Megan's POV
"Are you Megan?" There was something going through my head. When he lifted the sleeve of my shirt, he took a little stop. Soon after, his fingers curled further into his chest and lightly brushed against the skin that had just been revealed.
This is the question. "And what exactly are you considering at this very moment?" I questioned him as I ran my fingers over the wrinkles in the muscles of his chest and belly.
I was wondering whether you would be interested in performing the mating ritual as the master of ceremonies. I rolled over so that I could see him, and when I did, I stared at him with my eyes completely wide open.
"What?"
After all, if you don't want to or aren't prepared to, we don't have to forward with it. But before we get to it, I have a question for you. We can always do it later.
"Not at all; it's not at all like that. I rushed out of the room and confronted him. "I'm speechless; all I can say is that I'm stunned. Honestly, I had no idea that would happen.
The question that has to be answered is, "Would you like to?" He questioned me once again while gently caressing my cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "What are you thinking?"
I would really love to, but I'm afraid I have no idea what they are. Never before in my life have I come across one? The packages that other people sell aren't exactly like ours. While other people evolve with the passing of time, we have a propensity to remain steadfast in our traditions and cultural practices. Even if there have been some advancements, the majority of things are still the same. If you want to discuss it with my mother, she really invited us over for dinner tonight. Please feel free to do so. It is quite probable that she will be able to explain it to you in a manner that is more understandable than I can.
My response was that I thought it would be a wonderful idea. When exactly did she start the invitation process? Not long after you got back to your house. When she found out about your, um, experience, she got really distressed about it. She insisted on visiting you despite my reassurances that you were OK, and I was unable to stop her in her pursuit of that goal.
No, what I really said was, "I feel awful." "I probably caused her to worry so much," Relax; everything will be OK. He was able to ease my anxiety. "When we get there, if it helps, you can apologize to her if you still feel bad about it," he told her. "If you still feel bad about it."
When is it necessary for us to be there?
Within the next few hours, if possible. Get over here right now. As he pushed me closer to his chest, he made the statement. Before we part ways, I want to give you a kiss.
We did nothing except lie there for many hours while we were there. We did not take part in any kind of discourse; rather, we just lay there in quiet, appreciating the insight that each other had. Because the hours went by so quickly, we were dissatisfied that we were forced to get up earlier than we would have wanted to.
As soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted by the aroma of freshly baked chocolate cookies that she had been making. I responded by giving her another embrace and apologizing to her as soon as I could. After that, she gave a bear hug to her child, and he returned the gesture while beaming brightly.
"Are you going to be all right while I talk to your father from down here?" In answer to his inquiry, I gave him a little nod. As soon as we heard him climb the stairs, his mother went to the kitchen and got a tray of cookies.
While I was reaching for a cookie, I approached her and started a conversation. "I really shouldn't," I told her. I warned her that it would spoil my lunch.
A few have never caused harm to anybody. She stated it with a cocked eyebrow. What kind of beverage do you like to consume? A little while ago, I finished off a whole pot of tea.
Tea, if you could please, sounds nice.
She proceeded to bring me to the dining room after handing each of us a cup. She brought out a chair, positioned the dish of cookies on the table, and then sat me down.
I'll be right back when I put the chicken in the oven. Thank you for your patience. After some time has passed, I'll get started on cooking the mashed potatoes. According to what I overheard, before she came back I saw that she had spent some time wandering about in the kitchen. She grabbed a cookie for herself and then sat down in the chair that was next to mine.
"In point of fact, I was wondering if you might shed some light on a couple of topics for me." Without a doubt," Sweety said. Which one do you need, exactly?
I was curious about the purpose of the mating ritual, so I looked it up.
"Oh my!" She let out a chuckle as she breathed. That query, "He asked you?" I confirmed this with a nod of the head.
"He just did," I told her.
"I can't believe it!" She imitated clapping her hands together.
Then, what exactly takes place during the mating ceremony?
In a nutshell, he is looking for your approval. She rapped the table three times before getting up to check on the chicken she had roasting in the oven.
However, doesn't he already have ownership of that? Even though she meant for her remarks to be statements, I couldn't make sense of what she was saying.
"No, Sweetheart, not in that way," the response was. She retrieved a pot from the cupboard and began pouring water into it. Before she will have any dealings with him, he needs to win the favor of the Moon Goddess.
"What specific steps will he take to win over my approval?" As I watched, she took some potatoes out of the bag and began to peel them with a knife. She ignored my offer to help her and gestured for me to return to my seat after I had offered to assist her.
He won't be given any supplies and will be forced to hunt in the wilderness for three days straight.
That seems to be the crux of the matter: "Hunt? "Hunt what?" After making this statement, she then began putting the peeled potatoes into the water that was already boiling. "He may choose what it is that he wants to hunt. In order to win the favor of the Moon Goddess, he must go out into the wild and bring down an animal that will honor you in some way. She got to her feet and refilled my cup of tea. She pretended that her actions did not warrant acknowledgment by ignoring my gratitude and behaving as if they did.
What exactly are the women doing right now?
Because women are the sole reason anybody is here, males need to make more of an effort to help women. The vast majority of the time, immediately after the delivery of their young, they abandon their families and join the male pack. The males have a more challenging duty since they are the ones who must earn the right to their mates by putting them through all of that toil and agony. This makes their job far more tough. While they relax in fragrant showers, the women finish preparing the clothes. In a typical scenario, the mother of the girl would show up there, but... She came to a halt and faced me as she turned around.
"If you're interested, it would be an honor for me, but only if you're interested. It's not my intention to put any kind of pressure on you. I really, really, really want to!" She screamed as she grabbed both of my hands of hers.
"How did you go about finding it?" I questioned myself as I fumbled with the thread on the tea bag while simultaneously holding the hot cup in my palms.
Oh my goodness, it was so nerve-wracking! During those three days, there is to be no contact between the couples under any circumstances. Because of the combination of mental and physical contact, there will be no mind-linking. Xavier has always enjoyed raising my anxiety levels and driving me absolutely crazy with his constant irritation. While she griped and drank her tea, I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Take into consideration the reaction I had when I saw his suffering as a result of the connection. My mother had to lock me in the sewing room for the following two days in order to keep me under control.
The inquiry, "What on earth happened to him?"
The idiot who was trying to climb a cliff was so sure of himself that they fell over the edge as they were climbing. I was in a state of extreme fear, but the fact that he was safe and sound made me feel much better. As she took another drink from her cup, her eyes widened and she lifted it to her mouth. "Oh, my Goddess, please don't mind my squeaky voice!"
It is not a problem at all. I greeted her with a grin. The question "So, what did he bring you?" is referred to as "The King of the Mountain." She sighed, almost as if she were reliving the experience. It was a fully grown male mountain lion that had reached its full maturity.
"Are you going to stop gushing about me already?" Orion entered the room not much later than Xavier did.
In all likelihood, not. As Janina amusedly rolled her eyes, he planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and continued.
If that's the case, then you weren't bragging about the King of the Mountain that I brought you, were you?
"There's no way you could have brought me a cougar, could there?"
"Honey, cougars, and mountain lions are all the same animal." As he thought about it, she grew more upset.
It's time for me to wrap up this meal. After making her announcement, she stood up from the table and walked away, leaving Xavier alone.
Jason's point of view of
As I took up her empty plate from the dining room table, I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek before saying, "Dinner was wonderful, as it always is, Mom."
"Indeed, it was a very enjoyable dinner." Before thanking my mother, Megan gave her assent to the proposition.
"There was not the slightest bit of a problem." Mom made an effort to brush it off, but it was obvious that she enjoyed it when praise was bestowed upon her. While my mother and her daughter Megan cleaned the dishes, my father and I cleared the table. After we had finished cleaning, we loitered in the kitchen for a while and finished off the cookies that were left for dessert.
If that's the case, when is your Ceremony? Mom inquired with a look of eager expectation in her eyes.
"I can't say for sure. Since I just questioned her about it, we haven't had the opportunity to truly talk about it or make any plans for it.
Simply said, I couldn't be more ecstatic. She flashed a grin.
When Megan whispered, "I asked her to make the dress," I smiled at her and then returned my attention to the conversation.
"Is that so? That is really fantastic! Mom has yearned for a daughter to fulfill this role for a very long time. Since she has always wanted a daughter, it is clear that she is not disappointed that she just has me as a child to look after now. When I glanced at the clock, I couldn't believe how late it already was and how long we'd been standing about doing nothing.
I gave my mother one more hug before telling her, "It's getting late." "Megan and I really ought to get going on our trip back home," I said.
"Oh, all right." My mother gave me another embrace and then moaned. "However, I would ask that you please let me know when you decide on a date!"
"We will," Megan responded before wrapping her arms around herself. expressing gratitude by saying "Thank you, Mom." The last statement was made in a hushed tone, but I was able to make out what was being stated. They did so as a result of the love smiles that their parents had painted on their faces before the event.