by Sally Odgers
The male's eyes, a deep wine-red, looked at me. “You are the chosen, male called Yama who was Rico?"
Apparently I needed to respond. Did I want to be Yama from now on? I sure as hell was no longer Rico. I cleared my throat. “I, Yama, am the chosen, Honored One.
"And do you choose, Yama?
Too late to back out without hurting Xi, and I found I couldn't bear to do that. “I, Yama, choose to be Xi's chosen, Honored One."
"Clasp hands and come forward, Xi and Yama."
Xi grasped my hand and we stepped as one toward the old male in white. As we came close, flashing rings of red and gold surrounded the three of us and, down, down we sank into darkness.
I bit back a gasp as a shaft of half-pain, half-pleasure shot up though my feet and exited through my head. Hearing Xi's indrawn breath, I knew she must be feeling what I did.
Seconds later, we two once again stood in the center of the mating ground. There was no sign of the Honored One. Hand in hand we crossed to the opposite side of the bowl and walked up a ramp to those who'd witnessed the ceremony. I didn't know how Xi felt, but I was so dazed I couldn't think. What the hell had all that been about?
It wasn't until Xi and I were back to the village and inside the hut she'd prepared for us that I regained most of my senses.
"Do I please you?” she asked, her tunic falling at her feet.
I stared entranced at her small, perfect breasts, the smooth mound where her pleasure zone rested and was instantly overcome with a violent need to make her mine. No matter how I tried to slow down, it was impossible. I grabbed her, tossed her onto the mat and thrust hard inside her, a tad surprised to find her so slick and ready. She screamed with delight, matching my rhythm with such passionate intensity that I couldn't hold back.
"Oh, my love,” she said softly when we lay side by side, panting. “What a wonderful start for our child. Now, let us pleasure each other."
A start for our child? I would have been more startled by this, but she'd already begun to lick my neck with her hot tongue while her prehensile thumb curled around my gonads, her long fingers stroking my rapidly rising lurum. I realized that Concees have erogenous zones unknown to humans. I decided I'd put my own thumb to a use impossible when I was Rico, and when I did, her moans fired my blood.
Somewhere along the route of passion we rode, I wondered vaguely if the painful zing underground had anything to do with my intense pleasure.
"We call it the gift of love." Her words sizzled in my mind and I discovered another gift of the mating ground. I began to feel her pleasure as well as my own, compounding the thrill.
Franks’ old song about the gal who had a face like a fish and shape like a frog pounded in my head as I climbed to the peak. She was loving me as no other woman ever had—or ever could.
When at last I reached heights I'd never climbed to before, I involuntarily yelled, “Oh, hot dog!” as both Rico and Yama at last understood exactly what that damned song meant.
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