Ezra knew he had to tell Mira about his family soon, but he just wanted a little more time alone with her, away from the pressures and responsibilities of being Prince. So, when their week was up, that's why he took Mira to his family's beach house by the sea.

She was full of energy and excited to go as they climbed into carriage and started towards the Placement center. They had to check out and confirm they wanted to keep one another as partners. As the carriage rolled towards the placement center, Mira leaned her head on his shoulder and snuggled up against him. She loved the way her head fit perfectly against him, how he was strong enough to lift her up like she was weightless, how he never pressured her to do anything, and how he made her feel spoiled in every way.

She had thought a lot about what life might be like up here before she boarded the spaceship. She imagined herself in chains, or forced to submit like some kind of slave. She even imagined being impregnated the first day and being left in a room with a bunch of other pregnant women waiting to give birth like cattle. What had really happened was a fantasy, but she still longed for home. For her overcrowded house and her loud, obnoxious brothers. For her backyard full of treasure. For her little sister.

"What is going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" Ezra said, pulling Mira back to reality.

She shrugged, sitting up straight. "This is all just so different than what I thought it would be."

"I suppose that is to be expected when traveling across the galaxy."

"I guess so," she agreed, and the carriage pulled up to the the Placement center, a huge white bubble tent connected to docking stations. When they stepped outside, Mira remembered the last time she was here and felt as if it was a whole lifetime ago.

When they went inside, Mira felt as if she was attached to Ezra somehow. When he moved, she moved; when she stepped, he stepped. It was as if they were somehow in-sync with one another, the only two people on their radio frequency or something.

As they approached the booth set up where they were supposed to check-out, someone grabbed her arm from behind and gave her a hard squeeze.

Mira spun around ready to punch whatever man thought he could touch her when she saw Shay grinning at her.

"Shay!" Mira jumped to give the girl a hug, despite barely even knowing the girl.

"I was wondering when we would see you." Mira glanced over her shoulder at Shay's man, a darker skinned Jayku with purple eyes and a piercing gaze. He was taller than Ezra by an inch or two, but his muscles were leaner. "How was your week?" She lowered and raised her eyebrows a few times, biting her lip.

Mira's cheeks burned as she tried not to be obvious. "It was good. And yours?" Deflect and change the subject. It usually worked. Girls all preferred to talk about themselves in Mira's experience, except for herself.

"Well, we barely got out of bed so pretty damn fantastic. Does yours have a monster dick?"

Mira closed her eyes and tried but failed to suppress an embarrassed smile.

"Ha! I'll take that as a yes," Shay nudged her with her elbow gently, and then grabbed Mira's hand. "You have to stay in contact. This is where we will be staying. I don't really understand the addresses here but I'm sure your guy will. Come find me once you get settled." She wrote a strange string of numbers and letters on Mira's hand with a black pointed pen and then kissed her cheek. "Have fun," Shay gave her a wink, and then returned to her mans arm, her hand slipping into his as they walked out of the building.

Mira wiped a bead of nervous sweat above her eyebrow away with the back of her hand and turned to find Ezra smiling at her beside the booth. He was accompanied by two large men dressed in gold and black jumpsuits of some sort. They almost looked like military or some other kind of official.

"Lively, that one," he chuckled and as approached, Mira began to apologize when he grabbed her hand and looked at the address. "We can visit them soon if you'd like."

Mira laughed nervously, and looked at Tuku standing behind the booth giving her a suggestive look.

"Sure," she replied, and then Ezra leaned in a whispered in her ear.

"You might want to let her know that Jayku have better hearing than humans."

Mira was certain her whole face was red at this point. She turned to Tuku who handed her a questionnaire on a holographic-tablet. She answered the questions quickly.

Are you satisfied with your partner? Yes.

Would you like a different partner? No.

Do you have any concerns or questions about the selection process at this point in time? No.

Then she handed the holopad back to Tuku and grabbed Ezra's hand. "Let's get the stars out of here."

When they got to the carriage, Mira was relieved, and Ezra couldn't help but enjoy her embarrassment. "Humans are so strange," he said, watching her look out the window. "You are embarrassed about the very act that created us all as if it should be hidden."

"You mean sex?"

"Yes, and you should not be so shy about it. It is a natural and normal part of existence. It is worshipped on my planet like many of the gods on earth were."

"How do you worship sex?"

"By embracing it, instead of keeping it private."

Mira understood the concept fine, she just wasn't exactly ready to adopt the method. It was one thing when they were alone, and another when they were in a room full of people—especially people with super hearing, a fact she told herself she had to remember.

"That must be why they were bold enough to surround us with fertility crap."

"It is custom when trying to conceive. There used to be a ceremony of sorts first."

"Like a wedding?"

"Kinda. But weddings are for life. This is only for the purpose of continuing our species."

Mira thought about that for a moment. "Are you allowed to marry me, I mean are Jayku allowed to marry humans?"

He gives her a look, one that reflects her own thoughts. "It hasn't ever been done before. But there are no laws against it."

She gazes at the man she was bound to for the next several years. Would he still be kind to her if she got pregnant, or was this all just some kind of act until she did? She would be hooked once his baby was growing inside her.

They rode until they reached the beach house. When they pulled up to the large, purplish-blue water, Mira jumped out quickly, ready to explore a new part of this world still so new to her.

She walked along the beach as Ezra got their bags. Then, as he began walking, and Mira turned to follow him. He leads her up to a giant sea shell home, all the windows and doors missing from the strange house.

"Is that real?" She gaped in the open doorway.

"A real shell, yes."

"How is that even possible?" She whispered to herself, following him inside. After they walked through the opening, Ezra pulled the sheet-like door out by tracing his fingers along the curtain bundled in a crevice. He then led Mira upstairs into the bedroom and set their bags down. He gave her a tour of the place, showing her how the window holes carved out of the shell all have sheet blinds that work just like the door, and the back door from the cabin.

He showed her to the bed, a nest of soft dried and treated leaves and vines in a large circle shape built on a bowl of another large shell. The bathroom was the same theme—a sink made of a shell lined with the absorbing leaf. A toilet carved out of sea stone that was laced with a type of seaweed that cleaned the waste and discarded it through what Mira thought was a unique piping system that used plants instead of metal or plastic tubes. And the bathing area was a bubble of sorts, just like the one in the placement center, but the water poured in through the ceiling, the water released by another type of plant that absorbed rain water, cleaned it, and could be ringed out slowly to create a shower head by pulling a single rope like vine.

Mira's fingers grazed along the shell wall. She wanted to test how smooth it was, and she was not disappointed. A thick layer of gloss covered every wall, floor, and hard surface.

"This place is amazing," she said, glancing at Ezra.

He came up beside her, and wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her gently close to him. She laughed as her chest collided with his body, and he smiled down at her. "You're amazing."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, you've only known me a week."

She began to pull away, but he held her tighter, not ready to let her escape. "I'm serious." He ducked his head in low to give her a kiss but she spoke against his lips.

"You're just saying that because I might be carrying your baby." It was too soon for her to actually be carrying his child, but it was possible she would be soon.

He recoiled, loosening his grip on her. "That is not true... I don't even want a baby, it's required of us once we are of age."

Now she jerked back. "You don't want me to be pregnant?"

He couldn't see where this was going. Was she upset or relieved she wasn't the only one forced into this?

"I never said that. It's just if the circumstances were different and I had a choice, I would have chosen to wait awhile before mating."

"Mating?" She laughed.

He knew he messed up. Mating was more of a scientific word, not normal slang for humans when speaking personally. How could he have been so careless? He already seemed so alien to her, he didn't need to put more distance between them.

She stepped out of his arms and turned her back on him. He waited for her to say something, to do something to indicate what she was thinking.

But she just stood there quietly.

"I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you."

She turned on her heel and looked at him sympathetically. "You didn't upset me... just surprised me. I thought all I was to you was a baby maker."

"Of course not," he reached for her again, and this time she didn't protest or try and slip away. "I told you Mira, I really enjoy being with you."

"But why though?"

He exhaled, and smiled at her in disbelief. "Because you are stubborn and curious. You are honest and brave... I'm not going to lie to you, humans are very exotic to us Jayku, but you are more than just appealing to the eyes." He paused. "The way you look at the world and the way you move in it... it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

Mira gazed up at him for a single second, her heart melting in her chest. And then she grabbed his shoulder and pulled herself onto her toes to kiss him.

Ezra took the kiss as an invitation. He grabbed her thighs just below her bottom and pulled her up to carry her. He moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with ease, never letting his lips part from hers, and he gently laid her down in the nest of a bed.

She was wearing a white frilly dress, a human artifact, and Mira yanked on the skirt of it until it bundled at her waist, giving him full access. His tongue worked with hers as he slid off his pants and revealed his giant cock. But Mira was no longer afraid of it, or of him. She reached for his hips and pulled him close.

He eased into her, stretching her insides once again. They weren't completely used to the size of him yet, which made her so tight he couldn't help but groan at the feel of her squeezing him. Mira let out a lustful whimper as he filled her with himself, her body numb and vibrating at the same time. He was so huge, she thought, and she knew her vag would never be the same after him—but she didn't care. He felt too good too resist.

He moved in and out, his hips rocking against hers. Her fingers dig into his back, her tongue gliding against his to taste him. He quickened the pace, but remained gentle with her. Her nipples pressed against the inside of her dress, the dark rings revealing themselves underneath. And he wanted to feel them on his tongue.

His hands grabbed her dress at her hips and he pulled it up high enough to reach her breast. The cloth bundling at her shoulder. He dipped down and licked her nipple, than began sucking, keeping his rocking at a good pace to keep them both from reaching the edge.

Mira let her head fall back, and she looked at the ceiling for a moment before her eyes rolled back and she couldn't keep them open any longer. The pleasure was too much, she was too lost in it. The warmth of him inside her, the feel of his tongue on her nipple and his lips tugging at her. She felt immobilized, nothing but a body for him to please.

He began to feel his load building, his dick throbbing to let it all be released. He swayed faster, rocking into her harder. And he began slamming, his body pounding against hers, knocking her boob from his mouth. His lips found hers, and he kissed hard as he slammed again and again, making her release small whimpers with each pound. She felt him so far inside her she wasn't sure if there was a single spec of space left inside her infilled by his cock. His load began to build to the surface, and it squirted out quickly, shooting inside her with a force so strong and felt to her like a water gun being shot inside of her. It rushed against every part inside her, making her scream in pleasure.

But she did not cum.

Ezra let every drop of himself flow inside her, until he was empty and she was overflowing she was so full. Then, knowing she had not cum, he reached down and slipped a finger against her clit. She shook as his touch, her legs so tired they dropped to the bed from exhaustion just like the rest of her body. But Ezra would not let her go unsatisfied.

He felt his hot juices drenching her, and he rubbed it around in circles in between the lips of her pussy. He pulled open the lips and let her feel the fresh air between them, making her moan.

"Cum sweetheart," he told her, and she felt herself building closer with each word. "I want you to cum."

She wanted to please him, she wanted to feel herself reach the edge and go over, but she was so tired.

"Cum, Mira."

He slipped in two more fingers, rubbing faster, back and forth and in circle motion until his hand was moving so fast she could hardly believe it.

She built higher and higher, her hands grabbing the blankets below her. He grabbed her breast with his free hand, shaking his other hand against her clit, and she screamed, being pulled to the edge as he pulled on her nipple. She shook violently and gasped, unable to breath. And then she finally exhaled, her pussy dripping wet and tingling from the orgasm.

Ezra kissed her neck, her jaw, then her lips before pulling her dress back down and pulling a blanket up over her.

"Why am I so tired?" She said, slurring the words and unable to move other than to roll onto her side.

"Ill tell you later," he said, standing above her. "For now, get some rest."

She didn't have the energy or strength to argue or protest. She let herself drift away into a deep sleep.