Page 28 of I Married A Catman

He gave me a quick tour of the small two-bedroom dwelling. In large cities where they packed as many apartments as they could to maximize the credits they could squeeze out of a single building, this would be deemed quite spacious. Although it felt cold and a little impersonal, it was in good condition and could easily be turned homey with a bit of love.

The main bedroom had a massive bed with a hand carved wooden frame and what looked like a very comfortable mattress. It only had a pair of nightstands and two large dressers. A closet appeared to have been recently added. Although it was stained to match the rest of the dark brown furniture, it looked a little too pristine without the natural wear and tear one would expect from something older. The second bedroom was set up as an office. It made me quite curious what type of work Gaelec used it for. However, the computer, 3D printer, holographic projector, and large vidscreen hinted at far more than just casual usage. I would have to poke him more about it later.

The full bathroom contained all the necessary amenities, aside from a tub. I often enjoyed just soaking in a warm bubble bath while reading some steamy romance on my tablet. Recently, I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of monster romance—which had been renamed exophilic romance to be more politically correct. After all, races like the Yurus and Ordosians would undoubtedly take offense at being described as monsters.

Old classics like the Spider’s Mate series by Tiffany Roberts and the Duskwalker Brides by Opal Reyne spiced up quite a few of my single nights. At the time they wrote them, humans had not yet achieved space travel. I often wondered how those prolific authors would feel today if they knew that species very close to the fictional beings they created actually existed, and that some women had in fact mated with them. By human standards at the time, I would now be labeled a monster fucker, due to my union to Gaelec.

That immediately reminded me that I would officially earn that title in just a few hours once I fulfilled that compulsory part of the contract. My stomach did a couple of back flips as conflicting emotions swirled through me. After so many years of abstinence, I was more than willing to get that itch scratched. Considering what a godly body Gaelec possessed, getting down and dirty with him didn’t strike me as any type of hardship. But at the same time, I didn’t really know him or how smoothly things would go with our different anatomies.

Has he ever even seen a woman’s vagina?

Their females weren’t quite made like us. I mentally prepared for him to be as challenged as human males in remembering the location of the little nub between my thighs, and the fact that it served an important role during spicy times.

Him luring me back to the kitchen allowed me to temporarily cast out those thoughts. Although I wouldn’t call it a gourmetkitchen, it had enough workspace and all the basic equipment necessary to whip up a fine meal.

The somewhat embarrassed look he gave me as we concluded the tour back in the living area took me aback.

“As I mentioned previously, I had a much better home, with a breathtaking view of the river below and far more spacious. But I can expand and improve this one specifically to your liking overtime to make it more suitable,” Gaelec said apologetically.

“Oh, my God! Don’t be silly. This house is great!” I said in all sincerity. “In truth, I would call it rather fancy.”

Gaelec blinked, baffled by my comment.

I smiled and gestured at the luminous room around us. “When I was a missionary, I stayed on quite a few primitive planets where their dwellings didn’t have a comfortable couch like this, and in some cases not even a bed. I spent over a year sleeping on a floor mat, washing in the river, and relieving myself in a hole dug in the ground in the forest. This is luxury.”

“By the gods, I can definitely offer you much better!” he exclaimed.

“And you already are,” I said in a reassuring tone. “Please don’t fret about that type of stuff. I’m probably one of the lowest maintenance women you’ll ever meet.”

“I’m happy to hear it,” he said, clearly relieved before gesturing at my crates. “Do all of these go into the bedroom?”

I nodded. “These are all my clothes and personal accessories. The only other stuff I brought are a portable computer, my tablet, my blaster, and some of my basic camping gear.”

“Perfect. I will bring them into the room for you,” Gaelec said, simultaneously picking up two of the crates.

I grabbed my bags again and followed him into the bedroom.

“I built this dresser and closet for you,” he explained pointing at each in turn. “If you need more space, I will build a bigger closet or another dresser. In the meantime, feel free to removeany of my own clothes from the other dresser by the window. It is half empty anyway as I don’t have too many things. As you can see, us Nazhrals wear very little clothes,” he added, waving at himself.

With a will of their own, my eyes glided down the length of his muscular body. They lingered a little too long on the black and gold leather loincloth that dangled in front of his naughty bits. It obviously was merely decorative as he wore a very snug pair of black shorts underneath it. It was cut low at the back to allow his fluffy tail to hang freely.

I quickly averted my eyes as my wretched mind once more attempted to take a deep dive into the gutter and wallow in every shade of speculations as to what lurked behind that fabric.

“Thank you. That’s very kind and generous of you,” I said, casting a pointed look at the second dresser. “But I will try not to take over everything.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “This is your home now, my mate. Whatever you need, you take. And if it is not available, just tell me, and I will see that you get what you require.”

“Careful, you might turn me into a spoiled brat,” I said teasingly.

To my surprise, instead of the amused response I expected, Gaelec studied my features with a serious but soft expression.

“No, my mate. That is one thing I am convinced I will never have to worry about with you.”

Putain!Why did that cause my ovaries to do a couple of backflips? I just gaped at him, words failing me before I shyly lowered my eyes and smiled. His smile broadened in a gentle way that had my toes curling.

I still didn’t know how much or how little Gaelec appreciated me so far, but I was clearly starting to develop a crush on him.

“I must return the shuttle to the hangar. Will you be fine on your own for a short while?” he asked hesitantly.

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