Shemale

He came, and I knew I’d be pregnant again by the end of the week. Most of us would be, maybe even all eight of us which had happened once before. And that had been after a long tour too.

He flopped onto his back, breathing hard, looking sated and relaxed, smoothing most of the wrinkles from his face. Siana licked him clean, gently, tongue flickering lightly over his sensitive cock.

“Towel, my Lord?”

He nodded, eyes still closed, and Kellen stroked him with a cool, wet towel. Kellen was the only other male sima besides myself, and Jann too. Brant didn’t see the point of having a male sima who couldn’t bear children, and as only Jann males could, that was that.

“Sai?”

“My Lord? I rolled back into his arms, and he hugged me, kissing my nose.

“There is a Jann delegation coming to Kelos. Some of your family will be part of it - they wish to see you.”

That was unexpected. There had been no contact for over ten years, since the night I left them to marry Brant. We had been a close family, and I did miss them, but even though I loved my life with Brant, no matter how difficult it was at times, I must admit I didn’t want my family to know. If they would have been shocked at the wedding, they would be absolutely horrified by sima life.

“It will be good for you to see them, Brant said, after my silence had gone on for too long.

“Then I will, I said, laying my misgivings to rest. I didn’t want to hurt my family, but it was all a matter of pride and pride, mine or my family’s, was not important. Pride had no place in a sima. My husband was everything, and if he wished me to see my family, then that is what I will do.

~

It was summer when I met my family my brother Jerro and my sister Farsa. Farsa had taken my place on the Troika, and it was a surprise to see her so strong and poised. She’d only been ten, a child, when I’d last seen her.

They looked shocked at the sight of me, and there were a lot of uncomfortable silences throughout the one hour long meeting.