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Chapter 10

Yorix

D ating, an activity where humans do platonic things for enjoyment to foster a bond. Yes, that is what I was told during my in-processing. It’s much like what mated couples do after joining, only humans also do it before with a person they believe they may wish to form a mate bond with.

I am elated. My Bride wishes to date with me before engaging in drinking coffee and then mating. I do not recall learning anything about a coffee ritual, but I do know that I often see humans going to the cafes together to “have a coffee,” as they put it. I have observed the deep delight such an invitation elicited, so it must be an important thing friends do that borders on ceremony. This must mean that when we drink the coffee before our mating, she will be accepting that I am not only her mate, but her closest friend. I wish for this very much, and so I pay close attention as she explains this “Goofy Golf”.

“Shoot!” she exclaims as the small, white, dimpled ball bounces against the slowly turning blade of what she called a “windmill”. “I thought I’d timed that right!”

Mine, of course, goes in easily.

She laughs. “Of course, a warrior with superior reflexes will not miss his shot,” she teases.

“You simply need more practice,” I replied. “We should date here again.”

“Yeah? You like coming here?”

“It is not a terrible way to pass the time when it is with you. I wish to date you again and again, just as I wish to bury my face in your sweet cunt and eat you out until scream, before impaling you on my cock.”

She stares at me in shock, glancing around.

“You really have no filter, do you?”

I shrugged. “There is no one around who should be spared hearing what I said, and I believe in being honest with you, always.”

She sobered immediately. “Me too,” she said quickly. “That fib I told Chris, I’m not usually like that, and I already regret it.”

“You saw a male in immense pain and wished to spare him further harm. Your lie was the same as when a medic says, ‘You will only feel a cool mist,’ only to find the drug he has given you only feels cool as it goes into your skin.”

She giggles. “Oh, yeah. They do that on Earth, too. “Just a little pinch!” then your arm is sore for days!” She lets out a small sigh. “Still, I shouldn’t have done it. He’s an adult and already knows other people have good parents and nice families. I could have just said something about having my cat back home and not mentioned anyone else at all unless he asked. You know, avoiding the parents thing still, but not lying.”

I nodded.

“I won’t ever lie to you,” she promised.

“Nor I to you,” I vowed back.

She smiled happily at that, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Then she moved to line up her shot, and this time, her ball went in.

“Yeah!” she shouted, raising the club in the air. “Booyah! Take that, you stupid windmill!”

I laughed at her silliness, and she joined in. The rest of the game passed quickly, and we were both honestly surprised when my kunnarskyn chimed.

“Our quarters are ready?” she guessed as I read the message.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Okay, well, the attendant said we could come back anytime to play the three games and still get the fridge magnet.”

She really wanted that magnet, I could tell. A romantic memento of our first date - I wished for that too. She’d explained how it would adhere to the chiller unit and be a daily reminder every time we saw it. I like that idea and thought it was a great concept worth exporting.

We walked to the exit, hand in hand, and gave the attendant our clubs back.

“Please come again!” the human female said as we took our leave.

“We will! We need to claim our magnet!” I called back, and both she and my mate laughed.

“Come on, you big lug. Take me home and show me just how much you want to eat me out,” she said once the elevator doors closed.

“We can skip the drinking of the coffee?”

“The drinking-oh, sugar!” Peals of laughter filled the small space. The doors opened, and she looked up at me mischievously. “Baby doll, saying come in for a night cap or a coffee is a euphemism for come in and,” she lowered her voice as we reached the main promenade area full of people, “sex each other up.”

My skin itched unbearably once more, and my cock strained painfully against my pants. I needed to free myself of my clothing, and she of hers.

“Then I need to drink some coffee very much,” I told her, hurrying my steps, pulling her along.

I could smell her own desire on her.

“Me too, baby, me too.”

Our quarters were only two decks away, which was entirely too far.