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Story: Possessive Alien Mate
“That is why the doctor is here today,” he continued. “Because my people have developed a treatment that allows our human females to live much longer lives than they would otherwise live. The doctor is here to administer your first treatment.”
“What-what kind of treatment?”
“Healing nanobots and a vitamin infusion. I promise it won’t hurt.” He rose to his feet. “You needn’t fear a thing. I’ll be right back, I’m going to answer the door before the doctor leaves.”
Tyra sank back in her seat, still shocked by her recent conversation with Rem. To her relief, the doctor had a kindly manner about him and he was in and out in less than twenty minutes. And, just as Rem had promised, the treatment didn’t hurt. In fact, she felt rather energized afterward.
“I apologize for not informing you of the doctor’s visit sooner. I had planned to schedule him to come administer your treatment in a few days, but he insisted on coming today.” Rem sat beside her and drew her hands into his.
“You needn’t apologize,” she said. “I’m not mad. I’m very surprised, but I’m not mad. How, er, exactly how long will I likely live now?”
“As long as you have a treatment about every thirty days, you should live as long as the average Marttiaxoxalian.”
“Four hundred years?”
“Yes.” He lifted one of her hands to his lips, turned it slightly, and kissed the soft underside of her wrist. “By my estimates, we have about three hundred years remaining together.”
She sighed deeply, feigning exasperation.
“Well, then,” she said, “I suppose it’s a good thing I love you so much.”
“And that I love you,” he added, drawing her closer. “Now, come, my sweet mate. We’re going to spend the morning upstairs.”
“Just the morning?” She shrugged her shoulders in a dramatic fashion. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t expect a full day out of you. I mean, you are kind of an old man.”
He growled and swept her up into his arms. “This old man is about to make you very, very sore, my sweet mate.”
Her breath caught at the feral gleam in his dark eyes.
“Promise?” she asked.
“Promise.”
THE END
“What-what kind of treatment?”
“Healing nanobots and a vitamin infusion. I promise it won’t hurt.” He rose to his feet. “You needn’t fear a thing. I’ll be right back, I’m going to answer the door before the doctor leaves.”
Tyra sank back in her seat, still shocked by her recent conversation with Rem. To her relief, the doctor had a kindly manner about him and he was in and out in less than twenty minutes. And, just as Rem had promised, the treatment didn’t hurt. In fact, she felt rather energized afterward.
“I apologize for not informing you of the doctor’s visit sooner. I had planned to schedule him to come administer your treatment in a few days, but he insisted on coming today.” Rem sat beside her and drew her hands into his.
“You needn’t apologize,” she said. “I’m not mad. I’m very surprised, but I’m not mad. How, er, exactly how long will I likely live now?”
“As long as you have a treatment about every thirty days, you should live as long as the average Marttiaxoxalian.”
“Four hundred years?”
“Yes.” He lifted one of her hands to his lips, turned it slightly, and kissed the soft underside of her wrist. “By my estimates, we have about three hundred years remaining together.”
She sighed deeply, feigning exasperation.
“Well, then,” she said, “I suppose it’s a good thing I love you so much.”
“And that I love you,” he added, drawing her closer. “Now, come, my sweet mate. We’re going to spend the morning upstairs.”
“Just the morning?” She shrugged her shoulders in a dramatic fashion. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t expect a full day out of you. I mean, you are kind of an old man.”
He growled and swept her up into his arms. “This old man is about to make you very, very sore, my sweet mate.”
Her breath caught at the feral gleam in his dark eyes.
“Promise?” she asked.
“Promise.”
THE END