Chapter 7

Being married to a Tsch’kal was a lot like being married to a human. We had a LOT of sex. We spent a lot of time naked in the lake and in the shower. I’d never understood why the shower compartment on the Queen North was as large as it was. I’d been on a few other fast freighters and courier ships, and the shower compartment was essentially a box with a showerhead above you, a valve on the bulkhead, and a drain in the deck. You shaved in the toilet alcove. On one courier ship I had toured, the sink was built in to the top of the toilet. It was nice being able to shower with my funed, my mate. Having to share a toilet, though, was less desirable. I remember my parents talking about how my mother’s parents were so comfortable that her dad would be shaving in the morning when her mom would come in, sit on the toilet, and poop. I was not that comfortable with Thivkari. I had no desire to experience the sounds or smells of that particular bodily function. She found it amusing that I would leave our quarters when she needed to skened, to shit, or that I would go use the toilet in the now empty quarters when I needed to. Perhaps if Alan didn’t fire me when I got back, I could ask him to have an engineer install a door for the toilet alcove. This ship was confusing – the shower was clearly big enough for two, or even three people, but the quarters weren’t designed with couples in mind. My parents’ bathroom had a commode with a door.

Thivkari and I also spent a lot of time with the translator in “passive” mode, after she showed me how to activate it. It would print translated text on the screen instead of providing active audio translation. I had an ear for languages. I learned Spanish in high school, and spoke a lot of it in the Corps. When we deployed to Rikval to fight against Russian insurgents, my squad spoke Spanish so that the natives couldn’t understand us. Sure, they spoke Russian, and I managed to learn to understand and even speak it, but most of them also learned English in school. As a result, if we spoke English around them, we could be assured that whatever we said was being relayed back to the insurgency. None of them had learned Spanish, though, making it a great tactical language. I was able to use that talent to learn Karthok with the help of the translator and Thivkari. She didn’t have AS easy a time picking up English, though. English is a difficult language to learn, as most of its grammar was stolen from other languages, and the mixing of Greek, Latin, and Germanic roots meant that there were no real conjugation rules, just guidelines. I could tell it was frustrating her, so I kept enough patience for the both of us. Karthok was simple in comparison, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she needed to be able to understand English to fix the fucking ship, I would have just spoken Karthok.

For two months, we fucked, swam, hunted, practiced each other’s language, and worked on learning the engineering systems. Usually, I would be out hunting for game while she was in the engineering compartment using the survival computer to translate technical documentation to Karthok while she issued commands to the engineering computer. In the evenings, she’d pick some porn and we’d have sex while watching it. The porn was frequently inspiring. After watching another video with Amber Reese getting fucked in the ass, Thivkari declared that she wanted my dick in her ass, too, and she was more than willing to put in the necessary work. I had a small bottle of personal lubricant in my drawer that was about three-quarters full. I cautioned Thivkari that once the lube was gone, it was gone. I worked slowly, putting her on her back with her legs up, getting her aroused and relaxed by licking her pussy and ass, then pushing a well lubricated finger to the first knuckle into her asshole. Then to the second knuckle. Eventually, I was able to work two fingers into her tight rear passage. Once prepped, she enjoyed having her asshole fingered while I fucked her from behind. It took a few weeks before she was ready for skentodreefon clescy, anal sex, but a few times when I took her from behind, I’d pull out, push the head of my dick against her pucker, and shoot my load into her ass.

With anal, we always started with her on her back. Debbie had explained something about how the colon needed to be positioned correctly, but I had kind of zoned out during her explanation. “Start off with me on my back with my knees up,” was what I’d gotten from a lecture that started with me trying to stick it in her ass when we were fucking doggy style. When Thivkari was finally ready, I made sure to get her properly warmed up with my tongue and fingers, then used two fingers to work plenty of lube into her ass. Smearing the excess on my dick, I pressed the head against her asshole and asked her to push back against me ... which is great for allowing the woman to control the speed and force of penetration, but is kind of difficult to actually accomplish when she’s on her back. She pushed back on me to the limit that she could move her hips, then used her hand on my hip to tell me how much to push. We made it work. She squealed once the head popped past the outer ring, and I applied more lube to my shaft, then pushed when she pulled on my hip, her other hand rubbing at her clit. I pushed until she pushed against my hip, panting. “Are you ok?” I asked.