Janmorel splashed the water around her body and she was quiet for a bit.  Finally she sighed, "I'm not jealous exactly, maybe that was the wrong word.  Maybe I should have said that I... No... I guess jealous.  But I'd never fault Marek, he's such a great guy.  I guess I just felt a little less special.  I haven't mentioned it before now because last night was the first time I felt it.  I promise captain, I wouldn't keep anything like that from you.  I know I'm quiet and shy, but I wouldn't hide.  I don't think I could have come to you any sooner, this is the first chance we've had to talk since last night and since I started to feel a little jealous of Marek.  See, the other thing is that while some of the crew love getting plowed by me, he's the only other one on the ship with a cock, and sometimes... well... I like to get filled up too you know."<br/><br/>She dunked her head backwards, wetting her hair again and then said, "as for Stoella, yes, I love her, but not that way.  Like a lover certainly, a great friend, but as a wife?  I don't think so.  Certainly she's never shown any interest in that.  In fact, I don't know if that's something I want.  I'm going to live a lot longer then her after all, my elven blood and all."<br/><br/>She let one hand slip down to her futa cock and placed one hand on top of Doxi's where it gripped the flaccid yet still thick shaft, "An engineer like me could find work in a lot of places across Khorvaire you know.  I could hire on with house Cannith and be all respectable like even.  But I stay because I love the ship, I love the crew, and I love our adventures.  You're a good captain, with your own morality, and I appreciate that.  I guess, just... if you and Marek get more serious, maybe you could hire on some other beefcake to fill the role that he's leaving behind?"<br/><br/>She stopped and looked around before whispering the last part.  Satisfied that no one was listening she leaned into Doxi and whispered, "I heard a rumor while I was out.  There's a collection of Futanari, their husbands, wives, and lovers, that meet in Sharn.  But they only meet offically once a week, and the next meeting is tomorrow.  I wanted to go, but was afraid you'd need me at the temple."<br/><br/>She paused and then added, "There aren't a lot of us you know captain.  If there's more than two or three in every thousand, I'd be surprised.  Probably one in five thousand that are attractive, open about it, the right age and enjoy sex.  But Sharn has over two hundred thousand people living here.  That means there could be dozens of people like me at this meeting, maybe even more.  I really need your permission to go to it, I want to learn more about my people."