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Ursa Dax
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June 14 - June 14, 2025
The man gave me major stressed-out-dad-who-regrets-bringing-his-kids-camping energy.
I tried to ignore the fact that I was now rather pathetically envious of Killian, disappointed that Magnolia had not also referred to me as sweetened piss.
You can’t scare me when you’ve got a frown like the Old-Earth devil himself but the ears of a child’s plush toy.”
“What are you doing?” Killian asked me, cocking his head in confusion at my uncharacteristic clumsiness. Oh, nothing. Just casually losing my mind.
For a moment, it was very difficult to form words. Had I ever learned to speak? It somehow seemed unlikely.
“You don’t have to dunk down if you’re afraid,” he told me, repeating the motion. “I can help you get your hair wet first.” Luckily, the next handful of water dripped into my eyes, so I could pretend I wasn’t crying.
The expression transformed his entire face. His fangs gleamed, his eyes lit with a soft, warm white, and, Jesus Christ on a cracker, did the man have a fucking dimple?!
“So relieve yourself of this morose guilt, Garrek. I find that I have very little patience for it. I do not want her if she does not want me. You’re free. Love her and marry her and don’t you dare waste a moment of that happiness.”
“You,” I choked out, not wanting to believe his words. I wanted punishment, pain, something. “You are too reasonable. Can’t you at least hit me or something?”
“Hit you?” Oaken grinned. “You are older than me. I don’t want to fight an old ma...
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“Thank you.” I opened my arms to him, holding them awkwardly out at my sides. He gawked at me. “What the blazes are you doing?” “Don’t say blazes. And I am doing a human hug.” He reared back in alarm. “To me?” “Yes, to you. Who else?” Killian made a show of looking around the place. As if there were someone else waiting just behind him, ready to receive my hug in his stead. “All you have to do is put your arms around me,” I told him impatiently. “And then what?” he asked suspiciously. “And then we just… stand there.” “Doing a hug.” “Precisely.” “That… sounds stupid.” “I know,” I admitted. “But
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“I think Magnolia has done a hug to me before,” he said at length. “It was nice when she did it.” Then he wrinkled his nose at me, a look that clearly meant it would not be so nice if I were to do it. “It was only a thought,” I said gruffly, lowering my arms. “Wait!” Killian sounded absolutely affronted. “You can’t take my hug back now!”
His eyes were a deep, rich brown. The precise shade that the brown parts of Magnolia’s eyes took on when the sun hit them.
“I want to marry you,” he said. “I want to build a life with you. Family. With you and Killian both.” My battered heart took flight. “I’m not Oaken. I’m not the man you came here for. But I can be the man you need. And I’ll work every day to be the man who deserves you.” His jaw flexed. His eyes searched mine. “If… If you’ll have me.” “Why, Garrek,” I murmured, happiness warming every inch of me, “Are you asking me to marry you?” “Asking. Pleading. I’ll beg you if I have to,” he groaned. “Get down on my knees and… Wait. I am already on my knees.”
“A guide to what?” “To… To understanding human females.” I gave a shout of laughter, because wasn’t that the most dopily optimistic thing I’d ever heard.
“I learned,” he huffed on a hoarse breath, “about mating positions. And female erogenous zones. Like the clitohorses.” Clito-what-now?
My finger paused in its languorous exploration of Garrek’s silken tip. “The what?” “And your nip-holes.”
A girl had to seize the moment… And the alien dick.
“Are you,” Garrek panted, “talking to my cock tail?” “Somebody has to,” I told him as the cock tail pulsed around my finger. “That thing was going crazy!”
Garrek looked like he was gearing up for more complaints. Luckily, I’d discovered the secret strategy to silencing grumpy Garrek. That strategy was licking his big blue dick.
“You never need to beg me for anything, Magnolia.” It was a stoic, sacred vow. “Never.”
“You did a hell of a job hiding it.” “Glad to hear it,” he said dryly. “I’ll have you know that trying to conceal my feelings caused me a significant amount of stress.”
Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: You should have seen it, Cherry. He looked at me like I was yesterday’s bracku milk. Dark eyes for days. Then gets one look at Magnolia and it’s moon-eyes galore. Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: OK that’s actually so romantic though.
Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: Technically any strong emotion. Anger. Fear. But typically, when a Zabrian male’s eyes light up like that when he sees a woman… Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: IT MEANS HE WANTS TO BANG THE SHIT OUT OF HER. EVEN IF SHE’S ALREADY ENGAGED.
Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: Same. If you’re happy, then so am I. And I suppose I can’t fault Garrek for having absolutely banger fucking taste in human ladies.
“I read in the book the warden sent to my tablet that it is customary for a bride to have a bouquet,” he said. “A bouquet of… grass?” I asked, taking the jar from him. Oaken looked confused, then crestfallen. “Blast. Is that not right? The translation was not very clear. It only mentioned a bouquet of plant matter.” My heart was going to crumple into a tiny, papery ball if he kept looking so sad about my weird little wedding bouquet.
