Ralph has more than a few questions.

Ralph woke up after a very deep sleep, feeling more rested than in years. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he struggled to remember a dream where he fucked Kira.

Ralph had spent much of his life waking up before the sun to get out in the water and do his job.

He stretched as he remembered glimpses of the dream, the way her body felt, her almost unbelievable beauty.

Then as he stretched his arm he felt someone next to him in bed, and looked to see she was naked and beside him.

Kira was awake and smiling at him, “good morning sleepyhead,” she said softly.

Ralph gave her an odd look, it had been real? The sensations he had felt were the thing of children’s story’s and mythology, but in the moment he felt different. Physically different, and more than that, something he could not quite put a finger on.

Physically he felt amazing. His back and his knees didn’t hurt, his hands usually hurt almost all the time, right now they didn’t. His vision was more clear, and he could hear the water lap against a wall nearby. But how? The hotel wasn’t on the water. He could her footsteps on wooden planks, and he heard a ships horn in the distance.

Little details he normally didn’t notice, maybe he just wasn’t normally paying attention?

He felt somehow younger. But more than the physical, he could feel Kira. Looking at her he could feel her emotional state. It resonated deep inside of him somehow, he could feel happiness inside of her, trust, and love.

He rose and looked in a mirror on a nearby dresser, and saw himself, but he looked better than usual. More color in his skin, and he looked healthier.

In truth he had not been in good health lately. He was 67 years old, and had lived a long life on the sea and in taverns. He was happy to help these two young people, but he was preparing for his end at the farm they had traded to him.

He was planning to die there, he could feel the end coming to him. His breath had been shorter, his energy lower, and he had hurt a lot lately.

But right now in this moment he could breath deeply without his lungs complaining about it.

And he wasn’t tired. He wasn’t tired at all. Maybe it was sleeping in, which was rare. Maybe it was having sex with a beautiful woman and having enjoyed a good meal and good drink, he didn’t know. But that was not what alarmed him.

It was how the world looked like, what it now sounded like. How could he see Kira like this now? How could he feel what was going on inside of her?

As beautiful as she was physically, he now saw a great inner beauty broadcast outside of her. How? This made no sense to an old Scottish fisherman. He was not a man or science or religion, he was a man of the sea.

“Am I dying?” He asked, looking at his hands, he could see his own body differently now as well. He could move his fingers without the pain of arthritis. “Am I still dreaming?”

Kira moved in close and embraced him, her warm and beautiful body emanating heat and some sort of energy. “Neither,” she replied to him.

Kira leaned in and kissed him, and it felt amazing, different than before. It was like it filled a void inside of him.

“You are not dreaming Ralph, you are very much awake.” She said after breaking the kiss,” you just slept for a while. We are in Glasgow, on our way to London.”

“And you are more alive than you have ever been, and it will feel better tomorrow than it does today.”

Ralph did not understand, what sort of magic is this? “What did you do to me lass, what sort of enchantment is this? Is it a drug?”

Kira left the bed and went to her bags, and pulled out an old leather-bound book. She was still naked, my goodness she was beautiful he thought.

She brought it over and he saw it was a photo album.

She held his hand as she spoke, flipping through the pages.

“Ralph, I am older than you know, so is John. You might not believe this, but I was born in the year 2005. John was born in 1987.”

That seemed unlikely, he now worried that she was crazy.

She then showed him pictures of her and John, but from long ago. The pictures had aged and were obviously old. There were a series of them with a woman who would have been her mother, and then of her and John as she aged.

“This was the world I grew up in, in the early twenty first century,” she continued. “Before a series of very bad events in history.”

He saw that John looked just like he did now, perhaps better now. And through pictures he saw Kira grow up. There were pictures of antique cars the likes of which he had only seen in history books. Pictures of her next to airplanes, which he knew to be very rare. Pictures of clean houses decorated in an antique manner.

Ralph could see that John was her father, but how was that possible?

“There was a terrible sickness, it targeted women and killed tens of millions. And John was a doctor and scientist trying to find a cure, there was a treatment, but it was bad.” Kira continued, “The treatment was terrible, just not as bad as the disease.”

“And the disease caused the women a lot of problems, and escalated to the point where they could not be treated or saved.”

“How was it treated? I never heard of anything like that,” Ralph replied.

Kira Cleared her throat, “the disease caused a serious deficiency of a very important protein, one of the building blocks of our genetic structure. And at the time the only good source of that protein was in semen. And semen loses the potency of that protein in seconds, it loses it so quickly.”

“So they had donors who would provide a treatment, jerking off into a cup when a girl was at a lower stage, but as it got worse, that wouldn’t work. They had to do direct delivery, and the women had to swallow a stranger’s cum. Straight from a stranger’s dick.”

“And the worse a girl had it, the more desperate she wanted a man to provide the treatment. And at a certain point it had to be delivered in the ass for even greater potency.”

“Many women at advanced stages wanted sex almost all the time, and would orgasm whenever their tongue touched semen. They were at great risk, donors could do anything they wanted to them, and they often did.”

“I saw our high school principle fucking the head cheerleader in the ass in a treatment room,” Kira continued. “I saw fat kids from class and cops getting blowjobs from desperate girls, sometimes two guys on one girl.”

Ralph recoiled, that would be humiliating.

“So I was in high school and I caught it, and I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let the teachers who were leering at me do that, or the guys at school, or the emergency services donors.” She continued, “those were police and EMT’s, guys who drove around in ambulances.”

“When they found it in me, I was already in an advanced stage, and a bunch of creepy donors started offering themselves, I just couldn’t do it.”

“I told my dad that I would rather die than have strange men do that to me,” she replied. Ralph could see her sadness in reliving the experience, more than that he could feel her sadness. “And I talked my dad into being my only donor. It was that or die, I could not do it with strange men.”

She paused, trying to think how best to describe what had happened.

“And he did, John saved my life, but it progressed.” Kira continued. “The first time I tasted his cum I orgasmed. The second time, I put him in my mouth, I sucked my dad’s dick and I orgasmed even harder. Not long after I seduced my own dad, and he came inside of me. And we both orgasmed, but like nothing I had ever felt before.”

Ralph understood a bit more of what happened the night before now.

“We felt the same things you did last night Ralph, the same energy, the same emotions,” Kira continued with a smile. “And we were changed physically. We somehow created a new strand of the disease. One we could not pass on easily. My dad could provide a temporary cure, but the physical change was just in us, never anyone else.”

“We tried to pass it on, I was with some other men in testing, and it went poorly, because I didn’t want them,” she continued. “And my dad had sex with hundreds of women, passing on a temporary cure.”

“But he put a baby in me, and our daughter provided the genetic material for a cure. And we had other kids, two more, and those three children provided a cure that ended the disease and saved millions.”

“But we changed, as you have probably noticed yourself changing,” Kira continued, placing her hand over the old sailor’s heart, feeling his heart beating stronger. It had not been strong before, beating irregularly. “I stopped aging, and over time my dad appeared to get younger. And we became resistant to disease. We are stronger than normal people, and we heal very quickly, remarkably quickly.”

“And we later found out that my breast milk has remarkable qualities. It makes you strong. The genetic changes that our strain of the disease pass on gives you what might be eternal life. It gives you greater mental power, and empathy to other people’s emotions. It changes your body, my dad got a little taller and his dick got a bit bigger. But my breast milk gives you physical strength.”

Ralph looked very confused, all of this seemed unbelievable. She might as well be talking about the Norse gods.

“When you drink from my breast milk Ralph, you are less hungry, you need less sleep, and if you have been on it you can handle the orgasm when we have sex a lot batter. We stopped falling into the sleep when we started consuming it.”

“So you drink your own breast milk, and you have been having sex with your own father for all these years? And you don’t age and can’t get sick? Come on lass, that is a story for children.” Ralph replied softly, denying the reality he already knew.

He could feel it in his own body, she could see it in hers, he could feel that she was telling the truth.

Kira took Ralph’s hand and placed over her left breast, on her heart, “you know better Ralph, you already know the truth. You can feel it.”

“So I am going to get younger, get all muscled up like John and live forever?” He asked bluntly, still having doubts. “My wounds will heal?”

Kira slid off the bed and reached into Ralph’s bag and pulled out his knife, a very old but very high quality utility knife in a sheath. And as he yelled for her to stop, she used it to cut her hand, deeply, wincing in pain, and dropping his knife to the floor.

“What in the hell did you do that for Lass?” Ralph bellowed as he leaped off the bed, grabbing a towel to wrap her hand, squeezing it to stop the bleeding. Kira smiled and gently took his hand off of hers and walked over to the sink.

He could see it was bleeding less, but the wound was open and deep. She ran it under some water and winced in pain, and then pulled it out, and Ralph watched the wound close.

He saw her skin pull back together, and then she ran some water over it and showed him the undamaged skin of her hand. It had taken about ten minutes. What the fuck was that?

“It gets faster over time, but yes you will heal Ralph,” Kira replied finally. “You will be healthier than you have ever been in your life.”

She could see the shock on his face, and some anger in him. “I am sorry Ralph, but how could I ask? You would never believe this if you didn’t experience it.”

That made sense to Ralph. “But why now? If it didn’t work before when they tried, why now? And why me?”

“You are the only man other than my father I have ever wanted to have sex with Ralph, the only other man I loved like this.” Kira answered, “I wanted to share this with you and I thought it would work. John can pass it on, but only to his daughters, to direct kin. I had not been able to pass it on to anyone, and my theory was I could, but that it was tied to my emotional state, my desire for someone.”

“So the person chasing you?” Ralph asked, “a family member?”

“Yes, our daughter Amber. She learned of the power of our breast milk before we did, and she got very strong.” Kira replied. “She took a generation of our kids and formed something like a sex cult in Paris, and she was not careful about it, which is very dangerous.”

“We tried to leave, but she caught us, and planned to keep us as captives. My dad making new members of the family for her, and me being tied down, feeding people, and with her selling my body for money. Letting men pay to fuck me. We managed to escape just days before we met you for the first time.”

Ralph was feeling overwhelmed, “So you don’t want people to know, because some government will want to study you right?” He asked, “and obviously you don’t want your family to catch up to you.”

“So how did you come to own the boat, the place in Norway and the farm in Ribigill?” Ralph asked, “where did you get all the cash you have? All the stuff to trade?”

“We have been at this for a while. My dad was paid very well for what he did in ending the first disease, and he was careful with it. But then another plague came, and other serious diseases.” She answered, “Then the oceans started to rise and there was less land to live on and less food for people. Then the oil ran out. Then there wasn’t enough power for people either. And then it got very hard to have drinkable water.”

“There were more sicknesses, and terrible wars. We fled the USA before it fell, but nations fell all over the world. But my dad saw it coming.”

“John bought property all over the world, he saw this coming when we weren’t aging. Knowing we would have to move around a lot to hide what we are,” Kira continued. “We were granted the farm in Ribigill a long time ago, back in 2030 or so I think, we lived there for about twenty years.”

“A young King if England gave it to us, as my dad had saved the life of the Queen with sex, back when she was a princess,” she continued.

Ralph now realized what she was talking about. He could feel his body had changed. How could he just live in one place when everyone around him grew old and died and he didn’t? But then he knew he would not have lived much longer anyway.

He understood this was a gift he had been given.

“So what now Kira, what do we do now?” he asked softly.

“I suggest we stay here in Glasgow for another day or so,” she replied. “Let us give you more time to drink from me, and for us to fuck and let you enjoy the strength that gives. Then we can go on with the trip.”

“Then I will fuck you in London, then on the way back,” Kira continued. “And you will feel better every day we do it. It just keeps getting better.”

“But your dad, your...” Ralph stammered.

“My husband as well, we were married long ago, legally in the USA.”

“Ok your husband,” Ralph answered. “How does it work with him when we get back?”

Kira answered, “I don’t know, but he knew what I was going to do with you Ralph, he approved of this. He knew that you might give me a child.”

Ralph coughed, he had never considered that at his age, “are you?”

“Yes, I am pregnant Ralph, at least I am pretty sure I am.” Kira answered, beaming. “It isn’t a bad thing.”

“And John has had sex with hundreds of women. When we had Amber we both had sex with her,” she continued.

“You and your daughter?” Ralph stammered, coughing. “You like women, you are a...”

“A lesbian? No,” Kira replied. “I enjoy women, and I prefer men. My daughter Amber is close to a man-hating lesbian, but not me. But we are free to love others. But he cares for you as well Ralph. You have been good to us, we want the best for you. And it would not hurt to have a friend and ally to spend centuries getting to know.”

“Centuries, fuck me. Here I was just counting down the months till I died, now I have centuries,” Ralph answered with a smile. “What have you done with all the years you have had? What am I to do with centuries lass?”

Kira smiled and laid on the bed before him, and spread her legs for him, “we will figure something out Ralph.”