We landed on the white sand beach. My mate stared wide-eyed as our craft melted down to nothing. Once gone, a cool yet balmy ocean breeze greeted us both.

I took his hand and stepped down into the wet, spongy sand while his white robe flew back. His foot shook, and I could see the shakes in his hands. My Femeni was so brave and my heart filled with pride. He has never been with a man before. It wasn’t uncommon. I heard with some, their heat came unexpectedly before they ever experimented.

Purple orbs came down and hovered close. After a few heartbeats, they flew away silently. Then they disappeared into the deep blue sky.

“To witness our joining,” I explained then pointed to the green-blue waterfall. Against the background of ocean waves, I heard the roar of falling water.

The ceremonial black birthing stones rose from within the white sand. Once finished, we had a path toward the waterfall. With the firm yet gentle grip, I led my mate toward the center of the island.

We strolled past animals that Peter described as green lizard-birds. Their membranous wings flapped while they ate from the pink flowers. After a few minutes, we completed our stroll. The force of the waterfall slowed until it was a gentle mist over the lake.

My voice was slow, and I hoped full of love. “There are other planets and kingdoms. This is where we take our Femeni or Omegas if you prefer.” I gestured toward the lake. “This is where I was conceived, as was my father before me, and his…” My fingers ran over his jaw and he smiled back. “For a dark period, we feared there would be no more and I would be the last of my line.”

He leaned in and inhaled deep along my neck. I closed my eyes tight and realized my Oma was right. This was more than simple procreation. This was loving and being loved. An Omega from a primitive planet and yet… already beyond precious.

I looked down and saw his chest heave. The intoxication and lust weren’t one-sided. I breathed in deep while my eyes half-lidded.

The suppressants were long gone and now we wrapped up in each other’s blanket of smells. He told me he’s never felt a man’s touch. I believed him, yet those were the eyes of someone that wanted me to take him. Oh, and how I would. Hard, deep, and many times until he birthed me several beautiful babies.

With no permission, for he was mine, I took his robe off. Then his undergarments. Nothing except for the collar and the gold chain. My gaze went down, and I found myself momentarily dazed. Most Omegas weren’t overly big there. He wasn’t as long or thick as I but still very impressive.

“An unexpected surprise,” I said.