Quaranteam 808 State Ch 12 13

Author's Note:

My humble apologies to you, readers, again, for the issues with the text message exchanges in the previous submission. After consideration, I'm going to submit an EDIT version of Chapters 10 & 11, once I've got the formatting nailed down correctly. Again, as I've noted in response to Comments on previous submittals, the well-documented formatting options on Lit are minimal, and the "hidden" formatting options are... Well, less-well documented. And Literotica has changed what is and isn't allowed over the years, which is why some older stories have formatting features that no longer exist (and in some cases are themselves broken by site updates). That's kinda why the hidden options are hidden, I think? And sometimes, even when you

think

you're doing what other people did, it goes awry. Finally, the Previewer isn't WYSIWYG, so while something may LOOK perfect during the preview, it may get rejected after submission, or, worse yet (what happened with QT-808: 10-11) it may get published but stay all hamajang. Trial and error is the only way to find out.

Mahalo nui loa, to CorruptingPower (Devin McTaggert) for allowing me to play in his universe. And mahalo to the other spin-off writers and beta readers! I'd also like to publicly welcome Percheron, author of Quaranteam: Aotearoa, to the group — he's been quietly, patiently, waiting for the release of QT: Book 2, Ch 14, where the tragedy in New Zealand unfolded. And, let me tell you, the rest of the Writer's Group was rather less patiently awaiting the same thing. E Percheron, me ke aloha a hoʻomaikaʻi ʻana! (Greetings and congratulations to you!)

I can't say enough good things about the other spin-off writers — please go read their works if you haven't already. Their initial feedback is what first encouraged me to keep writing beyond Chapter 9, and your feedback, dear readers, encourages me even more!

Chapter 12

July 12, 2020 — after midnight

Evelyn woke up and was startled for a moment at being in an unfamiliar room. The young woman then relaxed as her mind, being slightly less willing than her body to crawl out of the comforts of Nod, fuzzily supplied the events of yesterday.

"Oh! Oh." Evelyn smiled as she replayed the events of yesterday in her mind. Particularly the last few minutes before she lost consciousness. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she heard the quiet snoring and noticed the slumbering shape in the comfy chair in the corner of the room.

"Mal," she murmured quietly, not sure if she was trying to wake him or just wanted to feel his name on her lips again. Her mouth and throat felt dry and she noticed the water bottle on the nightstand nearest her. After guzzling most of the bottle, Evelyn realized she was still undressed and looked around for her clothes. Someone — obviously Mal or Gwen had picked them up and hung them from hangers on the room's dressing rack. Evelyn looked around for her duffel with her clean clothing, spotting it in front of the dresser.

The young woman slipped quietly from the bed, not wanting to wake Mal yet, and went to her duffel. To her surprise and concern, it had been unzipped, but when she opened it up, the first thing she found was a pair of neatly folded men's T-shirts on top of her undisturbed clothes. And a note.

Evelyn looked at Mal sleeping in the chair, and, deciding to read the note first, moved — still undressed — closer to the room's nightlight and began to read.

Evelyn,

Please come to the studio when you're able to after you wake up. Without Mal! We need to talk, and I can't focus if he's around me.

The shirts are some of Mal's. I don't know if you're into that sort of thing, but I figured I'd give you the opportunity and let you decide. The shirt with the pie chart is supposed to be a joke about how to get an engineer's attention, but it seems like the truth as far as Mal is concerned. The other one has a well known saying from Star Wars — one of Mal's favorite sets of movies.

My apologies if you don't like either, and in no way am I expecting you to wear one of them. I did not think to discuss it with you yesterday before you and Mal bonded — the vaccine is quite distracting, as you are aware.

Don't worry about bothering or waking me, as I am most uncomfortable and expect that I will not be able to sleep. Your distraction will be appreciated.

Evelyn finished the note, then looked over at Mal again. She wanted to wake him up — actually, she wanted to do a LOT more than just wake him up.

But Gwen was on a clock as well. The orientation had been VERY clear on that — until a vaccinated woman was able to bond with her partner, she would become more and more aroused, finding it harder and harder to focus. And Gwen had been — in her own way — very kind to Evelyn.

*****

Yesterday (July 11, 2020) — Zoom chat between Evelyn and Gwen

When Mrs. Pilchard had said she wanted to have a private conversation with Evelyn, the young woman worried that the older one would be angry, or demanding, with all sorts of conditions and concessions from Evelyn required to get her agreement... Evelyn imagined all sorts of wild restrictions, and braced herself for that discussion, but after telling Evelyn to drop the Mr. and Mrs. Pilchard, Gwen's first question was to ask how Evelyn was feeling.

Evelyn ended up pouring out her heart to Gwen, how alone and afraid she felt, how overwhelmed, and how worried she was that she would be the Kopua who lost the ranch.

Her father had always told stories about how every generation, some larger ranch — usually Parker — had tried to bully them into selling — once even going so far as to buy or rent or (legend had it) disable every cattle trailer on the Windward side of the island to prevent Evelyn's dad from getting his cattle to the boat. At that time, most of the ranchers still had to ship their beef cattle off island for finishing and processing.

Gwen had listened sympathetically, and then asked if Evelyn was really sure there wasn't someone else she could think of that she'd be more comfortable with, now that she'd had time to consider it after the military people had left her apartment.

Evelyn got worried again, thinking Gwen was preparing to refuse and let her down easily, but she answered truthfully that she'd tried — considering former classmates outside the ones Lieutenant Knox had presented — ones she recalled from her General Education courses, other ranching families she knew, or even people in the Native Hawaiian movement or the larger Hawaiian diaspora.

Ultimately, what it came down to was that she didn't know if any of them were even still alive, or if she could rely upon them, or in some cases, even trust them.

"But Mal," she had explained to Gwen, "He inconvenienced himself to help me, even though I certainly didn't deserve it after the way I'd acted. I was a bitch, Gwen. I'm sorry. Even if I didn't know anything else about Malcolm Pilchard, that act of kindness set him apart."

Gwen gave a soft, non-committal, "Uh-huh," which spurred Evelyn to continue.

"But that's

not

all I know about him — he's a great dad to Kat and a loving husband to you — whenever you came up in conversation I could see how much he adores you!"

"And you want some of that for yourself and your future children? Some of my husband's care, attention, and affection?" Gwen's tone made it clear this was NOT a rhetorical question- it demanded a response.

Evelyn was taken aback by the sudden confrontational shift in the older woman's tone.

*Here it is. This is where the demands come in. You can do this Evelyn.*

"Uh. Well, I hope he'll be as good a dad to any children he and I have as he is for Katherine. That is assuming you agree to this, Gwen." She paused for a moment, looking down slightly as she continued. "As for myself... I know I can't expect him to love me as much as he does you. But maybe there will be some affection left for me. And, I guess I'll have to share that with the other women that will end up part of the Team." Evelyn — dejected — sighed feeling like she hadn't made her case very well to Gwen.

Gwen's next question came at her out of left field. "Do you like having sex?"

Evelyn's head jerked in surprise, and she heard herself answer before she even had time to think about the question. "Uh. Yes?" Evelyn wasn't sure what to say — sex was GREAT! Didn't EVERYONE like having sex? Sex was... Sex was better than warm

kūlolo

and

haupia

ice cream. Sex was-

*Woah there, Evelyn, wait a second, is sex better than chocolate?*

It depended on the sex. And the chocolate. And which she wanted more at the time.

"Excellent," Gwen responded brusquely. "

I

do not. And, despite what this Lieutenant says, I will be very surprised if that changes after the vaccine. I understand that I will be dependent upon Mal's semen to maintain my health — both physical and mental, and I will supposedly be forced to orgasm." Gwen raised a disbelieving eyebrow as she finished the sentence.

"I used to enjoy having sex with Mal, but it gradually became more and more uncomfortable. I was diagnosed with severe endometriosis, and in all honesty, Kat was a surprise, as the doctors had assured me it would be almost impossible for me to conceive naturally." Gwen paused and sighed sadly before continuing. "Unfortunately for Mal, as my condition progressed, my desire for intimacy decreased. Shortly before Katherine was born, I no longer felt any sexual arousal, even when engaging in activities that previously, because there was no pain involved, were quite pleasurable."

Now Gwen looked distinctly annoyed. "Mal is convinced that this is the result of some form of postpartum depression, and insisted upon us going to therapy. I tried to convince him that it was NOT due to any sort of depression, and that I saw no issue with it — to me it is simply an evolution of my sexuality, and I have no complaints with where I am now.

"However, Malcolm was very insistent and demanding about it, and I finally acquiesced to counseling. As I expected, it was fruitless. During our joint counseling sessions, I made it clear to Mal that I was content with how I felt, and that while I still loved him, and wished to continue our marriage, I simply felt no desire to engage in any sexual activity. With him or with anyone else." Gwen brought one hand across in a chopping motion to punctuate the finality of her statement.

"And I suggested that if he desired to have sex with someone, and was discreet about it, I would neither be upset, nor would I consider it infidelity. I gave him permission to go fuck someone —

not me

— as long as I didn't have to be involved, either directly, or indirectly, through rumors born out of a lack of discretion.

"I am quite asexual at this point. I no longer masturbate — it does nothing for me other than waste time and require me to wash my hands. Occasionally, when I am tired of the badgering, I permit Mal to engage in some form of sexual activity, but thankfully that has not been possible for the last several months." Gwen looked resigned and perhaps slightly annoyed as she continued, "However, now that my isolation is over, Mal will begin pestering me for intimate activities again. I realized that this morning, once my initial distress over losing my job and happiness upon getting to see my daughter again waned.

"Therefore," Gwen continued, "I'm very pleased that you enjoy sex. I hope you're able to continue to do so for as long as you wish, and thereby satisfy my husband's carnal urges that I have no desire to engage in." Gwen paused, wondering if Evelyn understood what carnal urges were.

"Don't worry, Mal's not into anything too weird. He enjoys suckling on and playing with my breasts — and when I was nursing Katherine, he was exceptionally aroused by me lactating."

*Lactophila was one of the fetishes in the Oracle questionnaire — I wonder if Mal will mark that he's interested in that one,*

Evelyn thought to herself.

"He also enjoys touching and smelling my hair, and very much enjoyed it when I used to run my fingers through his hair and gently scrape my nails over his scalp. As I said, nothing too unusual. Oh. He likes looking at me. It sometimes bothers me, but mostly, I am able to ignore it." Gwen frowned, then shook her head dismissively before she continued.

"So, Evelyn, you understand that if I agree to have Mal and myself join you in forming a Team, I expect you to do your best to satisfy Malcolm's sexual needs and thereby dissuade him from bothering me for sex?"

Evelyn wasn't exactly sure how to respond at first. To think that she'd been envying Gwen that day when she, Heavenlee, and Kirsten had been accompanied by Mal and Kat while driving the cattle across the ranch. Now she didn't know what to think. Gwen seemed sincere in her willingness to form a Team with Evelyn.

And those conditions that Evelyn had been so worried about — it seemed the only condition was to boink Mal regularly enough that he didn't feel the need to have more sex with Gwen than that strictly required by the vaccine.

*I'm pretty sure I can handle that,*

Evelyn had thought.

*Mal's a lot older than Kama — Oh, I'm sorry it won't be you, my love! — and I periodically wore Kama out sexually. Older guys are less driven by their dicks, right? I think so... But even if Mal's like, some sort of sex machine, there will be other women to help me. I know Kirsten will be down for it — particularly after we had so much fun that weekend at Kama's 25th birthday party! I've missed her so much during the pandemic! And maybe Heaven too — I KNOW she wants to fuck Mal. Or, at least she did, that day that we were moving the herd.*

Coming to the obvious decision, she chose her words and responded formally, "Gwen, I agree to your terms. And, while I understand that you are... accepting of the periodic sexual activity that will be required due to the vaccine, and not expecting to require any more than that, I want you to know that should at any point you wish to modify the frequency of your encounters with YOUR husband, I, of course, will have exactly ZERO objections."

Gwen nodded. "I'm certain that I won't, but thank you, Evelyn. It's best to have all of this discussed and agreed to ahead of time. I shall notify Malcolm and the military personnel that we accept the proposal. We'll form the nucleus of your Team, and as necessary, assist you with upholding your ancestral

kuleana

."

Evelyn was crying, "Thank you, Gwen, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise that I'll hold up my end of the deal! And I can't wait to meet you in person and give you a hug! Wait. Is that okay?"

"If you must, I won't object. But, I'm not really a touchy-feely kind of person. Oh. Mal is, just so you know. He's always trying to touch or hug or cuddle, or somehow be affectionate. Especially after sex, when I just want to get cleaned up and stop oozing." Gwen grimaced. "It's frustrating. I expect that to decrease for me as well, Evelyn, I hope that's not an unreasonable request?"

Evelyn wiped her tears away and attempted to look serious, even though she was leaping around in joy inside at hearing that Mal liked cuddling. "No. Absolutely a reasonable request, Gwen. I'll endeavor to satisfy Mal's desire to touch and be touched — thank you for telling me about how Mal enjoys scalp massage — but I forgot — nails hard or gentle?"

"Gently. You're not trying to scalp him, just stimulate his nerve endings. He seems to have more than the usual amount, or perhaps they are just more sensitive — whichever it is, his back is EXTREMELY ticklish, and as you correctly assumed, he also enjoys being touched in return.

"Now, I suggest you come over to our house and let's see about getting the two of us vaccinated so we can protect my... Er." Gwen paused, and Evelyn thought she saw a flicker of internal conflict reflected on the older woman's face. "

Our

man," Gwen concluded.

Evelyn dutifully copied down the address Gwen gave her — she figured that she might have been able to figure it out from Google Maps and her knowledge of her ranch's pasture where all of this had started, but rather than run the risk of getting it wrong and possibly being exposed to either Covid or DuoHalo, she was more than happy that Gwen was being so accepting of her.

*****

Evelyn mentally returned to the present. She was still holding the note, still nude. Mal was still asleep.

*'Our man'. MY man.*

She went back to her duffel bag and after examining the two shirts, chose the one with the pie chart. It was difficult to make out in the dim light, but Evelyn could just make out the chart's title: How to get an engineer's attention:

Most of the chart — about 75 percent, Evelyn thought, was a single slice. The writing for that pie slice was on the slice itself, and wasn't quite large enough for her to make out exactly what it said in the dim light, but the other two — MUCH smaller unequal slices said "Offer Coffee", and "Break Something", in ascending slice size.

*Gwen said this is not so much a joke as a description of Mal... Can't wait to find out what that big slice says.*

She dressed in a fresh pair of panties, wondering what had happened to the pair she'd been wearing — they weren't hanging with her other clothes — and a pair of knit shorts. It was cool, but not cold, and she figured she'd be comfortable enough. And, when she came back and woke Malcolm, they'd be ever so slightly quicker to shuck off so he could fuck her silly again.

*But this time... This time, I'm getting some of that cuddling, goddamn it!*

Evelyn crept out of the room, wincing when the hinges creaked softly. She froze, but the soft rumble from the comfy chair was unchanged. She decided against trying to shut the door.

As she walked down the hallway, dimly lit by a pair of nightlights, she realized that she urgently needed the toilet — silently thanking Kat for telling her which door it was — she opened it and went inside.

Evelyn fumbled at the unfamiliar switches inside the door, initially turning an overhead vent fan on before quickly shutting it off. The second switch illuminated the mirror and provided her with enough light to see how the bathroom was laid out — and most importantly at the moment, where the toilet was.

It was only as she finished wiping that she registered the fact that she hadn't had to clean her pussy upon waking.

*Damn it, how the hell did I miss that? Who cleaned me up? Mal. Had to be. Seems like something he'd do, based on what Gwen's said about him. Oooh. I wonder if he got frisky with me while I was out. He can wake me up by playing with my tits ANY time he wants.*

Evelyn felt her arousal surge. She loved morning sex — loved waking up to morning sex, particularly after sleeping outdoors under

Hōkū-noho-aupuni

during the summer. *

Damn — he probably didn't, though, since Gwen told me how annoyed she got with him when he did that to her. I'll fix that. Gonna make sure I keep my promise to Gwen. Mal will be very aware that whenever he wants it, I'll be his willing — his eager! — fuck-pet. A tight, wet, cocksleeve for him to ram his cock into any time he wishes. And so will every one of the other bitches that come into my Team.*