Three isn't always a crowd - Pt2

Posted on 06 Dec 2015 @ 3:33pm by M'Ressa & Queen Regent Lirha Saalm
Edited on on 06 Dec 2015 @ 4:57pm

2,488 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: IKS Saalm - Lirha's Chambers
Timeline: MD 07 - 0500 hrs

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K'Ren accepted Rhenaes hand, hesitantly at first, but letting him guide her to the large bath. Still naked from the night before, K'Ren felt a little self-concious, her lithe fur covered body and the round curve to her front where her cubs lay within exposed to this Terran's gaze. She waited at the tub for Lirha to climb in before she herself joined her mate. The warm water felt weird on her skin but not uncomfortable.

The Orion settled easily into the bath without any hesitation. The water was the perfect temperature and the soap bubbles were full of pleasant fragrance, which was enough to appease her for the moment.

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Carefully, Rheneas unwound Lirha's hair from the intricate braid that kept it from getting tangled at night. His soft hands raked gently through it to let it fall loose across her shoulders. He went about his usual routine of washing, rinsing and doing it up for later grooming. Watching K'Ren, he walked around the tub and held out a small selection of fragrances out to her. "Does my lady have a preferred fragrance?" he asked softly, "I will be careful, but I cannot guarantee there will be no tangles. I have never tended to fur before my lady, but I will be careful. If my lady would indulge and teach me how you tend to it, I would be grateful, and delighted to learn."

"It brushes much like short hair, except for the mane. A flat brush is best, but do not brush too deeply as there is a layer of fine fur, an undercoat that we produce yearly. Mine has yet to shed but it will soon, then I will want a vigorous brushing." K'Ren noted. "As for a fragrance, something light and delicate as my nose is much more sensitive to smells."

"I have natural oils and scented waters," Rheneas answered mildly, "and when you are in need of a brush, if my queen has no requirements of me at that moment, you are welcome to call on me and I shall be delighted to assist you my lady. Due to your condition, is there anything you would rather not have done?"

He dipped his hands in the water and let it run over her fur coat, making sure she was thoroughly wet before applying a gentle soap to it. Before long, she very much looked like a soapy snowman the way she was all lathered up.

"Grooming wise there is little my species doesn't enjoy. I would only ask that you not touch my erogenous zones while grooming unless I specifically ask as they are sensitive to touch, a brush would be most painful."

"I will have to find something to suit your needs my lady," Rheneas murmured as he continued to work up the soap, gentle hands combing and running through her soft fur. "I am trained to comply to orders my lady, and I will not touch where you do not wish to be touched, unless specifically told or asked to."

A gentle purr escaped K'Ren as Rheneas lathered and soaped her body with a gentle touch. The feeling of having someone else wash her was divine and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel. "You may touch my belly and chest while washing my fur if need be." K'Ren remarked, enjoying the sensations too much to care who touched her in that moment.

"As my lady commands," the young servant murmured, while he worked. "I will need to tend to my queen after you are rinsed my lady, I would not wish for my queen to feel neglected."

"Of course." K'Ren remarked. Glancing at Lirha she could see the Orion woman relaxing in her own tub, enjoying the soak. Eventually Rhen handed K'Ren a towel as she stepped out of the tub. "Is there a dryer I may blow myself with while you tend to my mate?" She asked.

"Yes my lady," Rheneas answered submissively, gesturing towards a device lying nearby (but far enough away so not to be a health hazard).

"Thank you." K'Ren went over to the dryer and began to blow out her fur while Rhen tended to Lirha. The warm air blowing on her fur felt weird, almost a little cold but as her fur began to dry out it felt warmer on her body

Rheneas returned to Lirha and finished washing her. "My queen, tending to my lady will take quite some time. Is there anything you need before I tend to her? Because I would not wish for you to feel neglected my queen. Your needs are primary."

"I am fine," answered Saalm without much care. It would give the Orion some time to read through the evening status reports and operational intelligence that had been gathered over the past twelve hours, and so she picked up her nearby data pad and began to browse through its contents.

Now finished with his mistress, Rheneas turned back to K'Ren and could not contain the look of shock on his face as he watched her. Where before she had pretty much looked like drowned cat, now it was more a poofed up cat. "Oh my..." he breathed, not quite sure what to do now.

K'Ren looked at Rhenaes as she turned around. The drowned looking cat of earlier was now replaced an extremely fluffy and poofy cat. ( Example )

"I seem to have fluffed out." K'Ren remarked, "Perhaps a brush and no more water bathes are in order?"

"I will help you brush that out," Rheneas promised, "and I will find a way for you to enjoy baths and not have it end in disaster. Perhaps oils instead of soap? They would make your fur smoother, and maybe softer." He reached for a brush, sprayed something onto her coat, and started to brush it down, starting from behind her ears, all the way down to the base of her tail, in long and sure, but careful strokes. He mumbled apologies as he encountered snags in her fur.

K'Ren sat down on a chair so that Rheneas could work a brush through her fur. A few times the brush snagged and K'Ren made a hurt noise. "Whatever you think best. The water was relaxing even if I looked like I'd been drowned when I stepped out."

"My lady looks gorgeous no matter what," Rheneas praised, "your fur is healthy, though it does need proper tending to. And I promise my lady, it will see proper tending now. Seeing as how you are my Queen's consort." He wondered if that meant he wouldn't be pleasing her after a massage now, even though that mattered little to him. She'd have him, if she wanted him no matter what.

K'Ren could feel her face flush a little even if it could not be seen beneath her fur. "I do not like or trust Terrans Rheneas, but as you serve Mistress Saalm I will accord you the courtesy she does. Perhaps even request some of the services she does in time if you earn my trust."

Pausing his grooming, Rheneas bowed his head briefly in submission. The brush rested against her fur, the hand holding it repositioning itself while the other rested against her fur just above the brush. "You don't need to trust Terrans my lady, I don't either..." In truth, he was terrified of other (free) Terrans, terrified they might come and take him away. He continued his grooming, trying to be more mindful of the tangles, but having no way to predict where they might be.

K'Ren was somewhat taken aback, a Terran who mistrusted Terrans? That thought was interupted by a small yelp as the brush snagged on a bad tangle. "Careful!" K'Ren snapped back at Rheneas.

Going back to her original thought, "You must have been raised by the alliance from birth then, to have such feelings. Most Terran slaves I know mistrust their masters."

"Yes my lady. I assume that I was because I remember no other life than with my queen's household. I was trained to be hers for as long as I can remember. I've never known any other life my lady." He set the one brush aside and selected a more coarse brush, in the hope it would snag less.

"That you have served the Regent since birth would seem to suggest I may trust you, despite my feelings about your race." K'Ren paused, enjoying the brushing she was getting, "You may do the front when you wish, just do not brush any areas where the fur is thin, these are the places I told you of."

"Yes my lady," Rheneas murmured submissively and walked around her to the front, selecting a smaller brush. "I am not familiar with your anatomy my lady, I may require direction," he apologized as he started at her throat and carefully, in short strokes, started to reduce the puffy look into something more presentable.

"I am like any humanoid women except for an extra pair of breasts below the main set." She smiled wickedly at Rheneas, "Perhaps you will come to know that anatomy intimately."

"If my lady desires, and my queen approves,then I will be at your service my lady." Rheneas had the grace to look humbled, if not a little embarrassed.

Lirha hadn't been paying too much mind to the grooming session that was underway next to her. Instead, her attention was focused on the detailed information she was now sifting through on her data device pertaining to the upcoming assault on the Terran Empire.

Briefly, however, she glanced back over towards the two servants when she heard mention of her permission. "Proceed," she dismissively waved with her green hand, not caring too much what one slave did to another as long as they were both alive the next day.

"Perhaps we should make you more presentable," Rheneas mumbled, continuing the process of grooming the feline, "it won't take long."

K'Ren nodded. "I prefer loose garments that do not restrict movement, or cover much. Cloth rubs my fur the wrong way so I usually wear only what I need for modesty, or to entice males."

"I wasn't referring to clothes my lady," Rheneas replied awkwardly, "I was referring to the remainder of your fur. And when I'm done, you won't need anything to cover yourself my lady, everyone will marvel at your fur instead." He obviously took great pride in his cosmetic skills and continued to brush her down with a smaller and softer brush, making her fur shine in the bright artificial light in the bathroom.

"Then you may continue." K'Ren responded, "A full brushing of my coat is welcome."

"It will take a few minutes, but I will have you looking presentable soon," Rheneas promised, though he also kept part of his attention on Lirha, to be available the second she might need him. He continued his brushing strokes during his brief distraction, still feeling Lirha was his primary concern.

K'Ren stood, waiting as Rhenaes continued brushing her fur. She tensed a little as the brush came close to her 'sensitive' regions but she relaxed as Rhen showed no signs of anything aside from brushing her fur.

Feeling her tense, the servant's eyes widened briefly as he tensed too. Then he exhaled and relaxed as she did too. "I'm sorry my lady, I wasn't paying attention," he murmured, though he did seem afraid now. "Do you wish for me to continue?"

"It is okay. You may continue. Just please be careful. Only a male, or female, I wish to mate with may touch me there, any other risks my claws."

His eyes traveled to her paws and he held his breath. "I'd rather not be clawed my lady," he murmured, reaching out to her again. Part of him felt he earned it but another part of him preferred to remain whole and unblemished so he may remain of service to both.

"I would rather not claw you either. Somehow I suspect Mistress Saalm does not appreciate her trusted servant's being damaged, especially one as dedicated as you."

Humbled by her words and, what he perceived as a compliment, Rheneas bowed his head. "I'm but a servant," he mumbled, "I have no value." He shifted slightly, also shifting hands on the brush. The brush angled slightly on it's pass down due to the shift of hands, even before Rheneas realized what he'd done. He pretended nothing had happened, and lifted the tool to continue to smoothen her fur.

K'Ren felt his brush run across a sensitive spot on her chest, even more so because of her bodies adapting to nurse the young cubs when they entered the world. The pain shot through her body and without thinking, she growled, crouching and swiping at Rheneas with her claws extended. Pouncing on him, she pinned his to the ground, her claws digging into his neck. "What did I just say?" she hissed.

Pain lanced out across his chest where her claws had left deep and bloody gashes and he cried out when she pounced him. His eyes wrenched shut as he lay sprawled, the brush having fallen from his fingers. He felt her claws dig into his neck and he held still even though his instincts told him to fight her off. "Please," he begged, "I'm sorry...I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry my lady..Please...."

K'Ren loosened her grip on the Terran's neck. "Just be careful." She growled. "That hurt."

"Silence!" interrupted Lirha who was now annoyed at the commotion which was diverting her attention from her current task. Bickering slaves were annoying, to say the least, and she had no intention of letting it continue any longer. "If you two cannot get along while performing a simple task such as grooming, then I will find...other uses for each of you," she threatened.

Rheneas whimpered fearfully, still feeling the claws against his throat. "It was my fault," he whispered, "I made a mistake. Please...it won't happen again."

Retracting her claws, K'Ren let go of Rheneas and climbed off him. "See that you don't."

The Human slave remained on the floor, unmoving as he was afraid to. He felt something dribble across his chest, the scratches burning. Tears fell from his eyes as he drew in hitched breaths; the Human was terrified.

Seeing that Mistress Lirha was busy with her reports, K'Ren realized that getting medical help for Rheneas' wounds just became her responsibility. "Rhenaes, We need to get you to a healer. The wounds aren't deep but they could get infected or scar if not treated promptly."

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Rheneas
Queen's servant
ISS Galileo
[pnpc Tyrion]

QRGT Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Saalm]

K'Ren
Queen's servant
ISS Galileo
[pnpc Min]

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