Chapter 11

"I came to see if you were trustworthy, with all our lives. There are nine adults, and five children. You must take them food, for they grow weak. They have been awake a long time without anything to eat. Chris is more able to work a long time between meals, because of the way she was altered. I was only awakened recently, because they need my help to get the base working again."

"I will go bring them here," I said.

"They might not come, right away. They need to find out about you, themselves, first."

"Ok. I'll take some food now, and think about a more permanent plan. You should have told me, sooner." People without food for a while, needed liquids, or they would just puke it back out. A large pot was put on the stove, and many cans of soup were dumped in. My camping equipment yielded some plastic and stainless steel mugs. The soup was not hot yet; but I turned off the gas under it, and put on the cover. On the way out, I grabbed a bag of candy, and took it with me. The sugar would stop the hunger pains for a while. The pack with the cups was beside the door.

The sky was getting dark, and I knew that a storm was coming. The air was getting chilly, too. This time of year there could be snow just as easily as rain, even if we were going through an unaccustomed warm spell.

The babies were quiet, and the first two were even sleeping. It was kind of special, knowing with my mind as well as my eyes. "Susan? Will you watch the children and Kitten, while Chris and I go into the mountain to feed these people?"

"Yes, but what do you mean into the mountain?"

"As Kitten said; it's a base of some sort, that takes up all of Beaver Mountain. I've only been in there twice, and it is big! Later, we can all go and investigate. I have to leave now, for a while."

Chris placed her sleeping charge on the bed, beside the baby's mother. She took off the milk dispenser and said, "Is there a way of removing the fine hair here, so the tape will not hurt when it comes off?"

Susan and I looked at her. This was the first time she had actually spoken to us. Her voice was different, and more vibrant than Kitten's. She looked at us wondering why we had thought that, for all of her people could speak this way.

Susan tried her own mental communication, "Henry has a razor, and I will be happy to help you. I think I may have to do the same thing, myself."

I heard both sides of the conversation, and was happy that I could both send and receive, with another Human.

Chris followed me, to get dressed. "I know you are not used to clothes, but it is getting cooler, and you have to wear this."

I handed her Susan's snowmobile suit. It was there, from last winter. I helped her into the suit, and gave her the boots she had used to come here. The weather was too warm for me to wear similar clothing, but Chris was used to a much warmer environment.

Chris helped me carry the soup to the truck. I put it in the back, where she crawled in to steady it. Dog clambered for his run, but I didn't want him around new people. They might be afraid of him. Even worse, he might consider them an enemy.

The trip was slow, to keep Chris and the soup from falling. I think she found the uncomfortable clothing appropriate now. The pot was difficult to get through the corrugated tube. Chris and I had to push and pull, together. The flashlight from the truck provided enough illumination to see. We descended to the main level, and put the pot down. "Chris, you had better talk to them. Tell them to only eat half of a cup of soup, but do it every two hours or so. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head.

"Do they have enough to drink, here?" Again, I got an affirmative nod. "I think I'd better leave. They may look on me now, as a danger. You can tell them that I wouldn't hurt them for the world." She looked at me as if giving a reply, but I 'heard' nothing. "What's wrong? I can't hear you."

Chris tried again, but much harder. I got the feeling that the children formed a bridge, allowing me to hear well. "You still have to talk to them. Do you want me to go outside, or home?"

I got another nod from her.

"How long will you be? I can wait by the tube, or go home. What do you want?" I got the feeling to go home. That she would return when she could. I stepped forward, and hugged her tightly, then kissed her lips. She returned it tentatively. She was learning. I was reluctant to leave, but remembered that she'd lived here long before I came along. With a final farewell, I returned home. Distant flashes told me that rain was coming. Thankfully, there would be no snow, yet.

Susan, dressed only in her panties, met me at the door. She asked how it went.

"I had to let Chris do it alone. I could not hear her very well. Apparently, the children do something that makes the telepathy work better. Probably, the same is true for you. How are Kitten and the children doing?"

"They're fine. They're just sleeping, now. Where are we going to put the nursery?"

I had not thought anything of it, yet. Trust a woman to bring up the practical points. Security was my major concern. Guests could find a nursery, or for that matter the children, and then they would start asking questions. The door could be locked. But the sound of a crying child, would start the fall of this tower of cards. What's more, the heavy food consumption would get tongues wagging as well. "The den is the closest room that we can use for a nursery. It will be locked, if somebody comes over. The rec room, downstairs, has heavy curtains. It will make a good bedroom. The top bedroom isn't furnished yet. Will you pick out what you want? I'll rent a truck to bring it here. I do not want anyone getting nosey. I hope Chris hurries, because a storm is coming. I don't know if it will hit us or not."

"I hope so, too. Maybe we should wait until the others get here, before ordering anything. They may need winter coats, before this is over. Is this why you made this house so big?"

"I knew nothing of the base, before a week ago. I always wanted this house filled with family, but I didn't know how that was going to happen. I had been thinking hard on a date for our wedding, but both of us have been putting it off, for one reason or another."

"Oh, Henry. I know you are right. I wanted the house done, first."

"Aren't you forgetting the other girls, now?"

"No, I know I will have to share. Already Kitten wants her next children to be yours."

This shocked me. I really did not know what to say to that. "That's nice, but I don't think that can ever happen.

Susan said, "Her people are called Tandra. They came from a different world, a very long time ago. The men went out, and altered Earth primate's genetic make-up. Some of their own genetic material was added to the primate's to increase many different things. The result being large bright Tandra/Human offspring popping up. After a while, they took over the Earth. Eventually, one found his way back into their base."

"You mean we are all part Tandra?"

"That's what I said. Even Chris is Tandra. She underwent a procedure so that she could work on space equipment, strengthening her employment prospects. Kitten says, she will breed as a biped, like any other Tandra or us, for that matter. Are you going to ask me?"

"Are we going to set a date then, darling?"

"I think I will leave that to you. Any time will do. Susan, would you still consider marrying this old man. I have loved you forever, and will continue to do so. My life was once my own to give, but now I have taken on other commitments. Will you still accept me?"

"Oh, Henry! Why are you saying that?"

"I was just giving you another chance to back out. I want you more than life itself. But I don't want to hold you to an old agreement, when all our world is 'turned on its ear'."

"I still want you. Perhaps even more, now."

"Does that mean you will still marry me?"

"Oh, yes! A thousand times yes!"

"That is what I wanted to hear. Now let's go fuck."

"You pig!" She looked at the ring still firmly attached to her finger, and then at me. "I may make love with you, though."

I stood up, and carried her to the living room. I slowly removed the only clothing she was wearing, her panties. The four blankets were in disarray beside the fireplace. They had been thrown there last night. All four were laid out, doubled, on the floor. I laid my woman on the blankets and kissed her lips. She held me tight as she returned the kiss, with uncommon fervour. My mouth was being invaded by a dainty tongue. I pulled back, to get my breath. I started kissing her neck, and under her ear. That was one of her favourite places.

My hand travelled across her chest, and cupped a delicate breast. My thumb and first finger gently pinched the nipple, that moments before had been in a child's mouth. Her back arched, and I moved my lips lower and captured the other breast. This time her pelvis came into the air, as if trying to capture a phantom cock. She was very excited.

As with Kitten and Chris, I could tell how she felt. One or more of the children must be awake.

I scooted down, and threw her knees to her chest. She held them tightly, as I looked at the delicate lips that I had grown to love. To tease her a little, I kissed the inside of one leg, and then the other. Eventually, I worked my way to where I wanted to be all the time. A heady aroma came from her now soaked lips. I breathed deeply, before getting a taste.

"Oh, yes! There!"

I sucked one of the inner lips into my mouth, and ran my tongue along it, before going after its twin. She was as delicious as she smelt. I felt a surge in my libido, now.

Kitten must be aware of our activities. Susan was unused to the added input, and clawed me to get what she wanted. I kissed her belly, and worked my way up. She was having none of this, and pulled me into position. She was frantic to get me into her.

Before entering I said, "Susan, I love you," then I plunged in, with one stroke.

Her scream as she climaxed, rivalled that of Kitten and Chris. I continued to stroke into her, giving her as much pleasure I could. She had never had an orgasm so soon, before.

I looked up and saw Kitten in the doorway, smiling at us. I looked her in the eye as I started thrusting more forcefully into Susan. I could almost see the waves coming off both women. Susan built up to another peak, and both she and Kitten quaked at the intensity. Kitten had to hold onto the doorjamb, to keep from falling. I was concerned, because she had just had triplets, and was already up and walking about.

It was a good feeling to know now that I could please my lovers much better, with considerably less work. But in time, I imagined that three or four orgasms to one of mine, might climb to double that. With two more women to take care of, I would have to go south, to one of the tire plants. I would need to get a retread vulcanized onto my pecker, to take care of all the abrasion.

Susan started coming around. This time she was even more insistent in getting her loving. Or was it now a primal desire to become pregnant?

"Yes, more... more." She was becoming incoherent, just the way I liked her.

The door opened, and Chris came running up the steps. The mental input of two Tandra women, increased our excitement even more. We were getting so high I could barely contain myself. I stroked more forcefully. I actually pushed Susan across the floor. I looked into her wide eyes, and saw only an animal in want of its mate. She screamed and screamed. She raked my arms and back with her nails, trying to pull me into her. I could take it no more and grunted as I released my seed many times into her, and then collapsed onto her. A portion of my mind knew to take some of the weight. I tiredly rolled off, and Susan hugged me to her in a contented embrace, as she fell asleep.

Looking up I noticed Kitten and a now naked Chris, in the mating position, both waiting for me to mount them. Everyone actually needs me, without any ulterior motives.

An insight into their race came to me. They were driven by a very strong instinct. Chris and Kitten were seduced by my scent, and maybe other factors. Susan somehow followed their example. The scent of our union did-in their inhibitions. The sight and mental activities of Susan and I, did the same thing to others. Human beings were not much different, as I thought further on the matter, and were driven just as hard.

I got to my knees and scooped up Susan and a blanket, then deposited her on the couch. Bending down, I kissed her face and pulled up the soft blanket. Though the house was very warm, I covered her to avoid as much embarrassment as possible. I put my pants back on before walking over to the other two. I gently picked up Chris, and after a kiss, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Did you meet anyone?"

"They will stay and think it over, while they eat the food we brought. Others are insistent that you just leave them alone."

"That's the best we can hope for, I guess. We will have to get things ready for 'when or if' they do decide to come. How many of the 'others' are there?"

"Seven older women."

'This, ' I thought, 'would require a lot of diplomacy, as well as all my other efforts'.

I stooped and picked up Kitten, and held her close. Her arms went around me as if she would hold me there, always.

Supper was prepared for my new family. Remembering Kitten and Chris's fascination with the fire, we ate before the fireplace. It was a picnic. A large jug of orange juice, along with hot soup, and sandwiches. Ice cream was saved in the freezer, for afters.

Shaking Susan's shoulder I thought, "Time to wake up, Honey."

She yawned, then said using her voice, "Oh, that was nice. When will we do that again? I just can't wait. Are you up to another round in the ring, my hero?"

"I am, my love. But it would be impolite, with Kitten and Chris wanting their share, too."