Simple Steps

Even a few days later, he let Lan know in an aside that he was on his way to the old woman's house to sound her out. Then he drove to Irenea's place. She was there, at the back of the garden, lolling naked on a blanket in the tall grass. He pulled the small device out of his pocket and scanned the house and the garden. No bugs, no cameras. He sat down with her and took off his uniform jacket. He kept his T‐shirt on, even though she said the grass was high and no one could see them. He told her what he had learned at Lan without mentioning her name. He showed her the photos. Irenea was horrified. They would first have to be much more careful in the glider in the future, he said, secondly he would have to photograph her pussy and clit, and thirdly they would have to make a good cover story for her.

Irenea thought sharply. On the glider flight to Wen's, she could do without fucking, if only very reluctantly. He would have to explain the photographing in detail, but if it was a matter of his and her safety and credibility, so be it. She had never had her pussy photographed before, the old schoolgirl giggled coyly. The third was trickier, but she would know someone. There was a former lover, a captain, who spent his retirement near the forest area, as an organic farmer. She had not wanted to follow him there and they had parted on good terms. A man of honor she trusted. Captain Pozzebon. She would call him in a moment. Pan nodded in agreement, but not a word on the call, he warned. She had no communication module implanted and went into the house. She called Pozzebon with her ancient handheld communicator. Whether she could see him now, it was important. In an hour, he said, I was just on my way to the bathroom. She giggled and laughed, in an hour then.

"I guess I'll have to fuck him if he wanted a bath now," she giggled and laughed hornily. She also put on a T‐shirt because Pan demanded it. They flew out of the settlement at full throttle, and he kept an eye out for drones, flying a complicated maneuver to look for them. But there were none. Half an hour later, he parked in front of Pozzebon's farm. He came out immediately and hugged Irenea warmly. He counted the stars on Pan's collar. Commander d'Aubonville, he introduced himself. He wanted a place where they could talk undisturbed and unheard. Pozzebon, a tall, burly man, pointed to the seating area in front of the house. He lived alone, he said, and there was no one there but him. Pan scanned the seating area and the house with the detector. Paranoia, but necessary at the moment, Pan said seriously, but it could cost him and them their heads. Pozzebon brought a large pitcher of iced fruit juice. They drank from silver goblets, an old family heirloom. Then they talked.

Pan said that Irenea must be able to disappear from the face of the earth for 2 or 3 days, it was very important to her. Pozzebon immediately understood. An alibi, no problem. She only needed to call him, when, etc. He didn't even want to know what it was about, he cut off Pan's sentence. What he should pay attention to? Pan explained that possibly domestic spies would show up looking for Irenea to check the alibi in real time. Perhaps also disguised as pushy salesmen. It could cost Irenea her head, so it was not a matter of a carnival joke. All three of them had no idea what a carnival was, but the term was familiar. Pozzebon laughed that he could handle it. Salesmen never sought him out and he didn't let them question him anyway; he didn't tell even good friends anything about himself. If they were looking for Irenea, he would show them a sex doll from a distance, the sleeping Irenea. Pan added that he should please always be on guard, the spies were professionals who might be manipulating a supplier, a farmer or anyone else in the market. Pozzebon said with a smile that he had worked in intelligence for 25 years and would not be easily duped. Okay, Pan said, he trusted him.

Pozzebon asked Irenea if she didn't want to see his sex doll and she winked at Pan. We will leave in an hour, Pan said. The two went into the house and he remained seated, sipping cold fruit juice. He watched them fuck for an hour, Pozzebon was only a little younger than her, but he fucked her effortlessly for a whole hour. Pan smelled the mulberry liquor as she got into the glider. He dropped her off at her garden gate and had the glider fly to the base on automatic. He informed Lan that a certain Pozzebon was the old woman's lover, and that he had a farm outside of town. They had not encountered Captain Pozzebon and had returned a few minutes ago. He quickly ended the communication, Lan could investigate and he had taken the first step to free himself from her claws.

The next few weeks passed without any special events. He drilled his men day in and day out. He sharpened the senses of his telepaths, for the pirates were arming. One certain diversion was a nationwide competition in the game of sticks. Most of his men were fans of this national sport and gladly took over duty in the stadium. Pan thought nothing of it, but he visited his men regularly to see to their attention. There had not been a major attack in over 100 years, but the crowd was rowdy and the knives were very loose. His men were well trained and in control of the situation. Two teams of 20 athletes each fought each other naked. Thousands of years ago people collected players‐portraits, today they collected their cocks. Fans collected pictures of the dicks, bought lifelike replicas of the cocks of their favorites, and also models to masturbate and squirt. When the winning team publicly fucked the wives and daughters of the losers in the stadium until sunset, the audience went into a sexual frenzy. It interfered with the group fucking, all wanting to nibble on the winner's prize and fuck the losers' girls. Pan smiled mockingly when his men took one or the other to safety and fucked the girls in turn. He pretended not to notice and strolled to the base.

Six months had passed, they had festively celebrated Binara's 11th birthday, and Lan was hand–tame and in need of love. The woman at the candy stand handed him an apple and winked. He walked a little way off and cut the apple open. "Come the day after tomorrow if you can, Lea," the note said in beautiful, squiggly handwriting. He contacted Irenea to have her pubic hair removed at the studio and arranged the time. He called Wengin, who was very happy, everything would be ready. In the morning he went to see the brigadier and had the special mission approved. The stuffmaster nodded grimly as he handed over the old glider, for the brigadier general had entered the mission correctly this time.

The late spring sun blazed down relentlessly. Irenea reluctantly kept her clothes on, but he only needed to remind her that the spies might be photographing her. She cursed unladylike and drank her mulberry brandy greedily. Yes, she growled, she had had her pubic hair removed at the studio and called Pozzebon, the good guy was ready. He scanned the glider conscientiously, no bugs, no hidden cameras. He flew full throttle out of town to the first waypoint and climbed steeply. No pursuers, no drones. He sent the glider off and said now she could strip. He lowered the seats and they lay down on the couches. She had been masturbating incessantly all day and all night, she gasped, so looking forward to fucking Wen.

Pan was really enjoying fucking Irenea. He somehow didn't care about her old age, because she could – fuck excellently for a human woman. He always made a little pause for his cock as she frantically rubbed herself to orgasm. They fucked throughout the trip, for close to 6 hours, and he never once squirted at the end. The mulberry brandy fueled her fire and she was completely exhausted by the last waypoint, so many times she had brought herself to orgasm. "I need to photograph your pussy and clit," he reminded her. She was very bashful and he took several dozen photos. For the last fifteen minutes he drove carefully through the dense forest, she cleaned herself with wet wipes and perfumed herself. Her eyes sparkled as they skimmed the lake and saw Wengin waving at the front door.

Pan sat down in front of the cottage, drinking and smoking while Wengin informed him. Queen Lea had scheduled a court day for the afternoon and sent word that it was imperative that he attend. Wengin did not know the details, but he had deposited a device for him in the armory. Wengin grinned from ear to ear as Irenea pulled him into the house by the sleeve. He started the glider and flew over the shortcut to Halfgard. Parking the glider a distance outside the city gate, he buttoned his uniform jacket as he walked and went into the palace hut.

Lea had received him kindly but gravely. He ate a snack while she explained the details. Half an hour later they went into the great hall, which was packed. He sat down apart beside the podium; Lea sat alone on the podium, wearing a floor–length coat. Queen and First Judge. The three councilors were ushered in, Pan recognizing them immediately. They stood before their judge, who recited the facts. They had made a deal with the Bangurelians. 36 Half‐younglings were willing to work in a brothel for the benefit of Halfgard. The councilors had met with the Bangurelians in the forest far from Halfgard and handed over the younglings. It was discussed to make many more lucrative deals in the future and the council lords would become very rich, richer than rich. The people promised to bring the gold after 10 days. Promised! What the councilors did not know, of course, was that the youths were sold to a death cult. A week later, not a single one of them was alive. The councilors waited for their gold after 10 days, 11, 12 and 13 days. The merchants were untraceable like their gold.

Lea looked into the crowd. The councilors had sent 36 halfs to their deaths, greed shining in their eyes. Thirty six dead, for nothing and nothing, thundered the judge. They had betrayed the younglings, they had betrayed their people, they had betrayed the council. Only the gold, they had not betrayed, they had almost become rich by a hair's breadth. By a hair's breadth. Lea paced up and down in front of the defendants. Kneel down, she ordered, kneel down! Lea paced up and down and asked one and the other spectator what was done with traitors. Death, growled one. Death, shouted the other. Death! shouted the bystanders.

Lea raised a hand, they fell silent. Pan knew that Lea had telepathically discovered the truth. One of the three accused was innocent, she said aloud, he had not known what his cronies borrowed the money from him for. He had no idea that young boys were lured and bought with his money. He also didn't know that his cronies only wanted to give him back his money, but they didn't tell him about the fabulous profit. He was too stupid to continue serving in the council, Lea shouted into the crowd, a right simpleton, Yes, but he did not deserve to die. She stepped up to the defendants and slammed her fist into one of them's face so hard that blood gushed from his nose. She kicked him in the chest with her sole so that he fell over backwards. "You can go," she yelled at him, "go into the woods and learn to survive like a man. You're banished from Halfgard for five years!" Bystanders helped the guy to his feet, and he immediately took off running.

Lea had sat down again. She waited patiently and placed a pulser on the table in front of her. Pan read her thoughts and shuddered. She waited until it was quiet as a mouse. The two were guilty of treason and the blood of 36 brothers was on their hands in shame. "You are condemned to death!" She walked gravely and dignified with the pulser in her hand to the condemned and shot one as well as the other in the head. "Give them to their kinsmen to bury quietly," she cried. The Halfs dispersed, only Pan remained seated. He stared blankly at Lea's empty chair and the pulser lying on the table. Surely it was all right, he thought, draconian punishments restored order. He knew that himself. Still, his heart was heavy.

A maid plucked him by the sleeve. The mistress was expecting him for dinner in the small hall, Yes, just the two of them. He followed the maid into the room. Walking around Lea, he stroked her red and gold back fur. Lea was naked except for her loincloth and was beautiful. He placed a gold coin next to her plate. "I haven't forgotten," he said, and they laughed. The seriousness of the afternoon had faded. They ate proficiently, the finest antelope meat, fruits, fruits and berries from the forest. They drank two bottles of wine and moved on to sweets. And they entertained themselves excellently.

They only briefly addressed the court, the sentence, and the execution. He learned that all judges had to execute a death sentence immediately and by themselves. There were no prisons, all offenses were atoned for with beatings, service, fines and reparations, or death. Pan nodded, he had understood that and accepted it, the Halfs apparently did that better than humans. Lea asked him about Irenea and he told her everything truthfully. She laughed, because it was surely no pleasure to fuck the 72 year old? He said that she really fucks excellent and he did not think about her age. Pozzebon, Wengin and he knew very well that the old woman was a great fuck. The old woman had an appetite to masturbate like a Half–girl, she grinned and he laughed, he had often thought so.

About the dominatrix Lan they talked for a long time. Lea said she instinctively sensed behind his words that this woman was devious and incendiary. Pan laid out for her how he planned his approach. Lea agreed, it made sense. But the future always had an ace up its sleeve, so watch carefully, my love!

He had stroked her mane again and again, stroking and fondling the back fur down to her ass. She shivered comfortably when he stroked her back fur from bottom to top, against the grain. His fingers caressed Lea's breasts mindlessly, playing with her teats until they were burstingly stiff. Lea grasped his chin and French–kissed him. "Is it that urgent already?" she asked, licking his earlobe. He nodded, and they went to the sinks. The old woman examined his washed cock. "Oh, he wants to shoot already!" and then she whispered how good that cock was for the Queen, who was such a just judge. The maids retreated silently as they entered the bedroom.

They cuddled, snuggled and fucked until sunrise. They knew what the other needed. Lea let her head sink back on her heels and her fingers latched onto her clit. He laid her on her back and thrust wildly, making her cum blissfully. Lea was the first woman to take his cock into her mouth and stiffen it again with her lips and tongue. His fatigue from fucking Irenea evaporated in Lea's arms and thighs. He didn't stop until the first rays of sunlight, he was completely exhausted. Lea masturbated for quite a while longer and he fell out of dozing into deep sleep. The maids were ordered to let him sleep until noon.

After lunch, an engineer picked him up. He showed him the invention Wengin had prepared for him. It was a device that could amplify telepathy tenfold. He had the engineers explain the device in detail, because it would give his men a significant advantage over the pirates. The only problem was that a crystal, which was essential, was found only in the mountains of the Halfs. He was given so many crystals that the military could replicate at least 500 devices. Wengin was convinced that he could supply crystals for another 500 devices within a year.

Dinner was held in the great hall, and everyone enjoyed the grilled pieces of wild boar. Pan had to be very careful, because the various berries of the forest went wonderfully with the wild boar and the red wine made him drunk quickly. He committed a grave mortal sin against the wild boar when he drank only fruit juice. It was a taste disaster, but he had to sober up. The various dignitaries who joined him and Lea on a case–by–case basis mainly wanted to talk to her anyway. By the time they moved to the bar for sweets and liquor, the effect of the red wine had worn off. He awoke and eloquently joined in the conversation.

When things quieted down around them, he told them about Wengin's magnificent device. Lea knew about it, of course, and at one point he started laughing out loud. He told Lea what had made him laugh. His telepathic pilots would give anything to imitate his feat. The pirates‐alliance and its military were, after all, led by women. They lived by matriarchal rules and each female pirate had half a dozen fuckers at her disposal in her household. Instead of "man" they spoke of "fuckers." Even Lea had to laugh out loud at that. He now had to tell Lea about the giant pirate he had upset with the telepathic fucking. His men would want to fuck the aloof female pirate commanders badly, goddammit! When he finished counting, she shook her red–gold mane in disbelief. "I knew you were a telepath, but I didn't know you were that strong. I've tried something like that several times, too, but never succeeded in the end!"

The pirate problem did not touch the Halfs' lives. Pan asked Lea what he could give the Halfs in return for the invention. Lea didn't have to think long. "Books, books, and books!" The Halfs had few stolen books at their disposal, so that was a problem in the long run. Pan promised to bring a wagonload of books. And gold wouldn't she want? Lea swiped at the air. She thought nothing, really nothing of gold. Yes, gold coins were in circulation, but the Halfs only bartered. All their maids had a gold coin or two, but these were only admired and looked at, never would anyone give away their gold piece. It had no meaning in practice.

They went to the sinks and the old maid who washed and examined his cock somehow aroused his pity. She should tell him about her best sex adventure. She thought for a long time. She had been taken on a hunt by a lover when she was quite young. The 11 hunters fucked her day and night in a row for a week and she was in a blissful high from her hundred orgasms. He nodded, he could imagine that very well. But that was forty years ago, Commander! she said, grinning and pushing her loincloth aside to show him her old cunt before they went into the bedroom.

The night with Lea had been wonderful. They were very well attuned to each other by now. When she had had a few orgasms, she let him fuck her in the supine position. He was completely exhausted when the first rays of the sun shone in his eyes. Lea let him sleep late again and he set off after the extensive late breakfast.

Wengin welcomed him at noon with a surprising lunch. There was grilled fish from the lake. Pan rarely got fish and enjoyed it very much. There was a very interesting conversation with the inventor and Pan was overwhelmed by what great ideas were going through Wengin's mind. But they had to leave, the sun was leaning over the zenith. Irenea immediately undressed in the scorching hot glider while he carefully steered through the dense forest. She chattered away as usual. She had thought it over back and forth, but then told Wengin nothing. About fucking with many hundreds of officers and crews, about Pozzebon or about him. She left Wengin believing in her innocence and that she was only masturbating. Wen lived as he thought. Once a month he let himself be fucked by changing female engineers or students, this was considered ascetic among the Halfs. Often he let himself be fucked every night for months, but it shamed him greatly. That's how he is, my chaste Wen!

Once again they paused at the edge of the forest, they ate, drank, and he smoked a cigarette. Irenea had another bottle and a half of mulberry brandy and spoke to him proficiently. He had the seats folded down and climbed naked onto the couches behind her. They did not exchange a word, it was not necessary. She kept her fire blazing with the mulberry brandy, and the only thing she kept groaning in a plaintive tone was, "I need it right back," or "Fuck me, fuck me real hard!" or "Jaa, Jaaah, Jaaaaa!" when her fingers raced to orgasm on her clit. He would always take a short break and pull his cock out to watch her masturbate and orgasm. The 6 hours of flying went by in a flash and he kept the glider hovering high above Pozzebon's farm for a long time because she wasn't ready to masturbate to a big orgasm yet. He hadn't squirted once on the flight back.

Pozzebon welcomed them with iced fruit juice, fine ham and bacon from the market and told. He had, of course, immediately noticed the sad figures loitering at the butcher's. This was on the second day, he bought two schnitzels, two steaks and sausages for two and whispered to the butcher about his old flame from the city who had come to fuck for a few days. A simple–minded old woman, but everything still on and she fucked truly divine! He invited the butcher to come over for a fuck, even though he knew full well that he was gay. Irenea kicked him in the shins in a friendly way, so much for simple–minded old woman! Pan smiled and told her to hire with Pozzebon as a sex doll and that Pozzebon should bring her home with fanfare at 17:00 the next day. The old man's eyes flashed as he agreed. She kicked Pan in the shins, "You old panderer, you!" but she beamed with lust.

Pan drove straight to the base, calling Lan from the road. His initial anger spent, he counted to 100 until he called her. He told her off the top of his head how low he thought it was that she had Pozzebon spied on. Irenea and Pozzebon were quite frightened, he said, because they didn't understand why. And she had broken her promise, that was just rotten. He didn't let Lan get a word in edgewise, if she wanted war with him, so be it, she could have it! He ended the conversation abruptly, not taking her many calls all day and letting her stew in her own juices.

He delivered the glider – after clearing waypoints and route – and reported to the Brigadier General. He had bought the device and the bags of crystals for good money and swiped the brigadier's check. He went with the Brigadier General to the Engineering Departement where they spent an hour examining the device. The chief engineer was a weak telepath, but with the device he penetrated farther than ever. It didn't take the general half a second to see the advantages. He immediately ordered production and the necessary modifications to the telepath‐s couches. "Good man," the general said, jovially tapping him on the shoulder.

Pan bought three pre–grilled steaks, spicy flatbreads, and two bottles of mulberry brandy on the way and waited outside Irenea's house. Pozzebon had apparently stolen his glider from a museum; the ancient piece came to a halt smoking, popping, and farting. Amused, the two drunks hooted as they got out. Pan grinned furtively; the drunks' charade just seemed ridiculous. Pan scanned the house and yard for bugs, all clean. They grilled the steaks behind the house and had a wonderful dinner.

He gave half the general's money to Irenea and half to Pozzebon, "for special service to special military missions." Pozzebon did not want to accept it at first, after all, it was an amount of about a thousand gold coins. But Irenea convinced him. If the general was paying her so generously, it was probably for future service. She and Pan snorted with laughter, she had to kick the stunned Pozzebon in the shins first. "We're going to fuck again, Pozz, fuck! Fuck! Fuck for gold!" and now he joined in the laughter. Pan had not drunk any mulberry brandy with the two of them, and the two of them were rolling merrily in the grass. Irenea, who had been naked all along, yanked Pozzebon's pants down and they fucked wildly in the waist–high grass. Pan watched them for a while and then drove off, to his dominatrix.

Lan was very surprised, but she managed to cry on it with ease. Pan pretended to have a soft heart, sat with her on the couch and put his arm around her shoulders caringly. She sobbed that they hadn't all gotten her orders in time, and he acquiesced. He had thought she was betraying him and wanted to go to war. This had hurt him very much. She set everything in motion to reconcile him. She served him a decidedly good meal, told him openly and frankly about the internal debates of the women's government and projects that had not yet been made public.

A maid in a transparent uniform silently scurried in and placed an envelope on the table, then quietly disappeared. Lan opened the envelope. It was razor–sharp footage, apparently taken by a drone after their dinner. Pozzebon was fucking Irenea, every hair bristle of her cunt was very clearly visible. He looked very closely at the 15 photos, which would surely have pleased a divorce lawyer, but he showed not the slightest emotion. Lan watched him keenly. "I get anonymous notices like this all the time," she said, handing him the accompanying letter.

Just one line, "perhaps of interest, dominatrix," and he could see in Lan's mind who the anonymous one was. "A woman, well educated, expensive perfume" he said and Lan nodded, "you are a good observer". He wasn't even participating, Lan said, just sitting with his fruit juice. He nodded disdainfully, "a 72 year old?" and shook his head in horror. He said he could not accept the fact that eyes were everywhere on the three of them. He could never again, never again have unqualified confidence in her. She was like Prince Metternich or J. Edgar Hoover, collecting important and unimportant facts about everyone, perhaps it could be used someday. It was unimportant that Irenea and Pozzebon fucked, it was unimportant how Irenea's cunt or Pozzebon's cock looked in close–up. It was unimportant that he did not participate in the fucking, because his preference for young things was common knowledge and also unimportant. He fell silent, exasperated, and she thought for a long time, then gave herself a jolt.

There were only a few days left until the birth and she was not supposed to let him fuck her again, but she seduced him and let him go only after hours. She was happy and proud to have gotten him back on track. This was a masterstroke, she knew. He grinned widely as he let himself be flown home by a glider.

He put into circulation that he desperately needed books. Non–fiction, reference books, serious books. After 6 weeks, 3 man–high piles of books had accumulated. Binara sorted out the crap. He contacted Wengin, Irenea and Pozzebon, lastly the General. The special mission could begin. The stuff master was completely out of his mind, the commander wanted 4 old gliders and to pilot them all himself. He had piloted over 100 fighter gliders by himself in the last war, so that was a cinch. Shaking his head, the gear master gave him the 4 launch sticks and Pan programmed three to follow the first. His gonnies loaded the books into the 3 gliders up to the roof, then he picked Irenea up.

Irenea already knew she would have to wait. She was amazed that they were flying with 4 gliders and looked curiously into the gliders, but he did not reveal what he needed the books for. At the first waypoint he stopped and flew his glider high up, but no chasers, no drones. He let the gliders fly off and let the seats fold down. Irenea tore off her clothes exultantly, she hadn't fucked yet today, hadn't masturbated in hours and needed it right now, badly! He smiled, because he could smell the mulberry brandy. He took it easy again, holding back the squirting and just giving her his erection. They reached Wengin's house on the lake after the pleasurable fucking.

He was again served grilled fish and talked with Wengin about technical questions. How the amplifier for telepathy could be built even bigger, even more effective? Wengin wanted to get to work, but Pan suggested he just write it down, his technicians would build it. Irenea dragged Wengin inside and he flew to Halfgard.

Wengin had announced his coming, but said nothing about the books. He sat down in front of the palace hut and asked a maid to fetch the mistress. Lea sat down beside him. "I have brought books," he said, "books and books, as you said, my Queen!" Lea's eyes snapped open. "Three carts full? There must be hundreds of them!" He grinned, "there are 3,217, and one is especially for you from my own library. Among other things, that tells of the real Budicca. She was a Queen and warrior who sought to avenge the rape of her daughters." Lea looked uncomprehending, "Rape?"

Pan scratched his head. "Their daughters were virgins untouched, far too young. The enemies, called Romans, captured the two girls, stripped them completely naked, and all groped the small breasts and untouched pussies of the weeping girls. After hours the Romans had finished their feast and deflowered the girls, one by one fucking the crying girls. In the early morning they finished and threw the girls in front of Budicca's tent. She was glad they were alive, but Budicca swore revenge because her daughters had been dishonored and raped. She attacked the Romans and killed them all. But more Romans came and captured Budicca and tied her to a stake. Her captured men had to watch their Queen being fucked by all the soldiers, then they cut her throat."

Lea nodded sadly, being publicly fucked was something no Queen deserved. She would read his book diligently. "More than half of the books were written on old Earth, and people revered those authors greatly. Most of the other books were technical books to learn physics, chemistry or engineering from." He added that he would bring as many books as possible in the future. However, no military ones, he respected this prohibition. Lea thanked and instructed her people to unload the books.

It had become evening and the tables were set. Leah sat down beside him completely naked, in his honor and to the delight of her people. She was not stingy with her sight, everyone was allowed to stare at her beautiful body at will. She was showing herself naked for the first time in front of her Halfs, she murmured, it is a special occasion after all! She stood up and gave a short speech, the Commander had brought 3 truckloads of books for them all to learn. No longer should the average Half remain uneducated. She sparked a loud cheer and applause. "Long live the Commander!" shouted those present, and he had to rise and bow willy–nilly. Only Lea could hear his murmur of how much he hated it.

There was excellent grilled wild boar with fruit and the best berries from the forest. Pan drank the red wine much more carefully this time and insulted the wild boar with fruit juice. He tickled Lea's mane and her red–gold back fur, he furtively stroked her thighs and her cleft. Her fiery looks promised him heaven on earth. He ate until he was full and sat down at the bar. Sweets, liquor, and Lea snuggled up to him. He passed on the cigarette, because the Halfs did not smoke. Lea got involved in the discussions with the dignitaries, that was her job, her place. But her hand rested on his thigh.

Lea was preparing an exciting night for him. He hadn't cum in two days and she made him cum roaring. After all, she knew quite well how Humans liked to fuck. She made him stiff every time with her mouth, lips and tongue, she wasn't as tense about it as she used to be. Her passion was honest and contagious. They fucked until the first ray of sunlight, then they fell asleep. He did not awaken until mid–morning.

Instead of Lea, that young maid lay naked next to him, whom he had had on his lap during the last visit. She kissed him awake, smiling. The mistress had ordered that she lay down with him. The mistress had ordered her to fuck the commander for as long as he wanted. He closed his eyes, that Lea! She knew what he liked. He kissed the girl on the mouth, if she could do it well? She blushed and whispered that she hadn't fucked many men yet, but she had watched them fuck very often. She was almost 14, and she had only masturbated a lot, as befitted a girl. The Queen, she said, had made her get deflowered a few weeks ago and learn how to fuck. But the Half was not really interested in her and had only deflowered her because the mistress had ordered it. He had fucked her only very fleetingly as humans do, lying in a shameful position on the back fur and had gone quickly, he had not even cum because of haste. The mistress had ordered her to bathe, perfume and make herself beautiful for the commander before dinner. Pan was silent for a long time and stroked her face.

He asked her to fuck him Half–girl style, he liked that. She climbed on him and fucked him very skillfully. Yes, she had watched very often how the Half–girls fucked, and she just imitated them. It was much nicer than the human way, lying on one's back like a stranded bug. She fucked him for a good two hours, orgasming almost by the minute after fifteen minutes. He held her by her long black back fur as he squirted in at the end. She led him to lunch.

Lea joined him first, and he was already eating diligently, having had no breakfast. She asked curiously how the morning was and he thanked her with flowery words. Lea involved him in a conversation about the girl and fucking her. She could fuck quite well, he said, she had seen it many times. She had let the girl deflower to save him the trouble. He had to make something clear, he said immediately. He felt that deflowering a girl was not a trouble, but a great honor that gave him great pleasure. And the poor girl had been deflowered by a very stupid person who took no pleasure in it and left the girl very insecure and unsatisfied. It certainly wouldn't have happened to him. Lea nodded sorrowfully, saying she would keep it in mind. He thanked her again for this gift.

Wengin handed him the new construction drawing and discussed the details with him for a while. He asked if Irenea gave him so much time off and the old constructor laughed softly. He had constructed a very effective dildo for her and she had been practicing for an hour. They laughed, and Pan said the thing would warm her womb on cold winter nights. He would pick Irenea up tomorrow at noon. Okay, said Wengin, you come pick up her leftovers. Laughing, they said goodbye.

He wandered around Halfgard for the rest of the afternoon, striking up conversations with many Halfs. He listened to them well, there were many small problems, but none big. He was interested in the hunting weapons, they were much more modern than any weapon he had seen. He had everything explained to him in detail and was amazed at what the armorers had accomplished. There was a new type of aiming device that "kept track" of the tapped target and directed the pulse beam unerringly into the target. Hunters were excited about this weapon because it guaranteed rich pickings. He found it interesting that there were separate hunting parties for each game. Lion hunters, bird hunters, antelope hunters, wild boar hunters, etc. Everyone kept to it, because hunting was one of the main occupations. Craftsmen, smelters, armorers and engineers were highly valued, but a good hunter played in the upper league.

He returned to dinner. Lea, in leather vest and loincloth, was waiting for him. Before dinner, he approached her about taking some of the modern hunting rifles with the special aiming device, it would justify his trip here very well. He had to explain in detail to Lea how he got the special missions. This is important, she said, she would make sure he brought home "loot." Then they turned to their antelope meat, which was again accompanied by tasty fruits and berries. He drank hardly any wine and went with Lea to the bar for sweets and liquor. She reported that she had been sitting in court since noon, thank God no serious crimes. But even the small things had to be judged fairly. The knowledge and the feeling that one could expect and get justice kept the community together.

She had been thinking about the term "rape" all day. She was convinced that all men and women abided by the fact that girls and boys were not allowed to be fucked until they were 12. That children under 12 experimented among themselves or practiced with the maids was known and tacitly tolerated. The adults made love to whomever they wanted, there was no marriage, nor did anyone lay claim to anyone, because that was the main reason why the Halfs fled from the humans to Halfgard. And if someone said no once, which was very rare, it was accepted. If not, the intruder got a beating from the others. Lea said that the crime of rape simply did not exist among her people. Pan nodded in agreement, "there we humans can still learn very much from your people!"

He said he wanted to wake up next to her tomorrow and have breakfast with her. There just wasn't enough time to fuck with an unknown maid like this morning, he said. Besides, he whispered almost inaudibly, – he loved to caress her red–gold back fur in the morning, which shone so beautifully in the first rays of the sun. Lea nodded, beaming with joy, so be it!

That night, during his pauses, she told him about her life. Of masturbating as a child, as it was common. Of the biological father who taught her mouth–fucking from childhood. Of her breakneck escape to Halfgard and of Budicca, who loved her like a little sister and trained her to be a judge. Lea took his cock in her mouth and quickly made it stiff. They fell asleep arm in arm and she woke him in the morning with a kiss for breakfast.

The engineers gave him 12 modern hunting rifles, then he flew to Wengin's house. The chief engineer had made a technical drawing and explained the details to him. One had to be very careful that only stable telepaths were connected, weak ones could get their brains burned out. And it needed a powerful battery, Pan said, and Wengin agreed. The fish began to sizzle on the grill and smoke drifted through the open door. Irenea's cries of pleasure in the house died away and she came out naked, her face flushed and her cleft reddened. She put on her breeches and sat down with them. The fish and wild berries tasted delicious and Pan smoked the first cigarette in days. The chief engineer stood waving in front of the house as he flew over it with the 4 gliders.

Irenea was sweating in the hot cabin and took off her breeches as he slowly and carefully navigated through the forest to the waypoint. She babbled on about how nice fucking Wen was again and how sweet it was of him to construct this marvel of a dildo for her! She had used many dildos before, but this one was the best of them all. They stopped at the waypoint and he smoked a cigarette after his snack. Irenea took off his pants and lay down on the soft forest floor. He shook his head, they had to go. They fucked until the last waypoint and when she came to the finale while fucking and masturbating, he squatted on his heels and watched her. He kept up his erection, but he didn't squirt once. She gasped for him to squirt if he wanted to, but he shook his head. He delivered her to Pozzebon's farm, where she was to stay a night or two, and flew to King‐Leonidas–Base shortly after.

He cleared all waypoints and routes and delivered the gliders to the armorer. He had the rifles taken to the general and reported to him. The General was very pleased with the rifles and already pulled out his checkbook, but the commander asked for patience. The three engineers he had ordered to the general entered. Now he showed Wengin's engineering drawing and discussed the details with them and the general. The flash of insight was accompanied by an outcry from the lead engineer, "Brilliant, just brilliant!" He explained in simple terms to the stunned brigadier general what it was for. He did not know Po Kang's signature and looked to Pan for help, such a genius had to sign on with him. Pan shook his head, saying that the inventor had been dead for some time and that he had bought it from robbers for good money. The engineers left chattering and now the brigadier pulled out his checkbook. Pan added up the items, rifles, special ammunition and the drawing. Cheeky as Oscar, he named the total, 7,500 gold pieces in credits. The general didn't bat an eye, it was a pittance in comparison. Let the commander continue to cultivate his contacts and bring back inventions. Pan called a glider and let himself be driven to Lan's palace.

The servant took him to the dominatrix. She sat naked on the couch and led him to her child. He pretended for a few moments and then said he didn't want to pretend, to him one baby looked like another. He was glad that the birth had gone well, that she was slim and trim again, and that the child of the future pope was a precious pledge. She had beamed at his compliment and nudged him with her elbow. "You think I am a kraken, understandable from your point of view. But I'm just a proud and happy mother now!" He sat back down on the couch and let Lan undress him. She would have to wait some more time to fuck him, but she wanted him now.

Pan handed her the digistick with the photos of Irenea's cunt. "As agreed," he said. They looked at the photos on the big screen and giggled like convent girls. Lan looked at the pictures of the full, old breasts and teats and said that indicated the old woman was a habitual masturbator. He nodded that was true. For a long time she stared at the flaccid clit, which he had photographed from all sides. Then she stared at the stiff, perky outstanding clit he had photographed during Irenea's orgasm. "Oh! She's masturbating right now!" commented Lan in amazement, and he nodded, yes. Lan quizzed him and he described the old lecher's masturbation in minute detail. Lan stowed the digistick in a locked drawer and seduced him.

She fucked better than ever before. The bit of flab that childbirth had left on her body didn't bother him at all. He accepted her invitation to stay until breakfast. No matter how hard she tried to hide her thoughts, he learned a lot from her. She told him openly that she aspired to the post of Minister of Police. It was in accordance with her nature and she did not think much of the dominatrix who was currently in office. He could not help her with that, but he assured her that he supported her intention.

She didn't let him sleep for a minute, she was sexually starved and demanded to be fucked. Pan gave her his all and was exhausted only when the servants brought up the sumptuous breakfast. The servants froze in mid–motion as he squirted into Lan's vagina. They continued as well as he did and they froze again as he started the finale, thrusting and squirting very hard. He didn't care at all that the servants were watching. They stood motionless beside the set table and watched until he started the wild finale with Lan's consent. One of the servants opened her mouth wide with excitement as he cum deep and hard into Lan's vagina.

He had a glider fly him home and took the day off. He slept until noon and had lunch with his daughters. Conara was at the end of her training and wanted to set up a healing practice in the center of town. He said she could set up a nice practice, he had a fortune at his disposal. And, of course, she was allowed to use his name, since the bureaucracy and the clergy were reluctant to allow the Halfs to do these activities. He promised to speak for her to the clergy.

Late in the afternoon he drove to Irenea's house, again bringing steaks and mulberry brandy. At the barbecue, he presented the checks to the two, the astonishment was great. It was much more than Pozzebon earned in a year. Pan waved off, maybe there was no check next time, so take it and buy barrels of mulberry brandy! He had given Pozzebon and Irenea the anonymous photos of the fucking. Pozzebon was shocked at how sophisticated drone technology had become. The cameras were so good that they could photograph documents quite sharply. Pozzebon looked at the hair–sharp pussy and shook his head. He hadn't spotted any of those flying cameras then. However, they had both had a good fill of mulberry brandy and were fucking exuberantly in the grass. He watched them with amusement and left the two horny cunt–peckers after hours.

He flew home, Conara and Binara were waiting for him and he had promised to have dinner with them. The daughters had bought extra fish and seafood and had prepared the feast together. Conara said she was celebrating her breakthrough in her career, the completion of her education, and his promise to help her financially and with the clergy. Binara said she was rejoicing because it was only three months away and he would be deflowering and fucking her. But she had another reason to celebrate. She had spent half a year doing research and wanted to study engineering. She could take the preparatory courses at 13 and study at 14 if he agreed. He was amazed and questioned her thoroughly. Space engineering and weapons research in the military, that was her goal. Okay, he nodded, go for it!

Of course, he would support them in whatever way he could. He told them both how happy they made their father and ruffled the girls' back fur affectionately before sweets, cognac and cigarettes concluded the feast. The girls chattered away happily and he listened to them with great pleasure. The girls drank fiery mulberry brandy and he felt it blaze in their abdomens. They went to bed and he let Conara fuck him until midnight. She had mastered the Half–girl technique perfectly by now, and Binara's masturbation, the pressing of her body against his, her rubbing of her vagina against Conara's knee, and the final fucking with her clit drove Conara's lust up even higher. Binara was seriously preparing to fuck him beautifully and passionately one day, he was already looking forward to that.

For the next few weeks he performed his duties casually, drilling his telepaths in aerial combat and going on patrol with Isegrim. He had submitted the request for Conara to the prefecture and was amazed at how quickly a little monk came forward with his Sanctus! . He put on his best uniform, pinned all the tinsel on his chest and went to the prefecture. He was directed through the crowded waiting room and entered the Sanctissimum.

A large, dark room like a cathedral he knew only from books. Candles and the smell of must and incense. At the far end, a lighted throne on which sat a gaunt man, his face covered by a hood. He loudly shouted his Sanctus! and stepped forward. Laudate dominum! replied the man, beckoning him to come closer. He was right in front of the throne and the hand beckoned he could sit down. He spotted a small wooden chair off to the side, but he was not going to be humbled so easily. He grabbed the chair and placed it right in front of the throne. He took a seat and looked at the figure demanding.

"You have requested a healing practice for your biological daughter, Conara. I was told that she had completed her training with very good results and was recommended by the healers. I am pleased to hear that, but she is not a human daughter, merely a Half." The man was silent. Pan looked sharply under the hood and looked into the man's eyes. "I am not married, and yet I have raised my Half–sons and Half–daughters as if they were my human children. They are all more educated than most human children and deserve a place in our society. I will vouch for Conara's practice with my fortune and ask only for your permission." he concluded. The confidential tone did not seem to bother the man. This one flipped back his hood; he was a shaven–headed man of about 60, Pan estimated.

"I am Prefect and Archbishop Torx," the man said, looking at him sharply. "For Conara d'Aubonville I will have the placet issued today, we can use every good healer in the city, for there are far too many cranks!" Torx was silent, and Pan saw no reason to speak. "I have of course inquired about your sons, they are all very capable employees of their masters and they please their wives every night with their powerful loins. You have indeed trained your sons well and taught them to fuck well, and that honors you, Commander!" Torx leaned forward. "And, how is it with your daughters?" It was clear to Pan that the Bishop was well informed. "Conara's training I supervised myself, as I did with my sons, and trained her thoroughly and without tolerating softness. Training her as a healer was her own wish and I actively supported her in this. Since she was an adult at 12, she has lain with me and has the fiery fucking of the Half–girls." That, he thought, was all the bishop needed to know. Torx had leaned back at his words and smiled, he had expected that answer.

"And what about the younger one?" shot out Torxen's question as soon as he had finished. He sensed that the bishop knew the answer here, too. "She wants to study engineering when she is old enough. She will take the first courses next year." Torx looked at him piercingly, despite his smile. Pan was on guard, and sure enough, Torx attacked. "She lies with you every night!" he thundered, and Pan did not miss the threatening undertone. "Yes, she's been lying with me since she was a child; she never wanted to sleep with the gonnies. But she is still a minor, and it is all right with me if she is not tempted by her playmates, for I do not approve of children's experimenting at all. Others may tolerate it, I don't; I'm all for clear age–appropriate parenting."

The bishop's eyes continued to bore. "So she lies with you, every night. I see her before me, chastely sleeping beside her father. Doesn't that hinder your sex life?" Pan smiled, this test was easier than he feared. "Oh, no, not at all! Of course she watches when I fuck a girl or a gonnie woman, in the process she learns to fuck!" The bishop nodded and smiled. "That's quite right, you take good care of education. Not many do, unfortunately." Torx paused for a moment, then continued to ask, "and, is the fire burning in her ass yet?" Pan wondered where the cleric got this information. "But of course, Archbishop," he began, "she has been masturbating since early childhood, a lot and every night, as befits Half–girls. She's already very good at it and is conscientiously preparing to fuck when she's 12." He suspected that the bishop had the information from the dominatrix Ileana, Lan, but he saw no way of finding out now.

The Bishop delivered the solution to him immediately and free. Pan answered in the affirmative when Torx asked if he knew Domina Ileana. And what a joy it was, Torx said, that she had recently given birth to a son! Pan looked at the bishop neutrally, not letting his interest show. Torx bent over to appear confidential. Ileana always liked to come to discuss questions of sexuality with him, and she was very happy to stay with him overnight. He had been very surprised that Ileana had just chosen his secretary to be the father of her son. The poor boy, said the bishop with a broad grin, he had never seen a woman naked, he had never lain with a girl! Imagine that! And now Ileana, a true artist in fucking! The bishop licked his lips. It was a real pleasure how this goddess of love lured the boy to her camp and taught him how to fuck! Watching her perform this feat and seeing the young monk fill her chalice to the brim with his seed night after night and finally impregnate her would have surely pleased you, Commander! She let go of the monk after four months, when she was pregnant. Torx leaned back again. He didn't let on if the younger man's favoritism bothered him in any way. That he watched the dominatrix and the monk fuck was apparently natural for the bishop.

Pan said that he had already seen the child and congratulated the bishop, that was good for the clergy, wasn't it? Torx nodded. He would not be able to see the child so soon, he said, for Ileana had sent word to him that, on medical advice, she must remain chaste for several months, although she lusted after him very much. Pan nodded in agreement, saying that one had to submit to the doctors.

He would only come to the Domina when she invited him, Pan said, for example to show him the child. She was actually much too old for him, he usually only fucked girls under 20. Archbishop Torx nodded knowingly. He had sent the dominatrix drone footage the other day showing Irenea and Pozzebon fucking, but the dominatrix had ordered him – instead of saying thank you – to stop the surveillance, which he had of course done immediately. Pan kept silent, for he knew the young patrician girl who had sent the photos and served as the bishop's personal palace whore. But Torx still wanted to know everything about Irenea, Pan had been there after all. Pan did him the favor without revealing Irenea. She was basically addicted to alcohol, Pan diagnosed, because she drank several bottles of mulberry brandy a day. This, of course, had led to her having to masturbate day and night like an underage Half–girl. She was the first human woman he had seen masturbate so much. Torx cradled his bald skull, the mulberry brandy was sometimes a curse, though it fueled the old woman's lust quite wonderfully, the bishop said with satisfaction. The clergy had always been the most important producers of mulberry brandy and could thus actively promote the sexual perversion of the people.

Torx abruptly changed the subject. Whether he was an atheist and what exactly he was doing in the military? He was an agnostic, Pan said; atheists would paradoxically affirm a god, after all. He trained telepaths for air combat, he drilled some men. He had to patrol and sometimes keep order with his men, for example, when the fucking at the end of a game of sticks got out of hand. As commander, he was entitled to four days off, which he devoted mostly to raising his daughter and furthering his own education. He thought nothing of whoring around in the brothels like other comrades; there were plenty of women in his house, after all.

The audience came to an end and he stood up, thanked again for Conaras admission and approached the Archbishop to shake his hand. Noli me tangere! exclaimed the bishop, do not touch me! It was unseemly to shake hands with non–clerics, the bishop enlightened him, then nodded in a friendly manner and Pan walked out. He grinned slightly, wondering if he would not let Domina Ileana touch him either? He hurried home to tell Conara the good news. He had already instructed his money house to give Conara credits, as much as she was asking.

He spent a lot of time with the technicians, personally supervising the manufacture of the new device. He had made sure that the device could amplify 8 to 10 telepaths simultaneously. This was a big step forward and he practiced with the telepaths to use the amplifier. He knew about the danger of being caught using the amplifier on the special missions, so he made sure that the range did not reach Halfgard. But the amplifier would only develop its full power in space.

Conara was out day and night setting up her practice, but she still managed to lay with him at least one night a week. She still insisted on lying only with him and rejected all other men. She let her lust flare up only at night and masturbated with all her passion. Binara was fully occupied with the gonnies, preparing the event with Old Dong.