The Mad Dog of The Apocalypse (Pt. 27)

“Do you have any…  I mean do you have any other, or will there be any other, rape slaves?” he asked, trying to sound unconcerned.  In truth, he might have begun to nurse an affection for this woman, and he was not inclined to share her with another man.

For the first time he realized he could see real anger spreading across Rachael’s face.  Before this moment, it was now apparent, she had never really been angry.  No, not like the way she looked at him now.  Above even the anger, however, there was disgust.  A deep revulsion welling up within her, as if John had uttered some of the deepest, darkest, depravity imaginable and she could simply not believe it.  The woman swallowed hard and blinked a few times.  Slowly, her features seemed to calm.

“John, I uh…” she began, “I think…  Lemme help you unload some of that baggage your ex-wife left you with.  We mamono don’t take multiple men.  Ever.  Fallen God, there are hardly any to go around, let alone enough for someone to have… to be with more than one.  That’s making me want to vomit just saying it.  There would be corruption of the spirit energy inside... me…  My body wouldn’t know what to do.  Or who may mate was.  I mean, well, we’re just not capable of that.”

John blinked, confused for a moment.  “You spoke of multiple wives,” he said, “What about that?”

“Oh, okay.  I see why you’re confused.  Well yeah.  That’s different,” she replied, leaning back in bed.  She seemed relieved.  “For one, I can’t have more than one guy’s kid in me at a time, but you can get dozens of women pregnant.”

“There will not be dozens,” said John, worried suddenly.  He could barely keep up with Rachael.  Dozens would absolutely kill him.  A wonderful way to die, perhaps, but dead regardless.

“No, of course not,” said Rachael, rubbing his chest, “For another, there would be a hell of a lot more lonely mamono out there in the world, way worse than it is now, if we didn’t sometimes share.  You think it’s bad now?  There would be feral sandworm girls demolishing whole cities.  And they’re the nice ones.  And men just have a different place in society than mamono.  I can’t… use other mamono as I see fit.  I mean, I might knock boots our wives once in a while if they’re okay with that- definitely gotta do it at least once before I let ‘em near you cause I gotta show ‘em who’s alpha- but I wouldn’t have the same… sort of… expectations… of my of my wives as I do of you.”

“I see,” John said, mulling over what had been said.