Page 7 of Right Next Door
Some thought it bordered on tacky, but he’d always found the stylized palace beautiful. His mate would agree, he was sure, but the second palace on his land, Fellbud Manor, was equally beautiful, just completely different in style.
The last time Tsok had seen it, the gardens had been overgrown and untended, and the manor itself was dirty and dark. The colors had all faded, the windows were all grungy. None of the appliances were updated. No one had cared to maintain it beyond what was strictly necessary since the char lived in the Glass Manor nearby. The two were close enough to walk between, connected by a fine gravel path that passed under alovely, beautiful gazebo with an intricate stone mosaic placed in the floor, but Tsok had never gone that way himself.
He was rather glad. It made the moment he came around the tall hedges, Fellbud Manor coming into view, that much more breathtaking.
Fellbud manor was named for the abundance of fell flowers filling the garden. The flowers grew as a rich, deep purple, turning into a pale, delicate purple at the tips of their long, elegant petals. The flowers themselves hung from tall, delicate trees with rounded, gray-blue leaves. They created a tunnel of beautiful, airy shade over the path that led to the front of the manor.
The manor itself, in direct contrast to the Glass Manor, was primarily wood and stone. It had wide, pane windows, but it wasn’t as open as the Glass Manor. It was warmer, more tranquil. Though his land wasn’t far from the city, here, surrounded by all the bright nature in the manor gardens, it seemed like another world. He could see why the historical charina had preferred this to the Glass Manor.
Yes, this place would do quite nicely for his small human mate. Plenty of trees to shade her delicate skin; fresh air, nice views, peace, quiet.
And an advanced security system. Human females had a dangerous tendency to be taken against their will. That would not happen to his. His mate would be protected by top of the line security – both systems and personnel who would patrol out of her sight. Her manor looked charming and simple, but it was impenetrable to everything short of a large scale explosion, and it could take one of those without enough structural damage to put the building in danger of collapse.
Because Tsok was going to be a good mate, and his femalewouldbe safe, happy, and comfortable in her new life here. Hethought that was a fair demand of him, and one he was quite happy to fulfill. He was very satisfied as Davard explained all the upgrades, pointing out the hidden security points as they walked around to the rear of the manor.
Back there, placed at a safe distance from the building, was a solid, circular landing pad for small shuttles or hovers. The char was a position that demanded he leave his planet at least once a year, sometimes more. It would make sense that his other half, the charina, would have to do the same, so the landing pad wasn’t a surprise.
They stood there, Tsok and Davard and a few of the staff that would be tending to his mate and the manor, all waiting for her arrival. He could already see the dot of her shuttle making its way towards them in the bright, pale purple sky.
They all fell silent as the landing shuttle drew closer. Tsok was quite interested in what his female looked like. Her appearance didn’t matter to him personally. However, he was a public figure. His mate, apparently, was also a public figure. There would be certain expectations upon her for the way she dressed and presented herself. She could wear whatever she wanted when she was at her leisure, of course, but when it came to formal or official events, it was expected that she dress a certain way, and he would insist upon it. He felt he would be able to judge her style by what she wore now. After all, this was their first meeting. It was expected that she make herself more presentable. Like this was an interview for a job.
Oh, he did so hope she dressed appropriately. It would make things so much easier.
The landing shuttle was a small vessel, meant to carry only a few people. But it did have a large amount of storage space in the back. He’d picked that specifically because he wanted to makesure she had enough room for all of her belongings. Whatever she might bring.
The vessel was longer than it was tall, flat, with an angled body. It was designed to be able to cut through the atmosphere smoothly and cleanly. As the engine powered down, going into idle mode, the ramp in the back opened. Immediately, some of the staff started forward to begin unloading the suitcases and boxes his mate had brought.
He looked at them curiously, wondering what she considered essential to bring to another planet. There were quite a few suitcases and bags, none of which matched each other. The boxes were plain black bins giving him no clue as to what rested inside.
Then, the second ramp on the side, the passenger ramp, came down. Immediately, his eyes snapped to the new entrance, luggage completely forgotten.
Because there was a human female walking down the low incline, a bag over one shoulder, a carrier in her hand, peering around curiously.
Tsok blinked, stunned. Gaze darting quickly from her outfit to the abundance of jewelry on her face to the dual colors of her hair. The style, the look, the presentation-
She was absolutely perfect.
Tsok had seen humans before. He’d met the original ones that found themselves in Coalition space as the result of an unfortunate abduction. However, none of them were likethis!
There went all his worries about her being too small to take him. Her body was luscious and thick and full. Enough for a male to grab on tight as he pounded her from behind and above and sideways and any other ways he could think of. She wasn’t as short as the other humans either. And that might have been dueto the elevation granted to her by the thick, black boots that tied halfway up her calf, but it was still true that she didn’t evoke fear of her fragility in him.
And maybe that was partially due to how she walked. She moved with strength and confidence, looking around curiously, but with no shyness or fear. She stepped off the ramp and looked past him and the others, staring with wide, impressed eyes at the manor. But she only indulged in her wonder for a moment before focusing on them.
She was beautiful. The humans he’d met before hadn’t adorned themselves like she did – with flagrant appreciation and enjoyment of their bodies. Like she had done, gold dotting her face, her ears, layered necklaces hanging down her chest. It was wonderful. Like a kreecharma!
His people loved decorating their bodies in jewels and precious metals. Everyone here now had multiple rings on their ears, around their necks, wrists, some had waist chains, others had chains across their chests – like Davard. All of them had jeweled nasal filters.
His human mate was decorated similarly. She had gold rings on her face. Two small ones in her left eyebrow above her bright green eyes, one with a little jewel in her right nostril, and twin, tiny spikes through her bottom lip that were reminiscent of his own saber teeth. Thanks to the shirt she wore that only covered part of her torso, he could even see more bright gold on her belly button, complete with a dangling, marquis shaped pink charm that bounced as she walked.
It wasn’t the only thing bouncing. Her hips, her thighs, those high, heavy breasts all jiggled with each of her steps. It was mesmerizing. Glorious. Her pants were black and tight around her thighs and hips, though they gaped open at her waist. Likethey weren’t tailored to fit her body. Though, he had to admit, he loved the effect and the hint of purple lace he saw peeking out.
Her top was like a corset, tied tight around her chest, the laces bouncing just in front of her tits, with more lace straps that had both fallen off her shoulders to lay against the rich brown skin of her arms. She had decorated her tiny, flat human claws, painting them a vibrant, stunning green with pretty white accents. He saw flashes of them as she adjusted the strap on her shoulder, bringing his attention further up to her hair. Such pretty hair.
Did humans have purple hair naturally? Did their hair coloring separate like that – black on top, purple on bottom? He didn’t think so, according to the last humans he met, but he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, he loved how bright the underside was, compared to the strands on top that were such a dark, shiny black. Her hair had been set in tight, dramatic waves reaching just past her chin. They bounced as she walked, along with everything else about her.
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.
Oh, yes. She was quite perfect.
