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“No!” He rushed towards the door, the suddenness of his movement actually rippling my hair with the breeze. “I must reprogram my construction robots to prepare a space for your treatment. It will take a significant amount of time to prepare, so do not wait on me to take care of your needs. There is a kitchen unit connected to the common room. You can control everything in the facility with your wristband. The yellow doors are part of an airlock and lead to the outside, so do not open them without a protective suit on.”
Then he was gone.
“Heeeeey,” I called out after him, feeling suddenly petulant and unhappy. “That’s not… I thought we were going to…”
I let out a groan.
“It's our honeymoon!” I shouted after him. “WE AGREED TO FUCK!”
Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone around live streaming me.
He didn’t come back.
This was not what I wanted at all.
My sexual frustration and disappointment settled into acceptance. This wasn’t what I wanted but it was what I needed. I needed some time and space to myself so I could edit the wedding video and record a ‘real real’ talk for my fan base.
If I wasn’t going to consummate my marriage, then I might as well get to work.
It was time to start getting people back on my side.
[ 19 ]
AESON
My mate was tormenting me on purpose.
The new structure required significant focus to setup the build instructions and monitor the machinery. This wasn’t as simple as the honeymoon dome suites. I had to be on site, monitoring the intricate construction.
There were internal monitoring cameras in the common area of the honeymoon dome, but not in the private sections, so every so often I checked in on my mate when she was in the common area to see what she was doing. She had been talking in that animated exaggerated way to her wristband and then using some of the apps that had been ported over from her previous device.
From what I had gathered, this had something to do with her work.
That behavior wasn’t what tormented me.
I’d avoided going back into the honeymoon suite, only checking in on her to make sure she was doing well. Two of her human sleep cycles passed and the new build was almost complete. I had put in an urgent request with the Norratar doctor for particular scenery needs, and they had sent in the parts I needed that were too complex for my construction equipment to manufacture. The last part of the build was underway, the connection between the honeymoon suites and one of the external airlocks. This brought me physically closer to the dome of the common room; I was in sight of it.
I couldn’t see it, of course.
The translucent capabilities of the windows were perfect for looking out, but I wasn’t going to leave my mate exposed to long range photography from human satellites, so the translucent setting was only one way.
I’d been outside the dome for some time before I thought to check the common room cameras.
That was where my torment began.
My mate had taken off all of her coverings.
She was wearing two small pieces of fabric. The top one had two tiny red triangles that barely covered the tips of her mounds as they bulged out from underneath the scant protection. The other covering was a string that circled her hips that held an equally tiny red patch of fabric directly over the gentle mound between her legs.
She had nothing else on.
She was lounging, draped across one of the human chairs I had provided, her back arched as she lazily traced one finger down the center of her breastbone. From where she was positioned, I could guess that she was looking at me through the window, watching me.
I turned to face her, seeing only my own reflection on the outside.
I glanced at the camera, to see her sitting up, spreading her legs wide as she scooted forward on the chair. She began running her hands along her inner thighs and she bit one of her perfect lips with her teeth. She traced the edge of the lower covering with one finger.
She was taunting me, that I was certain.
