As tempted as she might be to insist and see if he actually turned it on to finally bring her to her knees so to speak, she decided she did not need to experience the sting of a plasma shock.
With a frustrated purse of her lips, Zahra muttered, “I forfeit.”
Khaazai pulled back and then extended her a hand. She accepted, slipping her hand into his.
"You fight well." He complimented her as he pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks."
Wrapping an arm around her, he pressed his large black hand against her abdomen. Glancing down, she marveled at how his hand thoroughly covered her abdomen from right below her breasts to almost the juncture of her thighs. Again, their size difference both excited and scared her.
Khaazai shoved his spear straight up into the air and announced to the crowd gathered in the hall, "Meet my wife, Zahra."
Wife. A shiver raced up and down her spine as cheers and growls echoed in the room. One year. It started tonight.
"Come, wife." Khaazai tugged her back to his seat at the head table, handing off his spear to someone she didn’t see.
Wife. Husband. Wow. Zahra hadn't expected to say husband quite so soon. She'd always thought about getting married, but her career had always come first. Maybe she could think of this as a trial run? Maybe the next guy to propose wouldn’t be left alone in a restaurant like poor David.
She glanced up at Khaazai. No. No, this wasn't a trial run. She'd always planned to marry a human man. Not an alien. This would be different than a human marriage. There’d be differences, of that she was certain. Already the wedding night was turning out to be quite the show.
Khaazai took his seat and pulled her onto his lap.
"To your conquest, cousin!" The emperor held up a cup of something, toasting them.
Khaazai took his own cup off the table with a light rumble of his chest. A chuckle? Had to be. It was the only thing Zahra could come up with for the noise.
"Would you like some?" He asked after taking a sip from his cup and then offered it to her.
Hesitantly, Zahra accepted the cup from him and sniffed the contents. "What is it?" It smelled strong. Stronger than any whiskey she’d ever tasted.
"A liquor we enjoy. Made from a fruit that only grows on our most southern continent. A land which gets more sun than here."
"What's the normal climate here?" Zahra asked as she took a tentative sip. She wasn't the most adventurous person when it came to food, but just because she didn't seek out interesting food didn't mean she wouldn't give it a try. At least once.
"Rain and lots of it."
"I like the rain." Zahra mused as she took another sip. It was a strong alcohol, but it also tasted sweet and suited her taste buds perfectly.
"Be careful, wife." Khaazai took the cup away gently. "With your body weight you'll be incoherent in no time."
"Thanks for the warning."
The both of them settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the group in front of them slowly dissipate. Most humans had decided to go to bed, leaving mostly Khuuz’eth to drink and party.
Zahra's eyelids sank shut as she allowed herself to enjoy the feel of her husband at her back. Warmth poured off him, and she soaked it up. Maybe the next year wouldn't be so bad. Maybethey could fall into a comfortable routine for both of them. The male seemed reasonable.
When Zahra felt one of his hands skim up her thigh, she cracked her eyelids open to watch the daring hand slip under the hem of her dress. His claws scraped lightly against her sensitive flesh, and she shivered. When his hand reached the apex of her thighs, she slammed them shut, trapping his hand but also allowing him no further.
“Khaazai.” She hissed as her eyes darted to see if anyone watched them.
“They are enjoying themselves. No one will notice us doing the same.” He whispered in her ear. “Over there a couple is screwing.” He raised his other hand to point a claw at them.
Zahra glanced over to where his other hand pointed, and she spotted the couple going at it on top of a table. And as her eyes continued to scan the area, she had to agree that no one would notice with everything they were enjoying. His warning from earlier came back to her. He’d been right. His people didn’t seem to have any concerns about openly enjoying themselves. A good thing most of the humans had departed the area. This would be uncomfortable for some humans. Even Holly had found a quieter space nearby where she could hide her nose in her pad.
“Relax.” Khaazai’s hand pressed more firmly, widening her thighs until he reached her pussy.
Zahra could scream and run away. Or she could sit still and see where this led. A mixture of apprehension and excitement rolled through her. Then his finger found her clit, and she gasped, her hand darting to the skirt of her dress. Through the fabric she clung onto his wrist, halting him. But it didn’t stop his finger from caressing her clit, and her vision hyper focused, her peripheral vision narrowing down.
