Something new for the Dynasty matriarch

Story by ksoma

tags: futa/female, sci-fi

tags oral sex, vaginal sex, cum play, selfcest

I like the idea of leaving some things as unknown, which is why the second set of tags is in a spoiler box. I get that people want to know, but at the same time i feel it gives away a reveal in the story, so the tags are there, but you don't NEED to see them if you want the surprise.

OK. So. I wrote this because I was motivated by the idea of a story contest, but this is, TECHNICALLY, fan fiction, as it is set in an established universe, though I did not use (or even mention) any established characters. Because of that, and because of its length, over 6,000 words, it would not be admissible to the story contest, based on previous rules. So I decided to just share it here, now.

Feedback and comments always welcome. I don't want to say where this is from, yet. I would be delighted if someone replies telling me what established universe I was using. I don't expect anyone to have heard of it, so if someone knows, that'll be a treat for me https://www.futanaripalace.com/images/smilies/Yahoo/1.gif

Something New for the Dynasty Matriarch She looked almost sixty years old. She was older, much older. Anyone could tell. The way she carried herself, her poise, dignity, self confidence, all pointed to many years of experience, in work, in love in life. Still, not many people allowed their bodies to age as much as she had allowed hers to before they rejuved. A pity, that, in her opinion. Modern medical tech meant that people could live just about forever, if they chose too, and so, of course, those who could stay young did. But she thought there were lessons to be learned, growing older. Maybe some things would be better if more people allowed themselves to experience old age. Then again, maybe that was her own, ancient prejudices talking.

Rachel Benneta was a few months shy of her four hundredth birthday. Her family was not pleased by her choice to prepare to undergo rejuvination now. The procedure took some fourteen months, which meant she would be is suspension for her fourth centennial, and she knew full well that that would ruin nearly a decade of clandestine planning for the party she wasn't supposed to know about. She found amusement in their aggravation. She preferred quieter affairs for her personal and family holidays, and knew a large part of her planed 'party' was an excuse to gather other rich, connected, and old (though not in body!) people at her families estate, where cocktail treats and champagne, dancing and socializing, and even celebrating her life, and this milestone, would all be an excuse for political and business horsetrading, as well as one grand family seeking to marry some great-great-grandchild off to another, in mutually beneficial contracts, both to the couple, and to the families financial interests.

Two centuries ago, she would have helped organize such an event herself, as well as using it herself to solidify her connections. A century ago she would have endured it for the sake of the Benneta family she was the ancestor and matriarch of. Now, with commercial business on seventeen worlds, including Earth, and expansion projects for six more underway? Now, that she had great-great-great-grandchildren married off into other dynasties and grand families? Now, that her grandson was serving his fourth term in the Commonwealth's senate? Such self serving events, no matter how refined, or bacchanal, seemed excessive and unnecessary, and almost unsightly to the very people they were designed to impress. It was a good time to go into rejuve, and her family would deal with it.

It was closing in on eight in the evening, and Rachel sat in her favorite chair in her study, solid wood, well padded, finished with real leather. Her family thought it was old and ugly. She thought they could take their opinions and shove 'em. They equated such a reaction from her to simply be part of how cranky she got as her body aged. They were equally distressed by the fact that she had a fire going. A real fire. Not that the fire posed any risk, the chimney was well maintained and the estate had a full fire suppression system, but the smoke left her great-great-greats running away as if they feared poison. Really, the lack of sense dynasty brats had, even hers, despite efforts to see them raised properly, left her speechless. A part of her considered simply backing up her memories in her secure store, whipping herself clean after rejuve, and start over, away from this craziness. She wouldn't do so, but the temptation was there.

Reclining, with a tumbler of brandy at the table beside her, she shifted through her virtual vision, examining the latest gene-mods. Many were the type the average civilian never saw, whether for security reasons, or just because of cost. Of course, any blocked fro

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