---Marc's perspective---

"Hey, Ally? What're you thinking for lunch? I could… oh… Ally…" I say, having walked into our room and found the love of my life hanging upside down from a bar just below the ceiling by the window.

Her long, thick, white legs are bare all the way up to where her talons are wrapped around the railing.

Her alabaster wings are almost fully extended from her sides as she stares out of the window into the endlessness of space.

her torso is wrapped in a dark gray, sideless onepiece bodysuit that frames the curves of her bountiful bootay to absolute perfection.

Her jet black hair dangles below her head, exposing the ivory white skin at the nape of her neck.

As always, my Lady's a breathtaking sight… Nonetheless, my heart sinks.

I walk to wear she hangs and place my head right next to hers (something I'm never normally able to do, given our height differential!) looking out of the window with her.

"Heeeeey, Ally… What's up?" I ask.

"Nothing… I just don't have any appointments today, so I thought I'd spend some time in prayer." she answers, her voice flat.

"That sounds like it's not 'nothing' then?" I prompt.

My wife's religion isn't like my dad's was. It doesn't require or encourage regular prayer… Communing with her goddess is something she's only supposed to do in crisis.

Taking advantage of our heads being at the same height for once, I tenderly lean the left side of mine against the left side of hers, squashing her left ear flat against her skull, and ask "Babe, what's up?… It's about the vid?"

"Yes it's about the video!" she snaps, defensively "Not that you see any problem with me being a monster but I found revisiting that particular chapter of my life somewhat upsetting!!!"

In response, I wordlessly walk between her and the window, raise my eyebrow and give her a sympathetic smile.

She frowns "I'm sorry, Marc… I know that was uncalled for…"

"I get it, Ally!" I soothe "I can't imagine what that must have felt like!"

I reach for the back of her skull and gently pull her into a tender spiderman kiss, my eyes level with the top of her Adam's apple.

Our lips part and I look into her bottomless wells of eyes, asking "Brush?"

She swallows (fighting gravity) and nods "That would be nice, Marc, thank you…"

I smile and nod, walking over to the Victorian style vanity she bought (and I printed and assembled for her) after we got hired aboard.

I pick the ornate hairbrush up from where it lies on top and walk back to my Lady.

I bring a hand to her forehead, on the other side of her basketball sized skull, and the bristles to the hair line at the top (currently the bottom) of her neck.

I start brushing down and pull it along the length full of her hair.

Her modded, black hair is so sleek and silky that the brush passes through it and meets basically no resistance. Then again, the point isn't to groom her, it's to reassure her… to put her at ease.

"So, Ally… you wanna talk about it?"

She sighs "Not really…"

"That's cool! We don't have to…" I concede, immediately "…I'm perfectly happy to just brush your hair in silence."

Another sigh.

"…I probably should, though."

---Alchyinad's perspective---

The reflection of my husband's glow utterly drowns out the light of every star in the sky, as he brushes my hair behind me.

The halo of light he creates around the shadow of my head makes it a little difficult to gather my thoughts.

Eventually, I manage to find something to hook into to start "I'm a killer, Marc…"

"No you aren't, Ally…" he contradicts, kindly and with rare total sincerity.

Irritated, I answer "That wasn't a question, Marc! I've killed so many in my life that I've lost count! Not including bomber pilots who levelled cities, naval gunners who brought down ships and any one else whose role let them kill thousands at a time, I'm probably the soldier who took more Terran lives than any other in the War! I. am. a. killer!"

"No, you aren't." he contradicts again "If you had a client say they were a 'loser' and list off all the times they'd lost as evidence, what would you say to them? What about a client who said they were a cheater? They were a liar? A victim of fraud? A manipulative sex addict?"

I sigh "I'd say that it isn't healthy to exclusively define yourself by the worst things you've ever done or that have ever happened to you. You're a person, whole and entire, who may have lost, who may have cheated, who may have lied, who may have been taken in by fraudsters or manipulated partners but that's not all there is to you… I would, additionally, find away to point out that the fact that they feel guilty or ashamed about it in the present suggests that those actions are no longer representative of who they are, if they ever were…"

I here the feigned ignorance in his baritone voice as he responds "Huh!… So, the reason you aren't extending that courtesy to yourself is…?"

"Because… killing feels like it's in a different league to all of those things… like something for which I oughtn't to be so easily forgiven… like something for which the only people who could forgive me aren't around to do so anymore!"

"Do you think those kids would have hesitated to kill you in that battle if they'd had the opportunity?" he asks, using his therapy tone.

"No! I mean you saw them not hesitate to try! But there's a difference!"

"Yeah? What's the difference?" he prompts.

"It's that… they were defending themselves, their worlds, their people! I was attacking them, their worlds, their people!"

"And why were you attacking them?" asks the man with his hot hand on my forehead, running a brush through my hair.

"Because I was a soldier. Because I was ordered to. Because I believed they were the monsters!"

"That sounds very understandable… You were doing what you were told for a cause you had no reason to question."

"But I did have a reason to question it though, didn't I!… If having the ability to tear apart people of any other species made Terrans monsters, what would that make me and my sisters for having the ability to tear them apart so easily! What would it make the GU if we had successfully managed to genocide your people when our rationale for doing so was that you might do it to us first if we gave you the opportunity! We would have been every bit as bad as we were accusing you of being and worse still!"

"Ah, there it is… you're angry at yourself for not knowing better…"

"Yes!" I pout.

"Do you think that's reasonable?… Did anyone know better?" he poses.

"You did!" I retort.

He laughs "I wasn't even 2 when the War ended!"

"You know what I mean! The Terrans treated us like people after we'd given them every reason to think of us as monsters! We treated you like monsters despite you giving us no reason to think of you as anything but people!… And it isn't as if support for the War was universal! There were advocates for Peace on our side I could have listened to!"

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

He chuckles "You would have deserted the military on the word of a handful of politicians that your society almost universally condemned as delusional quacks? You would have listened to the one commentator in a thousand who says that it's perfectly fine to stick your hand in an alligator's mouth?"

"I wouldn't have and I didn't… but I should have!"

He gives a breathy laugh and pulls my head to rest against his front.

Kissing the back of my neck with his hot lips, he says "Alchyinad… Morticia to my Gomez, Lady D to my Ethan, Raven to my Beastboy and Marceline to my Bonnibel, you are many things… but you're not a killer… and you're not a monster!"

I chuckle "It's a little late to be workshopping alternate wedding vows, Marc(!)… Also, I know Marceline's the gothic one but I am definitely the Bubblegum in this relationship(!)"

"You're feeling better if you're able to quip, right?" he grins into my neck.

"I am… Stand back, I'm coming down."

---Marc's perspective---

I step away and to the side a few paces and watch as my wife unlocks her prehensile toes from the railing, doing half a backflip to go from upside down, facing out the window, to right side up, facing into the room.

She lands all 380lbs (or… err… 173kg!) of her voluptuous frame onto the balls of her feet, splaying her 12 forward facing talons and bending her knees to absorb the shock before coming down onto her halluces, which act as permanent high heels.

Her wings disappear as she folds them against the bottoms of her arms and turns herself to me.

With her standing up, my eyeline is only just level with the bottom of her stomach but she gets onto her knees and (still being too tall) bends her legs to bring herself to only one head taller than me, opening her arms in my direction.

I step forward to between her kneeling legs and wrap my arms under hers, her enormous pillowy chest enveloping my upper body as I kiss her cool lips and hold her close to me.

"I don't deserve you, Marc." she mutters.

"You're right, you don't… but you said your vows now, you're stuck with me regardless(!)" I grin back.

Her black eyes close as she does an involuntary, out of character giggle, her cool, fragrant breath billowing over my face.

She leans in for another brief kiss before saying "Marc, I'm not particularly hungry right now… would it be alright if we ate later?"

"No problem at all! I'm actually not that hungry either." I lie "What do you wanna do instead?"

She bares her shark teeth and says "Well, I don't really think I'm up for chasing you around the room, arms akimbo, rhythmically strutting to the beat of a bass boosted Busta Rhymes' 'Touch It', playing over the speakers, before granting you a 'death by snu snu' right now(!)… but what would you say to a snuggle session instead?"

I grin back "My Lady, nothing would give my heart greater joy!"

"Shirt off then, please!"

I chuckle and back away from the giant lady just enough to have space to lift my top over my head.

It's only halfway off before my bare chest is seized by two powerful arms and I'm lifted bodily into the air, my face and arms still tangled in clothing.

I'm dropped onto the bed and manage to get my shirt off just in time to see my Lady sliding off her onepiece over her shoulders.

Her beachball sized breast squash against the middle of my torso as she lies her crushing bulk on top of me.

Our heads are level but my feet stop around the middle of her thighs.

I wrap my arms over the top of her shoulders and the back of her neck, feeling her cool body sucking the heat out of my warm chest.

She sighs and asks "Do you think, when I die, I'm going to have to meet all those I killed, in the Cavern of the Nameless One? Do you think they're watching me, resenting that the one who took their lives is living her own without consequence?"

I puff "Ally, I'm no philosopher or theologian… I don't know if there is an afterlife, let alone if it would be in any kind of format that you and I could comprehend as mortals… but let me ask you this… do you think your goddess is the kind of lady who'd encourage the dead to spend decades or centuries of their hereafter stewing over people still alive? Think about the kind of lady who'd gather up everyone you'd ever killed to meet you off the boat in the afterlife and say 'There she is guys! Get her!'… That the kinda lady you worship?"

"I… suppose not…" she frowns.

"So… how would a lady worthy of your worship handle folks who died with unfinished business like that?" I prompt.

"Maybe… some kind of afterlife therapy programme to help them to come to terms with it?" she poses.

"That's funny! One of my clients told me about a very similar idea!" I chuckle, thinking of Tuun and her mums "It certainly sounds a lot healthier than letting them watch you and fester until the day you die and they get to dogpile you(!)… A little TLC for them to match what you're getting here in the land of the living!"

Her fulsome black lips part into a heartwarming smile.

"Speaking of which…" I smirk before leveraging myself against the bed to roll her onto her back and myself on top of her, making her yelp in surprise.

She may weigh nearly twice as much as me but, in half gravity, she's almost as easy to handle as if she were a slightly heavy Human lady, even though her body still has the exact same inertia as it would in Earth gravity.

"…what d'ya say to letting me take care of you right now?" I grin, kissing her.

"That… sounds good…" she answers.

---Alchyinad's perspective---

My blindingly bright husband stands, his legs needing to take a wide stance to fit my torso between them.

"There any part of you I'm not allowed to touch, my Lady?" he asks, respectfully.

"No… I'm all yours right now…" I smile back at the man who's too good for me.

He bares his flat, omnivorous teeth and hops to between my legs.

His hands move to the front of his pants, unbuttoning them and allowing his member to lunge forward.

The intensity of the light his body bathes the room in is increased as he slides his lowers over his legs, revealing more of his hot skin.

He kneels but doesn't insert himself, instead running the tips of his fingers up the insides of my thighs, leaving glowing trails over my skin.

Then he reaches over my sex to press his hands into my abdominals.

The hot handprints he leaves utterly conceal my weak, natural stripes of warmth variegation.

My breasts are a little out of his reach from where he is but, by his own admission, he's always been more of an 'ass man' anyway.

He likes to quip that one of the advantages of a partner more than a metre taller than him is that he barely has to crane his neck down to see the goods(!)

Sure enough, my buttocks are his next target and I feel his hands sink into my flesh and start to massage me.

His hot breath breaks against me as he brings his mouth to a noselength from my drenched pussy.

He stops to look up at me and I see him smile contentedly through the gap between my breasts.

"Have I ever told you just how lucky I am to have wifed up a smokeshow like you, Ally?" he asks, his deep voice soft and sensuous "My gothy Dommy Mommy from space Transylvania?"

I sigh and chuckle "Oh, I don't know… two, three times a day since the first night I brought you home(?)"

"That's no good… I'll try and make an effort to tell you that more often from now on(!) Now, though… let me show you…"

With that he brings his mouth to my lips and begins to passionately soul kiss it with a fervour that I've never seen anyone else match!

My thighs close around his small head but he doesn't allow that to distract him from his singular purpose in the slightest!

I reach out a four fingered hand (my wing fingers and membrane remaining folded against my arm) and place it tenderly on top of his head while his hot tongue licks my sex as if it were the most delectable thing he'd ever tasted!

His mouth works with a furious passion, splashing and spreading my juices all over his lower face, my lower stomach and the insides of my thighs.

The points of my talons start to sink into the flesh of his back for a moment before I consciously restrain myself.

He may be a masochist but I'm not feeling in a particularly sadistic mood.

I only want tenderness right now.

"Marc…?"

He stops immediately and turns his half cooled face up to respond "Yeah, Ally…?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Surprised, he asks "You sure, Ally?… I mean, normally…"

"This isn't 'normally', Marc… Fuck me like you're my equal, not my love slave… Fuck me like you think you might be able to get me pregnant… Fuck me like you love me, Marc!"

He grins "I do love you, Ally!"

"Then…" I smile, gesturing him up.

---Marc's perspective---

It feels slightly wrong to do it but I straighten my back to vertical beneath my wife.

Obviously, I know we're equals, I know all the talk of her being my Mistress and me her slave is just sexy fun and I know that sex as equals should be no problem… it just feels weird… like being shown into a fancy room full of folks in formal dress while I'm in a stained tee and sweatpants(!)

I hook my shoulders under her knees, her thighs being almost perfectly as long as the distance between my cock and the tops of my shoulders, and wrap an arm around to push my shaft level with her pussy.

I push my hips forward and hear her breathy gasp of pleasure as I enter my wife's cool, wet insides.

Clear, watery lubrication (displaced from the cavity I've just filled) sprays against the front of my pelvis.

At this point, light streams from behind me to my right and bathes the love of my life's chalk white tits in illumination.

She giggles.

"What?" I smile back.

"You're brighter! You're brighter than the whole planet!" she points with her left hand and I poke my head around her lustrously thicc thigh to see the planet of Graom-Wakhkort below.

"I'll have to take your word for that(!)" I mutter back, then without warning, pull most of my length from her before pushing it back in.

"Hnngh!" she squeaks, biting her bottom lip.

To take advantage of leverage in order for some extra traction, I place my right hand on top of her left knee by my right ear and my left hand at the crook of her right hip.

When I'm pulling back, I push with my left and pull with my right, when I'm thrusting forward, I relax my right and pull against the top of her right thigh with my left hand. It augments the movement of my core quite well…

My Vampire Queen's face sinks deeper and deeper into pleasure with my every motion.

The vacuum of her insides pulls desperately at me, trying in vain to obtain the seed that will never be able to naturally give her a child.

I wish more than anything that I actually could get her pregnant the old fashioned way… see her get fat with my kid and rub her belly hoping to feel them kick…

I think we're very much on the same page about hiring a tube together as soon as we get back to civilisation… I can't wait to be a dad to our kids!

"Mmmmph!" she shrieks through closed lips.

"Ough!!!" I moan, releasing inside her.

I push her legs aside and collapse against her firm abs.

My cock still inside her quivering pussy, I look up between Mts. Booba and ask "How…*hhh*… was that…*hhh*… Ally?…*hhh*… Believe…*hhh*… I love you(?)"

"Never…*huu*… in doubt!" she laughs, gently stroking the tops of my shoulders with her clawed hands "I am…*huu*… a little…*huu*… hungry, now though!"

I grin back "How about…*hhh*… bacon pancakes?"