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time.
    He held tight and groaned, pulling her down hard with a bruising grip while he grunted and pressed his hips into her.
    Her thudding heart and sweating skin were paired with the twitching aftershocks that made her flinch with their intensity.
    He held her against him, stroking her back and murmuring nonsense words to her, pressing kisses to her temple.
    Her voice was husky when she asked, “What language are you speaking?”
    “Yimako. The words of my people a few thousand years ago.”
    She nodded. “Thank you. They wouldn’t tell me what species Alyla was. Feathers?”
    He chuckled next to her ear. “Yes. Feathers. Our daughter will grow them in her last month of gestation.”
    “Good. They are very soft, and I like them.”
    He whispered, “I am glad. Now, would you care to lie down? You are slippery, and when we begin again, I don’t wish to drop you.”
    She blushed. “Um. Okay. Sounds like a good plan.”
    He chuckled. “I would like to explore you in detail, wife. Until now, all of my exposure to Terrans has been theoretical. I am more of a practical nature myself.”
    He walked them over to the bed and pressed her onto the sheets. She braced her feet on the bedding and pushed up against him. He was still hard, and he thrust into her out of reflex.
    He chuckled as he looked down at her. “Fine; slow exploration after this time.”
    She grinned, and he started to thrust and retreat with a heady beat. There was no slow increase, just a frenetic pounding that took her overstimulated and tired body and woke it with a roar that had her thrusting back as good as she got.
    The lights were bright and glaring, but she could see the shifts of the markings on him and feel them writhing under his skin. She was going to ask him about what they were. She promised herself that she was going to ask him all kinds of things. She just needed to cum again, and then, she would be a wellspring of questions.
    Just a few minutes and she would be able to ask him what she wanted to know. She could wait that long. Maybe.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Minerva lay in her lover’s arms and looked into the dimness of the VIP quarters. Her personal objects were tucked around the room, and it gave it a homey feel.
    Imbolt rubbed his chin on her shoulder and pulled her in tight. “Are you sore?”
    “If I am, it is justified. I have never had sex that many times in one evening before.”
    He pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Apologies. I was overdue and was enthralled by the idea of having a mate of my own at long last.”
    She chuckled. “So, two hundred years isn’t a normal dry spell for you?”
    “No. I simply lost interest.”
    She shifted and stretched her legs. “Newsflash. You found it again.”
    He laughed. “You possessed it the entire time. Who knew?”
    Minny snorted. “Two hundred years ago, my great-great-great-great grandmother was just a twinkle in her parent’s eyes.”
    “Ah, right. I forget about things like that.”
    “Like time?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, our marriage will be short. You will outlive me by eons, and it will be your job to keep an eye on our family.”
    “I will watch over them, but don’t sell yourself short. You may live longer than you think.”
    She snorted and settled against the pillows. “I will dream of an eternal life with you. You can dream of grandchildren.”
    He ran his hand over her hip and patted her thigh. “All my dreams are right here.”
    She drifted off with an ache in her body and a smile on her lips.
     
    Minerva got out of the shower and reached for her bodysuit. It was missing. She knew that she had put it there before she showered, but now, it was gone.
    “Imbolt? Where are my clothes?”
    She wrapped a towel around herself and stalked into the bedroom. The emissary wasn’t there, so she went looking for him.
    “Ah, there you are, Minerva. This is Tyikla and her assistant Vemmil. They are going to dress you as is appropriate for my wife. We are examining the