Page 67 of I Married A Syllen

“Do you have any idea how hard the sound of your pleasure makes me?” he whispered in an almost angry voice. “I cannot wait to have my stem buried deep inside of you, and to fill you with my seed, over and over again. But the first time I make you mine, it will be in my bed. Sing for me, my mate.”

As if in direct response to his command, lightning struck the base of my spine, and I shouted, swept away by ecstasy. The violent tremors that coursed through me were greatly dampened by the veris binding me to my mate’s body. But the wretch didn’t relent. Instead of pausing the vibration of his deila against my engorged little nub, Taelen increased its intensity.

He swallowed my strangled moan in a voracious kiss. Even with my restraints, my hips gyrated with a will of their own, wanting that euphoric friction even as this excess of pleasure threatened to fracture my mind.

“Scream for me again, my Mirella. Sing for your mate,” he ordered before reclaiming my mouth.

And sing again I did…

As we rejoined the others outside early in the morning, I expected to be met with knowing or teasing smiles. I’d been so damn loud while Taelen had my clit singing arias that I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d heard me all the way back to Acadia. But none of the Syllens acted in a way that even remotely implied they had heard anything. While I didn’t doubt for a minute that they had, it further reinforced what Taelen had said about his people giving zero shits about what others did in private.

We ate a quick breakfast of fruits, nuts, and a grain treat that reminded me of savory sesame crackers. After washing down our meal with paya juice, we hopped onto Nordjarimms to make our way to the Ungaro farms and Kandra orchards where their Kalrins still slept.

“Where’s Athusa?” I asked as our mounts took flight.

Taelen frowned.

“He left ahead over an hour ago with one of his Osheos to address an issue that the Sentinel trees sent a warning about,” he replied with a concerned expression. “It appears your theory might be correct.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, worried.

“A section of the forest has started caving in. They were gathering extra soil to level the terrain, but a larger crease has appeared. They think it might indeed be a sign that the underground has been extensively excavated.”

“Oh my God! They must stop whatever they’re doing until we make certain it is safe for them to add all that extra weight!” I exclaimed, half panicked.

“That’s exactly why he went ahead,” Taelen replied in a reassuring tone. “He had four of his tribe members working on it yesterday.”

Heart pounding, I immediately launched the scan. As the flight to the Ungaro orchard and surrounding valley and forest were only fifteen minutes away, my scanner quickly picked up the signal I feared. Their underground had also been completely gutted. However, I detected far fewer supporting pillars, which would explain why the terrain was beginning to collapse.

As we zeroed in on Athusa’s location, my jaw dropped at the sight of a massive creature. Measuring at least three meters high, and twice as much in length, it could have come right out of the prehistoric era. Its body vaguely reminded me of an elephant, with a dinosaur’s tail, and a head that could have belonged to some kind of bull. It possessed two sets of horns, the top set pointing forward, and the bottom set on each side of its jaw pointing downward.

The most fascinating part was the giant shell on its back, facing up, and forming a huge hollow container in which the Syllen had piled the soil they intended to fill the sunken areas with.

As much as I wanted to marvel at the wondrous creature, all I could think about was how its insane weight further threatened the stability of the compromised ground.

We landed near Athusa, who was examining a dent in the ground spread over at least five meters in length and a couple of meters in width.

“You need to move that creature farther to the east,” I said to Athusa as soon as I dismounted. “My scanners confirm that the entire region has been dug out. The entrance seems to be a short way to the west.”

“And it covers the entire valley,” Athusa said, anger simmering under the surface.

I nodded with an apologetic expression.

He glanced at his Osheos.

“Togar, Mijal, move the Wonthonna to steadier grounds,” Athusa said.

My eyes widened as I realized this massive beast was the creature Taelen had referred to, and who depended on Opiris to eat the excessive growths of their shells. I could see now how it could indeed become problematic as the bowl-shaped shell on its back came very close to the top of its head.

“Lead the way to the entrance,” Athusa ordered. “We must build supports in that cave before the entire area collapses.”

“No!” I exclaimed, horrified. “The damage is already too advanced. It’s not safe for any of us to go in at this point. With your permission, I will ask the UPO to send the proper equipment and safe materials to stabilize the area.”

“You want to bring more of your technology to our land?!” he hissed.

“I’m trying to protect your tribe and the land,” I replied passionately. “Off-worlders did this. If anyone should put their lives at risk to fix the wrong that was done to the land, it should be us, not you. We will gladly let you veto any material that is used to stabilize the ground.”

He stared at me intensely, visibly torn as to what to do. Around us, the other Syllens from both tribes appeared to struggle just as much as to which stance to take. A part of me believed they were worried this might actually be a setup to con them into allowing machinery that would cause even more damage under false pretense with their involuntary collaboration.