by Marcus Sloss
“We’re almost to Aspen, if you want to talk to them,” I said, offering Jill the opportunity.
“No, an American doing bad things in New Zealand, with behavior and a description that are nothing like Jarod …” She closed her eyes and hugged herself. “Thank you, Dedric,” she said, opening her eyes to look down at us, “this actually helped me find closure. There was a knot eating away at my gut that I can now put to rest. We’re barely surviving out here and would be dead if those,” Jill paused, searching her memory for the name.
“Divine-apes,” I mouthed.
“If those apes had wanted us dead. Jarod was weak, timid, and never harmed anyone, ever. Jarod is either dead or is surviving in Australia. Right?” And in crept her self-doubt.
I needed to rescue the situation.
“Jill, you're a strong, smart woman. If you want to believe he is gone, then I will support you. If you want to believe he is alive, I will support that, too. But Jill ... All that really matters is Mary; you need to be strong, for her. I honestly don’t care if he showed up here, tomorrow. I would watch over you, either way, and would butt heads with Jarod about my friendship with his d-”
“I understand Eric. I got this. I worked my way through accounting school. I worked hard through In-Vitro-Fertilization, and then struggled with postpartum depression.” Despite her words, she began to shake. “Now … now, I am happy. I sneak nothing, I hide nothing, and I … I will live the best life I can,” Jill said, finally breaking down into tears. Dedric rose to comfort her, but she lunged into my arms.
I waved him off. “We’ve got this Dedric.” I smiled at him, “thanks again for the information.”
“No problem, if I learn anything new, I will keep you informed,” Dedric said, and stepped to the tube to leave.
My Gpad rang with a call from Perci and I switched the video on, with Jill crying into my shoulder.
“Uh …” Perci looked concerned, “What happened?”
“An American in a boat killed some good people off the coast of Australia and there is a one-in-however-many American accents between the two countries' chance that it was Jarod. Which, seeing as this American was grouped with tongue-eating sirens, then the odds it was Jarod are closer to zero-to-none but I am here with Jill, right now . Good friends,” I paused, feeling tears soaking into my shirt and roaming hands clutching at my arm, my chest, and trailing down my stomach.
I coughed, and blushed. “What can I help you with, Perci, my love?”
“I need a ride to the Xgate. The auction hour is nigh,” she grinned, “come get me, please.”
I let go of Jill and moved over to the podium station. An exterior camera’s view flashed in one corner of the display, showing Dedric was clear of the boot and walking towards the Aspen gate. I chuckled, seeing the golden halo that surrounded his form from the shine of the bright guard lights. I set our next destination for Stronghold Mansion; our Goliath did an about-face and off we went.
“Be there soon,” I said to Perci, closing the connection. A beep from my Gpad let me know I’d received a message.
‘Jill just asked for permission, THE permission. Hold her off until I get there.’ - Perci
Damn, she was serious then. I turned back to the podium control station and pretended to fiddle with things. Leaving a horny girl wanting, however, was not my specialty. I felt Jill slide up behind me to give me a hug. I turned to hug her back and, just as I hoped … I mean … feared, she was naked. There was only one way to play this.
“Jill, I am a big boy… Eh, that came out wrong.” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Perci is the boss, here. You’ll wait for her. Now!” I said and she jumped as if shocked. “Go sit in the blankets. Get yourself nice and wet. If you behave, I will operate this machine naked.”
Winner-winner-chicken-dinner! She darted for the covers.
I smiled at her eagerness and undressed.
A new video call hit my Gpad. “Go for Cap.”
“Jesus, Eric … are you naked?” a man sputtered.
“Yes, Mitchell,” I frowned authoritatively, “I am preparing for the vat of new armor symbiote things, the … umm … acrium, yeah, that’s what Mclain called them, acrium. What’s up?”
A new face crowded onto the screen. She had narrow extended ears sticking out of velvety light pink hair. I noticed big blushing cheeks, huge breasts on a tiny frame, and a mouth of jagged teeth that dropped into an O at the sight of my nudity. “Oh my, you’re deliciously naked, aren’t you,” she giggled, “Why are these other males clothed then?”
A Crixxi hand yanked the fairy out of the image. A fight ensued.
Mitchell retreated several steps away from the scrap.
“So,” he sighed, “we have a problem. The fairies are very excited to stay.” Squawks sounded from behind him. “Damn, let me dial that back.” He scruffed a hand through his hair. “These Faeries, the F types, were captured during a raid by a group distantly related to rat people—except these rat-men were nine feet tall and enhanced on some super bug, similar to virum, but different.”
“Lexium!” Someone shouted in the background, followed shortly by, “Get off me you anal prober.”
Did I just hear alien trash talk?
“Mitchell, just tell me what the hell you expect me to do.” I said, growing impatient.
“Oh,” he shrugged, embarrassed, “I was trying to bring you up to speed on the situation and get your guidance. I think we are both saturated with problems, at the moment.” He looked back over his shoulder and winced. “Let me figure out how to calm things down here. Basically, any time the Crixxi and fairies even look at each other sideways, next thing you know they’re in a catfight.” Mitchell ducked as some dainty looking piece of clothing nearly hit him in the head. “The guys,” he continued, “are totally cool. The sexy little ladies, however, are little hellions.” Mitchell was tackled by a little fairy.
“Who are you calling sexy!?” the fairy demanded, trying to keep Mitchell pinned down.
“Mitchell,” I ordered, “you have a hundred pounds on her, if you don’t put her in her place, I will fucking crush you myself.” That did the trick.
A crack sounded and Mitchell stood, dusting himself off.
“We don’t fight like teenagers. There will be a pit built for you to scrap out your differences. You will ONLY fight in the pit, not in the hallways, buildings, yards, or anywhere. The pit is it!” Mitchell’s voice boomed over the call. “I got this Cap, more to follow.”
The connection closed. I turned to see Jill propped up on her elbows, tits out, checking out my ass and apparently enjoying the show. I gave her a winning smile and a wink.
“Is that how the whole military thing usually works?” Jill asked.
I refused to answer.
“I guess that was rhetorical. Have you ever had to -?”
“Back up my bark with a bite?” I quipped.
Jill shrugged and said, “Yeah that works, here. Unlike other things.”
“Talk, it will help us pass the time,” I indicated a timer I displayed above the pedestal, “See… three minutes left.”
She grinned and ran her tongue over her lips seductively.
Any blood that had returned north during the conversation with Mitchell did an about-face and raced south.
“You do understand what happens if we have sex, right?”
“As if you would be a bad Dad,” she snorted, “but yes, I am aware.”
I sighed and said, “Jill I get it, your stones keep popping out. What do you want?”
“Control over my urges would be nice; letting our relationship slowly grow beyond friendship,” Jill said assertively. “I can stay on the outside until then,” she promised. I brought up an image of a fairy. Damn, they sure had sex appeal.
“Those little hotties are sexier than the Crixxi,” she grumped, “Must be the virum.”
“Yup,” I said letting the image sink in for both of us. “I show you this because they are likely to become
integral to our plans and the future of our community. Of course, I have no heirs or children to tie our bloodlines together with—the closest thing I can do is pawn off Jevon. Or…”
“You get another wife.” She shook her head. “I know. I have been talking about it with the rest of your women.”
“It’s okay,” I smiled at her.
“Sorry, Eric. I am happy. I have resigned myself to the fact that you’ll be there for me, if we are just friends, or something more than that. You never shun me, you set time aside every morning for Dad time with Mary.” She shook her head sadly, “and don’t think I don’t know you are passing up sex in order to have quality time with my daughter. What man turns down a romp in the sheets with four babes for a walk with a little girl and talk of princesses?”
“Uh, I don’t turn them down.” I blushed. “I just make an effort. Everyone should have seven hours of free time a day. I don’t usually get any free time—unless I force myself to take time off … and time off for me means not facing the million and one problems I have to deal with—including the problem of how to keep those four babes satisfied! Anyhow, I enjoy talking with Mary. With her, I get to start the day off not wanting to scream or throttle someone. I get to remember that life is precious, limited, and yet still full of joy.”
She bit her lower lip. “Why does Perci want to be here?” Jill said, changing the topic. A shrill scream sounded from the tube. “Speaking of the devilish duchess of darkness.”
Perci’s displeasure had simmered down to a growl by the time she arrived. I saw her rub the back of her head, and went to comfort her. She stopped me with a hand to my chest.
“I’m fine. Thank you for waiting.” She blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes and put her hands on her hips before turning to the other woman. “Alright, Jill, down to business.”
This sounded like business Perci, not my sexy harem managing first wife.
“You can have Eric, but then you will move to Aspen,” she began. “You will set up a nice residence there. If you want to visit, it is super easy.”
Jill looked stricken. My stomach started doing its own gymnastic contortions.
“The main thing,” Perci continued, “is that you are going to be the Mistress of Aspen. It lets both you and Mary maintain an appropriate distance, without turning Eric into a home wrecker.” Perci paused. She tapped her Gpad. “And … there is your contract. If you choose to move on later, it allows for a clean break. If Jarod is alive, which is possible, though unlikely, it gives you a clean break. Minus any kids that result from your union.”
“Basically,” Jill said in a serious tone, “you don’t want me hovering over the family. I should be content, in Aspen, and visit when we need a break. If things change, we adjust.” She looked up at me, trying to gauge my reaction to Perci’s demands. “You agree with this?”
“Of course, Perci is my Queen,” I said; wanting to, but wisely, not saying anything more.
“I get what I desire, but then get pushed away,” Jill muttered.
“It is what we all need,” Perci said, tapping her left foot, “I have about ten minutes so choose quickly.”
“Oh, I am so damn tired of spitting out stones. There is nowhere else for me to turn to. Eric is great and I always wanted more kids. If everything goes smoothly. Is there a chance, sometime in the future, I will be given the opportunity to upgrade from ‘mistress’ status?” Jill asked.
“Probably,” Perci looked over to me.
I gave a minute nod to let her know my feelings for Jill could certainly move in that direction.
“I know he likes having you around. Eric enjoys spending time with you, enough to visit you. Jill, you're not going to be alone, though,” Perci said and Jill let out a long ohhhh sound.
“Yes, we did talk about that.” Her brow furrowed. “It seems my corner is assigned. What Eric does will never be up to me,” she shrugged, “that, I can accept, especially if I have another friend to live with me. Yes … I would like that,” Jill said, signing the contract.
“Thank you,” Perci nodded and then sat, cross-legged, elbows on her knees, and chin in her palms.
“Umm,” Jill blushed, “What are you doing?”
“That is my husband,” Perci said with a commanding tone, “and while I respect you are not into women, I will watch. You’re not some Crixxi virgin.”
Jill rolled her eyes. She flipped the blanket off and I saw a small puddle under her crotch.
“I self-entertained, watching your naked ass,” she grinned and stretched languidly on the floor. “I hope you like a squirter,” Jill winked and my cock grew hard. “Give me a son, Eric, please.”
I muted my Gpad, walked straight to Jill, and slid between her thighs. She pulled my head down and my lips to hers; without hesitation, I drove into her slick entrance.
Jill was a lip-biting, hip-thrusting kind of girl. We switched positions several times and she never said a word—not a coherent word, though there were a number of loud moans and shuddering squeals of delight. The sex lasted an energetic ten minutes and when we were done, I needed a shower. She came all over me, my balls and thighs dripped from her squirting ejaculations. Jill asked for round two, but I demurred. I felt like she was turning this into something more than a good time; I hated to be the one putting on the brakes, but with things happening like this, I felt like a breeding stud. The sex was great, don’t get me wrong. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about it, but I was still exhausted from that damned market.
“Okay, now get out you two. I need to get some work done while you both rest and recover from your market fatigue,” Perci said.
We stood up and I had just started to get dressed when the command chamber echoed the resounding slap of a palm on my ass. Ow! I jumped and turned to see Perci leering at me with the sharp gleam of lust in her eyes. “And Eric,” she purred, “turn your Gpad back on. I will try to let you recover, but … just in case.” She winked.
I left Goliath 1 with Jill for the fold-out bed in RV3. She made the bed while I snuck quietly into the shower. I knew Willow and Nancy were still sleeping. I hopped into bed as Jill ducked into the shower for her own wash-down. Another nap would let me reset. Then it was time to test all these new toys. I curled up in the pillows and blankets. While I was waiting for Jill to finish her rinse and join me, I fell asleep.
CHAPTER 9
I shifted around on the fold-out bed, tucking my legs in to keep them from hanging over the edge. I cracked an eye open to reveal Nancy snuggled tightly into my chest breathing gently against my neck. So much for not trying to wake the others. My hand cupped her bubble of an ass cheek. I tried not to wiggle too much, prying my arm free of my delicious lover. I checked my Gpad. Three hours had gone by. I guess I had made up for my normal sleep, too. Nancy turned my chin with a finger to look down at her and applied a soft kiss to my lips that I savored.
I propped myself up on one elbow to see that it was just the two of us.
“My turn, stud,” Nancy said, raking her nails down my chest and throwing off the sheets. “I showered and shaved my fresh little pussy just for this.”
My morning sixty-nine was delightful. I guess Nancy was in a silly mood, because when I grunted that I was about to explode, she pulled my cock from her mouth and jerked rapidly with a tight fist. She aimed my ejaculation so that it splattered against the front door, her giggles harmony to my grunts and groans of pleasure. We rolled around in bed for a few minutes more until our laughter died down. I finally got up to wash off my chin and brush my teeth.
“Well, most of the shopping should be done by now, If not all of it,” I said happily, as I returned from the tiny bathroom. I plopped back down into the bed to snuggle my lovely Nancy. She traced her fingers over my chest and abs as I talked. “You would think six hours of sleep would not be such a big deal, but when you have the virum, it is.”
“Yeah, I actually woke up refreshed. I hadn’t gotten any one-on-one time with you, lately, so the moment I saw Ji
ll exit, I ducked in here and you were just so cozy,” Nancy said, opening the bathroom door’s latch of doom to flick the shower on. “Come, my King,” she beckoned, “my back is dirty.”
“Did you wait for me to greet the new arrivals?” I asked, scooting out of bed. Nancy reached up on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on my lips. “What has you in such a good mood? I thought you might be upset about Jill.”
“Fuck no, she will give birth your children from over yonder. I am so glad to be done with the angst of it all. I like Jill, I do, but all the dancing around and walking on egg-shells around the two of you was nonsense. I’ll admit to being biased; I fucking hate putting in stones. The procedure is barbaric and messy. So, no I am not upset. I like decisive things in my life. This is good for our family,” Nancy said, using a cleansing foam on my body. When she finished I returned the favor. “Today, we exit as King and Queen of Bastion. We have robes waiting for our transition.”
“Transition?” I asked.
“RV3 was moved last night. We are now in a mini compound against the northern cliffs,” Nancy said shutting off the shower.
“Uh… Perci’s idea?” I guessed.
“Willow’s actually, and the rest of us approved. We are going to build our castle here anyway. We linked a smaller underway to connect to the main underway hub. Come Daddy,” Nancy said with a smile.
“He is not a Daddy yet, you hussie,” Willow said from elsewhere in the RV with a teasing tone.
“Good morning my love,” I said letting my voice carry to her. “I expect a full briefing.”
“I know. I am converting the bed back into a table. I have a lot to go over before we get to testing equipment,” Willow said with a grunt as she worked.
Nancy handed me a robe that I slid into. I loved the soft caress of the thick cotton material. Aspen Inn and Refinement was stitched onto the chest. I wondered what kind of place that was. When I first had visited Aspen, I thought it would be McMansion after McMansion, with hotel rooms the size of homes. Instead I found that there were a lot of large hotels with tiny rooms, and a lot fewer mansions than expected.