Epilog

Pan sat in his favorite seat.

The rocky outcrop had, of course, caught his eye on his first trips to Halfgard. Since Irenea stopped flying with him, he had explored the place. It was only visible when approaching from the north. In the middle of the dense jungle, the rock jutted out like an index finger over the 60–meter drop. Since then, he always stopped on the way back, be it just for a cigarette break or an overnight stay. Here the night was special, the really black sky and the intoxicating amount of stars often tempted him to spend the night under the open sky.

Now he sat on the rocky outcrop, his gaze wandering over the green jungle that stretched for many miles beneath his feet to the horizon. The dawning evening was conducive to remembering that tomorrow was his birthday, the 40th. Conara and Binara would prepare the seafood menu as early as late afternoon. He had bought himself a Set of new gold–plated uniform buttons, because some friends had died or fallen and he had cut off a button each time and placed it on the grave. He put one on Irenea's grave when he accompanied Pozzebon to the funeral. Her heart had stopped after fucking, Pozzebon said, in the middle of orgasm. A beautiful death, Pan thought.

The God Death had taken many with him. Binara's mother. He had taken her to his bed when she was 12 and deflowered her. She was a very sweet, fuckable and affectionate girl. She lay with him day in and day out for two years and had gotten pregnant. She kept coming to his bed during the pregnancy and in the following years, and Binara was his youngest child, who was pretty, lovely and very smart. Just as he had already taught Conara himself and sparked her interest in the books in his library, he taught Binara from the time she was 4. She liked to play with her peers and even more to sit in the library and read. He was home from late afternoon as often as he could and answered all her questions. Her mother came late in the evening, went to the bathroom and awaited her daughter and father in bed. Binara watched them fuck quietly and attentively, then snuggled up to him. At 6 or 7, she learned to masturbate and it was unmistakable that she had really proper fire in her ass. Her mother moved in with some gonnie men and rarely came to his bed. Binara stayed with him, that's what they all three wanted. Her mother was sure that the Master would support Binara in everything in the best way.

Binara's mother had died of leukemia the previous year; she was only 35. That was the first time he consciously thought about death. His ancestors, the d'Aubonvilles, had always lived to a ripe old age over the centuries. They had mostly died in their 90s, which was quite old even then. Of course, the d'Aubonvilles had always been warriors or rulers. The d'Aubonvilles also died earlier sometimes, they fell in battle or were assassinated. He himself thought that he would fall in battle, but the telepaths nowadays never died in battle. He was much more likely to live past 90 and pass away peacefully. A shiver ran down his spine. Conara and Binara would surely die before him, hardly any Half lived past 50.

Fyy would outlive them all, she had been created 60 years ago as a 16 year old girl, she was a unique android and would not pass away until there was no more power. She was his loyal companion, committed to serve him until his death, be it as a lover, a detective, researcher, monitor of all channels and people. She was certainly the smartest person in his world, she thought and felt like a human being and could think her way into all situations. She was a telepath and also mastered black, forbidden magic, telekinesis and teleportation. Above all, she had been his most devoted lover for 25 years, with her 16–year–old body and 60 years of experience in sex, she lay always in his arms when he needed her.

His dominatrix had been the victim of an assassination attempt last year and nearly died. Her companions had been uninjured in the crash of the rigged glider, but Lan's right arm had been severed. She received an artificial arm at the Pontifical Academy, which worked very well. If you didn't know, you didn't realize it was just an intelligent prosthesis. Lan lamented to him that she could no longer masturbate with the arm, she had tried again and again with increasing desperation, but she had no feedback from her arm, hand and fingers. For a while a servant had to do it, but she very soon got two or three well equipped gonnie men in bed, because that was the only way she could get the daily orgasms. She was no longer in love with him, but she called him over every few weeks. He gave her as many orgasms as he could and she kept him up to date on government business. He was quite sure by now that she was no longer spying on him. She was about the same age as he was, but her ancestors had mostly died young, hardly anyone lived to 50. He had talked to her about it after the assassination attempt and she was sure she would die before 50 too like her ancestors. But she really wanted to die naturally. She had sought out the string–puller of the assassination in the dungeon after the trial, strangled him herself with her strong prosthesis, and hung the body from the grate, a classic suicide.

Pan stretched out on the moss. His gaze slid over the stars, searching for the mythical figures he knew from astronomy class. The fleeing nymph pursued by the buck–footed faun. The star Uzgurani, the brightest star that shone bright white in the glans of the faun. This was the allegorical representation of the planet's society: the men ran after the girls with erect cocks. The faun's cock pointed directly at the pubic mist that covered the nymph's cleft. Pan groped in his pocket for the golden cunt of Lia. Every day he touched this golden gem, he knew all the details of Lia's cunt. He had fucked Lia only three times in this year, and 20 times the year before. She fucked by far the best of the human women he knew. She had somehow slipped away from him; she had fallen completely for her Odo. She had agreed to Ben selling the two Tali girls. She hardly ever let the black girls fuck her anymore, and Ben didn't find fucking the Tali girls very exciting anyway.

Pan had been attending the funerals of the gonnies more and more often and in return the respect of the little people for their master increased. The number of his gonnies increased very slowly, there were currently about 42, which was 12 more than when Master Guo died 20 years ago. They managed his household perfectly, all the rooms shone with cleanliness and his cooks and chefs were the best far and wide. And they passed on their knowledge from generation to generation. His gonnie chefs were often borrowed from neighbors when something special needed to be cooked. Pan almost never sat around their campfire, but he treated the little people very well, friendly and helpful. He sent them to Conara when they were sick and paid the expenses. Almost no one did that except him. Likewise, his gonnies could buy whatever they wanted from plantations and grocers. No one else allowed that.

He still took young gonnie girls into his bed, he really liked fucking the fiery young girls. The gonnie girls knew much better than the human women how and when the master needed an orgasm. Binara was the last girl he had conceived with the gonnie women. However, he had fathered many halfboys with the gonnie girls. He taught these sons to read, write, and do arithmetic; they were allowed to read anything to further their education. But none of the sons grew on him the way Conara and Binara did. They grew up with their gonnie families and when they were old enough, he placed them with plantation owners who treated them decently. They had learned to fuck from the gonnies and were most welcome by the women and girls in the plantations. Long ago, Fyy was the only one who knew exactly who and where his Half–sons were.

Once Chief Engineer Tinan gave him a huge cannon complete with special aiming device, it would be better than anything the Bangurelians currently had. The aiming device was a real marvel, Tinan pointed out. He gave the commander the technical drawings and design specifications, and the military could replicate the super cannon. Tinan said that unfortunately there was no one like Wengin, but he was very sure that his people could do better than the military engineers. He had shown the cannon to the general and collected 20,000 credits, which he gave to Conara and Binara. Binara had examined the new aiming device and raved about it. He spoke to Tinan and congratulated him.

Pan had been lying with Dara once a month for years now, but she was still girlishly in love with him, she could fuck just divinely and there was no reason at all to put virgins in his bed. Dara had maybe 12 or 13 years left to live. She had already decided on a successor, it was young Phi, who was at the end of her law studies and now rode with the older judges to learn the practice. He knew Phi, Budicca had given her to him when she was 13 and he had deflowered and fucked the lovely, fuck happy, very fuckable and bright girl. He only saw her again now, as a pretty and relatively tall woman in her early 20's. Dara had once asked if he wanted to fuck Phi tonight, because Phi was quite addicted to fucking and had already asked if the Commander could be fucked, but he had shaken his head. Maybe if she were Queen some day, he said with embarrassment. Dara didn't like to think about her own dying; she had completed all the formalities. The successor had been chosen, the funeral arranged. She also wanted to be burned at the stake and leave her ashes to the wind. He had said to her after a council meeting that the lion clan would murder her one day, but she looked at him with flashing eyes and showed him her fist. She was still capable of punching them on the nose, goddammit!

He stretched out on the moss, gazed at the stars for a while longer, and closed his eyes. It was time to sleep, tomorrow bright and early he would fly home. Jana's horny daughters danced frivolously in front of his eyes with their legs obscenely spread and tugged madly at their clits.

It was his 40th birthday.