“Would you like me to discuss the exact process and upload a sexual health manual to your screen?” she asked with a helpful smile.
My blush would not dim as I shook my head. I’d been trying to learn about the new universe I was a part of. Reading had been slow going because NAID had to translate everything. Though she had downloaded pretty much everything from Earth so I could read and watch things in English.
“It would be no problem. I’ve already translated a manual for you. I have several diagrams depicting drakcol sex and anatomy. One shows two men, so it should be quite informative.”
“I’m good,” I croaked.
“You want to discover it with Prince Kalvoxrencol. A wise choice. Edith often says, ‘Discovering what you and your partner like is paramount to a relationship. Communication is integral to that process.’”
“N-no,” I stammered.
“There’s no shame. He is considered attractive by his species.”
“We’re getting off topic.”
“I don’t think so,” NAID countered. “You wanted to know about copulation between your two species. He is considered handsome. All the same topic.” Her eyes narrowed. “Do you not find him attractive?”
Even more heat swarmed my face, if possible. I felt like I would burst into flames, which might be preferable to this conversation. Kal and his strong features, full lips, thick eyebrows, and steel-blue scales entered my thoughts. His tail that always curled about me. His muscular arms, which I saw all the time because of the sleeveless tunics he wore. Never had blueskin, or rather scales, and tails been a thing for me, but I couldn’t deny I found him attractive.
“Do you find him attractive?” I asked.
“He is within acceptable proportions.”
“What does that mean?”
“The prince is perfectly fine. I have no sexual thoughts or opinions of attractiveness.”
“Ah.” Drawing one of my knees to my chest, I asked, “What’s he like?”
“You have asked this before. I need more specific parameters to respond.”
My lips pursed. What exactly did I want to know? His childhood? His family? His personality? I wasn’t sure, so I started with something simple. “He has siblings?”
“He is the youngest of five children, all male. All of his older brothers, except one, are unmated.”
“Does he get along with them?”
“I don’t know how to answer your question. There are many reports of him defending his older brother of three years, Zoltilvoxfyn.”
“Defending?”
“The second youngest prince has had trouble because of a private matter I am not authorized to disclose. Prince Kalvoxrencol has protected him multiple times, even to the point of issuing challenges. The most famous incident occurred when he was five. He attacked a child of a lord to protect his older brother. From then on, his overprotectiveness became legendary among drakcol. He was seen as an ideal mate for that trait.”
An ideal mate, huh?
“Though, there are many other reports that have dulled his reputation and have become marks against his honor,” NAID continued.
“Such as?”
“Trouble making. Pranks that have gone awry. Drinking. Fighting. Unnecessary challenges. Theft. Prince Kalvoxrencol is known as the royal problem child.”
“I see.”
“But,” NAID said, “he has never injured his romantic companions. He is kind and protective.”
“I’m not judging him, NAID.”
A sly grin tugged at her wafer-thin lips. “From the number of men he’s courted, I assume he is well-versed beneath the sheets. Experience, I understand, is an important factor.”
