Chapter 9

The meeting with Garn started roughly. There were two civilian government officials, introduced as ministers of treasury and science. The one from treasury still wanted all of the gold and platinum Magnus had on the planet and tried to explain to Garn to take it from them by force, then he would be a hero in the eyes of the king and queen and the people of Niloc.

“Minister Palt, you may have missed the earlier demonstration. Not 15 parts past, Chancellor Charles had us try to kill one of his navy ships. We would have scored two direct hits, neither of which did any damage. His defense missiles intercepted a Particle Beam Cannon round, and his ‘shields’ as he calls them, deflected our strongest laser cannon fire. Minister, we will not be taking anything by force. We do, however, need tungsten, silver, and lead, badly, to continue our communications systems on Niloc, and will try to bargain for them. We also would like to broaden our genetic lines, but that will have to be on a volunteer basis, even though we may be able to pay women handsomely for their effort.”

“Would men not help as well, Garn?” I asked him. “I know more than a few handsome, virile, single men that would jump at the chance to be with some of your beautiful women. They are, you know. There are few things cuter than a pretty, petite blue woman with a gorgeous, well-proportioned body, and all of the women I’ve seen on this ship meet that description to a T.”

“We were only going to try for one special male.” He looked at Faro and got back a look of anger. “But it seems it may have been a bit premature. Chancellor, if I may have a few minutes of your time after we conclude here, I would be grateful.” I nodded.

“Garn, what can you offer in exchange for the metals you need. We don’t deal in slavery, so the human trade thing is out, as you know.” He nodded. “We can help with what you need. Do you have an abundance of any product? Wood, citrus fruits, gems, titanium, any of those products?”

“Yes, many. Wood and titanium are plentiful. We are a forested planet and have been practicing positive forest management for centuries.”

The conversation went on for hours, until we were all a bit tired of it and decided to conclude and reconvene the meetings the next day. These people and a couple of their allies were going to be a boon to trade between several of our worlds.

Garn called me out into the corridor. “Faro told me that you complimented her beauty again, this time when she was not in the company of others. That means to me that you believe it to be true and were not just showing your thoughts to others.”

“True, Garn. I think she is a very beautiful woman. Tell me, what causes the blue tint to the skin your people share?”

“We think it is a mixture of things, but it is stronger in parts of our world and slighter in others. Cobalt, cadmium, osmium, and the extra duplex nitrogen molecules in our air are all partially responsible. Back to Faro, Chancellor, what are your intentions toward my daughter?”

“Whoa, Garn. Hold up there. I did not express any intentions, as you call them. She is a beautiful woman. If I were a looking for a woman and I happened upon her, I would be interested. I have six wonderful women that all love me, and I love them. It would be a tall hill to climb to add another. They would all have to agree, and she would have to learn to love them as well as them loving her. I’m sure Faro could find an easier road to travel.”

“I am going to give her to you for an experiment. You people enjoy scientific research. You sent a ship to our region. I want you to have her for your own. I now give her to you. I want for you to do a test. Every week take a picture from the same device and compare them as she stays with you. I want to see if it is true what our king’s wife says that away from Niloc, a Niloshian will release the chemicals and lighten their skin to that which you humans have. It’s just an experiment. We are healthy and happy. I just want her out of my hair and away from a certain male of Niloc.”

“Tell me what is really going on, Garn. If I am going to be stuck with your daughter, who I get the impression doesn’t like me anyway, I need to know what the real problem is.”

“There is a man. He has his eyes set on Faro. Faro does not like him. I do not like him. The king does not like him, but he is the king’s nephew. If it were any other man, most likely, I could intervene and I would not have to do this horrible thing to my little girl, but...”

“She is not being subjected to horrible things, Garn. If you want me to save her from the madness of a shitty arranged marriage...” He held up his hand.

“What is ‘shitty’ Charles?”

“Poop. Excrement. Human waste. Animal...” He interrupted me.

“Yes, yes, I see. Her life will not be ‘shitty’ with you. Is that what you are saying? Will you do this?”

“Garn, if she is with us and pulls her weight, does what she is told, and acts like a human being, her life will not be shitty. Yes. That’s what I am saying, and yes, I will, if you are sure you want me to do this. I am proud you trust us this much.”

“I see good in you, Chancellor. Much good. I would not want to do that to her. A shitty life. Remember, pictures, every week. Same place. Same background. Same lighting. Same device.”

“Now all you have to do is convince her,” I said, as he smiled.

He yelled, “Faro! Come to me, little one.”

I whispered to him, “Little one?”

“She is my youngest.” I nodded. “And by the way, Charles, she is impressed by you and very possibly attracted if not already infatuated.” Faro arrived and nodded to her father in a kind of salute or greeting, I’m sure. “Faro, we are going to conduct an experiment for the queen. As much as it pains me to do this, I need you to accompany the Chancellor and remain with him as first and foremost, an ambassador from the Niloshian Kingdom, and second, but also meaningful, as a living experiment away from the elements and environment of Niloc itself.” Her eyebrows went up in question. “Consider this your new military assignment, my dear.” He took her hand, then holding it out to me, said “I now give her to you. Take her and put her to work. Chancellor, what is your fourth level of rank for your officers?”

“That would be a Major in the Cojourn Space Command, Garn. We are not from here, though, here being Magnus. Magnus Major to be exact. Here, she would be a Lieutenant Commander, since they consider their space vehicles to be their Navy. Never mind. I’m bloviating.”

Georgia started laughing. “Admiral Garn, Major Faro, he’s nervous. He is a wonderful man, but thinks he is below having beautiful women surrounding him and taking care of his every need. He’s not. He deserves everything he gets. He is a marvelous, intelligent, kind, fair, and trustworthy leader, and yes, a wonderful man. We need to get him back to the ship. Faro, if you will follow me, and stay with me, we will begin your new life as a slave in the galley scrubbing pots and...”

Faro screamed, “WHAT?!!”

Georgia patted her hand and started laughing, as did her father. She startled me, so it took me another second to realize what was said. “Honey, I was just kidding. You are a Major in the Cojourn Space Command. Trust me, the only pots you’ll be cleaning will be our own and it will be at home after dinner. We all pitch in. Come on, let’s go. Chancellor, let’s head out. Their shuttle crew is waiting to return us to the Valor.”

I told Garn that I, or our negotiators, would see him or his negotiators the next day and we would hammer out a deal that was good for all, and peaceful, for the long term. He agreed, we shook hands, and I followed Georgia and my newest crew member toward our transportation home. At least our temporary home.

Once there, she was shown around our area of the ship, my suite, the one next to it where Clarise normally stayed, but Willaw was using it for her things, and the next one, which was Georgia’s. She was impressed by the trappings and the size of the suites, regardless of how small we thought they were.

“Faro, you will be bunking with me, but normally I stay with Charlie, as does Willaw, in his bed. You will not be doing that, I’m sure, since you are here on assignment and not necessarily as part of our family.”

“Chancellor, did you and my father speak before I was sent away with you? What did he say about me? What words did he use when he told you I would go and be assigned with you?”

“Well, let’s see. He said he wanted to give you to me for an experiment, then he said that I would have you for my own, then ... Oh, shit. Then he said ‘I now give her to you’.”

“Did you accept, in any way, or say yes, that you would take me?” she asked.

“Yes, I did just that. I said, ‘Yes’. This isn’t temporary is it, Faro?”

“No. How many wives did you have, Charles?”

“Did I have? That sounds ominous. Just one, Faro. One. One wife and five concubines, lovers, pseudo-spouses, and friends. The girls I love fit all those categories.”

“In our world, you would now have two wives and five lovers and such. We are not in my world, though, so it will be your decision. Am I a wife, or a concubine? A mistress, or a thrall? Regardless of which you choose me to be, I am now yours, for eternity. My father has given me to you, and you accepted. What would you have me do now, husband, provider, master, lord?”

“Fit in.” I just looked at Georgia and Willaw, shook my head and sighed. “Just fit in and love us. That’s all I can ask.”

Georgia and Willaw, with one on each side of her, took her hands and walked her into the bathroom. The view from my angle was one of an erotic sandwich. My ladies were both wearing form fitting flight suits and between them was a naked, light blue, petite vision of blue sexiness. Faro was only about five feet tall, if that, but was well built. Her hourglass waist made her bust and her hips seem larger than they were, but ever so attractive. Her breasts, while not large, seemed so on her small chest. The thought of that small but soft and cute butt spending the night in my bed caused stirrings in my groin. So much so that when the women returned from the head, showered, all naked, and again holding hands with Faro in the middle, I was already as hard as I’d ever been and more than desirous of what Georgia was instigating.

“The three of us have talked, my lord, and according to, not only customs, but also the desires of your seventh, sixth, and third wives, you must claim and mark that which has been given to you. I warn you though, Charlie, that Faro is a virgin, having never been penetrated by anything short of feminine hygiene products, but is more than willing to submit to her father’s wishes and become your thrall. As soon as you take a picture of her against that wall, with all the lights on, using the camera on your personal comm, we are going to take you to bed and have our way with you, showing her the joy of sitting on your lap, if that’s all right with you, of course.”

“Perfect. More than perfect, but doesn’t that mean we will have to be on the Valor every week?”

“Not necessarily. We’ll set something up at home, and using the light meter on my flight calculator we should be able to get extremely close and go from there.” She took the device from her leg pocket in the flight suit and took some readings. “It’s just a light blue wall and we have one of those in our bedroom at home.”

“Ok, little one, assume a stance with your shoulders square, elbows out with your hands on your hips, feet shoulder width apart, and smiling.” Willaw assisted her in getting just the right pose. I took the picture, then noticed she was becoming aroused. The glistening of her nether lips, just under the dusting of white hair, gave every indication that she was highly excited by her surroundings.

Georgia brought her to me, had me lie back on the bed, then showed her how to touch and enjoy every inch of a man’s body, this man’s body, then Willaw coached her through her first ever oral session. Even though her physical age was similar to that of Georgia and Willaw, younger than Clarise and me, she had no sexual experiences with others, at all, Georgia explained to me while the other two were conducting and attending a class on fellatio. Faro had almost no gag reflex, and after the third or fourth try, a half hour into our first ever attempt at romantic conversation, foreplay, and lovemaking, had me in her throat, swallowing, and coaxing me to climax directly into her being. It was a feeling which was unique in all my experiences.

Georgia then directed the newcomer to turn around and plant herself on my face, allowing me to taste the nectar I had only seen, glistening in the camera lighting earlier. She smelled of lavender, no doubt the work of Willaw, since that has become the woman’s favorite fragrance. Although the scent was floral, her taste was semi-sweet, yet salty. I have to say, her taste was different, with background aftertastes I had never experienced. The elements in their environment did alter many things from our own, in many ways. I realized then that I had never kissed this woman anywhere but on her hand. I needed to rectify that, and soon.

I put all my effort into helping her reach a peak of ecstacy, softly nibbling at her nether regions while one hand worked her belly and the other her backside, tickling her very bottom, which was a pinkish white, until I was graced with a small gush of her fluids and a spasming little woman between my hands. She was shocked at her own reaction to my stimulation of her most sensitive and private areas. I used both hands then to pick her up off my face, turn her around and kiss her romantically.

She tried for a second to stop and back away, then gave in to her own desires and almost devoured my face. For her first sexual interlude, she was an ‘all in’ participant. Her kisses, as fervent as they seemed, were loving, caring, and giving. During that kiss, I knew I had a seventh in our home and would for eternity. She had committed, internally, as well as verbally, to us.

I was so hard it was beginning to hurt, so I did what any normal man would do in this situation. I sat up and asked for help. “Georgia, can you reach in there and get me pointed in the right direction. I need, more than anything I can think of right now, to claim this beautiful woman as my own and make love to her.”

“Yes, Charlie. Gladly. Faro, rise a little. A little more. Right there. Can you feel that?”

“Oh, my, Georgia, it’s huge.”

“Go slowly, honey. Slowly will allow you to expand around it and accept it into your body. His body entering yours, joining the two of you together for the ages. Down a little.”

“Ohmmm. Eeeeh. Owww.”

I felt Georgia massaging her as excited as possible. Once she had, and it felt pretty wet around our joining, she looked at me and nodded. “Charlie, now!” Georgia exclaimed. On her command, I hunched my body upward a little as Georgia, one hand on Faro’s back and the other on her tummy just over her little patch of wispy white hair, pushed down.

Faro screamed. Her shriek was loud enough to affect my hearing for a minute or two. She went limp for a minute, shaking, squeezing my neck, then pulled back, and took my head in her hands. “I will never be with another man. I am yours until the stars stop burning.” She kissed me again, lovingly, sharing tongues and breath, and even though not intentionally, saliva. The saliva from the kiss also had odd flavors, certainly caused by the strong concentration of the different elements of their world. “I am so sorry for not being able to quietly handle the pain of becoming a woman. Your maleness is tremendous, Charles. Please forgive me and don’t send me away for another to claim. I couldn’t bear that shame.”

“Not a chance, little one. I am forever yours, just as you have stated you are forever mine. My values on the issue are just as yours. While there are others in our home, you are a part of that home, and no man will ever touch you while I am alive to defend your virtue.” I held her closely as the girls both rubbed her back and her legs, comforting her.

Each of them kissed her, romantically. Then passed her across my lap to the other, twice each.

“So much love in your home, Charles. I know I will be happy and there will never be a regret.”

“Welcome home, Faro,” Georgina said. Faro looked at her in question.

Willaw took over at that point. “Faro, our home is not only where we live, but where our heart is, where Charlie is. You are home if you are in his presence, be that on this ship, at our home in Concordia, or walking across some strange planet helping him save the universe.” All three of the girls giggled. I rolled my eyes at the dramatic explanation.

“I understand, Willaw. Thank you, both of you. I accept your welcome, and would do so with open arms, but I do not want to let go of this magnificent creature while I am joined with his magnificence. Charles, please continue to take me until you fill me with the seeds of your progeny. Be gentle, please, but be firm and take what is yours.”

I did, at first, go slowly, but as we progressed, I picked her up, changed my position so that I was on my knees, sitting on my heels, and while I held her small body by her flanks, my thumbs just touching the lower bulge of her breasts and my hands wrapped around her sides to her back, I held her to me and made love to her. She was enjoying the movement as much as I was, having two orgasms before I reached mine, joining as close as I could, holding her to me firmly, feeling her entire body on me, and unleashing all I had to give her. I fell backwards, holding her to my chest, as our other two lovers used their tongues and a couple of warm washrags to clean up the mixture of purple blood, male leakage, and womanly fluids.

“Faro, that was amazing. Thank you for your gift. Please tell me this is what your father had planned and that we are not committing some Niloshian sin by making love so soon.”

“No, Charles, my love. We have done exactly as he wished if those were the words he spoke to you.”

A ding was heard, then Anna’s voice announced, “Darling Faro, those were his words, and after researching the Niloshian lore and laws pertaining to this subject, the minute your father said, ‘I now give her to you,’ and Charles said, ‘Yes’, that he would take you, you and Charles were wed. That is the Niloshian way, is it not?”

Faro nodded firmly and looked around trying to figure out who was talking. Georgia explained, “Faro, that is Anna. She is an artificial intelligence Charlie built to help us in our travels. She is close to sentient but lacks a human form or being. Other than that, she is one of us. Her sister, Betty, lives at our house, and between the two of them, if you need anything, they can help you.”