The master bathroom of the part of the ship known formally as ‘The Den’, was truly something else. A significant facility to be certain, it had been designed to accommodate almost the entire clan at once. Separate bathrooms had been set up in or near the children's "barracks", but they lacked some of the nicer features of the master suite.

This was for Jerry and his wives only, and certain luxury accommodations had been retrofitted in.

For example a replica hot spring bath was behind a secured door at the far end of the rectangular room, the entry pad DNA locked and safely away from little hands.

From the entrance fine wood and stone flooring gave the space a warm, homey feel. The left side was a series of heads, proper enclosed rooms like a dignified lady deserved, and a series of ten double sinks. All had mirrors set up for makeup, and all had personal storage for the wife it predominantly belonged to for grooming purposes.

Jerry's side of the jack and jill he shared with Syl was relatively unadorned, save for the magnetic holster that housed his shower gun.

He had a few grooming tools the girls didn't, including a laser hair cut device that gave him a perfect high and tight in about a second every morning. It was the most frivolous use of what had to be close to weapons grade lasers he could think of, but damned if he didn't look good.

The other sinks with active residents had everything ranging from special seats or stools to flowers or family photos. Anything and everything to make the space theirs.

On the right side was a series of shower stalls. The furthest from the door was floor to ceiling as opposed to open top like the others, and was built large. Where the normal stalls could comfortably have Jaruna use them, the ‘fun’ stall was sized for group showers. Be it for mutual grooming and intimacy, or more sensual acts, it even had a little marker on the door to indicate if whatever wife had dragged Jerry in there was amenable to other wives joining them or not.

Today it was decidedly set to 'do not disturb'.

The door slams shut on the stall and locks itself on a mumbled code phrase from Jerry as he and Ghorza eagerly paw at each other. Admittedly, he'd pushed the green skinned woman longer than he probably should have. He'd teased Ghorza mercilessly while they waited for the crowd of people who'd turned up for their bout to dissipate.

He'd paid her all manner of subtle attention, playing footsie under the table, casually resting a hand on her, complimenting her physique and her feminine curves, and how the contrast complimented each other in very visually appealing ways.

Doing that while not actively making the rest of the wives say "Fuck it" and drag him off for a reverse gang bang that Penthouse Forum would have rejected as being both too fantastical to believe, and too raunchy to print, had been a challenge of the diplomatic skills he'd been polishing at his improvised naval war college courses.

So Ghorza was absolutely boiling in her hormones by the time he'd finally motioned her on. It was clearly literally all she could do to not throw him over her shoulder and haul him into the nearest vaguely private space and get down to bruising his hips. The battle of self restraint and her base needs was intriguing... but Ghorza wasn't the only one interested in a good time.

Now however as they aggressively grope one another, he figured they were at a perfect simmer for some very explosive sexual activity. Her muscles were incredible under his hands, corded steel and supple flesh. He was enjoying feeling up her chiseled abs, delightfully trim waist, her sculpted arms and shoulders, resisting the bounty of her curves even as Ghorza ground those ample curves against him mercilessly.

The sheer difference between her heavy breasts, curvy hips, plush ass and her woven steel bulk was delightful.

She was more defined than Jaruna, and slimmer to boot. Like some exceptionally horny deity had sculpted the perfect porn star bodybuilder and given her green skin. Jerry continues to explore, grabbing a handful of firm, muscular rump and giving her an experimental smack. Ghorza groans softly, a darker green spreading across her face with what appeared to be a slightly embarrassed blush.

"My my, Warlady Ghorza Gutripper, sounding all delicate like a fair maiden." Jerry teases her, closing in for a kiss.

"J-just a little. Hah... fucking hell did you juice your scent with something? You smell so damn good... and you actually kicked me around pretty good."

Ghorza's growling purr is back, a throaty sound from deep in her chest that was very clearly a sign of deep arousal on her part.

"Mhmmm. Fuck. Your boys say every alien gal they see walked out of a porno from what my girls have been saying just hanging around before the fight, but I'd say it's you boys who walked out of a smut magazine or a very, very dirty book. Makes my snatch do a decent impression of a waterfall just thinkin bout what you can do to me with all that man... and it makes my thighs squeeze together like a Tret school girl who just got unmonitored internet access."

"So you want it then?"

Ghorza leans in and bites Jerry's lower lip, gingerly working around her tusks.

"I am going to give you a chance to take me like men of your culture apparently do, but I swear to you husband, if you don't get that dick out and into my guts in the next minute or so, I'm putting you on your back and riding you till you need to see the doc for a broken pelvis, and I have to go on maternity leave from actual combat duty in a couple months."

"And here I thought getting you on maternity leave was the plan."

Jerry tenderly bites Ghorza's lower lip. The slight amount of pain has the intended effect, distracting Ghorza as Jerry focuses a small amount of axiom on the tip of his index finger's nail... and slices her top off, her massive bust practically detonating the compression garment that had been struggling mightily to contain it. Her perky and full gargantuan breasts bounce merrily into position, each topped with a stiff, dark green nipple. The bounty of any young man's dreams if he happened to be a She Hulk fan once upon a time... or paid a little too much attention to the orc gals in certain pop culture.

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A firm grope of her right breast draws another groan from Ghorza, as Jerry takes his time exploring her tits. This was important... and if she snu snu'd him for not going fast enough? It was a good day to die. His hands dig into her supple flesh, the unimaginable bounty of a woman who made porn stars look flat, bodybuilders look weak and managed to stand out even in Jerry's marriage of absolute knockouts.

This was important. Not just because Jerry was consistently in awe of the utterly monstrous racks he found himself surrounded by on a daily basis, but to feel out Ghorza's sensitivities. Some gentle working of her nipples and a light slap to each breast confirms that Ghorza likes things a bit rough, and that her breasts are more delicate than one might otherwise expect.

The human commando spins Ghorza around, and she unintentionally palms the controls to get the water going as he rips the shorts off her body and quickly strips down. The firm slap he delivers to Ghorza's muscular backside echoes in the room as he seizes her hips and pulls her into position.

"Yeah that's it, manhandle me you son of a bitch. Sounds funny to say it, but fuck it let's go already! Fuck your whelps into me before I really feel my blood and I take them from you the hard way."

A much firmer smack of her ass draws a needy little groan from Ghorza as Jerry lines himself up.

"Save it for the next round, gorgeous, we can take turns leading."

A firm thrust of his hips cuts off any further comment from Ghorza, and Jerry locks his eye on Gorza's reaction in the nearby glass. He'd seen this moment a couple times now, and it was always interesting to see what happened the first time he thrusted into a new wife. Something about human pre cum basically being the sexual equivalent of doing a couple rails of Peruvian marching powder from what the docs said, and from the wide eyed look on Ghorza's face Jerry believed it. She howls for him as her body shudders with what would have been a dick crushing orgasm if Jerry hadn't been on top of his axiom game, quickly hammering home into her warm depths to hilt into her.

That first moment of his hips pressed firmly to her green back side, their bodies locked together drew a mutual shudder from both of them... and after that... well. Ghorza had called this the second bout of their ‘fight’, and anyone watching save perhaps Jaruna would consider it a fight to say the very least. A kinetic, aggressive sexual encounter that filled the room with the loud, wet slaps of two very athletic people giving it their all to sate their mutual passion.

Jerry only seems to be picking up steam as he grabs hold of Ghorza’s hefty breasts for leverage. He could have stayed with her hips, gone for her hair, but with his hands practically vanishing in the green flesh of Ghorza’s breasts, even as his thumbs work her stiff, sensitive nipples, Jerry is perfectly satisfied with his selection as he pistons into Ghorza with long, hard and fast strokes.

Lightning flashes up Ghorza’s spine and fireworks flash before her eyes as the absolute beast of a man that she’d just married herself to does his absolute best to break her mentally with his cock, and she was clearly loving every minute of it, even as her eyes go hazy. Her body doesn’t skip a beat even as her higher brain functions go on a little vacation. Pushing back into Jerry’s thrusts and aggressively milking his cock, her incredible interior musculature trying to force an orgasm out of her husband right the hell now.

Ghorza's conditioning proves it's worth by the standards of the wider galaxy as she goes in hard, gamely pushing back or switching positions for a solid thirty minutes of high impact rutting before announcing her triumph with a soul rattling roar as Jerry fills her for the first time on the marble tiles like some base animal mounting it's far more meeker and submissive breed of female.

Holding each other under the warm water, laying out on the tiles, Ghorza finally finds her actual words instead of bestial noises and growls. "F-fuck. That was. That was pretty damn intense."

"Mhmm, glad you enjoyed it."

Jerry's hand freely wanders her body, tracing the clefts and trails of muscle and curve alike, tracing the pattern of her tattoos.

"I didn't expect you to have ink for some reason." Ghorza notes as she happily snuggles into Jerry's embrace.

"Seems it's a common thing for warriors of all kinds of cultures... Cannidor even do brands. To show belonging, celebrate victory or survival... to mourn the dead."

Ghorza's hand shifts to Jerry's shoulder, where a rifle had been depicted, bayoneted into the ‘ground’, with a pair of boots at the bottom, a helmet resting on the rifle butt and seven or eight little disks. A small eagle globe and anchor system of her husband’s warrior cult and a few markings of human numbers completed the piece.

"Is that what this is? I’m guessing the little disks are ID tags of some kind?”

Jerry nods quietly. "Yeah, it's called a soldier's cross. Grew out of expedient field burials with the rifle, helmet, and one dog tag left to mark the location and identity of the body for the guys who'd come and exhume the fallen and take them to a more fitting final resting place. Hasn't happened like that in a long time in a lot of places on Earth thankfully. We've gotten a lot better at saving people for one."

"Mhmm. I can see that. You have a lot of scars on you."

"Yeah, you should see the other guy."

They chuckle together, both clearly enjoying the shared intimacy.

"All my ink's fresh. Healing comas are kind of a bitch like that... but sometimes I appreciate the fresh canvas." Ghorza offers. "Healed now, but new. Mostly belonging. Got a few for some of the girls that have died with me or under me. On my back, or I'd show you."

"I think I picked out what you mean. The bit with the knife right?"

Ghorza nods quietly. "Yep."

"Tell me about them sometime?"

"Yeah. I'd like that... not after sex though."

"Heh. No. Definitely not after sex."

Another communal chuckle as Jerry gently kisses Ghorza's neck.

"So. Ready for round three?"

Ghorza's eyes widened. "What? Three? What do you mean three? You were serious about that? I thought you were just talking dirty."

She can just see Jerry's lopsided grin out of the corner of her eye.

"Well yeah. I'm not anywhere close to done, and I have a lifetime of neglect to start making a dent on for you."

Jerry rolls up on his side and leans over, looking Ghorza deep in the eyes as he playfully bites her lower lip again.

"Sides. Someone wanted me to "give her my whelps" and that someone might not be pregnant just yet."

A dopey smile spreads across Ghorza’s face, even as a burning hot blush fills her cheeks, her entire body clearly heating up in an instant.

"Well... let's do something about that shall we?"