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Ursa Dax
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June 13 - June 14, 2025
The quiet male was absolutely besotted with his human wife. Entirely owned by her. If I were not about to so enthusiastically fling myself into the exact same situation, I would have teased him for it.
“Simmer down over there, Silar,” Cherry said. “Simmer… What?” “It just means, like, chill out.” Silar’s brow puckered beneath the brim of his hat. He looked even more mystified than before. “Chilling something is very nearly the opposite of simmering,”
“This is good information,” she said, remaining practical and business-like while Silar appeared to be on the heartsick brink of collapsing under the weight of his love for her.
Cherry had said that Darcy’s hair was pink. I stared dazedly – and perhaps even rather stupidly – at the sky, contemplating the fact that pink really did seem to be the best sort of colour.
A husband? Actually making you happy? What the fuck kind of crazy-ass planet had I landed on?
The second thing I noticed about Fallon was that he was jaw-droppingly, gob-smackingly, good-God-what-have-I-gotten-myself-into gorgeous.
The man could have snapped every stupid bone in his body and he still should have dragged his sorry ass here for Magnolia as far as I was concerned.
“She can sleep in the bed with me and you can sleep in the kitchen if it comes to it!” Cherry said primly, drawing Magnolia protectively against her side. I didn’t know Cherry very well, but she was earning my respect real fucking fast.
And, it turned out, so was Silar. Because instead of complaining about getting booted out of his own bed, he accepted Cherry’s terms immediately without even a whisper of argument. “Alright.”
“You had time to win Cherry over before she found out the truth about you! You had days to talk and… Well, maybe not talk, because you couldn’t talk your way out of an empty room with open, unlocked doors… But even so!
From the moment she’d stepped out of that human craft, she’d been mine. And I was not about to let something as tiny and unimportant as the fact I’d once murdered a man get in the way.
Oh, this was a very good ritual, indeed. Why was this not part of Zabrian culture?
“A bucket,” I echoed. “Am I…” I lowered my voice. “Am I supposed to ejaculate into it?” Was that how I was meant to survive the long ride back home? Magnolia slapped a small hand over her mouth, having heard what I’d said. Cherry snorted and then sighed. “Oh, Fallon, sweetie, no…”
Only once, in the doorway, did she turn to look back at me, making sure I’d followed. She didn’t know me very well yet. Because if she did, she never would have needed to turn around and check.
“Nope. Not sad,” Magnolia confirmed just a little too gleefully. “Seeing your man get all horny and discombobulated has cured me. Any time I’m feeling down from here on out, I’m just going to remember him with his hands on his belt asking if we were all going to stay to watch the next part.”
Yeah, the wedding had kind of been a bit of a shitshow, what with us having to talk Fallon down off the ledge of “mating” me right there on the fucking floor. But I really was glad that Magnolia was smiling again. And if my husband had to act like a horny fucking dork in front of everyone to put that smile on her face, then my embarrassment over the whole ordeal was worth it.
“Fallon’s adorable, though,” Magnolia said. “He was so earnest! And when he realized how wrong he was about where the kiss would lead… I just about died when he was sadly but dutifully doing his belt back up, and being all ‘forgive me, wife,’ about it. What a cutie patootie.”
Yeah. There was a good chance I’d married a very nice, decent, dopey sort of ex-murderer alien who was apparently already halfway in love with me.
He had eyes for her and her only, and expecting him to extend his puny stores of affection to anyone else beyond his wife was simply asking too much.
“A man could read a thousand books on human women and never be any closer to actually understanding them. You’ll have to learn through trial and error and making a complete fool of yourself.”
Forget porn. Jesus Christ, I was certain that I could make myself a million credits just by selling photos of Fallon’s forearms.
And what the hell was I doing, petting the man’s pecs like they were my new favourite baby animals? Oh, God, I was even naming them inside my head. Beefy and Brawny contracted under my touch as Fallon’s breath hitched.
I was weak and I was trapped. Stuck. Bamboozled by Fallon’s boobs, Terra help me.
“It is already taken care of,” Fallon said breezily. Then, more seriously, he added “I can be a provider for you, Darcy. Let me.” So what the hell did this guy need a wife for, then?
OK. This guy was way too nice. I was starting to worry it meant he was going to want some really freaky fucking shit in the bedroom.
She did not tell a single fucking lie. His ears were so adorable it was practically a crime. No one should be allowed to have a face that fine, a body that insane, all topped off with cute little cartoon mousey ears. It went against every single law of nature not to mention my own sense of justice, balance, and fairness.
“How do you feel?” he asked with an intensity that probably should have scared me. “Feverish? Light-headed? Weak from blood loss?” “Blood loss?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “About my wife?” he replied without hesitation. “Always.”
“Do you… Do you need help?” I asked cautiously. Mental help, maybe?
Oh, no. Absolutely not. I was not going to get turned on by my own husband.
“Did you try to colour her hair pink?!” Yup. There was absolutely no mistaking it. The woman in the images had brown hair that appeared to have been covered over with some sort of pink substance. And now that I looked closer, the virile and extremely happy-looking man featured in the poses with the pink-haired lady had a suspiciously orange tint to his skin tone… “Oh. That? Yes,” Fallon said without a hint of artifice, modesty, or guilt, the bastard. “You coloured these images to look more like us?”
I had not known that having a wife would be so incredibly stressful.
Maybe this was why Silar was so tense all the time. He lived in constant terror of something happening to Cherry.
“I’m not skittish,” she protested. “I’m just… I’m just… reserved!” “Yes. My reserved little cat.” “Fallon!” “Drink your tea, little cat.” “Oh my God.”
“Please tell me,” I said, speaking very slowly and trying to keep the shaking out of my voice, “that I did not just mistake a part of your anatomy for a venomous serpent and try to rip it off.”
“I believe,” Fallon panted, “that is exactly what just happened.” Even in his pain, the big dope managed to give me a sweet smile. “Thank you for trying to save me, anyway.” His smile faded and he winced. “But please never do that again. Especially if it’s a real ardu serpent! Empire, I don’t know what I’d do if you’d gotten bitten.”
“Yeah, seriously. What the hell? Why didn’t I get a human-Zabrian porn colouring book!” I cried, throwing up my hands. My guilt about hurting Fallon was getting redirected into rage.
“How is your… um…” I jerked my chin towards his crotch. “Better!” Fallon said instantly. But then he backtracked. “Well, not all the way better. I do think… I do think it might need another kiss treatment later.”
I barked a laugh, my feelings of vulnerability, that wriggly sensation of being exposed, vanishing. Fallon was just too… pure. Horny and pure. The strangest, most oddly delightful combination.
Oh my God. This man was literally turned on just by the idea of being married to me.
Frankly, I found it rather rude that he did not immediately go white-eyed and fall to his knees when confronted with my wife’s beauty for the first time. Garrek just looked at her like he looked at most things – unimpressed at best and irritated at worst.
“Big… feelings?” Garrek asked. Ha! He was one to ask with such an incredulous tone about large feelings when he was the one with eyes as white as his convict-ward’s!
“You don’t seem too interested in small talk, so I’ll cut to the chase,” I said bluntly. Garrek turned his head towards me, his frown deepening. “Who are you going to chase?” he asked, his eyes going to my legs then back to my face. “Can you ride?” “No. I just mean, I’m not going to beat around the bush anymore.” “Is this… after the chase? You chase and beat a bush?”
But Fallon didn’t give me a chance to feel afraid. Because he absolutely froze me with his next words. “Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?” Clit…orosaurus… “My… My what?!” I asked, rearing back to look at him and bumping the back of my head on the wall. “Your clitorosaurus,” Fallon said, very patiently, as if trying to kindly educate me on something instead of saying the most astoundingly absurd thing I’d heard… well… ever. “I read all about it in my book.” “Have you got another book about dinosaurs that I don’t know
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“Try again. Clit-or-us.” “Clito… Clitoroni.” “What? That’s even further away from the original!”
“Sorry!” His eyes flashed white with a combination of dismay and determ...
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I’d thought my wedding was the best day of my life. This was also the best day of my life. I had so many more best days to come with my wife that I nearly tipped over with the force of that joy.
“Being sent here saved my life. Marrying you completed it.”
“Every day,” I seethed, as if my very soul were seeping out from between my teeth, “I thank the sun for rising just so it can shine upon her. Simply to breathe the air beside her is something that I treasure and fight every moment to deserve. I do not care if you do not respect me. But you will respect my wife.”
