Shirr-ha: First Lessons
by M. Shalimar
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Copyright © Aug. 2009 by M. Shalimar
Cover Art Copyright © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
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Dedication
I believe when it comes to writing erotica, one should not write about something one knows, but rather about something one would like to know and explore. It is with that idea the Shirr-ha's Empire stories are written, to explore the vast and unfathomable possibilities of intimate inter-galactic relations. This series is for all those who have ever wondered about life on other worlds, and what their mating habits might include. I invite you to come explore some of my wildest fantasies about other-worldly visitors and lovers.
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Chapter Two: First Lessons
"So that's the new one," a small, high-pitched voice twittered.
"Yes, they brought her in during the night," came a velvety smooth reply. "The master took her before they even had the chance to clean her up. Seems she is some kind of prized treasure!"
"She doesn't look all that special to me. Why did he want her?"
"Don't know, except that she's Human, and he's never had a full-blooded Human before."
"What's so special about Humans?" the high-pitched voice whined.
"Beats me, except . . . well, look at her skin. See how shiny and soft it looks? And her cute little twat, all rimmed with that red fuzz that matches the hair on her head. Maybe it tickles his fancy! Maltar is half Human himself, you know. I haven't ever seen anyone with hair that color before, have you?"
"Oh honestly, Kayiera! Are you going to flip out over her, too?"
"Of course not, Rey! But, well she is kind of cute, and we do have to help her get accustomed to all the different ways to please the master," Kayiera said. "I was just trying to get in the mood. No sense resenting her when we could have some real pleasure with her, is there?"
"I don't intend to touch her!" Reyella puled.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous of her," Kayiera taunted.
"Me? Jealous of that—that—that skinny little piece of fluff? How dare you even suggest it!"
Kayiera laughed. "Yeah, you! And she's not skinny. I've seen some fine Human woman-flesh before, and she is just about as perfect as Humans come."
Reyella hissed.
"Does that mean you refuse to obey your orders? You and I are supposed to orient her to the ways of the master and his expectations of her. Would you rather entertain the ruffians who brought her in?"
Reyella was silent.
"No?"
"No," she said with a small sigh. "I don't want to have anything to do with those savages."
"Ah, there's a good girl. You haven't ever helped with the training before. It's really more of a reward for us than a punishment. We can make the newcomers do whatever we say while we're training them. It's almost like being the boss," Kayiera purred, the huskiness in her voice betraying her anticipation of the task at hand.
Reyella studied her companion a long moment before asking, "Is that why you always volunteer for the job?"
"Why, yes. What did you think?"
"I don't know. Maybe that you didn't like to be with Maltar, since you seem to love orienting the new females so much . . ."
"Mmmm . . ." Kayiera purred. "What kind of metabolism do you think I have that I can resist the master's charms? I just like training the women to serve him. I wouldn't give up my time with him, though."
"You've been here a long time, haven't you?"
"Longer than anyone else, except Mae, why?"
"It's just that no matter what they tell you to do, you seem to love it."
"Don't you?" Kayiera asked.
"Well . . . some of it is good. I like when it's my turn to be with my master," Reyella said wistfully. "Every new female he brings here means less time for me!"
"Ah, so . . . the truth comes out. Didn't I tell you when you first came here not to fall in love?”
"Yes, but . . ."
"No buts, sweetie. Being here is all about pleasing him. There's no room in your life for love or dreams of permanence. He'll take you and make you feel more than you ever dared to dream you could feel, and then trade you off to the first one who can advance him further in his own ambitions. He doesn't love any of us, except for what he can get in return for us. He loves only power. If you want to be one of his favorites and stay with him, you have to be more than just his toy. You have to prove yourself more valuable in his service than as a trade-off for more power."
"How can I do that?"
"By training his new concubines, for one thing. You see, you train them up in all the tricks . . . except for a few that you alone know about what he likes and how he likes it. That way you can be sure you will please him more than your students do. When it comes time to bargain with others, he will keep the ones who give him the most pleasure and get rid of the ones who give him less," Kayiera confided.