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And then they all turn to fully gaze at me. And they each give quick intakes of breath and eye the exit. “Whoareyou?” the youngest guard squeaks. His hand visibly shakes at the hilt of his blaster.
Due to my vow of silence, I cannot speak or even communicate via written form. I am only able to respond with an occasional hand gesture, flash of flame or grunt of acknowledgement. I choose to do none of these and instead stare back and allow smoke to waft from my nostrils.
The second guard answers for me, “Th…thismonsteris the High Priest of Westmore Monastery. His name is Cabal Firestone. I’ve heard about him. He looks like that because he’s a Hyrrokin. He’s taken vows of silence…and celibacy.”
Monster? Heh.
It never ceases to amaze me how I’m viewed by these Gravians, or by most other beings outside of Tarvos. They are literally terrified of me. Hyrrokin facial features are the stuff of nightmares to them. It’s always this way. My red skin, gleaming horns and white fangs are frightening? My black barbed tail doesn’t help matters. On Tarvos, females eye my horns and fangs with unabashed lust and here…here they scream and run and I’m a “monster.” I’ve lived on this planet for over four years now and beings still haven’t gotten used to my appearance. All of the visitors to this monastery have their initial meltdown when they meet me, and then I smile and make them comfortable. Pilgrims are prewarned that I’m Hyrrokin. The “Monster of Mount Westmore” they call me.
“Celibacy?” the guards mutter in unison. They’ve momentarily forgotten their fear and are trying to process vows that require no sex.
No priest or nun has attempted these two vows concurrently since the time of the great expansion. None believe I can refrain from speaking or taking a Bound or at the very least pleasure mating, but I haven’t done either of those things in four years. My vows are sacrosanct. I took these vows on the sacred altar of Minos. If I can keep these ancient vows and remain silent and not pleasure mate for five years, thereby proving my dedication to Westmore, the Cardinal promised to restore this forgotten, crumbling monastery on the side of a mountain that no one else cares for. The visiting pilgrims respect my dedication and are rooting for me. The other High Priests and Nuns on the route cheer me on. I am one year away from reaching my goal.
Sanctuary candles flicker in the breeze from the open door. I immediately recognize that this female isn’t truly a nun yet, but a trainee. She is lacking the appropriate symbols of our order tattooed on her hands. I still can’t clearly see her shrouded face, but she sees me for the first time and screams in horror, backing herself up the steps of the altar.
I sigh with resignation.
The gruff, older guard pauses and adds, “This being is a human female. Her name is Aliyah Williams.”
I crook an eye ridge. A human? Humans are rare in the four sectors. I take a step forward to offer my help and she screams again and cries harder.
“Shut up, female,” the second guard thunders, “we are tired of your fake cries for help.”
Rage boils in my chest and my nostrils flare. How dare they speak to her this way? These males are lucky I can’t scent their pheromones or seed directly on this female, letting me know they did not sexually molest her during transport. She doesn’t appear to have bruises or cuts. This is why they are still alive. I might appear peaceful, but my former career as a decorated soldier means I remain a warrior priest at bay. A veteran ready to reenter battle at a moment’s notice.
The nun arrived unhappy, and I suspect the guards are the root cause.
I glare at them and they look uncomfortable under my scrutiny, as they should. I crack open my jaw and blast an intense flame that singes the top of their heads.
The three of them stumble backward, shouting with pain and fear. “Stop, what are you…”
I step forward and send out a second blast, larger than the first.
They scream. “You can’t…”
Oh, I can. I widen my stance and narrow my eyes. Smoke billows from my nostrils. I lift my chin and point a claw toward the open door.
“Heisa monster!” they cry. And then the three guards race out of the sanctuary in a clatter of boots and weapons, shutting the heavy door behind them with a resounding thud.
And I’m left alone with her.
I hear the distant rumble of their military vehicle as it exits the courtyard. I turn and see she’s already pushed herself up to a sitting position.
“Thank you,” the human pants. “I think those guards brought me to the wrong place. I tried to tell them I was supposed to go to a nunnery, but they wouldn’t listen. They think I’m someone else. My real name is Lorelei Hastings, from New Earth. And I’m not a nun, yet. I suppose I’m a trainee? I was given a universal translation chip the moment I arrived on Salo. Then those guards carted me off. They…they took my suitcase…” she says, clearly agitated. “Oh, it’s back now. Thank gods.”
Heh. The guards are already gone, and there is no way to contact anyone to pick her up. Someone will eventually discover their error and retrieve this female and take her to her correct placement. Meanwhile, I will make her comfortable. I’m surprisingly unperturbed at the thought of being burdened with this stranger.
She stands at the base of the altar. Her head cocks to the side. “I’m sorry about how I was screaming earlier when I first saw you, I’m totally over that now. I wasn’t expecting to meet a male of your species. It’s just that when I stepped on the transporter on New Earth, I thought I was being sent to a nunnery on Salo. But instead, those guards made a mistake and now I’m in a monastery with you. This is not at all what I expected.”
My lips twitch. It is not what I expected either.
“I…I heard them say your name is Cabal Firestone and you’re the High Priest here and you’ve taken vows of silence and celibacy?”
I nod.
“Oh wow,” she mutters.
I can literally feel my long-dormant shaft continuing to thicken under my robes. I want to pleasure mate this female. I want to toss her on the steps and throw up her robe and fuck her hard on the altar.
