at the Lady's nipples, while she was getting her own pussy stuffed by the lady's tender hands. The human woman had a beautiful bush of public hair on top of her mound.

As I stood there enjoying this new painting, I heard moans coming out of the room in the far corner. My head told me to run back to the panel room. But as if in a trance I found myself walking towards the sound.

The room was closed, yet the door wasn't closed all the way. Through the gap, I could see almost the whole room. The room was quite large and charmingly furnished with curtains. It contained a king size bed in its center. On this bed were two Vicans so intertwined that it was difficult to ascertain whose limb was which.

The man I recognized right away. He was the great Lord Viraeta himself. I had seen him once in the gardens and anyways he was quite famous in news channels every night. Though in his fifties now, he showed little signs of ageing. He had a buff physique with hints of good musculature now covered with a little fat. In short he was quite fit for his age and looked barely 30. His dick, I noticed was barely 5 inches. Hmm, that would be considered big for Vicans, so in a sense he was well endowed.

The woman however was unknown to me. Looking closely she had similar features to the portrait of Lady Danya. Yet this woman was far younger and in many ways prettier. She had a slimmer body and also looked, in a way, more petite than the lady. Her breasts were also smaller, yet in no sense small. Currently, the lord was busy sucking them one by one, lavishing each of them with enough attention. Her head was arched back and she seemed to be in deep ecstasy. Her hand was playing with the Lord's dick.

After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, he finally laid the girl in the bed and lined up his dick towards her inviting pussy. He then reached out and placed a deep kiss in her mouth, while at the same time thrust in with all his might. The girl moaned loudly and thrashed her arms about. The lord continued to drive in and out of her with long deep strokes. The girl kept moaning into his mouth with each stroke. I could clearly see the sweat droplets collecting on their brows and arms.

Their mouths soon slipped away and the lord again took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it deeply.

"O pitru. Sheegra sheegra," she moaned.

Pitru? Oh fuck.

The bastard was screwing his own daughter.

Somehow I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. My dick stood out at full mast and somehow without me realizing it, I had taken it out and was stroking it. I could feel my balls ready to explode. The fact that if I was caught I would be flogged or jailed didn't strike me then. I was just consumed by the raw display of passion in front of me.

The lord soon increased his thrusts and at the same time increased the attention lavished on her upper body. By this time her moaning was increasing in crescendo. Soon she cried out in throes of orgasm, helplessly flailing her arms about. Soon the lord too increased his pace. After about five more thrusts he cried out in ecstasy as he climaxed deep inside his daughter. At this I too climaxed, shooting my load all over the floor.

Immediately I regained my composure and put my dick away. I checked my back pocket and heaved a sigh of relief as I found a handkerchief in it. Immediately I bent down to clean up the mess I had created.

It was then that I realized that I was not alone in the corridor. Turning my head towards the corridor, I felt my heart beats racing as I laid my eyes on her.

She was clearly an ubermensch. Her skin was dark and flawless, yet she had clear Vican features. She was wearing a sheer negligee that showed an ample bosom peaked by prominent nipples. Her expression was difficult to read, but it bordered on aroused and annoyed. She was very clearly angry about me being there, yet there was a kind of hunger in her eyes.

Slowly she started coming towards me.