"In a day or so. I've been wanting to do some research."
Obi-Wan adjusted his brocaded cowl. Serpentine shapes etched in
gold decorated his ornate robe. Qui-Gon eyed him
appreciatively.
"Your eyes flash so, my son. Methinks Hel will agree with you."
Obi-Wan gave a small smile. "It will be good to see grandmother
again. You know how she fusses when we stay away too long."
Qui-Gon yawned, stretching languidly across the bed. "Aye, well
enough. You'll find her archives most interesting. I myself may
want to catch up on some reading" he abruptly slid off the bed,
sweeping his son up.
"Ssss. Lovely. Now give me a goodbye kiss."
Obi-Wan pushed off a little. "No tricks, father. A kiss from
you often lasts for hours."
Devilsh grin. "Hee. So what's a few kisses here and
there?"
Obi-Wan pecked his lips. "This will do for now. Don't think to
distract me this time!"
Qui-Gon still gripped him. Ice blue eyes glowed. "sss. Oh well.
I guess a sample will have to hold me for now" he pushed his
tongue between silken lips.
"Gllpf" horny snekt.
I will taste every inch.
Obi-Wan pulled lips free with a smack. "Enough already. I'll be
back soon enough."
Qui-Gon cocked an eyebrow. "I'll be waiting."
Obi-Wan smiled broadly this time. "No doubt. You behave while
I'm gone!"
He disappeared in a flash of fire. Qui-Gon laughed.
"I'm a good dragon!"
Obi-Wan flew across the dank skies. He alighted a few hundred
yards from the castle, along craggy walkways etched from stone.
He wasn't alone long. Demons of all descriptions rushed to
greet him.
"Hail thee, Prince!"
"He is returned."
"Oh, the Queen will be pleased."
"Stand aside, dolts! Give your lord passage."
"Who you basing at, Gluk? You ain't got no senority-"
Obi-Wan glided between them all, his head held high. "Be not
concerned with such trifles. I long to see the Queen."
A red demon with a ball nose answered. "She will gladly give
audience, Lord Oban."
A feathered bird thing spoke next. "We will attend you to the
castle, o' Prince."
Obi-Wan glanced at the huge castle looming nearby. "So be it.
Come, all of you."
In silence the demons formed a guard, encircling Obi-Wan as
they moved along the pathways.
"Tis good to see thee again, Oban" a black demon stated.
"I do but visit" Obi-Wan replied serenely as they walked.
A plump devil bounced along. "Froot is right, milord. The Queen
has been somewhat melancholy lately. Your appearance will raise
her spirits."
"Indeed? I find it hard to believe she would have reason for
depression."
"Eternity is long, Lord. Immortals have more than enough time
for moods."
Obi-Wan gestured at the gates. Centaurs stood aside and bowed.
"True, Gluk. But I mean to improve her mood."
Llane had spent the better part of the day attempting to get
out of bed. Contrary to popular belief, she was not
depressed.
"Ssss. By the ten circles, let me go!"
Deep voice. "ssss. Nay. Back in this bed, witch."
The hel goddess pushed off. "Force. Do you think of nothing
else! I have duties to attend, and must not-"
A powerful arm grabbed her from behind. "Speak of other things,
duty can wait. Thy rule is secure."
"Your appetite would kill five boorq bulls!"
"SSSSS. Wench. You're a fine one to talk about hunger. This
from the harlot who slept with a dozen courtiers in one night!"
Scum! a slap.
Obi-Wan meandered through the great hallways of the castle.
Courtiers interrupted his progress constantly, making small
talk and plaguing him with questions of the mortal world.
A goat demon he recognized approached first. The devil thing
wore multilayered robes and a silver crown that complemented
his horns. Short, pale lavender fur covered the long face.
Grin exposing huge teeth. Onengoo greets thee, Prince. How
do you fare?
Obi-Wan no longer reacted to appearance. With his increased
awareness of his true nature, such things mattered little.
"Hail, Onengoo. I have come on a visit, and to do
research. Where is the Queen?"
Onengoo bayed. Ah, she entertains in her private chambers.
Methinks we'll not see her until the next major council
session.
"What is she about?"
A snuff in amusement. Raunch, as usual. Wikik and his band
hope to gain her favor this night!
Obi-Wan made a face at the improbable scenario. "I see. Perhaps
I'll break up her fun for a bit."
Onengoo walked at his side. A challenging proposition,
Prince. In all probability she would send them away at your
appearance.
Obi-Wan laughed. "That isn't the purpose of my visit."
The demon thing snorted. "Still, why not enjoy yourself while
you're here? The Queen loves company."
"Now that I do know."
A certain hel queen found even her voracious appetites tested.
She was bounced and ravaged unmercifully. Animalistic shrieks
and roars echoed throughout the upper levels.
Courtiers sat about in alcoves and various stairways, drinking
and playing parlor games. Centaurs told vile jokes. Bad music
blared and echoed. Obi-Wan glided through, smiling to himself.
The joint is jumping.
Oh, hail, Prince! a lizardlike demon came up, wearing
white silk.
Obi-Wan turned. "Greetings, Courl. I see everyone is well
entertained."
Many others turned in greeting.
Lord Oban, join us!
Obi-Wan walked over to them. Various dark courtiers in their
finery grinned with inhuman faces.
A purple, bear faced one spoke first. Obi-Wan was reminded of
the Wuerlin in Limbo, Boo'Boo.
"Have a drink. We have the best blackbay wine in the district
here!!"
A birdlike thing laughed. "Ha! Our lord doesn't want your cat
piss, Flemm! Now for some really good wine..."
Obi-Wan laughed, fangs sparkling. Enough, all of you.
Perhaps later. I would see the Queen.
Ribald laughter from the group. A fat stone demon sat on the
floor, dealing a deck of cards.
Not to worry, Prince he bellowed. Do but listen.
Follow the noise to her chambers upstairs!
"Shaddup, Bufo" a horseface pointed. "The Queen
wouldn't lay withyourbloated ass, so now
you're jealous."
We'll see, Zatu. At least the Queen can look at me and not
throw up.
Obi-Wan glanced up a winding stair. The sounds were
unmistakeable.
"How long has that been going on?" he was amused.
The bird devil clucked. Tufted red feathers vibrated on his
head. A day or two! Methinks the Queen will spend quite some
time in the well of recovery!
More raunchy laughter. Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow, jade eyes
flashing.
Speak softly of your Queen, lords. She might hear and turn
you into toads.
Uneasy quiet. Obi-Wan burst into laughter.
"Can't you take a joke?"
Not being in any particular hurry, Obi-Wan entertained himself
with the group a few hours. They played cards, drank, and
cursed.
"Show that hand, Groog."
"Huh. Damn, I got five aces again."
Bufo slammed his massive fist on the floor. Cretin.
I'm the only one allowed to have more than four
aces!
Groog chittered, his crest standing stiffly. There's no need
to push anyone around!
Courl snapped his scaly jaws. Go cook in a pot, you
feathered faggot!!
Obi-Wan swigged some wine. Quiet! I've got a good hand!
Flemm leaned against him, whuffed. Oh? Can it beat three
kings, one jack, and a bent ace?
Obi-Wan giggled at the reference. The designs on the cards were
all nude figures having sex in every imaginable position.
He held a card high, squinting. I'd say this ace is bent,
alright.
Flemm snuffed once more. Aye. And who bends what
upstairs?
Obi-Wan glanced upstairs again. That's it. I'm breaking that
up.
A female demon paced towards the group. She was attractive.
Pale blue in color, with white hair cut severely short.
Athletic in build, with pointed ears curving gracefully against
a round face. Gold bangles clinked around her wrists and ankles
over a red satin pantsuit.
Obi-Wan enjoyed looking. Courl grinned, nudging the others.
Methinks Lord Oban sees Reekio with favor, eh?
Hopefully that is true Reeiko settled gracefully
alongside. She stroked the spiky hair.
The Queen and her lover have been abed these last two days.
Perhaps we can join the party, Prince.
Obi-Wan considered her words. "You are private attendant to the
Queen?"
The she devil winked. "I am one of her best servants, milord.
Mayhap I can entertain thee as well!"
He thumbed her lips. "Aye, maybe. But for now other matters
press. I've delayed too long as it is."
Courl nudged him in the ribs. The lizard features bent in a
twisted smile.
Go to, Prince. Party with the slut. Besides, the Queen is
still occupied!
Reeiko snapped her fangs in a growl. "I had your kid for lunch
last week. Fried lizard is good on a hot hel morning!"
Courl stood, whipping his tail in agitation. You'll pay for
stealing an egg from my lair, witch. I'll rip that pretty
face!
Flemm stood to his full height as well, bearlike features in a
snarl. Shut the fug up, lizard. Touch her and I'll tear you
a new a-hole!!
Reeiko bent over, making a vile gesture in emphasis.
"Dopey ass bird!!" Bufo punched him full in the face.
Flemm dived onto the massive stone demon, but couldn't topple
him.
Obi-Wan ducked as the bird thing sailed over his head,
careening into a wall. Reeiko leaped into the fray next,
grabbing a scaly tail.
Bye bye, muthafukka!! she spun Courl into a stone statue
that promptly crashed to the floor. Chunks of marble went
flying, striking nearby sentries. They charged, eager for
battle.
Obi-Wan stood off near another corridor, watching the
spectacle. It was a full blown riot. Demons of all shapes and
descriptions had joined the fight. A skeletal warrior hit a
gargoyle over the head with a table. Centaurs thundered down
the hallways, tearing up carpet and knocking over furniture as
they stampeded. Wretched jazz music blared at an earsplitting
pitch.
And above the riot, screams of lovemaking continued. Obi-Wan
frowned.
Guess this means the poker game is over.
Covering his ears he glided away from the calamity. Silent feet
climbed the winding stairs.
Crashes and screeching noise continued to drown out everything.
The castle rocked and vibrated from collisions. On top of it
all, the screaming grew louder.
Obi-Wan curled his lip. Force, what idiocy. I can barely
hear myself think.
Standing in the hallway, he roared. Long and loud.
The screaming ceased. Obi-Wan stared down the relatively quiet
corridor, noticing the paintings depicted demons holding their
ears.
"Keep your opinions to yourselves" he snapped at the portraits.
Seconds later the pictures changed again, showing nothing but
background scenes.
He sensed someone. Turning, he saw the Queen standing at the
entranceway to her private chambers. Obi-Wan approached her.
She was totally bedraggled. Midnight tresses were everywhere in
a tangled mess. A black velvet robe hung loosely from her
shoulders, in stark contrast to the milky skin.
But she was still beautiful.
Obi-Wan approached her. "Hail, grandmother. I understand you're
having a party."
Llane gave a wan smile. "Are you here to stay?"
Obi-Wan caught her scent, finding it enticing. She was ripe
with sex.
"Sssss. I have missed thee" he grabbed her,
nipping the creamy throat.
Llane purred, her eyes closing. "Force, another one. Is
everyone gone mad?!"
"A sweet madness, Lupin. But I came to visit. And to do
research."
She pulled off. "sss. What are you researching?"
Obi-Wan ran his nose against her skin. She was making him hard.
The history of Hel. But perhaps I can delay it a bit, for
other things are on my mind now.
Llane panted. Her skin was hot from activity. Mad fool! I
can barely stand, and you are too much like him. I cannot
endure it, at least not this night!
Obi-Wan gave a fanged grin. Oh? Who are you hiding away?
Send him off!
Ssss. Who says that I-
KRAKTHOOOOM!!!!
Obi-Wan stared into space. "At this rate you won't have a
castle long."
Llane eased out of his embrace. She settled into a nearby
chair.
"A typical Saturday night. Why don't you check out the horror
movies in the antechambers?"
Obi-Wan stared in disbelief. "What constitutes as a horror
movie here?"
Slender fingers attempted to smooth her frazzled mane.
"Insurance agents in love. Some of the plot lines are absurd,
even by mortal standards."
"That's crazy."
Llane yawned, perfect points gleaming. Electric blue eyes
flecked with red now.
I am weary, Prince. You are welcome to all aspects of the
castle, but my chambers are off limits this night.
Soft snarl. Obi-Wan gripped her again, his body tightening up.
I disagree, for I would taste your flower, sample your
honey. Come. Send that buffoon into the shadows, so that we
may-
Am I a buffoon? a booming voice asked from within.
"What?!?" Obi-Wan bolted at the voice. He strode past
Llane between plush velvet curtains.
Sprawled out on a massive bed lay Qui-Gon. The impossible mane
fanned across animal skins. Curving muscles shone with
exertion.
Obi-Wan krinkled his nose. The room was potent with sex.
"What are you doing here!"
Small smile. "That seems obvious, no? Mother invited me to a
party."
Jade eyes flashed in anger. He spun on the Queen. "And I wasn't
told?!"
Llane pouted. "Why would you be? I have no stomach for debate."
Qui-Gon sucked a finger slowly. "It was a private invitation,
Oban. But now that you're here...why not join us?"
Obi-Wan glanced at the Queen again. He wanted to throw her on
the floor.
Never mind, father. Enjoy yourselves, both of you. I'm going
to do some reading.
Llane glided towards him. Do but remember my fine one, that
timing is everything. her eyes held heat and promise.
He spun, giving her a sweltering kiss. She clutched him,
nipples straining through fabric against his chest.
Her tongue hung out. Aye, go now. Before we both
explode.
Obi-Wan walked for over an hour while his body calmed. The
scenes throughout the castle were the same. Fights and
demolished furnishings. Demons laying about, too exhausted to
continue. Some were passed out drunk. A helcat skulked
miserably in a corner, his tail cut off. A bone warrior sat on
the floor, the skull head missing. Durge music in funeral
undertones blasted in every other corner.
He shook his head. Frat night in Hel.
"SSSSSSSS."
What?
"Milord, what do you ssssseek?" a sibilant voice hissed.
Obi-Wan peered into a dark corner. A S'dera sat next to a huge
vase, her tail end coiled around it. She held a huge goblet of
brandy.
He stood over her. "And you are?"
The snake woman cackled, her hair sparking with flame. "Burda,
o Prince. You sssseem preoccupied."
Obi-Wan nodded. I go to the reading room.
"sssssss. It issssn't far. Shall I inform Iknik to leave thee
nourissshment?"
"In a moment. What do you here in the Queen's castle?"
"I wassss invited to Freak night. All that can fit
within the cassstle come. But the invitationsss rotate. The
ssssame crowd is rarely here twice."
"I see. Your first time in the Queens' castle?"
Burda waved her hands about. "No, but it'sss been about five
centuriesss. Mossstly I party in the Courtier districtsss. Not
as plussh, but raunchy all the sssame. I love it!"
Obi-Wan felt a pang of hunger. "Go to, Burda. Tell Iknik to
leave me tasty treats and blood. I'm a bit famished."
"I go!!" she slithered into the shadows and was gone.
Obi-Wan followed at his leisure.
"That was a dirty trick."
"There is time for more. On thy belly, witch. I want it
the other way now."
"Trifling freak!!"
"Why not? 'Tis Freak night..."
"Force. That feels good. Thou art hung as ever!"
"I'll give thee cream to go with that cake..."
Obi-Wan relaxed in the reading room for several hours. Bowls of
sweetmeats and blood awaited his arrival. He savored various
wines and brandy from a golden decanter set encrusted with
jewels.
Stacks of books were at his side on the plush sofa. He read of
the mystical properties of hel and composition of each circle.
There were yearly statistics of souls by category of sin.
Certificates of every new demon born. Listings of deceased
souls. Detailed maps showing land geography and water masses.
River depths and names. Temperature of lava pits. Canyon and
mountain heights.
All this and more Obi-Wan absorbed, feeling his mind swell with
knowledge.
He read of the original universal gateways, how and why they
were created. Why the Fates sealed the dimensional barriers
between heaven and hel. Where the first souls came from was
also revealed.
Obi-Wan yawned, his eyelids heavy at last. He stretched out,
creating a spell of silence about the area. Soon he was asleep.
Qui-Gon waited impatiently for his love to return. Obi-Wan had
been gone for over a day. In distraction he watched a movie.
My Oban has a thirst for knowledge second to none.
Excellent. Should the opportunity present itself, I will show
him more.
He tucked long legs up, wrapping his arms around. A purple robe
of thick velvet felt cozy against his skin. He purred, sipping
wine laced with blood.
Silly mortal programs. At least I can get any transverse
frequency I desire. There's plenty of time to scan three
million universal channels.
He clicked the remote, switching to a cartoon station. Small
smile.
Ah, this is more to my liking...
Obi-Wan stretched, well rested. It had been an eventful
'evening.' He returned the books to their proper shelves before
leaving the reading room.
It's mighty quiet. He peeped into the hallway, noting
the silence. There was no activity he could detect.
"What in frack?"
Adjusting his brocaded cloak and cowl, Obi-Wan slipped down the
great hallways. Demons lay everywhere, nearly all of them with
injuries. Many had passed out drunk, spilled liquor leaking
onto carpets and marbled floors. Shredded drapes and tapestries
were everywhere. Walls were stained and ruined. Broken statues
and shattered glass littered the alcoves.
Obi-Wan nearly laughed out loud as he walked. Looks like the
Clone Wars all over again.
Quiet feet came up behind him. Llane. She appeared rested, clad
in a rainbow sheer gown. Her feet were bare. The midnight
tresses were neat once more, trailing her back in a sleek
waterfall.
He turned slowly, taking in her features. She continued to
stare into his eyes.
So, Prince. I trust your research was fruitful?
He smiled at her. In more ways than one, grandmother. You
appear to be...refreshed.
She thumbed the cleft in his chin. Saucy brat. Well do I
love thee. You must return soon!
Obi-Wan took her hand, leading her through the now silent
hallways.
This was some party. Now who's going to clean up this
mess?
She hooked her arm around his, laughing. Those that made it.
They have two days to get my castle back in it's original
condition, or...
Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow. Or what?
I'll have them flayed skinless.
He looked about. It will take them at least a day just to
sober up.
She leaned into him. Probably.
Silence for a bit. Obi-Wan felt a stab of heat return to his
loins, a reminder of the night before. He gripped Llane.
Father is sent away, I presume?
She gave a devilish grin. Well, he isn't here.
Obi-Wan held her tightly, his hands roaming low. He squeezed
the lush cheeks, feeling their heat beneath sheer fabric.
I would drag thee down here, Queen he said roughly.
Black eyelashes fluttered above pouty lips. You...are still
mad with fever. I must go to the well of recovery, Prince.
He suckled her throat insistently. Liar. A promise was
made.
Her body moistened and strained. Fires of Frith!! she
swore, gasping. Slender fingers clawed the muscled back.
Obi-Wan kissed her hard, now. /I will feed on this ripeness./
Llane shivered with heat, her weary body responding despite her
will. She pushed off.
Oban, we will...even I have limits.
He tongued her ear. Oh? Father wear thee out? I would think
it an impossible task!
She smiled tiredly. All things are possible. In any case, I
would be a poor lover right now. Only a spell keeps me on my
feet as it is.
Obi-Wan sensed her strength was depleted. With a soft snarl he
reluctantly pulled back.
Then recover, and do it well. For I mean to come back and
feast on that fruit. Nothing less will do.
She looked through him again, sighing. So reminiscent of
another. Each soul is unique, and yet like one in the same.
He blinked. "Grandmother? What say you?"
Llane stroked his cheek. "Nothing, my fine one. And I consider
myself warned."
Jade eyes flashed. "You speak in riddles."
"Do I? In any case thy lover awaits thee."
Obi-Wan kissed her softly this time. "Trying to get rid of me?
I thought you needed to recover."
She laughed at the inference. "Ha. 'Tis not what you think.
Believe me when I say my chamber is empty now. But yours isn't,
eh?"
Obi-Wan grinned. "It better not be. It's my turn to do a little
wearing out."
She turned slowly, a vision of curves beneath transparent
color. You do it well.
Obi-Wan walked through colored mists across the helbridge. He
was swollen with need, walking with care.
Sith. Talk about bad timing. But when I get home...
A few stray souls tried in vain to avoid their fate. They ran
about in terror, seeking useless escape.
Obi-Wan smiled as the damned fled at his approach. They bolted
east, up towards Limbo.
Idiots. Grandfather will greet them well.
Taking a shortcut he went through the cave of Infinity,
bypassing the gateway. He was in no mood to wade through evil
souls.
Unlike the gateway, the cave was perfectly smooth, having no
natural features. There was only a walk of blue marble. Beyond
was the universe.
Obi-Wan flew home, his mind in the gutter.
He reappeared in the living room a short while later.
Hmm. Father must be upstairs. I hear the auto channel
network.
Quiet feet glided upstairs quickly. He had no desire for
conversation.
Well, what have we here? All ready for me?
Qui-Gon lay asleep on his stomach, the remote still clutched in
his hand. Cartoons blared across the huge viewscreen, casting
the bedroom in weird light. Purple velvet had slipped up over
heavy thighs, exposing them. Fat balls peeked out inbetween.
Obi-Wan gave a sloopy grin. He quickly stripped, the sight
driving him wild.
You've been busy, father. Now it's my turn!
Kneeling at the base of the bed, he lapped both feet. Slowly.
Tongue teasing and coiling between toes, tickling under each
arch. Fangs gently nipped the ankles.
Qui-Gon twitched.
Obi-Wan suckled the full calves, tongueing the bend at the
knees. He lapped upward, leaving a wet trail over the thick
legs.
Mmm. Tasty. I'm not done yet.
The hot mouth continued to lick upward, suck pulling the musky
thighs. A pointed tongue snaked over soft sacs, coiling and
looping.
Qui-Gon squirmed, hips grinding into the mattress. Obi-Wan
parted the cheeks. He poked a clawed nail inside, tickling.
Strong hips flew off the bed. "SSSSS!!!"
"ssss. Like that, do you?"
Qui-Gon attempted to flip over. "Obi! You're
back..."
Obi-Wan pushed another finger in. "Yessss. And all over
yours in a minute!"
The big body strained against mounting pleasure. "You
sneaky snekt-" Qui-Gon tried to turn his head.
Obi-Wan stuffed his hand into the tight heat, twisting.
"RARRGHH!!" Qui-Gon bounced, clawing the bed. A thick erection
bobbed under his belly.
Wicked grin. Obi-Wan curled his tongue in satisfaction.
"So tight. I will loosen thee a bit" he pumped
fiercely, stretching the hot hole.
Aaaahh...ghods! Qui-Gon bucked over his hand, humping
it. Obi-Wan stroked deep into the opening, feeling it vibrate
and tighten over his hand.
"Now...I want it now!!" Qui-Gon snarled,
spreading himself wide.
Obi-Wan pumped himself. Jade eyes were wild as he yanked his
other hand free, nearly making Qui-Gon come. The wet hole
quivered and twitched in anticipation.
After two days of frustration, Obi-Wan had no time to waste.
Climbing up on the bed he plowed inside, thrusting hard and
banging the bed.
Not that his lover cared. Throwing his head back Qui-Gon howled
and shook, the wild mane tossed over his shoulder. Clawed nails
dug into the powerful shoulders as Obi-Wan drove deeply into
tight heat. Wet flesh slapped with force as they rocked.
Leaning forward, Obi-Wan pulled the soft nipples underneath.
Hips jerked crazily as they spasmed and exploded, minds twining
in fire and shadow.
What? Obi-Wan thought foggily as his body heaved and
collapsed over the broad back.
The sweaty pair lay limp. Qui-Gon gasped in drowsy pleasure,
the long mane plastered between them. Obi-Wan breathed softly
against the musky skin.
"sss" he attempted to blink dotted lights away.
Qui-Gon wiggled a little. Thick wetness clung between their
legs.
"So, my Obi. I trust you are satisfied now?"
Obi-Wan pulled the tail of hair aside, kissing the damp neck.
"Yessss. As are you. I understand you've been getting
quite a lot lately?"
Qui-Gon rolled over slowly, a lazy grin sliding across his
face. "Don't I always?"
Obi-Wan stared at him.
Qui-Gon sat up carefully, propping himself against a pillow.
"Now what?"
Obi-Wan continued to stare. He edged closer, looking keenly in
the dimmed light. "Hold on a minute" climbing across the bed,
he turned on a lamp. His eyes went wide.
"You!!"
Qui-Gon frowned, reaching for him. "Are you going to tell me
what this is about, or-"
Obi-Wan sat up abruptly. "Treachery. I thought something
felt different, when our minds touched-"
Qui-Gon sidled alongside. "More babble. What's your problem?!"
"A small one" Obi-Wan grabbed a hand mirror on the nightstand.
He held it up.
"Since when do you have green eyes?!!"
'Qui-Gon' touched his face. "Oops."
"Oops my ass. Can I ever trust you, grandfather?!"
A tongue snaked sideways. "Of course, love. Give me a kiss"
muscled arms reached out.
Obi-Wan pushed back. "Go to Hel! And where's father?!"
Litthsyss shrugged. "He went to Hel. Literally!!" he
laughed at his own joke.
"And drop that disguise!"
"As you wish" Litthsyss regained his true appearance.
Obi-Wan moved to go. Litthsyss grabbed him.
"Stay. There is more to be done this night."
Emerald eyes flashed in anger. "I don't think so. Go play in
Limbo. I'm returning to Hel, and..."
Litthsyss smiled with perfect fangs. "Don't think to bother the
Queen. Besides, you just got back."
Obi-Wan wrapped a sheet around his shoulders. Despite his
anger, he felt the familiar pulling attraction.
Litthsyss sensed it, black lashes fanning low. Oban. Slide
into my arms and burn sweetly with fire.
The snake god's eyes were soft. Full lips curved in a smile.
The young are so stiffnecked. I enjoyed your attack, you
know. Did I shout my name then?
Obi-Wan looked at him in disbelief. No. And why has father
gone to Hel, anyway? I told him I wouldn't be too long.
A laugh. "Telling a dragon to be patient is hopeless. Maybe he
wanted to do some nosing around."
Obi-Wan snorted "I know what in. It amazes me that you spend so
much time away from Limbo."
Litthsyss dropped his eyes on Obi-Wan seductively. "Not so much
as it appears, my firebrand. Limbo is well cared for, and there
is a chain of command. I need not be there every
moment."
"I thought you said there were no Limbo Lords."
Litthsyss stretched out on his back languidly. Obi-Wan watched
the perfect body ripple as he shifted.
"Perhaps I should clarify, since Limbo is not structured like
Hel. There are Lords beneath me, but they do not rule each
circle. Rather, they form a dark conclave."
Obi-Wans' anger gave way to curiosity. "But they aren't the
Inner Circle?"
"No, those are Hel's sub-rulers and Counsellors. My
subordinates form the Ring of Twilight."
"And all this time, I thought-"
"-there is much you still haven't been exposed to. In any case
I don't doubt your natural curiosity will cure that."
Obi-Wan sat back, stunned. Litthsyss stroked his cheek.
"There is time, kry'ka. I know that look. You cannot know
everything at once."
Obi-Wan was subdued. "I guess not. In any case, I still think
it ridiculous father would return to Hel again. How greedy can
you get!"
"What are you talking about?"
"When I was there he was in grandmothers' private chambers. I
don't need to paint you a picture."
Litthsyss chuckled. "Hardly" those eyes were on him again. "You
are beautiful."
Obi-Wan felt prickly heat dance across his shoulder blades.
Soft lips planted on his chest.
"Stop it....."
He was ignored. Dazedly he stared down at red blonde waves,
nearly seeing himself in reflection. Hands gripped the bright
head as a tongue taunted his collarbone.
"I should...send you away."
Litthsyss continued to kiss his nipples, plumping them. I
will please thee. We shall sing our love and burn in fire.
"Madness" Obi-Wan closed his eyes as Litthsyss pulled
him down.
A fine madness it was. They lay entwined and exhausted an hour
later. Obi-Wan shivered a little, overcome from lovemaking. The
spiky head was matted with moisture.
"sss."
Litthsyss purred softly against his throat. "Aye, a night well
spent all around. Thy sire will no doubt arrive in good time."
Obi-Wan cuddled. "True, although he's having his own
party. I've never been one to sit on the sidelines."
Litthsyss yawned. "Nor should you be. Besides, on Freak
Night anything can and does happen."
Emerald eyes went wide. "Oh, you knew of that?"
Grin. "Of course. Limbo has the same celebration."
"Curious that you aren't there then."
Another yawn. "I am where I wish to be."
Obi-Wan stroked the fabulous body. "Would you like some wine?"
They laughed, talked and made love over the next few hours.
"Mortal programming is fascinating."
"I prefer bad westerns."
Litthsyss shifted under red satin. "Cartoons are my
favorite, though."
Obi-Wan kissed his throat. "I noticed."
Another kiss. "However, I do need to return to Limbo."
"So soon? Why not stay a bit longer."
Litthsyss sat up, the powerful chest flexing. "Unlike you I
have a realm to rule, Ssarparti."
Obi-Wan felt a stab of resentment. "I see. And your point?"
Litthsyss barely held his own annoyance now. "You have yet to
officially rule. Truth be told, you are but a figurehead in
immortal circles."
"Where do you get off, Litthsyss?!"
The snake god clicked his fangs. "Hear the truth, for you are
no child. While you and your sire play at mortality, your
heritage suffers."
Obi-Wan abruptly sat up. "What the fug is wrong with you?"
Soft snarl. "An abomination. Llane and I both have kept our
peace on this matter, but it rankles nonetheless."
Obi-Wan was sullen. "Thanks for ruining a perfect mood. You
consistently careen between stability and disorder."
"I am Chaos."
"You're a damn yo-yo, grandfather. Up and down, side to side.
It's a miracle you don't confuse yourself!"
The two gods glared at each other.
"It was not my intent to mention it, Oban" Litthsyss finally
said. Stone green eyes glowered under heavy brows. "Perhaps I
responded impulsively."
Obi-Wan sighed. "You're concerned?"
"Yes. For several reasons, none of which is important right
now."
"What do you want from me?!"
Litthsyss paced. His cock banged off his thighs as he moved.
The Universe. Totality, Oban. Experiences such as only
immortals are capeable of.
Emerald eyes flashed. "There's time. I prefer to experience the
entire range, from the mundane to the mystic. It makes one more
interesting and well rounded."
The snake god folded his arms. A mortal concept. Once
outside the lines, one does not bound back in.
"I'll straddle the fence, then. In any case, it's my
life. Do I tell you how to live yours?"
"Ssss. There may yet be a hard lesson for thee, baby worm!
"Fat serpents aren't above learning a trick or two, either.
You're almost as willfull as father."
Litthsyss laughed now. I am worse, as you will find. There
are fools who have underestimated me. But make no mistake,
Oban. I have few true enemies, and my reputation precedes
me.
Obi-Wan couldn't help but admire the sight that fed his eyes.
It was like staring at a bronzed statue complete with lush
features.
Slight smile on the full lips. This arguement loses
interest, no?
A return smile. It's getting a little silly. Especially when
you consider we were making love about an hour ago.
Litthsyss reached for his robe and cowl on the ottoman. "And I
would love to do it for hours more. But, as I said..."
Obi-Wan drew his knees up, sighing. "You have a realm to rule."
Litthsyss slipped on his attire, glimmering like green scales.
He pulled his cowl up. Obi-Wan continued to stare in
appreciation.
"The color suits your eyes, grandfather."
"My thanks, Oban. But I meant what I said earlier. Someday you
will rule."
Obi-Wan stood, wrapping satin sheets about himself. "Maybe. I
don't pretend to know how I'll feel about it in the future. And
I must admit, the idea has fascinated me for some time."
"It will be more than an idea, I say. Your nature will demand
more of you."
Obi-Wan moved in front of him. "I don't understand. You speak
as if I have no will of my own."
Litthsyss smiled, thumbing the cleft chin. "This, you have from
me" he said with pride.
Obi-Wan felt warm. "I disagree with your notion of my nature."
"You are entitled. But remember, only mortals ascribe to free
will."
"Grandmother said as much to me, once. I still disagree. Do you
consider yourself mindless darkness?"
Litthsyss roared with mirth. "I am proud of thee! Think of it
this way. Mortals grow up with aspirations, goals. What does an
immortal want to be?"
Stunned, Obi-Wan had no answer. "It...isn't comparable. Being
eternal precludes such. There is so much more an immortal can
obtain."
"Well said. Obtain, not become."
Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the bed. "How high is up? I see your
point, grandfather."
The snake god sat at his side. "Aye, born complete. All that
remains is competition and conquest."
Obi-Wan smiled softly as fingers ruffled his hair.
"You are a fine god, Oban. On the day of your rule will you be
complete."
Small smile. "And what of father?"
Timeless eyes darkened. My children are my pride and
crowning achievement. Quogan is born and bred to rule. He but
resists the tide of time, a battle he cannot win.
"You seem certain."
"I know him, better even than thee."
Obi-Wan saw his reflection cast in those eyes. "You are very
wise."
Litthsyss pulled him to his feet. The two embraced tightly.
Stone green eyes sparkled at emerald ones.
"I have a vision of the future. Would you care to see it?"
Enraptured, Obi-Wan nodded. Litthsyss gestured at the center of
the room. A wall of flame burst from nothing.
The sight within captured Obi-Wans' imagination.
It was him. And not. He sat upon a throne of rich granite,
bedecked in full regalia as lord of hel. An elaborate headpiece
of winding serpents spiralled away from his head, forming a
crown. Red and gold armor formed an intricate geometrical
pattern, winding about his upper and lower body while leaving
his torso bare. It essentially was a variation of his current
darklord garb, but more imposing still. He held a scepter in
one hand.
He touched the flame in disbelief. "I...barely recognize
myself."
Litthsyss smiled. "We rarely perceive ourselves accurately. You
will be magnificent, rest assured."
The flame dissolved. Obi-Wan was a bit subdued.
"Is that a real vision? Or just a wish?"
"The future will tell you. Wait and see, Ssarparti. Come to me
then and ask once more."
I will, great Chaos.
Another kiss. "Enough. I've been saying goodbye for an hour."
"Then stay. Perhaps when father gets back we can relax once
more."
Secretive grin. "I think he'll be a bit tired."
"Damn. Why'd you have to remind me of that-"
"He can root up under the Queen all he wishes. It's a waste of
time unless she desires it."
Obi-Wan tied the satin sheet he wore around his waist. "Why
wouldn't she? Her hormones go into hyperdrive every time she's
near him."
Another mysterious smile. "Yea, but not just him. And
whatever his purpose, she most likely will turn him aside this
once. Freak night is delightful but exhausting."
Obi-Wan eyed him suspiciously. "Is that your emergency for
returning to Limbo? Please!!"
A peck on his nose. "Silly wa'bee. Come visit me soon. And give
your father greetings when he gets back. I go."
"Hail, grandfather. Behave yourself!"
"I promise I won't!!" the snake god laughed, disappearing in a
flash of fire.
Obi-Wan grinned. What in force is he up to?
Hours later Obi-Wan curled under snug fur blankets. The brandy
he sipped warmed him to his bones.
An excellent vintage. I'll have to go shopping on Abgeri
again soon.
His favorite movie was on, I MARRIED A TRANSVESTITE
ALIEN. Obi-Wan never tired of the insane plot.
A flash of fire illuminated the bedroom. A cloaked and imposing
figure stood at the bed, clad in deep purple robes. Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan lifted his glass. "Out partying without me, father?"
Saucy boy. I was with the Queen. She told me of your
visit.
"Not as interesting as yours."
Qui-Gon sat on the bed, sweeping his love up. Obi-Wan scented
the musky skin, sweet with perfumed oil.
What's this now? Still greedy after all that bouncing?
Qui-Gon suckled his throat. "What bouncing? I couldn't even get
near the Queen."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes in bliss. "Right. As if I don't know."
Qui-Gon leaned back, puzzled. "Know what? Besides, I went
looking for you."
"Don't you think that's somewhat silly? I already saw you."
"Saw me where?"
"In the Queen's chambers. Stop being coy! It's ridiculous."
"Did you hit your head on the floor?"
"No. Did you? Perhaps the Queen finally chased you out."
Qui-Gon held out a hand. "You're giving me a headache" he
slipped his robe off.
Obi-Wan helped, pulling him into bed. "Father. I don't know
what's going on with you, but-"
Qui-Gon snuggled, running his nose along the smooth skin. "You
smell wonderful."
"sss. Better than the Queen?"
"Crazy fool. Different. She is female. Now enough of
this bizarre conversation-"
"Not enough, I think. You spent all this time in her bed, then
come here all hot. Perhaps I should tie your cock in a knot."
"Are you demented? I wasn't in mothers' bed. What makes you say
that!"
Obi-Wan tapped his fingers impatiently. "What's the point of
this? I saw you there."
"Then you saw illusions. I tell you again-"
"I interrupted the two of you by accident on my way to do
research. The castle was a mess from the celebration. Later
grandmother told me she all but chased you out of her
chambers."
Blue eyes were electric. "Has Freak Night made everyone
mad?!"
"So you admit to being there!!"
"Yes! No! I mean..." Qui-Gon shook his head, sitting up. "Will
you stop this? My brain spins."
"I suppose grandmother saw illusions as well!"
Qui-Gon made a face. "What drink, what drug can I take to make
sense of this? And while we're on the subject...just what were
you doing while I was away?"
Emerald eyes flashed. "You know good and well I went to do
research!"
"Fine. But when I arrived back you seemed quite cozy. And I
know someone else has been here."
"Keep your nose out of this."
"My nose is what tells me, along with my other senses. Just who
were you with?!"
"I wasn't with the Queen, you can bet on that!"
Qui-Gon spluttered. "Fool. Do you suppose I would be in two
places at once?!"
Sandy brows raised. "It would be a fairly simple spell."
Qui-Gon slapped a hand on his forehead. Enough of this
nonsense. Perhaps we should sleep separately this night.
Obi-Wan was smug. "I certainly don't sit on my hands in wasted
hope. Tell me, father. Was it pop and go for you? I find it
hard to believe you would be so eager to leave the Queens'
bed."
Qui-Gon clicked his fangs. "Your dementia is hard to believe.
Besides, the Queen was weary and required my assistance."
That sparked Obi-Wans' curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"Do I need to spell by letter? Mother was exhausted. When I
arrived she looked as if a herd of Boorq bulls had trampled
her."
Qui-Gon snorted, continued. "In any case it didn't take a
genius to see why she could barely move. Later I helped her
clean up the castle since as you stated, it was a mess."
Obi-Wan leaned back against the polished bedstand, mouth open.
His father glared. What's wrong, have you run out of stupid?
Or do you finally realize I'm telling the truth?!
"ss. I feel stupid. Something here is amiss."
Qui-Gon felt his anger dissipate. "Now what? Another grand
revelation?"
"I wish it were. Grandfather was here."
"I should have known. What did he want? No, don't tell me!"
Sly smile. Not unless you want another arguement.
Qui-Gon moved to get out of bed. "I'm sleeping downstairs-"
Obi-Wan pulled him by the hair. "Wait, father! I tell you
something is all screwy."
"SssSS. So???"
"Grandfather knew you had gone to Hel-"
"So what? He sees most everything at some point."
"But there's more to it than that. He commented that you'd be
wasting your time with grandmother."
Qui-Gon was instantly suspicious. "Really?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "There's more. He remarked about the Queens'
state of...depletion, you might say. As if he knew all
along..." green eyes widened at a thought.
Qui-Gon stared as well. "She barely allowed me a kiss. When I
held her in my arms, mother most nearly collapsed."
A pause as realization set in.
"That dirty, sneaky, lying, two-timing, no good snake!!"
Obi-Wan shouted. "He came here, pretending to be you!"
"No doubt that was him you saw with mother. I'll take
that split tongue and tie it around his neck!" Qui-Gon swore.
"He's been in everyone's bed except his own!!"
Litthsyss smiled to himself. It had been an eventful two
nights, really. Silently he glided through his great castle.
Servants bowed and went about their duties as he walked along.
A pig faced lord came over to greet him. The creature wore
pewter armor laced with rubies. A brush covered helmet covered
the thick head.
Hail, Lord Chaos. The realm is well. I trust you enjoyed
Freak Night?"
Litthsyss nodded, pulling back his cowl. "Aye, Roodt.
There was much to do and many beds to burn!"
Roodt laughed, a burping sound. No doubt. The castle is in
order once more. Drabugon desires audience with the Ring next
week. He would parlay the crimson dimension.
The pair walked through the antechambers. Litthsyss paused
momentarily.
"I will receive him then. Meanwhile, I plan to
rest."
Roodt bowed slightly. Go to, great Null. All will be as you
left it.
Eyes flashing in acknowledgement, the imposing form slipped
into the shadows.
Litthsyss entered his private bath. It was ornate. Coliseum
style steps depressed into a central pool of perfumed water.
Purple veined marble held shades of many colors. Golden serpent
sconces burned huge candles, lending mood. Blue and red
velveted walls added to the grandeur, tied with gilded sash
ropes. Plush ottomans with heavy gold frames stood about the
polished deck. The pool itself was large enough to accomodate
nearly a hundred. Potted plants, mostly carnivorous, dotted
shaded corners to complete the look. Giant pewter urns burned
incense.
The fabulous body dived in. Litthsyss arched, enjoying the
warmth and fragrance. Powerful muscles flexed as he swam across
the round pool. He pulled up on the opposite side, sprawling
half submerged on the steps.
The dark waters moved.
The snake god lay back, skin glistening in detail. Eyes closed.
The dark waters began to bubble and glow from the center.
Stone green eyes opened lazily. I am not alone. Who dares
this intrusion?
A vision of loveliness slowly emerged from the center. A wet
train of ebony tresses clung to voluptuous curves. Blush lips
smiled under high cheeks.
Litthsyss sat up abruptly. Woman, what do you here?! I-
Llane climbed on top of him, squashing her breasts around his
face. Methinks it's time I did a little wearing out of my
own!
Litthsyss licked the space between her breasts. SSsss. Go
back to Hel, witch. I am too weary for this.
ssss. I suppose you can't get it up anymore. A pity.
Litthsyss stroked the thatch at her legs, slipping a finger
inside. Aye, this is ready enough.
Llane closed her eyes, wiggled her hips. She teased the broad
chest with a pointed nail. I think something grows. What
could it be? a laugh.
Stone green eyes were lidded. Begone, I say.
Lush lips kissed along his collarbone. Throw me out,
then.
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