Free Forever's Not Enough (Galactic League of Planets) by Roscoe James Page B

to ignore the truth and fantasize about such things as love sick and love at first sight…” Her voice trailed off as she rolled mid-sentence flashing her ass and back-fall at him, and disappeared beneath the water to a chorus of gentle chimes.
    When she came up at his feet clinging to the edge, she went on, “So, while your species fantasizes those things, we, the Meline, know them to be true. We know that in all of Meline, well, and the galaxy, and probably the universe, there is only one Meline.” She stopped, stared up at him, and corrected, “One soul that is destined to be our mate. Fortunately, Bast, our goddess, was wise enough to make that mutual.”
    “But what happened to courtship? To discovery? To freewill? To, well, dating?”
    She kicked away and walked out of the pool on some stairs beneath the water’s surface, and watching his eyes, walked around and sat on the stone bench beside him, careful not to touch or scare.
    “You see, that’s where your species has made a mistake. They’ve brought judgment and logic into something that has nothing to do with either. You humans plot and think and wonder why. You try to make love a question.” Somewhere it registered that she was whispering, her breath soft on his ear. “When, in fact, there is no question in love. There is only feeling. Love is a matter of heart, not a question of the mind.”
    His cock was swelling and his heart racing. Trying to cling to reality, he fisted his hard cock in his lap and said accusingly, “But look! Look what you’ve done to me! I’ve been like that since the first time I saw you.”
    Her laugh was soft and she seemed to rush to stifle it, “But how else would you want your cock to be with the one you lov…with the one you choose to love?”
    “But I didn’t even know you!”
    “Yes, but you saw me, and more importantly, you smelled me.”
    “What?” His surprise was real.
    He felt her thigh touch his and she prodded, “Tell me what I smell like to you.”
    The warmth of her thigh made his heart race and he scooted away, “Well, you smell sweet. Spice or something. Maybe flowers. And something else. I don’t know.”
    “But it’s pleasant to you?”
    He stared at her, but refused to answer.
    She smiled, “You see, no one else can smell me. Well, they do, but I just smell like, well, a Meline. I smell like a million other Meline and humans and Zandills. I guess you could say I stink, just like they do.”
    His cock was throbbing and when he realized his hand was still wrapped around it, he let go and slid a little further away on the bench.
    “Because I am meant to be yours, you’re the only one that can smell me. It happens the moment two souls meant for one another come together.”
    “It’s perfume or something.”
    She was quick to reply, “We use none.”
    “Well,” he said and pointed accusingly at the pool, “It’s the water.”
    She laughed and said, “Go ahead, smell it. It just smells like water. Well, and maybe a little like me because I just bathed in it. But that’s just me. Nothing else.”
    “But why do you call me your love?”
    She leaned close and whispered, “Because you are. Because there is no one in the universe meant for me but you. I guess the difference is that I understand that. You’re still caught up in your doubts and questions.”
    There hadn’t been a word in their conversation that he hadn’t understood, but he had no idea what she was talking about. He guessed it showed because she leaned her face a few inches from his and whispered, “Just know this: I have done nothing to make this happen other than be me. And,” she continued, glancing down at his cock and taking his hand. “Just as you react to me…” she paused and gently curled his fingers into a fist, leaving his middle finger free, and straddled his thighs, her sex open for him. “This is how I’ve been since the first time we met.”
    He felt his finger guided in and heard her moan softly. She