Is That… You?

Eventually we were back at the table.  I made…  I dunno, something.  Breakfast?  Brunch?  Midnight snack?  I have no idea.

I went with grilled cheese sandwiches.  It was the first thing I learned to make from the printer, I could do that in my sleep.

I just forgot to scale up, and I had to pretend that the first sandwich I made was intended for me.  Actually I was about to put it on her plate when I realized I'd need 2000 of the things.

I might do that, one of these days.

Anyway, we sat to eat, glancing across at each other, and breaking out in wide smiles.  I was happy.  Deliriously happy.  That sex was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

When I die, I hope that part flashes before my eyes and there's a rewind button.

But then I started to worry.  I had NO idea if the Olympians had a cultural acceptance of casual sex.  Were we married, now?  Did I have to talk to her father or mother?  Brothers?

Were there religious considerations I had to face? 

Did I just commit to life with her?  Or had I ruined any future by having sex before getting her church's permission?

It was stupid, I know, but that's where my mind went.  My upbringing, probably, I was conditioned to think important things had important ramifications.  Mind-blowing sex like that HAD to have life-changing consequences.

For her part, Enyo didn't look upset, or like she had anything to bring up, any difficulty to broach.

She just had her little notebook and was scribbling something in it.  No idea what, there written language looks like a drunk stenographer's signature.

But she peered at me close for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

"Your eyes.  What color would you call them?"

"Brown," I said.  She nodded and noted.  "Um, why?  Are you making a diary entry?  Or a thank you poem?" Or, part of my mind feared, Wedding Invitations!

"It's for the ad," she said, still relaxed.

"What ad?"

"I'm writing all my girlfriends and telling them to go find a human lover.  I am suggesting it would be well worth every effort."

"As an advertisement?" I asked.

She shrugged.  "Well, you're the only one I've actually evaluated.  You go to the highest bidder."

There was no twinkle in her eye.  She was very clearly not kidding.  Which is how I knew it was a joke.

"You'll get better terms by leasing," I said.

"But for that, I'd need more than one of you."  She underlined the last inarticulate spasm and lowered her stylus.

"I can take care of that," I said.  She raised one eyebrow.  "I don't know if Olympus has any…theme parks?"

"We call them recreational landscaping," she said.  "Do you know of a giantess-harem recreational landscapes I can go hunting in?"

"Not yet."  I waved at her.  "You see, you get naked.  I sell tickets.  We may need some guide ropes, rest stations…"

"Scenic overlooks!" she contributed.

"Perfect.  Two credits to watch, ten to sex, twenty to sex in private…"  I stood and beckoned her closer.  When her ear was just above me, I stage-whispered.  "And after the private sex, slap a shipping label on their ass and send them to your next customer."

She pulled back a little bit.  "Why not just grab him when he pays?  Why have sex first?"

I shook my head.  "If you do that, it's kidnapping.  If they get the slightest idea of what an event Olympic Sex is, though, they'll be never even protest."

"Aw," she purred, stroking a fingertip down my side.  I rested a hand on her knuckle and gazed up at her.  I was hoping for a romantic smile,  Probably managed goofy, though.

After a moment, she frowned.  "Did we just destroy the two races?"  I instantly knew what she meant.  Seriously, this had been life altering.  No woman could compete with my goddess, now.  But I wasn't worried about everyone crossing the species line in search of mega orgasms once word started going around.

"No.  Only the adventurous will dare to try out such a liaison, no matter how much we sell it."  She relaxed a bit, relieved.  I scratched my chin.  "Adventurers…  Which probably means both our space programs just went into hibernation…"