Page 64 of Alien Viking's Passion

“The planet thanks you for your generosity,” Craxon chuckled and took her into his arms. “It already likes you a great deal.”

“Maybe one day you can seemiiiine,” she suggested, hooting as he threw her around in a circle.

“I’ve already shown you mine, so it’s only fair.” He laughed as he threw her into the air and caught her.

She looked into his face from up close. “Are we still talking about planets?”

He gave her a kiss. “No.”

“Good. Because I want to see it again.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, so I’ll just agree.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,”Aretha recited, lowering her voice in an imitation of his,

“So I’ll just agree.It doesn’t rhyme, but who cares. It’s the wisest thing anyone has said today. Except for when I said ‘I do’. I thinkyou’ll agree that was pretty wise.” She was giddy with happiness, and it made her speak every thought that came into her mind.

“My wife is being naughty.” He lifted her and carried her across the yard towards another building that was built on a gentle hill.

“That’s right. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to instruct her to not stop being naughty.”

“As if you could stop me from not stopping. Wait. Stop me from stopping? Oh, you know what I mean.”

Craxon kicked open the door to the small house and carried her inside. “I’ll be wise and pretend that I do.”

“You’re so wise now it makes me excited. You should find a country to rule.”

“Not another one,” Craxon groaned as he laid her down on a wide bed. “This place is quite enough, thank you.”

Aretha looked up at the ceiling, but there was only the starry sky. “Is there no roof on this house?”

Craxon laid down beside her. “There is a roof. But there is a screen on the inside that can show any image.”

“That’s not very Viking-like.”

“Yes, it is. It was plundered from some alien planet and then installed here.”

The image was incredible. Even with her neural lace, Aretha couldn’t see the pixels. It was just like being under a real sky. “While I don’t agree with plundering anyone, even I have to say that if all you steal ishigh resolution projectors, then I’m fine with it.”

“Oh, and are you ahyrezilishe poshekshe?”

She rolled on top of him. “I can be anything you want.” Yep, she was more drunk than she thought.

He took hold of her wedding dress and started pulling it off her. “Just be my wife.”

“I can do that.”

“And be my passion.”

She impatiently undid the fastenings of his pants and peeled them down his thick thighs. “Your passion?”

“I’m free of the curse. Now I can be as passionate as I want. The ice can melt.”

Naked, Aretha traced the Marks down his front, now silver instead of white. “You’re no longer frosty. I think you’ve been passionate the whole time.”

He kicked his pants off. “Only since I met you, my love.”

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