I asked for it, so when I got the answer, despite how absurd it was, I did not give any exaggerated reaction.
"You don’t behave like a being four centuries old."
"How do you expect a being four centuries old to behave?" the woman asked, leaning forward and resting her hands on her chin.
Martha was not stupid, but even now, as I looked into her eyes, the strong light in them made it hard for to equate her with the age she claid.
I had once been fifty, and I still clearly rembered the dim look that had been in my eyes.
The misfortune that had befallen could not be ignored, but still...
"Other than that day, you’re a very cool-headed person, but you don’t give off an aura of age."
"Like I said, by this planet’s standard.
You call old, but my body is as energetic as ever, my bones hard and strong, my cells ready to multiply at every given ti.
Let’s not forget that I ca here, I am a visitor to this world and its culture. This is all new to , so I am absorbing everything. You can’t expect to behave like those who were alive during the World Wars."
"When did you co to Earth?" I questioned, a new curiosity burning.
"Who do you serve?"
Martha had spilled enough; now she wanted her own answers.
"No one."
Ignoring the blank look on the woman’s face at my reply, I asked another question.
"Can I see your true form?"
"No."
"If I am going to get married, shouldn’t I at least know what the woman I am pledging myself to looks like?
You guys do value marriage on your world, right?"
"We don’t call it marriage, but while there are a few differences, we very much value the sacred bond between two individuals."
A small smile cracked on the corner of my lips, but Martha was not done.
"I have studied much about this planet and its customs, the different cultures and traditions.
Focusing on marriage, in the relationship, the woman is expected to bring loyalty and respect. What is expected of the man?"
The new dinsion of our discussion had rubbing my chin, a sigh leaving my lips, and Martha smiled.
"You can and I know will do a great job of providing, but the security, not so much."
"What kind of enemies are we talking about?"
"Your fallen knight is cute, a good dancer, but that’s it. And besides, even if he was stronger, he’s not the one who would be holding in bed and owning before the world."
"So, I’m not getting the rest of your story until I’m capable of protecting you?"
"Yes, protect and my daughter."
Martha was still as stubborn as ever; it was tiring.
Now that I knew she was an ancient mama, her behaviour was a bit more tolerable, but that didn’t an I was going to go easy on her.
"I wouldn’t mind sharing so more of my secrets if you would tell yours, though."
"How about I just force the information I want out of you?"
For a second, Martha paused, fear appearing in her eyes, the impact of the ordeal she had just gone through still strong in her mind.
"Then I would be powerless, but that isn’t sothing you would do.
You want to conquer not just my body but also my mind, not to ntion the feelings you have for .
I know my man."
There was confidence and pride in Martha’s voice as she spoke, and when she was done, I chuckled, shaking my head.
I drank all that was in my glass and raised it toward Martha, watching as she promptly got off her seat and, leaning forward, grabbed the bottle and poured another drink.
As the milf poured, we looked into each other’s eyes, a certain understanding of our desires being reached.
"So, when will we be signing the marriage docunts?"
"I have not yet decided on that. So matters will need to be handled first. A few people inford.
I’m guessing you’re yet to tell Valera?"
"Yes. Am I right to think our union is not sothing she would desire?"
"She wants to be the first wife."
A proud smile ca to Martha’s lips as she heard her daughter’s wish, and then she narrowed her eyes at .
"Then let her wish co true.
It won’t take much, just so tweaks to the story we were already planning to give."
"You want to take Valera as my wife?"
"Yes.
Whether we get married or not, she’ll keep on worshipping your cock. At least this way, we won’t have to brainstorm for a way to placate her.
Zultan won are very territorial, and they don’t mind getting aggressive. I would not like to fight my daughter a second ti."
"That as it may..."
Before I could finish my words, two new presences entered the range of my mind vision, and soon there was a knock on the door.
"Seems you know who it is?" the milf suddenly said.
"Go let them in."
Doing as she was told, in the space of seconds, Martha returned—three won following behind her, though one overtook her.
"Daddy!!"
Her steps were quick. Imdiately, when the distance was right, Sophie dived toward , and opening my arms, I caught her in an embrace.
Hehehe!!
A giggle left the young lady imdiately she was in my arms, and after squeezing tight, she looked up at , her breath pouring on my face.
"Did you forget about us?" she asked in a sad tone.
"Of course not, sweety."
"Those are hard words to defend," a voice ca from behind, Isabella looking at with her hands crossed and a frown.
It was rare to see my Latina baby complaining, so the fact that she did showed how much the two girls missed .
"I’ve been really busy the past days."
"It’s been more than two weeks since I last saw you."
Isabella kept her tone low, but the grievance she felt was well communicated.
She moved her gaze from and Sophie to Martha, who had returned to her seat and was watching our interactions with a bit of amusent.
"Did you choose them?"
It took a second to understand what Isabella was saying, considering my mind had never gone in that direction, and I was appalled.
"Co sit beside , honey, and stop having ridiculous thoughts."
Standing and peering down at , Isabella’s lips tightened, but in the end, she relented.
Stretching out a hand, I was just about to hold my baby by the waist when Martha spoke.
"Marcus and I are getting married."
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