Page 100 of My Tiny Giant
Chapter 22
A GAN
“If you had a choice, would you rather we went to Earth or stayed here?” he asked Emma as they were getting dressed for the ceremony to celebrate the end of war in Ravie.
The medical team had finally given him permission to travel. He and Emma had come to Tragul a day ago. They’d spent the night in the City of Ravie, the country’s capital, in the suite on the second floor of the City Hall that the government had assigned to them for now.
“Hmm, I’m not even sure, to be honest,” her voice sounded from behind an embroidered silk screen that divided the large room of the suite. “As long as I can be with you.”
With the fescods’ Mind now being held securely in the Voranian lab on Neron, the fescod attacks had stopped. The creatures still roamed the jungle of Tragul, as vicious as ever. But with no intelligent force to organize and direct them, they were no more dangerous than any predatory animal in the wild.
The war had ended. Ravils were now free to rebuild their country and return to the peaceful life they hadn’t experienced for so long.
Today’s ceremony in the City of Ravie was in his honor. To his people, he was the Ravil hero warrior who ended the decades-long war. What many of them failed to grasp was that he wouldn’t have done that without having the tiny, fierce human woman by his side.
He had taken it upon himself to educate them on Emma’s role in ending the war. He’d fought to include her name on the program, banners, and any news coverage he had received. She was the hero as much as he was. If they celebrated him, they needed to celebrate her too.
He’d made it clear to the leader of the country of Ravie, Governor Eehie, too. When the Governor granted him an audience, Agan refused to accept it until Emma’s name had been added to the invitation.
Emma didn’t seem to be that concerned about potentially missing out on fame and attention. She said she didn’t mind staying out of the spotlight, but he knew she appreciated his efforts.
“I’m coming out,” she announced from behind the screen. “Are you ready to see my outfit?”
“I’m dying to see it,” he confessed, eager to see her.
“Oops, just a minute...” she muttered softly. “This silk is so slippery.”
“Come here, I’ll help you.” He tied the blue ceremonial sash with the golden fringe around his waist.
The silk of the sash felt smooth and luxurious in his calloused hands. The suede of his new, sand-red pants was soft and comfortable. The embossed black leather of his also brand-new chest plate was freshly painted with bright designs in gold and green.
He hadn’t worn ceremonial attire in a very long time. Today, he was dressed for appearances, not for action.
“Do you need me to help you tie or buckle anything?” he asked, gazing at the screen that separated him from his woman.
“No, thank you.” She laughed softly. “I know what will happen if I come out topless—we’d never make it to the ceremony at all.”
She was right. His cock throbbed when he thought about her in any stage of undress behind that screen. Spending the day buried inside her—his body and soul at her mercy—would be the best kind of celebration for him.
“Ta-da!” Emma stepped out from behind the screen.
She was required to be dressed as a Ravie warrior for the ceremony. However, since there wasn’t a female version of the Ravil Army uniform—ceremonial or otherwise—the officials provided her with the traditional attire of a Ravie woman.
Emma wore a long flowing skirt of blue silk embroidered with red and green, the colors of the jungle of Tragul and the official colors of Ravie. A scarf with gold fringe, similar to his sash, was tied around her breasts. Her unbound, blonde hair fell just below her shoulder blades. Her smile matched the happiness bouncing in her sky-blue eyes, making him want to kiss her, right then and there.
“What do you think?” She twirled, sending the voluminous skirt flying around her legs. He spotted the flat strappy sandals of his people on her feet.
The woman he loved, dressed as one of his people—immediately he wished he could see this more often.
“You look beautiful.”
“Not too revealing, you think?” She tugged the scarf up a bit, to cover more of her cleavage. “For a public appearance, I mean?”
“Most of the people present will be topless, so...” He shrugged. Ravils generally disliked wearing shirts, their fur and the mild climate of his country allowed for it with ease.
He came closer to her and placed his hands on her waist. His thumbs landed on her bare skin above the skirt’s waistband, and he stroked her there, enjoying the familiar smooth glide of her furless skin under his hands.