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Chapter 2

Butler Frank sat at the computer and scoured the Internet for suitable offers, which would bring Camilla Queen, her stepbrother and himself at least rudimentarily in the required direction.

"Miss Queen," the Doberman hubbed, "what exactly do they have in mind as a transport vehicle?"

"Anything. Surely you'll be able to find something with your superior AI," the fox-wolf sighed.

"Maybe, but I'd like to have more precise parameters. Otherwise, I can listen to their anger again afterwards."

"Whatever," Camilla countered, rolling her eyes, pulling up a chair, sitting down next to her butler, and staring at the offers of air travel.

Frank Simson had found some suitable things and presented them proudly, but still questioning.

"Well," the fox-wolf muttered at first, but then grew louder, "There...that's it exactly."

"What, you don't mean that rust bucket, do you?"

"What do they have against it? Do they want to travel with a luxury voucher?"

"That would definitely be better than what they want now."

"Frank, think about it. If we know about this artifact, that is, this fragment, this fragment of the mythological Osiris, then it would be downright foolish to travel officially."

"You mean we would be a good target?" asked Camilla's butler.

"Good thinking, electron brain."

"Please don't call me that, it's degrading. I'm a Doberman," Frank replied, slightly scowling.

"Frank, if they were a real Doberman, we wouldn't be sitting so peacefully next to each other. Because then they would have a big problem right now, which would show very clearly in their crotch."

The artificial Doberman sighed and nodded in agreement. "They're right about that, though, and at this moment I'm also glad it's not."

"See, and now they're just giving me one good reason, one fact, why we shouldn't rent this old piece of junk?"

"You mentioned that others might know about this fragment."

"Yes! What are they getting at?"

"Think about it. Where would you think they'd be first?"

"Certainly not where I want to go," Camilla became sterner.

"But exactly that."

"Hmmm..." grumbled the fox-wolf.

"... Miss Queen. Nothing would be more logical for a persecutor of their person than to assume that they do exactly what they always do ..."

"... namely to travel alone, far from any publicity and renouncing pomp?"

"Very well combined. Therefore, it is recommended that we do exactly what is not expected of them ..."

"...in the middle of the fray and standing in the spotlight?"

"Perfect deduction, Miss Queen. If they stage a grand entrance and show up with their stepbrother just screaming for scenes and drama, basically nothing can happen. They're under constant surveillance, so to speak."

"I hate it when anyone can see up my skirt all the time," Camilla pouted.

"You're not supposed to lift this one either."

"I don't have to in my current state. My scent alone should be enough."

"See and already we have a just about perfect shield around them."

"Lots of horny guys," mused the fox-wolf.

"What they call them is their stuff, but it applies."

"All right. Then arrange everything necessary and see that my stepbrother comes home and packs his things. I want to leave as soon as possible."

"We leave in two days," Frank announced at the same moment.

"What did they find?"

"They'll love it. Business class, front deck, a cabin with a direct 180° view of sheer infinity."

"Boah, they're getting melodramatic right now."

"No, just a little sentimental in my programming."

"Anyway, it sounds like soft porn and I don't like that kind of stuff at all."

"Miss Queen, you should deal with yourself, you're getting hormonally unhappy again."

"Oh great. Now my butler is recommending that I play with my pussy because I'm too direct for him."

"Anyway. Before we leave, they should become a little more social, otherwise it really doesn't matter how we travel."

"Tell me more. What's in store for us?"

"180° degree view ...", Frank started.

"...on the universe. They had already mentioned that."

"Full board, captains dinner, gym, pool."

"Quite lovely, Frank. Really quite lovely. How long will the trip take? After they tell me what all I get to enjoy, I'd like to know when we'll arrive and, more importantly, where?"

"Directly at Sirius A, from there we can take a shuttle to B. Travel time to the intermediate destination is 2 weeks."

"Oh a faster-than-light cruiser. At least you can travel there alive and not as a frozen package."

"That's exactly how it is."

"Then they book it for 3 people plus luggage."

"I already have."

"As always, one step ahead. And now they leave me alone."

"Very well Miss Queen. I will inform her stepbrother."

"Do that and now get out of here," the fox-wolf still replied and pointed to the door.

After Frank Simson left Camilla's room, she went to the window and looked out.

The surroundings of the villa were relatively exclusive, if one disregarded the normal residential buildings in the immediate vicinity. The estate surrounding the house was considerable and resembled a landscape and sculpture park.

Camilla's parents once lived here before her father had a serious accident on one of his mysterious trips. Now her parents lived nearly 1,000 miles away and in a bungalow structure, since her father could barely climb stairs.

Not to be overlooked in their villa and also in the park was his penchant for ancient Egyptian mythology. Every god was present there and the sculptures always reached the 3 meter size, were imposingly detailed.

Her gaze slid a little into the distance, where the sculpture of Anubis stood. The god Anubis, the jackal-headed, the slender male, with the hands of balm, with which he could not only wrap bandages, but also skillfully spoil the body of a fox-wolf.

Unconsciously Camilla stroked her large, firm breasts, gently massaged her nipples, moaned softly and closed her eyes. In her mind, Anubis was coming towards her, tall, slender, with tender hands, a gentle look. He was muscular, proud and downright gorgeous.

Camilla's left hand slid down her body, under her skirt and landed on her again swollen clit, rubbing it a bit, getting wet out of her vagina, the fox-wolf felt her arousal rising.

In her mind, Anubis was right in front of her, were it no longer her hands on her body. Were her hands not on her, but on Anubis, or rather, on his best piece, which lay long, curved upward in a gentle arc, hard, blood-red and greedy in her hand.

Which longed to sink deep into Camilla's inner being and which she wanted to take into herself lustfully.

Quickly the jackal god lifted the fox-wolf on his arms, carried her to her bed, lay down on the soft, cozy blankets, spread her legs, pressed his pleasure whip between her labia and penetrated her with relish.

Camilla put her legs around his hips, literally clutching him, pulling him deep inside her, wanting him to stay inside her for all eternity.

Anubis, on the other hand, began to move in her womanhood, hesitantly at first, then faster and faster and more frantically. His breathing became louder, turning into an orgiastic moan, which was accompanied by a typical rude whimper.

Camilla pulled his head and neck toward her, biting his right shoulder voluptuously, suppressing as best she could a loud cry of greed as Anubis penetrated her so deeply that his swollen knot anchored itself in her vagina and pressed hard as granite against her clit.

She received her jackal-god with all that he was, welcomed his penis, his heat, his lust, was on fire, felt the ever-increasing glow in her abdomen, she pressed the male's knot with her vagina, massaged him with it.

Anubis could no longer hold back, the fox-wolf had reached her goal with him. The jackal howled and sent his wet, milky, creamy fountains as deep as he could into Camilla's womb, filling her womanhood with his seed, she was no longer a virgin thanks to him, she felt the glowing liquid in her womb. She released the shoulder bite, jerked her head back and screamed out loud her orgasm.

As Camilla climaxed, she wrenched her eyes open, saw that she was standing in the room, in front of the window, and as a long, thin stream of her vaginal secretion splashed against the window, ran down the glass, then a second did the same, and then filled her hand with her warm slimy pleasure.

She looked down at herself, at her vulva, her widely protruding clit, and sank to her knees, satisfied and languid, falling on her palm and propping herself up.

'Frank is right,' she thought as her breathing calmed and her pulse returned to normal. 'I'm really starting to need something tangible and not just myself.'

She rose and went into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. "Oh Anubis, where are you? Do I find you out there or are you just a projection of myself?" she mused aloud.

Meanwhile, butler Frank Simson had called her stepbrother, Stephen Fang, and he had shown up outside the driveway to the estate.

"Miss Queen," Frank sounded after he knocked.

"What is it?" asked Camilla in a gentle tone.

"Your stepbrother has arrived."

"I'll be right down."

"Very well, Miss Queen. He will be waiting for her in the red drawing room."

At that moment, the fox-wolf opened her room door and stepped out. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a tight, thin T-shirt with the inscription "Bitch inside" and equally tight dark blue jeans.

"I know what they're thinking now," Camilla lifted, "and they're right. Now let's go to my stepbrother."

He was sitting in one of the leather wing chairs, had lit a cigar and coughed briefly, albeit violently, when he caught sight of his stepsister's getup.

"So-so. I see you've cleared some things up," he said succinctly, just pointing at her pants.

Camilla nodded slightly and sat down as well. "Frank enlightened you?" she asked.

"No. That was actually our parents and just before that an older she-wolf," Stephen murmured pensively.

"I didn't want to know that at all. But interesting, because I knew nothing about the she-wolf. Does my little brother like older females?"

"What, no. Well, maybe something. Well, she was special."

"She will have already known why you, of all people, were a candidate for her," Camilla concluded, earning a grateful look in return.

"I'm so far in the picture as far as the trip is concerned, that is, the duration and which cabin we'll be occupying," Stephen went on to say.

"We will travel officially, as siblings, since everyone knows that anyway. We will occupy the same cabin," Camilla continued, and was interrupted by Stephen. "Do you think that's a good idea. Wouldn't it be better if we had separate cabins?"

"Why? If I can't trust you, who can I trust? We are brothers and sisters."

"I'm not concerned with the fact that I'm a male and you're a female. We are stepsiblings ..."

"I don't really think you're thinking about that becoming a problem."

"It's not for us, but it is for them out there, and it wouldn't be incest, it would just stay in the family."

"I have no ambitions to physically unite with you," Camilla interrupted further.

"I know that, too. But not the public."

"I'm sorry to interfere," Butler Frank intervened. "But your stepbrother is right, Miss Queen. Her language, which is indeed quite rampant, and her, if you'll pardon the expression, stretches of opulent public speaking, might lead to the wrong conclusions."

"Now you're both stabbing me in the back, delightful," growled the fox-wolf. "But on my account. Frank, would you do the needful?"

"Very well, Miss Queen," the Doberman replied and left the salon.

"Now that we're alone," Stephen whispered, "I'm sure you've been back to Anubis."

"Is it that obvious?" it escaped Camilla.

"You were always with Anubis when you suddenly started wearing jeans again."

"You know me too well."

"So glad it's just us who know you so well. For enemies, this fact would be a found food."

"What are you getting at?"

"We are on a two-week trip the day after tomorrow, it will not be pleasant. Everyone knows you, me, our parents, they know what we do, what we are professionally, they constantly worry about us and think they know everything. As for you and your desires, no one should know just that. You are easy to manipulate through your Anubis."

"You mean that something could be played on me?"

"Exactly. All it takes is for someone or something to show up that's like them and you're spinning your wheels and probably getting unscheduled phasing."

"Hmmm... I know what you mean. For Anubis, I wouldn't even have to be at that stage, I'd do it the same way."

"That's even worse. We will take very good care of you, my little sister."

"Eh, I'm still older than you. So ... watch it, kid!" Camilla raised an index finger threateningly in his direction, but winked.

"The second cabin is reserved. It's aft, away from Miss Queen's establishment," Frank Simson announced as he entered the salon.

"Excellent! Then we'll pack up the first things now. We should also agree on what instruments we need. I don't feel like lugging half the study around," Camilla noted.

"Miss Queen, if I may make an observation. You are certainly not hauling, as they put it, the study, because I will have to, as always," added butler Frank, played indignantly.

Stephen looked at the Doberman slightly askance and began to grin, then looked at Camilla and winked mischievously. "He suits you, just as cheeky."

"Shut up you funny dog," Camilla growled.

"Wolf! If you please."

"Miss Queen!", Frank called attention to himself. "While they agree on the equipment to bring, I'll prepare the meal."

"Don't go to any trouble, Frank! We'll have something from the pizza service today and no big cooking actions tomorrow either," the she-fox ordered.

"Very well! What kind of unhealthy fast food may they order?"

"Just order a family pack and just have everything Luigi can imagine on there."

"Very well!" the Doberman confirmed and left the salon again.

"What are we taking?" asked Stephen.

"At the first moment - the visual telescope, the infrared spectrometer, gamma ray meter, magnetometer...," Camilla began to list.

"... Gravity measurement unit, photon emitter, meson emitter and receiver unit," Stephen added.

"So, half the room. Poor Frank."

"We're going to rent a cargo robot," Camilla placated.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Four legs."

"Big Dog Supreme?"

"Hmmm... does Taxon offer anything?"

Stephen pulled out his communication unit, which resembled a smartphone, but had a lot more going for it. It was a combination of cell phone, computer, internet terminal, scanner for biological data, environmental data, geological formations, radioactivity, and so on.

For detailed information from these areas, special devices were still needed, but for the so-called normal person, the portable units were not only handier, but perfectly adequate.

The male wolf typed around a bit and finally nodded. "Taxon has not only the Supreme, but the Supreme Plus, with a late-bird discount and a long-term run."

"I see, and that means? Brother, now get to the point," Camilla sighed, slightly annoyed.

"Higher load capacity with up to 800 kg of equipment. He has some kind of basic armament with him, which should exclude his own and the theft of the carried load ... ah - he has an automatic shield, which can be deactivated via voice recognition. The AI is more advanced, it can operate in different atmospheres without additional modification, and it's allowed to be taken all the way to Sirius D, unlike others in its line."

"What about Sirius D?" probed Camilla.

"It doesn't say that in detail here. But it does say here - that after unspecified exceptionalities, it is forbidden to bring and especially use load robots, work robots, and especially conveyor technology further than Sirius A."

"So, in reverse, everything is allowed from Sirius A to C, but D is prohibited zone."

"Looks like it."

"Then I'd be interested in what's on D that doesn't exist on A through C and then E."

"For my part, I don't want to find out."

"I do," the fox-wolf stated flippantly.

"But we want to go to Sirius B, not D."

"That remains to be seen."

"Miss Queen, Mister Fang, your pizza has been delivered."

"Perfect timing," escaped Stephen, and he pulled Camilla with him into the dining room.

Even as the pizza slices stuffed hungry mouths, Stephen placed the Supreme's order.

"The robot will be here tomorrow, will be programmed to you then."

"Oh, I just have to come along this time?" exulted Frank Simson.

"Your job is to take care of Camilla. If something happens to her, we won't be able to get our equipment."

"Oh!" cried the fox-wolf, "How delightful that you still care about me, and at least my name still comes up."

"Touché!" rebuffed Stephen.

"I'm locking up the property now and turning on the alarm units," Frank announced, leaving the mansion for his tour.

"Still, I want to know what's wrong with Sirius D?", Camilla reintroduced the topic.

"You won't. Who knows what's there. Is not going to let you put yourself in danger."

"Fine with me, then you stay on Sirius B and I'll figure it out on my own."

"I'll tie you to the Supreme, then you can't go to D."

"Before you can do that, a deity like Seth would manage to deflower me, and I'm not into donkey hybrids."

"After all, he's half canid," Stephen pointed out. "The only question is how much of him is donkey and how much is wolf?"

"That will never be up for discussion," the fox-wolf indignantly said.

"If you say so. Tomorrow we'll load up the Supreme and we'll be on our way to the Space Port around dinnertime. The tickets are in the number A-1954-Omega-23L. I guess the ramp is very close to the terminal."

"Fine," Camilla said curtly, and bit into her slice of the pizza again.