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Kitana

Neo-human #0.1

 

Copyright Rodney C. Johnson

 

 

Kitana© 2013 by Rodney C. Johnson and Roadrunner Books, a division of ThunderHawk Enterprises. All Rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

 

Cover art by Roark Dallas.

 

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Table of Contents

Part 1. Songbirds 

Part 2. A Rooster Among His Hens 

Part 3. Disciplined Dove 

GLOSSARY 

Also By... 

About The Author 

 

 

 

Part 1. Songbirds

 

In his lifetime, the Shotar romanced numerous attractive women. First his Queen, the incomparable Nadia Korelia and later, Frederika. Yet, the girl who Sharr Khan came to call Kitana brought with her a youthful, rebellious sexuality, into a palace that discovered itself at the head of a growing superpower. As a sovereign nation, we Falcanians rose up to find our place. I think the Shotar's relationship with this young woman helped him transition over into his new role as leader of a people, suddenly on the world theater.

--- Shreik Trakan. The Fallen: A Biography Of The First Shotar

 

 

[Vorkrür Island, Evening. August 7, 2019]

Jasmine Thayer, like many of the Shotar's Oskien ran toward dark haired, light-eyed and quite busty. The green-eyed, curly haired brunette did not disappoint. Curves were admired by Sharr Khan, who didn't much care for waifs in his nodor.

Originally Welsh, before she'd undergone Rashalon to be transformed into a silvery-blue winged Falcanian. She'd been a Page 3 Girl in her former life, which is how Sharr Khan happened to notice her and how she garnered an invite to visit Kuras, the original Falcanian settlement located on the subcontinent. Infatuated with the Welsh girl, Sharr Khan asked Jasmine to become a Falcanian. Not an uncommon practice. Motivated by the notion she could then give birth to the Shotar's offspring, Jasmine readily agreed to go through with the procedure. Sure enough, not long after, Jasmine bore him a daughter. A fact which cemented her place in the Palace. Imperial progeny, even those begot on concubines were treasured. Of course Jasmine realized there were reasons such offspring were encouraged. Rumor had it; complications existed in the Queen's reproductive status. Though she'd managed to provide him two daughters.

Many beautiful women dwelt in Sharr Khan's harem, mostly brunettes, and few blondes. When it came to blondes, Sharr Khan could be rather fussy. Yet among this multitude of gorgeous females, the incomparable blue-eyed Robotess, Nadia Korelia endured no rivalry. As Queen, her shadow loomed over the nodor. The Oskien were aware she pronounced the rules which they lived under. It might be Sharr Khan's serail, yet it proved to be Nadia's demesne.

Ah, the new arrival. Jasmine spotted Kitana Sang, who lounged about the inviolable nodor in nothing but sparest of clothing. Only one male could enter this section of the mansion, so often the Oskien walked around naked, or nearly so.

“Kitana.”

“Jasmine,” said Kitana curtly, coal-black eyes peered over her tablet.

Why are new girls so standoffish?, thought Jasmine and sighed. “Not long ago, I to was new here.” Said Jasmine, though the red-winged Kitana did her best to pretend not to hear. “Sharr's a bit of a fancy for British birds.” She giggled. “Could be because our tits tend to be so big.” Jasmine eyed Kitana very annoyed that she was being ignored. Observed: For a ballerina, her boobs sure are huge. “Am I bothering you?”

Placing aside her reading, Kitana snapped. “Yes.”

“I'd stow that attitude if I were you.” Jasmine warned.

“Or what?” Kitana got up, hands on hips.

“Forget it.” Jasmine sneered. “You'll find out.”

“No. Tell me!”

Jasmine began to walk away.

Perhaps it had been Jasmine's self-assured posture, or maybe her implied threat, but Kitana could not abide either. She grabbed the Welsh Oskien, and pushed her over the settee where a few seconds before she'd been reading.

Hair pulling ensued, as well as the sound of screaming soon traveled the Imperial residence.

Into a frenzied girl-fight Tansuri Roy entered. Being Sharr Khan's Chief Concubine meant keeping control over the nodor. “Kitana, get off her now!” The beautiful Sikh sitarist scolded. That didn't do the trick, not that she'd really expected for it to, so Tanusri let loose a shrill whistle.

Kitana blinked and realized an audience of women collected to witness the catfight. Tanusri Roy, mistress of the nodor stood glaring disapproval.

Free of Kitana, Jasmine quickly stood.

“What caused this fight?” Demanded Tansuri.

“Kitana's been a spoiled brat. I thought I'd offer her some free advice about keeping her attitude in check. You know how the new girls are Tanu. Many of us think we're all that when we become a part of this household.” Jasmine volunteered. “I tried to warn her, how she'd end up in trouble. Next thing I knew she jumped me.”

“Is that what happened Kitana?”

Rather than respond, Kitana folded her arms over her chest, the whole while, her plated-tail swung back and forth irritated. What did they know? She was the Shotar's new favorite. Surely these women noticed how much attention Sharr paid to her?

“Answer me.”

“Maybe.”

“Just maybe?” Tanusri Roy's fine brow arched. “Kitana, I'm going to have to report this incident to Sharr. He won't be pleased.” She tsked. “Penalty for such disgraceful actions means the cane. No matter the Shotar's affection for you, my dear girl, you're not above the rules.”

Kitana only huffed. Yeah right, she thought. No one's gonna cane me. I got more than enough of that back home in Korea... Delicate fingers however, involuntary moved in the direction of her tight ballerina’s derriere, not caring to experience such a humiliation ever again. Her own father, part of the ruling Korean regime was very strict with his only daughter. Not that her life hadn't been opulent back then. It had, though that opulence was all but lost to her in the horrid war which propelled Kitana into this lifestyle as a courtesan.

“Don't believe me do you?” Tanusri cocked her head in the direction of Jasmine, who really didn't bother to conceal an evil grin. “Ask your wrestling companion there. Jasmine knows the consequences of breaking rules.”

“And I got it for far less than what you just did.” Jasmine smugly said. “All I wanted to do was give a new girl fair warning.” Sympathetic. “Now, you went and got into the trouble that I tried to keep you out of. When you're ordered to strip, go out into the garden, to be bent over a rack and thrashed by one of Sharr's hunky Drakorian Guards, don't come crying to me.”

The tiniest bit worried, Kitana Sang continued to stand defiant among the chattering women, black eyes hooded and exquisitely pointed chin upturned. Sharr would never, ever abuse her like that. Would he? If he did, she'd... She'd... Do what exactly? This life was much too delightful to give up. Besides, she really couldn't go anywhere else. Kitana no longer had a home. Doubtful anything the concubine threatened Sharr with could prevent him from enforcing his rules. Of course Kitana remembered, these weren't exactly his rules.

 

 

 

Part 2. A Rooster Among His Hens

 

Being Sharr Khan's Majordomo, you notice these sort of things. Here's a secret. the Shotar's Kajra Re, if anything, was often far more possessive of Sharr Khan then his wife. The Queen, whatever her reasons might have been, had a hand in turning Sharr Khan into what we (his close friends) often referred to as an 'accidental womanizer'. The man I knew, wouldn't have gotten involved in as many sexual encounters, did not Nadia herself go out of her way to pick women for him to fuck. Perhaps it was her need to experiment?

--- Shreik Trakan. The Fallen: A Biography Of The First Shotar

 

 

Sharr Khan thrust into his wife's moist slit, filled her up with a rush of sperm. Enjoyed the sight of those bright-blue incandescent Morningstar eyes, lit in-pleasure. She pushed her hips upward to meet his engorged cock. The missionary position, not how they typically made love. The Shotar preferred to enter a female's khabuss from behind. Yet, Sharr Khan could not deny, he

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Publication Date: 05-18-2017

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