Finding Contentus

Chapter 136: Terms and Conditions

Musa rubbed his hip, thinking of how he inherited his father's hip lock. He could hear his mother laughing and shaking her head. A slight smile sprinkled over his lips.

Ramiya looked at her husband with a slight tinge of guilt and mild satisfaction, as though they had all gone back in time, like nothing had changed when everything had changed.

In all honesty, for the whole month since their unplanned marriage, concern had been spreading over Chanco like bushfires. News of the Phoenix Princess snatching their Mambo and keeping him as her sex slave had been... interesting, to say the least.

Ramoth didn't help either. He had been fanning the news himself, proclaiming the black mamba and the green mamba to be the snakes that seduced each other into sexual slavery.

Ramiya's fingers traced over the newly acquired love bites on her neck. At first, Musa wasn't so willing to give her those. It was Ramiya's request. Or rather it was her insistent demand. She didn't want to be the only one that left a mark on her husband's neck, she wanted to be marked by him as his wife, freely, to show that the snake-like bites were equal and mutual, regardless of whether they were in the East or the West, to close both halves and both cultures into one decisive whole.

The snakebites on Genesia and Neosa's necks had already healed. Unlike humans, they weren't as permanent on their Racaan skins. Which wasn't a problem for Ramela and Ramoth, since they could keep marking and puncturing Genesia and Neosa's necks with fresh, unmistakable, fang-like love bites as many times as they wanted.

"I assume Gene's diagram is complete by now, isn't it Genie?" Ramela's inquiry sliced through the mild temperature of the room. She was stroking his chin, making him purr.

Ramiya was also looking at Genesia. "Last time you said you were close."

Genesia stopped purring to speak. "I've got it all drawn out. In fact." He got down from the desk, heading straight for the drawing board on the wall for brainstorming purposes. "It'll be easier if I draw what's in my head for all of you to see."

Ramoth was massaging Neosa's renowned thighs. "This should be as good as jelly," he said as he watched her thighs jiggle like jelly.

"What does Neo have to say, Neosa?" Ramiya asked, smiling at her softly.

Neosa smiled back. She preferred talking to Ramiya than Ramela. They didn't even talk about important things. They just talked normally about small things. She felt less restrictive and less competitive in her presence. Soft as clouds, like whenever she would fly with Ramoth on his flying carpet and they would touch the clouds. She liked Ramiya's alluring amber scent too, thinking of Minaleese's eyes and Banti's fondness for amber.

Not to say that Neosa disliked Ramela. After all, she was all about competition and having her mind tested as much as her body. She wasn't a quitter, but Ramela... she just probed and squeezed too much, in a way Neosa couldn't quite explain, a way that made her consider calling for a time out.

Ramiya didn't probe or squeeze at all. Except her unmatched hand grip. Now that was quite the squeeze that made Neosa giggle. She felt in good hands with the Phoenix Princess. It was high time the Shonas of the West felt the same way.

Neosa watched Genesia draw in that speedy fashion of his. She cleared her throat, opting to narrate each relation, each branch, each connection, each network, and what it all meant. "Neo says..."

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Ramela's enthralled stare was more potent than ever, enough to burn through the board acidly. Her expression was that of unfiltered astonishment, puzzlement and amazement all at once. Her ears listened to Neosa while her brain absorbed the audio of her unavoidable voice.