Page 10 of Zimon's Bride
While Mom still texted me every day, Dad wouldn’t speak to me. He considered my relationship with Zimon an abomination. That hurt. Despite his differences, Mom thought he was handsome. It didn’t seem to matter to Dad that Zimon was part human. My brother and sister just said it was my life. They at least still talk to me.
I tried to answer all of the questions as honestly as possible.
They were kind and seemed genuinely pleased to welcome me into the family. I think that was primarily because they knew that we weremeomeemates. That is the most prized match among Narovian felines.
Zimon
It was wonderful to see my family, as it had been far too long, and I miss them. Abby could not have looked more beautiful in her native feline garb. Mother and father were genuinely impressed both by her appearance and her manner. Her answers to their questions seemed to please them, but it wouldn’t have mattered. They would have accepted her in any case because she is mymeomee.
The affair took only two hours, so we had the rest of the evening ourselves. I was glad I’d worn a restraint under my loin cloth because seeing Abby in that sexy ensemble had my cock hard through most of the gathering. But the scent of her arousal was partly responsible for my state.
Almost as soon as they were gone, Abby was in my arms. We were both so aroused that we needed little foreplay before she braced herself against the table, and I took her from behind. We didn’t even undress except for our underwear.
I couldn’t suppress a groan of relief as her tight channel embraced my cock. Abby said, “Ah,” and I leaned over her, massaging her breasts as we basked in our connection.
“Abby, my preciousmeomee,I have never felt anything so amazing as when I am joined with you. We have shared so much in our short time together,” I whispered near her ear, thrusting hard into her.
“Oh, God, Zimon!” Abby cried out. “Feels so good.”
“I am glad.” I pulled back and thrust in with each word. “Because you own every beat of my heart…. Every thrust of my cock. I am yours, and you are mine.”
Abby made inarticulate cries of pleasure as I took her faster once I had freed her breasts from the halter top. I loved how she gave herself all in as I took my pleasure.
Yes, that sounds selfish, but my pleasure was hers as well. We shared joy in our mating; without that, there would be no point. Taking without giving is no better than my own hand. Her screams of satisfaction at our mutual orgasm confirmed I had given her as much pleasure as I had received.
That was exactly what I desired….
…Because I love her, and I would do anything for her.
Chapter Eight
Abby
I loved how Zimon held and caressed me after sex. He made me feel cherished, and I believe that was more than partly because we weremeomee.
By the time we finished, the holo-chamber had begun the Narova tour. We weren’t ready, so Zimon stopped the program while we put our clothes back in order.
Our dining table disappeared, and our surroundings changed as we sat. It was amazing as we were surrounded by a panoramic view of Zimon’s home planet. We seemed to travel across the landscape like riding in a hovercraft. Although Zimon had told me much about it, seeing it like that made it so incredibly real.
The plant life was splendidly more colorful than I expected, yet I was a little disappointed that I didn’t see much green. But the colors were beautiful: magenta, yellow, pale peach, aquamarine, teal, and yellow-green. There were mountains, valleys, ice caps, oceans, lakes and rivers, farms and forests. Narova had towns, cities, and rural villages. Except for the unique colors and architecture, it wasn’t much different from Earth.
The capital city of Narov was spectacular and reminded me a bit of Dubai. Plus, it had some exotic-looking dome structures that shone like glass in the sun. Although Zimon described it to me, I was surprised by the construction in the village where we would live when we moved to Narova.
The village comprised various sizes and shapes of domed houses in many colors, mostly pastels. They blended right in with the flora that surrounded them. But this wasn’t just any village. This was Zimon’s Clan village. It was a kind of tribal thing, from how he explained it. It was not just his extended family but his extended, extended family. There were subdivisions for each individual family.
Our house was within the track that contained his parents and sisters’ and brother’s households. Narovian felines were matrilineal, meaning that Arnav was his mother’s surname. When we married, Zimon would take my surname.
Even though the family lines were matrilineal, the social structure of Narova was neither matriarchal nor patriarchal. Males and females were considered equal in society as well as under the eyes of the law. A mother’s role in bearing and raising offspring was respected and valued.
Zimon’s Clan held titles to a vast amount of agricultural land, which was cultivated and maintained by smart machines. He was, in fact, wealthy even by Narovian standards.
When the program finished, I felt like I had been there. I also realized how different it would be from Earth. I lamented how I would miss the green fields and forests of the Earth. At least their sky was blue sometimes.
I said as much to Zimon.
“I understand better than you think,meomee.I was raised on the world I just showed you. When I joined the Alliance Defense Force and they sent me here, everything was so different than what I was used to. Only fields of colored wildflowers reminded me of home. But there was so much green everywhere with hardly a splash of color that it took a long time for me to get used to it.”
“I think it just hit me how alien your world really is. It will definitely take some getting used to, ” I told him.
