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“We sure do.” I nod and side step out of my chair to dramatically offer him my right hand. “And I will tease you about the matching outfitslater. Right now, we have to hurry. You have a bill to get passed.”
“Yes, and you are mymeal ticketinto the embassy.” Vrajan chuckles and leads the way out of my bedroom. I pop my lips and shake my head at him.
“Meal ticket? Really? You went there?”
“You do lookravishing,my Queen.”
“Keep the smooth talk for the debate, big buy.” I snigger as we walk up to the docking bay. “Are you ready for this? It’s a month ahead of schedule?” I hold his hand tightly as he hesitates to answer me. “Vrajan?” He turned his head and his lilac eyes were bright.
“I have been waiting for this moment from the first time my Mother gave me this crown, and appointed me as the Dynast. Yes, Valerie. I am ready for this.”
“Ay fucking ay.” I smirk and wink up at him. “Let’s go kick their asses.”
“Yes dear.” He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckles through his veil. “And once I’mCouncillorDynast to the Korvian Hive, we will celebrate.”
“OOoo. And how will we be celebrating?” I giggle, already knowing where his mind is from the way he’s looking at me. Hereallylikes this outfit, but I have a feeling I won’t be wearing it for very long once we return home. Fine by me.
“In the traditional way.” I raise a brow at him and smirk at the seductive lull to his gravelly voice.
“Which is?” I dare him to elaborate with a grin. Vrajan leans down with a slow chuckle in his throat.
“Why my Queen? With my fangs in your neck and my cock in your pussy, of course.”
“Oh. Of course.” I clear my throat and blush deeply. He’sreallycome out of his shell as of late. He still blushes a hell of a lot, but he’s much more forward with his desires than in the beginning. I like it. “Thattraditional way. Yeah.” He giggles, amused by my fluster, so I raise the other hand to give him the middle finger. “Bite me.” I smirk, seeing how my taunt makes him think of feeding and sex, andheblushes too. Good. That still works. If he’s going to tease me, he can have some of his own medicine too. The dock connected to a transfer shuttle and we headed towards, what we hope, is the bright future of the Korvis.
Chapter 31
The Bill
Vrajan.
I meant what I told Valerie. I have been preparing for this debate long since she became my feeding companion. I am eager to represent my people, and push down the nervous buzzing in my stomach. I need to be cool, calm, and calculating in my address. I need to work all the positive angles regarding my companionship with Valerie, and I must come across as non-threatening. Bow my head to everyone, including that slippery Prelka Getrata. Keep my voice soft and quiet, and my frame smaller and relaxed. Holding Valerie’s hand fills me with warmth and confidence. We’re not due a feed for another two hours, and even if we’re a little late, that’s fine. Valerie and I have been an hour to two hours late with a feed before, and neither of us have felt anything other than an increased libido. Part of the bonding succour’s affect to encourage the feeding and mating. Worst case scenario, this takes 4 hours, and we have a rather wild romp upon our return. Something to look forward to.
We turn heads as we arrive at the security docks outside. Valerie looks like she is my bonded already, dressed the way she is. If she had worn a veil, they might even think she was a shorter female Korvis. Only, our Queens never leave the Hive they govern, and females are rarer than males in comparison. Her fingers and mine are woven together like they naturally fit together.
It takes us over an hour to get through all the security gates leading up to the Theskian Council Embassies. In a chamber that connects them all together, the Councillors assemble to negotiate and debate various bills. I hope dearly that one day very soon a Korvian embassy will be built and attached to the main council chamber.
“You’ve got this.” Valerie squeezes my hand and I purr at her confident smile.
“We’vegot this.” I squeeze her hand back, and together we are escorted by elite guards towards the council chamber. Most are Prelka and Sacron, but a rather tense fellow to my right is a Qeknian. They all wear white combat suits, boots, protective vests and helmets. The Prelka wear two helmets, the Sacron’s uniform has four arm sleeves, and the Qeknian has holes for his green wings at his back, and in his helmet for his antennae. “Here we go.” I take a deep breath, smile behind my veil, and wait patiently as two of the guards enter a security code to open up the inner chamber.
“No swearing, no scowling, no sass.” I chuckle in my throat at her self chastisement under her breath. We walk together into the large domed room. The walls are blue with white sweeping archways leading up to the high roof. In the middle of the chamber is a circular platform to address the podiums surrounding it. Each held the sigil of the people it represented on a purple fabric banner hanging down the front of the podium.
The planet Earth symbol is a tree standing brimming with leaves. Justina stands behind it with a bright smile. To her right is a podium with the Sacron symbol of four hands holding onto the forearm of the other to make a circle. Olphan nods to me and his neck frills are relaxed against his neck. Ninthor stands behind the next podium, which has the sigil of the Qeknian people on it. Four wings around a spear. It’s the spear of knowledge, but it’s still a weapon. For their kind, knowledgeisa weapon. A tall watery tank with an attached chute to swim away if required, is Pharom. He is wearing his mighty coral crown and some of his tentacles have adhered themselves by suckers to the glass to keep himself in place behind the Tallahestra podium. Their symbol is a spiral of suns, as their planet has many. To our right is Getrata at his podium. His people have recently changed their sigil from their two faced goddess of victory, complete with weapons and bleeding fangs, to something moretame.The Dvaktia bird is famous on their home world for shimmering gold in sunlight, so the Prelka have chosen it as the symbol to represent how civilised they now are.
I am escorted to a podium with no sigil. Unlike the others which are welded to the floor, mine is on wheels like it’s been moved in here temporarily. I smile, intending to change that in this debate.
“Greetings.” I bow low to them all in turn, amused at the furious look on Getrata’s faces as I have turned up and foiled his plans. My lilac eyes are full of ambition as I mentally put my speech in order once more. “It is an honour to stand before you today and discuss in detail the benefits of passing the proposed bill to allow my entry into the council.”
“And it is an honour to have you here, Dynast.” Justina nodded to me, and then glanced over at Valerie. “As it is to see you again, Miss Stone.”
“Thank you.” She clumsily curtseys, and I resist the urge to either giggle or coo at her.
“But she can’t be here.” Getrata’s left head snapped.
“Councillors and petitioners only.” His right head chuckled. “So you’recompanionwill have to wait outside.”
“Dynast?” Valerie grips my hand tightly and I turn to cup her cheek to reassure her.
