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After the tour, Cabal takes me back to the garden and we spend time harvesting more vegetables for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast. Then we go together to the kitchen and cook dinner side by side. Without saying a word, he teaches me how to make tonight’s dish. There’s lots of pointing and grunting and him modeling and me copying. But I show him how to melt cheese on top and he’s pleasantly surprised at my cooking skills. I smile the entire time, giggle often and continue to chat his ear off. This is the first time in my life a man has entered into a kitchen with me. I’ve never made a meal with a man or eaten with any male other than my brother and father. It makes me wonder if there were men back home who wished they could’ve traded places with me—who would have liked to garden, bake and cook rather than working on the machinery, in the offices and on the finances. I’ve never wondered about that before today, but it makes sense. It’s never good for anyone to be stuck in gender-or species-defined roles that aren’t right for their personality or skill type. Right?
After we’ve both eaten our fill of a delicious dinner, we perform evening absolutions together. Practitioners of the multigod religion pray three times per day, so we bend on our knees again. The sun has set, and the main altar is even more beautiful in the evening, sparkling in the glow of hundreds of white candles.
I’m used to the men starting evening chants, but Cabal is silent. I find I miss the sounds I’m used to hearing at this time, so I clear my throat and start the hymn. I often was allowed to lead hymns and chants back home. It was the one thing they liked me for, although it was never enough for them to look past my other “faults.” Cabal glances over at me, startled, but then flashes a quick grin and allows me to continue. I reach the end of my song of praise and then we both settle into quiet prayer.
Afterwards, we rise together and Cabal teaches me his evening routine—showing me the dozens of candles that must be extinguished and the doors and windows that need to be closed. We wash the dishes we’ve used for the day at the backyard pump and bring in water for the washbasins and for drink. Then we go back upstairs to the library and Cabal pulls a second chair up next to his and we sit before the fire and…read. He rests a heavy book on his lap. It is the entire history of the rise and fall of an ancient galactic empire. I tell him I prefer fiction, so he pulls out a box of more recent print books that visiting pilgrims have left behind. I can’t believe my luck when I find a clean romance story about a space Billionaire and his tech-assistant. I end up reading a passage out loud. Cabal listens to me with rapt attention.
Then we go to bed, each holding a flickering candelabra.
He holds my free hand again as we walk together down the hall. When I reach my own room he steps over to the cell next to mine and starts to open the door.
“Your bedroom is next door to mine?” I squeak.
Does he look embarrassed? He nods in agreement, ducking his head. He and I both know there is literally no reason for me to be this close to him. There’s a whole other floor that is nothing but cells for visitors. And in a wing behind the kitchen are more rooms specifically for nuns. He has put me next to him so I would be close. And he did this immediately after we first met.
My heart warms.
“Okay, thank you,” I tell him, “I think I’ll sleep better knowing you’re close if I need anything.” And then I give him a genuine smile and a light wave of my hand and enter the room, closing the door behind me.
I lean back against the door, taking it all in. I hear his door open and close, and his bare feet tap on the stone floor. I miss him already. His quiet, steady presence and his luscious scent.
I take off my robe and hang it up on a peg. I’m completely naked now except for my panties and my plain bra and I can’t help but wonder for a moment how Cabal would react towards my large breasts and the pooch in my stomach? My wide hips and my thick thighs?
I open my suitcase, trying to chase away these profane thoughts and put on my shift. Then I spend time brushing my hair. I wash my hands and feet in the basin and drink some water. And then I settle in bed but have a hard time sleeping even though I’m exhausted. My time with Cabal has been like a vacation. I feel close to him already, despite the fact that we are unable to truly communicate.
I spend far too much time wondering what he’s doing next door. Does he sleep naked or in his robe? Is his bed small like mine or bigger?
Finally, I fall asleep.
4
Cabal
The sexy human trainee sleeps in the room next to mine.
I open my eyes and stretch my arms, smiling at the thought. My cock is hard and painful in my loincloth, leaking seed and ready to sink into her warmth. Whenever she is near, her arousal is thick in the air and I desperately want to lift her in my arms, brace her against the nearest stone wall and pleasure mate her again and again and again. I want to remove the heavy fabric of her robe, bite her nipples raw and suck on her clit. I wish she was in bed next to me, and I could spread her thighs, lick her juicy cunt and make her come hard, her scream of release echoing in my ears.
But none of this is possible. I have one more year left of my vows in order to reach my goal of saving this monastery from ruin.
Gods, I have never been this tempted.
Never, in four years.
I’ve scented arousal from unmated female pilgrims before, who, after they’ve gotten over their initial fear of me, dart heated glances my way. But I easily ignore these pheromones and continue with my role as their priest and lead them in prayer. I help beings learn the history of their religion, grow in their personal spiritual journey and in their connection with the multigods. And then I politely send my visitors on their way to continue on with their once-in-a-lifetime trip through the ancient altars of Salo.
My reaction to this human is entirely different. I’m in trouble. I’ve never felt such an instant bond. Not for any of the Hyrrokin I pleasure mated back on Tarvos, not for any female, of any species, ever.
Lorelei is a virgin who wants a mate. She was banished for seeking self-stimulation, which is ridiculous. I understand those same needs and desperately wish I could stroke myself to completion on a daily basis, but I must deny myself due to my vows. The fact that she is a female with strong sexual desires that she needs relieved makes me want her more. I want to be the male to tend to her needs on a daily basis.
I prayed for fortitude during midday absolution, then I prayed again for the same thing last night. This morning I’ll have to pray harder.
I’ve heard that Hyrrokin males find human females irresistible, but I’d never met one in real life. And now I see why these rumors exist. Lorelei Hastings is thick in all the right places and her curves are dangerous. I catch glimpses of the outline of her breasts and generous ass as her robe brushes up against her legs and waist, which is highly tantalizing. Her strange human hair is colorless, but it glows with the same intensity as the flames of the altar candles. I find myself wanting to grab her hair in my claw as I take her from behind. Her eyes are the color of the clear blue sky and her skin looks silken to the touch. Her blunt teeth, flat features and her sad inability to flash flame are troubling, but I am learning to look past these faults. I watch her as she walks, amazed at her ability to retain her balance despite her lack of a barbed tail.
And to top it off, this female is smart and kind. Any male would be lucky to have her as a “mate.” We spent barely one diurnal together, and I know her stellar qualities as a life partner. And most importantly, she will make an excellent nun. Instead of toiling in an austere nunnery as punishment for her supposed “crime,” she could stay with me. I would gladly train her to join my order. Her hymnals are delightful and the bow of her head during prayer is a study in humble sincerity. Having her by my side as we both meditate and commune with the gods would fill my heart with joy.
I want her to stay, permanently. I want her training by my side during absolutions. During breakfast, lunch and dinner. During chores. While I bless pilgrims. And most importantly, while I work in the library. She is already enchanted with this monastery and does not mind the lack of civilized conveniences. She could become a nun and we could co-manage this monastery together.
Lorelei Firestone, the Nun of Westmore.I smile. Is this something she would want?
