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The Pleasure Planet

O ne week later on Paragon, the Pleasure Planet

Braveheart

I’ve never possessed a credit before, so I have no idea what one will buy, but I still question spending so many of them on this secluded cottage on Paragon. I shouldn’t balk, they’re actually not my credits. Our new friends on planet Marentine pitched in and gifted us with this getaway package to celebrate our mating.

I’m still not quite sure how my life changed so completely in such a short time. A month ago, I was an imprisoned geneslave with no future and no hope. I had a cock that only worked when I was sent into battle. I’d been told I had no emotions and no reason to live other than to serve the Galactic Federation. I certainly never dreamed of finding love.

Now I have more emotions than I sometimes know what to do with, and I’m a free male who no longer wears a slave collar. I’ve discovered my cock works just fine, and I have not one but two mates.

Speaking of them, Willow can’t wait until we reach the front door of our mating cottage. She throws her arms around Valor’s thick neck and pulls him down for a kiss. I guess after what the galaxy witnessed during The Game , a public kiss shouldn’t bother any of us. It certainly doesn’t bother me to see how much my two mates love each other.

Willow wanted the mating ceremony. I had no desire for it, but I do pretty much anything my beautiful new mate requests. She told us that although she never grew up imagining being married to two males, especially two alien males, she’d always wanted a mating ceremony. No, she called it a wedding. My mate wanted a wedding? My mate was going to get a wedding.

It happened fast, just like everything else in our new lives. Facing your imminent death all day every day shows you how precious the present moment is. Willow said she didn’t want to squander a second of it.

So she borrowed a lovely scarlet dress that the other Earth females on Marentine were mated in, and the President of the planet himself had his tailor sew leather outfits for Valor and me. The three of us looked like we belonged together when we said our vows.

Willow said Valor and I were handsome, but how can I trust her judgment? She said that when we wore our awful crimson coveralls. She thinks we look handsome no matter what we wear.

Willow’s vows were lovely. I committed them to memory. “To have and to hold, to honor and treasure, in sickness and in health, to cherish you both, until death do us part.” Bold words for someone who was almost parted from us on numerous occasions.

My words weren’t as pretty or practiced as hers. I simply spoke from the heart as I told Willow how deeply I love her and how I’ll protect her until my dying breath. By the soft smile on her face as I spoke, I know she was well aware of the truth of my words and the depth of my affection.

As I looked at Valor, love and appreciation bubbled up into my heart as I remembered how he saved my life, saved us all. In front of the assembly, I told him how much I love him and promised to always be at his side.

I wasn’t particularly proud of how my words sounded because they weren’t poetic, but by the tender expressions on their faces, I think Willow and Valor enjoyed hearing them.

Valor has been quiet since The Game . Not as silent as he was before he met Willow, but not as talkative as he was on Blanterra. He didn’t speak his vows out loud, which was fitting. He used his psy powers to speak to his mates and only his mates.

For a male who doesn’t talk much, he had a lot to say. In addition to his words, he let his emotions spill over. I don’t remember how he strung his pretty words together, but I recall some of them. The words treasure, adore, connected, protect, and forever stick with me.

I remained stoic. Sometimes I’m still a geneslave at heart. Willow’s emotions overflowed into me as I watched her lower lip tremble and tears run down her cheeks. She left her place on the dais where we were told to stand and pulled us all into a powerful three-way hug. I was hit with a blast of loving emotion so strong it was the most intense feeling of devotion and commitment I’ve ever experienced.

If I held any residual fear about sharing the female I love, it was obliterated in that moment of absolute love, affection, and inclusion.

And tonight in our bed, I’ll have the opportunity to put that acceptance into practice. We haven’t made love, not the three of us, not the way I’ve imagined it. Valor’s been recuperating. Then there was the mating ceremony, and then Willow said she wanted to wait.

She wanted it to be on our honeymoon. She said she didn’t know why it’s called that, just that it’s for the couple, or throuple as she refers to us, to have time alone to love each other. I can’t argue with that, and there are many, many ways I want to love her tonight.