Blue Blossom Adventures

One thing was for certain, Henry Patton knew that if he was not careful, he would never leave this planet. Having grown up in such a conservative household, Henry had never experienced people expressing themselves in the way that they wanted. If anything, Celestianity, the religion of the Innocentia Colonies and his upbringing, created quite a homogeneous culture. Xaltea was anything but that.

At that moment, Henry was sitting in his expansive estate office with an open laptop in front of him, halfway typing an email to his sister Bethany. She had been the most open to talk. His father was supportive but distant about it, and his mother was sure that all the women at his estate were trying to “steal away your innocence,” as she put it in the few calls to him.

The window was open behind him with the sound of the planetary birds singing. There was no air conditioning per se, as Xalteans preferred to live with nature rather than against it. There was a device in the windows that would condense the air and create a cool breeze, like some sort of futuristic air conditioner, but it was rarely turned on. Henry suspected it had been installed for him.

Innocence. Henry glanced up from his computer to look across the room towards the smaller desk alcove where Siv was working on her own paperwork. That desk was set up for the Mistress or Administrator of the estate to not only do their own work but to easily communicate with the Lord.

The young woman Siv was doing the work now. Maevin had explained to Henry that she was the second in command of the Estate and a Mistress in training, so she was only second to the mistress of the estate. He had been told that if he needed something and Maevin could not get to him, Siv could act upon it for him. She was as powerful as the beautiful brunette when not in the same room.

Siv was stunning, much like many of the women at Blue Blossom estate. He would have been lying if he hadn’t noticed. She had a gorgeous figure that was easy to deduce from the robe-like garment she wore. It was a long piece of soft cloth with a hole for her head that draped down her front and back. It was then cinched with a sash around her waist so that her arms were free and showed her bare hips. With only that fabric, there were a few times that Henry had been going about his day, and the garment had shifted to expose her butt or her breasts had escaped.

Henry was always polite to look away before she noticed him looking and allowed her to cover back up.
This place was wild. It always made Henry realize the amount of power that he had been given by High Baron Avernell. He could easily tell Siv to take her clothes off, and she would do it without hesitation.

The young human lord came back from his thinking and realized that he had locked eyes with Siv, who was looking at him with a bemused expression. It was only then that he noticed her left breast was out from her moving the bundle of invitations from the work pile to the done pile.

“I’m so sorry!” Henry said quickly, looking away.

“Nothing to apologize for,” Siv responded casually.

Henry tried to focus on the computer again and not think about the voluptuous skin that he had just been given a memory of. He tried to get a few more words out but did not get far when he heard her get out of the chair. He looked up to see her walking over to him with a smile on her face, almost as if she was trying to comfort him from panicking.

“Yes?” he asked.

“May I be completely inappropriate with my words, Master?” Siv asked, sitting down in the plush chair in front of his desk.

“Ummm… I don’t know what you mean, but okay?”

She laughed, her voice tinkling unlike Maevin’s, which had a deep, mellow sound to it.

“Master, you really need to get over your aversion to our bodies,” Siv said matter-of-factly. “You have been here for almost a quarter. The summer is almost here, and you still blush and run away if we are undressed.”

“Oh… uh…” he said, blushing. “I mean—”

“We understood the world you came from, but it’s just silly now.”

Henry blinked, not quite sure how to respond. Siv’s expressive eyes watched his face for his emotion, and all he could do was smile awkwardly.

“I… um… I understand what you are saying, but your… um… privates—”

“Belong to you,” she finished.

Henry jumped at that.

“No! I refuse to accept you as property. You’re living, thinking people and—”

Siv reached across and placed her hand gently on his to calm him down.

“That’s not what I meant. Eta mi jnixubik, if the mistress heard me talking to you like this, I would be sent to the altar without hesitation. But… I think I need to be direct. So, if I overstep my bounds, Master, I accept your punishment.”

Henry was not quite sure how to respond to that, but she was not looking for an answer.

“We have a word in our language. Aema. The closest English translation that I have found is ‘consent.’”

“Oh, like to give permission.”

“Yes!” Siv said, brightening. “But in Xaltea, it is so much more powerful and hallowed. Aema means to consent with body and soul. It is something we swear to when we are bonded or join a house. We swear this in front of an inquisitor who must judge if our oath is from the heart.”

“Oh. It’s like a pledge.”

“A very strong pledge. We pledged our minds, souls, and bodies to our house to serve within the confines of the laws of our people.”

Henry could feel the seriousness in her voice as she explained the concept to him, and he nodded. He understood what she meant. He had taken an oath when he had joined the Innocentia Milita at eighteen and served out his required two years.

“So, you should never feel ashamed when it comes to telling us what to do, to correct us, and to make us better individuals for the house. Okay?”

Henry nodded, and she laughed.

“It also means you should stop being so worried about embarrassing us. I understand humans love to cover up, but our lack of concern over covering ourselves tells you how much we trust you.”

“Oh.”

Henry was still blushing, but he kept eye contact with Siv.

“Life is too short to not appreciate beauty. If you look up and see beauty, take the time to appreciate it. We will never complain about the loving gaze of our master.”

The war inside Henry was rough. He had been raised a certain way, but this woman who was risking her status was trying to teach him to appreciate the world he was in now.

“I understand. Thank you for taking the time to explain how I was offending you.”

“You weren’t—”

Henry stopped her, and it was her turn to blush.

“Siv.”

“I apologize for lying to you, Master.”

“It’s fine. Let’s see if I can learn from what you taught me.”

Siv stood with a nod, paused, and gave him a smile. In a smooth motion, she removed her arms from her sleeves and pulled her top down around her waist. Henry startled at the visage in front of him.

“Then, my Master. What do you think?”

Henry steeled himself, the embarrassment still churning in his gut, but he took the time to appreciate the bare breasts that had been shown to him. He made sure to take a moment to appreciate their slope, their fullness, and their beauty.

“You are very beautiful, Siv.”

“Thanks, but what about them?”

Henry swallowed.

“They are very beautiful too.”

“What are?”

“Your breasts are very beautiful.”

Siv covered herself and gave a nod, as if she was pleased that the lesson had sunk in. She turned to go back to her desk and then stopped. She turned around to look at him a bit sheepishly.

“If I may beg for a bit more consideration… if you could not tell the mistress we had this conversation. She would be very displeased I did this.”

“Why? You were teaching me culture.”

Siv laughed, but he heard the embarrassment in her voice. “She has her own rules of decorum for you.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

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