“Ah, yes. Um, your people do, and maybe those of us humans who become your mates do, and sometimes that is true as well for some humans who become mated to other humans, but mostly, no. Um, and sometimes, people think they found their mate, but it turns out they made a mistake, because us humans? We can’t tell just by scent. We go on how nice the other person makes us feel and if they like the same things we do.”
I was explaining it very badly, but I didn’t know how else to get human marriage as a large percentage of human civilization practiced it across to him.
He looked horrified. “So, if someone finds they have mated the wrong person, they then try to mate someone else?”
“Yes. Sometimes. Um, we have a thing called divorce, which dissolves a mating if the um, mated couple wish to do that. Then they can try again, but some people just try to um, have a mate in different villages without doing that, and keep all the mates. And um, none of the other mates know about each other.”
“That is a very wicked thing to do,” he asserted sternly.
“It is,” I agreed. “Which is why it’s not allowed, and if they look at the um, written records and find you did that, you get punished.”
“And all the matings are undone?”
“Um, the first mate has to have that done, as it was the only one that was leeguhl.”
“Leeghul?”
“Allowed by law. Um, within the rules. And the others who thought they had been mated are okay to go find a real mate, without that.”
“Ah. Yes, we must follow the rules,” he nodded, looking satisfied. “And it is good that they have a chance to find their mates without more rules, but the first one shouldn’t have to do more to get the same right. They were betrayed as much as the others.”
I smiled softly up at him. Gree-Gree was every bit as sweet as he’d appeared. He sounded so earnest and was focused on fairness. I fell a little deeper right then and there. I leaned into his chest.
“So, you guys don’t do all that, huh? You just scent your mate, fuck, and move in together?”
“Yes, we fuck, exchange blood, and choose which home to live in.. If there are young, we build the house bigger or move to where we can have more room.”
I laughed. “Well, I don’t think we will be having babies. Seeing as we’re both males and all.” He nodded. “So…when we get home, want to get mated?”
“We can ask to speak with Chief Grishk and ask him to hold a ceremony,” he suggested.
“Nah. Let’s get yeti married. Take me home and fuck me until the whole damned world can smell you on me.” I mean, it wasn’t as if I had any family here to do the whole wedding thing with anyway and while we’d struck up a friendship, I didn’t really know them well enough outside of our shared alien slaver ship experience to consider them family. There was time for us to forge those kind of bonds between us though, and I could always organize a meal or something in honor of mine and Gree-Gree’s anniversary.
I felt his shaft harden at my words. He really liked that idea. I couldn’t wait to feel him stretch my hole wide with it and fill me full of his hot cum. I shivered in delight just thinking about it. My cock hardened in response and I knew he felt my need as his gaze grew even more heated.
“Now that you’re all done, it’s time for me to escort you back to the shuttle, where the technicians are awaiting us,” our Gray-Green guide’s voice cut in.
“Time to go home,” I said huskily, disintangling myself from Gree-Gree enough to go through the door. I reached back to take Gree-Gree’s hand as we went back along the same corridors we’d come by. At least it seemed to me they were, as it had been a single turn and from there a straight shot and now appeared to be exactly the same way but in reverse. Sure enough, we stopped outside a large double door which opened to reveal the hangar.
35
GHIGHRI
We were met at the same strange ship that we’d arrived here in by several more of the Sky Gods, who were overseeing the loading of several metal boxes into it, while carrying strange, flat books that they tapped while conversing. The boxes were being loaded in into a rear door we had not observed before, which seemed to be a storage space of some kind.
“Come on,” Rah-bee said. “Let’s find a good seat while they stow their luhgejh.”
“But all the seats are the same,” I pointed out and he laughed.
“I’d rather not sit in the middle. I want to be on the end, right next to the door so we can be the first to get off, so we can get home that much faster.” The lines of small hair above his eyes moved up and down in a strange movement at his last words.
“Are you alright?” I asked, worried that this was a strange side effect only now just appearing.
“Yes,” he replied, already going up the ramp into the ship’ interior. He sat down on the end of the bench just inside the door and began strapping himself in. “Why wouldn’t I be? The dahktohr gave me and everyone else the all clear.”
I gestured at his face. “Your face was twitching oddly.”
He began to laugh, garnering odd looks from his fellow hoomuns and curious ones from my clan mates.
