Twelve Days of Xanthus
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“What did you do to me?” Her voice was as shaky as her body.
“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a chemical that heightens my partner’s arousal.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” The man was literally engineered for sex!
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand.”
He shook his head and she focused in on his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face. What had she just allowed a complete stranger to do? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.
“You need to stop calling me Mistress. My name is Violet.”
“You would let me address you by the name given by your birth mates?”
“Yes, you came here to gain your freedom, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Then it’s time you stand up and take some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery. But I have two things to ask. Keep your…body parts-” She gestured with her hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them off to.”
He nodded and she felt the light weight of cloth and denim.
“The other wish I will not be able to grant, Mi-”
She glared and he paused.
“Violet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you are my mistress, the connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new mistress.”
“Wait! Are you telling me this insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”
“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”
She sighed as she placed her hands on her head. “Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe it’ll block some of that potent scent you have,” Violet said standing from the couch.
She waved him toward her before she made her way down the hallway to one of the rooms on the right. After trial and error, they managed to piece an outfit together from her brothers’ wardrobes. With Xanthus dressed and a little less distracting, they left the rooms she’d dubbed as his. On the way back, she paused to show him the bathroom before they continued back to the couch.
Settled back in she spoke. “Okay, start over again at the top. Tell me about your planet, how you escaped, and how I can help.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Xan.”
“Xan?” he asked.
“It’s a nickname. Now what’s my name?”
“Violet.”
She managed a small smile. “Better, we’ll get there.” Violet’s eyes began to grow heavy as the heat from the fire and comfortable couch worked together to lull her into a relaxed state that threatened to turn to sleep. “Okay, I think it’s time for both of us to go to bed.”
“Where will we sleep?”
“We? No, remember that independence thing we talked about? It’s going to start with you in your own room.”
He looked crestfallen. She rushed ahead with an explanation. “It’s called a guest room; it’s where we allow friends and family to sleep. It’s not an insult or a demotion of any kind, I promise.”