“They will like you just fine before they leave here because Drystan adores you and Drystan is family.”
He sighs. I fondle his balls for a few minutes, loving how they jump in my hand. “Can I ask you something that might come across as a little insensitive?” Rainer asks.
“Yes.”
“I don’t mean this offensively at all because I love their bodies. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and remarkable in my entire life.”
I smirk and squeeze his cock. His breath catches. “But you want to know why they don’t look like the bodies you’re used to seeing.”
Rainer nods.
“The teko were never meant to breed, so the monsters who created them tried to erase gender entirely. The intent, from what we understand, is that the teko were supposed to be sent out as cannon fodder. They were to take the brunt of the attacks so the hard-hitting troops behind them could cause some damage while their targets were distracted.”
“I thought the teko were children.”
“They were, which, as you can imagine, caused a lot of ethical dilemmas among those that they were attacking. That was also intentional. Those seconds when they hesitated to attack children meant that said children had time to attack without retaliation. It meant the actual soldiers behind them had time to attack while their targets’ defenses were down.”
“I feel like I’m going to say this a lot, but that’s sick.”
“Yep,” I agree. “But that’s the point. They were created specifically for that reason. They were created to be killed. Not to live. Not to breed. Not to ever be free of their prisons. I think by erasing their gender entirely, Silence was hoping that it would further solidify that the teko weren’t people. They were tools and would never be anything else.”
“I… I have no words for this.”
I do. Just as Rainer’s been saying. Sick. Just talking about it makes my stomach churn.
“What they actually created in so many cases were monsters who were stronger than the ones they were trying to kill off—those they believed too dangerous to exist. They createdmonsters that weren’t restricted by biology but created a third and fourth and fifth gender. Their biology could change as their situation changed. It could change as the need in their life changed. You were awake when we talked about kids in the dark room, weren’t you?”
Rainer nods.
“Drystan’s biology is truly a blank slate. Everything about him is neutral, and it changes based on what we need. That’s why he asked you what you wanted the other day when we fucked together for the first time. His body naturally aligns to what his lovers want, but you wanted him just the way he is so he didn’t change on his own. Your wants left him a blank slate, which, as you can imagine, he doesn’t run into often in his life.”
“He’ll grow a womb,” Rainer says, awed.
“Yep. It doesn’t grow in a traditional sense, but yeah, in the same way his body grew his dick sleeve for you. He becomes whatever best fits his environment.”
“Does that work for everything else about him too? His horns?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. He definitely understands. “His horns are, more than anything, a tell of his emotional state. Playful, neutral, terrified—it’s all displayed in his horns.”
“That's the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I agree. After the first hundred or so, almost all teko are like this.”
“Notto isn’t a teko,” Rainer notes.
“Correct. He’s an example of a true divinity class of the highest power. He’s not one or the other gender. He’s both. He’s all. That’s how the vast majority of the god-species are built. They, too, can carry children or deposit seeds. They simply are all.”
He shakes his head. “Perfection.”
“That’s what the divine are,” I muse.
“I’m going to preempt this again, assuring you I mean no offense when I ask this, but you said you’re a god-divine, too. You clearly have a big dick.”
I laugh. “I do and I am. I’m a different kind of god-divine where we’re almost all what humans generally refer to as male. That’s why my particular species has such a difficult time breeding.”
“Your male makeup matches mine? So no womb?”
“Correct. We need other wombs to create more gods, but we’re relatively incompatible with the vast majority of species. The only reason the Ra don’t die off is because we’re nearly impossible to kill. How do you kill a being made up of the sun? Obviously, setting him on fire doesn’t work. Contrariwise, submerging me in the depths of subzero temperatures doesn’t work because I create my own heat. Your only option is dismemberment, but again, I’m made up of the sun. Basically, good luck with that.”
