"You pooped in front of Dawynda?" I asked Cinnamon in shock.
"No! I merely showed her how to sit on it."
"But she has shat there before," Dawynda said happily. "Now we are toilet sisters."
While I was struggling with conjuring up a funny comment, Teddy spoke. "Everyone shits in that hole now."
"Shut up!" Dawynda told him. "I'm surprised you don't fall in the toilet when you use it. I believe my shit was bigger than you."
Teddy stared at her for a moment, so I decided to wait for his reply. I knew it was going to be a knee slapper. I wasn't disappointed. "Did your shit have arms and legs?"
"Kash!" Gako's voice boomed through the cargo hold when he returned with Honeysuckle. "I want to take a shower."
No fucking way! I thought this was going to be like taking a dog for a walk through a building so it could better understand its surroundings. Once they saw how cramped human living was, they would surely want to remain in the cargo hold. Instead, just like dogs, they wanted to be treated like people now.
Teddy looked up at me with that same straight-faced expression and asked, "Should I tell Aeren to get started on two dragon-sized uniforms?"
CHAPTER TWENTY:
"Hey Aeren, how are you doing?" I asked through the open doorway to her quarters. She preferred not to be overly confined. The slender goddess had lived all her life in caves, but most of those chambers were more spacious than the rooms aboard our ship. And they all had open entrances.
"I am well," she smiled genuinely through her reply. Then, holding up her assigned tablet with the screen on large print mode, "I'm just studying. Can I help you somehow?"
"Yes. I was hoping we could talk."
"Well, hope no more. We are talking."
She invited me in and scooted over on the bed graciously to allow space for me to sit down beside her. She was still dressed in her uniform that matched the other crew members. It was just as revealing as theirs, though lacking the bonding technology down the front. I explained buttons to them, but she used them sparingly. The fabric bulged and gaped where the originals didn’t.
"If you don't mind, I was wanting to continue our conversation from earlier. The one about me getting you pregnant." Those were words that I had never imagined would leave my mouth.
"Oh," she said as she pulled her knees toward her chest and her ankles together. The mood change was dramatic. "Did you plan to try that now?"
"No, no," I said as I reached out and touched her tiny knee. It barely flinched at my touch. Her skin was warm and soft. I had meant just to make contact then pull away, but the boney joint fit so nicely in the palm of my hand, I didn't want to let go. "I figure that we should talk about it first."
"Okay," she answered timidly. "About what part? I heard that Mixi needed to stroke your manly appendage to prepare it for Widona's penetration. Will that be required again? Is there a technique that you would care to explain?"
"What?"
"Will my hands excite you?" she asked as she extended her elegant long fingers. "Or are the tiny hands of a Divinifae more to your liking?"
"No," I replied in confusion. "Your hands are lovely, but they won't be needed this time. Mixi only had to do that for me because I wasn't physically attracted to Widona. I wasn't all that drawn to her personality either. You though, my goodness. You're gorgeous, and lovable. I won't have any trouble getting hard enough for the task when the time comes."
"Oh, thank you," she replied, but not as flattered as I had expected. "Is it the ejaculation that concerns you? Will you need one of my fingers in your anus to release your seed? Just select one and tell me how far."
"No," I answered again, clinching my butt cheeks at the thought. "I mean, that might be nice. But again, totally unnecessary. I didn't come here to address the physical aspect of us having sex. I wanted to talk about the emotional side."
"Oh," Aeren responded looking concerned again. "Are you overly aggressive in your copulation method? Mavdaios told me a little about how you forcibly bent Honeysuckle to your sexual will. Will it be like that? Perhaps your doctor has something that will mellow me out so the screaming does not disturb the others? Or I can..."
"Aeren! Stop!" This wasn't going anything like I had thought that it would. She remained quiet while I collected myself.
"Humans," I explained. "We tend to have an emotional attachment to our sexual partner. Even before we have sex. But more so afterwards. That is why we call it making love. Is this not the case with your kind?"
"It once was, I'm told. But that was before our male population dropped dangerously low. If you are worried that I will become a burden to you after the act, you need not be. I will extract your semen in hopes that it will fertilize my womb. Then your involvement will be complete. You will not have to worry about our offspring either, if that is a concern."
"Well, it is now," I told her in frustration. "You are totally missing my point."
Aeren placed her hand on mine, the one that was still glued to her skinny little knee. Then she looked me in the eye and apologized. She sincerely wanted to know what I had come to tell her and promised not to interrupt my explanation.
I leaned back against the padded sloped headboard to gather my thoughts. I wasn't used to talking about sex with a beautiful woman before developing at
