All rights reserved. On Corridian Wings 2: Teche Steve Boiseman Copyright ©2005 Steve Boiseman No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Changeling Press LLC. ISBN(10) 1-59596-134-8 ISBN(13) 978-1-59596-134-1 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1561 Shepherdstown, WV 25443-1561 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Carolyn Robinson Cover artist: Karen Fox This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. Chapter 1 “I’ll see you skewered, you traitorous Seth bastard!” With General Een’s threat still resonating in his thoughts, Chief of Police Pos Teche gazed speculatively into the night sky, the slits of his pupils wide against the darkness. The trio of crescent moons that graced the Velosian heavens were particularly striking this evening; hanging like crystal ornaments above the ice-capped mountains. Below the moons were dozens of moving lights; Een’s fighters flying in formation about the capital. Something nasty was brewing. The threat by General Een earlier in the day was real enough. He and Teche had been at loggerheads for the past five years. Conflict between military and civil authorities was a fact of life in any occupied territory but Een was a particularly vicious individual. His history of rancorous discord with the civilian establishment was legendary. Teche’s predecessor had disappeared and rumors persisted that he’d been butchered and served as an entrée at one of His Highness Muss’s banquets. His Highness, Dantilus Muss. Now there’s a bastard of a completely different order. Teche brought a cup of steaming Solaran caff to his lips. He tasted the air above the dark liquid with his snakelike tongue before taking a sip. He thrilled at the heady aroma, the blend of subtle flavors stimulating his mouth, sending waves of pleasure directly to his spinal column. He closed his eyes in illicit bliss. Solaran caff was illegal on Velos. Teche considered confiscated contraband to be the only perk of his pressured and unrewarding job. As Chief of Police of Los, Teche had few opportunities for personal enjoyment. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually laughed out loud. Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 2: Teche - 4 - From down below came a tentative rap on his ground floor door. Teche’s momentary pleasure was replaced by high alertness. No one ever called at this late hour. He went quickly down the stairs to the ground floor of his villa, his short tail giving him the swaying gait characteristic of Rigellians. No slave to fashion, Teche did not leave his twin cocks open to the air but wore a traditional kilt of fine iridescent silk, a gift from his dead father. Being from the minority Seth clan, he was shorter than the average Rigellian, making him much less imposing to the slightly built Velosians. The locals actually felt safe talking to him. He was, therefore, more effective in controlling the conquered populace. Many problems and misunderstandings were caught in the early stages. As a result, the continent under his benevolent control had the least number of incidents of civil disobedience on the whole planet. This record made him unpopular with the military, which used any excuse to commit genocide, a task they relished and had so efficiently completed around Terek, the planet’s capital. He opened the front door to find two young Velosian women, Jiss and Joss, waiting impatiently on his doorstep. They wore the unofficial uniform of the younger Velosian generation, matching short red tunics, which showed off their trim and busty figures. Teche was never sure which was Jiss and which was Joss. He had a notion that Jiss had the slightly larger breasts and slightly darker complexion. “Greetings, sisters,” he said in his best Velosian, his eyes darting warily up and down the street. He lived in a well-lit suburb, which was generally empty at this time of night. He saw no evidence of watchers and stood aside and held the door open for the petite Velosians to enter. “Greetings, Lord Teche,” Jiss said and forced a smile, her large almond eyes twinkling in the hall light. Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 2: Teche - 5 - He ushered them into his study and invited them to sit. The two women did as he bid, leaning back carefully on the couch, crossing their shapely legs and letting the short tunics ride up their smooth thighs. Teche considered his unexpected but welcome visitors. He couldn’t help but admire their slim, lithe bodies. Particularly their delightfully large and shapely breasts swelling out of the tunics’ tight bodices. The young women curled their long arms into their laps, the elongated fingers of each hand clasped tightly in nervous anticipation. They were such graceful creatures, he mused, unlike us clumsy reptiles. The Velosian body was well suited to their original arboreal lives harvesting Visser. The delicate, hard to reach seed was used in the manufacture of the universally famous spice, the planet’s most famous export; after sex slaves that was. Unfortunately Jiss and Joss were prime candidates for that lamentable trade and he only hoped the fact that they worked for him would offer some protection. “Your father is safe?” “Yes,” Joss said. “We thank you for your help, Lord Teche.” Teche frowned with embarrassment at their use of the compulsory title that all enslaved people across the galaxy used to address their Rigellian masters. “It gave me pleasure to help, truly.” Teche had intervened in the arrest of their father, set upon by a drunken squad from the Rigellian army garrison intent on plundering his jewelry shop. Had Teche not rescued the old man by claiming jurisdiction and ‘arresting’ him on a fictitious misdemeanor, the women seated before him would be orphans. The old Velosian was now in hiding after Teche had dropped the ‘charges’ and assisted him to flee into the agricultural districts. It was this last action in particular that had evoked Een’s wrath. The next morning Teche had found the hatchlings rummaging through the wreckage of their home. It had been such a pitiful sight he’d asked them what they intended to do now. Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 2: Teche - 6 - Deep in shock, Jiss had looked up at him with a most sorrowful expression and said simply, “Stick, stick,” the local slang for the red light district. Teche figured they wouldn’t last long there before being picked up by a slaver. Then they’d have no future at all. Two hours later he’d secured the hatchlings employment in the clerical section at the Police/Army Liaison Department so at least they had an income and could live in the government compound. Their police department work permits would hopefully deter slavers from stealing them and the military from raping them. “We have come to say goodbye.” Teche raised his eyebrow ridge. “Has there been trouble in the compound?” He expected the worst and his eyes quickly scanned their bodies looking for evidence of violence, but saw none. “They plan to kill you, Lord Teche.” “They?” “Governor Bloss and General Een,” Joss explained. “Jiss found a note from the governor in the general’s correspondence tray.” This act of espionage confirmed that there was an active resistance movement on Velos and many if not all of the locals, including these two beautiful creatures, were involved. Een had accused him of helping the Velosian underground movement in its long drawn out and entirely futile resistance to the occupation. It looked like Een was right, this time. He had, inadvertently, planted spies in the very heart of the continental government. Jiss stood up and, reaching deep inside the front of her tunic, withdrew a piece of rolled paper. She smiled coquettishly as she handed it to him. “My only hiding place,” she explained. “Ingenious.” Teche nodded approvingly as he unfolded the paper. His tongue flicked out and he tasted the scent of her pussy juice. She was horny and his twin cocks immediately rose, tenting his kilt uncomfortably. Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 2: Teche - 7 - The paper she’d hidden next to her pussy was a brief memo from the governor boldly ordering Teche’s arrest and execution for ‘undisclosed’ traitorous acts. The date of his arrest was set for two days hence. This was not completely unexpected. Teche had known his time was running out on Velos but hadn’t realized that his interventions to protect the helpless Velosians would have such a fatal consequence. Teche looked up from the message. The hatchlings were watching him closely, their large eyes sad and fearful as they anxiously stroked each other’s arms. The Velosians were a very tactile breed, and, in their society, touch conveyed a whole raft of emotions. They are actually concerned for me, he thought, staring into those gorgeous eyes. Joss was rhythmically stroking her sister’s upper arm, drawing his gaze to the swell of her sister’s breast. Since the death of his bed-wife, Teche had not indulged his sex drive at all. Her long illness had precluded sex and with her death the cel...
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