Chapter 41

My shock dissipated quickly. The constant pleading coming from Pebble's lips awoke me to the seriousness of the situation. The woman was in heat. More importantly, she was also in agony. Whatever was happening to her was causing her pain and I knew she needed help.

"Go get Angela," I shouted urgently at my daughters, "and Rebecca and be quick about it. I'm going to need their help."

Thankfully, I didn't need to tell them twice. My girls dashed out of my bedroom and were gone and out of sight a second later. I could hear them shouting as they went and I knew that in a minute or two, every woman in the settlement would know what was going on. It would be hard to think otherwise. To top everything off, my daughters had dashed out naked as the day they'd been born.

I let that thought slide as I turned my concern back towards Pebble. What I saw worried me. The woman was acting like a feral cat in heat. She was curving her back downward and thrusting her sex towards me. With each thrust of her hips, she crooned over and over again, "Tok-Tok-Tok" and from what I could see things were getting worse.

Pebble was in serious need and it was clear what she needed. As she turned her head from side to side and keened her want, her tail swished about until it bent towards her sex. Then the flat pointed end of it patted her swollen pumps in a blatant declaration. She did this repeatedly and as she did, my eyes fell to what she was patting and I saw her arousal glistening between her legs.

Pebble's sex was engorged. Her inner lips had swollen forcing her outer lips apart. Her black furrow was visible to my gaze as was the pinkish doorway to her womb. I could even see her clit protruding from the top of her cleft. It stood out demanding my attention.

It was about then that I noted the odour in the air. It was stronger than anything that I'd ever smelt before. It was stronger than the musk emitted by Tilly the first time I took her. It was intoxicating and alluring. It grabbed hold of me and made me want to plunge my cock into Pebble and fill her up with it, regardless of whether she could handle it or not. Thankfully, Angela showed up before I acted upon that urge.

"What the hell?" Angela blurted out as she dashed into the bedroom. I didn't answer her. To me it was a rhetorical question and considering that Angela didn't ask it twice, I guess it was. Instead she just ran to the bed and plopped herself down beside Pebble.

Shell had come with Angela. She hesitated at the bedroom door, eyeing me first and then her friend. Her caution lasted only a second. As Angela sat down beside Pebble and started speaking to her, Shell rallied her courage and joined Angela on the bed. Both women started chattering to Pebble, who took their questions poorly.

Pebble cried out in agony. She was frustrated and she let everyone know. A thin sheen of perspiration coated her contorted body adding to the impression that she was in distress. In a low pitched voice she keened with want and babbled repeatedly, 'Tok-Tok-Tok'. It took Angela a second to translate it. She turned to me and said bluntly, "She wants you to mate her!"

I was tempted to say 'Duh!' but I didn't. Instead I just sighed loudly and gazed back towards the doorway.

By then others had entered the bedroom as well. Rebecca had shown up next with Melody in tow. Melody was carrying a medical pack and when they got to Pebble's side, Melody pulled out a stethoscope from the pack and handed it to Rebecca. Rebecca went to work with out hesitation.

With them came Emma, followed closely by my returning daughters. Behind them were others: my mother, my mother-in-law, Tilly and the rest of the women. They crowded the doorway and the living room behind it. They all wanted to know what was going on. Seeing them got me going.

"Out!" I shouted to Lizzy and Karen, striding over to them as they came into the room. "Go get dressed and then get everyone out of here. This is not something for everyone to gawk at."

Lizzy started to protest as did my mother who was standing behind her. I silenced them all with a scowl that would have made a Rottweiler proud. They quickly got the message and kept their mouths shut. Seeing that there would be no arguing with me, Lizzy grabbed her sister's arm and turned her about to leave the room. Hesitantly, the others behind them gave way and backed off, though there was considerable grumbling. I ignored it. As they left I shut the door and locked it. Then I turned back and faced the women who were still here. Most of them were focused on Pebble. Only Emma was standing to one side, watching not only what was going on with Pebble but me as well. I sighed tiredly as my eyes met hers.

"What happened?" Emma asked in a low voice, stepping over to me so that we wouldn't disturb the others. As she did she took hold of my hand and held it in hers. It felt good. It felt reassuring.

"We found her this way," I told her in a whisper, "when we came out of the bathroom. It was a bit of a surprise."

"A little more than a bit, I'd say," Emma retorted, sighing as she spoke. "I wonder what set her off."

I didn't know and at that time, I didn't want to guess. Thankfully I was saved from answering by Rebecca. She looked up at me just then, her face grave and serious, and ready to drop a bomb on me. Rising from the bed, she stepped over to where I was standing.

"You're going to have to have sex with Pebble," Rebecca stated bluntly. "I've done some late night reading on the Ka-Fay-La and the whole mating ritual that they go through. If you were a Ka-Fay-Tah you'd be behind her right now doing what needs to be done and that would be that. The problem is that because the two genders don't live near each other, when a Ka-Fay-La goes into heat, she'll stay in heat for as long as it takes for a male to show up to do the job. It could be days or weeks or longer depending on how far away a Ka-Fay-Tah is."

"Shit!" I exclaimed as the thought filled my mind.

"Shit is right!" Rebecca replied bluntly, "and that is why you're going to have to fuck her. If you don't, she might die."

"Die?" Emma and I gasped as one, our eyes going wide at the thought.

"How come?" I asked a second later.

"Well," Rebecca explained glancing over at Pebble who was now curled up in a ball on my bed, still moaning and keening in a low voice that she needed to be mated, "from what I've read, a Ka-Fay-La in heat becomes fixated with one thing and one thing only at the sacrifice of everything else including eating and drinking. In their society, an older woman who'd gone through heat before would tend her and make certain that she ate something and drank liquids. Some of my notes refer to something called ''Vata-Tok-Fay-Tem' which essentially means 'the mating drink'. Supposedly it calms the Ka-Fay-La in heat and allows her to rest and take nourishment. Unfortunately, we don't have any of the mating drink and even if we did, it's not a solution to the problem."

"But there's no way I can just fuck her," I stated bluntly, glancing down at my very limp dick as I said it, "even if I wanted to fuck her. There's no way my cock is going to fit into her body."

"Well," Rebecca replied in a firm manner, her eyes darting from me to gaze with pity upon Pebble, "we're going to have to find a way to do it. It has to be done and has to be done soon."

We did find a solution and it didn't take us that long. In fact, we went with the first thought that came to mind.

"What about a sedative?" I asked Rebecca keeping my voice low as I did. "Can we drug her enough to calm her down and relax her without knocking her out completely?"

"We could try," Rebecca acknowledged thoughtfully, her gaze drifting off for a moment, "though I really have no idea how our medication might work on their systems. I could give her a mild sedative in a dosage calculated for a child her body size and weight. It's the best I could offer."

"What if we had some of the 'mating drink' in a syringe?" I asked as an idea came into my head. "What if our 'benefactors' gave us what we needed to calm her down enough so that I could mate her? Do you think that would work?"

"It could," Rebecca replied enthusiastically, "if the aliens did give us what we needed. Do you think they would?"

"I think they've arranged this disaster," I stated bluntly, my voice edged with anger, "and I think that I'm going to demand that they help out. It's that least they can do."

I asked for the syringe and got it. Immediately I handed it to Rebecca. She gazed at it for a moment, hesitating while she considered the ramifications of what she was about to do. Pebble continued to plead for my attention. Her cries filled the room. Sighing heavily, Rebecca turned and walked over to the bed. Sitting down beside Pebble, she administered the contents of the syringe to her. Once she had, Rebecca pulled her stethoscope out once more. Silently she monitored Pebble's vitals as the concentrated 'mating drink' took effect. The rest of us just stood by waiting to see what would happen.

It didn't take that long for the effects to become noticeable. Only a minute or two had ticked by when the first signs of change became apparent. Pebble grew quiet. Her keening lessened and her moans became barely audible. She wasn't silenced by the drug but her words were now a whisper compared to before. Softly Pebble muttered to herself. She was barely conscious of what was going on about her and her words were directed at no one in particular. Still, what we could hear told us that the words hadn't changed and that the desire that burned in her was still was still there.

The next thing that happened was that the tension in her body faded away. Her muscles became relaxed and with that change came the sense of calm washing over her. The calmness allowed Rebecca and Melody to shift Pebble on the bed. Carefully the two women laid her out in the centre of it, placing her on her back. They even placed a pillow beneath her hips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Pebble just sighed softly as they moved her about, her limbs limp and almost lifeless.

"All right," Rebecca declared after a minute or two, "I have no idea how long the drug that we gave her will last so if we're going to do this, we're going to have to do it now."

I just stared at her in disbelief. Fortunately for Pebble, others were doing the thinking for me; my wife being one of them.

"It's okay Adam," Emma said in a low reassuring voice. As she spoke, Emma sidled up to me pressing her body into mine. As she did she slipped an arm about my waist so that she could hug me affectionately. While she did this, she continued speaking to me. "We all know that you don't want to do this and we all understand and appreciate how you feel, but it has to be done. Pebble needs to be mated and you're the only one that can do it."

"But," I stammered in response, gazing into my wife's eyes for a second. I said nothing else. Instead frustration welled up in my face and I looked away, sighing as I did. My gaze dropped to my groin and what hung there. My cock was totally wilted.

My eyes weren't the only one's that dropped to my groin. Every woman in the room with the exception of Pebble followed my gaze down my body. They all saw what I lacked and a collective 'oh' filled the air. My wife was the first to respond.

"We'll need to take care of that first," Emma stated in detached voice, "so that you can take care of Pebble."

Without hesitation or speaking another word, Emma dropped to the ground before me. Her hand ensnared my dangling appendage, taking it into her grip. She was gentle and tender in her caress, but hurried in her intent. Deliberately Emma guided it to her mouth. Her orifice felt warm about my dick and welcoming. Her actions were enthusiastic and without reserve. Under normal circumstances my cock would have swelled with excitement but this wasn't normal to me or to her. To our surprise and frustration my manhood didn't respond. The truth was that my mind wasn't on getting aroused. It was on Pebble. It was on the image of her curled up on my bed, twisted up in agony and begging me to mate her. I just couldn't get the image out of my head.

Fortunately, my wife wasn't the only woman in the room. The others noted my distraction and the first to come to Emma's aid was Melody. Quickly she slipped off the bed and stepped towards me. As she did, she doffed her shirt and bra, exposing to me her young, cone shaped breasts. Instinctively my eyes went to them and just as instinctively, my cock twitched with interest at the sight of them. When she reached me, she took hold of my hand that was closest to her and she brought it to her breast, allowing me to touch and play with it. I did so eagerly, brushing my thumb over her plump nipple as I did. Seeing that my attention was on her, Melody leaned into me. She reached out and grasped hold of my head and pulled my face to her. We kissed and my cock twitched again.

My wife's mouth did not remain on my cock. To my surprise another's took it place a few minutes later. It did so tentatively. Sensing something different I broke my embrace with Melody and looked downward to see who was there. Shell was looking up at me. The young woman was sitting on her haunches, with a tiny hand grasping my cock, holding it firmly in her grip. As she stroked it slowly, her long serpentine tongue played over the head of my shaft. I gasped with surprise at the sight. Behind her was Angela, giving her advice in her own language as best she could.

Startled by my response, Shell looked up at me with her cat like eyes and asked tentatively in a soft voice, 'otay'. All I could reply was the same. Pleased, Shell went back to working on my cock.

It worked. My cock grew hard under Shell's efforts and those of my wife and Melody. I soon found my mind drifting away from everything that had distracted me. My anger towards our 'benefactors' faded away as did my fear for Pebble and my frustration at being shoved into this situation dissipated into nothing. In their place rose up burning desire that needed to be quenched.

It was Emma who ended up leading me to the bed. She kissed me with love and passion before pushing me towards Pebble. Her last words to me were to make love to Pebble like I make to her. Then she let me go.

Pebble was in a daze. She lay on the surface of the bed barely aware of what was going on about her. Her legs were parted and her arms were stretched out to her sides. Her tiny breasts rose and fell as she breathed. A low murmur still slipped from her lips, repeating the same words over and over again. "Tok-Tok-Tok" she continue to say.

I tried not to hear it. Instead I turned my mind towards thoughts that would keep me hard. I closed my eyes and deafened my ears and visualized all the women that I'd made love to since coming to this world. For a moment or two, my mind jumped from one to another. Eventually it settled on Vicky. Vicky, the tall, buff chocolate coloured dyke who had denied me her ass and her womb. My mind locked on to that and my cock twitched with anticipation. I wasn't about to mate Pebble, I was going to breed Vicky. I moved between her legs and placed my body over hers.