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She wears a dress today, not the black one, but a dark green one made of knitted material. It is growing colder here in the New Jersey. This one clings to her as well, and I am mesmerized as she slowly tucks her fingers beneath the hem and pulls it up and over her head. Beneath it, her breasts sit in black cups strapped up to her shoulders. From waist to toe, she is covered by a tight black legging that is not entirely opaque. I reach out and pull her against me, fascinated by her chest which sits at my eye level.
I push those black straps down from her shoulders and dip my fingers into the cups, needing to feel her. I function fully on instinct, not stopping to think about any of the strange ideas that flood my brain. Her breasts fill my hands and I squeeze them, relishing the weight of them and their softness. They are paler than the rest of her golden tan skin, with perfect dark pink peaks. My mouth is on them in an instant, and I lick at them like I licked at her hot tongue when we kissed each other. She sighs with pleasure, spurring me on. I push the cups down frantically and take one of her nipples into my mouth. A delighted giggle comes from her and she helps me by reaching behind her back and unhooking her covering so it falls away.
“You are like an idol,” I tell her, thinking of the shining stone statues in the Archaic temples.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but I’m guessing it’s good?”
“In Archaic Kar’Kal, the most powerful families worshiped their ancestors like gods and would build temples to honor them and the place of their burial. Inside, you can find statues of their most beloved breeding mates, carved with their breasts on display.”
“Mmm,” she says, as I suckle on her other nipple. “And are they beautiful?”
“Yes, beautiful,” I say. “I have seen them many times, outside the capitol cities, but I thought them symbols of a harmful time. Now, I suppose I can understand. I would build a great stone temple to this sight before me. I would kneel and give gifts before it.”
My words must be useful because she smiles at them. With my mouth still latched to her breast, I trail my fingers down to the leg coverings. They are thin and smooth to the touch. I tuck my fingers beneath the waist band and try to tug the tight things away. They stretch as I pull and then rip like paper. Startled, I stop. She now has a big hole at her hip. I feel like the uncivilized Deviant I’ve become, ruining her things because I am pawing at her desperately.
But Ella just laughs. “Hey, don’t worry. These things are the worst. I’ve ripped my fair share.”
She wiggles her ass as she tugs them down and slithers out of the coverings. Once she is out of them, they have condensed to the size of a black ball, no bigger than Ella’s delicate fist. “Damn pantyhose,” she mutters.
“Ella,” I groan, dropping my head into my hands. “Do you not think me a monster? All I can think of is getting between your thighs. So I tear things apart like an animal. This is what our culture has fought to eradicate…”
She is so ready, so willing to be claimed. She’s showing me pleasures I couldn’t imagine before. Now that I have her here, all I want to do is take her, control her, tear the clothes from her body. And it scares me. To feel something so intense—can it possibly be good? Or will it only lead to destruction?
“Hey, hey,” she whispers and rushes to sit beside me on the bed. “It’s okay. A toddler could rip those. They’re cheap—”
“No, no, it is more than just that,” I say, my stomach roiling as I finally let my higher mind stop and ruminate on my actions. “I confess to you that I would build a temple to you and kneel at your feet. Last night, I fought the desire to take advantage of you after my own negligent poisoning of your mind—”
“We already talked about that,” she says, “It wasn’t your fault and you didn’t do anything.”
“But what if I did?” I ask. “I will confess this as well. I told you I listened to you speak with that male in the parking lot. What I didn’t tell you is that when I realized he wanted you for his own mate, I felt a bout of rage then and my hands shook because I could hardly contain it. What else will I do? What would I have done if you had returned his attentions?”
She frowns. “This is all new to you,” she says, softening her voice and rubbing her hand over my back in a soothing ma
“And what will I do once I have had you?” I clasp her chin in my hands and search her eyes. “You told me you’d like to see me lose control. But have you thought ahead and wondered— if you let me make you mine, will I allow you leave me? Do you think a man who builds temples to his breeding mate will let her go without a fight?”
There it is. The flicker of fear. At least she is sensible enough to feel it, like I do. I don’t know much about human culture still, but I fear she has made herself used to males that beat their chests and demand a female’s attention with force. Males like this James Bond. In the movie, he took the female by the neck and pushed her up against the wall and she kissed him. I felt like I was looking at a mirror of what I want my instinctual self wishes to do to my Ella. But deep down I know that she does not want to be claimed by me like an object. She opens her mouth, but hesitates.
Before she can tell me that everything is fine, as I know she wishes to do, I begin to tell her a story. “One of the last great leaders of Archaic Kar’Kal— Ka’lakka, they were called, the Spirit Chosen… His name was Makiva. The Azza invaders landed in his territory while his family stayed by the shores of the jewel sea. The Azza took the coasts piece by piece to cut off any supplies to the capitol city, eventually ransacking the sea town where Makiva’s mate and young children were. The largest population was in the city, but the Azza had his female. When the time came that Makiva should have waited them out behind his fortifications, he negotiated to retrieve his mate. He betrayed every citizen in his territory, took his mate and the smallest of their children, and abandoned Kar’Kal forever.”
Her tiny hands tighten on my shoulders. She presses me back onto her cloud-like bed. “Kila,” she sighs. “You are not betraying your people by spending time with a woman. If that story is true, then Makiva made his own decision… His cock didn’t make it for him.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the throbbing of my cock, still hard from the sight of Ella, still damp from the heat of her talented mouth.
“As for me,” she continues, “And the things you say you would do for me or because of your possessive feelings towards me… I don’t believe for a second that you could be capable of doing something so selfish and dangerous to other people. I know I haven’t known you that long, but I don’t see an ounce of that kind of behavior in how you act.”
I must tell her everything. Then, she will understand how selfish and dangerous I truly am, even without a breeding mate to protect. I reach for her hand and she squeezes it gently, eyes full of sympathy for me. Soon, that soft look will be gone, I am sure of it. Soon, it will be replaced by the fear and mistrust I truly deserve. I decide to cherish that illusion by memorizing her face now, and the way she earnestly stares into my eyes, believing I am as good as she is.
“I will provide you the evidence, and then you will see what I mean,” I say.
A confused frown appears on her lips.
“Let me tell you about my first command unit, and what happened during that last mission.”
She nods slowly.