Chapter 2
Romival
The wing of the palace that was the living quarters of Dominani's family was bright, wide open, and beautiful. For a long time, Turv’s head ruling body had lived there alone and most were free to come and go if they needed their Dominani for anything.
Nowadays, it was off limits to anyone who did not have express permission to walk there. Not just to protect the Dominani's sisters – a species whose primary characteristic was sensuality and who had absolutely no natural defenses – but also to protect his whelping mate.
Romival understood completely. Hybrids were thought to be impossible, yet easily Adassani carried one in her womb. And so quickly too. If it were Romival, he would be just as protective, and he considered himself less a slave to his instincts than most domini.
He wasn't here to see Adassani, however. Well, not specifically. If she were here, he would talk to her, but he was looking for any of the humans really.
He didn't know them that well. They had met the First Council when they arrived, but Romival had only become First Scholar recently.
And in a less than honorable way. His predecessor was a traitor and had harmed Adassani before being killed by Dominani.
Romival inherited the honorific not by virtue of his ability but simply because the male had been killed.
The dishonorable male, whose name would rarely be spoken again to deny his story from being told, had been tasked with finding the humans' home planet.
A place called Earth. However, he hadn't actually wanted to find the planet, made no efforts to locate it, and had destroyed the ship that brought them here to prevent it from being repaired and its logs from being investigated.
That was why Romival was here today. He needed to ask one of the females for the time to interview her. He only had a few moments this morning but getting a specific meeting where one of them was available to answer his questions was important.
Realistically, finding their Earth from the information only available to the common person was likely to be impossible.
The Coalition had no record of a highly evolved planet on the verge of breaking free of their solar system or they would already be preparing to contact them.
However, there was almost an infinite amount of space that was noted from afar but completely unknown.
Who knew how many species were out there waiting to be discovered?
It was only a drop in the ocean, but any information the females might have would be helpful in finding Earth – a task that now fell to him as the new First Scholar. So, Romival was here to schedule the interview.
He had landed his hover nearby in Dominani's private landing pad on one of the outer balconies.
He stayed outside as he walked around towards the suite where the females were housed.
He was taking full advantage of the bright sunlight.
The rainy season would be here in mere days and, once the storms started, they wouldn't see a cloudless sky for many tendays.
His only thoughts were of his purpose. He wasn't prepared, when he turned the corner, for the sight that greeted him.
Romival had met Peony, his new Adassani, mate to the First Domini of Turv.
He was already familiar with how blatantly sexual her species was.
She seemed to be completely unaware of it, but no male that spotted the humans could take his eyes away from their sensual curves, their sashaying movements, or their pretty, sparkling eyes – even if they only had two of them.
Word had already gotten out that, apparently, human females had the hottest, tightest cunts in existence.
Romival wasn't sure if that was something a palace servant overheard Atem saying to Tuvo – because his Dominani certainly wouldn't dishonor his female by bragging about that to any who would listen – or if it was just a guess based on their sexual natures.
It could even be completely fabricated for all he knew.
But the rumor persisted, and the myth of the human females grew.
His opportunity to meet Adassani had been brief, and he hadn’t paid much attention to the others before this point.
He was interested primarily in his research and, if needed, he could relieve his desires elsewhere.
He had no reason to think about the humans other than as his current task.
He certainly didn’t need to focus on their lauded sensuality.
Besides, he was here specifically to see them. He wasn't unprepared for the sight of a human female and all the power they wielded.
However, to come around the corner and find his eyes immediately taken by the raised, rounded ass of a female that had bent over, hands to the ground, legs partially spread, every curve and surface caressed by the tight leggings squeezing her supple shape, nearly dishonored him.
His cock immediately jumped to attention as heat flashed through his body.
It wasn't helped when the female brought her legs forward but remained folded over, her forehead practically resting on her knees.
He had no idea that humans could be so flexible.
And her ass was still pointed right at him, the folds of her cunt molded by the tight fabric of her leggings.
Begging him to come over and trace the seam with his tongue.
With a deep breath, the female rose upwards, lifting her hands to the sky. She pressed her palms together, then brought them down towards her chest. Still breathing in a deliberate, exaggerated way as she faced the rising sun.
This was the yellow haired human. Human hair didn't change color. Their skin could, but it wasn't a true camouflage reflex, and he didn't understand why it did so. Their hair, however, remained steadfast – a single color at all times.
The yellow haired female, whose name he didn't know as he hadn't bothered to learn, was wrapped in fabric so tight it might as well not even be there.
Tight leggings ended at her ankles; a top held up her breasts but completely bared her belly.
She was fully barefoot. Her straight, bright hair held away from her face in a messy tail allowing his gaze uninterrupted access to the lines of her sensuous, slim body from the back.
He knew what all the human females looked like. He had seen them on the coms and in reports, but he had only given them a cursory view, he had never truly looked before.
That was a failing on his part. He couldn't tear his eyes away now as the female once again bent low and folded herself over. She didn't know he was here, otherwise he might have considered this an invitation of some kind.
His cock was certainly eager to take it as one and he was grateful for his loose-fitting robes.
What was wrong with him? He hadn't been this out of control since first coming into his adult hormones. He had seen plenty of beautiful females before. Why would this one-
Honored ancestors, she was back in that triangular pose, ass sticking out. Begging for his lips. She was pedaling her feet, making her behind move with the motion.
He didn't think he truly appreciated just how sexual humans were without even trying before this moment.
Her two eyes opened, and he caught a brief glimpse of a greenish-gray color before a surprised cry of fright escaped her lips and she fell. All the previous grace and sensuality broke in a snap as she toppled over – long, lean legs flying up in the air.
“What the-?! Don't sneak up on me like that!” She shouted, scooting away from him before scrambling to her feet. From the front, she looked even better.
The fabric that held her breasts aloft was tight, diminishing their size, but she was still larger than the average female of his own species. Her belly was rippling with her rapid breaths. He was distracted by the movement of the muscles in her legs.
Those beautiful, sensual legs. They looked great wrapped in the plain, teal fabric. He bet they would look even better wrapped around his waist.
“Who are you?” She demanded to know, shrinking back from him.
In fright, he realized, desire curdling in his gut as he realized he had been dishonoring himself by so openly admiring her without welcome. Clearing his throat, he saluted her formally.
“Forgive me for startling you, female. I am Romival. Sec... First Scholar. I was told that you all had been informed that I would be coming by.”
She had begun to relax upon hearing his name, but she still gave him a wide berth as she stepped around to a loose dress that she must have discarded before beginning.
.. whatever that sensual dance had been.
She pulled it over her head, concealing herself from him, before tying it off at the waist. Hiding that body should be criminal.
“Romival,” she repeated. “Right. Yeah. Er, I guess I just expected you to use the front door, not come around the back creeper style.”
Romival frowned, cocking his head. “Creeper style?”
She waved away the words with her hand, offering him a smile. “Nothing. Never mind. D-Did you want to do the interview now?”