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Dedication

All my respect and love to Shadoe—you know why.

And to Allie. When I needed it, you pushed me; you consoled me, cried with me and took away my

ellipses. Thank you.

Author’s Note

Throughout the text there are a number of Rbquarmli words and phrases. I have included a glossary for

your convenience. Enjoy!

Prologue

Planet Rb’qarm, One Fael after the surrender of Rb’nTraq

His world was in chaos.

Sick at heart, young Prince Glendevtorvas exited the prison cell of the high-caste Lord Glentereion, jaw

clenched tight against the urge to release his rage and pain. The gloating captive had just confirmed the

reality of the threat the prince had received anonymously. After years of grueling, relentless battle,

Glendevtorvas and his loyal warriors had finally won the generations-long civil war, but since hearing the

information the defeated general had smugly imparted, the victory had chilled to bitter ashes, leaving a

nasty taste in Glendevtorvas’ mouth.

Lord General Glentereion had been happy to inform the young warrior-prince of the Lord General’s

brilliantly laid plans. Glendevtorvas had listened in growing horror to the story of how, even as the enemy

fell in final defeat, a suicide taskforce had been dispatched to loose a heinous revenge: they’d introduced

an insidious poison into the atmospheric cycle of the Rb’qarmshi home world. The poison, tasteless and

deadly, was even now entering the food chain. Once situated, it would attack one specialized marker on

the DNA thread of every Rb’qarmshi fem , destroying their ability to flower, thus rendering all fem —and

their male counterparts—sterile.

Having lost their revolt, the enemy cared not that they condemned themselves as well.

What in the hurdles of Pythin could these people have been thinking, targeting fem as their victims?

Glendevtorvas shook his head in horrified disbelief over the unfairness of his world’s fate. Were he and

his friends never to have a mate…never to sire children?

He had to remember that throughout his two worlds, males would suffer through this tragic time along

with the fem in their lives. It was his job to comfort his people, yet in his secret heart the prince doubted

his ability to serve his people effectively.

The war that had raged for over two hundred years was finished, but unless a miracle came along, so,

too, was the Rb’qarmshi race…

Earth, San Francisco, May 10, 2005

The heat of the wreck was horrific. A disjointed, garish jumble of fractured memories coalesced

into choppy action upon the screen of Glennora’s dreaming mind, and she moaned, seeing herself

as a young child thrown from a wrecked conveyance with great force. Nnora winced as she heard,

recalled, a whimper of pain escaping bruised lips, saw a tiny thumb popping free of plump baby

lips.

“Mama!” Nnora understood her dreaming self to call—the instinctual cry of a hurt, lost child.

While asleep, she always knew and could understand the conversation, though when she awoke,

she could never recall the words. Her waking mind erased the experience every morning.

“Get…back! Get…free…child of…mine,” groaned a voice, harsh and weak sounding to Nnora’s

dreaming ears.

She watched helplessly as her younger dream-self ignored the command, falling on unsteady feet

as she tried to reach the one who represented comfort and care, wandering perilously close to the

raging flames ignited by the spilled fuel.

“Mama!”

A blackened hand reached to push her away, yet the child persisted. Nnora wailed along with her

child-self at the ringing slap falling on soft cheeks and echoing in a troubled memory.

Never struck before, her child-self screamed with the grief of betrayal and hurt.

Again, the harsh whisper to leave came.

Her dream-self, the child, could not recognize her mother in the bloody, blackened thing that

warned her away with the life-giving sting of rejection. The adult, watching, but unable to

comfort, could not impart her understanding. Sobbing aloud, Nnora watched her dream-self back

away, still calling piteously for the one who had never before deserted her…

Planet Rb’qarm, Three Fael after the surrender of Rb’nTraq

Thirteen cycles, roughly twenty Earth years, had passed since the ending of the Rb’nTraq Rebellion.

Both Rb’nTraq and Rb’qarm , their citizenry decimated by the military actions seen during battle and the

introduction of the Rb’nTraq Solution, were fighting a desperate war of survival.

The poison, though it had been quickly neutralized upon discovery and isolation, had done its work too

well. Search as they might, the coalition of Rb’qarmshi - Rb’nTraqi doctors and scientists had not been

able to find a single viable fem .

An older, grimmer Prince-Regent Glendevtorvas—along with his cabinet and both castes of

Lords—strove desperately to find answers to the “solution.” He was determined, somehow, to avert the

extinction of his people.

To that end, he had accepted the role of Regent from his father so he could ram his aggressive programs

of reunification and rebuilding down the throats of both sets of High-Caste Lords and Ladies. Loyal to

his father’s vision of a peaceful coexistence of Rb’nTraq and Rb’qarm , he allowed no one to trespass

his laws of tolerance and forgiveness.

With that stern, implacable spirit, he had ruthlessly quelled the uprisings of the Rb’qarmshi commoners,

bent on venting their ire on their innocent Rb’nTraqi counterparts. The social programs were in place and

functioning, yet still the populace was in turmoil. The suicide rate increased daily. Many among the

infected fem , confronted with a lifetime of loneliness, had chosen to end their existence, thus adding to

the pain and loss of the already emotionally overwhelmed masses. Young men, destined to live their lives

alone, turned to mayhem and crime, and kept the warrior caste busy policing their sectors and ensuring

the safety of the citizens of the different wards.

Lonely and frustrated, a large portion of his youth bled away in service to his people, Glendevtorvas was

often tempted to give up. Then a pleading look, a sobbing father, brother, mate or child would look to

him for solace, for answers—and he knew he could not stop until he found a way out of this terrible

chaos…

Earth, San Francisco, May 20, 2005

“Nnora, wake up! It’s just a dream, Nnora!”

“I’m okay… I’m good. Thanks, Lori. I’m awake now.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Honestly.”

Glennora endured the intense study her sister subjected her to, knowing Lori would not leave until she

was convinced of her “little” sister’s emotional well-being. She slumped in relief when her concerned

sibling nodded her satisfaction and left her side to return to her own bed. Nnora continued to suppress

her shudders and hold her breath until she heard her foster sister settle down in her bed. She didn’t want

to disturb Lori’s sleep any further.

Her foster sib would be up early, preparing her speech as the keynote speaker at some highbrow

biochemical symposium scheduled for eight a.m. Lori’s peers and clients put extraordinary demands on

her time—she had a grueling schedule that Wonder Woman would have found hard to keep up with. The

last thing she needed to be doing was coddling a grown woman with nightmares. Nnora was too proud

of Lori’s achievements to allow her own dysfunctional needs to interfere with her sister’s career.

Glennora sat up amid her tousled bed covers, scrubbing her face free of tears. Drawing an uneven

breath, she fought to clear her mind and calm her agitated emotions. It was hard to do. The sights and

smells and feelings of the recurring dream were so…overwhelming. The sudden reappearance of the

childhood dream had to be due to her upcoming trip to Mars. The journey would mark the first time

she’d returned to the world that had been her home as an infant and she was naturally feeling some

anxiety.

She was of two minds. She wanted to go—she didn’t want to go. Oh, she wanted to see her half-sibs

and her father and his wife, again, but she was afraid seeing the palace and the surrounding grounds

would bring back memories she couldn’t cope with.

Damn. I’ve finally adjusted to this world! I don’t want my life to change!

Nnora straightened her covers, turned, pounded her pillow and threw herself back down. She knew she

wouldn’t sleep anymore tonight. Once awakened, her body had quickly made its needs known. Her

mound felt heavy and tender, her empty vagina throbbed and wept. The plump flesh of her breasts was

swollen and achy, and her nipples drew tighter and stiffer as she lay with her hands clasped beneath her

head, determined not to touch herself.

She was in heat.

Like a damned cat, she wanted some cock. Tonight. Now. Unlike a cat, however, Nnora knew from

painful experience that not just any Tom would do. It would take Rb’qarmshi cock to ease the growing,

insistent ache gnawing at the tender flesh between her clenched thighs.

Why are males so stupid? Why did they have to kill each other off until there were no grown males left?

Well, no grown males I can mate with! Father isn’t in the mix and his cronies are too damned old. Nnora

almost laughed aloud remembering the old wrinkled-up fossil that had propositioned her with talk of

lapping up her juices. “Eeuww! Not living…not even when I’m dead,” she whispered, spreading her

thighs to ease the constriction of her labia.

The problem was, even that decrepit old dinosaur was beginning to look palatable.

She hurt.

With a despairing cry quickly muffled behind her left fist, Nnora slipped her hand between her legs,

fingering open her tender folds. The cool air washing over her distended clit caused her to shudder. Her

hips jerked upward to meet her teasing fingers.

“Go slow, go slow!” she chanted under her breath, forcing her hand to pause. “Make it last!” But she

already knew tonight was going to be a Jumbo night. Reaching to the concealed panel in her headboard,

Nnora drew out the pouch that held her favorite lubrication gel and the dildo she had nicknamed Jumbo.

Twelve inches long with a circumference of four inches, Jumbo was a state-of-the-art, battery-driven

wonder. Made of the newest real-skin material, it was warm and velvety soft on the outside, hard as

plasteel on the inside. The piece de resistance was the head section with the accordion action.

Yep, Jumbo had cost her a pretty penny, but it was money well spent. Nnora couldn’t help the hungry

sigh that slipped past her lips as she rubbed the slick head between her labia and against her clitoris. She

positioned the cock at her seeping entrance, canting her hips up as her free hand pressed down on the

sensitive swell of her belly. The tension sent a delicious thrill all through her lower body and up into her

jutting breasts. A deft thrust sent the dildo surging up into the clasping grip of her needy vagina.

Yeah! Fill my pussy up. Get in there and pump! That’s what I like…nice thick cock reaming me!

Nnora bit her bottom lip, the slight pain helping her focus, keeping her cries sub-vocal as she pumped her

arousal higher with her naughty thoughts and her steady thrusting of Jumbo. A flick of the remote started

the head action, and Nnora wedged the pseudo-cock up to its hilt, the pleasure rolling and swelling within

as, crossing her ankles to hold the thick cock within her, she undulated against it. She shimmied her hips

and torso to intensify the sensations of the dong within her hot, wet sheath while her nipples throbbed and

burned, aching with unfulfilled need. She pinched and tugged on them, massaging them with the palms of

her hands, frantic to reach the taunting, always retreating finish line of orgasmic completion.

Something was missing…something elusive, just out of her reach…and she didn’t know what it was,

only knew she needed it desperately.

Her nipples peaked, stabbing toward the ceiling as her legs stiffened and jerked. Her pussy clamped

down on the dildo, squeezing in a rhythmic pulsating beat as fire flashed through her nerve endings. Even

as she convulsed with the first of a building series of orgasms, a new ache began, tormenting and teasing

Nnora with the itching, burning need for more.

She needed more…a partner…a lover. The lifeless cock between her legs mocked her attempt at

satisfaction. Without the missing emotional attachment, the orgasms were unsatisfying and unfulfilling.

Sobbing as she came, Nnora turned her head to the side and allowed her silent tears to soak into the

pillow…

Planet Rb’qarm, Royal Palace, Four Fael after the surrender of Rb’nTraq

The announcement by a diligent archivist of the possibility of a long-forgotten colony of rebels electrified

the two planets. It had begun as a rumor. “There was another rebellion…a thousand years

back…exiles…whole family groups…enough to start a colony…”

During the thousand years since the exiled renegade group of families had been placed aboard ships and

aimed toward a distant star, they must surely have given birth to fem …had they not perished in the

interim. Those fem would be free from the taint of the war.

Actual records of the group of dissenters had been hard to unearth, but a diligent search, led by his

father, finally revealed the story of a royal sibling exiled after an abortive attempt to usurp the throne. The

lords that had sided with the ousted princess had been banished alongside her and her family. She and

her followers had chosen life over death, had opted to board a generation ship—navigational system

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