Page 87 of Sway's Peace
But that was what his female declared she wanted, so that was what he would do.
“How do I make it special for you?” He asked, because he still didn’t know, but he did want to learn.
Grace giggled and shifted until, reluctantly, he put her back on her own two feet. She then stepped in close and took him bythe face. Obligingly, he leaned down and allowed her to kiss his cheek. It was so chaste and simple compared to their previous kiss, but it still set him aflame.
“I’ll show you,” she promised. “We’ll make it nice. Set the mood. And I want you focused only on me, not on what happened today. It was an emotional day. You need to let it settle.”
Did he? Honestly, Sway wasn’t sure he did. He’d had his conversation, he got the information he needed, there wasn’t anything else tying him to the man who was his father. But if Grace said he needed time, then he supposed he would trust her expertise on the subject.
That was why he returned to his own room that night and woke the next morning with a cock that was painfully erect and drying out after being emerged from his slit for marks. He had to take it in both hands and stroke himself to some kind of relief in order to calm it down. It was a difficult task. His kind was designed to come together, so it was his female’s orgasm that should be setting him off. He could simulate the clench of her cunt with his hands, but it wasn’t perfect. Thinking of Grace made it easy, but also meant he was still horny for her even after he came.
How fast could they mate? The others said the courting process was long by tradition. That meant it could be as quick as they wanted though, right?
Give her a feast. Listen to her sing. Dance for her. Nest for her. Fuck her.
Sway liked that. It might be more involved than some species, but that was a neat, orderly, stepwise list that he could follow. One that feltrightto follow.
He needed to feed his female, of course. That was so basic, many species did it. A hungry female couldn’t breed easily. And feeding her would satisfy him as well. He always wanted to hear her speak, so listening to her sing was easy as well. Dancing for her would be the hardest part. He wasn’t sure what that entailed or what he had to do, but he would figure it out. Nesting though? That would also be easy.
It was the fucking that would be the best part. And he was eager to know what it was like to experience such a thing when he actually wanted it.
When he finally got up the next morning, his cock retracted back into his body but not nearly satisfied, it was with the determination to get started. She needed a feast first. He didn’t know anything about fruit carving or the like. But he knew that Grace loved trying new and interesting foods. She was adventurous in small ways. She didn’t want to put herself into dangerous, scary situations, but she did want to expand her experiences.
He liked that about her. So, maybe a feast of new things to try as well as old favorites to enjoy – just to make sure she ate. Maybe he should find a way to cook her some meat. She enjoyed that. He wanted to make sure she knew that he wasn’t going to ask her to change her diet, no matter what Veesway and Vweet insinuated last night.
Though, that would be hard in a Song populated practically entirely by farasie. Why wasn’t Loyalty back from his hunting trip yet? He’d be able to help Sway track down some food for his omnivorous mate-to-be.
But when he tried to message him, he didn’t respond. And when he commed him, the 108 didn’t answer.
That was strange. Sway frowned at his floating combot. He had been focused on his own problems, then on the joy of Grace wanting to be his mate, that he hadn’t actually taken the time to consider Loyalty’s disappearance.
And sure, he could accept that the male had gone hunting. Xenoms were bound to whatever diet their host body required, and ratchi, while being omnivorous, were notorious for preferring meat. It made sense that he’d go seek out that food.
It made less sense that he wouldn’t tell Sway about it personally.
And it was absolutely ludicrous that he wouldn’t answer his comm.
Loyalty may have wanted to linger around here for some reason that Sway couldn’t understand, but his ultimate goal was to return to his mate. Knowing how much he personally craved Grace’s company, he could understand the drive that made Loyalty willing to pay any price in order to make sure it happened.
That was what made Sway concerned though. Because Loyalty had to keep in contact with Sway in order to know when the others returned and when they were leaving. Sure, Tanin had given them an approximate date of their return, but it could be sooner or later depending on whatever happened during the course of completing the job.
Loyalty wouldn’t risk this hard won passage back home. So why…?
Before Sway could figure out what he should do about him, someone rang the chime on the door. Sway was genuinely surprised and confused to see Vweet on the other side when hechecked the console beside the door. So much so, he very nearly didn’t answer it.
Sway hadn’t spared Vweet or Veesway more than a passing thought since leaving their headquarters. He had his closure, for whatever it was worth. Apparently, not much, since Sway didn’t really feel any sense of relief or joy. Meeting Veesway, talking with him, had done nothing to ease the pressure of his soul’s disquiet. That sense that something was wrong remained with him, just as strong as it ever was, as the screams of his past continued to shriek in the back of his brain.
He was almost guilty about the fact that his own father meant so little to him now. Especially in the light of how relieved the older male had been to find him.
But he was honestly just eager to get back home, to the Humility, and away from this Song. He couldn’t make Grace a proper nest in a place like this. A nest was a place for a female to feel safe and protected. A place where she would be comfortable laying down with her eggs. There was only one place like that in Sway’s mind – the Humility.
But until his crew returned, he could still complete the other steps of the mating process.
Why, then, did he need to think about Veesway?
However, that niggling guilt finally persuaded him to open the door. After all, Veeswaywashis father and it cost Sway nothing to retain a connection to him. He might not stay here like Veesway clearly wanted, but he could still leave an open channel of communication. He could still try to build a relationship between them.
And who knew? Maybe Grace would want hatchlings. And a proper female like her would want them to be able to have a meaningful bond with their grandfather in a way Sway simply couldn’t. If his heart was only big enough for Grace, then he could live with that, but he could at least make sure her hatchlings had everything they could want.
