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(c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive
comments. Enjoy.
Thanks to Homer Vargas and Denny for their insightful comments.
Posted 8/19/99, revised 1/22/2000.
Life Cycle of the Kaelen
Ellen Grode, Mission Commander
Dale Kendai, Mission Specialist
Part 1
Introduction
This is our initial report on the cultural and
anthropological investigation of the planet cataloged by Nikolai and
Kingsley (hereafter referred to as N/K) as "Island." They chose this
moniker based on the topology of the planet, consisting of many
thousands of islands ranging in area from a few square kilometers to
a few thousand square kilometers. N/K used the term "Kaelen" to
refer to an insect species they observed in close contact with the
humanoid (human) population. For reasons which will become clear in
this report, we refer to the planet, the people, and the insect
collectively as "Kaelen." When referring to individual insects, we
use the term "kaelen." While a linguistic anomaly, we will honor
native usage and use the single word "kaelen" to refer to the insects
in the singular, plural, or collective sense.
The reader is assumed to be familiar with N/K's orbital
survey report [1]. While the physical data reported therein is
accurate, the cultural and anthropological contents should be
dismissed as wild speculation. In their otherwise precise report
they comment that both they and their linguistic analysis artificial
intelligence had difficulty dealing with anomalies surrounding the
kaelen and their role in (human) society. Indeed, they chose to
treat the kaelen as pets of the humans, in the face of many
linguistic and cultural clues to the contrary.
The kaelen
The kaelen seemingly fill the common insect niche in the
planetary ecology. While the kaelen have four legs rather than six
as in insects on many systems, they share enough common traits with
traditional arthropods, such as a chitinous exoskeleton, three main
body parts, compound eyes, etc., that we classify them as equivalents
to the traditional class Insecta. As we learned however, they are
far more than mere insects.
N/K identified a number of characteristics distinctive to the
kaelen. First are the large, feather-like antennae, which can be
half as long as the insect's body. Second is the large ribbed
abdomen. Third, and most puzzling to many, was the fact the kaelen
observed seemed to all be male. While the number of individuals
sampled by N/K was of necessity (and thankfully) small, all were
genetic males. Adult males average about twelve inches in length;
juvenile males average from eight to ten inches in length.
N/K speculated, as have many xenoentomologists, on the role
of the large feathered antennae. They are indeed sensory organs of
breathtaking sensitivity and versatility.
In their report, N/K speculated that the kaelen could detect
the probe fields projected from their survey ship onto the planetary
surface below. N/K were taken to task by many for this, with the
repeated argument that since even wide band probe fields represent
incursions only a few centimeters in diameter, and sample such a low
percentage of the energy at the probe interface, that they are
virtually undetectable. We demonstrated the kaelen can and do detect
probe fields, and do so in calm meteorological conditions from meters
away. This is why we have so few close-up wide band recordings,
having to make do with biometric recordings made from our own ears
and eyes.
Initial Survey Steps
Our ten month subspace journey from Survey Outpost 12 to the
planet was uneventful and yet insightful. It gave us time to study
in detail all the data recorded by N/K's initial orbital survey,
adapt to the target environment, and practice language skills.
We entered a standard synchronous orbit above the planet. No
artificial radiation sources were detected over a 48 hour scan, so
probe fields were projected onto the planet surface. Initial
readings from the target area were used to refine our environmental
simulation of the planetary surface in the ship's exercise and
recreation deck, so we could improve our environmental accommodation.
Of particular interest to us was developing melanin levels sufficient
to tolerate exposure to the local sun. Put bluntly, we had to work
on our tans as the people of the planet are mostly nude in tropical
conditions. The Polynesian heritage we shared, and which helped
select us for this study, gave us a good start.
We should mention a bit more on our selection for this
mission. As usual, we were selected by the Survey AI and offered
this mission. We eagerly accepted. Our Polynesian heritage allowed
us to fit the physical characteristics of the native peoples with
only slight cosmetic alteration. Of vital importance was our
complete ease with insects. Finding a team with the requisite
linguistic and anthropological skills was not sufficient; what was
needed was a team who would not scream at insects this size crawling
on them, and living with them. As is also common with many survey
teams, Dale and I are husband and wife, and are amenable to the close
quarters and working relationships demanded by the long subspace
flight to the target planet, and the survey itself.
Based on our review of the N/K survey, we posed a number of
hypotheses. First, we assumed the kaelen's sensory apparatus was a
keen olfactory receptor. We would be coming in as outsiders, and
would smell different. We wished to minimize this difference as much
as possible. Second, we assumed the kaelen could probably sense our
probe fields, especially high bandwidth probe fields, and planned a
set of trials to test this hypothesis. We structured further plans
along the rejection or acceptance of this important hypothesis.
Following the agreed upon plan, we studied a small island
group a few thousand kilometers from where we would eventually make
planetfall. We made use of the ship's probe fields, tractor beams,
and replicators to provide us with native air, water, and food. This
allowed us to immerse ourselves in the native environment as much as
possible, and adapt to the climate, as well as food, drink, and
living conditions. Weaning ourselves from modern sanitary facilities
and learning to use and live with chamber pots was difficult.
We wished to use the probe fields in the standard way; making
audiovisual recordings of native interactions to enable us to study
not only linguistic structures, but also develop better cultural
models.
We initiated trials to determine if the kaelen could sense
probe fields. Experiments repeatedly showed that under calm
meteorological conditions an adult male kaelen could detect a wide
band probe field at a distance of 2.6 meters with a standard
deviation of .2 meters (n=126). Low bandwidth (sound only) probe
fields were detectable at a distance of 60 centimeters in calm
meteorological conditions (n=44). The kaelen became agitated at the
presence of probe fields, and attempted to make physical contact with
the probe fields. Post-trial analysis of the initial experiment
pointed to the largest variable in detection being meteorological --
the more unsettled the weather, the lower the probability of
detection. A quickly planned and run experiment pointed to local
atmospheric electrical activity, especially the presence of ions and
moisture, as reducing detection probability.
These results suggested we could use audio only probes in a
satisfactory manner, although not close-up, and high-level
audiovisual probes very rarely.
Using this approach, we studied a select group for a period
of three standard months. Our language skills increased, as would be
expected, but we had many difficulties with the shipboard AI
linguistic system, overruling it with increasing frequency.
After another month of mainly audio survey of our target group, we
initiated insertion onto the planetary surface.
Insertion is always critical, often times defining success or
failure of the overall survey. It is axiomatic in the Survey Service
that a survey mission of this nature is a mission for life, a life
which may turn out to be both short and unpleasant, as every Survey
student learns from studying the records of the infamous
Ballou/Martin expedition.
Since the planet is technologically primitive, conditions
effectively required that we be inserted totally devoid of detectable
artificial instrumentalities. We would land on our island in a boat
replicated from one used at our study site some thousands of
kilometers away, and we would land naked. We planned to make
planetfall and insertion along the edge of a seasonal storm; this
would provide enough disturbances for probe and effector fields to be
used without risking detection. Once landfall was made, we would
rely only on our own biometric relays sending what we experienced
through our ears and eyes back to the ship.
Given the kaelen's proven sensitivity to probe fields, we
were initially concerned about our own implants, but quickly
concluded we couldn't do anything about them. We each had the
standard biometric monitoring and relay equipment: power pack and
main node in the right femur, link package behind the breastbone, and
the usual interface nodes along the spine and in the skull. If these
proved to be a difficulty, we'd have no choice but to abort the
mission.
In planning insertion, we gave our ship's AI leeway in
guiding us through the storm system; we were to be delivered to the
target island without serious injury.
While we thought our instructions to the AI clear, in
retrospect we neglected to consider the latitude given the AI, and
the seemingly wry sense of humor it used in interpreting our
instructions. We suggest this topic would be a fertile field of
study, and one of substantial interest to future survey teams.
The remainder of this report is written from the perspective
of Mission Commander Grode. Mission Specialist Kendai concurs with
this report, and will file a separate report in the future dealing
with his specialty, planetary ecology.
While some may decry the reporting style, and we can hear
them already over the light years wondering where we were at Survey
when they taught us to write objective reports, we respond with the
comment made by Martin in a similar situation: Life is subjective.
Similarly, some may decry the intense sexual content of this report.
Indeed, many who knew us closely at Survey may find it difficult to
believe. That's life.
Insertion and First Contact
I thought I had been clear and concise with the AI. We would
be tractored down through the atmosphere to our sail craft. Both
Dale and I have substantial experience sailing small craft. The AI
would use ship's sensors and effectors to guide us along the edge of
the storm for two days, then deliver us onto the target landfall
without serious injury. The goal was to simulate a craft taken
greatly off course by a storm. Emergency extraction would take place
up to the point of landfall if and only if our lives were threatened.
Our target island was midsize, with a population of about
four hundred split among three main villages. The area and village
we chose had a number of fresh water ponds, waterfalls, and areas
with deliberately cultivated crops. As is common in these societies,
dwellings are small huts, some clustered, and some spaced out.
The bloody AI put us through two and a half days of hell
before dumping us shipwrecked on a beach just before local sunset.
Countless times we fully expected to feel the tingle of effector
fields surrounding us and pulling us from the edge of death.
Evidently "serious injury" to our AI did not include being
half-drowned, battered, bruised, and exhausted -- physically,
mentally, emotionally. I was almost overjoyed at being slammed by
the surf face first into the sand of that beach.
Dale and I huddled together for a while, still lashed by wind and
sea. We were pulled up onto shore by a group of males in a fishing
party. As recounted by N/K, nets are used to catch fish. As they
pulled us up to safety on the shore, we saw our small boat in pieces
on the coral reef and along the shore.
We knew we'd be identified as outsiders, but our studies so
far indicated that strangers were welcomed. We'd deliberately
immersed ourselves in a slightly different dialect -- one which would
allow us to communicate, but would still identify us as
not-from-here. This is an important survey guideline: don't try to
be what you're not; you can't fool natives.
We were questioned briefly by one of the men. Since the
societal structure is uniformly matriarchal over all the areas
surveyed both by us and by N/K, I answered. This was a good plan, as
Dale had swallowed a large amount of seawater. As he was being
moved, he vomited up this seawater, which contained a couple of small
fish, and lost consciousness. I quickly verified his vital signs;
once we hit the beach emergency extraction was cancelled. The ship
confirmed that he was merely unconscious, and unharmed. He was
battered, bruised, and half drowned, but to the damned AI he was
unharmed.
We were brought to a small covered area on the outskirts of
the village, well sheltered from the storm that continued around us.
We waited there for some period of time. I was still so shaken that
I didn't consult my retinal chronometer.
Our reception committee was startling. We'd speculated at
the reception outsiders would receive. Certainly it would be armed
men, concerned about protecting the security of their people and
lands from possible marauders. But we were approached by a group of
eight women, with a larger group of women behind them.
The eight who approached us were older women. They were not
the oldest, as we could see one or two obviously older women in the
second group. But these women were certainly among the elders of the
village. More striking was the fact that each of these women had
many kaelen riding on her, at least two or three per woman. One
woman must have had six or seven; two were old kaelen, and the rest
were smaller, younger individuals. As the xenoentomologists
suggested, the age of an individual kaelen is easily estimated by
size and by the characteristic sheen of the exoskeleton. Older
individuals take on a smooth almost gemlike glow.
The kaelen were riding on their shoulders, hanging from the
woven skirts that are the only clothing worn by both sexes, or on top
of their heads in the case of smaller kaelen. The women circled
around us. That's when I noticed the noises the kaelen were making.
I detected a few different noises. For a moment the women just
squatted around us, touching us gently, asking us if we were injured.
A couple of the mid-sized kaelen hopped down from their
carriers and came to us. Dale was still not quite with it. I
watched as a young kaelen, perhaps nine inches long, brushed his leg
with its antennae, then walked up his body and up to his head.
I felt a brushing sensation on my side, and felt one walking
up to sit on my shoulder. Its legs felt slightly sharp, as if
barbed, but not painful, very similar to the simulations we'd trained
with.
As they did this it hit me; we were alive. We'd made
planetfall, and survived not only the storm, but also our damned AI.
I was able to relax for the first time in days. I was hungry, sore,
and tired. Now I could relax, and relax I did, for I was exhausted.
One of the women asked our names. We'd decided on local
sounding names taken from our sample group, but when she asked me, I
said, "Ellen." I pointed to Dale and said, "This is Dale, my
husband." She smiled and asked, "You are not from here?" She had a
wonderful warm smile. I knew we were safe. I told her we were from
far away and had been caught by the storm.
She gave us another warm smile. She told us we would be
taken to a hut where we could rest and recover; there would be time
for more talk in the morning.
Three men carried Dale. Two women helped me walk to the hut.
I was so tired, yet felt kinship, compassion, and safety. They
helped us into the hut. There inside were the typical woven mats.
Two sets of gourds were by the entrance: one set containing a mixture
of water and fruit juice for us, the other set to be used as chamber
pots for waste.
As they helped us to the mats, I noticed a number of kaelen
climbing up the inside of the hut. I straightened Dale out, moving
him to a traditional rescue position on his side, in case he was to
vomit up more water. One of the other women helped me lie down next
to him. She told me, "He will be fine. You are safe." She held my
hand gently, looking down on me. It seemed as if she made a gentle
clicking noise a few times. I noticed the kaelen were making noise
again as well. She told me "You are safe. Now you should rest, just
rest." It felt so good to be lying down again. I was so relaxed; I
felt so comforted now. She let my hand down near my side and got up
slowly. It seemed as if the kaelen's clicking slowed down after she
left. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, and drifted to sleep.
First Days
To acclimatize ourselves, we'd been sleeping on similar mats
on our ship for the last almost five months; it hadn't been easy.
Still, when I woke in the morning, I couldn't remember a night when
I'd slept better. I looked up and saw our kaelen committee still in
the top of the hut. I rolled over and looked at Dale. He was
sleeping soundly. My retinal chronometer showed it was a little
after seven in the morning local time. I made an inquiry to the
ship; both our vitals were nominal, which is to say I was hungry from
not eating for two days. I sat up and used my chamber pot (something
else we'd practiced for months), then had some water and juice. It
was delicious.
Dale stirred. I greeted him in the local language. We
talked briefly; he felt much better, although hungry and sore as
well. We heard some motion outside the hut momentarily.
He used the chamber pot and we shared the rest of the water.
As we did so, our kaelen chorus started in again.
We smiled at each other; it was good to be alive. "What
should we do while we wait?" I asked him with a smile. He evidently
shared my idea, as he moved over and we kissed.
We've been lovers for years, as are similar survey teams.
Still, there was something special, something more fulfilling, more
exciting, about our lovemaking that morning. He caressed my nipples
for a while, then slipped inside me as I drew my legs up.
Possibly it was the excitement and relief of just being
alive, but I came with a suddenness and intensity that surprised me.
He followed soon after.
As we lay there together afterwards, to our chorus singing a
slightly different tune, he looked at me and said something he said
rarely. It's something I longed to hear, something every woman longs
to hear. He said, "I love you," and he said it with a strength and
emotion I'd never heard from him before.
I knew he said it from his heart. I held him to me and told
him, "I know. I love you, oh I love you."
We held each other for a while, until a voice from outside
the hut said, "Would you like to talk?"
Custom held that we put on our skirts and invite the person
in. We did so.
We were joined by two of the older women from our group last
night. Each woman had two or three kaelen, all older adults. They
joined in the song of their kin in the thatch of the hut.
One asked, "Did you sleep well?"
I smiled and said, "Better than in a long time."
"You are from far away," she said, her face, her voice, her
person radiating calm.
I sighed a little. Their language didn't have the words or
the concepts for how far away. "Yes, very far."
"Why have you come here?" she asked simply.
This was the big question. We'd planned and modeled how to
answer. But I threw our planning aside and said, "We wish to live
with you and learn your ways." I guess that's the simplest way to
describe what a cultural anthropologist and a planetary ecologist do.
"Why?" she said.
I thought of all the data we'd reviewed. All the
speculations of both others and ourselves we'd discussed. All the
anomalies. It was such a peaceful place.
I looked in her eyes and said, "You have something special
here. We want to learn it, live it." That's what we wanted to do;
live with them, live as they did.
She smiled and nodded her head. She looked at her companion,
who looked a bit older, as did her kaelen. She too nodded and smiled.
Our questioner extended her hands to me. "You are welcome
here. You must be hungry."
Dale and I laughed. "Yes, we are."
The hut was crowded with the four of us. The two women left
first; Dale followed me out. Others were waiting outside and helped
us stand. As was Dale, I was a little wobbly from the intensity of
recent events -- either our raft ordeal, or our lovemaking.
The others looked expectantly at the older of the two women.
She turned to them and said, "They are from far away. They are here
to learn from us. They are welcome as family."
That generated some noise from the crowd of twenty or more of
both sexes and all ages. We received hugs from the adults. The
women hugged me. Dale got hugs from both men and women. I noticed a
number of the women seemed to be sizing him up. As our hosts started
walking to another area, I took his hand and tucked it into the back
of my skirt, pulling him along in the manner traditional for a wife
to take her husband. I heard some noises of surprise from women
behind me. I didn't look back, but it seemed the women giving him
the eye didn't have kaelen with them. Neither did I. That was the
first time I hypothesized kaelen were an indication of bonding, of
marriage.
We went to a central clearing and sat with a slightly larger
group of men and women. There we were presented with more drink, and
the wonderful bread that forms the staple of their diet.
This bread was only briefly mentioned by N/K, but plays a
vital role in both the culture and our understanding of it.
It is made from two different cultivated roots. The roots
are skinned, washed, then mashed. This is done separately. Either
root alone is not palatable. But when mixed together in the proper
proportions and baked, a wonderful product results.
The mixing, kneading, and baking is a major task of the women
during the day. It took days for me to learn to get it right.
Cooking this bread is a process between baking and steaming. A
smoky, steamy fire is built in a hut similar to the ones used as
dwellings. The dough is placed on sticks suspended above and around
the hot steam to cook. Other things may be added besides the two
roots, and cooking time varies from a few hours to a day.
The result is light but filling. Shipboard analysis showed
it to be almost nutritionally complete. With a little fish and some
fruit, a complete if somewhat bland diet is obtained.
One of the kaelen-less women sat near Dale and offered him
some bread. Our studies prevailed though, and he respectfully
declined her offer (she was quite beautiful) and turned to me. I
broke a piece off the chunk given me and offered it to him. He took
it, kissing my hand, as was the ritual we'd seen and practiced.
I heard an audible sigh of despair, followed by young female laughter.
As we ate, we were quizzed again about our arrival and
passage through the storm. As I had last night, I told them we were
from far away, and didn't know where we were. We had been carried
for the storm for at least two days, and wrecked here. Everyone but
Dale found the story of his regurgitating two live fish quite
humorous. He was asked questions, and answered politely.
After a bit the group started separating for their daily
tasks. We were told we should rest for a couple of days before
joining in with the work. The men spend the days fishing, collecting
fruit, collecting and preparing wood for fires, and cultivating
crops. The women spend the day raising the young, weaving and
mending nets and clothing, preparing breadand other meals.
One young woman was assigned to us as a guide. She called
herself Dina. She was short, perhaps a head shorter than me, with
thick black hair. Her posture was gorgeous, as was the way her hips
and breasts swayed as she walked. She had three kaelen riding with
her. I though I remembered her in the group with the eldest of the
women from last night, but wasn't sure.
The village area she showed us was well planned and looked
very stable. This was one of the puzzles. How could you have such
stability in an island-style culture with no metal tools? They
cultivated crops; they were beyond mere hunter/gatherer or
slash-and-burn agriculture. They were practicing methodical
cultivation. Raiding, piracy, warfare seemed unknown. We had yet to
find linguistic equivalents for many of our so-called advanced
society's more brutal traits.
We visited an area of huts near the freshwater pools. The
first pool we visited was large and open to all, and used for
swimming and bathing. The second was smaller and more remote. It
was obviously for more ceremonial uses, but those weren't spelled
out. Along the edge of this area was a spot where it seemed huts had
occasionally been burned to the ground. Could it be possible there
was violence in this society after all?
We returned to the larger fresh water pond and took the time
to bathe and relax. We could tell many eyes were upon us. The only
other couples there were ones with small children. These women left
their kaelen with the children while going into the water, or left
the kaelen on the bank while going in with the kids. I started
noticing that the vast majority of women having kaelen had only one;
those with more than one were treated with great respect, and most of
these seemed to be older. Our Dina seemed to be an exception to the
rule.
Knowing open displays of affection are common in the society,
and seeing some in other parts of the pond, I pulled Dale to me and
kissed him near the edge of a small waterfall. My motive was to show
the other women he was mine. I became quite distracted in his strong
arms though.
We headed back for a light lunch of more bread and fruit.
Dina suggested we might like to nap, and thinking of his holding me
earlier, I agreed. We returned to the hut in which we'd spent the
night. As we took off our skirts we heard the skittering of three or
four kaelen climbing up the inside of the hut. We lay down and
snuggled together. I definitely had other ideas, but with our chorus
making noise above us again, we quickly fell asleep.
Dinner included some cooked fish. Afterwards we retired
early. To the accompaniment of our chorus, we made passionate love.
I spread Dale on his back and sat on top of him, rocking us to
ecstasy. After incredible orgasms for both of us, including one of
the few times in my life I'd had multiple orgasms from intercourse
alone, we snuggled together. I drew him to my breast and held him
there, feeling him sucking gently, as we went to sleep to our chorus.
We were given one more day of slack before being put to work.
Dina showed us the different areas of the village and helped us
choose a hut. We were located in an interesting area, bordering the
elders' area and that of the young married people. We were accepted,
but still different. The evidently unmarried women, those without
kaelen, were becoming more sure that Dale was attached, even though
we didn't fit their model.
I first worked alongside a group of women of mixed ages, from
teens to probably forties, preparing bread. It took a few days
before I learned the right consistency and the right mixture; it was
a matter of feel and of taste.
Poor Dale had a harder time of it. While he was a little
taller than most of the natives, and about the same weight; he was
much more muscular. He wasn't nimble enough to climb trees, and
while he was strong enough to pull nets, his hands were still soft.
So he ended up working in the fields. He'd come back in the evening
tired and sore. We'd wash, eat, and collapse in our hut, rarely
failing to make passionate love, and going to sleep. We always
seemed to have one or more kaelen in our hut at night. I quickly
learned to love holding him to me, suckling him gently, going to
sleep awash in a contentment I had never known before.
To my delight, Dale's work was interrupted by storms; as we
knew, this was the stormy part of the year. In those times we'd
spend more time in our huts. So did the kaelen; we had more visitors
during the storms, and more time for even more passionate lovemaking.
Questions
We knew from our studies the society was matriarchal. The
governing group (you couldn't say ruling group, not only because the
term wasn't applicable, but because the term didn't exist in their
language) was of women of mixed ages. The common factor seemed to be
that they each had more than one kaelen. A couple of the women had
many. With these women, two of the kaelen at least were older
individuals seemingly of the same age; some had three. A few women,
older widows, carried their old companions and a bunch of younger,
smaller males, distinguishable not only by the difference in size,
but also by the gem-like sheen the older males acquire.
So the governing group was identified by the multiplicity of
kaelen. Now, is this cause or effect? There were a lot of questions
I wanted to ask, such as that one, and some basics such as the life
span of a kaelen, but we'd recognized there were quite a few
linguistic taboos surrounding them.
One of the anomalies pointed out by N/K dealt with a set of
ritual questions and answers. If this is a matriarchal society, why
is the answer to the ritual question, "Who brings us life?" the
phrase, "He does." And the same answer to the question, "Who brings
us peace?" N/K and commentators aside, it didn't feel like deity
worship to me.
It is also axiomatic that any stable system consists of a
gain element and a control element. Part of the energy of the system
is diverted to control, to feedback, providing stability. How does
that model apply here? It's strange that this thought came to me
only a few days after planetfall. Something in me obviously found it
important.
Our lovemaking since planetfall had been glorious. I've
never before been so completely satisfied, and satisfied so often.
One issue we had to address was oral sex: Dale going down on me. He
really loves it, and so do I. Before arriving on planet, in years
past, he would lie between my legs, bringing me to orgasm before we'd
have intercourse. We learned in orbit that the size of the huts,
native gravity, and the so-called bedding wouldn't permit that, at
least not with ease or comfort.
Of course we found an alternate solution while in orbit.
Dale would lie on his back and I'd straddle his head. He'd eat me to
delirium, and when I couldn't take any more, I'd impale myself on
him. It was a true win-win solution, even if I did occasionally
shake the hut a bit while holding on.
A few weeks after planetfall, we had an even more spectacular
evening of lovemaking. Sometimes I'd be joined by a kaelen during
the day. Sometimes so would Dale. While this was not the norm, we
saw it in others as well. It wasn't uncommon especially in teenagers
to see them with a kaelen accompanying them for a day or two.
That observation started pointing out another pattern to me.
Kaelen were carried almost exclusively by women. Teenage women
carried them. Then women in their late teens did not, unless they
were married. Why the gap? Sometimes we'd see boys or men with
them, but usually only for a few days.
Back to that evening though; I'd had a kaelen join me as soon
as I awoke in the morning, scampering from one of the older women to
my shoulder as soon as we arrived for the morning meal. I seemed to
be thirsty and hungry all day, yet lethargic. When I met Dale on his
return in the afternoon, he was quickly joined by a kaelen. He was
surprised and pleased; we both liked the bugs. We liked the way they
sang to us at night.
We both hurried through the evening meal. Shortly after the end of
the meal, we were both itchy. With perhaps unseemly haste, I tucked
his busy hand in my skirt and headed to our hut. I scarcely got him
inside before we were grabbing at each other. We'd become accustomed
to lovemaking with me on top; I think he enjoyed it more. He seemed
to lose himself in our lovemaking more than in the past; he was much
more passionate, much less reserved. But that night, even though I
was so horny, even though I needed him so much, I just had to lie
down.
He was an animal, a very passionate animal. Even thinking
back to our early days together at the Academy, I have trouble
remembering when we made love as many times in a night. I lost track
of how many times I came, how many times he came inside me. I was
lost in a delirious fog. We'd finish, I'd start to hold him to me,
and after a few minutes he was ready to go again. He seemed
possessed.
We slept for short periods, or at least I did, and we carried
on into the day. We missed breakfast, but anonymous hands left us
fruit and bread in the morning. All I wanted to do was lie on my
back and have him inside me.
We stumbled out of our hut for lunch, and ate heartily. The
younger people smiled, but kept their distance. Sometime during
lunch the kaelen that had been accompanying us left, to be replaced
by different individuals. When we walked back to our hut, anything
but siesta on our minds, we each had one on our shoulders.
We made passionate love again, two or three times I think. I
was lost in that haze again. Then we slept. We struggled to get up
for the evening meal, and went back to the hut afterwards. I was
sore and Dale was acting delirious. I don't know if I expected,
wanted, or feared we'd be at it again. Instead, we cuddled up and
went to sleep under our usual chorus.
Other than both of us being sore the next day or so, it was
as if nothing had happened as far as the rest of the village was
concerned.
A while after that, I got my second period since arriving in
orbit. During the long journey whispering beneath the stars,
menstrual periods are suppressed. While I resumed my normal cycle
prior to planetfall, I was still being medicated by the ship with a
contraceptive.
My periods are rough for the first couple of days. I'm
tender, my bottom hurts. In this society, a woman spends the days of
her period in one of a group of huts around the small pond. There's
an area set aside for them to wash.
Dina seemed to know the morning my period was due to start.
As she led me to one of the huts after breakfast, I checked the
chronometer; yes I was due. I spent only two days in a small hut,
with food and drink brought to me by one of the younger girls. I
slept and dreamed most of the time. I was a little surprised when a
girl brought my food; I thought usually the husbands did that. I
slept a lot, and surprisingly, my period was mostly over on the third
day and had been easier than any I could remember.
Being reunited with Dale was also glorious; he really missed
me and I let him show me just how much. That night after he ate me
and then I rode us both to delirium, he held me so close, suckling
hungrily as we went to sleep in each other's arms.
[1] http://www.very.net/nikolai/erotica/pheromoa.htm
END of Part 1
Life Cycle of the Kaelen
by artie@netgate.net
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