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“It’s not as if you’re never going to see me anymore. The cabin is just a short ride from the main house, so you can drop in whenever you’re there with Kiristen. And I’ll be coming back here for our regular work meetings.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
As the drone rises in the air, he adds, “Seeing as I have the both of you here, I might as well let you know something.”
“What’s that?” I ask, scrutinizing his impassive face for clues.
“I’m planning to propose to Kiristen tonight. I’d like us to get married the human way and have a mating, if possible.”
I can’t quite leap out of my seat as I’m buckled in, but I lean forward and high-five him. “Alright! That makes two of us.”
A huge smile spreads on his face. “I’ll have you know I was planning to do this way before the two of you declared your intentions.”
Kirimor’s tail releases me briefly to wrap itself around Troy in a possessive gesture. “This is joyful news, Troy. I am so proud to welcome you to my family.”
Troy looks at him uncertainly. “So, you approve?”
“Did you doubt I would?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t too sure how you would react to your son mating with someone from an alien race.”
Kirimor quirks his lips in amusement. “Seeing as I too am mating with someone from an alien race—” Here he brings his tail back to curl around my waist. “—It would seem churlish of me to disapprove of you on that basis. Besides, the one thing that matters to me is what is in your heart. I have studied you carefully Troy, and scanned your aura multiple times to be sure. I know your heart is pure and I know you love my son. That is enough for me.”
Troy nods his head, his eyes glazing a little. “Thanks, Kirimor,” he manages. “I appreciate that.”
The drone begins its descent, landing a few minutes later in front of the main house, where we bid an emotional Troy farewell. Then we’re rising swiftly in the air again, making our way up to the cabin, our new home—temporarily. We land shortly afterwards. Descending from the drone, I take a moment to admire the cabin. It stands nestled in lush green pasture, a tall A-frame building clad in thick logs of dark wood. It’s not an imposing home, far from it, especially compared with the grand house below. But it has a rustic charm that calls to me.
Kirimor draws me to him with his tail. “We will soon build a new home for us, my lovely. In the meantime, I promise to make this cabin as comfortable as I can for you.”
“I love this place. It’s perfect.”
“Then let us go in and begin our new life there.”
I turn, wanting to grab some of my belongings, but he stops me. “I will fetch them for you later. Come.”
He leads me forward, up the front steps of the cabin and opens the door. With a swift gesture that takes me entirely by surprise, he sweeps me up in his arms. “I believe it is a Human tradition for a male to carry his mate across the threshold,” he says, walking inside.
I laugh in delight and hug him, nuzzling his smooth, warm neck. “Yes, it is.”
Carefully, he sets me down, allowing me to take in my surroundings. The cabin’s one main room has been decorated with vases of flowers and candles, which Kirimor now lights. They cast a warm, golden glow in the dark shadows of dusk. Something else catches my eye. I approach the large bed at one end of the room. Strewn all over it are hundreds of colorful petals, a confetti of pink, red, yellow and purple.
“Kirimor,” I breathe. “This is lovely, and so thoughtful. Thank you.”
He finishes lighting the candles and comes to me. “I wanted to make this a special night for us.” He draws me into the circle of his arms and I burrow there, content. I feel the rumble of his chest as he murmurs, “Dresolor has prepared a meal for us. Are you hungry?”
“Famished.”
“Then let us eat.”
He goes to the kitchen area and returns with a tray loaded with several small dishes, one of which containsmishu, those green crispy balls with herbs and tender meat inside. He places the tray on the low table and sits me down next to him on the well-sprung floor seat.
“This looks delicious,” I say, sniffing the air appreciatively.
In a repeat of our first meeting, he takes my hand and begins to clean it gently with a moist, fragrant cloth. I watch him, feeling unaccountably moved.
“The very first time I sat with you at a dining table, Melinda, I held your hands like this. I meant simply to toy with you. Then I felt your soft skin and scented your intoxicating essence. You were wilful that night, refusing to allow me the honor of feeding you until I had to tie you up with my tail.”
With those words, he brings his tail to my wrists and binds them together in an imitation of that first night. And like that first time, I feel a gush of moisture seep out of my pussy. His nose twitches.
