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  A smaller rectangular window was higher on the wall. What Zabbie called curtains were closed. Titus never thought to have sheets over his windows, nothing could get in, the flimsy material was useless. It was when Zabbie explained the curtains could keep out prying eyes that a light clicked. The idea was a strange concept at first, keeping eyes out. It soon made perfect sense. Only eyes could penetrate the impenetrable without even trying.

  The room’s replicator decorated every so often to liven things up. Zabbie had a fantastic imagination and could ask for a cave hologram, or a castle. Titus loved her cave holograms best. Before Earth went to shit, Zabbie loved to crawl through caves. He was given a unique glimpse into her past: stalactites and stalagmites, ice caverns, numerous minerals. They once made love on a carousel high on a mountaintop covered in snow. Titus knew because the planet Zabbie was on had been about to become a ball of fire, she appreciated the snow.

  Zabbie went to talk quietly to the replicating machine as Titus settled onto the large round bed. He stripped with slow deliberation, tossing each large boot to the ground, landing with a thump, making her jump. She tossed him a saucy glance that made his cock bounce and harden as he peeled his pants down his muscular thighs.

  “Close your eyes.” Her tone was seductive and she had switched to her language. She only did when she was feeling nostalgic. Zargonnii females and males didn’t speak the same language, but Zabbie spoke both as well as her own. Having conversations with a female was normal to him now, but in the beginning it was difficult. He couldn’t hope to make the same sounds his mate did when she spoke in her native tongue, but he did understand much of what she said.

  Titus complied with her request. He lay with his arms tucked under his head, legs slightly spread with one foot on the floor. The whirl of the replicator sounded. Her sudden squawking with indignation had him peeking, then sitting bolt upright.

  “What the hell, Zabbie?”

  There was a bushy tree in their room with dicks and testicle formed things hanging from it. The balls were bouncing in a weird fashion and the cocks of all sizes swayed as though to music. It was like a space wreck, he couldn’t look away.

  “Not those kind of balls!” Zabbie shrieked then slumped on the floor laughing so hard tears filled her eyes. “That is the most indecent Christmas tree I’ve ever seen. I’d be on Santa’s naughty list for sure if he saw this.”

  “I don’t think that’s appropriate for children. It’s almost too inappropriate and disturbing to me. What the hell kind of holiday do you practice?”

  Zabbie was still on the floor wiping at wet eyes. “I can tell you that’s not what I wanted. But I suppose my wording could have been better.”

  “Well get rid of it. I’m both alarmed and aroused.”

  Zabbie rose and told the replicator to desist. The tree vanished. She spoke to the replicator again and Titus listened to her spoken words with interest. “Can you make a bushy tree? It needs to be kind of triangular with a lot of fur to make it look full.”

  Fur? What a strange Earth custom.

  The replicator buzzed and soon there was a triangular shaped bush higher than Zabbie’s head with dark fur again covered in balls. Zabbie stood, mouth agape. She cocked her head to the side.

  “Um. Epic fail number two. Oh—my—God,” Zabbie said. “That is one big pile of pubic hair. I meant fir tree, f-i-r as in Douglas fir. I’m glad I didn’t say anything about roasting chestnuts. The images alone would freak you out.”

  “Chest nuts? How is that even possible? Do the nuts swing from the nipples? Crap, I can envision balls swinging from a woman’s tits. There are some things you can’t un-see.”

  “No no, not nut nuts, not balls, I mean nuts, nuts that aren’t nuts. Now I’m feeling nuts.”

  “You can come feel my nuts. This is getting interesting. Are you positive it’s not a Holiday?” Titus couldn’t help the wink that followed.

  “Desist,” Zabbie shouted and ran a quick hand over her face. The bush vanished. “The problem is my native tongue. Our words can sound the same but mean different things. Replicator can you make me a piece of paper and a pencil?”

  Paper formed and Zabbie was bent over doodling. Titus was getting impatient. The round swell of her ass wiggled as she scratched at the picture she was creating. His hands itched to reach out to squeeze her behind. Zabbie studied the picture she had drawn and stuck it into the replicator.

  “Make this,” she commanded.

  The replicator made a whirling sound. A beautiful tree appeared covered in glowing lights. Silver long strands flowed across the needles to hang down like sparkling icicles. Rounded balls of various colors decorated the branches. Zabbie was all grins holding her hands out in a ‘ta da’ fashion that made him smile.

  “There, see?” she said. “A Christmas tree. A Douglas fir. It’s kinda funny. When my dad put up the tree every year, it took forever too. But that was because of all the tangled lights. No matter how careful he was putting them away, they were always a mess when he took them out of the box. A conspiracy if you ask me.”

  “That’s very pretty, Zabbie. Why don’t you come look at it from over here?”

  Zabbie settled beside him. “That is my version of a Christmas tree. Some use other decorations, or different trees or even palm trees. But this is my favorite. A coniferous tree is the epitome of endurance to me. Always green. Beautiful when covered in snow. Enduring branches through ice storms. We can replicate popcorn and cranberries, and decorate gingerbread cookies and shortbread cookies. They smell so wonderful and amazing.”

  “So do you.”

  Titus pulled her closer. He stripped her with slow deliberation. Titus nuzzled her neck. He kissed her throat and cheeks savoring her taste. She was a survivor too, his precious mate. He loved the red of her full beautiful lips next to his blue ones, their softness, her willingness to allow him the dominance he coveted. Before human females came to live with Zargonnii warriors, the males never knew what kissing was, or how enjoyable it could be. Mating between the Zargonnii sexes was about dominance and a coveted child. Human females couldn’t hope to dominate a warrior with sheer physical strength. Any child a human conceived, male or female, she kept and the warriors kept both human female and half Zargonnii children. The warriors learned to love a female. Some knew they had female Zargonnii children but never had the opportunity to interact with them. Loving a Zargonnii female was out of the question. All the Zargonniis knew about love until human females were introduced was love for their sons, and that was vastly different.

  Titus hoped his son would be able to experience the warmth of a kiss. Zabbie’s lips were so soft, tasting her mouth was like tasting air. He adored every inch of her. Titus loved her strength too.

  Zabbie’s strength came from her mind; she was mentally powerful. Zell was even more so. Titus wondered if a female offspring would be equally powerful.

  “Titus?” Zabbie sounded annoyed.

  “Mmm?”

  “Your lips are kissing air. Feeling a bit distracted? Kinda a mood killer.”

  Titus eyes flew open, lips puckered above her head. Oh, oops. A blush crept up his throat. “Sorry, between dick trees, nuts, balls, Holidays, a holiday and maybe a new little one, there is a lot going on in my mind.”

  “You are the only thought on mine.”

  Titus was skeptical. Human females could have fifty different thoughts in five seconds or less. Unless of course…

  “I’m annoying you.”

  “Hell, yes,” she exclaimed. “My lady parts are pissed.”

  “Lady parts?” Titus chuckled. That’s a new one.

  Titus dipped his head and nuzzled her throat in a leisurely fashion. He was a large warrior compared to her, compared to many. A mysterious squeak tore from his mouth when she gripped his cock firmly in her hand and gave a hard squeeze.

  “Well, hell, Zabbie, that’s the oddest sound I’ve ever made.”

  “Do I have your undivided attention?”

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  “Good.”

  Her small fingers and warm palm loosened to slide up and down in a careful way until Titus expanded. As his cock grew, so too did his body and he shifted when Zabbie gasped at his weight. A Zargonnii warrior increased in size when in battle mode. His razor sharp teeth would need to be gentle. Long black fingernails clutched at his mattress, the material already shredding. Normally a mating took place outside after a battle with a Zargonnii female. The dark earth would bear the brunt of a sex-heated assault while a couple clashed and mated in a fiery frenzy. Zabbie was human. One wrong move and he would lose his mate. Titus was never more careful then when he made love to her.

  Zabbie wriggled her way lower and took his cock into her mouth. She suckled the tip, laving and licking. Titus could hardly breathe. Her mouth was hot and filled with the juices he coveted. She was the only being on the planet to ever have done this to him, and her position after all these years still surprised him. Titus had never experienced a submission so intense. His power surged making him aware he was a warrior, her warrior. Although dominant, he was equally at her mercy. If she stopped, he thought for certain he would die. Titus dug his fingers into her hair, keeping her close. Her one hand cupped his balls, and his eyes widened then squeezed shut. He was building as she roamed over his manhood.

  “Zabbie, I’m on fire.”

  She began making soft moaning sounds; her hum of anticipation drove him wild with want and crazy with a need to be gentle. She pulled her feet up to slide across his calves. Her toes tugged on the small patches of fur. Her teeth grazed his cock and he shuddered. She explained a human man didn’t like teeth near their cock and Titus would agree if it were a Zargonnii female, but Zabbie’s teeth skimmed with care. A few nips wasn’t painful. The erotic sensation flowed through his veins.

  Her rounded ass was firm as he gripped her, squeezing and kneading her tender flesh. He would never forget the day they met. He had been looking for a human female named Bertha. Instead, he found Zabbie about to die on a strange planet. There were rumors Bertha was with a water warrior, but Titus didn’t know. Searching for her might put the female in danger. Zabbie and her son were his only concern, and he thrust the Earth female Bertha from his thoughts.

  He gasped and sucked in his breath. Zabbie was able to take over half his long length. The rest of his cock was feeling cheated. As though she guessed his thoughts, she released him and trailed warm kisses across every inch until he was certain his member was singing. Her fingers continued to fondle and tease his balls, the small digits leaving no area untouched.

  Titus wanted to be inside her. With a roar, Titus gripped her under her arms pulling her high. Her legs were spread wide knowing he couldn’t wait any longer. When he plunged into her depths, her back arched and she howled. Her warm wetness closed around every inch, welcoming him. Her fingers scratched across his bare back. It was pleasant, her flimsy nails. She struggled wildly knowing he loved when she resisted. He could pit a portion of his strength against her until she settled. When she quieted with exhaustion, a low tone in his throat sounded as he crooned to her. The sound was ancient and meant to be soothing.

  With her face nuzzled into the warmth of his furred chest, she wrapped her legs around him as best as she could. He stroked into her with an easy motion. Her small gasps and whimpers reached his ears and he nestled her into his arms, loving her. His hand found one of her high rounded globes and he marveled again how human females kept their breasts after they developed. Another present oddity he loved. She shuddered when she came, her warmth bathing his cock. The action was a gift rarely experienced with a Zargonnii female. His seed exploded into her and he hoped harder than he had ever hoped for a coveted child. Only, it would be their child. He brushed her long locks away from her face as she turned to her side to burrow in his arms.

  Zabbie chuckled.

  Startled, Titus cast his gaze to where Zabbie was staring. There were strange decorations on the tree he hadn’t noticed before—a black horse, a stallion that resembled Caveat, that belonged to the human Zoe and her hybrid warrior Doss, on Bagron. The image, no bigger than his palm, was racing around the tree across spirals of what Zabbie called golden garland. A tiny female with wings flew to perch on a top branch. Both items were oblivious to them.

  “Are you doing that?” Titus asked.

  “There is magic in a Christmas tree. There is magic everywhere at Christmas.”

  “Then we should discover the magic.”

  Zabbie traced his face with her fingers. “My handsome warrior. I wonder if it was Christmas day when you found me, because it felt like it. What a gift you are.”

  A broad smile exploded onto his face as he wondered about this mysterious thing called Christmas. How could he be a holiday?

  * * * *

  “Mom you better come. You too, Auntie Tempest.”

  Zell appeared then disappeared as fast. There was urgency in her son’s voice. The women were sitting at the table drinking coffee discussing the best way to approach a Christmas holiday. They were in agreement the Zargonnii would never understand some of the customs such as exchanging cards, religion or the many ways humans celebrated and why. They were debating Santa Claus before Zell popped in.

  “Oh dear,” Tempest said. “I know that tone, Zell uses it often enough around my house. Last time he was over Dranos was making Braylon’s pants dance all over his room and Braylon was having a shit fit. Or as he would say, he was pissed. Dranos isn’t in danger; he’s in trouble for doing something. That means if Zell hasn’t been able to block my boy’s impulses he’s gotten stronger. Zell could have stopped the dancing pants, but he was laughing too hard. I have to admit it was kinda funny, seeing marching black tights all side by side, kicking at the knee. With the right music it could have been on Broadway. I wonder what my littlest son has done this time.”

  “We’ll find out soon enough,” Zabbie said.

  Zabbie reached for Tempest and told her to hold tight. She took them to the main hive on the planet Bagron. When Zabbie saw Cobra, she could tell he was annoyed. It was a rare sight to see a red hue creep up the leader’s face. His fists were balled as though keeping a tight rein on his temper. Tempest cringed. Having no powers, she was still in awe of the huge dangerously handsome Castian warrior. Zabbie didn’t blame her today, the gaze he cast in her direction would have sent Zabbie cowering for Titus; and she had powers. She released Tempest’s hand who then immediately went to Dranos. Zell had his arms crossed over his chest shaking his head looking bemused.

  “Now you’re in for it,” Braylon said to Dranos.

  “Are you reading minds again?” Tempest asked her son as she crouched before him.

  “Yes,” Cobra said. His teeth were gritted.

  “What did he do?” Zabbie asked.

  “See for yourself.”

  Cobra took them to the great hall where there were raised voices. Zabbie was afraid to look. The entire room was decorated with strange ornaments. Creepy wildly hairy huge Santas, belted out “ho ha ho he ho oh.” Garland was hooped to look like a noose. Giant mistletoe were dancing in the air with actual toe replicas hanging instead of berries. Part of the room was a blizzard. Winter wonderland it wasn’t. There were explosions of yellow everywhere in piles of goop on the floor.

  “Dranos what is that?” Zabbie asked and waved a hand over her nose.

  “Popped corn.”

  “Splattered is more like it,” Tempest said. “I knew I should have asked for popcorn to be included when the replicator was reprogramed in our home.” Then to Dranos: “Baby, this isn’t popcorn.”

  “It is popped corn. And don’t call me baby in front of Cobra.”

  Zabbie jumped when dancing logs with the faces of boys appeared. “What the hell?”

  “Yule lads,” someone to her right muttered. “That’s what we believed in where I came from. Iceland. Although, that’s disturbing. It’s Yule Lads not yule log lads. It is a blast from the past in a creepy w
ay. This brings back so many other memories.”

  It occurred to Zabbie all kinds of Earth females were on Cobra’s planet. If Dranos was reading minds they were in for it. His interpretation could be anything.

  “Mom, what is that?” Braylon shouted.

  A frozen solid old man with ice covering him tried to walk in a frozen fashion.

  “I know,” said a woman. “I was from Russia. Poor Grandfather Frost has a new meaning. That is one cold-looking guy.”

  “Zabbie, what’s that old guy supposed to be?” Brave asked, wide-eyed and pointing to another image.

  A tiny woman stepped forward and scratched at her head. “That would be Shengdan Laoren, Old man of Christmas. From China.”

  “What the hell are with all the roosters?” a Tonan warrior shouted.

  “The rooster has meaning in Spain,” a woman said, her tone thoughtful and there were unshed tears in her eyes.

  “Look out. Incoming,” was shouted.

  A woman was chuckling and pointing the kangaroos out to her daughter. “Look my little love. Six white boomers. Mommy is from Australia. Oh, the memories this brings back.”

  “There’s so many different Christmas things, Mom,” Braylon said. “What gives?”

  Tempest chuckled. “Looks like Dranos has decided how Santa can cover the entire world in a night. He clones himself for each country.”

  “Why does that Santa have a finger shoved up his nose?” Ryker asked.

  Zabbie rubbed her temples. “It’s laying a finger aside his nose, not up it. Boys and boogers go hand in hand on any planet. Gross.”

  “What are those?” Cobra asked. As he spoke, a round green wreath dropped over the head of a Tonan warrior who immediately clawed it to shreds. Zabbie couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. The powerful warrior was doing what another referred to as the ‘spider dance’. Spiders on Earth were a cheeky bunch, or had been. Many more wreaths followed, which had the males bellowing in fury.

  “They’re called wreaths,” Zabbie said. “The circular evergreen means strength and a new beginning. The tree stays green in the worst and hardest of winters. The ornaments make it look gift wrapped.”