PART TWO
“You've got to be kidding, Rogue,” Rachel spoke drolly, rolling her eyes at Rogue's ridiculous choice in women. “It's become quite evident that your brother was the one responsible for selecting me, wasn't he?” she teased while Rogue continued to look downward from his celestial view at the voluptuous woman walking the street at two in the morning.
Sure, she had a great body, but chances were also that body was infested with a multitude of diseases that she'd rather not have come within a hundred miles of her infant son.
“But, I don't understand what's wrong with her. Perhaps she’s a little lost; she's done nothing to offend you but pace up and down this street for the past hour,” he replied, confused by Rachel's objection.
“Um, she's not lost, Rogue. She's a prostitute,” Rachel waited for awareness to dawn in Rogue's eyes, “...a woman who has sex in exchange for money,” she continued when his eyes remained just as confused in spite of her simple explanation.
“Oh. Is that necessarily a bad thing, given our current search?” he asked.
“Well...no...it would be fine, except...I don't know how it works with you, but for humans, a whole lot of sex partners means a ton of opportunity for really gross diseases. Just think about things oozing from all the parts you don't want associated with that word,” Rachel tried to explain, adding a little humor to the conversation.
Rogue considered Rachel's words for a moment and then nodded, accepting her objection easily.
Ny-len walked in the room then, carrying his and Rachel's son, and Rogue returned his attention to his perusal of the streets far below. The infant was a perfect blend of their two species, with Rachel's fair complexion rather than Ny-len's pale skin. The beautiful, intricate tattoos adorned his neck, arms and feet, but the few markings on his head were nearly covered by his downy, auburn hair.
“Still at it, are you?” he teased his brother as he passed their child into Rachel's outstretched arms.
Before she met Ny-len and Rogue, she'd never even considered having children. But from the moment she felt her unborn child stir within her, she knew without a doubt that she'd found her purpose. And she'd loved every moment since. Her son, now five weeks old, occupied the vast majority of her days and nights, but she'd also grown quite fond of the two men with whom she spent the remainder of her time. She felt closer to Ny-len than Rogue, but still there was a bond even there that became more deeply rooted each day.
The two humanoid men had not taken another woman since Rachel, afraid to introduce anything that might jeopardize the health or well-being of her unborn child.
But it could not remain just the three of them forever; the underlying purpose of their being here was to forge a new species between their kind and the humans below. And she could not possibly be responsible for giving birth to the entire blended species. When it finally came time to bring another woman into the fold, she expected jealousy to flare within her, but somehow the expansion of their small group seemed entirely natural. In fact, it had been at Rachel's urging that the search resume for the next most suitable match.
And it was easier for her right now because even though both men would participate in the new woman's sexual initiation, they were currently searching for the mate that Rogue felt most drawn to, not Ny-len.
She was actually looking forward to the new addition, and while her body still healed from childbirth, she also relished the idea of watching the upcoming scene, living vicariously through the new woman's experience while looking forward to the near future when Rachel would be able to do more than watch.
“How was this such an easy task for you, Ny-len?” Rogue broke into Rachel's silent contemplation.
“If you recall, Rachel had made it easy. And we were not the only ones looking for something at the time,” Ny-len replied, smiling at the mother of his child.
“You are going about this all wrong, Rogue,” Ny-len explained. “You are only looking with your eyes. Don't you remember the first time we saw Rachel? She was absolutely beautiful, but I was not only looking with my eyes, but with the physical draw I felt as well. That is how you know she will be a good match.”
Rogue took a deep breath and focused his attention once again, trying to employ more than his sense of sight in the task. No one could ignore Ny-len's advice, given the ideal choice he had made, and so he would try to do the same. Rachel and Ny-len moved to stand next to Rogue, scouting for the one who would make the best match for him.
“Oh!” Rachel exclaimed aloud, feeling the sudden arousal radiating from Rogue's body. And she knew even before he was aware himself that the woman who would bear the next of the new blended species had been found. It was the same heat that radiated from Ny-len's body every time he was around Rachel. Ny-len nodded, surprised that Rachel had recognized the connection there so quickly. And finally, Rogue nodded, too, a smile spreading across his face in anticipation.
The young woman who had caught Rogue's attention sat hugging her knees to her chest on the worn out sofa in her small living room. She held a piece of paper in one hand, and written on it was a rejection for a student loan. The way her knees pressed hard against her chest forced her ample breasts upward, and it was impossible not to notice, despite the dejected look she wore on her face.
Just then, she stood, looking around. She moved to the window and pushed the curtains further aside, peering outside as if she had heard something. But given that there had been no sound, and there was nothing around the small house, Rachel couldn't help but wonder if the woman was cognizant of something else—their perusal of her, perhaps.
The woman looked up, staring into the night's sky, and suddenly Rachel recognized the scene, so reminiscent of herself just a few short months ago. She knew without a doubt that the woman would see the bright star in the sky, so much more luminous than the rest. As if on cue, the woman's eyes found the bright light. Her eyes were held there, and Rachel felt Rogue's arousal grow exponentially. Heat began to course through her own veins, and she cursed her body for its slow healing.
“Wait for it, boys,” Rachel teased with a smile, knowing what was coming next.
And then the woman's lips began to move. “I wanted this so much,” she began. “It was law school...I was going to make a difference. But even with two jobs, I can't afford it on my own,” she spoke aloud with a catch in her throat. She turned then, to a picture on the end table next to her. The man and woman in the photograph bore a strong resemblance to the woman on the sofa, but they were older; they must have been her mother and father.
“I'm so sorry, Dad. I know you had such hopes for me,” she choked out, a tear rolling down her cheek. “But I guess that's it...” she whispered resignedly. “I just wanted to be someone who made a difference. I wish I could make a difference,” she continued emphatically.
It was uncanny. This woman already seemed so much like Rachel that she couldn't help but look forward to this meeting…though she wasn't entirely sure where she factored in, given that she couldn't participate in this particular mating.
“So, Rogue? Do I need to ask you what you think? This is the one, right?” Rachel probed.
“You seem to approve,” Ny-len commented contentedly to her.
Rogue nodded, his arousal continuing to rise. “OK. Tonight then.”
The woman left the window, making her way down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head. She was naked beneath, her body instantly on display. She wasn't as thin as Rachel, and she stood maybe a few inches shorter, but her massive tits more than compensated. In fact, her breasts would have seemed awkward and out of place on a skinnier frame. Her long, fiery red hair trailed down her back, covering it with straight, silken tresses.
She moved to her bed, sprawling out above the covers. She turned her head to gaze out the window a few feet away from her bed, and her eyes locked onto the luminous star in the sky once again. She continued to stare at the bright light as her eyes became heavy. Rachel was quite certain a calmness was winding its way through the woman's body, spurring her toward blissful slumber. And sure enough, less than a minute later, the woman's eyes closed. Rachel waited, realizing she had no idea how exactly the next step worked. Were they going to beam her up like she'd seen on television? Rachel had never thought about it again since she'd found herself in the middle of that stark room.
And then she watched as Rogue's brightness, and then Ny-len's, grew. It extended outward, radiating out of the ship and downward. A stream of brightness traveled all the way to the woman's house and then in through the bedroom window. It was erotic, the way it wrapped around her naked body. In the blink of an eye, the bright extension through the sky was gone. It had retracted back to the ship and in its grasp was the woman from far below. The brightness deposited her gently onto the ground before them and Rogue bent down to pick her up gently. He carried her out of the room and down the ship's hall to the room Rachel was all too familiar with.
She followed Rogue, curious about the process that had likely been the same for her. As she walked, she noticed how her own arousal had increased in the short time since the woman arrived, and she silently willed her body to recover faster, anxious to be able to mate once again.
Once in the room, Rogue laid her down gently on the same odd table Rachel had awoken upon months before. Ny-len stood at the entrance, perusing the naked woman and observing the restraint that Rogue was using to avoid delving in right then and there. He succeeded, and withdrew from the room, obviously forcing himself to be patient in the same way Ny-len had been patient with her.
Rachel stopped him at the door. “A blanket, Rogue. Trust me. You'll have to use a whole lot less of that calming thing you guys have if you let the poor woman wake up with a little modesty.”
It didn't look like Rogue relished the thought of covering her up, but he conceded quickly, left and returned to the door a moment later. He entered the room and draped the thin, lightweight blanket over her body, starting at her toes and covering her body slowly.
And that was it; nothing more to do than wait or the woman to awake.