I sniped a dozen idiots that day. The next day they come in armored cars. I have munitions for that. The day following, they launched RPG’s and I retaliated with a ten thousand pound bomb from the sky, landing square on the roof of the Warram casino building.
/A slight increase of experience is awarded for slaying with unconventional means.
Tova, help me lady. Try and track my potential level ups. I need to get my augmenting enchantment tattoos before I tier up. Like need need, Chica.
I understand, but you need to plan to not go on a killing massacre before Penny can finish your tattoos.
Guh, fine. I’ll have to hire someone to be a pain in their asses. Truth be told, I really should. I need to hire a bunch of people to do many things including managing the money that I confiscated from the Governor. Word has it he’s going to keep his office and that honestly boggles my mind.
“Patience, I hope you had a better day than I did.” I say loudly into my condo, tossing my jacket over a barstool as I head to my room.
“I sent Patience on an errand,” I hear a familiar voice ahead of me. I turn the corner to see Zia in one of my vests, unbuttoned, and a pair of lacy panties. My brain stutters and causes me to stumble. “How’s your day going now?” She growls as she stalks toward me.
The most eloquent I can be is licking my lips and biting them a little: the rest of me is stock still. As soon as her palm touches my face I know that this isn’t a dream and my palms find her ribs as my lips claim hers. My broad hands slide up her torso so that my thumbs can toggle her pert nipples and my left leg steps forward to split her thighs around mine. Her thigh teases with warm friction and I retaliate with a firmly squeezed breast, her stuttering shiver cascading warmth through my middles.
We are both teasing, desperate, and nervous with the time we’ve been apart playing a game of foreplay when today should be a day of loud and messy fucking, preferably on every sturdy surface in the place.
“I’ve been putting off my dragon for a week, love, don’t leave me wanting.” She whispers in my ear and my teeth fall meteorically to her neck with a primal bite of claiming. Zia’s moan echoes through me and I swear her fingers transformed to bleed my back with ribboned runnels. My core leaps forward with need, urging my long ape arms to over-reach her firm posterior and lift her up with my strength as I dip my fingers between her folds with my reach. She moans with need and paws every surface of me she can reach, trying to meld closer with me as I sink my nimble digits into her welcoming embrace.
“Take me Mate, make me yours. Convince me I should be your Wife.”
Something possessive and absolutely feral slides into my mind for a ride-along in an effort to prove both of those things. I don’t get much attention, but I serve my partner until she pushes my arms away from her delicate parts and her satisfied words convince me my duty is complete. I’m desperate for climax as my personal justice confirms this woman I love has been well and truly fucked as well as I can manage. My loving partner coos, pulling my arms around her and tangling her legs with mine.
“You fit me so perfectly Kimber. My good girl.”
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Praise kink engage. I moan into a relaxing release and turn into goo enveloping my favorite being in the universe.
***
I wake to the smell of food cooking--a strange occurrence in my condo—and a lonely bed. I’m not sure if Zia even knows how to cook, so the inviting aroma makes me wonder if Patience is up. When I enter the common room I see that Zia’s in front of the stove, her hair pulled back into a pony, wearing only a pair of my shorts. I mean, it’s a good look, but this whole situation is a bit off from Zia’s normal behavior.
I ease in behind her, sliding my hands around the soft skin of her belly and kiss her on the shoulder. “Morning fiancée. What’s the occasion?”
“Is it so strange that I want to do nice things for you?” She says, rounding her butt into me.
“Ah-h” her continued motion makes my brain stutter. “No, but early-rising, breakfast-making Zia has me wondering what’s causing the change?”
She turns around in my arms and pokes me with a pair of tongs covered in bacon grease. “How else should I try catching a wife?”
I snort at that, “You trading me in for Patience? ‘Cause otherwise, you caught me a long time ago.”
“Well that’s just it, isn’t it? You say I caught you, but we’re not married yet are we? I can’t figure what I did wrong, so maybe I’m not doing enough?” I want to laugh, but seeing the wetness welling up in her eyes, I know she’s not just creating drama.
“Zizi,” I say, grasping her face, “You’re acting strange because we’re not married? Would it help if I told you that your mom and I have discussed dates and that there are two that I like for us?”
“You set dates without me?” her voice turns cold, her eyes dangerous.
“No! No no, I did not. I did the whole asking her for permission to marry you, which she laughed hysterically about, and then she said that she’d need at least six months to make it memorable. I told her that you wanted a fall wedding and now I’m here, telling you.”
“I think I’d prefer sooner than six months but having a date will make me feel better. Andromeda are my hormones a mess.” She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me tightly. We stay that way for a few minutes before I dare to speak.
“You think it was the Elf juju making you panic about us?” She nods into my shoulder. “I guess there isn’t any crossover in feeling from the dragon side. By her standards, we’re mated aren’t we?”
“Well yeah, and while I know that, the ritual and spiritual blessing that this side of me requires is hitting me with so much anxiety and fear.”
I wrap my arm around her head and kiss her crown in comfort. “Gods, baby, I’m so sorry. I’d be useless if I was thinking about losing you all the time.”
“I’ve felt useless. This combined with the struggles I’ve been having in the Middle East, I felt like I was starting to fray at both ends.” She tilts her head up to stare into my eyes, “please don’t let Mom push this back?”
“Nah, she won’t. She’s so excited to be arranging this for you. As much as we both know she’s crap at being present and a constant in people’s lives, that woman can do a grand gesture. That and she knows this is important to you, well us, but you’re the only kid that stuck around and she wants you to keep coming around. Delaying our wedding would have to be a last resort, or the planet went missing or something.”
She chuckles at that, “It would have to be the Matrix asking her to do something. Not that they would, even Andromeda doesn’t cross Mom without good reason.”
“Pfft. I bet that’s true. ‘Let’s fuck with an immortal space-time mage!’ said no one ever.” As serious as this conversation has been, I remain running my hands over her smooth skin, unable to resist her skin against mine.
“After you eat the food that I made you, what do we have going on today?”
“Uh, I have no idea. I’m recently out of my law job, and picking off low-level chumps isn’t doing much for me. My security teams will get more benefit. SO, I’m all yours for the next few days.”
“Oh? No business with your other businesses? Your other towns? If you’re looking for something to do, you could read up on the Herrati for your upcoming job.”
“While I should probably do that, I’m still cross about getting fired from the Deputy job.”
“Kimber, just think about how satisfying it will be when you’re the Justicar for Earth and Kepler-3. Mom wants you to start as soon as you can. She didn’t want to press you until a few months out from the next Founders’ Forum, but now . . .”
“Huh. That’s actually nice to hear. Once I settle staffing for my new businesses, I’ll talk with her. I would still rather work locally, but that just got taken from me. We’ll see how much Reno feels like coming down and hassling me, but I am not looking forward to having the LA gangs keeping the peace in the area.”
“Aren’t they just attacking you? The last few days you’ve been on the watchtowers instead of snuggling.” She pushes away and pokes me in the chest in an attempt to make me think about my choices.
She’s still topless, though, so I’m not thinking about much but that body. Gods my fiancée is distracting. How could she possibly think that I didn’t want to be hers forever.
“You’re just staring at my chest aren’t you.” She accuses.
“Not just your chest. I’m thinking about putting teeth marks on your hip bones also.” She tries not to smile, but I can see her lips curl at the ends. “And how I would be happy to look at you for a millennia or two.”
She sighs with a smile and runs her fingers just underneath the band on my shorts, “Why did I think you didn’t want to marry me? You know, I often get so tied up in the idea of us that I lose sight of the signs of how sturdy and loyal you are.”
“Zizi, You, and Penny and Marcella are the only people I would do anything for. You’re at the top of the list for a reason. My love, my life, they are yours to hold—to wield if need be—until my mind gives in to oblivion.”
“I know, little Nova, and that scares me a little. I have caught glimpses of you valuing me more than your life, and that terrifies me.”
She looks at me with this searching, hopeful plea. If she’s looking for a rebuttal she’ll be waiting an age, however, my saturation with soul searching has topped, so I pick her up, toss her over my shoulder, turn off the stove and give her legs a good slap.
“Kimber!”
“Yes, my love?”
“Be nice or hit my butt properly. There will be no half-assing a spanking.” She pauses and I get a two-handed ass slap for the ages. Like she probably used wind magic to accelerate them hands to get the pop and sting out of that slap.
If she could see my grin, she’d know the trouble she just bought.