Nadi

"You expect me to talk?"

"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!"

Nadi giggles and snuggles in against Jerry's side as the confrontation with the villain plays out on screen. The old spy movies were cheesy, but a wonderful kind of cheesy that required very little localization for most people in the galaxy to enjoy. Nadi had selected movie night in her lair for date night. Her eggs were safely tucked away in their incubator, and a variety of monitoring systems would ensure that if the slightest change happened, she, Jerry, and a pediatric nurse would know about it in a picosecond.

She had been watching a lot of Bond movies recently, had been studying them for a fun way to engage with her husband's culture... and pick up some interesting ways to dress or seduce based on human culture. Nadi was patient, Nadi was kind, but Nadi had plans. She had a great many plans, even as she was happy to sacrifice for her family, and happier still to see that family grow in terms of wives. That didn't mean she wasn't going to compete for her husband's attention.

The silky high cut dress she was wearing, what Jerry told her was called a qipao, was part of that. Sure, on her short stack body it wasn't quite as amazing as the slender, leggy women that seemed to wear them in human content, but the way it hugged her curves rivaled the most clingy of body suits... and drew Jerry's eyes like a Cannidor to meat. Nadi resists smiling to herself as she strokes Jerry's chest idly. When he saw what she had on underneath this hot little number, she had no doubt she'd be getting everything he could give her for the rest of the night.

No one suspected Kohbs of much of anything nine times out of ten. They were beneath notice. Or just faded into the background. Nadi had no doubt that Undaunted Intelligence was going to make great use of her kind and the Gohbs. Small, everywhere, and usually in critical... but uninteresting trades. Nurses were important, but people didn't "think" about them. Mechanics were important, but lost in the background. Maid. Janitor. Secretary. Handmaiden. The list of the galaxy's scut work went on.

Even in the context of a marriage, of their marriage, as second wife Nadi had more authority by tradition than she bothered to try and enforce. It was easier to redirect the more energetic wives with little pushes and gentle guidance, pure soft power. Firi was her constant ally in this regard, the two women had quickly become fast friends. That both women were united in the desire to have very large families was just one more happy coincidence in their desire to play homemaker together. Even if it really was just play for Nadi, she was a doctor now after all.

In truth, while Firi was den mother, Nadi's ambitions were a bit more wide spread. She wanted to spread her family name far and wide. Not just for the sake of numerous children, and a big, healthy family, all of which delighted her, but also the chance to influence parts of the galaxy in her own small way. She would do that in the traditional way. While Kohbs moving around clanless had become so common as to no longer have a word in their native language, and it was indeed the situation Nadi herself had been born into, she desired a return to tradition. To found a new Kohb clan. It, and it's members would carry the name Bridger-Dan'los, her own surname, now retired in the human tradition, and it would have its first members hatched very soon.

Such clans owed allegiance to their matriarch, the woman or women who birthed their members. Males would generally marry into a newly formed clan ideally, and make it self-sustaining, and then it would generally take on a new, third name. The Bridger clan was unique in this regard, with the male taking a far more commanding role than was common in Kohb society. A patriarch.

Nadi titters to herself and nuzzles Jerry again. She really had lucked into the most wonderful mate. She could only imagine what her daughters would be like. Soon she would be matriarch, and Jerry couldn't begin to guess just how many daughters, and hopefully a son or three that Nadi would present him with over the decades.

Decades. The thought twigged something in Nadi's mind, a strange look on her husband's face in the labs earlier when he'd been discussing his procedure tomorrow, a healing coma. Normal for almost all the galaxy, but so very, very alien, and just a little scary for humans. It meant a lot to them. Eternal youth. Effective immortality. The very powers of the gods themselves now perfectly easily at hand. Much of the crew from the wider galaxy was having comas done now before they left port. The time was drawing near. While healing comas were perfectly available anywhere, and not even particularly resource intensive, being at your best for heading out into the black was a priority for many people.

"Are you worried about the healing coma?"

Jerry flinches at the words. "...A bit. Am I that obvious?"

Nadi climbs her husband a bit, gently kissing his cheek. "Not to anyone but me, maybe Syl. Kohbs are culturally and biologically primed to seek out hurt or disruption within our family, clan, and community. It's why so many of us end up in medicine. Biologists have described the Kohb community healing instinct as almost like a body reacting to damage, the whole coming together for the one. So tell me, dearest of my heart... what troubles you so?"

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"Fear of the unknown I suppose... I'm walking into a lot of weird things for humanity tomorrow. But it also has me asking questions about myself. My age. My experience. Am I really not good enough any more? That I really need to be younger? I feel like I should do this. I've been told I should do this, but am I really slowing down? I was wondering about it before the Dauntless came up. Aging. growing old. I had staved things off well enough by eating well and working out... but I ache more in the mornings. There's gray in my beard in some spots. It... I'm not sure what it is. Maybe I'm just facing up to the fact that I'm mortal. I thought I'd figured that out a long time ago, but apparently it never quite sank in the whole way."

"Mortality is nothing to be ashamed of. Even the Primal Nagasha and other near divine creatures are, in the end, mortal, no matter how long they may live. Your experience. Your age. Your survival. These things do you credit, especially in the extreme circumstances you found yourself in. Your age is not a liability my husband. Your revived youth however, will be a blessing. One thing being positive does not make the other a negative... and the true benefits of age, wisdom, experience, hard won through your life, will still be yours."

Nadi gently nibbles at Jerry's earlobe. "Besides, it's silly to worry about if you're too old. Too old for what? Is there anything at which you have failed? Or even stumbled? Even at your current age, which is quite young in galactic terms, you have fought all challengers to a standstill or outright defeated them. You've fathered a great many children..."

Jerry finds his hand drawn to Nadi's stomach, trim once again after the reptilian alien had laid her eggs.

"Mhmmm. Which I can certainly attest to. Virile, many would call you. A stud perhaps. And my what a stud you are."

Nadi's voice takes on a husky, breathy tone that most would not have imagined the petite lizard woman capable of that sends a shiver down Jerry's spine.

Nadi was normally upbeat and cheery in word and in deed, but something about her husband's insecurities had flipped her switch. She wanted to show him just what a beast of a man he was, whether his body was in his 50s, or in his 20s... and if she happened to get another clutch out of it... well, the more the merrier right? She did want a strong, healthy clan of Kohbs after all.

"Why, were I a pirate queen, I reckon I could stud you out to wealthy women and buy a solar system with the royalties from your seed." Nadi licks her lips lasciviously. "If I wanted to play honest, and not just build you a harem of the rich and powerful, making myself even more powerful in that way that is. That's how it normally works for sperm donations. Certain pheromones are removed, to save the woman the pain of separation from a mate she's never met or seen. A bond that never was. Or trouble for the man for that matter. Someone unscrupulous leaving those chemicals in could have the unmarried power players of a planet or even a star system or sector at her feet on their knees in the blink of an eye. It's not just the downtrodden that end up husbandless after all. The perception is less, but you'd be surprised how many women of power appear with a rented male escort, because a man "worthy" of their epicurean tastes hasn't arrived. Say what you will of Lady Ticanped, but until Admiral Cistern arrived, she never once pretended at having a husband or male suitor. Perhaps that displays her arrogance all the more? But that my dear is neither here, nor there..."

Nadi's tongue flicks against Jerry's neck, drawing more shivers as her hands run down his body. With practiced skill she seeks out all manner of places to touch him, getting his heart racing in a moment.

"I ah... appear to have been tricked."

"Not tricked, it's your own fault for flipping my switch, appearing so vulnerable for a moment. It makes me want to heal you. To remind you of what a grand male you are. Besides, I thought a movie or two and some steamy love making was a human tradition."

Nadi's fingers slide to the knots of rope holding her Qipao closed as she slides away from Jerry, slowly undoing the garment, making sure his eyes follow each and every one. The silk garment pops open, displaying mouth watering curves and soft, silky scales. All contained by a straining sling bikini that didn't even manage to preserve Nadi's modesty, instead making her curvy figure even lewder and more appealing than just being naked might have.

The skimpy little sling certainly has its intended effect on Jerry. Her husband leaning in and practically drooling over her barely covered and very erect nipples and visibly damp mound more than enough to draw a wicked smile from Nadi. Sweet she might be. Loving and a friend to all. But she was still a woman herself, and Nadi knew exactly how to get her man... and have her own needs met.

Perhaps it was instinct. Perhaps it was some base perversion of the need to reproduce, but for whatever reason, Nadi craved the idea of being bred over and over again. To be near constantly gravid with her lover's offspring. She would soothe her lover's heart, and tame the flames of need in her own body, in a single night of passion.

A beneficent balm soothes many wounds.

"I want you to put another clutch in me lover mine. Right here. Right now. On this couch. A last hurrah for this mature and handsome body... and then you can do it all over again within your new, revitalized form. Because whatever age your flesh is, my spirit, my heart, loves your spirit, and your heart... the desires of the flesh are servant to the desires of the spirit, and my spirit aches to feel you make me a mother once again."

"Ah... our first clutch hasn't even..."

"All the more reason to start on the second now. Or is that bulge in your trousers just your side arm?"

Jerry gives her a sheepish look. "I suppose not."

"See? Perfectly healthy... Now come give me more of your children."