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Tara looked at me as if I'd grown Ferven horns. "One. What are you saying? You have more than one?"
Her gaze flicked to my crotch, but she caught herself quickly and focused back on my face. I imagined how she was fighting the temptation to look back at my trousers, which felt way too tight by now.
"I have two," I confirmed. "One is my pleasure cock, which has been active ever since I reached maturity. The other is my mating cock, trapped in a sleeve until my mate releases it during the starlight ritual. Only the mating cock can pass on my seed to a female. And my mate is the only one who will ever get to feel both my cocks inside of her."
Tara sucked in a sharp breath. "Both? At the same time?"
"Of course. I have been told it is even more pleasurable for the female than it is for the male."
Again, she couldn't resist peeking at my crotch. "How does that work? I don't know what Xerven women look like down below, but I doubt there's space for two dicks inside me. Unless they're tiny. Wait, what size - no, never mind." Her cheeks reddened again. Adorable.
"They will fit," I reassured her. "My mating cock will change shape to match your physiology. It's why Xervens can find mates among other species. We're...flexible."
Tara giggled. "You don't want to know what I'm thinking just now. But that means your, what did you call it, pleasure cock can't make a woman pregnant?"
"It cannot. It is only there to help a male gather experience which will in turn help him pleasure his future mate properly. But nobody has ever seen or touched my mating cock, not even I. It is for you alone."
"That's almost romantic, if a little weird." She laughed again. "So what does that ritual entail?"
"Usually, the couple's family will attend, but I don't want my sire to be part of it and your family-"
"I don't have one," she interrupted brusquely.
I'd noticed that she'd never mentioned wanting to return to her family during our fights, only her home. It had made me realise her family was either dead or estranged from her. One day, I'd ask her, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. Not now that we were so close to becoming permanent mates.
"We will do the ritual together, just us," I continued. "Unless you want An'tia to watch."
Tara's wide grin returned. "No way."
"I agree. We will both cleanse ourselves, then present our naked bodies to each other. It signifies openness and trust. There are some old Xerven words we have to say, but you can simply follow my lead. Then you remove the sleeve of my mating cock and-"
"Wait," she interrupted. "This is terribly unromantic. I don't want to hear all of it in advance. It might put me off going through with it. Right now, I'm crazy enough to do your ritual. I should probably wait and take off my rose-tinted glasses, but fuck it. If An'tia thinks we're to be together, then so be it. It's not like I have anything waiting for me on Earth. I always wanted to travel. And we won't have to stay on your planet all the time, right? We can visit my friends. Who probably believe I'm dead by now. Maybe not such a good idea. I should-"
I put a finger on her lips, silencing her. "Yes. We can go wherever you want. Once my sire determines that I have completed the job, I will be paid and will have the resources to give you the life you deserve."
"I will find some sort of job," Tara promised. "I don't want to be a lone little housewife. I don't know what I'll be able to do on your planet, but I definitely won't sit at home all day, waiting for you to come home."
"I never expected you to stay at home," I said quickly. "You could start as my apprentice, working with stabhorns. You're so good with An'tia that I don't think it'll take long for you to learn how to care for other stabhorns. We could make a business out of it. Our own stabhorn park."
Tara shot me one of her beautiful smiles. "I like that. As long as none of them try to matchmake again. I don't want to be stabbed."
I laughed. "After the starlight ritual, even the most stubborn stabhorn will know that we're together. There will never be another female in my life. Never. You're the one, Tara Crawford. Are you ready for the ritual?"
She bit her bottom lip. With every click that passed in silence, my heart grew heavier, until she finally nodded. "Yes. I'm ready."
Lesson 12: Advanced Mating Techniques
Tara
Alone in the shower room, doubts flooded in at the same time as the cleansing fog covered my body. Was I rushing into something? What if I never came to love Bruin? Right now, I liked him, a lot, despite all his mistakes and blunders, but it wasn't love. At least it couldn't be, not after a week. Right? That flutter in my belly when I thought of him was just nerves about the ritual. It wasn't more than that. Love was something that happened over time, not the moment you met. Instant love was reserved for books and films, not reality. But the thought of not being with him hurt. It was strange how quickly it had all changed. Yet it felt right. Natural.
I ran my hands over my body, once again wishing I had a sponge or cloth. I wanted to be squeaky clean for Bruin. I had no razor either, but I rarely bothered shaving back home. I wouldn't start with it now. I shouldn't want to change my habits for Bruin. He'd have to accept me with some fluff included.
Once the fog in the shower room disappeared, I hesitated. It was only Bruin and me on the ship, but I also didn't want to walk around naked.
"Andromeda, I need a robe."
A cupboard door appeared on one wall that had been smooth a second ago. I opened it to find a long purple robe made from a silky material. The purple was almost the shade of Bruin's skin. Just like all the clothes the ship had provided, it fit me perfectly. Feeling more confident with the robe covering my body, I stepped out of the shower room. The corridor was dimly lit like it always was at night, even though it was only late afternoon. Bright flecks of light on the floor led the way.
