Chapter 13

I sat alone on the large balcony enjoying the amazing view of the valley and a cool glass of Bisha beer. The suns were setting, emitting a gentle and soothing warmth. Tawareniel’s idea to give the single males the best places of the restaurant was indeed excellent.

It was thrilling to meet up with the Neutarian team who made this restaurant an amazing success. The girls looked mesmerizing, especially because they truly enjoyed what they were doing. It was a little overwhelming when each of the girls wanted to hug me, expressing their gratitude that I rescued the Matriarch and that Bishojo was freed from the Tarakona’s again. It seemed everyone knew a close relative who could have been the Tarakona’s next victim.

I thought it was sweet that Silvy managed to keep her cool, seeing all her colleagues fussing over me. Tawareniel managed to have a word with me alone, revealing she was the one who told Mitta and Cirin what had happened between me and Silvy. She felt bad as she had never talked about it with her. I knew this needed to be cleared up but decided it was best to wait until Silvy had gone through the change. I assured the purple haired woman it was going to be okay.

I took my glass, letting the rays of the suns lighten up the bronze liquid. I sighed deeply because I missed my woman, Cirin.

The door opened and I assumed it was Silvy checking on me. “I’m going to miss Bishojo.”

“Are you telling me you want to stay?” Cirin’s voice sounded close to my ear.

I pulled my head backwards to see the sweet woman standing right behind me. As we locked lips Cirin moved forward, bringing my head back to its normal position. Her eyes were brilliant when she pulled away. I licked my lips and nodded, “I wouldn’t mind staying a little longer.”

She pouted, “Only a little?”

I nuzzled her nose. “I guess you’ll have to hide me so I can stay.”

“Hmm, tempting.”

“Do you know a hiding place?”

Her smile was naughty as she said, “I guess you can get away as a Neutaria if you’re wearing a wig.”

I laughed. “Sounds like we have a plan.”

Cirin carefully sat on my lap, keeping her left arm from bumping into the table. “Actually,” she purred as she moved her finger over my chest, “You are invited to meet the Queen.”

There was the answer to my question! Bishojo was probably ruled by Royals. “Oh wow, okay. When are we going?”

“You knew already?”

“Silvy told me you were at the palace a lot to finish your study.”

Cirin’s face fell. “I had hoped Silvynorien and I could have studied together but she was too young.”

“By a couple of days.”

“I know,” she sighed, “I tried to get her in, and I almost lost my entrance because of it.”

“Let me guess; you were a little too persistent.”

She nodded.

“Does Silvy know, you’ve tried to get her in?”

A tear ran down her cheek. “I tried to tell her, but she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

I knew there were some little issues between the sisters, which needed to be solved eventually. I needed to broach the subject of sleeping together and I wanted both Cirin and Silvy to sleep with me. I gently caressed her back as I said, “I guess we can address it when she is changed, and I think she is really close.”

She chuckled. “Spending nights with you does wonders.”

“Indeed,” I replied, smirking, “I want you and Silvy to stay with me tonight.”

“I won’t change until I’m fully healed, Paul,” she said meekly.

“That doesn’t matter. I just want you to be with me.”

“That reminds me; the Queen won’t be back for six days. So, I hope you don’t mind extending your stay.”

“Oh damn!” I muttered, “I’m going to miss a Halloween party that I was invited to.”

Cirin stared at me with fake righteous indignation etched on her face. “Are you telling me this party is more important than visiting the Queen?”

I smiled because I knew the people at the party wouldn’t even miss me. I believed Halloween was totally overrated; it was just another excuse to get drunk. “No, you are more important than the Queen.”

“That is the correct answer, stud,” she purred as she lightly leaned her body against my chest.

I kissed her on her hair. “How was the visit to the Queen actually?”

“Surprisingly good,” she replied, “you definitely managed to intrigue her with your heroic actions.”

I hated to get noticed. “I only did it to save you and myself.”

She kissed my cheek. “I know.”

I wanted to change the subject because I didn’t want to dwell on it. “So, she is ruling the realm of Bishojo?”

Cirin nodded. “She is the head of all the Matriarchs and is involved in maintaining relations with important partners.”

“Like the Talian and Sirian.”

“Exactly.”

It suddenly came to my mind what Pac had told me about his sons. “Cirin, there’s one thing I’m curious about. It actually blew my mind when I found out that you and Pac have three sons.”

“Wow,” she said softly, “what did he tell you?”

“He told me that you gave him three healthy sons and that I had to ask you for details. I mean I thought you only could birth women.”

She took my glass of Bisha beer and emptied it in one go. She cleared her throat once before she said, “It’s a long story.”

“Do you mind telling me?”

She shook her head. “The Talian society was booming until a rare disease killed off all the Talian women. This happened thousands of years ago and by chance they found our planet Bishojo.

We were on the verge of extinction because we couldn’t protect ourselves. After many attempts we finally managed to help the Talian and an alliance was created. We deliver offspring and they protect our planet.”

“What went wrong in the initial attempts?”

“They died changing into a Talian female because they didn’t have enough reserves.”

I instantly understood what she meant. Changing from a skinny Neutaria into a giant woman would take a massive amount of energy and matter. “Okay how did you survive?”

“By eating a full meal five times a day for a month,” she said unperturbed, “I struggled but I persevered.”

“And you volunteered for that?”

She slowly shook her head. “Each region must provide a Neutaria each year. In most regions a name is randomly chosen. Ninniachien was chosen but she had just opened her shoe shop. She was absolutely devastated when she heard the news. The shoe shop was her dream, which would have gone down the drain if she had to fulfill the task. It happened while I was finishing my education and I had to prove my commitment as a regional Matriarch. So, I swapped with her.”

My mouth fell open when I realized my pair of shoes was the favor for Cirin taking over Ninni’s commitment to become Pac’s female. “Wow,” I could only say.

“Pac was just wonderful and so incredibly attentive,” Cirin continued with a warm smile on her face. She took a deep breath and then said dryly, “Anyway, I became pregnant with three embryonic eggs.”

“Eggs?”

“Yup,” she said meekly, “and after a month or so my body decided they had to go. Pac took them to his home planet Talia, where they were nurtured. About a year later I heard from Pac all three eggs hatched. It seemed that our sons were extremely healthy.”

“That’s a hell of a symbiotic relationship,” I gushed.

She nodded. “It was quite an adventure and Pac made it really special.”

“He is very perceptive and truly knows what is going on.”

She stared at the setting sun for a few moments before she confirmed, “Exactly.”

“And all that for a pair of shoes.”

Cirin laughed as she bumped her fist against my upper arm, right on the most sensitive spot. “Do you really think I would let Ninniachien get away with it that easily?”

I rubbed my arm as I slowly shook my head.

Her smile was sweet as she said, “Did I tell you she likes gardening?”

I remembered Cirin’s immaculately kept garden, realizing Ninni had done all the work. I laughed while shaking my head. I knew Cirin was excellent in getting her way, but it was clear she managed to get the most out of the deal with Ninni.

It was dark in the large bedroom where I was lying together with the two sisters. Apparently, I was ‘upgraded’ to the cottage’s master suite, and I was pleasantly surprised Mitta had moved all my belongings to there as well. The bed was enormous, which would give us enough space to sleep separately but I found myself warmed by the sweet girls. They had snuggled up to me after they had given me the most amazing blowjob ever.

Silvy’s soft tongue had been swirling around the head of my rock-hard cock while Cirin had been playing with my balls. It was as if they were a well-rehearsed team, keeping me at the verge of a massive orgasm. It was Silvy’s impatience which triggered my toe-curling climax as she wanted her stomach filled with my seed.

I was lying on my back with Cirin’s head resting on my left shoulder and Silvy on my right. It should have been a soothing feeling, but my mind was overloaded with the many different scenarios I might encounter. I knew I had a couple of extra days on Bishojo, which was great. The chance that Silvy would reach the time for her change within those days was high. I really was looking forward to helping to change her to the goddess of my dreams. I already envisioned what I was going to do, giving her the most memorable time of her life.

I sighed because I feared Cirin would still be a Neutaria when I had to leave. I had seen the nasty bruises all over her body, and knew those would take a long time to heal. Although there was still an chance that the Queen could grant me extra time to be with Cirin.

It was strange how my lovely girl had responded when I had expressed my desire to stay at Bishojo. Her lighthearted response was calm as if she was convinced, I could stay with her. I yawned because I was getting too tired to make any sense of all the conflicting facts.

Silvy moved away from me, giving me the opportunity to slowly turn on my side. It was funny how Cirin anticipated in her sleep by smoothly moving her slender body as well. Her sore arm slowly slid in front of my chest as she snuggled up against my back. Her warmth was soothing, lulling me into a deep sleep.

I woke up when I felt slender fingers playing with the small tuft of hair on my chest. I knew it was Cirin who showed her affection for me in that way. I kissed her soft hair and as I gently rubbed the small of her back, I whispered, “Good morning.”

She looked up, her eyes looked excited as she whispered, “You’ve done it again.”

“What have I done?”

“Don’t you smell it?”

Only then I registered the oh so delicate scent of fresh oranges combined with a hint of cinnamon. I looked to my right seeing Silvy serenely sleeping. She was on her stomach, her legs somewhat spread, gently touching mine. I nodded and as I tried to discern if there was something different to notice on the sleeping girl.

I turned to Cirin and asked, “Have you ever witnessed a change?”

She shook her head. “I’ve heard the stories, but I’ve never seen it happen.”

I was fully aware that Cirin had taken this opportunity to see such a private event happening. I knew that Silvy had no other choice than to accept Cirin’s presence. The only thing she had forgotten in her fury was my take on this matter. It was something I was planning to address but first I wanted to know more about this change. “So, what do the stories tell?”

Cirin sighed softly as she snuggled up closer, placing her head on my chest. “Once you’ve triggered the change by touching the special areas, the body starts to glow. They say it’s in the color of the hair, but it seems you can’t see what is happening.”

“That sounds weird.”

“I agree,” she said, “most people describe it as a haze which obscures the view.”

I thought about it, realizing the metaphoric change was absolutely amazing. I saw Cirin looking at her sister and I could see a hint of regret in her expression. “Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly. “I’m just cursing those bloody Tarakonas. Without them you and I would have been together by now.”