He frowned, “There has to be another answer.”

  Xylla sighed, “I’ll declare our ship quarantined… right after Ted gets me off again.”

  His response was muffled, as she spun around and sat on his face.

  Xia added, “It’s good that you’re a human in an android body, at least you’ll be safe to have in the capitol. I don’t know what to do, but I really don’t care right…” she cut off as he felt her pussy tighten around him again, and bath him in her juices.

  Xylla wasn’t far behind at all, and after a few more well-placed licks she exploded in his face.

  She got up and said, “I’ll be right back, just need to declare a ship quarantine. Could you imagine if this DNA got loose on the home planet? It could bring the empire to its knees.”

  Princess Xia giggled, “I like being on my knees for Ted.”

  Xylla snorted and walked toward the door, but he swore he heard her mutter, “Me too,” as she walked out…

  It was almost one in the afternoon when he finally managed to slip away while they were in a sixty-nine licking his seed out of each other. It was both incredibly sexy, and quite scary at the same time as he thought about the comments they’d made. He imagined it would be a lot like a highly addictive drug for humans. The fact there weren’t really any highly dangerous side effects, outside of their societies breakdown that is, probably made it even worse.

  It would need to be stopped, or controlled, but he had no idea how. He couldn’t conceive of a human’s sex drive stopping them from shifting back, but they truly had no inhibitions and were going with pure human instinct. Maybe that was the key somehow? The societal programming wasn’t present, so maybe to get them to change back it would have to be related to instincts? He wasn’t a doctor or a psychologist, but he did know and love one of the best he knew.

  He sent the conversations and his thoughts to Mia, there had to be a way to fix this mess that didn’t involve quarantining or scouring life on Earth from the empire. Hopefully they’d figure something out before the ship reached Xaran, and the empress found out that Earth’s DNA had just turned her daughter and heir into a pleasure slut. Maybe Mia could figure out something…

  Chapter Nine

  Tom and Bill were online, so he joined them at the table. They’d managed to get themselves some Roman armor yesterday, so at least they were set there.

  “What’s up guys,” he said as he waved at the tavern wench, who flounced over with his beer in record time, “Thanks wench.”

  She grinned and winked, before she strutted off.

  Bill shrugged, “Not much, haven’t seen Kathy and Ray in about a week.”

  He frowned, “I hope those government bastards aren’t messing with them.”

  Tom asked, “What are you talking about?”

  He shrugged, “Apparently their kids’ school was complaining that they were a bad influence on their children because they were allowed to play violent games.”

  Bill snorted, “I don’t know, maybe they’re just busy, is school even in this week?”

  That was a good point, no reason to borrow trouble.

  Tom asked, “So what’s new with you?”

  He shrugged, he couldn’t exactly say he was boning an alien princess could he? They wouldn’t believe it, or if they did it would probably start a panic. Especially if he mentioned the part about possibly being wiped out because the princess was addicted to pleasure and sex. Although he was finding it hard to compare genocide to going cold turkey, apparently it wasn’t that far of a leap for the Xarans.

  Not that they wouldn’t fight if it came down to that, but he had the feeling the Xaran were as far advanced from the A.I.s as the A.I.s were from humanity technology wise. Plus, there was a whole empire of them, in big ass ships that seemed to be able to create things at the drop of a hat. Sure, modern fabricators could create that bedroom from the bed to the couch, to the satin sheets in a half an hour or so, but certainly not immediately like their ship seemed to.

  “Not a thing. Well, we did move into our new condo, even though Mars city isn’t done yet.”

  Bill asked, “We?”

  He nodded, “Silvia, the one I nipped from under the FBIs nose, and four A.I.s.”

  Tom snorted and shook his head, “That’s so not fair, seven of them with Kara and Nicci?”

  He felt arms go around him from behind, and soft lips on his cheek, and then Jen’s soft voice filled his ear.

  “Eight, but who’s counting? I’m Jen,” she caressed his chest, and then sat at the table.

  Tom looked shocked, Bill just looked amused.

  Bill said, “I’m Bill, my speechless friend here is Tom. Nice to meet you.”

  Jen smiled, “You too. I know Ted from work, of course not anymore.”

  They both nodded, and he almost jumped when he felt Jen’s wandering hand under the table on his inner thigh. She looked over at him and winked as she brushed his package with the side of her pinkie.

  He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, she was being rather bold for the Jennifer he knew, and he took a long draw of his beer as she teased him to hardness under the table. He supposed to be fair he only knew her work face well, they’d spent time together lately but he’d never actually taken her on a date, or been with her in a social setting before.

  She couldn’t handle sharing him in a serious relationship, but to equate that to prude behavior was clearly sloppy thinking on his part.

  Tom cleared his throat, “Nice to meet you, been playing long?”

  She shook her head, “I just started a week ago? Originally I just logged on to track Ted down, but I’m having fun with the game as well, which I didn’t expect.”

  She wasn’t even pretending accidental touches anymore, and was now practically jerking him off through the leather loincloth.

  She looked totally innocent though, as she turned to him without even a flushed cheek and said, “Can I talk to you, privately?”

  He nodded, and knocked the rest of his beer back.

  “See you later guys.”

  The two of them stood up and headed up the stairs to his usual room.

  She giggled as the door closed, “Sorry, that’s not usually like me, it’s this game. It makes me rather bold, and it’s quite a turn on to be stared at.”

  She dropped to her knees and looked up at him innocently as she took off his loincloth, “Let me take care of this, since it’s my fault it’s all… swollen” she said sultrily, and then took him into her sweet little mouth.

  Despite the insane amount of sex he’d had today, it didn’t take her long to finish him off. She looked so wanton and her eyes sparkled with lust as she took him deep inside of her mouth. She got better at it every time she got on her knees for him, and this time she took him into her throat easily as she swallowed and hummed. She also caressed his balls and taint with her left hand, while her other hand jerked his base.

  It wasn’t long at all, when he felt his balls tighten, and he grunted out a warning, “I’m going to cum Jen.”

  She moaned in wanton pleasure, and started to suck harder and bob faster, as her sultry eyes begged him to shoot into her mouth. She was clearly enjoying it, and wanted to be there, which made it so much better for him as his mind and body was lost in rapturous bliss.

  She sucked him softly and made noises of pleasure and approval, until she was sure she’d gotten it all, and then she popped her mouth off of him and swallowed.

  She giggled, “I really did need to talk to you.”

  He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed, “Anytime Jen, what is it?”

  She bit her lip, “I’ve been talking to Mia.”

  He raised an eyebrow, “Why? I mean what about?”

  She shrugged, “This whole thing really. It started out with Trudy, since she’s still my lab assistant at work. I supposed I wondered how Silvia could deal with sharing you, as well as the A.I.s. I don’t understand it, or at least I hadn’t at the time. To me it felt like I’d be lessening my worth to be with a man whose attention was so split so to speak? Does that make sense? Like I wasn’t enough.”

  He nodded, because it really did make sense to him, she continued, “Anyway, she got me in touch with Mia, who kind of understands all that stuff being a psychiatrist. I was having problems because there was a part of me that didn’t care about the others at all, that wanted to be yours too, more than fuck buddies, you understand. Needless to say, that was rather upsetting, and made me angry at myself because I didn’t understand how I could ever feel that way, at all.

  “I mean how can that be right? It made me feel dirty, degraded, and slutty, and not in a good way. It even made me a little mad at you, since it was you that made me feel that way, even if it wasn’t really your fault, you know?”

  He thought he followed all that, so far, so he nodded. He’d no idea what to say though, so he just kept his mouth shut. He didn’t think she needed his words anyway, she needed him to listen.

  She leaned in and caressed his face tenderly while she gave him a lingering kiss, and then she sighed.

  She smirked, “So she explained to me why I was so torn up. Instinctually you’re the perfect man for me. I’m deeply attracted to you, your handsome, well built, and virile. You’re also a good provider, and you literally can’t die on me, I also don’t believe you’d ever betray or leave me. There are no… female survival or mating instincts that insist you’d have to be mine alone. On top of that, we’re clearly compatible on other levels as well, socially I mean.

  “In other words, I’m not just attracted to you, I like you as a person, even if you’re a bit of a slut.”

  She took a deep breath, “The conflict of course, comes from societal standards. I grew up watching movies about one guy and one girl, and was taught that’s the way it was supposed to be. Kind of like a religious woman being ashamed of her sexual desires, it’s an unnatural programmed response, not an instinctual one. So… that’s where the me not being able to share you part comes from, as well as the shame from wanting it anyway.”

  She was silent for a while, and he finally asked, “So what does that mean for us?”

  She shrugged, “I don’t know. Even though I understand the origin of the issue, that doesn’t mean I can get passed it. Which is why I told you on Sunday we can only be friends with benefits. I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. I’m still working through it.”

  He pulled her into a kiss, and undid her armor with one hand, and removed it.

  She moaned softly into his mouth, and rubbed up against him as she returned the favor.

  He wasn’t sure what to do about what she said. Honestly though, there wasn’t much he could do, except listen and be there. He could also lay with her, which took most of the rest of the afternoon. He held her afterwards and knew he was in trouble. He cared way too much for her, just like Nicci and Kara. He didn’t think he was cut out to just be fuck buddies with anyone.

  Truthfully, he liked her more than that before they’d ever even kissed. He doubted she’d ever get over that as she’d professed a desire too, but his heart held hope anyway. Isn’t that why she’d told him all that when it came down to it, that she hoped she could get past it as well? He wasn’t positive, but he couldn’t think of another reason for her to tell him all that either.

  He probably spent longer than was wise, just holding her and caressing her back and chestnut brown hair, and the back of her neck. He didn’t want to let her go. He had no doubt where he stood, he wanted her to be his, but in his position he’d have to settle for what he could get…

  Chapter Ten

  He logged out and found Helen’s long red hair tickling his neck as she cuddled up against him. It was her turn for date night.

  She looked up at him with her sexy green eyes, and her cutely freckled nose.

  “Hey sweetheart, ready for our date then?”

  He looked around because something felt different, and it took him a moment to figure it out. They had a new bed, and it made a king sized bed look puny. He looked and leaned down as she stretched her neck up and then they kissed.

  She really was his sweetheart, every one of his ladies were different, as was his love for them. Helen definitely brought out his protective streak. She was willowy, graceful, and loved him to distraction. She was also the sweetest of his lovers, both in bed and out. The only exception to that was when he played with her ass, she went wild when he did that. Although she didn’t like to be spanked at all, she loved it when he took her hard and fast in her tight puckered star while he held her down, and usually had very intense multiple orgasms from it.

  “I’m ready my love,” she said softly, “What’re we doing?”

  He grinned, “It’s a surprise, but wear a light sundress, and have the ship ready for us in the driveway?”

  She nodded and blushed, and then kissed him lightly but with barely restrained passion. Helen was a bit shy at times, but he happened to learn that had nothing to do with her blushing. She tended to do that when she was horny and thinking naughty things about him. Which pretty much meant he loved it when she blushed.

  He kissed her one more time, “I love you Helen,” and then they logged in.

  He turned and she looked beautiful in a fairly modest sundress that nonetheless hugged all of her soft curves. The dress was white, with red and blue flowers along with brown and nature green designs. She also wore two-inch light brown sandals, and her long hair was up revealing her succulent long neck and the small earlobes he loved to kiss.

  She smiled, “From the look in your eyes, I guess you approve.”

  He grinned, “When haven’t I ever? You’re always stunning my love,” and he took her hand and she squeezed his as he led her outside and helped her into the ship.

  It should have felt wrong by the standards he was taught in society, but it didn’t. He loved her so much as he had the ship take off, and he pulled her into his side. He couldn’t imagine a life without Helen, and right or wrong, just like Trudy he was overwhelmed by her presence. He seemed to fall in love with them more every day.

  It should feel selfish, or he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t give up any of the five he had in his home now, and he really didn’t want to give up the other three ladies either, but it wasn’t up to him for them. He shook his head and cleared his bizarre thoughts. It was absurd to feel guilty about not feeling guilty, plus this was Helen’s night and he didn’t want to think of anyone else while he was with her.

  They landed on a tropical island somewhere out in the pacific. It was very small, maybe a mile in diameter at the widest point of its irregular circumference. They landed on the very private beach, and he could make out the bungalow just inside the woods where their meal waited. He also knew there was a hot tub on the back porch, as well as a trail that led up the side of the small islands one rocky hill, just short of a mountain, which had multiple ledges, waterfalls, and natural hot springs.

  It was eighty degrees in the sun, with a gentle cool breeze coming in off the water. It was just about a perfect evening to watch a sunset.

  Helen wasn’t just a sweetheart, he also knew she was a hopeless romantic, and he had to admit he really liked this place too. Of course, all women had a romantic streak, but where Mia would rather eat out and go dancing, and Trudy would rather do sports, Helen preferred an intimate one on one romantic setting for most of their dates.

  Helen asked softly, “What is this place? I don’t think this island exists in the real world.”

  He grinned, squeezed her hand and led her across the beach and into the bungalow, where their dinner waited for them. It was a selection of fresh sushi. Honestly not his favorite food, but he enjoyed it well enough, and he knew Helen loved it.

  “It doesn’t. Exist in the real world I mean. Trudy helped me set this place up, since I obviously couldn’t do it myself, but I designed this island to be the ultimate private romantic getaway.”

  She nodded and looked around, and smiled at him, “Well I’ll enjoy it.”

  He smiled, “I hope so, since it’s our place.”

  She tilted her head cutely and asked, “Our place?”

  He nodded, “Just for us, our private getaway. I just thought in addition to our date nights, we should share something unique just to us. This is our island. I won’t take the others here at all. Is that weird?”

  She looked breathless as she leaned across the small intimate table and kissed him, and when she pulled back she had tears in her eyes.

  He thought that meant she approved, he was pretty sure anyway.

  “I love you Ted,” she whispered through the tightness in her throat.

  He caressed her face, and kissed her, “I love you too Helen,” he said sincerely, and then he picked up a California roll and fed it to her.

  She giggled, and started to chew as she sat back.

  He asked, “So how is everything going?”

  Helen looked up thoughtfully as she chewed and swallowed, before she said, “The city is on schedule, about seven more weeks. Australia seems to be on board, we’ll find out tomorrow for sure either way and then go ahead with the plans and advertisements to get people here for Silvia’s project and to also just to visit, not to mention start construction on the spaceport.

  “It looks like the bill is going to be voted on tomorrow, and the numbers currently say it will pass, which is disappointing but not all that surprising. Cyber Dreams isn’t happy about it either, but I’ve worked with security to create and train them in using a new security program. It won’t be able to make intelligent decisions, but it should suffice if security pays attention. They’ll also have to keep up on reporting as well. How about you?”

  He shrugged helplessly, “Have you heard about the situation with the Xarans?”

  She nodded, “Any progress there?”

  He used the bounce program to take a peak, and wished he hadn’t. It was more than just Xia and Xylla now. There were now six gorgeous redheads with green eyes, exotically beautiful faces, and bodies built for sin having sex on the bed across from the chair. Not only that, but they must have done research, because they’d whipped up some toys.