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said. “While I agree that we must go slowly and carefully, I also admit that my desire to do so is based more on my concern for her than for anyone else.”
Garen nodded in agreement. “Yes, I feel the same. Lariah is, herself, of the utmost importance to me. But, at the same time, I understand the concerns of the others. Our race has waited three thousand years for this moment. We cannot deny them their voice.”
“No, we cannot,” Trey agreed. “But our first duty is to our Arima.”
“Agreed,” Garen said at once. “As I told Riata, we will wait until more is known before changing her in any way. That is the only promise I am willing to make at this time.”
“In the meantime, we need to begin telling her about ourselves, and our history,” Val said.
Trey frowned. “So soon?” he asked. “What if she reacts badly? We have seen and heard enough to know that most human women have a very difficult time accepting that information.”
Garen nodded. “True enough,” he agreed. “But, it has to be done. We need to begin soon. If she reacts badly, then we will have that much more time to help her come to terms with it all.”
Trey sighed. “Yes, I agree as well,” he said finally. He glanced at the vid screen and noted that several hundred more messages had arrived while they were talking. “What are you going to do about this?” he asked, gesturing toward the vid screen.
Garen shrugged. “I have already contacted the council and requested that they assign someone to respond to the messages on our behalf. I indicated that our time would be better spent with our Arima. They agreed.” Garen hesitated, set his jaw and continued. “They also felt it necessary to warn us against pressing Lariah into a sexual relationship too quickly.”
Val and Trey stared at him, stunned not only by the council’s presumption in commenting on such a personal matter, but also by Garen’s apparent acceptance of it. Garen met their surprised gazes with one of mixed regret and determination.
“Our request to the council that Riata be fully informed of our history and brought in to work with the Elders to aid us in this matter has been granted. When asked, Riata told them what she told us about Lariah’s injuries. They are concerned that Lariah has not yet recovered from her trauma, and that placing pressure on her of any kind would be unwise.”
Garen’s face hardened. “I must agree with them in this. We allowed our lust and our pheromones to rule our actions. I know that Lariah was neither afraid nor unwilling. Nevertheless, we did not put our Arima’s health and well being first, and in that, we failed her.”
Val and Trey both hung their heads. It had been less than 24 hours since they had been graced with the miracle of Lariah, and already they had proved themselves unworthy of her.
“I know how you feel,” Garen said. “I too feel that way. In our defense, it has been centuries since any of us have felt physical desire, and she is so beautiful, so perfect for us sexually, and we were so unprepared to see her…” Garen trailed off. Just thinking of his first sight of her standing in the bathtub that morning made him so hard he hurt. He cleared his throat and forced his thoughts back to the moment. “What is done is done, and I do not believe that we caused her harm. However, we need to be more careful from now on, and remember to put her first, not ourselves.”
Val and Trey nodded in agreement as they raised their heads and straightened their shoulders. It helped to remember that Lariah had greatly enjoyed their encounter that morning, though that did not make either of them feel excused from what they had done.
Garen flipped a switch, turning the vid screen off. Then the three of them sat and began planning how best to proceed with their Arima, and the many problems that they were now faced with.
Lariah
Garen nodded in agreement. “Yes, I feel the same. Lariah is, herself, of the utmost importance to me. But, at the same time, I understand the concerns of the others. Our race has waited three thousand years for this moment. We cannot deny them their voice.”
“No, we cannot,” Trey agreed. “But our first duty is to our Arima.”
“Agreed,” Garen said at once. “As I told Riata, we will wait until more is known before changing her in any way. That is the only promise I am willing to make at this time.”
“In the meantime, we need to begin telling her about ourselves, and our history,” Val said.
Trey frowned. “So soon?” he asked. “What if she reacts badly? We have seen and heard enough to know that most human women have a very difficult time accepting that information.”
Garen nodded. “True enough,” he agreed. “But, it has to be done. We need to begin soon. If she reacts badly, then we will have that much more time to help her come to terms with it all.”
Trey sighed. “Yes, I agree as well,” he said finally. He glanced at the vid screen and noted that several hundred more messages had arrived while they were talking. “What are you going to do about this?” he asked, gesturing toward the vid screen.
Garen shrugged. “I have already contacted the council and requested that they assign someone to respond to the messages on our behalf. I indicated that our time would be better spent with our Arima. They agreed.” Garen hesitated, set his jaw and continued. “They also felt it necessary to warn us against pressing Lariah into a sexual relationship too quickly.”
Val and Trey stared at him, stunned not only by the council’s presumption in commenting on such a personal matter, but also by Garen’s apparent acceptance of it. Garen met their surprised gazes with one of mixed regret and determination.
“Our request to the council that Riata be fully informed of our history and brought in to work with the Elders to aid us in this matter has been granted. When asked, Riata told them what she told us about Lariah’s injuries. They are concerned that Lariah has not yet recovered from her trauma, and that placing pressure on her of any kind would be unwise.”
Garen’s face hardened. “I must agree with them in this. We allowed our lust and our pheromones to rule our actions. I know that Lariah was neither afraid nor unwilling. Nevertheless, we did not put our Arima’s health and well being first, and in that, we failed her.”
Val and Trey both hung their heads. It had been less than 24 hours since they had been graced with the miracle of Lariah, and already they had proved themselves unworthy of her.
“I know how you feel,” Garen said. “I too feel that way. In our defense, it has been centuries since any of us have felt physical desire, and she is so beautiful, so perfect for us sexually, and we were so unprepared to see her…” Garen trailed off. Just thinking of his first sight of her standing in the bathtub that morning made him so hard he hurt. He cleared his throat and forced his thoughts back to the moment. “What is done is done, and I do not believe that we caused her harm. However, we need to be more careful from now on, and remember to put her first, not ourselves.”
Val and Trey nodded in agreement as they raised their heads and straightened their shoulders. It helped to remember that Lariah had greatly enjoyed their encounter that morning, though that did not make either of them feel excused from what they had done.
Garen flipped a switch, turning the vid screen off. Then the three of them sat and began planning how best to proceed with their Arima, and the many problems that they were now faced with.
Lariah
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