Epilogue
BIG GUY
"We need to talk about boundaries," Adesewa said from where she stood in the center of the room. She gave my mate and me a firm look. "Regarding public sex. There have been some complaints."
Annoyance, amusement, my alien body language subroutine reported.
A few of the other women gathered around the large common room giggled, and every single person looked at us.
There were pillows now perched on various levels of the huge blocky levels that the women used as seats for these meetings.
There were a few standing, like Adesewa, who led the meetings, and Sara, who stood closest to the hallway that led to her medical lab, her arms crossed as her foot tapped the ground impatiently.
My brothers, the ones that Sara had healed, were mostly there, except for the one who was calling himself Frankenstein.
His mate didn't like to come to these meetings, so neither did he.
"I think we should have a specific room that is designated for that," Saoirse said, her voice calm and cheery. "We can set up a leisure suite, maybe with hot tubs and pools or something like that? That area can be a nudity- and adult activity-positive zone."
"We're in space," Sara said. "Pools don't make any sense at all. You have to conserve water in space."
I'd come to find that humans had strangely limited ideas of what was possible.
They tended to operate from an idea that resources were limited.
As a Calicium, I was very aware of the vast amount of resources available for harvesting in even a single solar system.
Ice asteroids were a good source of water.
The only limiting factor was trained labor.
But we were on a Vaurelcar, not a normal ship, where everything had to be done by small hands.
"I want a pool, Big Guy," Andrea murmured quietly to me.
She had made it clear that as her mate, I was responsible for speaking up for her.
She said it was because people listened more when a man spoke, but that didn't make sense at all.
The women listened equally to everyone who spoke up.
There were individuals whose opinions were trusted more, depending on the subject, but I'd seen no evidence that genitalia had anything to do with it.
I decided it was something to do with the males from her planet and didn't worry much about it.
She said many things that made them sound terrible, and each thing made me delighted as I knew how good I looked in comparison.
I was happy to take on any role in our relationship that she wanted.
Especially since that role involved mating with her whenever and wherever I felt like it, however, it was clear the other women didn't appreciate my loud enjoyment of my mate.
I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, my thumb brushing against the side of her breast, which was currently covered in my secretion. It hardened with long enough exposure to air, but Andrea said it was comfortable, and she greatly preferred wearing it to her dross uniform.
Seeing her covered in my secretions was utterly maddening in a delightful way. Now that I had experienced it, I fully understood why mating was focused on so intently in so many cultures.
It was a true joy in life.
Andrea was my first, and most important, joy.
I submitted the request. The automated system the ship set up to interface with us was very agreeable.
I didn't even have to draw up designs. All I did was submit requests, and after some time, the tools and materials appeared.
It had taken me a while to build Andrea's hair salon, as she had a great many number of specifications of what she needed for it.
I even had to make an optical image replicator to take pictures of the intricate braiding she did, so she could make large signs all covered in different images of braids to mount up on the walls outside her salon.
She let out a strange cackle when she saw the final result. She seemed to take immense joy in displaying her braids in large pictures for everyone to see; it made me wish I had hair like hers so she could use me as one of her models.
The request came back as approved and in progress.
"There will be a pool," I declared. "There will be lots of mating in the pool."
"I think we need two pools," another woman said. "Can we have two, please? One where only swimming is allowed."
"There will be two pools!" I declared after updating the request. For a request this large, the Vaurelcar would have to get involved, as it would have to handle the plumbing, but it seemed more than willing to give its guests whatever they wanted as long as it didn't have to talk to them.
"So are we all in agreement that public sex is now restricted to the soon to be built adult only activity area that will soon be built that will have one pool, a second pool to be built in the everyone area," Adesewa said. "All in favor, raise your hand."
Everyone raised their hand. Andrea waited until I raised my hand before she raised her own.
She always did that, following my lead. It gave me a euphoric feeling that I loved.
She had so much power over me, and yet all she wanted to do was follow me around and put her mouth on me until I couldn't stand it and had to fill her with my seed again.
"Let's move on to our next item," Adesewa said. "Noelle has requested we keep our eyes out for seeds in the storage units we come across. Noelle, do you want to explain further?"
Noelle stood up and went down to the center of the room.
I leaned my cheek against the soft mound of my mate's braids and wondered how soon the meeting would be over so that I could crack her out of the pliable shell I'd put around her.
Her scent had changed subtly, and her breasts had grown just a little bit heavier than they were before, and every change in her made me want her even more.
There was so much beauty in this new life with her.
I couldn't wait to see where the journey took us. There was nothing more beautiful I could imagine than this life by her side.