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It's always the best dreams that get interrupted. But in this case, the dream that awaits me when I do wake up far surpasses my imagination while I was recovering.

I track my eyes to the floor where the whining sound is coming from, to find my mate bent in half by my omega. Kass has his hands covering her mouth, trying to stifle her sounds since it seems to be the middle of our sleeping time, but he's sloppy in his coverage because he's currently trying to wedge himself inside of her body. It's incredibly arousing, and my mouth is instantly dry thinking of what it must feel like for both of them.

Kass’ sounds are nearly as melodious as Margaret’s, but I have to get closer to see how much of himself he's worked inside of her, and I'm oddly proud of the amount of our cum I see coating the inside of her thighs already.

Kass’ motions are frantic, and I can tell he's crazed currently by his needing, his eyes rolled back as he more or less twitches on top of her. I think we can do better than that, though.

I slide my hand down Margaret’s thigh so I don't startle her with other touches, then quickly move on to help easing Kass. I stroke him, wrapping my fingers securely around the hard length of him still exposed to the air, watching the lights on his bare skin go wild. He's switching languages every other word, begging me to give him more, and I wish I could ease this for him faster. The more he’s able to orgasm though, the faster his needing will fade.

I use the leverage I have on Kass to push him a little further into Margaret’s body, using my other hand to stimulate my favorite part of her. We were told about the secret spot on the human woman that’s full of so many nerves that it’s incomprehensible, but even lightly stroking around it has her moans turning into screams. She starts bucking, which only helps all of our goals even more.

I hold my breath as he starts slowly working his way inside of her, the skin pulled so tight around him I'm worried it's going to snap, but moving slowly seems to do the trick. She's able to take him a little bit at a time if we keep steady pressure on her.

The problem though, is that Kass finishes, hips bucking like he's gone mad, crying out before collapsing next to her. He's unconscious almost instantly, and I don't want Margaret to feel as if he just used her body. I'm not sure how much about his needing she truly understands, but it looks like I have her all to myself for the moment. Adeema is somehow still sleeping, proving he's a terrible guardsman.

I kiss her mouth sweetly before the wetness between her legs steals all my attention. I want it all inside of her, yearn for her body to be used to us so that she's in less pain when she chooses to be with us; but also, as a male, it is beyond satisfying to see fluids from my triad leaking out of her body. To know what it took to get it in there has my own cock straining, but nothing will happen until she is taken care of.

“My precious, precious mate,” I whisper as I begin to kiss her neck. She's sweet here as well, so soft it makes my mouth ache. “Would you like an ice pack? For down here. You’re a little swollen.” I gently scoop up the excess cum and tip it back inside of her, reaching for the basket that got delivered sometime earlier after we received our room. It was beyond kind of Charlotte to send a mating gift.

I find what I need easily enough, warming it up inside my mouth before sliding the flared vaginal plug inside of my mate to keep everything where it should be.

“Is that what I think it is?” Her breathing is shallow but heavy, her voice coarse. I can hear her need in every word, and I intend to satiate her.

“They're made for our human mates, to keep our fluids in you so your body can soak them up better.”

“That's... yeah, okay. Is he okay?” She asks, throwing a hand gently on Kass’ back.

I glance at him fondly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “He will be. This is his first needing, since they only come on once we find our mate. Usually, we have longer to wait before they arrive, though. He would have been more prepared if we had known to expect it this soon. He'll be taken care of, though. Thank you. For being understanding and wanting to help him.”

I dip my head down, pressing tender kisses to her belly, then lower, tracing around the outside of the plug that serves a dual purpose. It’ll also keep her wide, helping to stretch her, because the plug is close to our size.

“You don't have to do that. I've probably had enough orgasms to last me a good solid half a year at this point,” she laughs awkwardly.

I shake my head. “We want you insatiable. If you think you've had enough, you definitely haven't. If it's uncomfortable though, if this is too much for you or you're too sore, I can stop. I only wish to care for you.”

“God damn I made a good choice in contacting you guys. A girl could get used to this kind of attention.” Her fingers fall to my head, making me hiss out a breath when her sure fingers wrap around my horns. I lose my balance at the feeling of it, my head falling between her legs with my mouth wide open. I begin slurping at her around the plug eagerly, and after a small noise of surprise, she begins to work my horns like I was working Kass’ cock.

“These are sensitive. Got it. They're sticky though; does that serve a purpose?”

I tip my head up at her wickedly and tell her to lick it.

She looks at me strangely but does so, eyes widening. “That tastes like your cum. You're telling me your antlers can come, also?”

“They’re horns, and yes. Why do you think they are curved just so, and ribbed, and that the end is dull instead of pointed like other species? Every part of us is made to pleasure you.”

“I don't even know how to feel about that. Does it feel quite as good as having my mouth lower, though?”

I'm about to remind her I can't compare the two, since her mouth has never actually been fully on my horns, but then the left one, followed by the right one, is encased by wet heat, and I begin to suffocate myself between her glorious thighs. I find her clit and map it out, testing for which area and which pressure gets the best reaction.

“Why does that feel so good?” she asks, maybe to me, maybe to nobody, but then her tongue is dipping up and down aggressively, and I feel it in every part of my body. When she starts to proclaim that her mouth is tingling pleasantly, I lose it. I feel the small sacs containing the arousal fluid for my horns deflate, making my knees quiver as I fill her mouth up.

At this point my mouth is suctioned around her, sucking greedily as my fingers puck the plug, other fingers tapping her back hole. When I slip the very tip of a finger inside there, her thighs lock on my head, and her body tightens up as she screams her release.

I collapse, laying my head on her lap.

“That might be the weirdest sexual favor I've ever given. Is that even safe to consume? Where did that shit come from? There's no way that traveled all the way from your dick. Your torso is way too long for that. Ain't no way it traveled so fast.”

I bring her hands carefully to the back of my head, pressing her fingers to the tendons at the base of the backside of it. “There are sacs here. You might find it odd, but the fluid travels through special veins over my scalp, under my hair, to escape out of my horns when aroused.”

I help guide her fingers up the pathways, gentle lines under my skin that go unnoticed if you don’t know to look but are more sensitive than other parts of my scalp.

“Did I just imagine everything, or did you tell me your horns are intended for fucking? Have you ever actually used them in that way? That's not something I ever realized I wanted to try.”

I laugh, grabbing her hand to hold it. I twine my much longer fingers with hers while I sit and feel her breathe. “It is truly shocking how little you know of my species. I figured there would be things you would need to learn, not realizing there was little you didn't need to.”

“That's probably super annoying. For you guys, I mean. You probably had these visions in your head of what having a mate would be like, and here I come, wrecking them one by one. I wouldn't blame you guys if the trial period ended with you not wanting to stay with me. Doesn't seem fair you give so much to me and get so little in return.”

I register Adeema’s presence as she gets done speaking, his footsteps pausing inside the door. I guess he wasn't asleep, maybe in the other room doing something then. He sets something down, drops to his hands and knees, and crawls toward us. He nuzzles her throat, pressing kisses along it before taking her mouth. “You are more than we could have hoped for. You're wonderful. Don't let any voice inside of you tell you otherwise.”

“Yes,” I say, agreeing with my triad mate. “And you're taking this all so well. This is not the introduction to life with us we hoped for. I just pray to the fates that this station continues to be a safe place for us, because we're finally getting some good quality time with you, and I don't want to be interrupted again.”

“Is this sequestering thing,” she questions, choosing not to address the more sensitive topics we just brushed over, “a reason to just have as much sex as possible uninterrupted? Or is there more to it?”

Adeema stands up, extending a hand to our mate to help her stand. “That can be a perk, but no, that is not its main purpose. Remember, most newly mated Violetians do not even attempt to have intercourse. We're taught to believe it would be too difficult, too painful for you.

“So instead, intimacy is built up during this time. Touching, kissing, holding each other. Doing little things for each other and caring for each other. That is the heart and soul of being sequestered. You give your sole focus and attention to your new mate, spending as much time together as possible, so that when you have to go out into the population again, you feel a strong bond with each other.”

I follow them to the bathroom, stepping forward to get the shower warm when her legs threaten to give out on her. Adeema is quick to scoop her up, wrapping her legs around his hips as he steps into the humid shower stall.

I waste no time in washing her. I start by massaging her scalp, then her neck and her shoulders before falling to my knees to wash between her legs. She squirms, but she will learn quickly this is not embarrassing in the least for us.

I take joy in being able to touch her intimately in such a way, to watch her back entrance contract slightly when I run fingers over it and wash her skin. I pull the plug out of her body, not wanting her to get any sort of infection because I know that human bodies are more prone to them, reaching inside of her to scoop out what I can reach from her tryst with Kass.

Once I am satisfied that she’s clean, I realize she has fallen asleep. So, I take care to walk her slowly through the body dryer before laying her in the bed, patting her dry as much as I can before covering her up. I make haste to return to the shower, to be with Adeema in the quietness of the mid-sleeping time.

His eyes meet mine, curious, but not uninterested. “I didn't think you were coming back. I figured you'd want to lie with our mate.”

I say nothing as I step back into the shower, letting the water dance around me and keep me warm. I wrap my arms around him and enjoy his hard body against mine for the first time like this. “I couldn't. I needed to feel you. We've waited so long for the mating instinct to kick in, and now that it's here, and she's here, I feel like I've been deprived of you for too long.”

I feel wetness against my neck that is different from the shower water, so I pull his face away from mine to discover he is quietly crying. But I understand, because I might be doing it also.

I press my lips to his, carefully, waiting for him to react. And it's wonderful when he does. The bumps on his skin begin to vibrate against me, giving away his arousal.

“I didn't think it was going to feel this strong,” he gasps. “I figured it would come on gradually, because that seems to be how it happens for most triads. It's not often that a needing will hit the omega and immediately send everybody into a frenzy. This must be a good pairing, indeed. I feel as if I’ve spent my life starved of you.”

He feels so precious in my arms, even with our similar height. He is slimmer than me though, his sides straight and muscled in a tempting way. “I think she's going to bring us many blessings. This is just the start of it. This is…a lot. My body is vibrating with the need for you. All the little moments over the years that didn’t feel like much at the time are all coalescing in my head and telling me how integral you are to me. My arms were made to hold you like this.”

I feel his hardness pushing into me, his long thin fingers reaching down to hold us both together. His hand shakes, urging me to look him in the eye to assess his mental state.

“If you're not ready...”

He shakes his head. “I want to. I think I'm nervous though; you might have to talk me through this. Of course I’m ready, it’s us.”

We've known since we became a triad we would be here one day. Up until this point, there has been nothing, no temptation to be sexual with each other. We are very fond of each other, we are a family and would do anything to protect each other and make each other happy, but that’s all we’ve felt emotionally. That is, until we found our mate, who turned on all of our mating instincts and carried our triad into its next phase. Now I'm desperate for all of them, almost as desperate as I am for my mate.

There's a deep yearning between Adeema and I, because I know everything about this male in front of me. There's depth to our relationship, because I know what he sounds like when he's annoyed, know the sounds he makes when he's too happy to speak words. I know what every flick of his eyelashes means and can choose all of his favorite meals with my eyes closed.

That we should be holding each other like this is surreal. Completely bare of any clothing, nothing between us. I've seen his body countless times, and yet it's never meant this much to me. Maybe it's difficult to explain to someone unused to such practices, but this is just how it is done in our culture. How our species operates.

He is dear to me, and I wish for him to know that more than anything. “Would you kiss me again? Let me do the work.”

He's hesitant to let go of the hold he's got on both of us, eyes glazing over as he watches his long fingers slowly move up and down us as our bodies are pressed together. Each of the nodules on my cock are incredibly stimulated by the ones of his that rub against them, making it almost difficult to remain standing.

I need to prevent him from thinking too hard about this. If he overthinks this, he won't be able to enjoy it as much. He says he wants this, so I'm going to go for it.

I wrap my hand around his, then press my mouth to him once more. I don't ask for permission. I take what I want, pushing him against the back wall of the shower, unleashing all of the pent-up lust that’s been building inside of me all day.

I recall the way our mate felt as she came on my mouth, the way it felt to see Kass' body inside of hers, and I superimpose them all with the beautiful male before me. It's overwhelming to say the least. Thankfully, his lips are strong and his body's stronger. He's able to take everything I give him and feed it right back to me. It's almost a fight between the two of us, our sharp teeth clacking together as we explore, as we let ourselves feel and be in the moment.

When he's good and distracted, I begin to work the skin around his cock open, encouraging his body to retract it inside his body to make room for me.

Omegas need anal penetration, especially when they're in their needing. But betas need something else. When they are high in their mating needs, Adeema’s body wants to be taken in a different way. His cock will retract back into his body, leaving a warm place of tight skin for me to slide into. He will take me in my entirety, until the tip of my head meets his pelvis, and pushes against the tip of him where it's nestled deep inside of his body. In this way, I can mate with him, can join our bodies. Something unique, something he'll only seek out with me.

It takes a little bit of work to get his skin to accept me, and it's so damn tight but it's nice and lubricated for me already, so I know his body is ready. His hips began to buck slightly, trying to get me to move faster, which makes me smile in a deeply satisfying way. “Be patient, Beta. I don't want to hurt you.”

“It hurts more being made to wait,” he complains.

When I finally get myself just inside of his body, the tight skin suctions onto me, pulling me tight so that I can't back out. We are now locked together until his body releases, and it feels incredible. My beta is hot and slippery for me, his muscles trying to milk me as I slide deeper.

Adeema clings to my shoulders, his head thrown back while his legs shake. He always boasted that he would never be too weak to take his mating standing up, promising over and over again he'd meet me thrust for thrust when the time came. I tried to tell him it didn't matter, that I would happily support him as he needed it, but he was so sure he'd be able to withstand everything.

Now I'm happy I spent so much time in the gym strengthening my legs and my back, because it means when his body begins to dip from overwhelm, it is nothing for me to pick him up and pin him to the wall. I feel the strain on my muscles, but it's nothing I cannot handle. It's a lovely burn in fact, but no less difficult to give him what we both need right now.

“I'm so sorry.”

I grin at him and slip my cock inside his skin a finger length farther. He lets out a whimper at this, nails digging into my skin.

“I didn't think I could feel like this. You feel so big.”

“And you feel perfect. This is going to change everything, you know. From here on out, we are a mature triad. Bonded.”

“I'm ready for that. Ready for it all.”

I get myself the last little bit into his body, having to stop for a moment in order to experience the way it feels to be fully encased by him. I can't help but look down at where we are joined, to take in the way he swallows me and covers me up so well. I can see the nodules on my flesh underneath his own, interlocked and joined together. It makes my heart swell, makes me feel so close to him.

I kiss his mouth once more as the tips of our cocks meet inside his body, the slickness escaping both of us amping everything up. I give an experimental thrust, fighting against the suction of his body as I do so. His body will not let me all the way out, but it does let me back up enough to be pleasured by a thrust.

The steam of the shower gets mixed with the animalistic grunts of us bonding, Adeema trembling the entire time as he lets me thrust into his body. It is so different than how it felt to be inside Kass, such an odd sensation to feel his skin rippling over mine. It’s incredible how deep inside my body the pleasure rushes, like molten rock carving a path in the landscape.

When he informs me he's going to release, he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, managing to hold himself back until he determines I'm close enough to release as well.

When our explosion finally happens, we detonate together, his hot cum rushing to meet mine, making our connection swell up with excess fluid. If our mate was awake, we could position her underneath us so she may drink it down when we are ready to disconnect, but it feels rude to wake her up for that purpose when she's clearly so tired.

The rush of emotion that flows through me as our bonding completes is too hard to hold in, so I don't try. I let myself feel whatever I need to as I hold my triad mate, remaining in the shower with him while water floats along our body and pulls away our sweat.

It's almost too cold when we step out of the shower, and I feel empty without him encasing me anymore, but this is easily fixed by climbing into the bed provided for us and squeezing him between me and my mate. Everything we've been through suddenly feels so worth it, because our triad is evolving, and Kass going into his needing is proof that we are going to be a strong triad. The fates are not done with us, so we rest heavily as our exhausted bodies seek rest and rejuvenation.