Chapter Three
M istress Sage, thank you for coming to be a candidate for our Overseer and Overlord, Zell. The minister of the tower bowed low.
Sage smiled. Thank you for the offer of... hospitality.
The man blinked, and hope burned in his gaze. Please, Mistress, come with me.
Certainly, Minister.
He swallowed and offered his wrist. One more candidate arrives tomorrow, but you can begin your routine tonight if you like.
She placed her fingers daintily on his wrist, and they walked away from the ground transport and toward the giant structure that blocked out the sun. It was two kilometres wide and possibly as tall.
Their path was lined with fashionable city dwellers.
All were wearing expensive clothing and gems and were looking at her curiously.
The body style of the women resembled the previous consort.
Slim, girlish, all adult, but on the narrower side.
There were a lot of looks toward her curves and murmurs.
Sage smiled slightly as they walked toward the tower. So, who chose me?
It was an analyst on the council. He went looking for a numbers match, not one from Zell s known preferences.
Ah, I do love being just a number. She used every trick that the Temple had taught her to move like a fluttering flower petal toward the tower.
It was five hundred metres, and she felt the weight of the videorecorders every step of the way.
She maintained her head up as she passed the hopeful population. What do they want him to expand?
We wish him to get rights to a nearby asteroid field where gem deposits have been identified.
Got it. Fashion and art are the lifeblood of your people. Well, I will do my best not to distract him from his purpose.
You will not tempt him to rise?
She chuckled. His people would be appalled if he came to me. I will put on a good display and give effort, but I am not anticipating success on my part.
The minister smiled as they walked through the doors and entered the temple. Four glyphs were highlighted, directing them to the different directions. The minister said, This way to the west side. The lift will take you directly to the floor.
No staircase?
No, Mistress. The upper four levels are only accessible from the outside by Zell, so the lift will be locked once you are up there.
Food units have been installed?
Yes.
Will you accompany me to my floor?
No, Mistress. You are on your own for the next month. He walked her over to the elevator that had her face on it. I wish you nothing but luck.
What do I get if I win?
He paused. The wealth and devotion of Zell?
Okay. I was hoping there was some sort of snack involved. It s fine. I will enjoy my visit to your fair world.
Sage walked into the elevator, and the door closed behind her. It started rising, and when she had gone up twenty feet, she could see the expanse of the city around her. The view just got better the higher she went.
When she could see the entire coastline from her vantage point, the lift stopped, and a door opened. Sage turned and walked into her cell for the next month. It was a lovely place to confine herself. Her bag floated next to her.
Statuary lined the outer walls, near the balconies and windows. She checked out the food dispenser, the sleeping platform, and the bathing area. The lavatory was a separate unit with the equivalent of a carwash for her undercarriage, from cool to warm.
With the basics seen to, she unpacked her clothing and hung the silky stuff next to the red and black clothing that she was supposed to wear.
Shrugging, she stripped and wrapped the breast band into place before wrapping the layers of skirts low on her hips.
The light robe was there for her comfort.
Once she was wearing the uniform of Zell s tower, Sage put on some music and slowly began to dance.
She moved around the entire space, memorizing the enormous area.
The statue in each alcove had to be Zell, and she grinned as he was depicted in a number of inviting positions while naked and aroused.
She filed a few for later. This event happened to overlap with her ovulation, and she was eyeing everything around her as something to rub on.
She kept dancing as she considered the strange twist of fate that had given her the self-control of a cat in heat.
The Temple had noticed it right away. As soon as the restrictor shot had worn off, she had been twisting and rubbing against any surface with the encouragement of her instructors.
She would have her period in fourteen days, and it would last precisely twenty-four hours.
All she needed to control her cycle was to leave her world and go to an expensive brothel.
It was hilarious, but the Temple had everything locked down.
However, they had decided that she needed to free her body for this assignment.
She needed every reaction her body could bring to the occasion.
The effect was that she was going to be a contact-seeking raw nerve for her time in the tower. The timing was ideal.
She continued to dance in the space. It was larger than the studio at the Temple.
She sighed as she worked up a light sweat and then stopped to stretch. The data terminal was on a discreet desk, and she could check her stats on it. People were already betting against her, but a few were in her favour.
She set out her Tekka game, brought out her lute, and played a few songs before the moon rose. She walked past a recumbent Zell statue to stand on the balcony. There was a protective shield on the balcony that kept her from being able to launch herself off the top.
She walked to the statue and caressed the red shoulder as the male was leaning back against his wings.
Sage looked at the expanse of the stone. Must have a bit of an ego if he has so many nude and erect carvings of himself.
Shrugging and knowing that nothing could get worse by her actions, she straddled him and felt the ache in her inner thighs. Huh. Wide. I thought big hips ran in my family.
She continued to chatter as she rubbed herself along his belly until a light, shivering orgasm floated through her. It took the edge off, but she needed more. She squirmed back to fit the tip of the stone cock to her and began to rock against it as it got in inch by inch.
Sage s training at the Temple came in handy, and she worked until she was flat against the stone thighs. She slid forward, and the first orgasm shuddered through her, but she kept going.
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Z ell felt a rush of energy and sat up. The flashing blue light indicated the messages, and he listened to the last message first. Overseer Zell, the time of selection is upon us, and we have brought four women to the tower to win your favour. I hope you will find them pleasing.
Zell felt another shot of energy in the same flavour as the first. He looked at the cameras and found three women singing or dancing, while the fourth was... what the hell was she doing?
The energy he was feeling was coming from her. He confirmed it when she paused, shuddered, and the wave struck him again.
What is she?
He brought up her statistics and found that she was Temple-trained and of a species known as Terrans. Her companion rating was astonishing. He threw his head back as another wave went through him.
He brought up an image of her and blinked.
It wasn t like any of the other candidates he had seen in the centuries.
Pale. Very pale gold. Her hair hung to her knees, her eyes were a soft brown, and her waist was so small he could probably hold her in one hand.
Her breasts were large, and her hips were wide.
It was not a figure that the Zellic favoured.
They must have really wanted him awake to find her.
She shivered again, and it finally came to him that she was fucking his statue, and she was enjoying it!
Malthua had not enjoyed sex and had never been able to take more of him than the width of her slender hand, and they had simply been companions for the two centuries of her lifespan.
His people said it was a great love affair, but he and Malthua had merely been friends.
She was his companion in the emotional sense, and it was her own bloodline that kept her with him until she passed.
Another wave of energy rushed through him, and he paused as it was richer than the previous ones. His muscles flexed, and he headed for the shower. He could wait for a few days, or he could just meet her now. He was done waiting.
Another wave ran through him, and his palm slammed against the stone of the shower. The female didn t show any signs of letting up, and he wanted to experience it firsthand.
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S age slowed, and her body was aching pleasantly. Sweat coated her, and she was going to need a shower. She reached around and stroked her clit, her tight and slippery skin making it easier to focus on.
She moaned softly as she continued until another orgasm struck and eased off once she had gotten the most out of it. Sadly, her sex cravings were cumulative. The more she had, the more she wanted until she passed out. She wanted to stop things right before that point.
She eased away from the statue and winced at the puddle left on his belly.
Sighing, Sage got up and went to get a cloth from the cleaning cupboard.
She was returning to the statue to clean it up when there was a chime and a door opened.
She paused and turned toward the new arrival.
When she saw who it was, she mentally winced but went through protocol to kneel and bow with her hands folded in front of her.
This was a Temple protocol, not an Education Station one.
The Hmrain walked to her and murmured in high Hmrain. The air is thick with you.
She didn t respond. The comment didn t warrant it.
He walked around her slowly, and to her shock, he had a tail. No Hmrain had tails as far as she knew.