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Going to be real here. Didn’t think it was possible, physically or mentally, to have a sexathon last this many days. It’s apparent why the Violetians have evolved to form bonded triads and also take in mates, because let me tell you…if I was the only one able to soothe Kass during these (hard) trying times, I don’t think I’d have a vagina left to enjoy when it all finally ended. As it stands, simply being upright, let alone walking, is not something I feel I should be doing right now.
“Are you coming, Mate?”
I give Adeema a smile that feels more like a grimace and nod at him placatingly. “Sure... am. Be right there.”
He gives an odd chirping sound that kind of sounds like a grunt and strides back over to me. “You are lying. Your ears turn red when you lie. Did you know this? Truly, are you in much pain?”
I wince as I shift on the bed. “It's not so much that I'm in pain, it’s that I think I may have lost the fleshy bits of my external genitalia somewhere in the grand melee of mashing our naughty bits together over and over again. I should be inspecting the lot of you. Maybe they got stuck somewhere?”
“If this is another of your strange human expressions, I must admit I don't understand it. I don't think that part of you can actually fall off though, so I'm going to go ahead and assume that was what you call sarcasm. Come. I shall carry you to the shower, and then we'll get you tucked up onto a soft surface with a cold pack. We can also brew you some tea that will speed up the healing process.”
I let him alienhandle me without protest, having given up any aspect of my dignity the third or fourth time I sat on one of their faces. It's kind of hard to act annoyed that they want to wash your hair when their nose has literally been in your asshole.
By the time I smell human again and I’m situated on the couch, it's next to a very sleepy Kass, who is all sorts of adorable as he works on regaining his strength. He seems almost shy in the aftermath of it all, which again confuses me greatly after all the things we've done together, but my fingers yearn to just card through his hair and hold him to me, so that's what I do.
They don't have television up here, not like we do on earth, but they do have odd ballet-type performances they enjoy watching. It more or less projects on the wall so that everybody can see it, and all the different species involved are fascinating to somebody like me who's not had a lot of exposure to anything non-human. The way they are able to move their arms, sometimes all ten of them, and the odd scales used in the music, melts away the most ordinary afternoon I've spent since getting abducted.
Look at me using that in a normal sentence. I didn't shudder or anything that time. Growth!
“You look like your mind is far from here, ,” Kass says as he stares up at me. “Is there anything you’d like to unburden to me?”
“I suppose I'm just trying to get used to the fact that this is my new normal,” I say pointing out to the dark window of stars and planets that move in the distance. “I was never too interested in traveling and yet here I am. It's just a very different lifestyle than I thought I’d have.”
“If you were on earth, whiling away a part of your day, what might you be doing? Assuming you weren't at work or doing other tedious tasks.”
I stare out the window some more, imagining earth spinning out there somewhere, peaceful and oblivious to my departure. “There was this really nice riverside park by my apartment. When the weather was nice, I’d treat myself to a latte and bring a book down there and read for an hour or two. Maybe stop by a thrift store and see what weird shit I could find to put in my home. That was always my goal. Find weird shit I could show off to my friends when I saw them. Humans are good at making stuff that makes no sense to other people.”
“I'm sorry you are missing it. When you are ready, we do have earth-like park simulations on board. I believe they have carpeting that looks and feels similar to earth's grass and there are lights that supposedly emit things that make humans feel happier.”
“That might be nice. When I can actually walk again,” I say with a laugh.
He turns to look at me with a very serious expression on his face, clearly concerned about my well-being. It’s a nice change of pace, because in the past when I’ve dated somebody, they’ve been more concerned about things like whether or not I was paying my share of the dinner bill, or whether I was going to make a fuss at them when they decided to spend the entire weekend with their friends instead of participating in the plans I already made for the both of us that they fully knew about.
“We pushed you too hard, didn’t we? We should have waited longer. Made you ingest more fluids first.”
“You guys love throwing that phrase around, don’t you? Honestly, you couldn’t have stopped me from trying to take a ride on any of you. Tell me I can’t have something, and I’m going to want it that much more. I enjoyed myself, I promise. And if it does indeed get easier with more… erm, ingestion , then hopefully my recovery time will be better next time…”
I have to dislodge Kass from my lap and waddle over to the long, thin window on the wall, because there’s something weird going on.
Like I sent out an invisible call, the entire triad soon surrounds me, looking out with me into the dark sky that is starting to flood with a bunch of smaller individual lights. “What are those?”
“They look like messenger drones,” Owiin says as he watches in confusion. “It looks like they are attempting to spell something in your language, . That means they're likely run by a human or somebody working with humans. If it was a different species, they’d be using their own written language.”
“Does that say, ‘Give us Miranda, or else’? I wonder who that is. I don’t think she’s gonna have a very good rest of her day.”
“Not sure,” Adeema says as he lowers the blinds and brings me back to the plush sofa. “Here, fresh cold pack for you. And we have a meal ready, as well. Kass, do you need us to lick you?”
“Woah, whoa, whoa. Lick what now?”
Kass stands beside the sofa and unhooks his pants, stepping out of them so that he’s bare from the waist down. Then he sinks onto the sofa, grabs his ankles, and spreads his legs wide. “Their saliva helps to heal me,” he explains with an unbelievably straight face. “Part of our aftercare. If it worked on you, we’d be ecstatic. Unfortunately, it seems to be a species-specific thing for us.”
Adeema gets to his knees before us, not hesitating to sink his tongue inside of Kass. He goes right to town on him, plunging deep inside, and then withdrawing and thoroughly licking the area over before plunging inside again. I watch the line of discomfort erase from Kass’ forehead as Adeema works, and magically, watching this does make me feel better.
“What even is my life right now? I feel really creepy for enjoying watching this, but oh, am I.”
Adeema flicks his eyes to me and makes a show of dragging his tongue slowly out from Kass, the stark whiteness rimming him before slipping inside once again. Obscene, I’m telling you.
His face definitely tells me he’s amused by my reaction, or maybe it’s just that my eyes are huge, and my breathing is labored, and he’s mildly concerned, medically speaking. “You guys are trouble."
“You know, it really couldn’t hurt to try,” Owiin says before sinking to his knees next to Adeema and undressing me. It takes very little for him to gain access to me, and whether or not it actually heals me doesn’t really matter, because later that night when I drift off, I’m so damn relaxed, even if my vocal cords got strained more. You win some, you lose some.
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“Ugh, not again,” I complain before shoving a pillow over my head. “Somebody needs to make that god-awful sound stop. I’ve not gotten nearly enough sleep to be dealing with this shit. What is it this time? Octopus babies melting one of the stabilizer wings? Flying fish attacking the kitchens and dissolving all the cookware?”
Adeema’s hand finds my face and pats it in a somewhat gentle but aggressive manner. “Are you well, mate? You’re asking odd questions. Those are very specific scenarios. Did those often happen on earth? I was unaware you were exposed to such dangers.”
If only he could see me rolling my eyes. “Well last time we had talking alligator creatures standing on two legs taking over. My ideas seem just as plausible.”
“It is merely the meeting bell,” Owiin says before yanking the covers off of all of us. Rude. Not that I could sleep longer anyways with the incredibly irritating siren trying to pick away at my eardrums, but I definitely don’t appreciate the sudden change in body temperature. The sheets they have here are crazy, they magically adjust to your body temperature so that you’re never too hot or too cold. I’ve never been so excited to crawl into bed before.
“Couldn’t they have met with us at a more reasonable hour?” I ask as I start looking for cast off clothes to wear. It’s on the list of things to take care of, alright?
“If it goes off in this pattern, it’s because something urgent has happened. Might not be an emergency, but it is likely something that needs attention rather quickly,” Kass explains as he attempts to finger comb through his curls. “They’re not trying to inconvenience us, I reckon they’re trying to keep us alive.”
Well, there’s a good shot of adrenaline to get me moving. “Well, when you put it like that…”
When we’re all dressed, we amble our way towards the middle of the ship where the spaces used for community purposes are. We enter a massive space that gives off hotel vibes, made up of smaller rooms that have been opened up to connect. Benches fill the room, and there’s a huge circular platform in the very middle that could be seen from any angle.
I don’t pay attention to the small group of people up there talking as I sink down onto a bench, cross my legs, and try to stay awake. Sitting upright is out of the question, so I slip sideways and lean my head against Adeema’s shoulder.
I zone out, waiting for everything to begin. It is definitely tricky to stay awake with the low din of voices trying to figure out what’s going on. Plus, being surrounded by my triad is very comforting and they’re all so warm and easy to snuggle into. Especially when Owiin decides the bench is too hard for me, so he scoops me up and pops me on his lap instead. When they all start playing with my hair, combing through it, I’m definitely convinced they want me to take a little nap.
My head falls back onto Owiin’s shoulder, and his arms are so secure around me that I let myself start to drift off, because whatever the people in charge are about to say, my guys will tell me later if it’s important.
“Attention! Attention up here, please. We have some special guests on board.” A loud microphone snaps me awake, but the way they say ‘special guests’ definitely indicates they’re not special. More like they pose a threat. “They’re looking for somebody very important to them, somebody they claim was wrongfully taken away, and they believe this person to be here. Is there a Miranda in here? Miranda from earth? If you don’t give yourself up, I don’t think our special guests will be very happy.”
They say special guests in that same tone again, making it feel less serious to be gathered at this hour. I’m looking around the room too, like I’ll magically spot this wanted person that is the current root of all my problems, because all I want is to climb back into bed. But no Mirandas are forthcoming, and then another voice takes over the microphone.
“I know you’re out there,” they snarl. And then their voice immediately changes to something sweeter, more pleasant. Something… very familiar. “Okay please, this is all a misunderstanding. Things shouldn’t have ended the way they did, and I’m prepared to make it up to you. I just need you to come back with me, so I know you’re safe. I’ve been worried sick.”
Something drops in my stomach, making my grip on Owiin’s arms that are wrapped around my middle go tighter. I have to kind of lean sideways around the giant aliens in front of me to see who’s on stage clearly, but when I finally get a glimpse, my jaw definitely drops to the floor. “What the hell? Why the fuck is he here?”
Kass’ hand on my leg squeezes a tiny bit. “You know him?”
“That’s the guy I was on a date with the night I contacted you guys. He sucked.”
“That’s not good,” Owiin points out. “Maybe keep your head down? We don’t want him to get it into his head that he can take you along with whoever this Miranda fellow is.”
“Miranda is probably a woman, but you’re right. He doesn’t need to know I’m here.” Honestly, I’m already sick of his face and I’ve only been looking at it for a few seconds. I spin, straddling Owiin’s lap so I can bury my face into his neck, silently begging for whoever this person is to step forward so the crazy man can go away.
Adeema gasps next to me, making us all dart our eyes around to see what he’s seeing. In the back corner of the huge room are some of the most terrifying creatures I’ve probably ever seen. Bipedal alligator humanoid hybrid things, with 80s style hair and clown makeup. They’re also wearing ballerina outfits with tutus, but that’s probably less important.
They’re starting to trickle through the crowds that are gathered, weaving in and out of benches while holding up some sort of tablet as they go.
“It looks like they’re using facial recognition to track down who they’re looking for,” Owiin tells us. “How the hell did that idiot up there get these guys to work for him? I wonder if these are the same ones that took down our last space station. And how did they even get on board? I thought this was supposed to be a secure station?”
The woman we met when we first landed, Charlotte, storms up to the stage next, looking furious. She grabs the microphone from Calvin, red in the face and pointing at him to leave the stage. Only once he’s off of it does she address us. “Apologies, friends. I’m sure many of you are wondering what’s going on, and I would like to give you some answers. I’m going to have a talk with this man over here and figure out how he was able to breach our defenses and find us, because the only way that would work is if he was tracking somebody that’s already here. Miranda, if you’re here, please come forward. I’m not going to let him take you against your will, I promise. We have security officers waiting to protect you. We just need to have a conversation, or maybe a negotiation, and then we will get our station back.”
Calvin doesn’t look happy about this, but his eyes are skimming furiously through the room, and I make the mistake of peeking out from Owiin’s neck at the wrong moment.
My eyes meet his, and even though there are hundreds of people in this room, he seems to recognize me and is immediately hopping over people and aliens alike like a damn acrobat, beelining his way towards me.
“Why is he coming over here? Did you tell this guy your name was Miranda, by chance?” Adeema asks as him and Kass get in front of me to block the way.
“No.”
We don’t have to wait long, but we definitely don’t make it easier on Calvin by meeting him halfway. He stands in front of us, nearly vibrating with rage, and I feel as if I should at least turn around so I can see him better. Don’t want a crick in my neck from twisting it too long anyway; a crick in the vagina is bad enough. Don’t need one on both ends.
“Why didn’t you present yourself? I gave you plenty of chances. You’re not going to like what happens now.” His misplaced irritation would be funny if I wasn’t worried about the threat his ballerina-loving green friends represent.
My mouth gapes open when I realize why he’s got such an attitude, then I start laughing. “Wait, did you think my name was Miranda ? Are you serious right now?”
“Don’t you dare play games with me. I know who you are, I know your name. You never called me after our date. I wasn’t done with you.”
“Except you don’t even know my name. My name’s , you dumbass. I don’t know anybody named Miranda.”
He looks less sure, slightly confused, but apparently is sticking with it. “Your name is Miranda.”
“Continue to speak to our mate this way and we will rip you apart, limb from limb. Her name is not Miranda, as she has told you. Therefore, she is not beholden to you in any way. Per our customs.”
My date that was bad enough to make me switch to aliens gets even redder in the face, and I gotta be honest here, I’m kind of hoping for an aneurysm. Maybe a heart attack. Wonder if those play out differently in space?
“I know the rules here. I know my rights. I filed an agreement, as befitting a human from earth. I am allowed to come and barter for a human who was taken here by accident. Tell them it’s an accident, Miranda.”
My guys all seem pretty relaxed, but I know that if something were to change, they’d be ready to defend me in an instant. “You filed a petition? You know you’re only allowed one of those per lifetime, right?”
“Of course. What do you take me for, an idiot?”
“Well, yes.” Owiin says in a clear tone. “Because you ruined the one petition you’re allowed. If you filed it for somebody named Miranda, then it’s useless unless you happen to cross paths with someone in the exact same situation with that name on this station. Got her name wrong, so the agreement won’t hold up.”
Calvin goes deadly still and takes a full measure of all three Violetians guarding me. I can't tell if he feels threatened by them, if he's annoyed that they are ruining the plans for him, or hell, maybe he wants to bone them, too. The expression he's giving could honestly go any way.
What ends up happening though, is that he pulls up a strange whistle hanging around his neck and blows into it, which has the super fun feature of drawing all the creepy 80s clown gators over to us. They surround us, and it’s all so out of control, so ridiculous, that I am very close to just laughing hysterically, because who the hell is this guy?
I tap the large purple alien in front of me in an attempt to make room for me, promising to stay right in front of them. Before things get weirder, I should try to handle this like a woman and address the date from hell straight on. “What are you even doing here? There's no way you traveled this far just to get me. What’s your game?”
“You heard what I said. What your leader here said. They took you from me, and I want you back. I wasn't done with you. Now you can be safe and come with me back to Earth, and you can put this whole absurd experiment behind you. Do these things even have dicks?”
The room goes awfully silent, and surprisingly, the creepy alligator guys put their hands up and back away from us all, shaking their heads like Calvin just committed the ultimate faux pas.
“Considering how much I've been limping all day, I can confirm, that yes; they do in fact. Not that that's any of your damn business. I still don't understand why you're here. Our date went awful, did you get me mixed up with somebody else? Somebody actually named Miranda, perhaps? Because there is nothing about our date that could have possibly led you into thinking I wanted to see you again, much less that I needed rescuing.
“As you can see from the incredibly possessive way they're handling me, I'm quite content where I am, thank you. If you seriously came here for me, sorry to say you wasted a lot of your time and energy. Our date was so bad that I got drunk and interviewed strangers on the way home to make sure I wasn't crazy for thinking an alien could offer me something better. Turns out me and my aliens are perfect together.”
“What— why are you guys getting naked? That's hardly appropriate in civilized society. Put that— oh my god . That's what they look like flaccid ?”
“Calvin The Puny And Regrettable, from Earth,” Owiin says with his shoulders back and his head held high, “we formally challenge you, as 's mates,” and he emphasizes my name to prove once again how wrong this guy was about me, “to a dick fight. You have questioned our manhood in front of everyone, in front of our mate, and we do not let such slights go. You have come onto our territory, made accusations against not only us, but our mate as well, and in doing so you have lost the respect of your lackeys.”
Calvin seems to finally realize the alligators are not backing him up anymore and he looks bewildered and angry. It's kind of cute, in a super pathetic way. Until he opens his mouth. “No. We had a deal. You guys helped me—”
One of the alligators steps forward. “Even we must abide by the universal space code between mates. If they are indeed mated, which you neglected to tell us, then you have breached your contract, anyway. You chose to get involved with an alien species to help you carry out your plans, and you should have known exactly how we operate. You never, and I mean never question Violetian’s dicks. Not if you want to keep yours, anyway. You're on your own, whiney man.”
My jaw drops, and I watch the incredibly intimidating demeanor of the alligators change into something you'd see at a children's birthday party from a character hired to entertain them. They start giggling and dancing their way out of the room, pausing to speak with Charlotte. I obviously cannot hear what is said, but it looks like they're apologizing profusely. I'm sure Charlotte will demand something in retribution, but I have nothing to do with that. I need to deal with this silly man in front of me. Who's incredibly delusional.
“It's shocking that you need me to tell you this considering you're a fully grown adult man, but honestly, you should just leave. That would be best for everybody. I'm not going to apologize for misleading you on our date, because there's no way in hell that’s something I did, even subconsciously.”
Calvin opens his mouth to speak and lifts a hand like he's going to make a point, but Kass interrupts him. He's not one I would peg for taking control, but then, I'm still learning about all of them. “As the omega of my triad, I vow to be a fair judge for this contest. I would ask the room be cleared out of females while the challenge commences, so that my mate does not have to keep us hidden from their eyes.”
Surprisingly, the room is already emptying of all females and most triads, save for a few that either don't have a mate, or look like they are bored out of their minds and literally want to watch a dick measuring contest. Or whatever the hell is about to happen. You know, I really don't think I even want to interfere. This idiot brought this on himself by having all of the audacity, and I must admit I'm looking forward to seeing him be further humiliated.
“Am I allowed to ask what the rules are?”
Adeema responds by spinning to kiss me, being obvious about how far down my throat he shoves his absurdly long tongue. He has me gagging on it in front of everybody watching, and it's making me want so many other things from him. But alas, this is not a live porno competition, unfortunately, so he pulls away eventually.
“He will take Owiin and I on in two separate rounds. Kass has vowed to be an impartial judge, and he can do that without sacrificing his loyalty to our triad. The rules for a dick contest are clear. If anybody watching does not agree with Kass’ ruling, they may challenge it, and we will go from there.
“We will all be given a moment to armor up and set the stage. Basically, we'll need to clear enough space to move around without stumbling into nearby objects or people. We start on Kass’ call, and we will fight each other until one of us proves they have the better dick. And if we get a little bloody, fear not. Remember, we can heal each other with our saliva. But I'm not expecting he'll be able to get anything on us, so you need not worry for us, mate.
“When the challenge is over and the winner is declared, the loser must sit in a box of shame for a week in the middle of the dining hall. He'll be at the whim of everybody eating and will survive off of their scraps. When his sentence is up, he will be banished from this space station forever.”
“That's... a bit extreme. But, okay. If this is what you do, then do it. Just please, don't get us kicked out of here. I kind of like it, alright?”
I have full faith in my mates, but I figure I better give them both a good luck kiss anyway.
“This is ridiculous,” Calvin complains. Because of course he does. “They know I didn't mean anything by my stupid remark. Everyone knows the Violetians are hung. I apologize, okay? You have no idea how hard that is for me to say, how much it physically makes me sick, but I can admit when I'm in the wrong. Occasionally. But this is one of those times. We do not need to do whatever... you're insisting we do. You win; I lose. Alright? I'll just leave, and we can put all this ridiculousness behind us.” He looks at me as if he's going to make another bid for me to come with him, but Owiin isn’t feeling generous enough to let him speak.
His eyes are glowing, and he looks scary as fuck. Definitely want to blow him right now. “If you dare to speak to our mate again after she's made it more than clear she wants nothing to do with you, we shall remove the embarrassingly small amount of flesh dangling between your legs as a favor to you, and to the known universe. Once you enter a challenge of this sort, there is no backing down. You should have known that before you inserted yourself into intergalactic politics. We do not play by earth rules. Even if some species occasionally decide to eat and colonize each other, we respect each other. We respect the rules.”
It’s wild to me that they have such strict parameters on what to do if somebody challenges your dick size, but you know what, I am not, nor have I ever been, an alien with a dick. If they want to be precious about their manhood, let them. Makes me wonder though, if they have other such contests between women who mate... never mind. Women are smarter than men. We would never.
Calvin is sweating now, and I'm taking great joy from that. Especially when Kass brings up a seat for me to sit in and hands me a big tub of something that looks similar to popcorn. He puts a big drink next to me, props my feet up, and then begins to rope off their stage. Nobody's stopping this, so this must be either a common occurrence, or they are way more serious about this than I personally feel they need to be.
And then the armor is brought out.
Maybe I should have realized that they wouldn't armor their bodies, not in a dick fight.
No, a gleaming metal set of dick-shaped armor is carried in by somebody and placed on a table. My triad walks up to make selections that will fit them the best, holding the pieces up to themselves to make sure the metal will be a good fit before completely sheathing their now hard cocks in... armor. Plated armor that looks just like the stuff in history books from medieval Europe. Weird.
I stifle a laugh when there's nothing small enough to suit Calvin and they have to remove several links from the smallest on offer in order to get it to fit properly. Really could have lived several lifetimes without seeing him naked though, that’s for sure. Even if he’s mildly attractive, his stupid personality destroys everything that could have been good.
I personally subscribe to the whole, it's not the size that matters it's what you do with it’, but in this case, I don't think he’d know what to do with what he’s got, even if it were not below average.
Kass stands on a nearby table so he's better able to see everything happening, presumably. And then he calls out, “Do all parties understand the rules? If you tap out, you forfeit. If you bleed too much and your armor falls off, you forfeit. If you pass out, you forfeit. If you harm your opponent in any way besides with your armored cock, you forfeit. I want a clean match from everyone. I will accept nothing else. Is everyone clear?”
There's no way that Calvin doesn't have at least 100 more questions, but the blatant idiotic male pride gleaming in his beady little eyes tells me there's also no way he's going to ask them. It's assumed he knows what he's doing, so he does what nearly every guy in his position would do: fakes the hell out of it.
It's bizarre and oddly erotic to watch the men I have apparently married walking across a set stage, in armor, their dicks out and swinging. A bit of a surreal moment for me, if we're telling our truths. Not that I hate it, especially when Owiin and Adeema give each other a quick peck on the lips and smash their armored dicks together, emulating a fist bump.
And I wish I could say everything leading up to this point was the weirdest part of my day, or even my stay in space at all, but things continue to progress.
The first round goes somewhat as expected; that is to say, Adeema has Calvin bleeding and crying like a child within a minute, coming to me for a victory kiss. When Owiin steps into the ring though, towering over the date I should not have swiped on, he gives a hip thrust which releases tiny little blades at the base of his cock.
Calvin is panicking, while Owiin is promising me dirty, dirty things with his eyes. He's giving me the kind of looks that I'm sure would have impregnated women with lesser constitutions, but I'm ironclad in my resolution. I will not interrupt their strange fight.
No, we'll leave that to Calvin himself.
Soon as Owiin takes a step closer to him and finally focuses his full attention on him, Calvin falls to his knees with his hands up. His voice is shaking but loud as he projects it. “I never meant for this to go this far; sorrier than you'll ever know.” He stares straight at me. “Before this goes any further, I need to tell everybody the true reason I'm here.”
The room goes silent once more, Adeema shifting in front of me to make sure the idiot doesn't try anything wild. How many fucking chances did we give this guy to talk? And suddenly a little-bitty, razor-sharp (I’m assuming) blade gets aimed at his dick and he has secrets? That’s suspect.
He focuses his attention now on Owiin, pleading his case from his knees. “I'm sure you've heard how I know your lovely mate; we did indeed go on a date. But the truth is, I'm a secret agent for the government of the United States. I was sent to meet her for dinner, because we had suspicions about who she was. Everything leading up to now has been an extension of our evaluation protocol.
“We will need to do a bit more testing still, but after interviewing her parents, her friends, and anybody who's had a significant part of her life, we feel fairly certain in her identity.”
“Can you get to the point already?” Owiin asks, sounding bored.
“Apologies, Sir. Thank you for taking such excellent care of her so far, I can tell this is a well-suited match judging from your behavior with each other. She seems happy and well, and that is all we can ask for.” Calvin shifts his attention to me again, sitting back on his heels to become even less of a threat. “Your parents wanted to be the ones to tell you this, but unfortunately, traveling here just wasn't possible for them. Also, I must admit that everything up until this point has been a ruse.
“Your prior space station has not been colonized in any way; everybody is safe there. Well, except that the humans there staged a revolt and kicked the ruler and his mate out of the space station. Like literally, they were floating around in space before they froze, gasified, and then degraded. If your triad wanted to return there, it would likely be fine. Sorry. I'm getting off track.
“Long ago, Miss Mir—argaret, when your father was but a twinkle in his parents' eye, your grandparents were chosen to pioneer a program. There was an alien race dying out, desperate for help. And they looked to earth, because they knew that our species is capable of crossbreeding with many other humanoid alien races. And your grandma was a bit of a freak for aliens, if you don’t mind my saying.”
He’s not wrong. When she passed, we found quite a collection of accoutrements.
“This race, known as The Tulips, imparted everything they had into a tiny kernel of highly concentrated data, information, and genetic material, which your grandmother ingested while pregnant with your father. It takes two generations to fully activate, but once it does, the child would be the sole heir and supreme ruler of the lost Tulip People.
“It is truly serendipitous to meet you out here in space, , for this is where your destiny must be initiated. I needed to intercept you to keep the accordance with the Tulip people our Earth government made and inform you of what you truly are.
“I feel I must admit I had very little intention of bringing you back to earth; I’m quite interested in being involved with a woman set to inherit such power— talk about a resume builder! And hey, I’m open to another date, you just say the word. I won’t even lie about my intentions next time. You have a lot of big decisions ahead of you, and I emphasize with incredible gravitas that the Tulip People are depending on you.”
I set the popcorn/not popcorn bucket on the ground and dust off my fingers, then reach for the cold refreshing drink Kass gave me a little bit ago. After breathing a few dozen times, I feel it is imperative to point out the obvious to this deranged man in front of me.
I hold out my arms to him, turning them this way and that, wiggling my fingers, raising my feet to wiggle my toes to show exactly what I'm made of. “In case you're incredibly ignorant of everything around you, I'm 100% human.”
“But you're not. Tell me, and I don't ask this to intrude upon your personal life although I would not at all mind the mental images of you, has anything odd happened between you and your triad since you came together? Have you found it easier than you thought it would be to get physical with your mates? Because I can assure you, every human woman once paired with a Violetian triad needs rigorous training for months, as well as an incredible amount of cum ingestion, before they can even attempt to consider taking them inside their body. Yet you spoke of walking funny, correct? Due to that exact circumstance. This is an indication that the recessive genes inside of you are beginning to bloom, changing you.”
To my horror, the men in my triad hold their chin thoughtfully, as if to say that makes sense. But no, it fucking doesn't.
Deny, deny, deny has always been my favorite quote.
“We did find it remarkable she was so motivated,” Adeema admits like a total traitor.
“There is a massive castle across the universe with your name on it, . Of course, your mates will be there to help you rule. You are the hope of an entire people though, and I must warn you that once everything activates, you're going to get a very intense urge to procreate. This is wired into your DNA, a fail-safe to make sure the Tulip genes keep getting passed on. There is a good amount of these people left, but they've been in stasis awaiting your rise to power. You are to be their queen, and they will adore you.
“And, uh, side note, your grandmother wanted to make sure you knew that if you find any overtly friendly or cuddly animals in your new home, to be aware they are likely just horny Tulipians trying to get a whiff of your snatch. Her words, not mine. There was a footnote in her letter that said to trust her on this, because she had to learn that lesson the hard way.”
What does one even say to that? I have always wanted kids, but damn. “Excuse me if I find all of this hard to believe. Also, you interrupted our much-needed sleep, and I would like to return to that state as soon as possible. Continue this weird dick fight, or don’t. I'm heading back to our room.”
Jeesh. You give a girl an alien, then she’ll want two more, and pretty soon she’s dreaming about ruling an entire alien race. Hardly my fault that things are progressing this way.