Ah-Lanah, on the other hand, tuts her mouth and gives his chest a teasing slap. “Don’t tell him that!” she says, her voice a little higher and louder than it had been. Little Nova, obviously thinking this is a new game, delights in raining her small youngling palms down on her father’s chest too, copying her mother.
“It worked with you,” Mavyx says, ignoring the tiny female attacking him. Instead, he seems to will his skin-stars to start dancing for her. Nova stops slapping my fearsome Second Spear in favor of squealing and clapping her hands when two bright pink skin-stars start sparring and spinning together right in front of her on his chest.
I eye the mated pair and their daughter before me. Maybe I need to learn more about this sacred ritual of cunt touching. I have learned that there are a few words for the area between a female’s legs where she is cockless. Cunt is one of them. Pu-say another. I have overheard Chaz-Titi use a number of different words including ‘coo-chee’, ‘bee-ver’, and the odd sounding, ‘penis-fly-trap’.
Why the area between a female’s legs would be a trap of any kind, I do not know, but I suspect I would happily be trapped by my Bea.
There is much I am yet to learn about females - aboutmyfemale.
“Alright, I think it’s time to feed the little lady,” Ah-Lanah says, holding out her arms, gesturing to her mate to hand her daughter back.
Mavyx does not comply. Instead he hoists Nova higher in his arms. “I will feed her while she helps me shout at the greenmales this morn.” And with that, he is gone, his tail flicking behind him. I observe his mate’s face as she watches him leaving, a fond smile creeping across her lips.
I want Bea to look at me in the same way that Ah-Lanah looks to my Second Spear.
“I have questions,” I state, getting Ah-Lanah’s attention back. “About how I can make Beachooseto be my mate. Will I need to learn about cunt-touching to achieve this?”
“Oh, Lord!” Ah-Lanah covers her face with her hands. “Just… Come talk to me later, ok? You can ask your questions then.”
I start to shake my head. “Not this day,” I say, my words and movement coming to a halt when I notice something from the corner of my vision. It is the sight I have been waiting for - my Bea, emerging from the female’s hut. “I must spend the whole day by my Bea’s side.” I get the words out absentmindedly, my feet already leading me away from the conversation and toward my mate.
Distantly, I hear Ah-Lanah chuckle and call, “boy, you got it bad. I think you’ll do fine!”
I do not know what it is that I have that is bad. Not when all my good eye can see is my Bea. If I can have her, nothing will be bad ever again.
Chapter 8 - Bea
Zyntarr is kind of an unofficial third in command here at the tribe. At the top, you’ve got Rynn, then his second, Mavyx, and then there’s Zyn. He doesn’t hold any kind of title for it, and nobody acknowledges it outright, but the way that all the other Protectors defer to him for instruction when Rynn and Mavyx are nowhere to be seen tells you all you need to know. They respect him deeply, and were constantly coming to him today while he’s with me overseeing the little boy Trixikkas in their lessons, along with the other Carers. I think it’s part his sheer stature, and partly due to his age. I’m not entirely sure how the Trixikka age per se, but if he were human, I’d put him around his late thirties, possibly early forties. He’s still incredibly fit, but if you look closely, there’s a slight peppering of gray at his temples. He’s also got a deeper crinkling of crow’s feet on the outer corner of his uncovered eye, as well as a matching set peeking out from the side of his leather eye-patch.
I try to ignore the swooping in my tummy that occurs when I notice these things about Zyntarr. It doesn’t matter if I find him wildly attractive - if wrongly believing that I saw his heart-stars ignite comes back to bite me in the ass, I will be devastated.
That seniority that Zyntarr seems to possess affords him the opportunity to stay by my side for the whole day without getting into trouble, just like we’d planned.
And he had.
He’d joined in when teaching the ‘younglings’ wing stretching exercises, when we’d taken them up to their ancient ‘mother caves’ to look at the cave wall drawings, and he’s even taught a few of the older kids how to perfectly cook a stew over the fire.
All of which, didn’t really do much to quell the desire I have for this man. In fact, they kind of stoked the flames even higher.
We’re finishing the day with the ‘younglings’ up at the Trixikka’s Temple. Zyntarr and I stand back to watch while some of the other Carers are holding a mock ‘Offering Ceremony’, first explaining all about why they make offerings to the Temple. The elderly male reminds the kids of the stories they’ve been told of how their kind used to have females, but their ancestor’s treatment of those Trixikka women angered the Goddesses, forcing them to take the females away from the males with a terrible illness.
A little boy shoots to his feet to ask, “will the same thing happen to Miss Bea?!” Zyntarr stiffens beside me.
It was Tyll who had asked - a bright little Trixikka who is not yet big enough to fly, and who normally likes to sit in my lap at meal times. He’s one of the few who had adopted the use of my title of ‘Miss’ after I’d explained that’s how human kids had referred to me back at my job on Earth. The poor thing looks distraught right now, though.
I take a breath and open my mouth to answer, but Zyn is faster. “No,” he says simply.
Tyll’s eyes are still wide with worry. “Do you promise?”
“Yes,” Zyntarr answers. “Bea will never be mistreated, and the Goddesses would not dare try to take her from me.”
One of the elder males splutters at Zyn’s declaration, his expression turning annoyed after Zyn had dared to challenge the Goddesses’ will - right in front of their Temple, no less.
Tarron, another little boy, older than Tyll, and so much more mischievous, decides it would be a good idea to push Zyn even further; “what would you do if they tried, Protector Zyntarr? You cannot best a Goddess.”
Everyone looks to Zyn beside me. He crosses his arms over his massive chest, and there’s a tick in his jaw that wasn’t there before. Now, why isthatincredibly attractive? “I can try,” he huffs, the brow over his good eye rising with the imaginary challenge.
“You know, you’re brave with all this talk of ‘besting Goddesses’ and all.”
