Chapter 23

Fox

I wake Helga up by kissing her neck tenderly. "I want you."

She opens her beautiful blue eyes to look up at me. Then I pick her up and roll over on my back, having her straddle my hips. I slowly begin removing her lace and satin garment that's covered in dried wine. My fingers linger on her skin as I go, enjoying the sight of exposing her flesh slowly. "This seems almost too wonderful to be true," I say as my fingers caress her nipples, making them taut.

"Wake me up like this every day."

"I promise."

She doesn't answer me, just tilts her head back to look up at the mirror as I plunge my fingers between her legs and move the fabric of her clothing to the side to begin stroking her clitoris again. I worry she may be sore, so I keep my strokes incredibly gentle. I should be using my tongue, but I want her like this, her human body straddling mine, and soon impaling herself on me. I'm so aroused just thinking about it.

I rub her faster, and I know she's close to orgasm. Her body is so easy to read and reacts almost instantly to my touch. It's only more proof that our relationship has been destined by the goddesses. Once she's coming again, I use my other hand to lift her hips up, position her, and then lower her body down on mine. Her sensual pink lips open in the perfect o as I stretch her body to accommodate me in this new position. She feels so good as she wiggles to adjust herself. It's such a hot and tight fit, I have to close my eyes to steady myself.

After a few seconds, I open my eyes, and with my hands on her hips, I begin moving her slowly on top of me. I'm awestruck by this scene. It's so fantastical I can't believe I'm actually living it. My gorgeous Helga riding me. Her long hair falling seductively over her shoulders. Her large human breasts bouncing as she moves up and down and the sweet sounds she's making.

She moves slowly and delicately on my body as only a woman can, and the pleasure of it is intense. But I must pace myself. I'm so close to completing her test, and then it's just the marriage ceremony.

I want her to masturbate while on top of me. Most women just do it, and I don't know why she's not. Maybe she's inexperienced. It doesn't matter. I reach for her shoulders and angle her against me. "I want to suck on your beautiful breasts, Helga." She doesn't resist the new positioning of her body, "That's it, put them at the level of my mouth." I angle my penis against her clitoris, so her slightest movements will bring her closer to orgasm and then kiss her gorgeous breasts on display as an offering before me. "You're perfect," I tell her in between kisses.

"Oh my goodness," she says, and I know she's in a blissful state. I push her flawless breasts together and try to suck on both her nipples at once. I start to feel her move her hips, and I suck harder and harder and when her body tenses, I use my teeth to send her over the edge into orgasm and I don't let go as she writhes with satisfaction on top of me. The walls of her core already tight and hot, grip me and almost bring me over the edge to orgasm. I concentrate on holding her nipples in my teeth as she moves around me. I long to look at our reflection to see how sexy this is, but I don't dare. The erotic sight might be too much for me.

Once she's mentally back in the room, I tell her, "I want you to move up and down on top of me." I watch erotically as she raises her hips and then incases my erect penis entirely. Her body holds mine in a tight grip and I would do anything she asked of me now.

Her pink lips slightly part as her vagina stretches around me and I imagine it's a mirror image of both openings. And again, I resist looking in the mirror or using any of the other technology we have at hand to look at our bodies more closely. Another time , I promise myself.

When she's ready, I use my hips to help propel her up slowly at first to guide her to the rhythm I want. She's more gorgeous than I ever imagined in my fantasies. Her breasts swaying and her hands on my hips as leverage. Her small moans, reflecting her building desire. "Faster," I say, and she complies as I move my hips quickly against hers now that she matches my pace. Soon I'm orgasming harder than I ever have in my life. I bring her toward me to suck on her nipples as I continue to release inside of her. I can feel my semen seeping out the sides of her vagina onto both of our bodies. With other women, I've always been complimented on not only my girth, but also the amount of semen my body expels. But Helga is especially small, so it seems even more excessive and erotic.

I release her taut nipple from my mouth with a pop, and she collapses on top of me. I run my fingers through her blonde hair which had become undone a while ago. "That was the best sex of my life," I tell her. "I hope my performance was up to your standards."

I can feel her smile against my chest. "Just barely."

I pinch the side of her hip. "Have I passed your physical exam, then?"

She absently circles my nipple with her finger. "I think I can give you a pass and marry you. Although you came to Anna's room before she could tell me how marriages take place in your culture."

"It's a simple ceremony. It doesn't take long. We will need a few witnesses though."

"Do we need to wear anything special?"

"We just need the bracelets I showed you. What we wear isn't important."

"Don't we need a priest or priestess or something?"

"No," I answer her casually although I'm thrilled she's agreed to marry me. "The goddesses accept our prayers and those of our witnesses without the High Priestess being in attendance. However, in our case, I will let the High Priestess know, and if she is not busy, she may attend virtually. But only as a witness."

"What does the ceremony involve?"

"We exchange our vows, make a small blood sacrifice to the goddesses—it doesn't hurt very much—then we exchange bracelets."

"It sounds simple."

"Yes, then we consummate our marriage."

"We've already done that part," Helga says with some humor in her voice.

"Yes, well, I don't care if we don't put on a good show."

She's quiet and then leans up on her elbow and looks at me. "What do you mean, ‘put on a good show?'"

"I mean, the consummation of our marriage. Our witnesses will watch to make sure I can pleasure you as a husband should."

"No. Absolutely not."

"Yes. It's tradition. Otherwise the marriage ceremony isn't complete. It'll be invalid. I must prove myself publicly."

"No."

"Helga, yes. It's not a big deal."

"I'm not an exhibitionist. Surely the doctor can say we consummated our marriage three times now."

"He can, but that's not the point."

"You want to have sex in front of your friends."

"Yes. It's a beautiful part of the marriage ceremony. I've been witness to almost all my officers' marriages."

"You watched Anna and Lev have sex?"

"Yes. But it's not like you imagine. It's a wonderful celebration of our physical bodies, our spiritual devotion to one another, and our vitality. We won't be as young as we are today ever again. Why do you want to keep this private? I want people to witness our natural connection."

Helga's quiet for a minute. "I don't want anyone to think any less of me. If a woman agrees to such a thing on Earth, then she's not a ‘good woman' in society's eyes."

"Well," I say, holding Helga close to me to comfort her, "when you're with me, you're no longer in a patriarchy, and we consider it not only natural, but an excellent expression of fertility and life." I run my fingers up and down her back, thinking. "I guess in a matriarchy, the idea that a woman having sex publicly would make her less of a ‘good woman' doesn't exist, because I can't even fathom it. You might as well tell me two plus two equals twenty-five."

"What would change the reputation of a woman in the Empire then?"

I answer immediately, "Failure to look after the men in her life."

"What do you mean? I want to know so I don't make those kinds of mistakes."

I realize then that even though it's a simple question and I understand the answer, it's difficult for me to articulate. "In the Empire, it's women's role to guide men. To give us direction that benefits everyone, from our immediate family, to society, to our Empire as a whole. Sometimes this is explicit but mostly it's implicit. It's difficult to explain, I have a lot of autonomy, more than Anna thinks," I add the last because no woman can ever understand what it's like to be a man in the Empire without living the experience of it. "But with this guidance comes power and if a woman sends men down dangerous and dark paths unnecessarily or for her own personal gain, she's not a good woman."

"So would you're saving me from the slave auction make me a bad person? That was for my own gain."

"No," I say and hold her close. "You were abducted because of me and you never asked me to come and get you."

"Oh but I was wishing for it every minute I was away from Earth," she admits.

"Still that's not how it works. You could run the risk by asking me to get too involved in Earth's affairs. Love can easily blur lines and make it difficult to see when you're overstepping boundaries."

"And that would be seen as my fault, despite you being the Commander?"

"Yes. The highest ranking woman is responsible for the actions of everyone in her House or in your case, the Alliance Force base."

Although I don't think this is new information for her, she's quiet and I think this is the first time she actually understands the gravity of her position on the base if she marries me.

"And I could be criminally punished for your actions or the actions of the other people in Alliance Force?"

"Within reason, yes. But I'm sure Anna mentioned our lack of judicial system."

"She did."

"No one will challenge you to a duel across the galaxy, so you're safe. Only women duel other women. The most you will face is a fine."

"But what if I can't pay?"

"You'll just continue to be indebted to the Empire. We don't send Alliance women to repay their debts through slavery, only men. Helga, Alliance Force is one of many bases throughout the galaxy. I can't imagine any scenario where an envoy would be sent out from the Capital to punish you."

Helga seems like she's going to say something then stops. She begins again, "You really thought nothing less of Anna after watching her marry Lev?" She's changed the subject, which is good. I don't want to talk about all the things that could go terribly wrong right now, because they'll probably never happen, and there's no need to worry, Helga.

"Not at all. And I've not thought of it until you mentioned it. But now that we're on the subject, I do remember she had the same nervousness. Lev had to bring her back in during the ceremony. But he'd been very clumsy by not telling her beforehand what's involved in an Alliance marriage."

"Perhaps he did it on purpose. I can't imagine many human women agreeing to this."

"Yet they all do in the end, and then they understand."

I get a notification on my IC. I don't want to look at it, but I must. I am technically still working. I disengage myself from Helga's body and find my trousers. I take out my IC. It's Axl letting me know I have ten hours left, and he's ready to assemble everyone for our marriage ceremony. I don't know if I have the strength to have sex again so soon. But I must somehow find the energy.

I look over at Helga from across the room. She looks exquisite draped across the bed naked, completely satisfied, and deep in thought about something.

"Axl has messaged me. Everyone is ready to witness our marriage ceremony if we are."

Helga sits up. "I want you to ask me to be your wife formally. You've not really done that yet."

I give her a small smile. Part of me wonders if she's doing this so she can deny me formally, but I remind myself that she's not an Alliance woman. "I assume you would like me to be dressed?"

"Yes. And I want to be dressed too. But I don't want to be married in a t-shirt and jeans."

I open the small wardrobe and show her the plain black dress. "This is an Alliance woman's dress. It's not formal, but it's not informal either. Do you think it might suit you for the occasion?"

"It's not that I don't appreciate you thinking of me, but I imagined myself getting married in something else. I don't want to wear black on my wedding day."

"What about your dirndl? It's clean now."

"Definitely not."

"I think you look great in it."

"Every woman looks good in a dirndl. But I don't want to get married in my work uniform."

I decide not to say anything about my wearing my uniform in case she wants to call off the whole thing over some clothing. Clearly I'm missing something here. "I'm sure we can come up with something. I'm going to let Axl know we'll be ready in an hour."

"Two."

"Two hours," I say as I send him a message to let our witnesses know. It's late, but everyone will be relieved that I'm marrying. It'll be the middle of the night in the Capital City, so hopefully the High Priestess will not be in attendance. I message her quickly too. Then I look over at Helga. "We should have a shower."

"Do you have a razor or something?"

"Why?"

"I want to shave my legs and my underarms."

"I like your fur. You should let it grow out."

"You are never allowed to call it fur ever again."

I raise up my hands in defeat. "What should I call it then? Your woolly bits?"