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“No, it’s not as bad as you think. You will go into the bedroom and lock the door, like you said. And you can work on your tablet and sleep in there. I won’t disturb you. I need to finish this baby blanket for a coworker of mine who is going to have a baby soon. I will be fine sleeping on this couch. And you can sleep in the other room and I won't bother you.”
I chuckle that she thinks it’s that easy.
“It's not that easy?” she questions.
“No, I can still scent you. Your pheromones are nearby. I can sense your heat. It will be difficult for me to stay away. I want to apologize ahead of time for what I might possibly do. Fair warning that I will do my best to seduce you into taking off all your clothes and spreading your thighs for me.”
She swallows. “Does that mean you’ll try to force me to…”
I scent her fear, which I hate. “No, Sabine. You have nothing to worry about. It is against the law for Korn to drink blood without consent. We are all taught this from the time we first learn to walk and talk. This is a strong ethic that we do not break. You will have to clearly tell me to take you for it to happen. If you don’t do that—I will not drink from you. But, as I was trying to explain before, I will get better and better at talking you into giving that consent. I will definitely wait until you say yes, but it's very likely that you'll say yes.”
“Oh, you think you're that good?”
I shrug. “I am Korn.”
She gestures down at her perfect body. “I just want you to know I'm wearing my ugliest underwear. I'm dressed kind of frumpy today because I did nothing with my hair except put it into a ponytail. I'm not even wearing any makeup. You're lucky I brushed my teeth before I came over because I just thought I was going to be on vacation alone.”
“None of this matters. You are the most beautiful female I've ever met. Your hair is glorious and your features exquisite. And your body begs to be touched.”
“You’re good at this,” she confirms.
I grin then ask more questions about the blanket she’s creating. She happily explains her knitting plan. Eventually Sabine asks more questions about my life too, which is nice. She’s not the type of being to talk only of herself. She seems to naturally make sure our discourse is balanced.
“It sounds like you come from a wealthy and well-connected family. On Earth I’m none of those things,” she warns. “I’m just a normal person from a middle-class family. Maybe you and I and won’t have anything in common because I wasn’t raised amongst wealth and didn’t go to a fancy college. You need to think of that before you decide to try and ‘seduce’ me. You might be getting a lemon.”
“Is this considered a barrier to mating on your planet?”
“Well, yes. Socio-economic levels. Ethnicities. Religions…all these sometimes get in the way of marriages. Not that they should, but they do.”
“On Korn we have different tribes and family lines that become important, but mates are paramount. Family feuds and wars came between mated blood pairs in ancient times—those are considered tragedies and cautionary tales. Mates can be found anywhere and are considered sacrosanct.”
“If I were to become your blood mate your family and friends would truly accept me and try to befriend me, even though I’m not Korn and they’ve never met me before?”
“Of course. Would your human family and friends accept a Korn?”
She chuckles. “Oh, they would love you. My brother would want to take your car for a drive and talk your ear off about cars in general. My sister would love your black leather. And my mom would just love boasting about a Korn son-in-law to her friends. It would be a win-win.”
“I would like to meet your family,” I say, truthfully.
She gives me a sharp glance. “Wow, you really are good at this.”
I stare back with the challenge of Korn blood mating in my heated gaze.
She exhales and puts down her knitting. “Has it ever happened that Korns have said no to each other during the blood frenzy?”
“There have been a few times in our history. The stories told are rare. Once a secretly pleasure mating couple went into frenzy for each other, except their families were warring factions. They tried to deny, but only lasted so long and they gave in and were banished by their families. There was another one that was similar—two warring families. The couple was young and committed suicide together rather than give in to the blood frenzy because they were both worried that the families again would be angry.”
“It sounds like a story we callRomeo and Juliet.”
“Those are rare and sad stories. Legends told typically tell of Korn accepting blood mates during frenzy and being allowed to take the choice their bodies have matched, because the frenzy is never wrong. We deeply believe that who our body chooses is right for us.”
“But in this instance, I’m a human and you don't even know me. How can that choice be right? Maybe it’s a mistake?”
“You are the one,” I answer with complete confidence.
Her whole body softens and she moves a bit closer.
We both grow quiet again. Sabine continues with her knitting. I try to respond to a series of messages that I will keep and batch send later. But I find it hard to concentrate, especially as time goes by. An hour later the strength of the blood antidote recedes. I watch the movement of her fingers, wondering what they’d feel like wrapped around my leaking shaft.
