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A day or two more alone with her so we can get to know each other better… What is the harm in that? Also, I can smell her arousal for me and her need seems to intensify the longer we’re together.
I programmed my security system to alert Molten Lava to my location and gave them the identity and location of my female. Idun already knows a human named Aliyah Williams is here with me and if she has a twin on Tarvos, he’s already alerting that female too to the fact that her sister is safe with me on Omega 9.
I take a breath and tell her a truth I’ve never told anyone about my secret “safe house.” “Maybe after I retire I was hoping that I might one day find my bound. So I decided to go ahead and make this place big enough for a family.”
“Are you embarrassed? How cute.”
I reach up and rub the back of my heated neck.
“Okay, I need to get dressed,” she says blithely and stands in front of the clothing fabricator, still clutching the towel around her delectable curves. “Before I order, do you have any preference as to what I should wear?”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you chose to dress as a traditional Hyrrokin female, in the same type of shirts the females on my planet wear.”
She’s immediately interested. “Really? What is that like?”
“Hyrrokin females do not have fabric covering their arms or neck.” I reach over and tap on the screen to the clothing fabricator, programming it to Hyrrokin so she can explore Tarvos fashion.
She squeals with delight. “Oh, I love these sleeveless shirts. I think those would look fantastic on me. I’m not going to be too cold inside of your climate-controlled quarters?”
“You’ll be fine. In fact, the entire station is climate controlled. The hallways and public areas are always set to Salo’s mildest climate, but inside of individual rooms the climate can be whatever is comfortable for that particular species.”
She chats with me as she moves forward and taps on the screen herself, making selections. I love hearing the sound of her voice as she thinks through her choices. “I’m picking a bright sunny yellow top and a pair of white flowy pants that will go down to my ankles. The pants stretch at the waist because I want to be comfortable. Oh no, there aren’t any shoes here.” She taps on the screen and changes it back to human selections. “I’m ordering a pair of white, fuzzy slippers for myself. And”—she cuts me an assessing glance as her finger hovers over a selection, then she chooses something else—“underwear and a bra.” All of this arrives in a matter of seconds.
I frown because her purchases were pieces of clothing that were free and included with the subscription. “I saw what you did there.”
“What?” she asks innocently as she turns behind me and drops the towel.
I present my back to her and bend with her while she’s pulling on the underwear and bra, covering the parts of her I want in my mouth, all the while keeping my eyes averted. “I saw your finger linger over the more expensive selections, but then you ordered only what was included with the subscription.”
“Aren’t you happy that I didn’t spend your money? The pieces I ordered are very nice.”
“I want you to use my currency to purchase whatever you need.”
“Kryel, I can’t do that. You’re on the run. It’s true that your ownership of this penthouse means you’re filthy rich, but for all I know the authorities could’ve frozen your assets, and this is the only thing that’s still hidden. And maybe they’re about to seize this apartment too.”
“None of that is going to happen. I want you to use my account to get what you want, no matter the cost.”
She steps into her white pants and pulls them up. “I can’t do that to you. Next time I’ll just use my own currency to pay for what I need.”
“No,” I growl, because for some reason this is important to me, “you will use my currency to purchase whatever you want on the clothing fabricator as well as the shopping channels.”
“Kryel,” my female chuckles as she steps into her slippers, “I think you don’t understand how expensive my tastes are. I could easily bankrupt you with my high-end purchases. You might want to take back that offer.”
“The offer stands.”
She straightens and brushes her shiny dark follicles off her shoulders and then she turns the two of us toward a full-length mirror. She holds my hand and crosses her other arm across her torso and splays a tiny human hand on my six pack of abs. Then she lays her head against my shoulder and smiles at the image of us together, as if she were posing for a pic with her mate. “We look good together, don’t we? Too bad I don’t have my tablet, I’d love to take a pic and post this on my Intelgram account. My followers would love you. And I think they would really like Hyrrokin fashion.”
“Heh. You think humans would like my appearance? Aren’t most beings scared of noble Hyrrokin features?”
“My cousin Ariana Gonzalez married a Hyrrokin recently, so humans are growing used to the idea of your species, so this wouldn’t be so unusual. Plus”—she winks at me—“how could they resist you?”
“We do look good together,” I agree. “I wish we were able to go out for dinner, so I could show off this gorgeous creature at my side.”
She laughs, “When it comes to me, flattery will get you everywhere. And I wish we could go out too”—she pokes a finger at me—“so I could showyouoff.”
Then she takes my hand in hers and we both walk back together through a long hallway, passing all the doors to the other empty bedrooms. I now realize I've always wished those rooms were filled with future offspring. I guess it's true that I made a closet big enough for a bound. The restroom was perfect with her in it, and I loved when we stood there, side by side washing hands.
She wished she had a tablet to take a picture of us for her vid channel? The problem is she needs a male in her life who isn't living in secret. A male who can stand proudly by her side, and right now that isn't me. I have an alias and I’m being tracked down by the station’s peacekeepers. Soon I'll have bounty hunters after me too. I still don't think they'll ever find me. They'll assume I got off the space station somehow and I'm hiding on some backwater planet, but I am right here in plain sight in a penthouse on the garden level of the busiest, most civilized, high-tech space station in the four sectors.
