Chapter 572

The Retreat

Two days had passed when Diana walked into Jeff’s office. “Come sit on the couch so I can sit in your lap,” she told him a little too sweetly.

Oh, shit. Now, what have I done? he thought, but he saved his work and did as she asked.

The Clan Queen plopped down in her husband’s lap before tenderly kissing him, holding the kiss long enough to make his dick start to take notice. When she felt it press against her butt, she moved her face back a few inches to stare him eye to eye. “Do you love me?” she quietly asked.

“Di, you know I do. I love you more than I could ever say,” he returned while wondering what this was leading up to.

“Husband,” she said, almost interrupting as she touched her lips to his, “I’m not trying to hassle you; I’m only trying to understand.” After another slight hesitation and barely above a whisper, “Please don’t get mad at me, but there has to be a reason. Why won’t you marry Tosha?”

The Prime sighed. “Di, I thought it was obvious, and I will, but not just now. However, what does my loving you have to do with my marrying Tosha?”

“It doesn’t, but I still can’t understand why you don’t propose to her. She’s smart, sexy as can be – to say the least – has a great sense of humor, and most importantly as far as I’m concerned, she absolutely adores you. Plus, she gets along well with all of us. Darnit, Honey, you know she would make a great wife. I’ve seen your erection when she’s around you, so she must be attractive to you. As I said, I just can’t understand...”

They sat in silence for almost a minute with the Clan Queen waiting for his answer. Finally, he sighed. “Di, just listen to yourself. What wife anywhere would be wanting her husband to marry another woman, especially with the number I already have? Yet you’re bitching...”

“I know I’ve been insistent about this, and I apologize, but I am not bitching. Baby, I’ve only been trying to do what I think would be beneficial to our family. If I’ve come across as bitchy, please forgive me. I just don’t understand why you don’t jump at the chance to marry her. Also, she seems to have a great set of boobs with nipples that even make themselves known through her bra. I know you would love to suck on them.”

“Di, Baby, in addition to sucking all my wives’ nipples, you, Arlene and your mom have milk that I either nurse or you have to express with a breast pump. I love sucking on nipples, and I love to drink your milk, but I have about all I can take care of.”

“Oh, bull. If we’re touching, we all have the same experience, well, except for the ones of us who have milk. Even then, all your wives get the experience of feeling you nursing our milk out of our breasts, and the others don’t have the discomfort when our breasts are full and you aren’t around to give us relief.”

Jeff hesitated before, “Okay. I suppose you could say that I am dragging my feet a bit. However, as soon as I married Kei, you started with Tosha.”

“Well, so what? Tosha loves you, and I know you have feelings for her. Don’t you?”

Jeff puffed out another sigh of exasperation. “Yeah, I do love her, but are you ever going to stop looking for wives for me?”

If he expected her to be contrite, he was wrong. “You’re a Prime. The rules, if there are any, don’t apply to you, and in any case, we’ve gone over why I think you need more wives once we’re in space.”

“And ... is she going to be the last, or are you going to immediately start looking for yet another wife for me as soon as I marry Tosha?”

“Well...” she said, drawing out the word as she tried to think of a way to keep from admitting that her husband was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he griped. “Di, this has got to stop somewhere.”

“Yes,” she said as she gave him a quick kiss, “but not yet. Jeff, darnit, surely you’re not going to tell me that you’re refusing to marry her because you think I’ll start looking for another wife as soon as you do.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.”

She pinched him in the tender area on his side.

“Ouch. Stop that,” he whined as he grabbed her hand. “You have no idea how much it hurts when you pinch me there.”

“Oh, sure I do. I get to watch you every time I do it. So ... you’re just going to make that poor girl wait forever?”

“Dammit, Di, just think about it. Engagements are frequently for six months or sometimes even longer.”

“But you haven’t even asked her. Well, not officially.”

“If I ask her, then you’ll have her fitted for a dress, and we’ll be married in three days, tops. When Security shows up for the wedding, ten to one, you’ll be checking out the single women for my next wife.”

A thought struck. “Di, Whitworth made a comment the other day. I didn’t pay much attention then but come to think of it ... Have you asked him to allow women from the base to come for our weddings?”

From the look on the Clan Queen’s face, he knew that he was right. “You already have other women waiting in the wings, don’t you?” he accused.

From the look of perfect innocence on his wife’s face, he knew he had nailed it. “The General and I are going to have a little talk,” he grimly said.

“The General and you are not going to talk,” she said just as grimly. Turning, she straddled his legs to better look him face to face. “He only did what I asked, after I explained everything to him. Jeff, darnit, please listen to me,” she practically begged as she gently touched her hand on either cheek so he could not easily turn away from her eyes. “Look at me. Jeff, you know that you’re different. One of these days, we’ll begin our family.”

“Arlene is our family,” he tried, but Di’s giggles put an end to that.

“Baby, you’re very, very intelligent...”

“I am not one damn bit smarter than you,” he inserted.

“ ... and our daughter is also very intelligent...”

“Where is this going?” he interrupted.

“We’re enhanced, and let’s face it, all your wives are intelligent as well.”

“Ah hah,” he crowed. “I’ve finally gotten you to admit that you’re smart as hell.”

“Jeff, please stop and listen.”

“I know where this is going. We’ll have kids and with the enhancement, etc., they’ll be smart too. So what?”

“Jeff, we’re going to live an extremely long life. This will be a very large clan one of these days, and you will still be there to lead us. Chances are that we’ll be living on Ship most of the time. I suspect that our clan will be the first true explorers from Earth. Oh, I know that the General’s people are on a number of planets, but mostly they’re scientists of one genre or another studying or trying to find ways to make the General – and themselves – more money, but I can’t see why the Matthews clan can’t explore.

“Two of our group are already genius level, and I strongly suspect that you are too, even though you won’t let your test scores come to light. Enough of that, we’ve already discussed that, but back to my point. The more intelligent women you mate with, the better the chance for more geniuses in your/our bloodline. Baby, think two hundred years from now – five hundred. Look, all your women get along fabulously, and we both know that somehow you have something to do with that. Oh, we aren’t hypnotized – far from it – but somehow, even though all your women are strong-willed, we actually enjoy being around each other, being your wives, doing everything together, including making love with you.

“Children in the same family often feel as if one is loved more than the other is. With multiple wives, it would seem that not only would that be the case, but it would be far worse. However, as you well know, it doesn’t happen with us. There isn’t any jealousy. No one feels left out. And logically, how could anyone feel that way when you make love to one of us, and we all feel as if the person you’re making love to is her own self. I don’t just think this; I know it because I feel it, too. My husband is making love to Caitlin. I touch either of you or anyone in the daisy chain, and suddenly you are making love to me – with all the, shall we say, side effects. I can feel your cock swell as you orgasm, feel it pulse as it pumps sperm into me, feel the ... tickle as it splashes against my cervix, even feel the soreness the next morning if you have extended the session a little too long.

“Baby, the other day, I walked into the living room when Ada was sitting astraddle your legs while you sucked her nipple. It hit me like a brick. You were sucking my nipple, and seconds later, I was coming with her. Hon, you’re getting stronger. Stronger to the point that I’m beginning to feel what I used to only when I was touching you or another in the chain. And to be clear, I don’t feel you making love to her. I feel you making love to me. In addition to the physical feel of your making love to her/me, I feel your emotional love for her/me, too.

“I’ve asked several of my sister-wives, and so far, the only other wife that this has happened to – feeling the emotional as well as the physical without our having to touch – is Arlene, at least this strongly, but I suspect that it will happen to all of us sooner or later.

“Back to the Clan Queen thing. In the beginning, I almost took it as a joke, but as I’ve said, it wasn’t long until I felt ... responsible. And the other Alphas’ women seemed to take it seriously. In short order, they were bringing their problems to me, so I had no choice other than to respond earnestly. A few hundred years from now when the Clan has many more people in it, the title will mean something – something I hope I will be able to live up to.”

Jeff briefly touched his lips to hers. “Baby, I was dead serious the first time I mentioned it. It felt right, and it seemed that the other Alphas actually seemed relieved to have a Clan Queen to help with their wives’ problems.”

Jeff hesitated, not even wanting to ask the question, but she had already alluded to it. Baby, those women that the General allowed to come to the weddings, were they women the two of you conspired to ... I just can’t believe that either of you would do that.”

One glance at her face and he knew he had nailed it, though. They weren’t just random troops, they were picked eligible women.

“Oh, shit.”

“Darnit, Jeff, when we leave in search of the race that built Ship’s brain, you know that we’ll be gone for years. Unless you plan on marrying alien women...”

“Don’t even think about that,” he snarled.

“So? I’ll bet you’ve seen some beautiful alien women in your travels.”

“Most of my travels resulted in us trying to dig a science team out of the shit they had gotten themselves into. There are a lot of beings out there who shoot first and ask questions later – if they bother to ask at all.”

“Have you seen any beautiful alien women that would be compatible with us?” she persisted.

“I suppose,” he admitted after a hesitation.

“Hmmm. We’ll have to look into that,” she teased. “But back to the subject at hand. Baby, that girl loves you. In case you haven’t noticed,” she teased, “you’re an Alpha. More than that – you’re a Prime. You’re like a magnet to any woman that you notice. I know that you don’t understand that, and I’m not sure I do either, but it’s a fact. You’re a great looking guy and sexy as heck, but if you turn on the charm, even a little bit, it’s as if ... Oh, I just had a thought. I suspect it’s a little like your turning your pheromones on for us. We can not resist you. Maybe you unconsciously direct those pheromones toward any woman that you like. Whatever it is, I think I’m at least close. If you notice a woman, she almost instantly falls in love with you. Yeah, that has to be it.”

“Di that’s...”

“Darnit, Jeff,” she interrupted, “if you could feel what your pheromones do to a woman, you would believe, not to mention what your sperm does to us.”