For Love of Etarin, Excerpt
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valarltdRuvane and Etarin meet
The Flistikkan invited him out to the estate outside the city. Ruvane, were he another sort of man, would have left the place with pockets bulging full of ill‑gotten booty. An honest streak a parsec wide saved all the myriad little treasures belonging to his employer. He looked at the rich hangings, the sculptures, the paintings, any one of which would have paid half-again the cost of his ship. The place was done in alien stonework, with wood paneling. Flistik boasted no trees higher than Ruvane’s waist.
He had an uncomfortable evening of it, aside from the general physical aspects. He was the only human not in a slave collar. The only human seated at the table, before Flistikkan food he knew he could not digest. The rest of the humans brought the food, and cleared it away, subject to the kicks and jeers of the lizards. Then the entertainment began.
A beautiful dancer in a long blue robe came out and began. As the music started, the dancer dropped the robe to reveal a male body clad in a deep blue loincloth. Ruvane couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t have stopped if the world had exploded around him. The youth was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, all long black hair and liquid dark eyes. His skin was sallow under the lights but Ruvane suspected it would be almost golden with some sun. His movements were lithe and sensual, not frankly sexual, just teasing enough that Ruvane wanted to find out how an overtly sexual move would look. He wanted to know how the dancer would look gyrating to the newest, filthiest pop music from his homeworld.
The Flistikkans let him get through one song. As he began the second, they began their own form of entertainment, pelting him with refuse from the table and trying to make him miss a beat or a step so he could be punished for their amusement. He gave them no satisfaction and completed the second song. During the third, Ruvane’s employer pulled him aside to negotiate his next job.
Ruvane was grateful for the interruption. Although the dancer's perfection seemed almost scornful of the lizards' harassment, he couldn't help worrying he would have to watch that beautiful boy being beaten or worse. All he wanted was to know what the dancer's mouth tasted like, how his skin felt.
The deal—not Ruvane's best, because of his distraction--was struck that he would go to Carmathi and pick up several tons of foodstuffs. He didn’t tell the Flistikkan he was charging triple rates.
“You do fine work. As reward, stay tonight and choose from toys.”
Ruvane’s mouth was dry. He tried to feign disinterest and choose carelessly. “Oh, he’ll do,”
he said with a half‑stifled yawn, pointing, seemingly at random, at the dancer.
The Flistikkan gestured for the dancer to come closer. “Take good care of guest, boy.”
The short youth bowed to his master and then looked up at the big, blond, bearded pilot with curiosity. “Yes, Master,” he said in a high, sweet voice.
“Take him to blue bedroom. He leave in morning.”
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The Flistikkan invited him out to the estate outside the city. Ruvane, were he another sort of man, would have left the place with pockets bulging full of ill‑gotten booty. An honest streak a parsec wide saved all the myriad little treasures belonging to his employer. He looked at the rich hangings, the sculptures, the paintings, any one of which would have paid half-again the cost of his ship. The place was done in alien stonework, with wood paneling. Flistik boasted no trees higher than Ruvane’s waist.
He had an uncomfortable evening of it, aside from the general physical aspects. He was the only human not in a slave collar. The only human seated at the table, before Flistikkan food he knew he could not digest. The rest of the humans brought the food, and cleared it away, subject to the kicks and jeers of the lizards. Then the entertainment began.
A beautiful dancer in a long blue robe came out and began. As the music started, the dancer dropped the robe to reveal a male body clad in a deep blue loincloth. Ruvane couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t have stopped if the world had exploded around him. The youth was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, all long black hair and liquid dark eyes. His skin was sallow under the lights but Ruvane suspected it would be almost golden with some sun. His movements were lithe and sensual, not frankly sexual, just teasing enough that Ruvane wanted to find out how an overtly sexual move would look. He wanted to know how the dancer would look gyrating to the newest, filthiest pop music from his homeworld.
The Flistikkans let him get through one song. As he began the second, they began their own form of entertainment, pelting him with refuse from the table and trying to make him miss a beat or a step so he could be punished for their amusement. He gave them no satisfaction and completed the second song. During the third, Ruvane’s employer pulled him aside to negotiate his next job.
Ruvane was grateful for the interruption. Although the dancer's perfection seemed almost scornful of the lizards' harassment, he couldn't help worrying he would have to watch that beautiful boy being beaten or worse. All he wanted was to know what the dancer's mouth tasted like, how his skin felt.
The deal—not Ruvane's best, because of his distraction--was struck that he would go to Carmathi and pick up several tons of foodstuffs. He didn’t tell the Flistikkan he was charging triple rates.
“You do fine work. As reward, stay tonight and choose from toys.”
Ruvane’s mouth was dry. He tried to feign disinterest and choose carelessly. “Oh, he’ll do,”
he said with a half‑stifled yawn, pointing, seemingly at random, at the dancer.
The Flistikkan gestured for the dancer to come closer. “Take good care of guest, boy.”
The short youth bowed to his master and then looked up at the big, blond, bearded pilot with curiosity. “Yes, Master,” he said in a high, sweet voice.
“Take him to blue bedroom. He leave in morning.”
Available now:
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419914294
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Date: 2008-01-05 03:52 am (UTC)