Chapter 553

The Retreat

A Humvee driven by one of the Security troopers came to a stop near the back door of the Retreat. “Sir, we have enjoyed ourselves immensely,” Lieutenant Caldwell said just as Lieutenant Cox finished hugging all Jeff’s wives.

“Take care, you two,” Jeff called out as they climbed into the Humvee. The trooper turned the vehicle around and with a roar, it was on its way across the parking lot.

“Think they’ll make it?” Jeff asked his Clan Queen.

“Make what?”

“Our Security unit, of course.”

As the others went on inside, the two stood watching as the Humvee made the first turn and disappeared from their sight down the driveway. The Clan Queen frowned. “You know I do, but how did you find out that they were thinking about trying for it? They didn’t say anything to me about it.”

“To me either,” the Prime said, putting his arm around his Clan Queen as they walked up the steps.

Diana stopped on the stoop to catch her husband’s eye. “If they didn’t say anything to you, and they didn’t say anything to me, then how did you...”

“The AI squealed on them.”

“Are you saying that it eavesdropped and then told you? That seems...”

“Yeah, it does, but according to Helen, the AI follows rules laid down to govern what it has to hear to respond to us properly. Our programmers, in other words, some of my wives, at first, would not allow it to record what it heard until we called it. But with that method, we would sometimes have to bring it up to date, so to speak, for it to understand fully the complicated directions that came out of a conversation or from a compilation of happenings. In other words, it could not respond intelligently until we gave it all the information it needed. That proved to be highly inefficient. So ... to allow it to decide better and to be able to serve us more intelligently, it had to be able to retain more of our conversations and happenings in addition to deciding on its own how to better respond – and that naturally involved how much it could tell; at least what it should tell me or us.”

His hesitation made Diana wonder just how much of the“us” was involved.

Jeff went on. “It decided that my knowing that the Lieutenants wanting to be part of our Security Service was important enough to inform me about it, so it did. But ... it won’t tell us or me about any of the private things the two of them did. Although, for instance, it would tell me if they had planned to harm us in some way. I don’t want to violate a visitor’s privacy, but I do want to be aware of anything that concerns any of us.

“If that’s wrong, then so be it. I’m not going to change my mind. And by the way,” he said, just to screw with his Clan Queen, “I think that Caldwell just about fucked Cox’s brains out.”

“You did listen in on them,” she accused. “Surely you didn’t watch them, too.”

“Nope,” he said with a grin, “and the AI didn’t tell me anything about what they did in private, but... it was obvious that Cox was walking a bit ‘funny’ as she got into the Humvee, don’t you think? Not to mention that fresh-fucked look on her face.”

Diana stared at him for a moment before she burst out laughing. “She did ask if I had something for – as she called it – honeymoonitis. Of course, I gave her several tubes of the pussy cream. Sounds like they really enjoyed themselves, huh?”

“Sounds like,” Jeff agreed with a leer.

As they walked on down the hall, Diana asked, expecting to shock him.”So, what are you up to? Does it have anything to do with Caldwell being an Alpha or at least a budding one?”

“Well. Good guess there, Girl. He’s a full-blown Alpha, but there’s no use saying anything to him just now. Let’s just wait and see what happens.”

It was obvious his wife didn’t agree with him about waiting, but he wanted to see if Cox and Caldwell could pass the tests before he put his ideas into effect, let alone enhance the couple.

When they entered the living room, Jeff went over to sit by the window in his favorite recliner, and Diana plopped down in his lap. “Hon, what about Tosha?” she asked as she snuggled against her husband.

“What about her?” he innocently responded.

“Oh, don’t give me that. You know exactly what I mean. She’s hot for you and I think the feeling is reciprocated. And you still need to give her the gun you bought for her.”

“You’re jumping the gun a little, aren’t you, Babe? She’s just lost a boyfriend and it’s obviously bothering her quite a bit.”

“Is it? Or was she upset about losing her temper and kicking his ass a little more than she intended, and maybe jeopardizing her position on the Security team? If she got sent back to a regular position at the base, she wouldn’t get to see her idol much anymore, now would she?”

“Di, please don’t start with this,” he grumped.

“Are you saying that you don’t like her?” she teased.

“No. I...”

“Just hush before you put your foot into your mouth, Husband. You need to check on her work schedule so we can invite her for supper. Giving her the pistol you bought her will be a good excuse, don’t you think? And speaking of excuses, I’ll make sure to come up with an excuse for you to be alone with her while she’s here. Hmmm, she will need to shoot her new gun, so the two of you can go down to the basement range and try her ... I mean it out.”

“You will never be a comedian,” he groused, “so don’t quit that day job people keep talking about.”

“Oh, you want that new pussy so badly that you can taste it already,” she said with a giggle. Reaching between them, she gently took his groin in her hand. “Not all the way hard, yet, but he’s interested,” she said while looking her husband in the eye. “And, my Dear Husband, my main job is keeping you satisfied, and so far, I think I have excelled at that,” she teased.

Or is she dead serious? he wondered.

“How many wives now, hmmm? Did I hear someone say seventeen?” she asked while cupping her hand to her ear as if she were listening.

“Di, please? Oh, sure, you guys can touch each other and all of you can have me just like the one I’m actually making love to, but Baby, I...”

“ ... am a Prime,” she finished for him, but not necessarily what he would have said. “As I’ve mentioned, one of these days, we’re going to be visiting other planets and societies. The kings of long ago had many, many wives. Sometimes in the hundreds. Oh, we all tend to think that he just managed to get around to each of them every year or so, but that might not have been the case. What if he happened to be an Alpha who had learned the trick somehow, or maybe even a Prime? Surely, you aren’t the only one to ever have existed. Maybe he satisfied all those women the way you do yours, hmmm. Some of those kings did have tons of kids, you know. When we’re searching out in space, what if we meet beings who have multiple wives or sexual partners, whatever they are called, too, huh?

“You’ve told me about some of those species – beings – you have come in contact with. You’ve shown me pictures of some of them. Didn’t you say that frequently they were quite similar to us? Some of the pictures you have shown me were of beings an awful lot like us, while others ... oh, wow – worst nightmare.

“Bipedal species with two arms, a head, eyes and something that passes for ears, despite the variations, seem to be more or less the norm, so you said. And another almost universal constant seems to be aggression in some form or other. Another thing is that it is quite rare to have a society where the female of the species is the aggressor. In other words, it is seldom the case where the female fights the battles while the male stays home and takes care of the kids.

“A being that can afford to have multiple wives seems to me to be a step up on the macho chart, is he not? The way I – and your other wives – see it, is that you have a major foot up that ladder with seventeen wives, and... when Ship allows herself to be in – shall we say – her relaxed configuration, she is absolutely enormous. That puts you two steps up that macho ladder from the get-go, hmmm – a humongous Ship and a Captain with seventeen wives.”

“Look, Di, I...”

“Bear with me, Lover,” she said as she went quickly on. “Think about it. When a diplomat from one country visits another country and the two diplomats sit down together, they are sure to wear their old jeans with their worst tee shirts, right?”

“Of course not.”

“No, they wear their best tuxedos and their wives or the female diplomats wear their best gowns with their hair coiffured and their makeup perfect. If it’s military, they wear their dress uniforms with all the ribbons and medals.”

“Point, Baby?”

“You will do all that and, when appropriate, you will bring your entourage of wives to show just how macho you actually are.”

“Di, that’s not going to happen.”

“I exaggerated. I didn’t mean that you had to flout it quite that literally, but the basic idea is there, anyway. You have a monster ship that looks as badass as they come – and it certainly is – plus a number of, to quote you, ‘beautiful wives’, two of which are true geniuses.”

“Two?” he questioned.

“So ... they don’t know that Selina isn’t your wife – yet,” she said with a chuckle. When he continued to frown, she let out a sigh, “Okay, introduce her as your navigator or astrogator – whatever. You know she’s going to be your wife by the time her periods begin.”

“When she’s sixteen. Not a day before,” he corrected, emphasizing the words.

“When she’s sixteen,” Diana repeated. “Hmmm. I don’t seem to remember,” she teased. “Would you please remind me how old I was when you enticed me into that back seat with you? Tell me again so maybe I’ll remember this time...”

“Di, that was ... different.”

“Oh, it was? Did boys and girls do it differently back then? Seems as though I remember you shoving that thing,” she said as she gently cupped his groin, “into my pussy. And it hurt. But what was my age again?” Diana’s voice had changed ever so slightly, but the change was blatantly obvious to her husband as the faint beginnings of unease crept up his spine.

“Okay. Okay. You were fourteen as you darn well know. But, Di...”

“But, Selina is different. She gets to wait until she’s sixteen.” Now explain to me why she’s different.

Surely she’s teasing, but... “Di, I made love to you and deliberately tried to impregnate you...

“Tried?”

“Well ... impregnated you, because I loved you and I was afraid that you would get away from me if I didn’t get you pregnant. There were other guys sniffing around. Even then, I knew that a girl is under a lot of stress when they’re as beautiful as you, and they’re vulnerable because every guy out there is seriously trying to get in the girl’s – my girl’s – pants. You were just too beautiful.”

“Oh, now comes the sweet talk.”

He couldn’t decide whether she were serious or not, but, he was worried that she was dead serious now.

“No, Baby. That’s fact. You were just too damn beautiful. You were literally a walking wet dream. Boys were following you around trying to get dates with you, and sooner or later, one of them would have the opportunity like I managed and was going to take a shot at you. I couldn’t risk that, and the only way I could think of to make sure that you were mine was to impregnate you. Dammit, Baby, we discussed this many times. I loved you then and I love you more now.”

“Back to Selina...” she began but was interrupted by her husband.

“The difference is that I was a sixteen-year-old boy making love to the fourteen-year- old girl that I intended to marry, not a grown man taking a fourteen year old to bed. The situations are drastically different. My logic still stands. I’ll make love to her when she’s sixteen – not a day before.”

Seeing that both of them had taken this past her original intent to just make him sweat a little, she said, this time allowing the amusement to show through, “When she’s sixteen, huh? Well, I would advise you to refrain from letting her hear you say that. You do know that she has had discussions with Ship about increasing the rate of her body’s growth.”

“Yes, I do, and I have given Ship strict instructions concerning that, too.”

“If I were you, I definitely wouldn’t let Selina know that.”

“I don’t intend to,” he quietly said. Then, almost desperately, “I do not bed minors.”

“If I were you, I would keep the fact that she’s a true genius firmly in mind. She, My Love, is very determined to be your wife at the earliest possible moment. When she reaches puberty and begins to feel desire ... Well, you had better be very vigilant if you intend waiting on that young lady until she’s sixteen.”

“She knows better than to try to trick me,” he said almost desperately.

Diana just looked at him. “All right,” she finally said, “enough of that. Now, back to our original subject...”

“Which was?” he asked with a grin.

“Wife number eighteen.”

“No. No, No fucking way, no. Not just no, but hell no. Seventeen is it. Di, this can’t go on.”

His comment started out as a tirade, but he was afraid that it sounded more like begging before he managed to shut his mouth

Why does she have to grin like that?