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But when she opened her eyes, it wasn’t Tsok’s tongue between her thighs. It was the rag wetted with warm water that he was ever so gently wiping her with. Cleaning her up.
And that was definitely her Tsok. Though he was so much bigger now, there was a sense of rationality and civility back in his eyes. They weren’t glowing as hotly as before, but they were finally focused and, for lack of a better word, human again. He was fully nude, though his cock was retracted into his sheath. The braids she’d worked so hard on were completely gone. She didn’t know when they had come loose, but they definitely hadn’t cared about taking care of them through of the rut.
He must have felt her staring because those eyes darted up and caught her gaze. He didn’t stop in his movements as he gave her a gentle smile.
“How are you feeling, my mate?”
She couldn’t argue against the name anymore. And she was damn happy about that. She smiled weakly, her limbs unmoving. She didn’t want to exert effort into anything, so she was glad he was the one doing the cleaning.
“Sore.”
He chuckled. “Me too.”
“Yeah?”
“My cock is raw.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Imagine how my pussy feels.”
He laughed with her, pushing her legs back together. She winced from even that motion. He tossed the rag away without a care for where it landed as he collapsed beside her with a grunt.
“I feel like my entire body was beaten over with rocks,” he said, putting an arm over her.
“Same,” she turned her head to face him. “You’re back though. How much do you remember?”
“All of it.” He scooted in closer so he could rest his head against hers. “You were so strong for me. I can’t believe you were able to take all that.”
“Don’t ask for sex again for at least a tenday.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think my balls will have refilled before that anyway.”
Already, she felt the tug of sleep trying to pull her back under. “Tsok?”
“Hm?”
“I love you,” she whispered.
He smiled, still wide awake, even as she felt her own lids closing. The last thing she heard as she was slipping away was his proud, “I love you more, my sweet mate.”
Chapter 44
Tsok
The triumphant emergence of Char Tsok and Charina Misty from Fellbud Manor at the conclusion of his rut was being circulated as the sort of image that would go down in history, be recreated in artworks, and served as the poster for the changes already sweeping across Kree.
“I think it’s… nice,” Misty said cautiously.
Tsok cut her a look that made her snicker as she tried to resist laughing.
They were gazing at a highly stylized poster of that moment, one that was going to be used in the advertisements for True Match exclusively on Kree. Since True Match meant something different to their species than others, it was getting its own ad campaign. They’d both given Vigo and Jeanie permission to use their likeness, but they hadn’t been prepared for the artistic recreation of what had been, honestly, an extremely exhausting moment of their mating ceremony.
After the completion of the rut, Tsok and Misty were expected to go out for another celebration. Like the second one, it was meant to be a close and intimate sort of gathering. It was also proof thatMisty was uninjured, and they’d come through the rut without issue.
Tsok was pretty sure that it was going to be part of the new ceremony that would change. He knew he was going to be exhausted after the rut, but he’d greatly underestimated just how much. The combination of days on end of mating and the rapidity of his growth spurt had drained his energy completely. Misty was no better than him. She hadn’t even been able to stand, much less walk properly – not for a couple days afterward.
Having to go down to a party right afterwards was definitely a bad decision. Just because they were both okay physically didn’t mean they were in any fit state to join a party.
That was also why Tsok carried Misty out of the manor that day. She’d tried to go down the steps in the foyer, but her legs gave out before she even made it halfway down. They’d already alerted the others that they were emerging though, so they couldn’t just say, whoops, never mind. They had to come out or risk it getting out that Misty had been hurt by his rut. So, what choice did he have but to come out carrying her in his arms to join the others?
