Page 3 of Wed to the Bullman

“All the aliens use them.”

“They’re loaded, we aren’t. We’ll send our address with the central courier. The people living in the rural areas have access; we just have to go to the office in order to send and receive mail.”

The train wailed its call. I nearly missed it. By the time they load my suitcases, I have one minute to say my goodbyes.

“Oh, baby girl, go forth and have a wonderful life. Get married, have babies, and be happy.”

My face turns to the train window, watching the landscape go by. Sleepy communities, walled cities, alien territories giving me a fresh perspective on the world. I’ve not seen much beyond the walled human colony on the eastern seaboard. I have seen the ocean and the beach, but there’s a colony of amphibian aliens that has claimed most of that area.

I mostly slept overnight and woke up as the train pulled into the walled city near the marriage temple. Others sleepily rise from their seats. I need to change so I will look presentable to my new husband. My wrist is vacant of a comm while so many travelers have them. My sisters and I come from the poorest part of Alia Terra.

An old bus and an alien driver wait to pick up the females from the train and carry us to the temple. They usher us into a large room which thankfully has restrooms.

“May I dress?”

“Time for that in a minute,” the older lady says and motions for me to sit with the others.

After explaining what will happen when we go through the ceremony, she hands us our cards with the name of the male and the type of alien he is. The sealed envelope contains my future.

“You may use the facility to prepare. The ceremonies will start momentarily. We go in alphabetical order.”

No problem, I have plenty of time to prepare as I walk to the facility with my bags and the envelope. I duck inside a stall and nervously open the envelope as I’m sitting on the toilet. A giggle passes from my lips at the audacity of reading who my husband will be while I’m peeing.

Alien Species: Minotaur

Name: Vozak Tarvir

I squeal out of excitement and giggle again.

“Are you okay?” The lady next to me asks.

“Yes. I’m quite well. I just found out I’m marrying a minotaur that happens to be the brother of my sister’s minotaur husband.”

“Wow, what good luck!”

The simple sleeveless dress hugs my youthful curves. Both Auryn and Chelsea helped me make the dress while we worked together on our wedding dresses. It hung in the back of my closet for months, and I considered selling it, thinking I’d missed my chance and wouldn’t find a match.

I perch on the edge of the old hardwood pew that probably served in an old church somewhere prior. Or maybe this grand temple was once one of the churches from before the fall. Judging by the stained glass windows that line the place, I’d guess that’s exactly what it was. They call my name, and my heart pounds as I follow the woman through the giant sanctuary doors.

CHAPTER 3

Vozak

Patience isn’t my strongest character. I pace back and forth in front of the crowd of aliens in the room. They call us out when it’s our turn, and our special officiant performs the ceremonies.

“Vozak Tarvir.”

Finally. Dust particles stream through the sunlight from the giant stain-glass windows. I stand next to the magistrate, a tall being with a thick bulbous head on top. His long white mustache droops down and twitches as he smiles.

This female is supposed to be my perfect DNA match. Auryn and Vrakius get along beautifully. I stand tall when the door opens at the opposite end of the sanctuary.

The young lady steps through, her wide eyes searching and lands on me. A small smile stretches across her beautiful face. She indeed looks similar to Auryn. My chin lifts as we lock eyes. The moment turns uncomfortable as I’m not accustomed to being under such scrutiny. The absence of the chase and capture of a female minotaur makes me mourn for the primal urges that won’t happen. It can’t happen with a human female. I read the booklet about how human females are. Plus, Vrakius gave me a good talk before I left.

The moment she steps close, her scent reaches my nose. A mixture of flowers and her essence, something sweet, something that riles my body, causes my cock to stand at attention. Quickly, I shift so I don’t look like I’m ready to throw her down and do her right here. Inwardly, I chuckle over the aliens that require public intercourse and mating to prove they’re married. I’m game for it, no shame in doing what comes naturally.

The magistrate looks at us and nods to the woman who led Agnes to me. “Agnes Ridgewood, this is Vozak Tarvir, a minotaur of the Taurus Territory.”

She nods at me with a sweet smile, and I gaze upon her slight frame, her petite body and curves with great approval. Claiming her later will be easy enough.

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