how stuck up and ridiculous the aristocracy is! It would be a grave insult if someone were to even look at your breasts. By exposing yourself and having no one allowed to actually look, it’s a sign of respect for me.”
“Alright,” she says. “Let’s get this over with.”
29
Catherine
I feel naked as we step out of the car and into the garden.
Then I see everyone else, and I don’t feel as bad.
I was expecting the women to mostly have big thick dresses on, like from the Victorian era, but it’s not like that. Cygnian women are wearing a lot of tight clothes, and some are even rocking bare breasts, as well. I see a few other human women, and they too are bare-chested.
I sigh. It’s like a nudist colony, I guess. I’ve never been to one, but I always heard people say that “you get used to it really fast.”
At least I get to keep my ass covered here.
We’re outside the estate and there are floating lights floating above the garden; some are a cool yellow, others a more moody pale red. I don’t see any strings or rope, but somehow the lights are just floating and flying slowly around. They move around as the crowd does, keeping the light always flattering and not too harsh.
A waiter hands us drinks, and as I go to take a sip, I see my first human male since before I was frozen.
He’s wearing a white vest with nothing beneath it. His pants are white and his cock is just hanging out of it.
“Don’t stare,” Krakon says, sipping his drink.
“I wasn’t,” I whisper at him, pissed off that he thinks I was...okay, I was staring, but not because I liked what I saw, but just because a guy is walking around a fancy ball with his cock hanging out!
“It’s just shocking,” I whisper.
“Same deal as your tits,” he says, shooting me a cocky smirk.
“Dathros,” I say, elbowing him. He’s breaking character.
The woman the human is with is a pure-blooded Cygnian aristocrat. She’s at least a foot taller than the human, and she reaches down and squeezes his cock. She tugs on it, as if using it like a leash, and he follows her away.
“Did she just…?”
Krakon raises his eyebrows. “Female Cygnians with human males are...it’s hard to understand.”
There’s something in his voice that I can’t quite put my finger on, but he is definitely staring at them. He doesn’t look away until I touch his arm.
“Dathros,” I say. “Shouldn’t we look for Mi Kiorus?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I should.”
It takes us about thirty minutes of small talking with various people until Mi Kiorus finally comes over to us.
“Mi Eukarion,” he says.
Krakon smiles and extends a hand. “Mi Kiorus.”
“Just call me Gethros,” he says.
Gethros Mi Kiorus is at least fifteen years older than Krakon. And for Krakon to get where Gethros is, it would have to be quite an indulgent fifteen years. The robe hides it some, but Gethros has a big gut, though his arms are muscular. Still, his face is swollen in the way that older men who don’t take care of themselves tends to get. Despite the wear and tear on his body, his features are still handsome and his smile is charming
Krakon nods. “And call me Dathros.”
“And who is this?” Gethros asks, smiling at me.
I’m amazed that he looks me right in the eyes. Even though my tits are hanging out in plain sight, he doesn’t look at them. Even wearing a freaking t-shirt, I’m used to men always looking down at my tits when they talk to me. Gethros doesn’t. Not even once.
“Catherine,” I say.
“Beautiful name,” he says.
He turns his attention back to Krakon. “I almost gave in, too. If my wife hadn’t been so beautiful, I might have let go, too.”
His wife, Maya, is the woman from the winery.
Thraxa taught me the term. Letting go. Giving in. The aristocrats know their days are numbered. They don’t look down on people who take a human, even though it means their pure race is dying out. It’s seen as such an inevitability and such an irresistible urge that no one holds animosity toward those who do it.
Krakon shrugs. “She’s worth it. Now, let’s talk about wine.”
Maya joins us, and soon the two men leave us alone as they iron out the details of the deal.
Maya brings me into the estate. It has marble floors, art everywhere, and even a fountain and pool in one of the rooms.
Maya is really into art, as I