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She puts her book down and starts telling me stories of her childhood. I put down my quill and listen, not disturbed in the least at being interrupted. Her stories are always interesting.
“…you know, it wasn’t really a bad place to grow up,” she sums up. “Everyone else in our community is perfectly happy and content. I was the one with a problem. It was best that I left. I needed to leave because it wasn’t the right fit for me.”
This human and I have much in common. I left my own home world because it wasn’t a good fit anymore. My father, the ex-President of Tarvos, now sits in prison for his crimes. I learned that my own father was a traitor, giving government secrets to our enemies in exchange for currency. I’m spending the rest of my life trying to make up for the failure of our family name. After I sufficiently recovered from my injuries, I left Tarvos to train as a priest.
“I like it here,” she tells me, “I see why you enjoy living here,” and then returns to reading her book.
I continue to stare at her.
Lorelei Hastings doesn’t mind the isolation. She loves ancient texts and gardening. The rustic nature of this monastery doesn’t bother her. She welcomes the lack of technology. She isn’t plotting how to escape and return to civilization.
She is delightful.
After dinnerand our evening absolution, I sit in my favorite chair in front of the fireplace in the library and groan as I prop up my prosthetic leg on a pillow. The damn muscles are tightening again. They don’t do this every night, some nights it’s fine and other nights worse than others. Tonight, I lean forward to grab the heating pan, to fill it with hot rocks from the fire. The deep ache in my thigh is bothering me.
“Oh no, you look like you’re in pain,” a kind voice says.
I look up to see Lorelei sitting beside me. “What’s wrong?” She shakes her head. “Sorry, I can’t help but ask questions. I know you can’t answer. Let me see…”
And then she bends down on her knees in front of me.
I suck in a rough breath. My cock is straining again for release in the confines of my loincloth. Her placement aligns her face with my crotch. My cock and I are at odds. It wants this female. But I continue to deny it.
She reaches out to my leg, her hands hovering over the spot I had been rubbing, “Can I touch you?” she requests.
I give a jerky nod. My claws tighten on the arms of the chair because I stare at her lips, wanting them wrapped around my shaft.
Why couldn’t this female have arrived a year from now?
Who am I kidding? I can’t let them take her away to the nunnery. I’m too weak. I’ve spent another diurnal with her and at this point, I suspect I’d follow her to the ends of the universe to reclaim her and keep her at my side. No one will understand—she’s not a female I simply want to pleasure mate, she’s my Bound. In fact, I’d like to see them try to take her away. I suspect I’d fly into a berserker rage. I have to redouble my efforts to find a solution. Would she be willing to live with me for a year in silent abstinence not knowing my intentions or the outcome? Will she wait for me? Lorelei wants me to succeed in my vows. I want that too. But I also wanther.
She pushes aside my robe, exposing my entire leg. She points at my ankle, where the serial number is tattooed into my skin. “Oh my gods, you have a prosthetic?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There is so much about me that she doesn’t know. I wish I could tell her everything.
She pauses and thinks about the implications. “You were a soldier, weren’t you?” Her tiny hands remain on my skin. “Hmm. My grandfather lost an arm when he fought alongside the Xylan military to expel the Hurlians from New Earth. All he had at first was a metal arm. But then, because he’s a veteran, he was upgraded to an organic prosthetic. He said all veterans in the four sectors, no matter the species, are given free organic prosthetics? My grandmother was always helping him with the lingering aches and pains. He was certainly happy to have the simulation instead of the clunky metal arm, but it was a lot for him to get used to at first. Supposedly the aches get better with time as the nerve endings regrow, but maybe not?”
I purse my lips. She’s right, the leg is doing better than it used to. I can work or run like normal. The aches have lessened but still cause trouble when I’ve been sitting for too long, or at the end of a long day.
“I wish I knew how long you’ve had this…”
I lift my hand and hold up five fingers.
Her eyes widen. “Five? You’ve had this prosthetic for five years?”
I rub my hand against my thigh. I have not completely broken my vows with this communicative gesture, but it’s certainly a slippery slope. I wish I could tell her how I left Tarvos after my father was thrown in prison. How I had served in the Hyrrokin military during my father’s Presidency, but I drove a vehicle over a roadside bomb during my last tour. The bomb exploded and tore off my right leg. I spent a lot of time in physical therapy. After father’s sentencing, I decided this was a perfect time to leave and start over elsewhere. I’d always secretly dreamed of becoming a priest and living on the planet that was the birthplace of the multigod religion. Now was the time.
She places her hands on my leg, feeling along the definition of my muscles. “This makes me think you’ve been living here at least four years then. Maybe you came here after you were discharged from the military? Although this still doesn’t explain the vows of silence and um, celibacy. Or how long you’ve held these vows and how long they will continue.”
And then she’s leaning in, using all her strength to massage my thigh. I throw my head back and moan. She spends so much time there. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air and it drives me crazy.
“You know what would be perfect?” she says. “If we were both on your bed. It would be easier for me to do this deep massage.”
I sit upright, thrown out of my reverie. I cannot have this female in my bed. Therein lies madness. I toss my robe back over my leg.
She rears back. “What’s wrong?” Then she looks at my face. “Oh, okay. Maybe some other time? Or never? You’re right. Sorry.”
I cannot stop the continued growth of my throbbing cock. It aches for her touch.
