How I met your grandmother - Part 3

Posted on 28 Feb 2025 @ 9:52pm by Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

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T’Ael was a fast learner. The intense pain from her wrists was a rather effective subject lesson. She did not desire further injury. The Vulcan male had made his point rather efficiently. He kept placing his fingers on her face until it felt like Zeris had dissected her apart piece by piece. His consciousness left trails of fire in her mind Elements! She was burning up and she ached for him in a manner that was utterly terrifying in its intensity. Something fundamental had short-circuited within…He…he had done something!. All that she could grasp was agonizing flames of desire—for him. Only you. She submitted to the awakened instincts that had been forced into genetic dormancy through a method lost to time within the secret heart of the Rihannsu political machine.

It was a joke to her people for the most part. Pon Farr. What was the cheesy pick-up line used by young Rihannsu males in the serials? Ah, yes - I burn for thee! T’Ael knew what the saying really meant now…to burn. This was not arousal. This was everything was on fire and I’m dying and the only thing that makes the agony stop is you and Oh Elements!, right there! Take me, save me, pleasepleasepleaseyoursyoursyours!

“Fvadt hwi!” T’Ael cursed him in Rihannsu but the last syllable ended in a sob. Zeris stepped away but kept her wrists in his grip and jerked her forward off the wall and half dragged her down the corridor to his quarters. She did not utter another word of protest.


(Time Skip – A few days later)


Everything hurt. It took moments before she was willing to risk cracking open her eyes. T’Ael stared at a domed ceiling, encrusted with glittering gemstones that depicted the constellations of the Vulcan ‘Old Gods’ in a night sky. At the center was an opening that allowed a beam of light to shine through, setting the gems it touched ablaze with prisms of color.

She pushed up on her elbows and looked around and found herself in the center of a very rumpled circular sleeping platform, surrounded by sumptuous dark-colored fabrics that made her feel like she was in the center of a nebula. The surroundings were…opulent. Where was she? T’Ael attempted to scramble up to the palms of her hands to sit upright was thwarted by…both of her wrists were splinted. What the hell?! Then she remembered. That bastard broke her damned wrists!

“Zeris!” She screeched, in rage and in overwhelming worry that she had been left alone, that he was gone, that—“Elements, what the hell have you done?!” Suddenly he was there, at her side, forcing her back to the bed.

Zeris looked down upon his irate mate and smiled softly in an expression just for her eyes alone. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. He reached out and touched the side of her face in a gentle caress and made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat as he felt her tremble beneath him. “You are mine, aduna. Parted from me and never parted. I was allowing you to rest, but if you have forgotten your lesson about fighting me, it is only logical to repeat it.”

“No! No. That will not be necessary.” T’Ael hastily countered, not wanting anything else broken on her person. Her brain and her wrists were more than enough!

Zeris exhaled through his nose in a huff of air, his version of a laugh. “Calm yourself, aduna. All is well. You are in my home, Wos o Klomak, the Lyr’Zor clan stronghold. This is our sleeping quarters…if you are recovered enough, I will assist you in cleansing and take you on a tour. It is an expansive stronghold

T’Ael looked spooked. Zeris looked at her with an intense gaze. She just knew he was entirely focused upon her. All of this felt so surreal. “I will need help getting up with my wrists.”

“Of course.” Zeris stepped forward and helped her stand.

“When you have recovered, contact your ‘people.’ Inform them you are now the mate of Zeris Lyr’Zor and that not all marched beneath the raptor’s wings.” He turned and picked up a carefully folded piece of silk off of a dresser and let it unfurl revealing a simple, yet elegant body covering. He opened the garment up and lifted a brow in silent communication for her to slip into it. T’Ael begrudgingly complied

“This is your home now. You will never leave it.” You will never leave me. He replied in a low, gravelly tone as he wrapped one arm about her waist and the other up her body so that he was able to cradle her chin and rotate her head until she could see his eyes in the reflection of a mirror set atop the dresser. Her body immediately relaxed, but her mind…What the hell are you doing?!

“It is instinctual.”

“It is not me!” She hissed in response but did not fight one little bit to extricate herself from his grasp.

“You will grow accustomed.”

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Ael’s case officer did not even blink when she informed him of her...change in circumstances on a secure communicator line. “You will standby for further orders.” Was all he said before the connection had been severed.

"Fvadt."

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