Page 45 of The Alien I Fell in Love with on Walpurgis Night

“Oh Commander Axl,” one of the doctors says sympathetically. Then she looks at me. “At least this time it wasn’t work related.”

Before I can answer another doctor is leading me away, “Let me look at your back, Madame Georgiana.”

The young woman in the transparent dress makes a hand motion I don’t understand and leaves. I turn my attention to the grey skinned doctor treating me. “Is Axl going to be okay?”

“Yes, he’ll make a full physical recovery. He always does.”

“How often does he come here?”

“It’s difficult to say.”

I let that answer lie where it is.

“Are you married?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah,” she answers. “That’s why.”

“That’s why what?”

“That’s why your mind is confused about it. But you went through the marriage ceremony you exchanged bracelets. Why aren’t you wearing them? Divorce is illegal in the Empire.”

My heart begins to beat so loudly I hear it in my ears. She’s not supposed to know that. “It was my fantasy. I am confused,” I say hoping maybe she thinks I have brain damage from my translator.

“I understand,” is all she replies with as she finishes healing my back. “You may wait for Commander Axl in the waiting area near where you came in. It will be about an hour or so before he is ready to leave.”

“And my clothing?”

“It will be brought to you.”

I sit in the waiting room at the front. Thankfully, I’m the only one there as I feel odd not having any clothing on. Although other naked sinners come in while I’m waiting which makes me feel more relaxed.

After about a half an hour a nun turns up with my and Axl’s clothing. She gives me mine and gives Axl’s to a doctor.

I get dressed in the waiting room; I see no reason not to as I’ve been sitting there naked. Although when I look at the chair again, I wonder how many naked people sat there before me. Oh well, the damage is done and try not to think about it. I’ve sat on dirty toilet seats many times in my life and survived.

Another half and an hour passes and then Axl emerges, clothed. He looks tired but his eyes are refreshed.

“Axl, are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

“I feel good. Are you okay? While the doctors were healing me I kept asking how you were. They kept reassuring me that you were fine, but I’ll never forget the look on your face when you ran. I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy this.”

“Did you enjoy this?” I ask incredulously.

“Only because it makes the pleasure sweeter.”

“Why not just the pleasure? Isn’t that allowed here?”

“I like both, but I understand if all of this was too much for you today. As I mentioned before, if you feel guilty you can repay me…”

“Of course, I feel guilty. I just watched you be whipped almost to death while I counted.”

“Not even close to death,” he counters.

“Closer to death than what I was comfortable with and all because we enjoyed one another’s bodies?”

“But doesn’t it feel good knowing there are consequences? That it matters to others what we do together?”

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