Nya has enjoyed her time on Arcros, mediating minor disputes and arranging marriages. She never expected that she had been offered the position based on her suitability to be a Draikynkyn mate, and that her soon to be lover was working his way through stone pathways to her side. Hyfor is not what she was expecting, but as she was expecting to work in obscurity, she wasn't really prepared for anything. Mating with a dragon might be a good bar joke, but the reality far eclipsed the fantasy.

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Intact

A Terran Times Novella

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

Mediator Antonya Morris stretched and twisted, working her stiff muscles before she had to return to the meeting room. The negotiations had been rough, but she felt that she had managed the best possible arrangement for her client's family. This was going to be one hell of a wedding.

Nya smiled as she thought about her client, Viisha Ordu. That young Evian woman had everything she wanted in life clearly outlined. There was no getting around it. Her husband was in for a hard time unless he mastered the phrase, Yes, dear.

The Ordu family had engaged Nya's services to manage the mediation and contract signing, but it had hardly been necessary. Viisha had her mate-to-be well in hand.

With her break completed, she returned to the table where the families were sitting in a subdued silence. "So, are we all still in agreement?"

The families nodded. It had been two days of negotiations, but it had been worked out to everyone's satisfaction. "When do you want to hold the ceremony?"

The Ordus sat up, their head feathers ruffling slightly. "Within a month."

The groom's side muttered in shock. The matriarch looked down her nose at the patriarch of the Ordus. "Unseemly. We have no means to arrange this within the month."

Nya held up her hand, the mediator robes falling back to expose her forearm. The room went silent. "The Ordu family has already agreed to take on all extenuating finances. That will include organizing a rushed ceremony and all of the rituals leading up to it. You need only pay for the actual official performing the ceremony, as is custom."

The Zenki family inclined their heads, their feathers smoothing to lie flat along their skulls. Viisha was still a little irritated, but her peacock blue feathers slowly receded away from the static halo. "That is not customary."

"I am aware of that, but I am here to make sure that you both meet each other halfway. I am aware that Evian families tend to give all of the financial responsibility to the male, but with your agreement, Yargo will have plenty to take care of with finding you both a home to the agreed specs."

Yargo Zenki nodded, his raven black feathers lying in a relaxed manner on his skull. He was the most mellow Evian that Nya had seen in her three months as Mediator. He had sat silently through the entire negotiation, his eyes on his blushing bride-to-be. For Nya, it would have been unnerving for that raptor gold gaze to be focussed on her, but Viisha fluffed and preened her feathers for the entire event.

Nya quickly completed the addendums to the contracts and slid one copy to each party to sign, including a file copy and then switched them before signing herself. "There. You are officially engaged in a mating contract. Congratulations on your nuptials."

As per her Evian Mediation training, she lanced her finger with a quill and drew a line through all signatures in her own blood.

"I hereby ratify this contract by the laws of the Evian and the Alliance." Nya pressed her finger subtly to the pad next to the quill, stopping the flow of blood.

The families stood, shook hands, took their copies of the arrangement and left her office. She breathed deeply and let her breath out on a low sigh.

Years earlier, she had never guessed that her ability to smooth over family dust ups would land her in the Volunteer program back on earth. Joining the Alliance export program had come as a shock to her, but her family had been all for it.

The Alliance planets called them Terrans now, a much more graceful term than the Earthers that had been proposed by some of their governments. Nya had done two years of general studies at an Alliance mediator-training centre and five years of rotating station duty.

When the post on Arcros was offered to her, she had jumped at the chance to be ground bound for a while. The Evian settlers were friendly, the planet's avatar was generous with her stipend and being part of the colony and yet a completely different species was a challenge that she enjoyed.

With her clothing and shelter being provided by the planet itself, she had no expenses, so her retirement fund was rapidly growing to enormous proportions. Working with the Evian paid very well.

She grabbed the contract and scanned and filed it. It was her fourth wedding mediation, but fifteenth contract over all. The Evian's kept her fairly busy.

She checked her calendar for any new appointments and when it came up clear, she giggled. It was time to get some food and have a charming night in.

The construction mediation was due to start in the morning and she was going to need fortification.

With her basket full of food ready for her delicate touch in the kitchen, she entered her small home and came up short at the sight of the avatar of Arcros sitting at her kitchen counter with a chilled glass of wine.

"Hello, Berenghetti. How are you this evening?" Nya walked into her kitchen and started to assemble her meal. "Would you care to share dinner?"

"That would be lovely, Antonya. You are a thoughtful hostess."

Nya fished some more vegetables out of the cooler to supplement her shopping and started chopping. "What brings you to my humble home?"

"I was simply wondering how you were adjusting to life here on Arcros. Not everyone is able to work with the Evian day after day." Berenghetti inclined her head and sipped at the wine.

Nya spared a quick glance to the avatar and noted the telltale signs of Arcros within his chosen vessel.

Berenghetti was an attractive female of Nyal extraction, her clothing was elegant and of a similar style to the robes that Nya was required to wear.

"They aren't too bad. As long as you remember that they are simply interested in gemstones and money, they are a fairly easy people to get along with."

Berenghetti laughed, a low, rich sound. "The feathered ones were very polite when they asked to start a colony here. Your presence has already had a bit of a calming influence. I thank you for that. It has been a rough two hundred years."

Nya barked a laugh in response. "I can only imagine. How long have you been avatar for Arcros?"

"I am going on just over nine hundred years. It was fairly lonely until the Evian and then the frustration took over with a rapid surge."

Nya smiled again and set up a pan to sauté thin slices of meat into a peculiar stir fry. It was hard to manage Terran-familiar foods, but with enough research and a few nights spent over her lav, she had managed to find blends that suited her palate and allowed her a balanced diet.

Berenghetti shared her fascination with attractive foods and this was not the first time that Nya had found the avatar nearby at mealtime.

Sharing just seemed the ideal method of learning more about the only other oddball that was walking this world of gemologists and jewellers.

Nya tossed the meat and sliced vegetables together and ran a light sauce across the whole brightly coloured mass. She dished it out onto both of her two plates and placed the eating prongs on them at an angle.

Berenghetti pulled out another wine glass and served her. "It is from Arcros's best vintage. I stocked your wine rack with it."

"Thank you." She inclined her head and waited for the avatar to start eating before she picked up her own prongs. She took a bite and smiled at the taste. "Now, no rudeness intended, Avatar, but what the hell are you doing here?"

Berenghetti raised one finger and swallowed. "It is a complicated matter, but in a nutshell, you know that your presence here is not a coincidence."

"I know that. No one comes to one of these colonies without someone behind the scenes pulling some strings. So, who was it that wanted me here?" She dug into her food and sipped at the wine while Berenghetti formed a reply.

"Antonya, what do you know about the Draikyn?"

Chapter Two

"They are a winged race. They are fairly insular and rarely leave their homes." Nya put a few slices of shredded veg into her mouth and chewed slowly while she thought about them. "No one knows that much about them aside from a mythical link to ancient dragons."

Berenghetti finished her meal and focussed on the wine. "They are not so mythical. There is one of their ancient kind sleeping beneath the surface of Arcros and that is where the problem comes in."

Nya blinked in surprise and bided her time. She finished her own food while Berenghetti got her thoughts together.

"He is waking up and I have accidentally allowed the Evian onto his territory."

"I see. Do you want me to mediate?"

"No, an agreement has already been reached. I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of the terms."

The avatar was sipping at her wine, studiously not looking Nya in the eye. Suspicion immediately flared.

"Please explain why I need to be included in this little matter." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Well, I accidentally let the Evian mine in the nesting site he had contracted for and since I was in default, he demanded that I produce his match immediately." Berenghetti turned her head and it was Arcros meeting Nya's gaze with calm and serenity. "We engaged in the search and found you."

The brilliant glowing green energy was quite noticeable in comparison to the normal placid red of Berenghetti's gaze.

"I see. So, I am a default on a contract?" She had to look at it in the confines of her job or she would fly apart.

"No, of course not. He would have courted you himself, but he has been burrowing out from under the Evian mines for the last few months and he wishes to be presentable when you meet."

Nya knew that Terrans were in demand as mates for certain species, but she was fairly sure that the Draikyn were not completely compatible with humans. "The last few months?"

"He started to shift his position the moment that you landed. Hyfor will be here in a matter of days."

"I can't possibly be his mate. From the little that I remember from basic training, Draikyn were on our incompatible list." She was clutching at straws, but it was all she could come up with on such short notice. The idea that there was a dragon under the settlements digging closer to her was a little mind boggling.

Being available for a mating and reproductive situation had been part of the Volunteer contract. They were required to bear a genetic heir to their lineage if at all possible and with the tech of the Alliance, it was more than possible, it was a certainty. Too bad no one warned the humans before they left their world.

Arcros looked uncomfortable. "This is what I wanted to tell you. Before you came here, you were subjected to a medical exam which involved you being sedated. You were altered to Draikyn specifications over the course of eight days."

Nya lifted the wine glass to her lips and drained the contents before holding it out for more. "What?"

"As part of your contract, we slipped in a specification that you would accept all of our medical insistences to make you acceptable to the population."

She thought about the requirement and groaned. "I thought it was in relation to dealing with the Evians."

Arcros shrugged. "That was the hope. As you have pointed out to your clients, the detail of the wording is everything."

Nya slammed down the wine that he poured for her and sat while her thoughts spun in a chaotic whirl.

Arcros kept pouring for her and eventually let Berenghetti take on her drunken blathering.

"I mean…what kind of a man lives underground?"

Berenghetti dabbed at Nya's spilled wine with a napkin. "He isn't a man, he's a Draikyn. He's one of their sleepers. They scattered across the stars onto the planets that they found to keep their shifting talents alive. They went into a dormant state on the planets and waited until their mates were nearby. That wakes them."

"So, how did he put out the ultimatum if he wasn't awake yet?" Nya's slurring words required effort on the avatar's behalf, but she suddenly straightened with understanding.

"Oh, he communicated with Arcros on the psychic plane. They had long, long chats about you." Berenghetti poured her another glass.

"I can't believe that they did that to me. I mean, changing my lady parts and stuff without even asking me. That is damned rude."

"Damned rude. I agree."

"It's not fair. You are matching me one glass to two and you aren't even tipsy." Nya slammed her hand against the carpeted floor and winced at the pain.

"I am sorry. It just isn't possible for me to get drunk without Arcros's intervention." She was a little wobbly but nowhere near Nya's ass-to-the-floor state.

"How did you end up with such a cranky planet in your head?" Nya was making large slurping sounds as she drank.

"I crashed while fleeing an arranged marriage. My choice was a heinous merchant or life as a slave, so I made my own choice and ran for it. Arcros spoke to me across space and he offered me a position as his avatar. With my fuel gone and my ship out of control as it sped toward the surface, I readily agreed and here I am."

"Did your fiancé every come to find you?"

"Oh, he did and Arcros had a nice talk with him. He ended up neutered and on his way home without hope of finding a female to carry his genes and no way to deliver them." Berenghetti chuckled.

"Berenge…Ber…Br…Is there a short version of your name I can use?"

A low chuckle came from the avatar. "Call me Getty. It is what my younger sister used to call me."

"Getty. It's a good name. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you had just stayed home?" Nya was feeling warm and relaxed, not nearly as enraged as she had felt earlier. She was sitting in her living room and leaning back against the couch, her legs splayed out in front of her, her robes spotted with wine.

"No. I know what would have happened. I would have been unhappy until I died. It would not have been a good life or a long one."

"I know. My life back home would have been boring. Just fixing scrapes between my family members over and over. I wouldn't have been happy and I never had a steady boyfriend, but to be handed over to a man I have never met just because of some property rights is a little insulting, not to mention kinda sudden."

She was getting sleepy and she nodded several times, a tune she liked to hum was playing in her mind.

"I think we need to get you to bed. Can you stand?"

Nya tried to push herself to a more upright position and failed. "Nope. 'sokay, just leave me here, I will wake up sometime in the morning."

Getty sighed and stood, leaning down to lift Nya in her arms.

"You are really strong."

"Side effect of hosting a planet. Now, let's get you out of your robes and into bed."

"Not without dinner and drinks…oh wait." Nya dissolved into giggles as she tugged off her gauntlets. She removed her head wrap when Getty sat her up on the edge of the bed and loosened her gown and robes. Some tugging, some cursing and a lot of laughter later, and Nya was in her bed with endless music playing in her head.

"Are you humming?" she asked Getty as she was leaving.

"No, that is Hyfor. It's a Draikyn courtship ritual to get the first mental contact between you. He will sing in your mind and then when he is here, you will be able to hear him when he is in his shifted form and cannot speak out loud."

"That is annoying."

Getty grinned at her as she turned out the light. "Tell him when you meet him. I am sure that he will be only too happy to adapt to your requirements."

"He had better. I am sure that I am more than willing to let him know exactly what I want and need." She hugged her spare pillow to her and smiled at the avatar. "Thank you for coming over."

"It was my pleasure, Antonya. Next time, I will bring more than four bottles."

Nya smiled sleepily. "Good plan. Night."

She stayed awake long enough to feel the tremor in the house as the door closed and locked behind her visitors. It was funny how one night and she was thinking that they were two separate people in that one body.

Nya attempted to track the singing in her mind back to its source, but she fell asleep when he shifted to a lullaby. Who could withstand a lullaby when they were already halfway to dreams?

Chapter Three

Her alarm was blaring, her mouth was burning and her throat was working hard to keep the contents of her stomach inside. A litre of water and a tepid shower and she was feeling much better. Two cups of kaf and juice bolstered her even more.

Two wine glasses, two plates and eating prongs were washed and on the draining board. The previous evening came to her in a rush and with it, she lost the battle to keep her stomach contents.

As she completed her heaves and washed out her mouth, she wondered if she had simply imagined the whole explanation. If ignorance was bliss, she wanted to rewind the day and become unaware of her reason for being on Arcros.

Nya groaned and pressed her forehead with her wet hands. She had to get to her office and prepare for her next client. The appointment was in just over an hour, so she had to get her ass in gear.

Stumbling back to her bedroom, she opened the wardrobe and pulled out another complete uniform. The gown went on with only a mild fight and the robes and gauntlets with a light whisper of complaint. Against her normal style, she left her blonde hair down and grabbed another bottle of water on her way out the door. It was not going to be the most pleasant of days.

"So, if you will sign here and here, I will have those design rights registered within the hour." Nya's head was pounding, but she kept her smile professional as Zukra signed his registration paperwork.

He didn't require her as a mediator but as a notary and she was only too glad to simply scan, register and verify his designs for him. Within two hours, they had completed all the forms and he was on his way.

A pass with her hand activated her direct Alliance terminal for registering agreements and she scanned in the forms as well as the designs on a secure frequency. Once that was done, she filed the physical documents and sent a ping to her receptionist for a cup of tea.

Groaning, she massaged her temples and wished for time to speed past while she waited for the cup.

When the door opened, she reached out her hand blindly and accepted the cup from her assistant.

"Mediator Morris, I have need of your services." The masculine tone was not that of her chirpy receptionist.

She jumped, spilling some of the hot liquid on her hand. Hissing, she shook her hand while transferring the cup to the blotter of her desk. Her guest was Yargo Zenki. His avian eyes were looking at her hair with direct curiosity and she realized that her first client had shown the same interest.

"It doesn't move with my moods. I have to make it do what I want. How may I help you, Yargo?"

She gestured for him to have a seat.

"I have need of an official to perform the ceremony and it has been suggested to my clan that you are a suitable selection." He didn't seem enthusiastic but rather resigned to his query.

"I am flattered, but I have no idea why anyone would suggest that. I can do the ceremony, but we both know that you would rather have your clan elder do the ceremony. Why the sudden change?"

He exhaled, his feathers flat to his skull. "I was ordered to have you as my official. Apparently, the avatar of Arcros is insisting upon it and what she wants, she gets."

Apparently, Berenghetti was interfering again. "Just a moment and I will call her."

"No, don't!"

His feathers snapped up in alarm, giving him a midnight halo.

"Why not? I can tell her to stop interfering. She won't kick me off Arcros. She can't." Her words were grim, but they were accurate if her memory was correct. There was a creature digging to daylight who had an interest in her and Arcros and the Evians were depending on her cooperation.

"I…you are serious?"

She smiled at him, trying to put all of her calm into the curve of her lips. "I am usually serious about ritual matters. This is your wedding. Make it the one you want."

He smiled at her, his feathers ruffling back into a more casual formation. "I think I just found my official. If you were willing to risk displeasing the avatar of the world we walk on simply to give me a good wedding, then how could I choose another? Your invitation will be arriving tomorrow. Have a good day, Mediator."

He rose, bowed and left the room without letting her say another word.

She stared helplessly at the closing door and muttered, "I suppose I had better bone up on Evian ceremonies then."

Berenghetti helped her on the big day, sending the other attendants running from the tent. "This colour looks wonderful on you."

"Which colour? I am wearing a freakin' rainbow." Her body was covered with deep gem tones. A ruby gown, sapphire robe, onyx belt and emerald fingerless gloves took the place of her normally white clothing. It was the same style, but that was where the similarities ended.

"Their rituals are very colourful. The only bland ones will be the bride and groom." Berenghetti fluffed her hair out and smiled at her own reflection garbed in blue and gold.

"Is it time?"

"I believe so. I will be up front in case you forget anything. Arcros has officiated a number of times." Getty kissed her on the cheek and left her.

Nya counted to five and straightened her shoulders, walking at a stately pace in her citron-coloured boots.

It was show time.

"Do you have the feathers?" This was the key point of the ceremony. After two hours of meditation, singing and fluttering of feathers, it came down to Viisha removing one of her feathers and Yargo removing one of his. They handed the feathers to Nya and she set them into the vacated position, flicking the tiny regenerator in her palm. The blood from the wound healed and they now wore their mate's feather in their own head for the rest of their lives.

"With you now wearing each other's colours, I wish you happiness, prosperity and joy. Be good and kind to each other and to those you meet along life's journey. May all be well. I declare you Viisha and Yargo, bound for life."

At her final declaration, the families and friends gathered rose to their feet and whistled their approval. The happy couple nuzzled each other's cheeks and stood to greet their community as a mated couple for the first time.

Exhausted by tension, Nya wanted a cup of tea and a place to sit as soon as she could manage it, but first, she had to thank Getty for her help.

Finding the avatar in a gathering full of folk dressed in every colour in the spectrum was quite the task. As usual, she was a popular figure to see and be seen with.

A huge male was standing in the crowd, speaking to someone of average height and when the crowd parted, Nya made her way to his conversational companion.

"Getty, thank you for your help. I don't know how I could have forgotten those words. That song is embedded in my mind now." She ignored the large male, having not been introduced. It was rude to stare at Evian males and though she didn't get a good look at him, she knew he wasn't someone she had met before.

"Nya, this is Hyfor. Hyfor, this is Antonya Morris." Getty was so casual that it seemed she was oblivious to the rigor of the two creatures around her.

Nya stared into his sapphire eyes, his midnight hair a neat frame to his rough jaw and aquiline nose. The clear cut of his lips showed his tension, as did the flexing pulse on the column of his thick neck.

He was wearing a deep amethyst tunic in a wrap style favoured by the Enjels, his black trousers led to black boots and onyx accessories marked his wrists and waist. Now that she was staring at him, she noticed the peculiar protrusions behind him and her eyes widened as she realized she was looking at wings.

He extended his hand to her and she put hers on top of it in a formal greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Hyfor of the Draikyn."

"And you, Antonya of Terra. I have looked forward to this meeting for a long time." He lowered his head and raised her hand to his lips.

The tingle of her hand in his had already started her senses clamouring, but the moment his lips brushed her knuckles, her knees threatened to give way.

"I just found out about you this week. You have me at a disadvantage."

His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes in a very attractive way. "I intend to keep you there as long as I can."

Chapter Four

It was now obvious to Nya why Berenghetti had forced the clan to make her an official for this event. It was the best way to dress her up for the Draikyn.

"There is a meal being served. Would you care to join me?" Being polite was always a good backup plan when you were thrown for a loop.

He didn't release her hand but slowly led her off in the direction of the guest stream. "I would be happy to."

Getty was beaming at them, the bright glow of Arcros in her eyes. Nya shot her an I-will-get-you-for-this look and let Hyfor lead her to the buffet.

They moved together in silence, making the same food selections and choosing the same quiet outer table for their meal.

As a server came by, Nya asked for tea and she noted Hyfor's grin. "Is there something funny about tea?"

"No, but then I have never known someone to have a two-day hangover before."

She paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. "You felt that?"

"It did make its way to me, yes. I think I need to explain something in the Draikyn mate-selection process. It wasn't random. Not any Terran would have done. I needed you. Your mind resonates at the same rate as mine. We share a frequency and I can tap into that frequency to sense your moods. For example, right now you are rather perturbed and a bit embarrassed."

She sighed and drummed her fingers on the table, pushing her meal away. "So, I am to have no privacy?"

"Your thoughts are your own. Your moods sing along the frequency though."

"Are you sure?"

A light colouration of dark bronze skimmed under his tanned skin. "Well, as we engage in courtship, our connection will deepen."

"What does courtship entail?"

"Gifts, seduction and eventually, acceptance of the home provided for you." He ticked the points off on his fingers as if seduction was part of all lists he made.

He must be hell on wheels in the grocery store.

She stifled her amusement, but his head came up swiftly as he tried to determine what had made her laugh. She returned to her food and cleared her plate before sitting back.

"So, the Evian destroyed the home you originally had planned?"

His lips turned down in a scowl. "Yes. It was a structure built of gemstones. Apparently, it was too attractive a deposit for the Evian to pass up and since they came upon it via an underground tunnel system, until Arcros saw the stones, he had no idea what was going on."

"Ah, yes. Getty mentioned something to that effect."

"Yes, to say that I was rather upset was an understatement. It was all the avatar could do to keep me sleeping and promise me that she would put all of her effort into finding my mate. I knew that you were off your home world but was not in a position to seek you out."

She fought the blush that rose in her cheeks at his frank gaze. "I am guessing you are a hard fellow to wake in the morning."

He chuckled. "Only when I have been sleeping for centuries. Normally, I have a fairly alert demeanour."

"I am glad to hear it. Do you have any questions for me?" She sipped at her tea and arched an eyebrow.

"Yes, I have many questions, but they can wait until we begin our courtship. Would you care to dance?"

Her lips twitched. "Wouldn't that constitute beginning a courtship?"

He stood and held his hand out to her. "I won't tell if you don't."

She smiled and took his lead, joining the dancers on the floor. Nya tried to hide her blush at the feel of his hand against her back, covering her from the base of her spine to the centre of her back.

As he moved, he held her to an appropriate distance and shifted around the dance floor. She would have thought that his wings would have made him a little awkward in close quarters, but he had complete control over his personal space and hers as well.

The music was classic Evian, harmonious and rhythmic. All of the musicians were in fine form for this great event.

Together, Nya and Hyfor moved from song to song, shifting and twirling with a synchronicity that astonished her. She had never danced this gracefully with anyone in her life. It was as if they were meant to be.

Wide-eyed, Nya ruthlessly squashed that thought. She may be his match, but it would take some time before he proved that he was hers.

"I think I need to sit the next one out." She whispered it to his collarbone, the closest thing to his head that she could reach.

"Of course." He completed the turn that they were on and escorted her back to their table. She was barely seated when he returned with glasses of water, one of which he pressed into her hand.

She sipped at the water and watched the whirling dancers as the Evian entered and left the dance floor. They were truly a lovely species, but as she watched them, the music that she heard transformed to a more powerful tone and it was echoing in her mind.

"Stop that, Hyfor."

His voice rolled over her. "Stop what?"

"Singing in my mind."

He chuckled and she deliberately did not turn to look at him. "Get used to it, courtship has begun."

She sighed and turned to glare at him. "Couldn't you have given me a ten count or something?"

"I prefer to catch my prey by surprise." He lifted one of her hands to his lips and feathered another kiss across it.

"I am prey, am I?"

"You are my beloved mate-to-be and I am going to do whatever it takes to bring you over to my way of thinking. I never actually thought that the seers were correct. To know that you are here, living and breathing in front of me is almost beyond believing."

The wonder in his voice was not feigned. He truly was looking at her as if he was not sure she was real.

"So, you and other Draikyn left your home to sleep on other worlds until a woman who matched you happened to fly past? Isn't that badly thought out as a dating scheme?"

He grinned but kept her hand firmly in his. "It is not the easiest set of traditions to follow through with, but we do what we can. And from what I have been told, at least three of the other Sleepers have met their matches. With me meeting you, that brings it to four woken, four matched. It may not be well thought out, but it is working."

She made a face and laughed at her own reaction. "One of those women had Terran genes in her from an ancestor and the other two were in the same Volunteer batch as I am. I looked it up."

"Then you are already aware of the possibilities of a relationship with our two species."

She grumbled. "Yes, but I was not aware that my body had already been tweaked to those specifications."

"For that, I am sorry. Arcros may have been a little too eager to bring my mate to me."

She barked a laugh. "He had to if he wanted to keep the Evian settlement intact."

A blushed darkened Hyfor's cheeks. "Ah, yes, I was rather upset when I found out that the home that took me fifty years to build had been torn apart to make jewellery. Can you blame me?"

She laughed again. "Not at all. It makes perfect sense to me. So, that just leaves one question, what are you going to do about a home now?"

"Arcros began the foundation for my home and I have been calling crystals into place for the last few months. The home should be ready for viewing within the month."

"That soon?"

"Yes, we will have a more accelerated courtship than I had hoped, but to be frank, I have been without female companionship for a very, very long time."

Giggles won her over and she pressed her head to the table in an effort to hide her mirth.

It took her five minutes, but she managed to raise her head and smile weakly at him. "Good to know. I won't say that I am in a similar situation, but it has been a while for me, too."

He looked a little taken aback. "You are not a virgin?"

"No, you are a decade late on that one. Plenty of rolling around in haystacks where I came from." She sipped at her water and watched his reaction. He was processing it fairly rapidly.

She shot back at him, "Are you a virgin?"

He looked insulted. "Of course not."

"Then why should I be? For many women, it was a rite of passage to select our first male. I won't say that we always chose correctly, but we had the right to choose."

When he had finished digesting that, he nodded. "You are correct. You are from a different species and it was to be expected that you would have different social traditions."

That was the nicest way he could put it and she smiled and patted his hand. "You will accept it or you won't, but either way, it is the truth."

He paused and then a grin spread over his features. "I suppose I can accelerate the seduction side of the courtship then."

She groaned and gasped as his mouth pressed to hers in a kiss that knocked her out of her chair and into his arms.

Chapter Five

Nya tried to hold still, but her instincts had her clutching at his shoulders for support. After a few minutes of getting comfortable on his lap, she relaxed into the coaxing pressure on his lips. The room full of watchers faded as his mouth convinced her lips to part. The first teasing forays of his tongue made her shiver and it was the nervous clearing of a throat that broke their connection.

Blinking frantically to clear her hazed vision, she turned her head to see the elders of both the Ordu and Zenki families.

They ignored her and addressed Hyfor. "Sir, is the avatar correct in that you are Hyfor, the Monolith?"

He sighed and pressed his forehead against Nya's hair for a moment before sitting up and addressing them. "Yes, I am indeed Hyfor, the Sleeper."

They nodded at his correction and immediately peppered him with a cacophony of questions about geological stability and gem concentrations in the region. Nya pried her way out of his embrace and smiled, "I will see you another time. Enjoy your conversation, Hyfor."

Her tone had softened on his name and his pupils flared as his pointed ears twitched in reaction to her voice. The imperceptible inclination of his head was a dismissal and without a look back, she left.

Nya made her way to the happy couple and she bowed low, wishing them the happiest of lives.

"Mediator, are you really the mate of the Monolith?" Viisha's whisper carried to the rest of the folk nearby and Nya was aware of the attention.

"So I am informed."

Yargo suddenly seemed much more pleased by his choice of official. "He was an amazing consultant for our people years ago. Is it true that his body is made of gem stones?"

Blushing, her mind played back the very warm, very firm flesh she had been pressed against. "Not in this form."

"Will he be taking his other form tonight?" Viisha was excited by the thought.

"I have no idea. Blessings to you upon this day." She reached into the pocket inside her jewelled belt and gave them the gift of uncut gems that she had selected the moment that she had been invited as official.

With her duty done for the evening, Nya made her way to the exit. When she glanced at him, Hyfor was still engrossed in conversation with the elders, so she felt it was the ideal time to make a run for it.

She didn't run, but she found herself trying to conceal her agitation as she worked through the crowd, slipped out of the celebration and into the night.

The cool air was refreshing, it woke her up the little bit she needed to identify and pursue the path home. With a lighter heart and a mind full of memories of the feel of Hyfor's touch, she made her way down the paved pathway that would take her home in about an hour.

Her boots were silent on the stones as she debated the pros and cons of taking the possibility of a Draikyn as a lover. He was certainly keen on her, which was a plus. He wasn't handsome, but she couldn't look away from his riveting features. That was a plus. He was demanding. That was a con. He wasn't going to give up on his idea of her being his mate without a fight and she had no idea if that was good or not.

The rush of air next to her was the only warning that she had that she was no longer alone.

"You left without saying goodbye." His voice held a warning that didn't faze her. He was more perturbed than angry.

"You were occupied with the elders. I didn't want to disturb you."

He wrapped an arm around her waist and fell into step with her. "Liar."

"Deal with it. I just wanted to go for a walk and get away from all those staring eyes."

"And you had fun sneaking out. I felt it quite clearly."

She snorted and he looked at her in surprise.

"I have to say that I have never heard a woman make that noise before."

She laughed, her voice startling a number of small animals in the bushes nearby. "I have an entire repertoire of weird noises at my disposal. If you are truly insistent in pursuing me, you had best get used to them."

His grin showed disturbingly sharp teeth reflecting the light of one of Arcros's eight moons. "I am sure that I will be able to adapt. I am willing to do an in-depth study of the Terran female at any time you are willing to instruct me."

She let out a gusty sigh and he laughed.

"I might give you a little information on Terrans, but you are going to have to do the mass of research on your own. Apparently, my race is the newest collectible in the Alliance and in other reaches, including the Nyal Imperium." She didn't add that the Nyal occasionally tried to enslave her people. It went without saying.

Slavery and a refusal to relinquish the tradition is what kept the Nyal and their affiliate races from entering the Alliance. Terrans were not fond of being slaves, so it took quite a bit of negotiation to get them into Nyal space. Antonya was the perfect example of that process. She never would have thought that Nyal space would be for her, but Arcros had called and the Alliance had negotiated an agreement to get her in place.

Nya frowned as she realized that they had known about the Draikyn under the surface of the planet before she had been shipped off and they hadn't mentioned a damned thing.

"Why are you irritated?"

"The negotiator who orchestrated my contract here knew about you and didn't mention anything to me. I found out less than a week ago. It is a little much to take in."

His arm around her waist tightened. "I will give you whatever you need to help you adapt to the change in your circumstance."

She stopped in her tracks and he stopped with her. "Don't give me anything. I earn what I get and I will fight for whatever I get. You were cranky enough about the lost home site to threaten a settlement. I am fairly sure that I don't want to involve you in my struggle for emotional equilibrium."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "If there is anything I can do, tell me."

She relaxed a little, her feisty mood subsiding at the warm touch. "I will, but give me time. From what I understand, Draikyn live a very, very long time. You don't need to hurry."

He resumed walking, his wing flaring out to block the wind from blowing her hair into her eyes. The small protective gesture cracked her reflexive hostility. He was going to wear her down and it wasn't going to take long at all.

They walked in silence for half a mile before he asked, "How long does your species normally live?"

"A female will live ninety years or so. Some more, some less. I am guessing that my alterations have extended my lifespan somewhat."

He inclined his head. "It is likely. When we bond completely, that will sync your lifespan to mine. It will extend it even more."

"Ah, I see. Now, why do the Evian call you the Monolith?"

He chuckled. "It is a strange tale."

"We have twenty minutes of walking to go. Strange suits the evening."

"I have been a geological specialist most of my life. It has been my talent and my passion. I have been able to seek out deposits of jewels and minerals beneath the surface of any world, so I was contacted by the Evian centuries ago to begin a survey of one of their worlds."

"Sounds fairly straightforward. What happened?"

He sighed, a heavy gust of sound. "They didn't tell me that there were sentients on that planet who were not yet of star-drive capabilities. I landed and did a recon in my larger form and it started a religion."

He grimaced and continued, "The locals began to call me the Monolith and reported it to the Evian scouting teams. They found it very amusing and sent the name in the recon report to their home world."

"And it stuck."

"Oh yes. I had done many explorations for the Evian and by the time that moniker was hung on me, it was almost my time to sleep. I was the Monolith worshiped by the Jesku and there was nothing I could to about it. They even erected statuary in my honour. I refused to allow the Evian mining privileges, but it was too late, the name stuck."

Smiling at the small insight into Hyfor's past, she was almost sorry to see her home appear at the end of the street.

The tiny house was enough for her, but it had no guest room. She was going to extricate herself from his grip when he said. "And now, I will leave you at your door. Are you free tomorrow?"

She bit her lip. "I have an appointment in the morning, but I am free in the afternoon if things go well."

"Excellent. Will you accompany me to one of the sites I am deliberating? It will be better if I have a woman's opinion. I only see the stone."

His frankness was refreshing. It was also a bit of a lie. No creature could crawl out of a multi-hundred-year slumber and put together an outfit that flattering if they had no eye for detail.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard herself say, "Pick me up at my offices at noon. Berenghetti can show you the way."

He kissed her goodbye on her doorstep and she shivered the entire way back to her bedroom. An unfamiliar noise outside made her rush to a window in time to see a jewel-encrusted dragon curling into a sleeping posture on her front lawn. He took up the entire small space but seemed very content to curl his head under one wing and go to sleep. His whole body was a mound of gems that the Evian must drool over in their dreams.

She whispered, "Goodnight, Hyfor," and to her embarrassment, the tip of his tail waved goodnight in return.

She backed away from the window, got ready for bed and lay down with a silly smirk on her face. Nya regretfully faced the likelihood that that same smile would be there in the morning.

Chapter Six

Nya's dreams were filled with music and an enticing feel of skin on skin. She woke with her bedding clutched to her neck and her thighs clenched tightly together. Her pulse was frantic and she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life.

Cold shower.

She soaked her head under the spray and breathed deeply. If dreams like that were part of Hyfor's seduction techniques, she was going to be on her back before she could say sneeze.

Images, flashes of wings, muscles and strong arms, heat around her and deep inside. She groaned and pressed her forehead against the cool tile of the shower. Her lips were blue and she was shaking by the time she felt in control of her hormones.

A message was flashing on her communication unit and when she triggered it, her assistant's voice said, "Mediator, your appointment today has cancelled. He had a bit too much to drink at the wedding last night. He will rebook for later in the week."

Nya groaned and knew in that instant that it was interference on Berenghetti's part, an accelerated matchmaking attempt that was glaringly obvious.

She called her assistant and informed her that she would not be coming into the office today. Nothing was worse than going into the office on her day off if there was nothing to do.

She pulled on her favourite casual-day outfit--a loose pair of cottony trousers and a matching tunic in a crystal blue that matched her eyes. In the dusty environment of Arcros, boots were a must if she didn't want to spend every night scrubbing her feet back to a pasty white.

Her boots for the day were a rough brown, tight across the calf and almost snug around the knee. She belted her tunic and went downstairs to wake the dragon.

The smell of breakfast struck her halfway down the stairs. Hyfor was in the kitchen and a plate of eggs and another of sliced fruit were waiting for her. "Good morning, Antonya. I heard you in the shower and came in to make you breakfast."

"Thank you. Um. I thought I locked the door." She bit her lip at his queer smile.

"Locks are metal and metal is a mineral and minerals are mine to command."

"Ah. I see. Good to know. If I want privacy, take up woodworking."

He laughed and poured her a cup of fresh-squeezed juice. "I can break through most wood. You will have to become a master carpenter to keep me out if I want in, but I promise you all the privacy I can manage."

The honesty in his tone was more than she had expected. "Your forthright attitude is refreshing if a little blunt for this time of day."

He grinned again and jerked his head toward the plate. "Eat and we will go on tours of the various sites I have had prepared."

"How did you know I suddenly have the day free?"

He sat next to her at the counter and tried to look innocent. "I simply had a dream and was hoping that it was so."

Giving him a sarcastic glare, she worked through her breakfast and enjoyed the silent companionship. He ate his food while she ate hers and though she was positive she ate slower than he did, they finished at the same time.

He swiftly did the dishes and put them on the draining board. "Are you ready?"

"Sure. But nothing that involves flying dragon-back."

He looked disappointed.

"Listen, I know that you want my legs wrapped around you, but throwing up the nice breakfast you just made is not the way I want to start my day."

He chuckled. "Fine, but can I carry you? Flying will be faster."

Nya weighed the pros and cons. She mimicked his tone, "Fine, but nothing more than an hour away and no wandering hands. This will be a platonic first date."

He inclined his head. "Agreed. Shall we go?"

She nodded and followed him to the door, passing through her own doorway as if she was the guest and he owned it. She couldn't help but feel that it was exactly the case.

The morning was still cool, but her long sleeves kept her just as warm as she needed to be. Her body heat ratcheted up a notch when Hyfor lifted her in his arms and spread his wings.

Taking off from a standing position was difficult for aircraft, but in the arms of a Draikyn of strength, the lift was gentle and the rise gradual. In under a minute, they could see all of the Evian settlement and were heading south toward one of the large mountain ranges.

Slow, steady beats of his wings moved them through the air and when the wind stung her eyes, she nestled her face against the column of his throat. She could feel his pulse through the skin of his neck, the increased tempo a mark of his attention to the small skin on skin contact.

His whisper in her ear sent shivers through her. "Open your eyes. We are at the first site."

She squinted and then her eyes widened as they landed inside a crystal-lined crater. "Oh, my."

Rainbows in a thousand hues burst and danced all around them as the sun caressed the crystals. "It's bright. Very bright. Beautiful but extraordinarily bright."

He chuckled. "This one is Berenghetti's choice. We will go to the next if you are up for it."

"Please, this one is lovely, but if I have options, I am always willing to take a chance on door number two."

He didn't ask her about the reference but launched them skyward again. This time, they went east, but still on the same circumference from the city. The flavour of the wind told her that one of the rare rainstorms was on the way. She spoke into his neck, "We might want to get out of the elements. These storms hit hard."

"I know all about them. I have been here for a very long time." His lips on her neck sent sensations tumbling through her. Images from her dreams blurred with reality and she breathed deeply to keep herself calm. Inhaling his scent was not a good way to stay in control of her hormones.

There was a woodsy scent overlaying male musk and a hint of earth. The heat coming off him was incredible and even though she had laid down the law for no frolicking, she was really tempted to break her own rules.

"This site has been on my mind for the last hundred years or so. It simply isn't quite right."

Surprised and realizing that they were no longer flying, she looked around. The four quarters of this crater were each a different colour and the contrast was rather jarring. "The colours clash. There is no transit in between them."

"Precisely what I thought, but while I was growing the crystals, I just couldn't see it with my own eyes."

The sun was over their heads. Noon had come to them while they were in transit. "Is there somewhere to get something to drink? Or a bathroom?"

He chuckled. "There is a spring this way. The entire crystalline structure is riddled with caverns. Let me show you." He set her on her feet and took her hand.

The crystals on the yellow side lit the interior and the spring became the second imperative on her list.

"Down the hall and to your left is an alcove that should be suitable."

He must have read her uncomfortable emotions and she ignored the embarrassment for the sake of following his directions.

A few minutes later and much calmer, she returned and drank her fill at the spring. "Okay, this one is nice and the lavatory is lovely, if a little cold to the touch. Thanks for the seat."

He winked and leaned in the doorway while she drank. "Your comfort is my highest priority."

She wiped her chin and licked her lips, watching a tick form in his jaw line. She blushed when it became apparent that he was watching her tongue search for water. "Sorry."

His shuddering breath as he sought for control was all she needed to fling her own rules to the wind.

With a resounding thwack, she surged into his arms and wrapped her hands behind his neck, pulling him down to meet her kiss.

He resisted her for a full two seconds before his hands gripped her waist and lifted her up so that they were level. The new position made it much easier for him to deepen their kiss. His tongue danced in her mouth, teasing at her teeth and stroking her own tongue with his.

Her dangling position got annoying, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and anchored herself. His hands shifted from her waist to cup her buttocks and pull her tightly against him. The pressure of his abs on her groin caused a shifting of her hips with a rhythmic pulse. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and the friction teased her nipples to hard points. A moan broke from her as her blood surged with every shift and wet slide of his tongue.

Heat pooled in her belly and she pulled her mouth free of his as her orgasm swept through her. The tone in her voice reverberated through the crystal until the entire site hummed in time with her scream.

Hyfor was murmuring comforting words against her neck, calming her and stroking a hand along her spine.

She was too tired to blush, so she simply rested her forehead against his neck. She breathed in the scent of their combined arousal, letting her body return to a resting state.

"Do you want to see the final site?" His voice was deep with his arousal, but he kept a comfortable grip on her.

She nodded against him and he shifted her in his grip. They took flight into a cloudy sky, making their way to the final site north of the city.

She watched their approach to the final site and her mind was filled with awe at the mimicry of the sky. Dawn was shown on the left in a pale blue white, noon was blue tinged with gold and night was marked by midnight blue and silver crystals.

"Wow. That is just…wow." She put her admiration into her mind and she felt a flicker in her own thoughts. An appreciation for her opinion.

She blinked in surprise. "Is that the bonding you mentioned?"

His own surprise was in his voice. "You felt that?"

"Yes."

He soared higher and as they climbed, the storm began around them. Hyfor held her tightly in his arms as they moved through the wind and the rain, untouched but surrounded by the wild force of Arcros.

Nya knew it was a memory that she would keep within her always, the combination of safety and wild savagery all in one. Hyfor took them down into the site and without slowing, into a hallway and they ended up in a cavern with a translucent ceiling.

The storm washed over them and they were untouched but could see every slash of lightning and every course of water over them.

The wildness of nature aroused Nya once again, but this time, Hyfor was not an observer.

Chapter Seven

Nya quickly worked at Hyfor's shirt, pulling tabs and hauling until his skin was bared to her touch.

"I am guessing that the rules are broken for the day?"

She didn't reply, but he took the hint when her hands worked at the clasp to his trousers. He pushed her hands away and took over.

Nya stood back and watched each inch of skin exposed by her companion. His wings spread for balance as he removed his boots and then peeled his trousers from his legs, exposing an impressive amount of muscle in addition to an erection that almost looked as hard as the crystals around them.

He stood and let her look her fill, spreading his wings to frame his naked body without any trace of self-consciousness. She walked around him, touching, stroking and when she untethered his hair, she sighed in satisfaction. The last piece of a missing sensual puzzle.

"You are lovely."

"Oh, my dear, I know I am not."

She smiled up at him and stroked his cheek. "As with the other sites, sometimes you need to take things as the whole and not in pieces. A beautiful face is simply a face, a strong limb is simply an appendage, but when you take in the whole…" She ran her hands down his neck, across his chest and over to his biceps. "You can find beauty in the most unlikely places if you know how to look."

Nya didn't get another word in, his kiss stole her breath and his hands woke every nerve ending they touched. She sighed as the fabric was peeled from her with gentle touches and her boots were removed with amazing dexterity.

When they were on even footing, his hands took on a more deliberate purpose, tugging her hair back to tilt her head to his and roaming over her to arouse and tease.

She shivered and moaned, sighed and twisted in his grip, the light drag of his claws against her nipples threatened pain but delivered pleasure. When he knelt before her and used his tongue on her skin, sucking at her breasts, nipping at her ribs and laving her belly with slow strokes, she keened in desperation. Her body was rioting and she wanted him inside her.

He laid her down and lifted her up on his palms, his huge hands cupping her buttocks and spreading her thighs as he moved her into a position where his mouth could press into the wet heat he had created.

The slide of his tongue widened her eyes as it undulated inside her. The internal thrust and twist of his appendage within her ratcheted her arousal into a high keening wail that shook the dome above them.

He withdrew from her as her body slumped into his hands. In a moment, he had flipped her to her hands and knees and the warmth of his body was approaching her from behind. He moved her hair to one side and nuzzled her neck while his cock pressed against her, nudging her with heated insistence.

Her own moisture was making small sounds as he pressed into her and retreated, progressing further each time. She bit her lip and moaned with every surge, rocking in time to his short thrusts.

Antonya's eyes widened as he continued to advance long past the point at which he should have bottomed out. Her lust fought with her confusion and a thought that wasn't hers entered her mind.

You were altered. This was one of the alterations.

She didn't have enough concentration to focus on those thoughts. She rocked back and let the building tension rise within her once again.

Lost to the rise in sensations, she stared at her own reflection in the polished crystal floor. Hyfor's face loomed behind hers and she saw the exposed fangs an instant before he bit into her shoulder. Pain blended with the other riotous sensations she was experiencing and when he reached between her thighs to stroke her clit with rapid circles, she threw herself back against him and screeched her release.

I am not normally this vocal.

I like it.

The almost purr in his tone was unmistakeable and his deafening roar as his own orgasm struck was an overwhelming confirmation that they would definitely need some privacy in their relationship. Her neighbours were never going to be able to sleep through this.

The heated spurt of his seed inside her was a feeling unlike a human lover's. The blaze spread through her system until her body was humming with more energy than she had had before they first started coupling.

He remained arched against her, thrust deeply inside her for minutes before he finally relaxed on top of her. He lazily licked the wounds on her shoulder and slow and heady music filled her mind.

She arched slowly against him, enjoying the pressure of his abdomen against her back. Every place that they were in contact felt more alive and in this one instance, she couldn't imagine her body going back to its dormant state.

When Hyfor pulled out of her, she mewled in protest but settled when he curled her against him. He was still erect but didn't show any signs of wanting to try for a second round. He pressed soft kisses against her forehead and down her nose, across her lips. They were tiny little kisses, each fluttering along before the last completely faded.

Together, they lay under the crystal canopy and listened to the rain.

The sticky feel of drying semen finally got Nya to ask, "Which way to a pool big enough to bathe in?"

He groaned and sat up. "It is on the right and five minutes away. May I join you?"

She sat up with him and smiled, "Of course."

He helped her to her feet and didn't even laugh at her bowlegged first steps. With his arm around her waist, they made their way to the room that he had mentioned and when she noticed that the water was gently steaming, no power on Arcros would have stopped her from walking into it.

She groaned as the minute welts and bites were tingled back to life by the water before it started to sooth them.

Hyfor's entrance into the pool raised the level of the water, but he groaned in appreciation of the heat as well. He held out his hand and she took it, floating over to be seated on his lap.

She leaned her head against his chest and simply relaxed, letting the water sooth everything chapped, irritated or chafed. "This is a lovely way to spend a day off, but I do work with the Evian and they are in the city."

"I will fly you in for appointments."

"That won't work. I don't want to feel trapped. I will need another way of getting to work."

He sighed, causing the water to ripple around them. "I will work on a means for you to transport yourself. I am sure that Berenghetti will have an option for you. A skimmer or some such."

"We will also need a place in the city in case I can't get back here in bad weather."

He tilted her head up and smiled down at her. "So, you approve?"

She snuggled against him. "I do. It is a lovely spot. Now, all we need is a proper bedroom and some furniture."

"I think we can do better than that. This is the support structure. I will set to work on crafting a proper home in the centre of the crystals." He sounded as if he looked forward to the project, but Nya didn't care. She was too engrossed in the feeling of being surrounded by a male who was completely devoted to her comfort.

It was a strange feeling and one she didn't think she wanted to get used to, but for today, this one day, it was perfect.

Chapter Eight

Nya was flown back to the city in the arms of a very satisfied Draikyn. How he managed to move his wings after their afternoon of enthusiastic interacting, she couldn't know, but if the rest of his species had his stamina, she was going to put an ad into the Terran Times newsletter. Yes, it would be bragging, but in this one instance, it would be well deserved.

He did a slow flight around the city as if he was showing her off. Evian's on the ground looked up and pointed, from the smallest child to oldest elder. Stop showing off.

I can't help it. I am very happy to have you in my arms. I want all of Arcros to know it.

She grimaced. With the gossipy nature of Berenghetti, I am fairly sure that they already do know it. She does love to chat.

Arcros was very lucky in his avatar. She and he get along famously.

He was flying in a slow arc that would end at her home. How is it that the planets have genders?

It isn't known. They simply do. Some have hazarded a guess that it is the nature of the planet. Mineral-heavy planets are male, flora flourishing planets are female. It doesn't always hold true, but it is a fairly steady rule of thumb.

Really?

Yes. Most of the sentient planets I have dealt with have been masculine.

Do you communicate directly with them, as you are now doing with me?

Sort of. It is more of a data transfer. No emotional biases are along for the ride.

Do you think I can now speak to the planet by using my mind?

He frowned. I don't think so. Not directly. If you used me as a conduit, you might be able to work through me and into the planet.

She thought about it. Okay, I can see how that would work. I would borrow your ability and speak through you, like a com unit.

Not a flattering comparison but fairly accurate.

She kept her smile turned toward his chest as he landed, but she could tell he could feel it through their link. The grass of her front yard was bent from his dragon form. Furrows were ploughed in the ground where he had obviously stretched before coming in to make her breakfast.

Back on the ground, she could speak again without gasping for air. "I can see that having you as an overnight guest will be hell on my landscaping."

He grinned. "You could always invite me to stay the night."

"With the amount of noise that we created, I am not sure that it would be a good idea."

His grin ratcheted up a notch. "We could be quiet."

She laughed at the image of them both trying to keep their mouths shut while fucking their brains out. "I really doubt that."

He sighed, "Then I had best get to work on our home as quickly as I can."

"Come inside and have some tea and we will discuss our plan of attack. Now that you have worked through most of your checklist, it is time for me to try to figure out what I want."

A flicker of doubt that wasn't hers ran through her thoughts. "Not that kind of want, Hyfor. I want you. I am just not sure if that is all that I want out of life on Arcros. I like being a mediator. I really liked performing the wedding ceremony. I have no idea if that will happen again, but if it does, I want to be available to the folk here."

They walked into her house and she prepared a pot of tea.

Hyfor dwarfed her counter, but he still seemed to fit in the small space. "So, I am thinking that I will have to share your waking hours."

"I would say that I am thinking of something along those lines as well. I need an external focus and until or if I have a family, work will have to fill that void."

He nodded. "I will add a place near the city on the construction schedule then."

"You would really build me a home near the city just to help my work?"

"Certainly. You could meet your clients and engage in the mediations in your own office. They would come to you."

"You seem very sure of that fact."

He grinned and shrugged. "I can be fairly sure of it. Now that the Evian have come to Arcros, I am needed to keep the gems accessible. Arcros and I have already come to an agreement."

She flicked some tea from her cup at him. "You think you are so smart, having all of this figured out already."

He lifted her hand to his lips, teasing her knuckles with his tongue, withdrawing when she gasped. "With a woman like you, I need any advantage I can get."

She gave him a look that was part irritation and part heated smoulder while reclaiming her hand to sip at her tea. There were layers to this man and she had all the time in the worlds to find each one of them.

Nya was looking forward to the search.

Just cuddling was the surprising way that they spent their first night together. When Nya had questioned it, he told her that their first true night would be spent in their own home of his crafting.

A little frustrated, she had asked him. "So, what was this afternoon?"

"Christening the site in the vernacular of your people."

"How could you be familiar of the vernacular of my people? You have been asleep for many, many years."

He sighed and cuddled her against him. "It is a tale for another time, but you will hear it. I once met a Terran from this time and she tumbled back through time to start the sleeper program. She chose the shifters who would rest on dozens of worlds and matched us one by one. She was a good woman and she loved a good Draikyn, much to our government's disgust."

Her interest went wild. "Who was she?"

"I will tell you another time. In this time, she has not left yet and I do not wish to alter her going back. If I would, it would destroy any chance of meeting you and that is a possibility I could not face." He nuzzled her neck and kept her tightly against him.

They had slept together, chests rising and falling in rhythm with Nya's mind racing through dreamscapes, trying to find a woman in Hyfor's memory. A Terran woman with a familiar face.

She didn't find the Terran, but Hyfor was there wherever she turned. She dreamed of him.

Her com unit was overloaded the next morning with invitations from every one of the prime Evian families. Each elder invited her to tea, for lunch, for a private mediation consult at their homes. It was enough to start a fit of giggles that got Hyfor's attention away from cooking breakfast.

"What is it?"

"Every one of the major families here on Arcros has invited me to their homes. Apparently, one day with a Draikyn has transformed me into the social hit of the season." She fixed her gauntlets and smoothed the fabric nervously.

"Are you willing to go? You do not have to." He returned his attention back to slicing the fruit in her cooler.

"I don't know. Since I want to continue my work as mediator, it would be a good idea for me to mix with more of the Elders." She paced, her robes fluttering.

"Do you always wear those robes?"

"Yes. They are the standard robes of my job. Why?" She looked down at them and twisted from side to side, trying to see what he saw.

"They are lacking a certain style. Are you allowed accessories?" He crooked one dark eyebrow at her.

"Of course. I just don't have anything. My clothing from Terra was destroyed in a flood on Xraxos, as were all of my keepsakes. I only have the clothes of my station and my day-off gear."

The sparseness of her life was something she was at peace with. When you were moved from assignment to assignment, you didn't collect more than you could comfortably carry.

He shook his head. "That will never do. I will speak with Arcros. This will be rectified as soon as possible."

She held up both hands. "Don't make too many changes in my life at one time. I am still reeling at all of the invitations I just got."

He set the plate on the counter and gave her a speaking glance. "You really need a dining room table."

"I haven't needed one."

"Until now, but now there will be two here for diner as well as whomever you choose to invite. From what I recall, Berenghetti will invite herself."

She sat and picked at the food. "Yes, she will. This is her world. These people are here at her invitation, including myself. It isn't like I can say no."

He scowled. "You can and you will. The Nyal had rules of etiquette when she was among them. There is no excuse for her breaking into your home."

She laughed and sipped at her juice. "You did it."

He raised a taloned finger. "But, I had an excuse. I had to make you breakfast. It was a different thing entirely than coming in here to get you drunk."

She gasped. "How did you know about that?"

"I have dreamed about you, it linked my thoughts to yours sporadically. When you were giddy and then queasy, it wasn't too hard to pick out the cause."

She blushed and blinked, sipping at her juice, nibbling at fruit until it was gone. He did the dishes and she got to her feet. "What are you up to today?"

He inclined his head. "I will be contacting Arcros and working on the city home."

She blinked. "That is quick."

"There is no time to lose. The sooner you have a home befitting you, the happier I will be."

She went up on her tip toes and kissed him. "I don't need a place befitting me. I simply need enough room for those wings of yours in bed. Don't think that I didn't notice you wiggling for space last night."

He chuckled. "Just a little more room and I will be fine. And I didn't wiggle. I shifted."

She laughed. "Fine, now I am going to work and you can shift yourself wherever you would like to go."

"Would you care for a lift?"

Nya laughed. "No. For today, I need to keep my feet on the ground. I will see you later. I finish work at sunset."

With a surprisingly cheerful disposition, she set off on the way to work and smiled the entire way.

The smile lasted until she saw the crowd of Evian at her office door. "Ladies and gentlemen, my assistant will seat you and those whose business can wait are asked to make an appointment for later in the week."

Shaking her head at the vagaries of popularity, she entered her office and prepared to face the day.

Chapter Nine

"And, of course, we didn't know that it was a nesting site when we settled here. We were years, centuries into the dig before Berenghetti realized what was going on and had to frantically make a deal with the Monolith."

Elder Ben Ordu was taking Nya on a tour of the dig site that was to have been her home.

"I doubt it was difficult to strike the deal with Hyfor. He seems to be a most reasonable man."

The elder stopped in his tracks. "He swore that he would tear our city to the ground and raze the mines to nothing if his wishes were not upheld."

Antonya stifled a grin. "I am aware of it."

"To think, the horror that would have been unleashed, all due to a misunderstanding."

Nya and the elder had made it to the overlook for the initial site. That they had ever thought the graceful citadel was made by nature showed the sheer stupidity of the Evian scouting parties. Even in its depleted state, she could see the majesty that had once filled the cavern.

"It is wonderful. I can understand Hyfor's rage. He must have worked on this for years."

The elder blushed, his feathers lifted and flicked in agitation. "It was a mistake and I would be appreciative if you could smooth things over with my clan and the Monolith."

"I want to see it close up. May I walk in the ruins?"

He didn't know what to say, so he gestured to the small walkway that led down to the mining floor.

Oil, dust and metallic residue flavoured the air. She moved slowly and carefully from step to step, her booted feet giving her purchase on the slippery walkway.

Once on the floor of the cavern, she walked directly to the ruins of the citadel that could have been her home. It was crafted of blues and lavenders with the occasional highlight of thick gold banding. The rooms were spacious and not furnished, but lovely all the same.

The elder was scuttling along behind her. "You see how we could have thought that it was a natural formation?"

She gave him an unbelieving look and shook her head, touching the wall with reverence, mourning the beauty lost.

"I have other caverns to show you. We have found a number of deposits that we would like the Monolith to assess for us. They are lovely stones, but we have never seen the like before." Ben Ordu was wringing his hands.

She mentally sighed. He obviously wanted Hyfor's opinion but was too nervous to approach the Draikyn himself. "I will see what I can do. Do you wish to show me the stones now?"

He straightened and grinned, his feathers fluttering happily. "Of course, this way. We have been blasting in the space and are unsure whether to continue deeper into the deposit."

They walked to the small hall and with everyone out on a meal break, there was nothing but silence in the cavern. They carried lights into the deposit and when the path opened into a wide cave, she sighed in admiration.

This was a naturally occurring deposit of a most beautiful mineral. It shifted its colour depending on the light that struck it and when she let out a soft whistle, the echo was clean and clear.

"This is really lovely."

A light started on the far end of the cavern.

"What is that?"

Elder Ben Ordu took one look at the blinking light and ran for the exit before Nya could do more than turn and watch him run at full speed.

The realization that it was an explosive came an instant before the flash of light and she threw herself behind an outcropping to hope for the best.

The thunder that ripped through the cavern was a mining explosion and it rolled over her small hiding place in waves until Nya gave up consciousness.

Nya! Nya! Wake up, please wake up!

She tried to move and coughed to clear her lungs. I am awake.

Where are you, can you move?

She took stock of her situation and the burning pain in her right leg made things unmistakeable. She was wedged, in the dark, under the most beautiful crystal she had ever seen.

The rest of the cavern was completely dark, even her hand light was nowhere to be seen.

I am in a cavern, trapped under rock. I am fairly sure that my leg is pinned or crushed, I can't worm out of here.

I am on my way.

She got the impression of flight, of worry and a nervous rage that rippled through his mind at intermittent intervals.

Hyfor? She was nearing tears.

Yes?

Will you sing to me?

He immediately started a soothing song in her mind. She closed her eyes and let the psychic sound wash over her.

It calmed her, soothed her and took her mind off the pain that was building in increments.

I am almost there, sweet. Just stay calm and it won't be long now.

Time dragged in the darkness. She heard her own breath and nothing else. None of the Evian were coming to her aid, that much was clear.

Above her, she saw a pinpoint of light. It widened rapidly, but not one stone fell down into the cavern where she lay. It continued to widen until a huge silhouette filled the space and the heavy beat of wings brought fresh air to her face.

I am here, sweet. Just lie still and I will remove the stones holding you.

I am not going anywhere without you. She tried to inject some humour into her thoughts but knew that pain was all that she was radiating.

His claws moved delicately, plucking the smallest stone carefully before moving it aside. The rocks remained solidly linked together until he lifted the final stones from her in one rush.

His large muzzle sniffed her from head to toe and she felt the wet heat of his tongue running across her leg. As he licked her, the pain first flared and then faded.

Easy now, I have to lift you with my claws. The medical centre is waiting for you.

You can do whatever you want with me. Just get me out of here. His claw scooped her carefully and he cupped her between his right and left appendage for protection.

I will remember that when you are feeling better.

He flicked images of her tied to a huge four-poster bed through her thoughts and she laughed. As a distraction, it was very effective.

His wing beats were heavy and deliberate, scooping air and pushing them to the medical center in minutes.

A stretcher was waiting on the roof and Hyfor draped her over it, letting the staff members rush her into the facility.

The next few hours were a blur of lights and Hyfor looming in the corner, watching every move of the attendants and physicians.

Her right leg was broken in three places, her left arm snapped at the wrist. Regeneration of the tissue was partial and she would have to walk with a cane and keep her arm in a sling for a few weeks, but nothing else was damaged beyond a few nights of rest.

The doctors insisted on keeping her for a few days and the moment that they put her in a private room with Hyfor standing guard within, he was at her side.

"Ah, Nya, I was very worried about you."

She chuckled, her painkillers making her lightheaded. "You and me both. Did Elder Ben Ordu make it out?"

"No. He was crushed just feet from the entrance. Until I arrived, no one knew that there were folk inside the cavern." He knelt next to her and pressed a kiss to her right palm. "After I brought you here, I told them to look for your guide. You are not the kind of woman to wander around a live mine without letting folk know where you are going."

She analyzed the emotions she was registering. "You are glad he is dead."

Hyfor sighed, "If he was not, I would have had to kill him for putting you in that kind of danger. As it is, the Ordu are not a clan that I will be doing favours of any nature for in the future."

His implacable tone did not encourage her to plead on their behalf. Ben Ordu had been from a greedy, stupid clan and this was just desserts for him as far as Hyfor was concerned.

"You are going to be off work for a few weeks. No one will pursue minor issues until you return. Those who require immediate mediation will have to turn to Berenghetti. She will be occupying your office until you return."

Sleep was creeping up on her but she asked, "How could you arrange all that while I was seeing the doctors?"

"Sweet, you were underground for an hour and in surgery for sixteen hours. The entire city knows what happened by now."

"Oh. That is longer than I thought. Pretty crystal though."

"Less pretty with your blood on it." He took in a shuddering breath. "Don't ever do that to me again."

She chuckled and stroked his silky hair. "I make no promises. Now, sing me to sleep. I like to feel your voice."

With him kneeling at her side, she let the soft lullaby in her mind carry her off into a healing sleep. As she faded, she felt his lips in her palm and the plaintive whisper, Don't leave me.

I won't.

Chapter Ten

Her recovery was assisted by every Evian she ran across. All were appalled by the blasting incident and helped her in every aspect of her life.

A housekeeper was paid for by the Ordu clan, Berenghetti sent a new seamstress and now the clothes selected were from designs chosen by Hyfor. He scheduled himself for every appointment she had and once she was able to walk without too much discomfort, she walked about in a wardrobe made of exotic fabrics and amazing textures. The Venzi clan brought her boxes of jewellery. Belts, necklaces, earrings and bracelets were all arranged in sets and fantastical patterns. The jewels were as finely fitted to her body as were her new clothes.

The housekeeper prepared her meals, did the dishes and the half hour of housekeeping that was required per day. It was odd to have another person in her home, but Dahzhi was cheerful with a good will and quick hands.

Each day, Hyfor came to her home and had breakfast with her at the new table he had brought in, then he left to work on their city home.

Dahzhi was also a champion at keeping the clans away from Nya, a service that was more appreciated than any other. When she came into the study where Nya was working on researching some ancient treatise, her grin told her employer that something was afoot.

"What is it, Dahzhi?"

"A present for you, Mediator. I think you will like it."

"Who is it from?" Nya got her cane and moved slowly to the door.

"The Haldis Imperium. It arrived this afternoon and customs cleared it immediately once they realized who it was for."

It was common knowledge that one of the Terran Champions was now Empress of the Haldis Imperium and she enjoyed sending the occasional item to other Terrans as they wed.

A two-person skimmer sat on her front lawn. Sleek and elegant, it could manage inches above the ground or hundreds of feet. "Oh, it's beautiful."

"Take it for a spin, Mediator."

"You can call me Antonya."

Dahzhi cocked her head, her red feathers a vibrant halo. "No, I really can't."

She laughed and swung astride the skimmer. It was similar to a very large scooter from Terra and the controls were similar. She tucked her cane away safely and powered up her new toy.

There was no doubt as to where she was going to go, but she kept her mind carefully blank so that she could maintain the element of surprise.

The skimmer handled like a dream. She was over the city and approaching the city home that Hyfor was building for her.

Her astonishment at the site in front of her must have leaked through her barricade, because Hyfor sauntered out to greet her. "I see you have become mobile, sweet."

"It is a gift from an old friend." She smiled and dismounted a little awkwardly. "I can't believe you did all this in just two weeks."

He hugged her and then wrapped an arm around her waist for support. "I was motivated and had to work off some of the frustration I was feeling."

She winced at the mention of frustration. Her dreams had been getting more and more vivid as time passed. On the mornings when he came to breakfast, she had ruthlessly kept herself from lunging at him and ravishing him on the citrus platter. She didn't have the outlet that he had, so she had thrown herself into studying Evian treatise and old agreements.

The city house was made of what seemed to be a denim lapis. Wide windows made of a translucent quartz let plenty of light into the interior. And a huge onyx door let her into the enormous bungalow.

The flat roof was large enough for Hyfor to land on and she was quite sure that that was the idea.

The shock of the place came when she entered the foyer and she noted that it was comfortably furnished.

He walked her slowly down the hall. "This is your office, your assistant's desk and your private consulting room beyond. There is a boardroom-styled room just across the hall for larger mediations."

Hyfor moved quickly about, showing her the hidden com unit, the secure connections to the Alliance and the expansive filing system that automatically scanned and backed up off world.

"This is…very thorough."

"Thank you. Do you like it?"

His little-boy eagerness was unmistakable.

"I do. It's lovely and sophisticated."

"Would you care to see the rest of the house?"

She laughed. "Of course."

She got the complete tour. The dining room, living room with huge fireplace, the kitchen and finally the bedrooms.

Nya came to a complete halt when she saw the four-poster bed of her dreams in the middle of the huge room. "Oh, wow."

Moisture surged within, seeping outward as she replayed every image and remembered touch.

She shared her sudden lust with him and he lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the bed.

Before he covered her with his body, he asked, "Are you sure that you are well enough for this?"

"Be careful and be thorough. Aside from that, you are free to do as you will." She smiled at his hands sliding her full skirt up to her thighs, the delicate scrape of his claws in contrast to the pads of his fingers were enough to create a moan that had his kiss swallowing it in an instant.

She groaned as he parted her legs, moving between them with only a cursory examination of her readiness. The first thrust widened her. He pushed into her with a harsh groan and she reciprocated, arching up and leaning into him with as much force as she could muster.

He lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders and driving into her with as much care as a man driven by lust could manage.

The noises they made as they thrust and retreated, slid and pumped were animalistic, primal. Nya blanked her thoughts and simply felt, waiting for the moment when she could claim release as her own. She reached out and pushed aside the bunched fabric, sliding her fingers around her clit until the tension from the constant friction broke her scream free and Hyfor was with her with a wrenching groan.

The reaction to his semen was more violent than the last, starting a secondary orgasm with no more than an arrhythmic thrust from him.

Nya welcomed his weight on her as he slowly pressed her back onto the bedding. She nuzzled his neck with her lips and simply enjoyed the feeling of being with him. Her arm twinged and she dropped it to her chest, stroking his hair with her good arm.

A tangle of emotions rippled between them, the greatest of which was relief.

"I am guessing that building and furnishing a house is not the same as masturbating. You were a little tense." She rubbed her lips against him, inhaling the scent that they had created and enjoying it immensely.

He chuckled. "Apparently, it was less effective than I had thought. It seems all I need to make me into a ravening beast is you in a welcoming mood."

She laughed. "You and many men in the face of their women."

"Not just a woman, the woman of my dreams." He pressed kisses along her clavicle before rolling to one side.

He propped his head on a fist and trailed his other hand over her body in a slow mesmerizing motion. "I am guessing that I got very lucky when the Evian built their city and mined my house. If they hadn't, I don't know that I would ever have demanded my match. If I didn't speak up then, you might have lived out your life in a tiny corner of the Alliance and we would never have met."

She looked at the intensity of his gaze, the slight tremor in his hand as he stroked slowly over her breast and across to her hip. He was imagining a life without her and he didn't like it one bit.

Reaching out with her hand, she grabbed his hand and wove her fingers between his. "You did demand your match. Arcros did send the Alliance looking. I did get posted here and more than that, I dreamed of you."

Those words had an impact on him and tears of relief formed in his eyes. He pulled her to him and cuddled her close. "I dreamed of you, too."

The traditional words of a Draikyn courtship had been spoken and now their lives together could start.

* * * *

Two months later…

In the bright light of dawn, Nya watched the sun rise over her nesting house for the first time. The castle made of daylight-coloured crystals almost danced in the growing brightness.

"Oh, Hyfor, you outdid yourself on this one. This is…simply beautiful." She exhaled and shifted astride her soon-to-be husband.

Thank you. It was quite the journey toward completion, but I believe the effort was worth it.

His words were a reference to the previous evening and the ties on the four-poster bed. "Tease."

Every chance I get. Would you like to see it close up?

She remembered the spicy taste of his cock on her tongue while he gripped the wooden posts hard enough to crack them. She shared the thought with him while she said, "Every chance I get."

Her squeal as he launched them skyward ended in laughter as they circled their new home. They each had their own forms of revenge and Nya had to admit, that Hyfor was far more inventive. Lucky her.

Author's Note

The Drai or Draikyn made their first appearance in a Sector Guard story, Hael's Fury. This was also the first mention of a Terran named Cynthia from our time going back to theirs. Cynthia's story has not yet been told…but there is time for everything and even more time when time travel is involved.

Confused yet? I am.

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Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.

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