the tales of brave Ulysses

You narrow your eyes slightly and mutter "Naughty bunnies..." Before pulling your shirt over your head. Placeing it on the bed you spy your new loves takeing in your form and licking their lips. You arnt swoll as they say but your not out of shape, a life time of liveing and working out in the wilderness has left you with a fit but still slightly scrawny body. (Runners physic with alittle more muscle tone, more or less)

Turning to the girls you smile while undoing your belt. "Can I ask you two something?" Fran and Jote dont hear you. (To busy ogleing your chest) "GIRLS!" They meep in suprise. "D-did you say something my love?" Jote manages to stutter out as her face turns a dark crimson.

Chuckleing at their antics you lean closer to them as you pull your pants down. "Well, I wanted to ask you two why the Village seems to hate the clerk." Fran seem's thoughtfull for a second before answering. "Well John..it's his smell."

"You cock your head in confusion slightly. "His smell?" Jote nods. "Yes, as you may or may not know we Viera have a very sensitive sence of smell. And that clerk, besides being a letcher and an idiot, smells wrong." Fran shudders slightly before adding "Unnatural.."

You stnd scratching your chin in contemplation. "How...do I smell?" Fran and Jote smile loveingly at this as they rise and head toward you. "You my love smell natural, you smell of loam, and the forest." Jote walks around you traceing her fingers across your fram very gently.

"You smell of the first frost of winter, a fresh kill used honorably. (your eyes enlarge in suprise slightly seeing that your job is a hunting guide.)" Fran mimics her sister but in the opposite direction. They encircle you and move closer.

"Inshort your scent is simmilar to one of us my belovid." Jote whispers as she nibbles your earlobe elicting a small groan. "It is such a strong scent that we are hard pressed not to take you here and now. My. Mate." Fran adds as she breaths into your other ear drawing out the last two words so coated with lust you almost feel sticky.

"But, we have a celebration to attend, so hop to it!" Jote exclaims with a playfull giggle as she slaps your ass causeing you to jump slightly. "Oh you two are so going to GET IT when we get home!" You growl out in mock anger. "Looking forward to it my belovid. Now hurry, the feast awaits!"

With that Fran and Jote enter the outer room leaving you to change. The feast is held in the same meeting hall that you met your loves in. Long lowslung tables are arranged in a half circle and are surrounded by thousands of pillows. takeing your seat in between Fran and Jote you notice many admireing looks toward you and your new wardrobe.

The affair is simple but delicious, home grown vegetable dishs and many different kinds of meats along with generous helpings of a strangely sweet whine. Halfway through the meal the village story teller appears and begins the tales of the Viera's early past.

Deep inside you feel a happieness and a feeling of bieng truly accepted. a feeling that you've never had with anyone, not even your blood relatives. Seeing that your eyes seem to be misting up Fran and Jote place their hands on your shoulders gently. "John? Is something wrong?" Jote asks in a genuanly conserned tone.

Whipeing your eyes you smile warmly to your new family. "No my hearts, everything is perfect." This statment pleases them to no ends. suddenly however the story teller walks towards you. "Good evening honored ser, did you enjoy our tales?"

A grin splits your face as you nod happly. "Very much so, honored keeper!" The keeper smiles happly and in a mirthfull tone asks. "Would you care to weve a tale of your own people's past? Surely the hume world has had its share of heros?"

Takeing that as a good natured challange you rise to your feet. "Hmm...I do know a tale or two.." The crowd start to yell. "Tell us John!" "Please, tell us!" You wave your hands in a placateing motion. "Ok, ok, you've twisted my arm. I shall now tell you the tale of the ancient hume hero Ulysses."

And into the night you wieve your tale exclaiming the virtues of Brave Ulysses. Your overly dramatic exclamations and acting the parts with gusto have the Viera enraptured. You fail to notice Fran and Jote Stareing at you with utter addoration, and another faint scence of warmth emanating from your bracer.

Mirjn turns to her love struck sisters." He truly is a child of the Green my sisters. You and he will always have a home here." Jote and fran smile to Mirjn and ask. "When will you tell him though?" "On the morrow when you leave for his home. I have to prepare the gift the village will give him and prepare the return markings so you all may come home from where ever you rome.