Free Living With Syn by A.C. Katt

tongue over the
engorged head of Zaron’s phallus, sweeping down to encase it in his
mouth while moving his throat muscles to clench the mushroom-like
end while pulling back the foreskin. His hands were busy as his
mouth worked. He kneaded his lover’s balls as his head bobbed. It
didn’t take long for Zaron to touch Bron’s hair and to spurt into
his mouth.
    Zaron slid back into the chair. “Now I must
return your generosity, my Dearest.”
    “No time, Dragon. But after tonight we will
make up this absence to each other and our fem tenfold.
    * * * *
    Syn finished all of the prep work for the
meal, put the cookies in the oven, and sat down with her favorite
ceramic mug filled with coffee. She poked around in the pockets of
her jean shorts attempting to liberate her cigarettes. Not wanting
to smoke in the house, Syn stepped outside onto the patio, bringing
an ashtray from her kitchen box along with her.
    “Naffie, you can take the tray Mommie showed
you and cover it with a napkin. I’m going outside for a little
while.”
    “Are you going blow smoke again? That can’t
be good for you.”
    “Whether it’s good for me or not, I smoke.
It’s how mommies handles stress.”
    “Stress?”
    “Yes, stress.”
    “What’s stress?”
    “Stress is the overwhelming desire to knock
the crap out of someone; and the inability to do it.”
    “Well that’s good then, you won’t need to
smoke anymore. Poppie and Zadda will make sure their fem isn’t
stressed.”
    Syn shook her head, chuckled, and slipped out
the door.
    * * * *
    Mark and Juraens approached the back door and
saw Syn standing outside, cigarette in hand. “Do you have another
one of those?” Mark asked softly. “I’m Dr. Mark Stern and this is
my bonded, Juraens.”
    “I’m Syn Sinclair. I’m taking a break from
making the moontine meal.”
    “Zaran and Bron put you to work already?”
    Syn opened the pack of cigarettes. “Take a
few and replicate them. I have two cartons in my things.” She took
a long drag on the cigarette. “I was in my cabin for most of the
trip. Excuse me Juraens, if I speak out of turn, but what do you
know about my BondStirred?”
    “They are the finest men I know. Bron and
Zaron have sacrificed their lives for their people. In the darkest
hours, they never showed discouragement, never wavered in their
determination that our sons would have the opportunity to bond like
their fathers and their fathers before them.”
    Mark took a drag. “I got to know Zaron on
board during the worst of the fighting. They lost a fempring and a
beloved wife and yet spent their time comforting a nation. Zaron
played his part disguised as the Chief for the whole trip. I
believe only Juraens and the cats knew who he really was until it
was necessary to break cover for the hearing.”
    Can I be honest here, gentlemen? I don’t know
if bonding with two Elders is the right thing for me to do. You
must have heard the rumors. I’m a former prostitute and heroin
addict. I may tarnish their reputations and even prevent them from
governing effectively. Maddy will make sure everyone on Sarran
knows. The only way she would have accepted me is if I bonded with
the street sweeper—covered in shit and grime, she wouldn’t have
noticed me; only to comment upon my getting my just desserts. I
can’t bring that type of scorn on TeBron and TeZaron’s head. And
what about Nafer, this would be absolutely horrible for him.”
    “Nafer is the most resilient offspring I have
ever encountered. His empathy and his psy ability make him more
mature than his age,” Juraens said firmly.
    “You can help him by just being there for him
with a cuddle, a pat on the head, or milk and cookies if my nose is
working correctly.” Mark and Syn put their cigarettes out in Syn’s
ashtray, a flat chrome circle with two chrome pelicans sitting on a
pier. The beaks held the burning cigarette and would put it out if
the smoker forgot it. They set it on the small table outside