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Watching Issul strip was the best unwrapping ever. Each inch of skin came as a surprise and it seemed like forever since she had seen him unclothed. The dozen hours since they had last been alone were an eternity for her.

She stood and played with her sash while she watched him peel his trousers off to free his peculiarly tipped erection. Sebena walked forward and took him in her hand. She stroked up and down along the hot, silken shaft.

“I have never seen an image of a species put together quite like you.”

His head was thrown back to expose the thick column of his throat. “Zeering has seen to it that I am one of a kind. As are you.”

Her hand slowly explored the sharper tip of his penis, the small opening that called to her thumb. Precum began to come fast and furious at her touch and she realized that it was this that it had been waiting for. When she withdrew the light pressure, the flow ceased, but as long as her thumb circled, a steady emission slicked his skin.

Issul tugged at her robe, unravelling the closure to expose the pale column of skin that she wore.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, trapping his erection between them as she shifted her hips. Her body throbbed, her pulse picked up pace and she felt the same in his body. They moved as one, acted as one and fell to the bed as two, but he joined them quickly with a long thrust to her body.

She lifted her legs to take him deeper as he moved with a hard and fast rhythm. She cried out when the pleasure mounted, groaned when he slowed to torture her with deep, measured thrusts and gasped when her first orgasm caught her by surprise.

He continued to thrust within her and Zeering joined them in the bonds of pleasure. Energy burned along every nerve, driving her senses higher than she should have been able to stand until Issul’s body jerked into her and they connected via their link to Zeering. His pleasure became hers and hers his in that instant.

Through the bridge between them that was Zeering, they rose high and a bright flare of power rippled outward as they clung together.

Issul rolled them to one side and remained inside her, her leg draped over his hip. She sighed and snuggled close, but the horror of the dawn execution replayed in her mind over and over.

“What do we do if they don’t stop trying to kill us, Issul?”

I will remove them from my surface. I am not joking, Sebena. If they will not help their own people by surrendering to my choice, they will leave.

She spoke out loud to keep Issul in the loop. “What if they have nowhere to go?”

I will allow for folk to reapply for colony status, but they will not for one moment forget that they are here because I allow them to be. They do not have a right to lands or property here beyond what I have offered them. I did not choose them, they chose me and I had no voice for their first century of occupation. That has changed and I will not be silent again.

“Okay, as long as we know what we are dealing with, we can make a plan.”

Issul ran his hand down her back, caressing her thigh where it hitched over his hip. “We will be fine. I am sure of it. Nothing will harm you while I am around and you are still officially my bodyguard. We will get through this point in Zeering’s history and centuries from now, we will smile in remembrance at what we have overcome. Consider it part of our courtship period.”

She laughed and pressed against him, rubbing her breasts against the warm plane of his chest. “Did your people engage in this kind of courtship?”

He smiled. “No, we fought for and grabbed our mates. In fact, I think I was attempting to impress a female when I was taken. At this particular moment, I do not regret anything that happened after.”

Sebena reached up and stroked his ear. “Aw, that is so sweet. Don’t worry, I will make you regret it.”

His chuckle moved his stiffening cock inside her. “You plan to make me regret our joining?”

She rocked her hips against his lazily. “Of course, everyone needs a hobby.”

He rolled to his back and caressed her torso slowly. “I think I can offer you a better hobby than regret.”

She rose and fell, an enigmatic smile crossing her lips as she concentrated on the strokes deep within.

Dark and light swirled around them, the glow of Zeering combining with the daylight streaming in through the windows. Sebena watched her lover, her partner and her mate as she took them to the heights of enjoyment and when they were both on the edge, Zeering joined them and tipped them over.

* * * *

Karri listened to the sounds of the Avatars coupling. One day she hoped to find that sort of connection with a male, even if marriage was off the table as High Priestess of Avatar Sebena.

She guarded their door with pride. Her fatigue had been burned off by Sebena’s touch and with her family safe and taken care of she was ready for this new phase of her life.

When a wave of power passed over her, she stood taller. The pleasure that the Avatars were sharing would benefit anyone who was close enough. Karri could feel herself getting stronger, taller and the bruises on her face no longer ached.

It had been shocking to watch her uncle’s head explode, but she realized now that the death her brother had experienced years earlier had been swift and merciful. He had met the planet and burst into flame, without the agony of a slow death.

Karri lifted her pad and created sketches of clothing and hairstyles that would flatter Avatar Sebena and her lovely and exotic hair. If she was to be the high priestess, Karri was going to make sure that her Avatar was impeccably presented at all times. The seamstresses might hate her, but she was going to make sure that every thread was just so for her new mistress.

The moment that Zeering had offered her sisters’ dowries, the Althip clan had irrevocably been made loyal to the Avatars. To be able to marry above their bloodlines was an option that none of her sisters had ever imagined. They may be worker class, but with their attachment to the temple, the Althips now had a social standing that would allow them options.

The speed with which the Avatars had moved to save Karri’s life also warmed her when she remembered it. No matter what others thought about the aliens in their midst, Karri knew one thing. Sebena and Issul would always try to do what was best for the population at large. It was a good focus to have in creatures that could literally move the ground under your feet.

Another wave of power washed over her and Karri laughed. The Avatars were a good match and it seemed they were going to be proving it all day. That was fine, the high priestess would be standing guard, keeping them safe in their distraction.

Something told Karri that it was going to be a full-time occupation for quite a while.

About the Author

Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.