Escape to Alpha
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Chapter Eighteen
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter Eighteen - A young officer in an alien planet’s military space force is sent with two other space explorers back to the supposed origin of mankind a millennium or so after it was thought to be decimated. Alpha, they called it. Due to extenuating circumstances, when she arrived on Alpha, or Earth as we know it, she was alone. Not knowing, and even fearing what she would encounter upon landing, it turned out pretty well. Pretty well for her and for what was left of Earth’s severely diminished population.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Military Science Fiction Aliens Space Polygamy/Polyamory Politics
Yes, it was to be a Yling system wide broadcast public wedding. The cathedral, that was the only word one could use to describe a church that huge, was to be packed with thousands of citizens there to witness the wedding of a royal to what they considered a royal from another world in the far reaches of the universe.
Charlie, as an Ambassador from an almost eradicated people, was hailed as a hero and a man of high stature in his own right. He didn’t take that well, but Faron took him for a walk in their home, the palace where she and the girls lived, and they talked for a while, just the two of them. The six of us girls, one being a very obviously pregnant Nillon, just sat in the library chatting, but could see them through the big double doors, walking the halls, up and down the staircases, and out on the balcony and back inside, talking with each other, her every once in a while stopping, placing her hand on his forearm or cheek or some such and getting him to smile or nod, or both. She was just as pregnant as Nillon was, and needed to stop every once in a while for a break.
They walked back into the room where Nillon, Eazon, Sella, Son Lee, Sheila, and I were waiting for their return. “He’ll make it, girls. You have a prince in this one,” she said. She reached up and pulled him down by his ear, kissed him and walked out saying, “A prince, literally. I have some work to do. You have three days to get him ready to marry my daughter.” Charlie groaned. “I heard that!” she yelled. We heard her high heels clicking as she walked through the foyer to her palace office. Of course, the ladies in the room with Charlie all started laughing at his situation. He was such a dear.
The wedding was a huge royal affair with two ministers serving rites to Eazon and Charlie, then to Eazon and each one of us. Again, Charlie was asked if he took each of the four of us for his wives, to protect and provide for from that day forward in perpetuity. Again, he said yes four times. We had all now been married in not only Earth’s religious and legal circles, but also by the Yling and Arnis religious and legal confines. We were well married, one might say.
At the reception, held at the palace, we met hundreds and hundreds of leading professional and political figures, most of the royalty and sub royalty of the Yling and Arnis people, and several reporters and other journalists making sure the event was documented and disseminated to the remainder of the kingdom and most probably the known universe where communications channels existed.
Just days before we departed for Earth to take our new wife, who was most assuredly with child at that point, her little brother and her niece were both born within hours of each other. Little pink babies that looked just perfect, although a little pinker than most human children, were now being cuddled and cooed to by the five of us while the two mothers recuperated.
Naturally, Faron fared slightly better than Nillon, having gone through the process before. It had been a long, long time since she had, so it wasn’t a cake walk like most third children are. Nillon had it pretty bad, though, suffering twelve hours of hard labor and declaring to the world that Charlie Collins needed to be brought to justice and hanged for his part in her misery. Thankfully she wasn’t the queen at the time, or we may not have been able to save him from swinging from the gallows.
Fifteen minutes after Princess Fallon was born, Nillon spent ten solid minutes crying and apologizing to Charlie for the things she said, telling him in no uncertain terms that she loved him and was ever so thankful that he gave her such a beautiful daughter, and kissing him all over his face, hands, and arms.
Faron laughed so hard at the display of normal, irrational, motherly behavior, or as she said, ‘misbehavior’, she went into labor herself and two hours later Prince Rallon was born. Charlie received all the same kisses and thanks from the queen, but none of the browbeating or threatening gestures her daughter had given him.
Several days later, we shuttled up to the Phoenix and left the Yling Systems for Earth. Eazon had talked her mother into keeping the two spacecraft and all the people on board at home for little Fallon and Rallon to use when they were of age to need such things. We had convinced her it was a waste of time and energy to maintain the ships and personnel back home, since all we were going to be doing was living the lives of a working family, raising children, and once in a while running off to parts unknown, and some known, to see friends, new and old, some family, and the occasional pirate. The last comment reminded us all that space was still the wild frontier it had been referred to on many occasions.
Speaking of family, and children, we finally got around to helping Sheila give birth to a baby boy. A normal, flesh colored little guy. He had a brother a few months later, more of a pastel blue offering when born, but seemed to lose most of his coloring as he got a little older. Sella and I both gave birth to little girls knowing full well we were getting to an age where we needed to poop or get off the pot so that Charlie could enjoy them with us for his remaining lifetime.
We were hoping we could keep him and Sheila around for sixty or seventy more years, not as long as the other four of us would live, to be certain, but hopefully long enough to be happy and grow older together.
In our travels around the galaxy, we only confronted pirates two more times, both instances involved human criminals off trying to make themselves wealthy off others’ labors. Both confrontations ended peacefully for all concerned, since Son Lee’s government contractors had come up with a weapon that disabled ships’ electrical systems for short periods until they could be convinced to surrender. It was a boon for all concerned and cut down on large quantities of space trash needing to be cleared for safe travel. Having created more than a few clouds of dangerous space debris, I knew firsthand what a mess they made.