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A New Home
Erwer, Nenim 17, 1042

I sat on the sand with my back to the ocean, watched as the crews
finished their tasks. I had my knees drawn up to my chest as a sort
of protection against the emotions that assailed me. Tears welled up,
pressed forward from behind my eyes, threatened to obscure the view
of heavily booted feet and gloved hands crawling over the wreckage
of Shardik Castle, wreckage which now lay one-third submerged in the
lagoon. The hurried task of putting out the fire had led the crews to
trample Aaden's precious garden and destroy much of the surrounding
landscape beside. Overhead floated the fire-suppression Magi, a large,
gray vessel that looked like a sledge, that had done the initial job of
smothering the flames and then ventilating the site, allowing the crews
to get in and check for injured. Dave insisted there were none.

I was still numb, it had all happened so fast-- the explosion, the fire,
the alarms ringing, the call to evacuate. "Dave, make a note to Castle
Rhysh to review replacement and monitoring policies regarding their
anamag system, would you?"

"Ken, you're in shock."

"You're right," I sighed. "Do it anyway." I looked up with a tight,
painful grin as Aaden approached, a blanket in hand.

He wrapped it around my shoulders and sat down next to me, held me close
without saying a word. The tears that had threatened all morning came
with violence now, and I buried my face in his shoulder and cried.
________________________________________________________________________

"It's a good idea except for two things. One," Aaden said, ticking it
off on his finger, "It'll completely screw up the Uncia rituals, which
are based not on the Vinyare' ocean, but on you, all your protests to
the contrary. Two, it'll wash out the 'other' Shardik Castle."

"The other castle is already washed out," Dave pointed out, "and should
be considered closed until the castle is rebuilt. It was evacuated
within ten minutes of the real one, and the tourists there at the
time received a great view of you in a panic. It is closed down until
the castle re-opens." He paused.  "If it reopens. Ken seems to have a
different idea on the table."

"Let's face it. Shardik Castle was too small a place for us for how long?"

"Since I moved in," P'nyssa said with a smile. "That was over a thousand
years ago."

"I think it was too small when I moved in," M'Ress said, returning a
grin. "No, that's not true. At the start there were only six of us living
there. We've had as many as twenty-four people living there at times,
though. And nobody can tell how many guests, friends, and visitors we've
had over the years. It was tight."

"But you like it tight, Ken," Paul pointed out to me. "You've always said
that places like D'Arctangent or Cutter's make you feel instantly lost."

I looked around the room at The Family-- P'nyssa, M'Ress, M'Bawr, Aaden,
N'Nance, Chelsea, Sanla. The people who are and always have been the heart
and soul of my home, my Castle, my life. "What we need is room. A place
to call our own, each one of us. You all lived at Shardik Castle. Didn't
any of you ever get tired of that?" Nobody said a word, which surprised
me. "I propose we build a new place within the Marbletop Forest. We let
Aaden do the landscaping to his satisfaction, since he'll do it anyway,
and let the lagoon go wild. We leave the Sdisk in there, both for us
and for the dolphins."

________________________________________________________________________


The end result took only a few months to build. They were long months,
however. Three months into the new construction, Sanla and I watched,
heartbroken, as a clean-up crew picked up the remains of the old Castle
itself and flew away. I tried to make light of it. "I hope they don't
blow up on the way to the recycling plant."

"They aren't doing what you did with the Castle," Sanla said as he put
his hand on my shoulder. "I can't believe that, in over a thousand years,
you never put it down."

I shrugged. "Didn't seem to need it. The monitors all said that the
anamags were working fine and they went through major evaluation every
forty years or so. They're solid state. We never expected this. It
was kinda like a myth, you know? That castle that stays in the air,
eternally. We were just lucky nobody was seriously hurt."

Two months after the last of the old Castle was hauled away,
the construction crews announced that the new place was ready for
residents. Some of the outlying buildings weren't done, and the backup
water supply was nowhere near ready "so don't use the microSDisks for
anything too heavy yet," and none of the vegetation was in place, but
at least it was home. Or, at least a house. Whether it would really be
home had yet to be determined.

 From the outside, it looked like it would have found comfort anywhere in
southern Spain in the 18th century. Red brick walls, terracotta roofing,
large bay windows with curved upper portions. The main residence was
two-floored, and there was a basement. It was built three sides of
a square, and in the center of the main part a curved passageway led
openly to the back courtyard, around which were arranged the smaller
estate houses and the garage.

Inside, however, was done more in the spirit of 16th century Italy. Muted
wood tones set in geometric precision dominated every hallway. Hand-rolled
carpets covered exquisite wooden floors. "I didn't ask for this," I
said to P'nyssa as she and Aaden accompanied me down one of the longer
hallways in the west wing. Looking down the length of it was an education
in perspective.

She put a tentacle around my waist. "Ken, this place was built by people
who adore you. Did you notice how many of the people building this place
were llerkin or Ritan?"

"I feel like I'm living in a museum," I said.

"If the place were made of marble, then I might feel like I'm living
in a museum. This feels like a home that just hasn't been warmed by the
sound of little feet yet," Aaden said as he stopped to examine a doorway.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Look," he said. He pointed at the wood with a grin.

"I don't see anything. It's a door."

"Look at it from an angle. Let the light from there catch the grain." He
indicated a light that hung from the ceiling.

I stepped to occupy his place and looked as he suggested. The grain of
wood seemed to have a different pattern in this lighting, and slowly
it resolved itself into a large, slightly yellowish slash running from
upper left to lower right of the door. The words "Cryogenic and Vacuum
Danger behind this door" stood out. I laughed as Aaden had. "Hello,
Dave. This your room?"

"Yes, it is," he chuckled. "Do you like the design?"

"Subtle," I agreed. "This place is big enough to have servants."

"I will be the only one," Dave said firmly and much to my relief. I can
understand mostly why Dave would play the role' of my majordomo. I don't
think I could stand to have organics, who are limited in how much they can
do and pay attention to, place themselves entirely at my beck and call.

"Gods, this place is gorgeous," I sighed as I walked around inside
the kitchen. This room was huge, with an island in the middle and all
four walls with shelving, counter space, cabinets above and below.
Everything was made of maple wood-- the cabinets, the doors, the floor,
everything except for the counter-top leading to what had to be the main
dining space. That was made of sugar pine, a softer wood that wouldn't
make as much noise as dishes were moved around on it. It helped reduce
the clatter. It was like the bedrooms, which were done entirely in black
walnut. The crossbeams in the ceiling were made of cedar, as were many of
the light fixtures which hung from them by leather straps. Everywhere,
the Pendorian attention to color, sound, functionality, was on full
display. Even the smells had been carefully considered.

We made our way up one of the many staircases set behind doorways and
up into the West wing, where our residence had been set aside. A corner
bedroom faced out onto the forest, and to the immediate north I found
the main room for all of us. Nearly twice as large as what we had had
in my original home, it too was decked out in loveliness, from the wood
paneling to a carefully carved molding that ran the circumference of
the ceiling, to the twin doors of leaded glass that opened up on an
outdoor patio. I stepped out onto it. Here, the floor was made of gray
granite tiles of various shapes and sizes inset with mortar. The walls
were built of handset brick.

I leaned over the wall and looked down onto the inner courtyard. Down
below, in the quarter of the courtyard closest to us, sat a large gray
stone half-buried into the ground. On top of it stood a strange, sparse
bush with wiry stems and gray leaves. It looked as if someone had pruned
it into the shape of squat, little man with thick arms raised high to
the sky. "The halcyon beast!" I turned back to Aaden. "You managed to
keep it alive!"

He grinned. "It wasn't easy. It was badly burned by the fire when it
tried to escape after the Castle crashed. It's hasn't got much of a
nervous system but it knows when its in trouble."

P'nyssa joined us on the patio. "Aaden, when you told me you were bringing
a carnivorous, poisonous, telepathic, mobile plant into my home... "

"But you like it now, don't you?"

"The wind blowing through its brittle leaves makes such an interesting
sound sometimes, and I can feel it in my mind when it's hungry. I just
worry about having children near it. It's probably the most dangerous
thing in the whole... what do we call this, Ken?"

"'Estate?' Dave?"

"Given the size, I might prefer to call it a 'villa' myself."

"Shardik Villa? I guess. Shardik Estate sounds more..."

"Testosterone-poisoned?" P'nyssa asked with a grin.

"I agree," Aaden added. "'Villa.'"

"Villa it is, then, " Dave said.

I sighed and turned around to head back inside. A large and decorative
rug took up most of the floor.  Only near the walls was hardwood
exposed. "Something is wrong. Don't you feel it?"

Aaden looked puzzled for a moment. "Wrong how?"

"I don't know. It's like, this isn't our home."

"It isn't yet," he said. "It's our house at this point. We haven't been
here long enough make it our home. There are no bookshelves here yet,
Ken."

"There's no furniture in the personal rooms yet at all," P'nyssa
pointed out.

"I... I just feel weird. You understand, right?"

Aaden and P'nyssa both nodded. They understood all too well. I
should have realized that that would make their next move somewhat
predictable. "Well," Aaden said as he closed in on me, "I could help
make you feel at home." Even through we're the same height, the shape
of a Mephit's head is such that his eyes were just a little higher set
than mine, and I had to look up to look into them. He smiled down at
me as his hands undid the clasp at my waist that held the twofold shirt
closed. He reached in with both hands and opened it up.

"Hey," I said. "I'm not ready."

"Of course you are," P'nyssa purred in my ear as her lips kissed it
gently.

Aaden slowly backed my shirt down off my shoulders and arms. "This place
gives me the weirds as much as it does you, Ken," he admitted. "I'm
not afraid to admit that. I'm just not going to let that stop me from
enjoying the people I love." He grinned as he dropped to his knees and
started on the buckle of my pants. Despite my earlier misgivings, I
already had an erection. It sprang to life as he pulled down the zipper
of my fly and exposed my cock to the world. I started to breathe faster
as he opened his muzzle and took the length of it into his mouth in one
swallow. "Aaden!" I gasped.

"Shhh... " P'nyssa whispered. "Do you want the whole household to know
what we're up to?"

"They already know what we're up to," I gasped. "Oh, gods, Aaden,
that's good." His mouth was moist and his tongue talented. He caressed
my cock along its length slowly, teased every square cent of it, scraped
along the underside with his teeth so delicately that it sent shivers
of pleasure up into my hair.  P'nyssa's mittens reached into my trousers
and slowly dropped them to the ground. They had me pinned as she caressed
my asscheeks with her mittens to warm them, to touch me between them. I
felt the soft globes of her breasts pressed against my back.

I shivered suddenly from Aaden's precise touch and nearly fell
over. "Whoops!" I giggled as I took a controlled fall to the floor and
landed on my butt. "That's what I get for letting you wrap my pants
around my ankles!"

"You look like you're in a fine position to me," he said as he resumed
his work. He butted my legs apart with his big, furry head and took the
length of my cock back into his muzzle.

"Ohh..." I sighed. "Hey, you," I said to P'nyssa, "Are you gonna get
naked with us?"

"You're the only one half-stripped," she pointed out. "He's still
dressed."

"You can change that, too," I said as I leaned back on the palms of my
hands to watch and feel Aaden's mouth sucking my cock. Another shiver
ran through me, stronger this time, and part of the shiver stayed
afterward. "I'm getting closer, Aaden."

"Good," he said.

P'nyssa walked behind me and carefully pulled my arms out from under me
to lay me onto my back until she stood over me, naked. I could see the
lovely white triangle of fur that highlighted her cunt, a diamond that
was mostly natural, although the sharp lines that defined it were partly
bleached. I stretched my legs out on either side of Aaden as she knelt
over me and positioned her cunt over my mouth. "Lick me," she sighed.

I didn't have to be asked twice. I reached around her to place my hands
around her thighs and lifted my head until I buried my face in her cunt
to lick at her clitoris and taste her juices. Her cunt opened almost
immediately for me like a flower, and I nuzzled my lips around her
clit. Her short, soft fur tickled against my slightly unshaven face,
and the warmth of her thighs made the air immediately around my head hot
and humid. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tense and release in
a steady rhythm as I licked and sucked and was distracted from Aaden's
hard work.

He didn't let me forget him, though. His mouth and one free hand worked
on my cock like it was his first time, his last time, or some combination
of both. He was determined to keep me hard and make me come, just as I
was determined to make P'nyssa do the same. She was the only one without
a task, I reflected as I ate her cunt and let her sweet fluids drip down
my chin and around my neck, where the droplets collected with my sweat
at the back. My body tensed of its own accord at Aaden's insistence,
and I doubled my efforts on her clitoris, my tongue flickering against
it. She pressed down, encouraging me to go harder, to lick her more.

Aaden won the battle, however. I couldn't hold it back anymore; I arched
my spine and tilted my head to get air as I came with a shout. My cock
felt like a cannon and I could feel his throat working to catch it
all. His gasps reached my ears. The shaking slowly ceased until I just
laid there, on the rug, catching my breath.

But only for a two or three seconds. Then I opened my eyes and they
resolved into a shape of blue loveliness as I looked up the length of
P'nyssa's torso. She smiled down at me, and I winked, then pulled down
with my hands and clamped her cunt over my mouth. "Ken! You don't..."

"Mmm-hmmm!" I managed to say as I gave her what strength I had left. She
moaned softly, about the only sound she ever gives out, but I could tell
in the steel of her thighs that she was close. She pitched over suddenly,
caught herself only just with her tentacles as her belly tensed inwards
and then released.  "Ohhhh!" was all she said as she bucked slightly
against my mouth. She wanted to fuck my tongue with her clit. I gave her
what she wanted, a few more hard licks, and then stopped, laying my head
back again to the rug. "Oh, gods," I gasped. "That was good."

What about him? P'nyssa managed to send to me as she recovered.

Get him!, I said back. She smiled and eased herself off me before turning
and tackling Aaden with speed that surprised me. I rolled over as well
and crawled over to where she now had him splayed out on the floor. His
cock, semi-hard between his thighs, flopped up and twitched against his
belly before I took it in my hands and brought the head to my mouth.

"P'nyssa," I heard him say, "Don't... I've got Ken's come..."

"I know..."

"You don't like the taste!" Aaden objected.

"I'll make exceptions." There was a muffled protest from Aaden and
I wondered if she had done anything more complicated than kissing
him. Meanwhile, I had my hands and mouth full with the shaft of his
lovely, large cock. It is a mouthful-- sometimes more than a mouthful,
there are days when I can just barely get it down my throat. He wasn't
completely hard, and for that I was thankful. I was also thankful that
it bent downwards when he was erect-- it made it easier to suck him when
he was standing or sitting, positions he often likes.

He groaned as I returned the favor. I took the furred prepuce of his cock
in my hand and slowly stroked downwards as I sucked him into my mouth. He
groaned loudly at the increased sensations. I love sucking cock. It's so
intimate and profound, all right there in my face. Even though I had come
already I was getting hard again just from this little bit. I suddenly
knew I wanted it all, every last cent of him inside my mouth, my throat.

I reached down between his thighs and slid a finger up against his
asshole. He jumped just a tiny bit. I gathered some of the spit that slid
down his cock and used it as lube to press inwards and invade him. He
opened up for me and my finger slid into his asshole until the rest of
my fist was pressed against his opening. My head bobbed up and down on
his beautiful, pale dick and I slid a second finger into his hole and
pressed up very gently against his prostate, caressed it so slightly. I
pressed his cock against the back of my throat, felt the tension come
and go in waves as my body tried to reject the choking monstrosity it
had known so many times before. The waves eased as I concentrated on his
cock alone, the pulsing, living shaft of my beloved, and then I pounced,
pressed downwards to feel the head of his cock pass into my throat and
downwards. I buried my nose in his crotch as I worked a third finger
into his hole. I held him there for as long as I had breath-- which was
not long as my excitedly beating heart ate up the oxygen in my body.

He gasped and tensed and I knew he wasn't about to last long as I went
back to a more steady state, three fingers of my right hand in his
asshole while my left hand worked the base of his cock and my tongue
slathered over the head to caress the length of the shaft I could reach
comfortably with my lips. I glanced up to see P'nyssa biting softly on
one of his nipples, and I could hear him whimper little protests at the
pain, little gasps of pleasure. His paws clenched and opened in time
with my actions, and his tail thumped the ground underneath me where I
knelt over him. He felt so close, and my jaw was just beginning to burn
and I wanted to give up, but I couldn't yet. Not until he...

Came! With a roar as loud as my own had been he came. The inside of my
mouth was bathed in warm, salty slime and I swallowed it down like a
blessing. His asshole clenched so much I worried about breaking fingers
but it didn't matter much, as long as he was coming I was happy. The
orgasm itself lasted all of four, maybe five seconds, but those are
glorious seconds in love.

I licked at a little of the white stuff that had collected on my lips and
looked up at the two of them.  "Have we broken in the house yet?" I asked.

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Journal Entry 042 / 01042 
A New Home

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