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“Xok,” I curse as the scent of her arousal washes over me like a tidal wave. “Xok…”
“Uhm…Yeah, so we’ll leave you two to it then!” The Va’Rakukanna shouts over her shoulder. She is already running back to the Va’Raku stationed a dozen paces away. When she reaches him, she launches herself into his arms and his ridges explode in a dark purple lust as he carries her back towards the settlement.
I’m breathing hard, panting. My xora is tight in my battle kilt, fighting against it and her shift. Svera wraps her arms around my neck and tries to get her legs around my hips, but her shift is too narrow.
“Anand,” she gasps. “I need you. Please…”
Her chest is heaving. Her eyes are bright and watery and I can feel the tension radiating throughout her back and arms. Her inner thighs are trembling.
“Xok. Is it the…”
She nods. “My Xanaxana. I think…I think this might be the final bond.”
I’m running. Racing through the dense colony streets. “What caused this?” I ask as I run.
“Hu’Raka…” she says on every jolting step. I try to keep my body as centered as possible so as not to jostle her when I run.
I beam. “Hu’Raka? Does this mean you accepted your title?”
“Hexa. But only because you accepted yours. You will take the title of a human?”
“Have you lost your xoking mind? Of course. My Xiveri mate is human and she’s xub’Raku of Voraxia. I must.”
“Augheh,” she squeals, her thighs clenching together tighter. I reach my hand below her ass, feeling for a wetness that I find. My wounds all tear just a little, but Lemoria welded me back together more than fine enough for this.Nothing could keep me from sating her Xiveri bond now.
“Where are we going?” She says, voice twisted and strained as she pulls herself even closer to me, rubbing her breasts up and down my plated chest. “We can’t go to my parents’ house!” She yelps when I head down the dusty lane towards it.
Adobe houses sit on one side of the road, tin shacks on the other. The tin shacks need to begone.I hate the sight of them and I know Raku hates the sight of them. That is where his Rakukanna once lived, so exposed and derelict, unprotected by the elements. I don’t like the adobe homes much better, but they at least have a natural insulation that protects against the bone-cold lunars and the scorching solars.
I pass by Svera’s house on the right and approach the next home in the row. “This is not your parents’ house.”
“Verax…”
“This is my house.” I kick open the front door and wade into the space. “It belonged to a human family…”
“Hexa, of course. This was Sansar and her family’s home. Where…”
“They are in Mathilda’s former home now. I moved them and took this one.”
“Why didn’t you take Mathilda’s house?” She asks me from her back, looking up at me as I lay her down on the divan in the back room. It isn’t anything so comfortable as the nest I had made for her in Qath, but it will do.
The burned, broken and mangled prayer mat hangs on the wall by the only window. Svera is staring at it, her chest heaving even harder the longer she stares.
“God,” she whispers.
“Hexa,” I answer. “I moved here because that house was too far from you.” I remove my kilt and her gaze immediately drops to my xora.
She puffs out a breath and pulls the veil away that she’d been using for the sun. Before it can flutter to the ground completely, I snatch it up. “The first thing your Raka will do for you is bring some xoking trees onto this cursed rock. I will not see you hurting because you’re pink.”
She blinks, confused, then her lips tilt up into a smile. “But I thought you liked my pink parts.”
Her shift slides up her thighs to reveal the brown and pink flower seated at the juncture of her legs. I grab hold of my xora, trying to wrangle it into submission, but precum weeps onto its tip, begging to be sucked.
“Anand, please…”
“Hexa, Svera,” I say, pumping my xora hard. “What do you need?”
“Take me to the garden.”
