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Adeema has finished his round, so he is able to travel with our mate back to our residence to keep her company.
I turn to the man down on his knees who thinks he's getting out of our dick fight because he pulled a miraculous story out of his rear end. “Was that it, then? Anything else you have left to say?”
He stands, looking a little bit... sheepish, I think is the correct term. “I'm sorry to ambush you like this. I truly wish there would have been a different way we could have done this all, but she was a very difficult woman to get a hold of. Especially after the four of you fled the prior state space station so quickly.”
“I'm not sure if I believe in the entirety of the tale you just told—”
He springs up from his knees, getting far too close to me for my comfort. “You must! Every word I have spoken is the truth. Now that she has left the full gravity of earth, her body is preparing to awaken the dormant genes. It's only a matter of time before her body finishes processing them, allowing them to shine through more.”
Because I owe it to my mate to get all the information, I question him further. “What exactly are we looking for?”
“She will feel a call, and it will be impossible for her to hold it in. Shortly after, she will engage in a traditional Tulip courting dance, and her hips will start to widen. Her hair will turn light pink, and she'll have an urge to travel to her distant kingdom. Once there, she will be able to enter the planet's atmosphere and access every bit of information she'll need to be a successful ruler. The people have recorded everything, and once she lands, she'll have a full house of staff there to help her along. All of you will be very comfortable there, well provided for. You'll never want for anything, and it'll be the safest place you've ever been. It's a paradise, one befitting a queen. And may I just say, I’d make an excellent addition to your—”
“I thank you for your help.” I step forward then, catching him unaware as I finish our dick fight.
He desperately tries to stop me, throwing his hands out in front of him, pleading, insisting the rules don't apply because he's an emissary from Earth, but once begun, dick fights cannot end until somebody is named the victor.
If I were to give up, I’d be letting him get away with the insults, and I would be cursed. My entire triad would be, actually. The powers that be would begin to shrink our cocks a tiny bit every time we used them thereafter.
It’s possible to some degree that is just a folktale, but I’d rather risk this earth man’s dick than mine. If it is true, this is not a fate I can abide by. So, whether or not he meant well by coming here, he still must be defeated.
This puny weakling’s not a fighter, so it doesn't take long for Kass to name me the victor. Nobody refutes this, and security comes to bring the bloody man away to his tank of embarrassment, sans the upper third of his dick. He can regrow that though, right?
Again, he complains the whole way that he should not be treated this way, that he was merely there to deliver a message, that they’ll be sorry when his severed dick explodes, but nobody cares to listen to him. I could tell by looking at him that he has imagined my mate naked, and I cannot stand for such an insult.
I carry my omega over my shoulder back to the quarters we were so generously given, spanking him every tenth step I take, just to keep things interesting.
“Do you think she’ll want the kingdom?” Kass asks me as we bounce along.
“I think we need to discuss it as a triad and see what we can learn about the Tulip People. I find it a little hard to believe much of that story. It just doesn’t add up—he could have simply treated Margaret well on their date and developed a friendship and explained everything shortly after.”
We arrive at our residence then, scanning our faces for entrance, and I’m so excited to give Margaret her gift.
That may have to wait a moment though, seeing as she’s currently exchanging oral ministration with Adeema. On our eating surface.
She lifts a hand in greeting upon our entry, and Adeema greets us by blasting glittery gold ejaculate all over her face and neck.
“I see you two are over the stress of the resting hours, in which we did not, in fact, rest.”
Adeema angles his head to insert one of his horns into Margaret’s body, his eyes convulsing.
“We decided to…treat ourselves…” Margaret pants.
“Give her the thing!” Kass encourages, stepping forward to kiss our mate.
I pull the face cloth I snagged from the gathering space from my pocket and present it to Margaret, greedily awaiting her excitement.
She climaxes first, dripping all over Adeema’s horn, and after a brief stint of collapse against the table, is gesturing for us to help her sit up.
Adeema’s ejaculate is still painting her beautiful skin like a gilded jewel, making it hard to concentrate on what her hands are doing.
“What the hell is this? Some sort of computer part?”
Blood is dripping on her hands a little as she handles the severed penis tip, but somehow, she does not recognize the flesh of her own kind.
“I won the fight. This is a trophy for you; he screamed beautifully when my cock blades cut it off.”
Her smile looks suspiciously like a frown. “You’re telling me this was attached to Calvin?”
“It is his penis, my mate,” Kass says as he jumps up and down in excitement. “We have carried it to you as a sign of our devotion!”
She jumps off of the eating surface and retrieves more face cloths, attempting to clean the blood off the appendage. “First of all,” she starts, hunched over and far too close to another male’s penis for my comfort, severed or not, “it is leaking some sort of oil. This…human penises bleed red blood. A lot. Please don’t ask me why I know that.
“Second of all, there are actual wires in here. Humans, canonically, are 0% electric.”
“Even in their erect penises?” Adeema asks for all of us.
“ Especially in their erect penises. No, if this came off Calvin…” she looks up at me, waiting for me to come to the same conclusion she has.
“Le gasp! He’s not human!” Kass exclaims.
All our eyes swing to the door and the direction Calvin is now residing, wondering what we should do about this new information. Is this a big enough bit of information to alert the whole space station? Just the leadership? No one at all because we’re extremely tired?
Adeema, thinking clearer than either Kass or I since he just achieved explosive orgasms with our mate, strides forward and picks up the very-not-human-flesh-now-that-I-really-think-about-it and deposits it into our cold storage, which for reasons, is explosion-proof.
“Just in case,” he says as he locks it up and helps Margaret wash her hands.
We’re not even five steps from the cold food storage when two greatly inconvenient things happen simultaneously.
First, my body decides right at that exact moment how urgent it is that I get to the facilities— okay, three things if you want to be nosy and be all up in our goings-on.
I’m racing to the bathroom so I don’t embarrass myself by soiling my trousers in front of everyone in this astral plane whom I have deep affections for, the cold storage is rocking on its supports from an explosion that it’s muffling, and there’re several someones pounding on the front door to our residence, yelling crazy things like, “Galactic force! Open up!”
Obviously the most important thing is I continue to the facilities, so I tap Adeema in to carry out his beta duties. Hopefully he won’t just think it’s time to mate with Margaret again.
I’m fortunately quick in the bathroom, otherwise things could have been more uncomfortable, and after I’ve cleaned my hands, I walk out to find my triad still standing in the middle of our quarters, looking confused and arguing about which urgent situation to address first. Rest assured; they did not consider my personal urges to be one of them.
The choice is taken from us when the front door gets kicked in by a massive pair of boots. A being with green stretchy skin and tentacles all over comes in wearing light-darkening shades on his many-eyed face— those never look cool inside, by the way. They are holding out a badge to prove they’re who they say they are as a handful of other beings in similar uniforms to him—could the shorts have not been longer? I promise you, some of them have genitalia hanging out from the front—sweep the place.
They start to speak to us, but it is just a long, scrambled stream of letters that sounds like, “Creitlann deeeitll cubbedl alldiin poootaaytoooees akkenn yuummmmiee alden.”
We don’t respond.
They stare at us expectantly, then realize they were speaking the wrong language and try again.
“Greetings, Triad. We have questions to ask you. There has been an intergalactic investigation into a human who goes by the name Calvin, and we are led to believe that one Margaret Walker, residing here, may have ties to him.”
“That fucker was the worst choice I’ve ever made in my life,” she grumbles as she comes to my side, wrapping an arm around me for comfort. She still smells of sex and Adeema, still is donning his glittery jizz over her bare skin, and I’m not sure if I’m impressed by how nonchalant she is about speaking to officials in her naked form wearing our ejaculate proudly, or if I want to cover her up.
Kass runs to the kitchen and collects a few eating plates, bringing them to her and holding them up to cover up her breasts. That’ll work as well as anything else, I suppose. Especially when Adeema stands behind her and uses his hands wrapped around her waist to cover up her other precious parts.
“Yes?” She asks, with all the self-importance of a ruler. She is fantastic .
It takes a minute for the being to find words again, completely thrown off by her casual nudity. “Y-yes. We’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty. No, no, that’s not right. Give me a moment, it’s up here somewhere.” The being begins to vigorously shake their head, wrapping their tentacles tightly about their neck as they do. Then they stop suddenly and stand upright once more. “We’ve been trying to collect this guy for many years— he is a professional scammer. We weren’t able to get to your grandmother in time, but we do have his whole collected wealth and properties spanning the galaxy we could offer you in recompense.”
“I’m sorry, what? What did Calvin do, exactly, besides being a major twat?”
One of the officers walks into the room, interrupting us. “All clear, Superior, although their cold storage exhibits signs of an internal combustion. They may want to get that serviced.”
“Thank you, Captain.” They nod to us and gesture to the sofas. “May we sit in your gathering room, perchance?”
Margaret shuffles over, holding the plates in place still until she can grab a blanket from the couch and wrap herself in that instead. She plops down rather unceremoniously onto our sofa, curls into my side when I do the same, and then stares at the being from the galactic force, waiting for them to tell us why they’re in our home when we would much rather be sleeping.
“He has been scamming many people whenever he could get the chance, though you are the first human he chased across the actual galaxy. Take that as a compliment if you will.”
“From him? Never,” Margaret replies immediately, making me smile and kiss her head.
“Anyway, he would target older humans, we are led to believe, selling them a magic bean that he would convince them held the keys to a future kingdom for their family. That they were saving a race of creatures—”
“Are you telling us the whole speech he gave us regarding our mate being the heir to the Tulip People was a falsehood?”
The agent opens and closes their mouth of needle-sharp teeth several times before they’re ready to speak. “You are quick to come to the correct conclusion. Your grandmother unknowingly signed you away, Margaret, thinking you would become the queen of a mythical planet in exchange. He’s done this to a few others as well, making himself incredibly rich in the process as the elderly people would give him their life savings in order to be the savior of the people he made up. In their defense though, Calvin made a very believable case. I am unsurprised that so many people fell for it.
“Our questions though, are how much contact did you have with Calvin, and did you sign anything for him? Did you agree, even verbally, to do anything for him or go anywhere with him?”
“We had one date, which was fucking terrible, and then I signed myself up to mate with these fine-ass aliens next to me. That was the last I heard of Calvin before he came to this station demanding to meet with someone named Miranda. Then he challenged these guys to a dick fight, maybe unknowingly, and lost drastically from what I hear.
“He tried to tell me I was meant to be the savior of the Tulip People, but I thought he was full of shit so I left to come bang one of my alien husbands, and then eventually the rest of my triad came home and presented me with a severed penis as a gift— which is quite thoughtful now that I think about it, but it turns out his penis was full of wires and very much not human flesh, so they put it in the fridge? And then I think it blew up. I don’t know, haven’t looked yet because you all barged in here at that point.”
“It must have been the dick fight that was his downfall. I see…would you be willing to sign a statement, that what you are telling me is true to the best of your knowledge?”
“If it means I get to sleep soon, absolutely.”
“Apologies, Margaret. So just to be clear, you didn’t agree to go with him in order to gain this mythical kingdom?”
She sighs, exhausted. “That’s what I said, yes.”
“Well, assuming everything you’ve told us matches up with the rest of the investigation, we can clear you of any reasonable doubt of involvement with this intergalactic scheme. He’s had partners in other settlements and planets colluding with him.”
“Excuse me, if she had agreed to go with him in the interest of inheriting this mythical kingdom, what would have happened to our mate?”
The look this galactic officer gives me tells me I probably won’t like his answer, so I lift her into my lap, where I’m happiest, and wrap my arms around her before he hits us with it.
“Well, she would have been transported to a private station we’ve recently discovered and are in the process of doing a raid on, and he would have tried to woo her. We believe he was looking for someone to partner up with him, we suspect he wanted a wife who had a vested interest in space living. This scam has been going on for a while; they have been amassing wealth for quite some time.”
“And, uh, if I didn’t want to be his wife?” She shudders and then gags simultaneously. Very attractive.
“You’d have been turned into a bean and given to someone else for consumption.”
“Pleasant. Well, thank the good lord I had no interest in that man— wait, why was dick not human?”
“That, is not so pleasant.”
“Because everything leading up to now has been incredibly so,” Margaret sasses him, giving me a total erection. Not ashamed.
“Well, he hasn’t been human for some time. We believe, and this is still an ongoing investigation, so we don’t have all the facts, that he sold his soul some time ago to a demonic presence in the far reaches of the galaxy in exchange for a very long life. He’s been giving up parts of himself to this being every handful of years, and the being turns him into a bionic man one piece at a time. It’s remarkable, really. Completely unhinged, but remarkable.
“Calvin’s error was targeting somebody that couldn’t deal with his, well, bullshit, for lack of a better word. If we have any further questions, we’ll let you know.”
He and his team get up to leave but pause before walking through the doorway. “Oh, and the money he conned from your grandmother was intended for you, so it shall be awarded back to you. Also, he preemptively named you his beneficiary an extremely unnecessary will that was full of terrible jokes, so you’re sort of rich now. I do believe you could buy your own space station if you wanted. Have a good day.”
The silence is a bit unnerving when everyone leaves, and I have half a mind to track the officer down and force him to remove the severed bionic penis in my cold food storage but decide that’s a problem for the me that exists upon waking.
All any of us want at this point is to crawl into our triad bed and hold our mate and sleep until we can’t anymore.
And would it really harm anyone if we had some very detailed, very erotic dreams of our wonderful mate or each other?