400 Year Old Virgin
Somalia K'Nyte sat in a tea shop in Armali on Thessia. On her small table was a pile of books, 'Journey with a Prothean' and 'Life Aboard the Normandy' by Liara T'Soni, 'Living by the Code' by Justicar Samara (with all proceeds used to help the rebuild of the Galaxy) and 'Wisdom from behind the Bar' and 'The Reaper War' by Matriarch Aethyta (which was just an excuse for Aethyta to rub in the fact that her pureblood daughter helped save the Galaxy). In her hand was 'The Seasons of Thessia' by Katy Shepard, about her time living on Thessia with her bondmate. It had been a year since the end of the Reaper War and Somalia was infinitely thankful that she had survived.
The door opened and she checked her sunglasses before looking to see who had walked in, she relaxed when rather that seeing the red armour that she expected, that she always expected, she saw two young Asari, maybe 100 years younger than herself, stroll in. They ordered some tea and then sat at a table near her. One was purple with bright red lines tattooed along her crest. She wore a traditional red and blue Asari gown with full arm length gloves. The other however really drew her eye. She was blue, a shade or two lighter than herself with white tattoos around her eyes. She wore a blue, short sleeved dress with the sides and front cut out, showing off exquisite curves and beautifully toned abs. Looking at the perfect Asari before her, Somalia started feeling heat pool in her stomach and an ache at the back of her mind.
She shook her head and turned back to her book, pushing the desire and, she shivered inwardly, hunger back into the deepest corners of her mind. She crossed her black leather clad legs and tapped her heeled foot in an attempted to ignore the feeling, rubbing her exposed arm with her hand, self-conscious of the dark red, short sleeved, tight crop top she was wearing. She rubbed at her own dark blue tattoos subconsciously. She tried concentrating on the words on the page, but nothing was working, and she was starting to get scared.
A whole year she had been free and she had never felt the urge to meld, the hunger had never bothered her, but now, now it was starting to consume her. She snapped her book closed, picked up the others and made her way quickly and carefully around the tables to the door. The door whooshed open and Somalia sped through it, not once looking back. She headed straight to her small apartment, thinking the whole time. Not once in her life had she ever feared herself, not even when she was diagnosed, and yet now, she feared what she would do to that maiden, what she might have done if she had stayed in the tea shop any longer.
She entered her apartment, dropped her books on her chair and collapsed onto her bed. Tears started forming in her eyes as a frightening thought struck her, but she got up and furiously wiped the tears away, refusing to believe it. Still, the thought would not leave, even as she grabbed a towel and entered the bathroom for a shower.
'What if all Ardat-Yakshi really are monsters?'
Hope you enjoyed my little opening chapter, sorry its so short, the chapters should get longer now.