Chapter 7

The next night, just one more after that until we reached Fairland, the twins spent in the Princess’s suite, and the four women spent it in bed with me. There was an excess of female-to-female expressions of passion, but I didn’t go without. My fiancée took the opportunity to show our newest member how she likes to sit on my tongue with her hands on my chest. I was able, after they changed places, to prove to Willaw that I liked it as much as Gwyneth enjoyed it. That was to her benefit, as she had two really strong orgasms while perched over me watching Gwyneth have her way with me and seeing Clarise and Georgia please each other while lying on their sides and sharing in each other’s womanly treasures.

The last night before we reached Fairland, I was sent to bed with Lina and Mina, the four women choosing to spend time together in Gwyneth’s suite talking about the wedding and our plans for afterwards, i.e., the honeymoon. It wasn’t often that Clarise, or Georgia for that matter, chose to do something completely off the wall, like just have fun and disregard their stressful positions for a few hours. This was one of those times when it was not only condoned but recommended and espoused. I have no idea what hijinks the women got up to while they were together. They didn’t volunteer any information and I never asked. I do know that Willaw had learned enough English to thank me for letting her spend the night with the ladies of my pen. She then kissed me on the lips and reminded me that she was mine to do with as I wished.

The ladies never asked about what the three others of us got up to, either, but it would have been an easy answer should we have been asked. We made love to each other for two hours. They were on top, looking down from one of two positions, and I was on the bottom, looking up, but not able to see a damned thing, or hear much at all, since one or the other set of ass cheeks was over my eyes and the matching set of thighs was over my ears. They each took turns riding my lips while the other one was on my substantial manhood. I was able to empty all of my stress, as well as a fairly good-sized collection of bodily fluids, into each of them as they had fun on my face and my pelvis. The last one of them to climax, I think it was Mina, was actually suspended in the air, feet off the ground as I blasted my seed into her. She screamed loud enough as she succumbed to her own climax that I could clearly hear her with her twin sister’s legs covering my ears. She was loud, to say the least. Loud, but also very happy. I fell asleep after they cleaned me up with a warm cloth, each of them taking a shoulder and an armpit, holding hands over my chest. I loved Gwyneth’s little urchins and was getting closer and closer to them each time we spent time together. I told each of them that and thanked them for accompanying their Princess into my life and sharing their lives with me. Having each of them tell me they loved me as well made me proud that I had them within my reach, within my realm, figuratively ... and literally, I guess.

Our arrival on Fairland was without much fanfare, as we requested. Gwyneth wanted to do some quiet sightseeing before the wedding, which was planned for another four days in the future. We had plenty of time to spare after our tryst with the Tinduu ladies at Gorthon. In just a couple more days, we’d know the outcome of Admiral Stanton’s mission. Hopefully his Tinduu captives, his girlfriend and her navigator buddy, as well as their engineering crew, could convince the women to surrender and return to Tinduu with Frank. At that point, we could attempt to reason with them, or maybe assist the women to revolt, or something similar, in order to keep them from attacking innocent civilizations.

The sightseeing trips confirmed to me that Fairland, and Goodland for that matter, were amazingly beautiful countries, and the Thordast kingdom was full of natural wonders. I enjoyed spending the time with the women in my life, sharing the landscape and the sights with them. It was two days before the wedding that Georgia and Gwyneth left me, taking the twins, not to be seen again until the wedding. I’m sure if she could have spoken better English, Willaw would be in the wedding preparation party. She just seemed like now that she was free, she might enjoy such frivolity.

Clarise spent the next two days with me, as did my new captive. We spent time communicating with Admiral Stanton, as well as Perna, Willaw’s deputy commander, and Sillo, the navigator accompanying her on the admiral’s ship. Farsa and Meelo, the engineering department volunteers, were around, but we spoke mostly with the former two women.

During our communications, definitely easier due to the immersion training the four underwent, we found that they were able to speak to and convince the other ship to surrender before they were dispatched into the dark void, in millions of little bits, and have a chance to live another day. Perna told us it wasn’t hard, since no one was armed on the video screen, and she was able to talk plainly, concisely, and genuinely to her fellow space sailors on their vessel. The same actions were taken, in respect to checking out their ship, but once it was found clean, it was kept in the bay of the Fortitude, a much, much larger ship than the Valor, and would be delivered to the scrap yard instead of being towed.

The admiral made the same concessions for this crew, of which there were almost eighty, allowing them to mingle with his crew and socialize as much as possible. There were about thirty translators on board the admiral’s flagship, which were basically enough that if they were in small groups, the crewmembers of each ship could speak to each other effectively.

Between Frank, Clarise, and myself, we decided it would be best to take all of the Tinduu women to Concordia, house them, teach them English, and find out what they wanted to do, long term. Five of them had already decided their future, if we allowed, and it was looking pretty good for several of the others. We may only need housing for about a hundred of them at this rate.

When Willaw asked what type of housing would be afforded her personnel, Clarise showed her pictures of one of the Bachelor Officer Quarters buildings, the suites that showed two bedrooms sharing a bathroom in between them, and the beds and such. She asked Clarise if she was lying, because no one would be allowed to live that well, except a leader. She described the leaders’ rooms, with a big bed and a sink and all, and told of the pens, where the girls slept in bunkbeds, three or four high, with communal showers and toilets. It was about that time that I think Clarise decided to try to talk me into telling the admiral to kill every adult man on the planet and set the women free.

The day was here. My wedding day. The wedding that would join the Cojourn and Thordast worlds together and hopefully provide heirs so that they may continue to thrive. As I was standing in the great hall, with hundreds and hundreds of people and beings of many different races and species gathered and murmuring, a great musical instrument sounded the notes I was told would indicate my betrothed would be approaching shortly. The king himself, with one of his highest officers, would perform the ceremony.

None other than Queen Rena accompanied her daughter down the aisle. I would find out later, that it was a last-minute decision, allowed only because of Rena’s apologetic and sincere discussion with Gwyneth about the circumstances involved in her bad decision making. It would change nothing about her future, but Rena was allowed this one perk. To be with her daughter as she wed.

Once Rena delivered Gwyneth to me and I took her hand, I exchanged a look with her mother that made even me ashamed of my own vitriol, then Rena cowered and backed up a few steps, sitting in a reserved seat, and calmly prepared to watch the proceeding. I noticed the anklets on each of her legs. Nothing had changed, for sure. She was smiling, though, and that was something.

My intended was indeed beautiful in her little blue outfit, the gossamer gown, now longer with a veil, head dress, and train of matching chiffon trailing behind the peignoir highlighting her sexy outfit and her gorgeous features. The short shorts and bra top did nothing to hide her soft curves, and the pantyhose and high heels topped off the view making me almost drool over what would be mine for eternity. Her court was dressed similarly, without benefit of the long sheer robes. Clarise in green, Georgia in crimson, the twins in pink and powder blue, and Willaw in a soft pale yellow. It really highlighted her purple hair. Each was wearing identical shorts, bra tops, sheer to waist hose, and strappy leather high heeled sandals, the only difference being the slight variations in size, and of course, the colors.

The actual nuptial service, the wedding itself, only lasted about fifteen minutes, probably longer than most since there were actually persons of royalty involved, but once it was over and we had placed rings on each other’s fingers, we were declared man and wife, we kissed, and were immediately told, “Now, go home and make us some babies. I need heirs. I need a grandson to raise!” The entire hall, every one of the hundreds and hundreds of people there, all burst out with cheers and laughter at once, very possibly shaking the very foundation of the building.

We made it out of the hall alive, Lina and Mina tending her train, Clarise and Georgia behind them, dragging along a laughing Willaw. Our captive was enjoying the festivities just as much as the rest of us. We had decided to honeymoon in Goodland, our entire stay set up and taken care of by Crown Prince Walton and his son, Prince Reginald. Prince Rowland was still alive, somewhere, on the prison planet, but no one felt his chances of long-term survival were very good. Walton didn’t speak of such things, and Reginald probably wouldn’t have, had I not asked specifically if there was any news of his brother’s whereabouts. It was a very short conversation, made with stoic expression, but once over, the smiles were back, and the welcome committee took excellent care of us.

Our suite, the penthouse of the main resort building, overlooking the Equatorial Sea, was huge. It had plenty of room for the help to stay, as well as a master bedroom with a much bigger than king sized bed, and two other rooms with an adjoining bathroom between them. Even they had queen-size beds, so there wouldn’t be a problem finding soft spaces for my family to sleep.

After the first night, the one where Gwyneth and I were abandoned to find our way through the consummation process, there was more interest paid to Willaw and her true, long-term desires. She again iterated that she wanted her crew, and that of her sister ship, well taken care of and that she wished to become my fourth wife, but could be ranked sixth, behind our little slave girls, if that was the way of my pen. She also reiterated her desire to belong, body and soul, to me and my spouse, and if that was the way of my pen, to my concubines as well.

The second night we were at the resort, the seven of us slept together in the huge bed, but only after we had dabbled in the sexual delights of every other person on the bed with us. Gwyneth, in the most humorous fashion, demanded that the captive from our last battle service her with her tongue and fingers, declaring that as the wife of the Chancellor and the Princess of Thordast, as well as the Queen Mother of whoever Charles and she could bear, she was entitled to the rewards of the battle.

We all started laughing, but when Willaw did, it caused vibrations to sound throughout Gwyneth’s pubis, across her most sensitive areas, and through said captive’s fingers. She reached a climax so hard she squirted on Willaw, frightening the poor woman.

After Lina and Mina succeeded in calming their mistress, they assisted her in turning the tables on the Tinduu woman and gave her the most extreme sexual peak she’d ever experienced, at least according to her own account. The other three of us watched and fondled each other, sharing kisses, all over our bodies, while the Princess and her minions went to work on their prey for almost an hour, edging and teasing her until, after everything was perfect, pushing her over the edge and causing her to not only squirt, as she had made Gwyneth do, but to convulse for a few seconds, then faint, passed out cold, and not coming back for half an hour.

“That’ll teach her,” Mina said, laughing at the destruction they had caused.

The twins then approached me, using Clarise and Georgia on my face and pelvis, to bring all three of us to extreme climaxes as well. This time it was Clarise on my face, her lovely tasting nether regions leaking all over my lips, and Georgia and her tight body coaxing my love juice out of me and into her lush and desirable body. All in all, it was a wonderful night. Not often did we really spend that much time in the actual acts of carnal activity, but that night, we went from after dinner until way after midnight, hours after, in fact, performing sexual acts of love and desire on each other. Everyone shared the bodies and bodily fluids of every other one there. We made sure it was a complete circle, intended to join us all in permanence.

Honeymoons don’t last forever, though, and after about ten days of frolicking in the sun, swimming in the ocean and resort pools, sex on the sunny penthouse balcony, dancing in local clubs, listening to live music in several venues, watching risqué night club acts involving scantily clad entertainers, and more sex in the penthouse and on the private beaches, we had to head out.

Admiral Stanton had communicated with the Tinduu men and advised them that plans were being made to confront them and their hostile attitudes. During the conversations, Perna and Sillo helped translate the real problems to the admiral and his senior staff. The real problems on Tinduu consisted of piss poor management of natural resources, piss poor division of labor, and piss poor use of wealth to further the Tinduu civilization. In other words, piss poor leadership and most likely massive corruption.

A message was sent, received, and acknowledged. That message: “A Regency shuttlecraft will be in your airspace looking at the planet and your situation. Any act of aggression toward this craft will be cause for us to retaliate, killing and eating all of the adult men on the planet. The adult women and children will be fast frozen for later meals.” The four Tinduu women onboard the Fortitude were laughing heartily when they translated the message for their people’s consumption.

Perna whispered in Frank’s ear on the bridge. “But you really did eat me, Frank, and thank you for that.” She and Frank shared an intimate smile, then Admiral Stanton ordered the message transmitted several times over the next twenty minutes.

During the flight, Perna pointed out to him the different important buildings where only men could enter and explained the way the estates were laid out and what the different buildings were. The admiral needed to see nothing else during his shuttle tour of the planet than contrast between the gaudily gilded castles and buildings the men lived in, and the stark ugly bunk houses next to the castles and such where the women and children lived. He saw vehicles traveling here and there, and women and children walking on paths and sidewalks around the city, not to mention the fields where women and children were working with hand tools while men drove around in wheeled vehicles and hovers checking on them. Perna explained to him that the women were walking to work, or to do chores, or to care for their children, but were never allowed to drive or ride in vehicles on their own planet.

She also explained that there was no correlation between that situation and the fact that their spacecraft were operated and defended by armed women off the planet. Her feeling was that it was due to a fear of flight that most men of power shared.

Frank told me, he thought to himself, ‘Hand tools, used by women and children, in a society capable of space travel, while the men, the leaders, or supervisors, ran around in fancy cars and hovercraft.’ No, Admiral Stanton didn’t need any more information than that.

The pictures of the fields, the ostentatiously overdone living quarters, and opulent buildings used only by men, having been gilded in gold, for the most part, while women and children lived in squalor, and worked using primitive tools, were enough to get Clarise’s attention and draw the ire of the Chancellor and his new bride, causing us to work on forming a plan of action to fix the wrongs in the Tinduu world. Yes, I was incensed at the way the women and children were treated on Tinduu. First, however, we decided to get the Barahngan people behind us. As the Tinduu were descendants of the Barahngan, now a provable fact, their help would be in order.

Clarise sent an official request to visit with a short explanation of events. We were invited to come at our earliest convenience, and they would be glad to help. There had been stories, most unbelievable, explaining how this could be happening. While the Barahngan did not practice spaceflight, they did have spaceports used by others for mining operations and other forms of commerce on Barahng.