“I’m delighted for you, Hina. Dr. Flencik has your eggs set aside. Whenever you’re ready, they’re there.”
“I already commed him. My clanmates are there at the hospital, giving him their man juice. Ew, that doesn’t sound right, does it?”
I chortled. “We need to work on your euphemisms.”
“I’m heading out later today to contribute some of my genetic material once the embryos are deemed viable.” Hina paused. “Dear ancestors, Shalia. Do you realize what this means if it works? You and I will have had a child together. How wild is that?”
It was an odd thought to have. But in a way, an amazing one. Hina tried to take my baby. Now I was attempting to give her one. Irony. Gotta love it.
March 3
It’s safe to say the initial stages of the donor program are a great success. Our pledges and scheduled collections currently number in the thousands.
There has been some pushback, however. Some feel it’s wrong for Kalquorian women to use Earther eggs—they deem it as being unnatural to mix genetics up, or some such nonsense.
“There appears to be a faction forming of those who believe we should go extinct rather than mix the species in any way,” Emperor Egilka confirmed. He predicted, “It’s a small number and will gain little traction. Only the most fanatical of bigots would consider such nonsense.”
“I’ve heard some of the fertile Kalquorian Mataras who have produced daughters are against the program,” Flencik said. He smiled as if discussing wayward children. “I imagine they feel their privileged status is being threatened.”
We talked about such subjects during the foundation’s board meeting today. Our real interest lay in the discussion of our next steps. We talked about casting a wider net to garner more Earther eggs. It was agreed we would do so in stages. We’ll promote our case to the rest of Kalquor, inviting clanned Earthers to contribute. Next, we’ll apply to Haven, a few space stations, and colonies within the Empire. Then we’ll go farther, calling out to the Earther colonies in Galactic and Joshadan space, as well as the ones set up by my race before Armageddon like Mercy and New Bethlehem—that is, assuming New Bethlehem gets its act together sometime soon. I’ve heard rumors recently of terrible things going on between Kalquorian military and some Earther rebels there, including what some are calling a massacre. I try not to listen too often to the news vids when such stories come out. I’ve had my fill of war and bloodshed.
Nope, life is awesome here. I’m more than ready to concentrate on that.
Hina’s implantation procedure went without a hitch. We’re all cautiously excited about her pregnancy. I guess we’ll be on pins and needles for the next several months as we wait to find out how it goes. She’s beaming, but I could tell there is plenty of anxiety too. If things don’t work out with this pregnancy, I don’t know that she’ll try again.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it’s not a tad strange to consider that a child is developing from my egg in someone else’s body. I’m having moments of possessive feelings and even loss—not that I’d EVER tell Hina about them. The reaction I’m having is bizarre. I’ll definitely bring it up to Dr. Cafir later. I don’t want to have some weird behaviors crop up because of new subconscious issues. I do not want a repeat of what nearly ruined me joining Seot’s clan.
Katrina was congratulatory and disappointed at once with Hina’s pregnancy. “Great. I finally find a woman who is capable of matching me drink for drink, who’s good for laughs, who doesn’t wuss out before the night’s half over—and she puts a bun in the oven.”
“Oh, don’t stop imbibing because of me,” Hina told her. Her face beamed with sincerity, especially when she added, “I’ll still hang around. It’ll be fun to see what trouble I can talk you into.”
I swear they are two peas in a pod. Heaven help us now that they’ve found each other.
March 13
It’s been about a week since I last wrote. I’ve been busy, but things are going great. Stupendously great.
Have I mentioned before that the small cruise ship is about to be joined by siblings? It’s such a hit and booked so far into the future, that Cifa and his brother and sister ordered three more to be built as quickly as possible. It’s a runaway success. The news vids have been going crazy with documenting what they’re allowed to of the Imperial Clan on vacation, which is a major part of what’s fueling the excitement surrounding the tiny yacht. Other notables are booking celebrations on board our ‘small ship with the big adventures’. Naturally, it’s bleeding over into the larger ship’s bookings too, making Cifiler rise in the ocean cruise line ranks more like a rocket than the steady growth it’s experienced since it started.
Cifa is beside himself with joy. Despite my certainty that the celebrity interest is what’s fueling ticket sales, he’s attributing a lot of the success to my work. I can’t take that amount of credit, obviously. Even discounting the attention gained by notable names, I showed up late in the game, working to promote all the wonderful amenities already put in place.
However, I have been asked to move beyond vid production to oversee all marketing and promotions. The head of that department is retiring. Cifa, Erom, and Ila agree I’d be a perfect fit for it. I’m humbled they have that kind of faith in me. I’m also a little overwhelmed, but I’ve agreed to take on the challenge. The current department head has agreed to stay on a few more weeks to train me on the matters I’m not quite up to speed on.
I’ve still not had any major problems with my abandonment issues lately. Dr. Cafir judges I’m over the biggest hurdles where that is concerned. Now I’m dealing with new, unexpected considerations.
Speaking of overcoming hurdles, Hina’s pregnancy is of course in the super-early stages. So far, so good. The other woman who received my eggs is also doing well with her pregnancy. The stork will be busy in a few months. Dr. Flencik and his staff are nonstop with gathering eggs from the many donors, inseminating them, adding genetic material from the hopeful parents-to-be, and implanting the embryos. There is going to be a baby explosion all at once. I’d call it minor, because a few thousand is not that meaningful a number, but on Kalquor? It’s a huge deal.
Therein lies my new emotional issue. I’m happy for these women who had no hope, especially Hina. Yet I haven’t been able to shake the weird feeling I get when I ponder about how Hina will be raising a child that has some of my biological makeup. I wonder how similar that girl will be to me—how much her personality will be made up of nature and not nurture. She’ll be genetically a kind of sister to Anrel. It makes me wonder how many other ‘siblings’ will be out there when it’s all said and done. How many children that will be descended from me.
Yeah. Issues. I guess I have to have something to worry me, or life wouldn’t be my version of normal. However, I may have come up with a way to mitigate my current wave of weirdness.
I began feeling my clan out on their perspective after dinner. “All this babymaking happening all around me has me thinking. How many kids do you guys want to have?” I asked.
“As many as you’ll let me make,” Larten said with a leer. As usual, his mind went to the aspects of creating children rather than the children themselves. Not that I’m complaining about his libido. I’m perfectly happy with my amorous Nobek.
Seot chuckled at him. He turned serious as he mused. “The home rock here could be made quite spacious. I’m for filling it up, if you’ve got a mind to.”
“The more, the merrier,” Cifa agreed, beaming at the thought. “Babies! Lots of babies! Anrel needs siblings to boss around like I did.”
“You won’t end up tired of seeing me big and waddling?” I laughed. “I’m not sure I need that many kids.” Just the one so I wouldn’t obsess over the daughter I gave Hina.
“You could never be anything but beautiful. The number of our children depends on whatever you’re comfortable with, my Matara.” Seot was quick to amend his answer, putting me first as he always does. “You are the one who has to c
arry them.”
I smiled at him, at all of them. At my darling Anrel too, the daughter who is growing up too fast. She is really enthralled with the whole walking thing, roaming wherever she darn well pleases these days. We can’t keep her out of anything.
My selfish reasons aside, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she had a brother or sister, a sibling she wouldn’t be able to remember not having as a constant companion? A playmate close enough in age to share childhood with? Besides, she’s ridiculously spoiled, being the only child to three doting fathers and a gazillion grandparents, uncles, and aunts.
“How soon are you ready for a second child?” I asked the guys. “Is it too soon to start planning along those lines?”
That earned some surprised looks. “Are you talking about now?” Cifa asked.
“I was thinking about it, yeah. Things are going great for us, right? Though that much happiness piled on top of everything we already have might make my heart explode. Still—”
“I’m ready,” Cifa interrupted me. He beamed with delight at the idea. “Bring the little ones on!”
Seot laughed at our Imdiko’s enthusiasm. “You won’t be truly ecstatic until you’re buried in children,” he said to Cifa. His attention returned to me. “Is it safe for you? You gave birth to Anrel less than a year ago, and not under the best of circumstances.”
“Maybe it would be dangerous if I were back on Earth,” I told him. “But on Kalquor, where all efforts have been made to guarantee healthy Mataras and their children? Flencik said based on my medical history and overall current health, a pregnancy at this time should be fine.”
“You’ve been considering this for a while then. This isn’t a spontaneous notion.” Seot crooked an eyebrow at me.
“What did you expect? Hina is having a baby.” With my egg. “Candy and Stidmun are talking about it too, thanks to Katrina putting the idea in their heads.” So much for Candy’s insistence they wished to enjoy being lovers before becoming parents. “I run a fertility foundation, for heaven’s sake, with the goal of handing out pregnancies willy-nilly. The thought of a sister or brother for Anrel was bound to cross my mind. Now that it has, it’s sunk its claws in.”
“Willy-nilly?” Larten mused. He shook his head, dismissing the unfamiliar phrase and concentrating on the part that interested him most. “We’re talking about generating a baby the natural way, right?”
I rolled my eyes, but I had to laugh. “Yes, my Nobek. Fu—ugh, making love is the route I prefer.” I had to catch myself from using the cruder term, what with Anrel being in the room.
Larten was not quite so circumspect, though he did avoid the f-word. “I get laid. Another child shows up for me to adore. I’m on board.”
Seot shrugged with a happy grin on his face. “I’m delighted with my family. I’m thrilled to add to it. I guess we’re creating a baby.”
Cifa and I cheered. Larten leaned over to Anrel and loudly whispered, “That’s your cue to go to sleep. Your father needs his special cuddle time with your mother.”
“Da-da-da-da!” Anrel yelled, plastering a handful of pudding-like vegetable casserole against his cheek, leaving a yellow handprint on his beaming face. I wasn’t sure if she was protesting bed before she was done eating or the food itself. She’s becoming less of a vegetable fan each day.
Anrel’s bedtime was long in coming for my Nobek. Larten spent the rest of the evening shoving me into closets in the hopes of an early start on baby making. Unfortunately for him, he’s currently our little girl’s favorite parent. She follows him everywhere and does so quicker now that she’s walking. No sooner would he bundle me in a ridiculously cramped cubby and get the door closed than she’d start banging on it, shouting that imperious “Da-da-da-da!” at the top of her lungs. She was not to be denied her Nobek father.
After about the sixth attempt, when we had to clamber out of a tight space due to Her Royal Highness’ summons, I told Larten, “You might want to reconsider. More kids mean less opportunities to be naughty.”
“You still have that caregiver’s contact information, don’t you? Imdiko Snoy? I’ll hire him.”
I laughed and ran off to hide while Larten attended to the other demanding female of the household.
Once we had Anrel off to bed for the night, I made a ceremony of taking the injection Flencik had given me. It would counteract the extended-release, anti-pregnancy hormones Tep had put me on after Anrel’s birth. “Gentlemen, my precious eggs can once again find a welcoming home in my uterus. We are a go for baby.”
“On that dripping-with-romance note—” Larten picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. We were off to the sleeping room.
I laughed as I was carried off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know the sentimental Nobek required candlelight and soft music.”
“Getting smart with me, woman?” He flipped my skirt over my waist, yanked my panties down, and started spanking me in the hall. By the time he got me into the bedroom, my ass was already flaming and my pussy, wet.
Larten put me on the thick rug at the foot of our sleeping mat. He opened the crotch of his trousers, freeing his cocks. “Apologize for your insolence.”
With a happy grin, I went to work on my ‘penance’. As I sucked my Nobek’s cocks, moaning over his delectable flesh, Seot and Cifa stripped me naked. Once I was bare, they went away, leaving me with my head moving back and forth as I pleasured a now-groaning Larten.
My other two beloveds returned, putting my hands behind my back and binding them with something silky soft, maybe a scarf. With my hands no longer available to stroke his cocks as I sucked them, Larten gripped my head. He fucked my mouth with slow, lazy strokes. Seot and Cifa pinched and tugged my nipples, making them tight and protruding. I whimpered at the stings as they played roughly, but my inner thighs were slick as juices flowed from my pussy. Mastered by three strong men—I was aching to have my sex filled.
Instead, a stab of raw pain sliced into my breast, and heaviness dragged on it. I shuddered to feel somebody attaching a weighted nipple clamp. For a moment, it canceled out everything in my awareness except for the spicy-sweetness of Larten’s primary cock pumping between my lips. The combination of the two sent a thunderclap of passion through my gut, causing my pussy to flex in delight. I cried out.
“That sounded more like excitement than protest,” Seot growled. “Good girl, my Matara.” I warmed to have his approval.
Fingers inspected my slit. Cifa chuckled. “Nice and wet. That’s a well-behaved pussy.” He shoved a couple fingers inside me. I uttered another muffled yell around Larten’s cock. My clanmates are experts when it comes to handling me.
My other nipple was clamped. Same pain, but more profound pleasure with my Imdiko driving in and out of my cunt. I shuddered. My sex flexed.
“That’s right,” he whispered in my ear. “A little pain, a lot of pleasure. Just the way our pretty Shalia prefers it.”
I found even more to appreciate as the weights on my breasts were set to swinging, increasing the intensity of the hot ache suffusing me. A meaty hand delivered a firm smack to the side of one breast. It made me scream.
A spurt of stronger-tasting fluid coated my tongue. With a hiss, Larten pulled free of my clinging lips. “That’s all I can take without coming. Who would enjoy the use of this lovely mouth next?”
“I’ll take that offer,” Seot growled. He and Larten swapped places so that my Nobek knelt next to me. I was sure Larten had exciting things in store, but my focus went to my Dramok’s beautiful lengths before my face. I opened my mouth for him and moaned with delight as he filled it. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of one cock utilizing my mouth while the other slid wetly beneath my chin.
“She looks good sucking you, my Dramok,” Larten said. “Those lips were meant to wrap around cocks.”
The dirty talk set off more spasms in my pussy. “Her whole body was made for fucking,” Cifa said. With his fingers buried inside me, he had felt my response. I’m sure that’s wh
y he kept talking. “Her mouth, her ass, her cunt—she was built to be filled with our cocks. To be fucked and filled with our seed.”
Larten’s deep laugh was positively evil. He gave the weights attached to my breasts a tug, making me cry out around Seot’s thrusting primary. The heady pain billowed and turned me wetter than ever.
“Do you want to come, little Shalia?” Larten whispered. His palm rubbed slow circles over my mound, his touch tantalizingly close to my clit. “Do you want to show us how much you enjoy serving your clan? How you adore letting us fuck you however we wish? Putting our babies in you?”
I was so aroused, it was a wonder I didn’t come on the spot when he captured my clit between his fingers. Rapture flared bright between my legs as he rubbed the sides of my pulsing bud. I barely noticed myself choking for a moment as Seot pushed down my throat, forcing me to take him to the hilt.
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