Systems In Chaos: Dissention

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Dawn broke early on Kalorin, and they were all up and about by seven a.m. Standard Earth Time. Teran entered the large, black slate kitchen which had black steel stoves, microwaves, grills, spits and a great many other pieces of cooking equipment. Almost everyone was in the room eating breakfast and filling their bellies. Even Karem sat in the corner of the room with a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and sauced baked beans. Lord Narl had wandered back up to the manor during the twilight hours of the early morning and found himself a comfortable place to sleep for a few hours. The Zeuti Lord refused to look Teran’s way as he’d entered to dining room. He is still mad at me, I don’t blame him, Teran thought to himself. He frowned and stepped forward to pick up a plate and fill it with an assortment of breakfast foods. Ethon Hart was seated at the head of the long table, being tended to by a few maids who were making sure that everything was as he pleased.

He noticed that the only two missing and not breaking their fast was Klair and Gaia. They needed to get a move on to the palace shortly, though doubtless Klair would be thinking that her days of early rising were all behind her, now that she was home. Teran was about to give her a rude awakening. He set his plate down and walked out of the room and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor, and then to the third. He looked at each door thoughtfully, trying to determine which room was Klair’s, as he passed each of them in turn. There were so many rooms. He felt like he was back at the Guardian’s Citadel on Europa looking down one of the dormitory halls. Giggling caught his attention as he walked, quietly and soft footed upon the rugged floor. He recognised it instantly – it was definitely Klair’s and Gaia’s voices. There were other, muffled, noises as well that he couldn’t make out. He ignored them and went into the room, not thinking and without knocking. He wished that he had, though in other ways he was happy that he hadn’t.

Upon the silken sheets of her bed Klair was stark naked and had her legs wrapped around the head of what Teran assumed to be one of the housemaids. The maid’s face with buried between Klair’s thighs. Gaia was to Klair’s side, pinching one of her small pink nipples that stuck stiff into the air. Gaia’s attention was on the screen of the holo-terminal to her right. The screen was facing the door, and Teran could see the hardcore video that was playing; some man thrusting wildly behind busty blonde female. There was musky smell in the room and he could see the dark patches on the blue and pink silk sheets where the wetness of the girls had dripped and soaked into the cloth.

The sound of the door being opened out of the blue made the maid between Klair’s legs shoot up in fright, perhaps expecting to see Ser Hart at the door being victim to the unseemly display before him. Gaia’s hand had recoiled from Klair’s ripe breasts and wrapped around her own faster than a striking snake and Klair had snatched the silk around her to cover herself from her father, her mouth already open with explanations on the tip of her tongue ready to go. But when she recognised that it was Teran and not her father she let the sheets fall away from her, sat up and wrapped her legs around the waste of the horror-struck maid attendant and hugged her from behind, taking the young woman’s breasts in her hands. The maid would have been in her late twenties, by Teran’s guess, but she was as scared as a five year old girl being yelled at for doing something wrong. Gaia’s hand scrambled to close the video that was playing on the holographic screen and shut the terminal off. This all happened in the space for six seconds.

Teran’s left eyebrow rose as he watched in a kind of amusement, and he would be lying if he denied that the whole thing didn’t stir something inside his pants and under his half shredded robes. But that wasn’t what he had come up here for. He walked in, and closed the door so that no one else might see them in the act by the chance of walking by, and went over the pile of clothes that had been set out for Klair. Presumably it was this maid that had brought them in, Tec mused. He threw a handful of the clothes onto the bed.