Thread: Lost in space

she nodded a little. most creatures we come across are not capable of producing the volume of cum that we are able to. she admitted simply. but most do not need to either. it is necessary to produce great volumes, so that it may pull Genetic material from the Beta's cells and place it inside of the Egg. she admitted simply before looking astonished. those where your balls? external balls?! do they not get damaged!? she asked, clearly astonished by the idea as she flipped the page and showed him how they had six balls, running the length of their spine. it was no wonder they produced so much cum. they are smaller than ours, but, i suppose with only a little bit of sperm content needed to impregnate your females, you do not need very large balls... she mused. how fascinating! i would very much like to get a full scan of each of your systems... she admitted. muscle, bone, nerve, blood... she mused. with your permission of course! she assured him. your species are so fascinating! i've never met a creature so... harmless before. she admitted. no claws, no fangs... i imagine you are the top of your food chain, yes? we are not the top of the food chain here... perhaps you never needed to develop physical defenses because there was no need to... she mused, examining him intently. she had it mostly correct. human's where not active prey to anything. they often died because of animals, but there was no big bad monsters to hunt them, so they had never needed to develop anything. but not because they where bigger or stronger, but because of their weapons. from sticks and stones, to cannons and pistols, they where more focused on killing each other, than staying alive. she smiled at his reaction to the time keeping device and she had to chuckle a little and tried to explain how the clock worked. as far as she could explain, was that each number was somewhere around an hour, or a half an hour of their average day, and that when the clock made a full circle, from top to top, a full day had passed. from how the hand was moving, the average day, was forty hours long... from how massive the planet was, that wasn't really all that shocking, it was almost three times the size of earth, and the suns moved around it a little faster than Earth's moon did. the planet was just so exotic, nothing like it had ever been discovered. if Trace managed to find a way home, maybe even taking some of the Ithreanian's with him, he was going to be the biggest name in Earth's history since Thomas Edison! yes, a Vow of Celibacy. every one of our Priestesses gives up something. they take vows, vows of celibacy, vows of silence, vows of peace, they do this to better understand and accept the Lady Mother, and the Gods. she admitted, smiling at him a little. it is a worship thing. i am glad to not be one, only those with great passion for the gods really go into such worship. she admitted with a shake of her head. Beta-Mother had hoped that i would go into worship, but i went into Science and study instead. my Sister, Tuth'Amal went into the Guardian's. she has trained very very hard, and has become captain, she is VERY pleased. she admitted with a smile. she will be pleased to meet you when she is finished with her duties. she admitted as she watched him take in the bathing area a smile on her lips. i do not know how long you where asleep either. you had a concussion, so it could have been a full day, or many Seasons. or even Cycles! when one plays with Hyperspace, there is really no telling. she admitted chuckling as she started stripping off her own clothing, revealing her firm body to him. oh! before i forget. she stated giving him a stern look. there is no sexual activities in front of children. she ordered firmly. you see how many of the children in here have no wings, or very small ridges along their backs? she asked, indicating a young girl who looked fully mature, but only had thick bone like ridges poking out of her back. they are too young to engage in any form of intercourse, and it is forbidden to do anything with them, as they are not mature, or ready, and it may harm them even if you don't touch them. she explained. when a Woman is mentally, and physically ready at the age of twenty Cycles, her wings are cut out, and freed. she smiled. and her feather is added to the Ancestry. she pointed outside. the village is split into two halves. on this half, the families with children live, here they care for each other. on the other side, the Single adults live. they usually spend most of their time fornicating and having fun until they reach their Thirty Cycle or so. then they start looking for the job, or place that is right for them... most do not start looking for mates until their fifty, or sixty Cycle. she admitted with a nod. if a Cycle was a year... then that meant that people here where getting 'married' at fifty, breeding at fifty... just how long did these people live!? despite the no fornication rule, there was a lot of touching in the bath. stroking, holding, nuzzling, cuddling. they where a very tactile people apparently, like monkeys sort of. they groomed each other and snuggled each other, always touching, smiling, playing as they enjoyed each others company. many of the women where even bathing each other, rather erotically, but it seamed a harmless thing, because no one was hard... it was... fascinating as everyone bathed and cuddled each other, and ran fingers through thick feathers, grooming each other as they hummed and sang and talked in their pretty song bird languages.