That brought me to Aeren. I left her for last for a reason. I planned to progress my relationship with her significantly before bedtime. In at least one way if not more. Emotionally, romantically, and sexually if it went well.
When I chimed her door, she opened it immediately. She stood sideways off toward the corner peering cautiously at the doorway. Her long hair was black at the moment and hung all the way down to her knees blocking all view of her body.
"Ah, captain," she said as she happily stepped up to me. "I was hoping that it was you."
Turning to face me I could quickly deduce that she was naked. That was when I noticed the discarded uniform on the bed. Her hair was pushed mostly to the back and sides and made no legitimate attempt to block my view of her goodies. And her goodies were oh so good.
Perfect breasts, nearly as big as Honey's despite her smaller frame. Narrow tapered waist that women of Earth two centuries ago would have died for. Tiny-lipped vagina peeking at me from below a naturally well-groomed bush. Legs of an anime goddess.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked, gesturing toward her nudity.
"Not at all," she replied. "You have seen me naked before. It is no big deal for me. However, if it is somehow a dishonor to reveal my nature to my superior, I'll happily cover up for you."
"No, no! I'm good. I just want you to be comfortable."
"I am quite comfortable with my body..."
"As you should be."
Then with an alluring smile she continued, "But I am not yet comfortable with our relationship. I assume that you are here to rectify that issue."
"Yes, I am," I replied as I sat down on the bed. I motioned for her to join me on the far side. Instead of walking around, she crawled over me. When she caught me starting at her breasts, she paused momentarily to give me a good up-close gander at their perfect form.
"What color do you prefer my hair?" she asked as got situated beside me. I could see her interest in seducing me in her own way, but it was currently being overruled by caution.
"Can you change it at will?"
"To a degree," she replied. "It alters naturally on its own according to my mood and surroundings. As you can see it is turning green now without any effort on my part."
"I like the green," I told her. "Combined with your long, pointed ears and sexy slim body it makes you look like an elf. I personally find that to be incredibly attractive."
"What exactly is an elf? This is not the first that you made such a reference," she asked as the braids on her crazy long mane continued its transition over to a dark green before steadily brightening in color.
"It is a humanoid creature of myths on my home planet," I explained. "Sometimes they warred with men, but their women were often portrayed as desirable. Unlike the dwarves and the goblins, though I'm sure there are men somewhere that prefer those."
"But you are into elves?" she asked as she turned toward me.
"No," I answered, intent on guiding this conversation as best as I could. "I am into you. Your elfish appearance is just a contributing factor."
"I think I understand," she said as she reached for my hand. Her narrow long fingers interlaced with mine like slithering snakes in warm oil. Her touch was welcome and timely. "What other factors make me desirable to you, captain?"
"You don't have to call me captain all the time. You have known me as Kash since we first met. Though our situation has changed dramatically since then, our personal relationship doesn't need to reflect that as much as you are allowing it."
"I see," she replied as she gently caressed my knuckles. "Okay, Kash. What else about me do you like?"
"You are smart," I told her, trying not to stray too far from our purpose in my response. "Stronger in battle than anyone could possibly imagine. You care deeply for your friends and take your responsibilities seriously. But mostly you have a way about you that makes me want to hold you in my arms and protect you."
"Would you like to hold me in your arms now?"
"Yes," I answered. I adjusted my position to recline and showed her how to lay her head on my chest like the other girls did. I pulled her willing thigh over my crotch placing her slender shapely calf on my right leg. She then reached for my right hand with her left to continue the fond gesture.
"What do you like about me?" I asked.
"You are a strong male," she answered without hesitation. "You have demonstrated your ability to produce semen on demand. I know that is not the answer that you are looking for, but it is a huge factor in attraction among my people. Doctor Vanilla has suggested that you even ejaculate more often than needed."
"Has she?" I used to be embarrassed by the divinely beautiful doctor watching me cum uncontrollably. Since establishing myself it is much less of an issue. Kind of like the difference between fondling yourself in front of strangers and doing it in front of your wife or longtime girlfriend.
"You are a good leader," she continued, her face warm against my chest. "Your ability to
