The Sarrans Return

Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1

“Blaze, with your serried columns!

I will not bend the knee!

The shackles ne’er again shall bind

The arm which now is free.”

—George Washington Patten

Monday dawntine

The communiqué arrived at the moment the Brightstar entered Earth orbit. The Security Council would meet with the Sarran Trade Delegation in secret at ten.

The room was dimly lit. The walls and the bed linens were all various shades of green and gold. An opaque green sheet with a gold satin border laid carelessly half over Mark and half over the bed.

“Why the deception? The Earthen people already know about us.” Dr. Mark Stern, now known as Prince Mark of EarthClan, sprawled in the huge hexagonal bed. Mark’s head lay in his Bonded’s lap. He shifted in the bed, unable to get comfortable. Thoughts of Earth and the life he led before he became a Sarran did that to him.

Juraens twisted his fingers around a blonde curl.

“They said that the public shouldn’t be informed about possible trade until the agreement is hammered out but I think there is something more.” Mark opened his eyes. “Morgan wants to see me before the meeting, at nine. The United States wants to gain an edge in treaty negotiations and if I know Morgan, he plans on using me to give him that edge. I’m also certain he wants me to spy for him on Sarran. I will not become a covert operative for that man, no matter what he threatens.”

Juraens’ black eyes shot fire. “You are Sarran now. He has no right.”

“That doesn’t mean he won’t try.” Mark’s nostrils flared. The fact that he asked for a private meeting tells me all I need to know.” Mark exhaled slowly. “I don’t want to see him alone. I am no longer of Earth. I am Sarran. Things could get ugly fast.” Juraens continued to run his fingers through Mark’s hair. Mark’s fists clenched, tangling the gossamer sheets.

“You still see Morgan through the eyes of a frightened child. He can do no longer do anything to hurt you.” Juraens kissed the top of his head. “As for you going alone, that was never going to happen, Treasured. I’ll go with you as is my right as your Bonded. You are very agitated this morning. Do you need the flogger?” Juraens took Mark’s hand and kissed his palm and fingers.

“No, I haven’t needed the flogger since we completed our Bond on Sarran. I need you. I need to taste you and feel you. I wish you could push inside of me. I long for that ultimate completion.”

Mark ran his hand up and down the satin half robe that lay open, partially covering the upper portion of Juraens’ body. The coal black fuzz on his Beloved’s legs tickled his nose. He moved his head up to Juraens’ chest and ran his fingers through the springy black hairs that formed a perfect tee over his pecs, down his sternum, to his c**k.

A warm blanket slipped over Mark’s consciousness as Juraens bathed him in his love. “Forget Morgan. He is less than nothing and holds no sway over you.” Juraens waved his hand in the air in dismissal.

“You belong to Sarran now. I know this in my heart and soul.” Juraens held on to Mark, continuing to soothe with his hands and lips.

“Soon we will have our fem and experience all of the aspects of Triad. I hear her soft whispers. She will be ours and then all three of us can be together as you wish. I know it’s hard for you to wait, Treasured. You did not grow up with Sarran law or customs.”

“No harder than it is for you.” In a mercurial change of mood, Mark smiled at his Bonded and slid off Juraens’ lap, pulling him down into his arms. Mark moved his lower body out from under the sheet and opened Juraens’ robe, slipping it off his broad shoulders. Mark turned and considered his BondMate with a sparkle in his blue eyes. ::It’s only 5:00 tines. We have four tines until the meeting with that bastard. I suggest we not waste a mot::

Juraens grabbed Mark’s face in his hands and ran his tongue along the seam of Mark’s mouth. ::I will make love to you and you will lose this sadness that has beset you since we arrived. What troubles you so?::

::I see Sarran and see the beauty of the Codex and I wonder if Earth can ever evolve to the point Sarran has already reached. When I deal with Morgan I feel dirty. These were my people and now all I see is greed and senseless power grabs.::

::Remember the Council Elders who turned their back on the Codex. We have the greedy and the power hungry on Sarran. We are not without fault and Morgan did give you to me.:: Juraens kissed Marks lips face and shoulders.

::No, it wasn’t Morgan, we found each other and because of that I found the Codex. Sarran seems much cleaner to me than Earth. There is honor on Sarran:: Mark’s love for his bonded shone through his eyes.

::There was honor on Earth. Here is where I found you. I will be forever grateful to Earth and even to Morgan for that. Let me distract you from you melancholy and put the smile back on your face, Treasured. I love your crooked smile.:: Juraens moved over Mark lining up their c***s. Both began to ooze slick from under the head. The first time it happened. Mark was surprised that his body was able to make the secretions, but Juraens told him that it came with the genetic change that made him Sarran.

Juraens grabbed both of their c***s in his large hands and began to rub them against one another while kissing Mark deeply. Mark’s hands roamed over Juraens’ body. They stroked his face his arms, his thighs. It didn’t take long for the lovers to be on the brink. Mark’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his orgasm hit him. Juraens stroked twice more then followed Mark into ecstasy. They lay awhile in each other’s arms, sated.

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Juraens got up, retrieved a wet cloth from the bathing chamber, wiped their c***s and stomachs, and then got back into bed. “Concierge, line open.”

“How can I be of service,” the com said in a masculine voice.

“Wake us at seven tines. Please have the fabricator make an egg sandwich over easy with bacon on a New York hard roll for Prince Mark and I’ll have some Pinner fruit and two scrambled eggs and some toasted pumpernickel.” Juraens took the cloth back into the bathing room. He returned and slid under the covers, spooning his Bonded from behind, his c**k nestled between Mark’s thighs.