My eyes wondered down the back of my beautiful wife of Polynesian descent. Lin’s form was exquisite and her skin smooth. All the way down to her ankles. There I found bruises.
I had done that.
My lungs quivered when I sucked in my next breath. Hurting my women was the absolute worst thing that I could do. But I did it. Then I ran off without even talking to them. My soul needed searching at the time, and the walk was in order as far as I was concerned. Unfortunately, it only made matters worse.
Alora's food was done so Nancy jumped up to fix me something. It was a wifely thing that she did regularly even though she wasn't actually doing any of the cooking. I once referred to it as fetching. That almost put an end to the practice, so I promised never to belittle her effort again.
I told the story in full as I remembered it. First the killing of the gantha-beast. Then Alora leading me to a hiding place. Next was the birds that attacked. Then the three Peggy thugs with clubs. I tried not to get too graphic with the violence, but Alora added some of those gruesome details, wide-eyed as she relived the horror. Lin had managed to get the girl more comfortable in the environment of our spacecraft and she was becoming talkative.
Portia was not around to provide video of the fight that occurred on the ground after that. She was in the command room monitoring systems and checking on our cargo delivery status. No one was there when the port’s cargo chief had checked in earlier in the day, so we might be facing a delay.
Alora knew most of the story but paid close attention when I mentioned the icy chill that empowered me during the fights. That was something that I needed to discuss in more detail with my wives, but I wanted to avoid the Peggy girl hearing anything that she shouldn't. Especially the fact that I caused both of my women pain. That could dramatically reduce her opinion of me.
During the lengthy conversation Nancy's attitude toward Alora changed considerably. No longer perceived as a threat to our relationship, she adjusted to treat the girl like a child. Just as Lin was doing. They might both make great moms. I enjoyed watching them deal with her in a kind way.
My mother had told something me years ago. Actually, it was centuries ago, before I ended up in a cryogenic pod and sold to aliens. She said that remaining as a single person could only get me twenty-five percent of what life had to offer. Getting married would double that. But I would never reach the hundred percent experience until I had kids of my own. I was just then catching a glimpse of what she meant.
When our meals were finished Portia appeared in the doorway to the galley requesting permission to give Alora a medical examination. The girl was hesitant, so Nancy went with her for comfort. That was kind of weird considering she was the one that the Peggy female had been the most afraid of just a little while ago.
Being led by the hand of my first wife I heard the brown fuzzy girl ask, "Why did you call Portia a metal bitch?"
Nancy laughed before replying. Then they left earshot on their way to the medical bay. I didn't have any qualms with our new friend learning the true nature of Portia. I just thought that immediately before her examination might not be the right time for that revelation.
"Why did you leave us?" Lin asked.
"I didn't leave you," I replied defensively. "I just went for a walk."
"Without telling us. Why did you do that?"
"I hurt you both," I explained. Then gesturing at her legs. "I even bruised you!"
"Bruises will heal faster than emotional wounds," Lin told me. "You know that Nancy doesn't let go of things as quickly as I do."
"How is she?" I asked. "I caused her pain, too. Internally. Is she okay? Did she get checked by Portia?"
"Yes, she did. There was no real damage. She was a little sore, but an injection fixed that. Nancy said that it wasn't much worse than after having anal sex for the first time."
"Nancy has taken it up the butt?" That was news.
"Not likely a big cock like yours," Lin gave me that disapproving look. "And that is beside the point. She's fine physically."
"Why haven't your ankles healed?" I asked. "Portia should have made those go away quickly."
"I was stubborn," she answered with her signature pout. "And angry. I didn't want the pain to go away until we talked. But then you disappeared and we all went looking for you. You should have answered our calls at least."
I apologized again. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be the last time. She told me she would have the procedure done to relieve the bruising on her ankles as soon as Portia was finished with Alora's exam.
"You lose control when the coldness comes?" Lin asked me with genuine concern in her eyes. That was understandable.
I nodded. "But not totally. An orgasm is almost a loss of control in itself, so that complicated things. During each battle over the last twenty-four hours I seemed to gain more discipline. It changes me, though."
"Changes you? How?"
"I don't know how to explain it without scaring you."
"Well, you better try pretty hard now, because
