Willingness? How was she still so clueless. I was doing my best to control my enthusiasm.
"Thank you for explaining this to me, Aeren. I believe that we can work through this just fine. I’m sure that I’ll need to make some adjustments as well."
I reached out and grabbed her gently by the narrow waist. Pulling her toward me I placed a soft kiss on her lips as she stared at me exactly the same way. There was no passion there, but no disdain either. I left my hands cupping her narrow hips as I talked. She reciprocated by placing her long forearms over my shoulders. The gesture was a bit awkward though appearing somewhat rehearsed. Perhaps she had been studying this topic as well as our written language.
"If my semen is compatible with your eggs, how many times will we need to have sex to give you a good chance at conception?"
"Once."
That was disappointing. If the experience went as well as I hoped, I would be longing for more attempts. I pushed that negative thinking away and tried to stay more professional, like she was able to do. "Are there certain days that you are more fertile than others?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile. "I'm surprised that you know of such things. I will be extremely fertile for the next three days, then the chances slowly reduce for about a week. My preference is to attempt this procedure within the next three days, should it suit you. If you could provide clear directions in what you need from me, I will do my absolute best to become an attractive mate for you. Are you agreeable to this proposal?"
"I am," I nearly stuttered. I looked around to see my girls staring inquisitively at us. "Now is probably not the right time for this discussion, though. How about I meet you again in your room after lift off?"
"I look forward to it captain," she said with a slight bow. Her arms gracefully returned to her side from my shoulders after she let her fingertips slide caressingly down my chest. I then watched her walk away, which was becoming a favorite past time of mine with so many gorgeous sexy women around me. I was suffering from booty overload in a good way, as if I was gawking around inside one of the top strip clubs in Vegas.
"Are we not enough for you?" Honeysuckle asked as she approached with Cinnamon. I could tell by their expressions that it was not as serious of a question as it sounded. Still, I wanted to handle it carefully to avoid major jealousy issues.
"The Aeren scenario is completely different ladies," I told them. Honey said something else, but my attention had promptly gone to Strawberry as she was hurrying toward me.
"Captain, we have a problem," she said. "There is a ship approaching. Their course and speed suggest that they intend to land here beside us."
Fuck! This was not near enough time for outdoor recreation. "Where are Gako and Dawynda?"
"Far," Strawberry said displaying their indicators on the tablet screen.
Teddy scurried down the ladder on the side of the hull. Without any other objects in the area, he was using the ship as his personal playset. He quickly confirmed my first officer's statement and pointed in the direction that I had seen livestock earlier. I could barely make out the two airborne forms of our dragons.
"Well, that's just great," I muttered.
"No, it is not," Cinnamon disagreed, not fully appreciating my sarcastic nature even after all the time that we had spent together already. "We need to get everyone back inside before that ship lands, or even gets close!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
The flat stretch of pavement for supply ships to land on was large enough to fit three ships our size. We didn't drop down exactly in the middle, but we weren't completely to one end either. That left a little extra space for the incoming ship on the far end, but no room for a third.
Everyone was inside the Mavdaios except me and Strawberry when the supply transport touched down. That did not include the dragons, though. They were still far in the distance. We should definitely work on some type of communicators for their future outings.
"Hello," I said as I waved like a child at the man that was coming in our direction. The rest of the ship's crew were already busy working their loaders to get the construction goods out of the ship. The man looked way too much like one of junkyard hoodlums from the first shop back in the city. He spent more time eyeballing Strawberry during his approach then me, even though I was the one that attempted contact.
"We have permission to be here," I said, pushing my awkward behavior farther.
"I know," the guy replied. He was dressed in black coveralls with a Dimo-Con logo on the breast. His boots were shiny and his clothes clean, so I figured him to be the supervisor, captain or pilot. "I just checked. They said you are here on unknown business. For the safety of my crew, I'm going to ask that you make that business known."
The man wasn't armed, and neither were we. We hadn't taken to carrying our weapons ever since we left the dragon planet where I had been kidnapped by monster girls. I knew that Teddy and the girls were inside with guns ready, watching us on their monitors.
I decided to slip back into protective mode, like I had done back at the shop. With a little more confidence I said, "We are stretching
