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“Fine,” he says as he easily takes the cone from me and puts it back. “That’s an important part of this structure. You don’t want it to collapse, do you?”
“It’s art,” I tell him. “It’ssupposedto collapse.”
“You’re the expert,” he concedes as he gingerly grabs the edge of my new, white panties and pull them off me with his usual smooth motion. “To me, this isrealart.” He pushes my legs aside, dives down, and kisses around the lips of my pussy.
It immediately sets off hard tingles. I arch my back and groan with the sudden touch. “Ohh… you really like that part, huh…”
He takes his mouth off me and licks his way up to my chest, where we both cooperate to get my bra off.
He slides up until he’s piercing me with those yellow eyes. “What I mean is that my wife is a work of art. All of her. And Iaman art lover.”
His cock is between us, hot and twitching, hard and scary.
“That means you loveme,” I wheeze, ready for more. “Which is perfect, because I love you, too.”
“And we’re married,” he says, squeezing my breasts and caressing the nipples. “Everything is lining up perfectly.”
EPILOGUE
- Maeve-
“This is his office”? I ask, just to be sure.
Peroena nods. “It’s a little cluttered right now, from the previous Supreme Leaders. But I’m sure he will tidy it up. He says he has acquired a taste for the more elegant things in life.”
It’s a room like you would expect an Eoan to like. It’s full of mirrors and shiny things, heavy drapes and all kinds of objects that I can’t even identify. But there is a big desk and some couches that are too high for me to sit in without jumping up.
One wall is all windows and glass doors leading out to a narrow balcony. There’s a constant hum from the huge crowd outside, all waiting for Arelion to show himself to his people. And to show his wife.
He’s on his way here, having had to deal with all kinds of decisions about the planet before this event.
I’ve only been away from him for a couple of hours, but I can’t wait to see him.
My new outfit is designed to flatter my figure. It’s a dress in dark, shimmery green, not too formal, with a hint of uniform features because I’m an officer of the Earth Resistance. My shoes have nothing military about them – they’re black, strappy heels.
I look around. I’m sure some of the items in here are clocks, but they are very different from any clock I’ve ever seen and I can’t read them. “How much longer?”
“A little while yet,” Peroena says, “At exactly midday. It will be broadcast all over Eo, so we want him to be exactly on time. Or perhaps a little late.”
Arelion and I only arrived on Eo yesterday, spending the night in an old military barracks because nothing else had been made ready in the time available. And neither of us wanted to sleep in Buroteo’s old palace, a slab-shaped monstrosity in the exact middle of the capital city. This old palace is much smaller, but also much nicer.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of activity, and my head is spinning.
“This is cool,” Tara says, wearing her brand new Resistance uniform and displaying her rank as a captain. “We have a new ally, a really strong one.” We’ve both been promoted after blowing up Xap Station, but that was Tara’s second major victory and she’s climbing the ranks much faster than me. Still, being a second lieutenant is more than enough for me. It’s not like I went into space for the glory of it all.
“Eo is an ally of Earth and an enemy of the Bululg,” Peroena says flatly. “There will be no peace with them until they give up completely.” Her most formal uniform is a figure-hugging dress with discreetly placed medals and distinctions. She’s wearing agolden sash that shows that she has been awarded Eo’s highest decoration after defeating the remainder of Buroteo’s army without the loss of a single life.
“An unconditional surrender is a surrender in which one party of a conflict completely gives up the fight without any terms or conditions,” Virlu says grimly. “They are entirely at the mercy of the victor.” He’s in his battle suit, which is so wide he had to walk sideways through the Eoan-sized door to the office.
“Indeed,” Peroena says. “There can be no negotiations with slavers and criminals like that.”
I turn to the third Earth girl in the room. “That suits us fine, doesn’t it, Averie?”
Averie nods. “We need the Bululg to get off Earth. But we also want to make sure they can never invade any other planet ever again.”
After we blew up Xap Station, Tara went to the space headquarters of the Resistance and reported on our success. She just came back in the company of Averie, who’s a major and one of the first Earth girls to fight for Earth in space.
She came with her husband, the bone-chillingly scary Zaroc. He’s bright red and just as big as any Eoan. There was no way he’d let Averie out of his sight, even when she’s going on official business as an officer of the Earth Freedom Army, which is the formal name for the Resistance which nobody ever uses. Those two have the kind of marriage that I seriously hope I’ll have with Arelion, all love and obsession. And so far, that’s the way it has been.