I understand what she’s doing. Masturbation is not an unknown subject to Martians. I, myself, have engaged in this activity from time to time. Our genetic engineering has given us much greater control over our sexual expression, but we do seek release at appropriate moments.
Watching my match knead her own breast and pinch her nipple while bringing herself closer and closer to climax has an immediate effect on my body. My cock swells painfully between my legs and rises between the folds of my robe.
I grip my shaft and squeeze as I observe her, wet and dripping in the shower. I wish I knew what she was thinking. I pray she is thinking of me. I fear she is thinking of the boyfriend we found connected to her on her social media presence during our data scrape of Earth.
I refuse to think about my match’s past. She is mine now, and I will make her mine in every way. I stroke my cock slowly, gripping it in my powerful hand. I slide over the thick head, squeeze gently, and slide back down to the base.
I gasp at the pleasure, my eyes never leaving my match. Doris. Doris. I stroke harder and faster as I watch her, my body growing harder and tighter, thicker. I’m so close to ejaculating, my mouth drops open, and my eyes go wide.
Doris comes.
I groan wildly as my own orgasm throbs in my hands. Hot come shoots from the head, ejecting several feet into the air. I pant and lean back, wiping my hand on my robe. I watch Doris slip from the shower and wrap herself in a robe and towels before exiting the bathroom for the living room.
She makes a cup of tea and curls up on the couch with her computer pad. I tap a few keys on my own to find out what she’s reading. It’s a classic twentieth-century mystery. An interesting choice.
After washing up and dressing in loose, comfortable clothing, I sit down at my table with another glass of scotch and read everything I can about Doris’s history.
Something I overlooked when I first read her file was that her relationship with her boyfriend had just ended before the abduction. My heart bursts. Courting a woman who had left a man she loved would not be an easy proposition. But she had kicked him out of her life for cheating. What a fool. What kind of idiot would reject Doris Gray?
She is beautiful. Everything about her screams her fertility. My cock stiffens again at the thought. Aside from her beauty and perfectly round hips and breasts, she is also highly intelligent, creative, resourceful, and quirky—as she described herself on her social media.
To me, she couldn’t be more perfect. There is a growing need inside me to understand these new feelings, desires over which I have no control. Doris comes from the planet of my people’s origin, from the past that we have all but forgotten, and from a critical juncture in our evolution. A moment where everything went wrong.
I get the subtle sense that through understanding and loving her, I may be able to regain my own humanity in a way that would have otherwise been impossible. Not only does my body scream to claim her, but my heart, mind, and soul scream to know her–to allow her to teach me things that only she can.
I am a highly accomplished Martian, a decorated marine in the space fleet. One of the youngest captains in our history. Only one step away from Admiral. I graduated first in my class at the Academy. But for all my accomplishments and all the wealth they have brought, none of them compare to the future I can see glimmering ahead of me with Miss Doris Gray.
I close my tablet and rub my face with my hands. Even the release of masturbation has not loosened the tension in my head and shoulders. Not even the scotch can relax my anxiety and anticipation.
I leave my tablet in my quarters and take the elevator downstairs to my personal gym. I step on the treadmill, and the AI turns on the artificial reality that simulates running on the beach.
I could simply go run outside, but nighttime is falling, and I need the isolation of the gym.
I start the treadmill at five miles per hour and quickly boost it up to ten, then twelve, then twenty. My heart is chugging in my chest, and the landscape in my virtual reality flies by. Birds rise overhead, and the waves crash against the shore.
Mars is home to many reengineered creatures from Earth. Creatures whose genomes we carried with us to the red planet. We have created a sustainable ecosystem here that in many ways is a mirror image of the Earth we left behind.
Unlike humans, the other creatures of Mars have not lost their ability to reproduce. Perhaps we were too greedy. Perhaps we are being punished for the sin of playing God. But now that the Earthling females are here, now that Doris is here, perhaps we can find a way to repent for what we’ve done.
My legs burn, and my chest heaves as I push the treadmill up to thirty miles per hour. I am at the very edge of my capacity and can only run at that speed for a few minutes before I must slow down. Coming back to a reasonable walking speed of seven miles per hour, I take deep breaths and fill my lungs and cells with oxygen.
I consider my opportunity with Doris and what it represents not only for me but for the entire planet of Mars–for the entire human race.
12
Bethany is at my door before I’ve finished my first cup of coffee. I’m wearing a fluffy bathrobe with my hair up in a messy bun, and sleep is still in my eyes when the door opens to allow her inside.
Bethany is fully dressed in a modern suit with a pencil skirt that hugs her hips and a jacket that accentuates her ample bosom. Her hair is up in a French twist, and her eyes are bright with anticipation. She claps her hands together when she sees me.
“Let’s get started. You’re going to need a lot of work.”
I wave her away and tell the AI to close the door, moving back to my replicator to get more coffee. “It’s too early for this.”
“I’m surprised you aren’t ready by now. I thought you were looking forward to your date.”
“I am. But I’m a normal human being who needs time to get started in the morning.”
“Fair enough,” Bethany says as we sit together at my small dining table. “Do you know where he’s taking you?”
“Something about a restaurant with real food.” I take a long swig of coffee with cream and sugar.
“So, you’ll be leaving the bridal house.”
“I assume. Have you seen any real food restaurants in this building?”
“Well, no. But Madeline and I did explore yesterday evening. We went to the other wings and met the women there. Honestly, I think our group is taking the whole transition better than anyone else. Some of them were borderline psychotic.”
“It’s understandable. We’ve been through a lot.” I think of Jaxxo being matched with me. I might be awkward, old-fashioned, and nerdy, but at least I haven’t lost my ever-loving mind.
“There was one girl who was practically catatonic. She was curled up in the fetal position on her bed. The Martians have had to put her there. God knows how she’s using the bathroom. She isn’t connected to a catheter or an IV. I still don’t understand this Martian medical science. So, who knows?” Bethany threads her fingers together on the table as she delivers this information. I haven’t seen any of the other girls yet. During the time Bethany and Madeline were exploring the bridal house, I was curled up on the couch with tea and Agatha Christie.
With Bethany here, prepared to dress and style me for my upcoming date, a sharp sense of anticipation sinks in my gut. I wish that she’d leave me alone with my book and coffee so I don’t have to think about the date for a few more hours. Captain Jaxxo is the hottest, fittest man I have ever encountered, that’s for sure, but I don’t know if I’m up to the task of dating him.