She had evidently made up her mind and had decided she would mate with me after all.
I turned back to the wall, to the mysterious female I wished to mate with…
And shook my head.
As much as I might want her, as much as I desired her scent to bathe me and my cock, I had made a promise with the contract and must fulfill it.
No matter how sad it made me.
As the female Wyak had Claimed me — just as I had Claimed her earlier when I raised her chin — I had to keep my word.
With a heavy heart and protesting cock, I turned away from the wall and led the female toward the way out.
I couldn’t help but turn to look back at the blank wall and imagine all the things that might have been.
* * *
The suite was comfortable.
It had a wide open space with built-in tables and wardrobes, and a bathroom large enough to cater to the needs of a beast as large as myself.
But the main attraction was the bed.
Reinforced with struts and built into the floor, there was no way the bed could be broken — not without demolishing the building in the process.
The female Wyak’s name was Gikha.
She was from the Wyak species’ capital city Clercun.
It was a place I had heard of but never visited.
By all accounts, it was a pleasant enough place to live.
Her species was one of the few my species — the Krev — hadn’t battled with over the years, so there was no need to be uncomfortable or confrontational.
She smiled up at me as she approached the bathroom. “I’ll… be right back,” she said.
I let myself watch her ass as she crossed the room and imagined what it would feel like to be inside her, to explore her, and fill her with my seed.
It would feel… fine, I decided.
But there was no excitement there, no expectation of dreams fulfilled.
I was there to satiate my Steyatt, I reminded myself.
Nothing more.
I should not expect any other form of fulfillment.
I had signed the contract and I had a duty to perform.
Duty.
Not pleasure or excitement.
But duty.
My life was filled with duty and I didn’t think it was ever going to end.