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Maybe it would be better to take this at her pace, to pretend I'm human so that we don't scare her off. Would be better for her perhaps, if she thought we were like the human men she's so used to being around.

Inebriated or not, there is a reason she sought us out. Furthermore, maybe what she needs is exactly what I am. What we are. And my triad? We're definitely not human.

So she's gazing up at me, eyes that remind me of the oceans trying to flood her earth, unsure but also trusting. She's waiting to see what I'm going to do, breathing heavily with lips puffy from Owiin’s ministrations.

I'm about to make that puffiness so much worse.

I know my voice is soft, that I come across as delicate, but this creature in front of me makes me ravenous. “Will you trust us to take care of you? Let us explore you, let us try and make this work with you, before you decide you want to go back to your home?”

“I thought that wasn't allowed?”

“You get to spend six months with us, and if you are unsatisfied, arrangements may be made to bring you back home.” It pains me to give her this information but withholding it would not be honest.

“So, no matter what, I have to commit to six months?”

She's breaking my heart.

“You don't have to do anything, love. Since you signed the contract, you're under our protection no matter what. We will not force you to be with us in any way. We can take care of you, make sure you're safe, and let the six months simply expire. But there's no way to get you back to earth sooner than that, no,” Adeema explains to her.

I can tell that Owiin is considering storming out again. Moons, it would be so much easier to storm out and not sit here and listen to her debate over what she wants to do. But if she's going to decide she doesn't want this, I’d rather know right away.

Her breathing hitches faster, and my eyes track her fingers as they fall to the hem of her shirt. She fiddles with it for a moment before swiftly pulling the garment over her head and discarding it on the floor. Because she was only in a sleep shirt to begin with, she’s bare but for some sort of thin lace covering over her sex.

She's waiting for us to judge her, to do something distasteful, but that would be impossible. Women in our race are incredibly rare, but they don't have mammary glands because our race does not nurse their babies. The breasts on Margaret are so large, so distinctly feminine, that they quickly become one of my favorite things about her.

“It is your belief that the universe brought me to you?”

All three of us nod, and she turns her head to seek her answer from each of us. “The way I see it, there's only one way forward. I’m not one to live with regrets, and I know that if I took your out and waited for my time here to expire, I would most definitely regret it. I don't want to ever look back on this time with you three, and wonder ‘what if’.

“I'd like to think I'd have approached that communication box even if I hadn't had as much to drink as I did. I have dispensed all the energy I can afford to dispense in trying to find someone to spend my life with. It's exhausting to constantly put myself out there, to search endlessly, hoping that one night I’ll magically end up finding somebody I'd be able to tolerate for more than just a couple of dates.

“Maybe this particular situation isn't what I dreamed about, but that doesn't mean it can't be good for me. That I can't be good for you.”

She's saying all this while her breasts are out and tempting all three of us, making it quite difficult to keep from reaching out and invalidating her words.

“I guess what I'm saying is, I'd like to give this a shot. I'm all in. If this is the start of something incredible, I don't want to go into it tiptoeing. I've spent enough of my life being cautious and trying my best to stay safe. I'm on a freaking spaceship with a triad of purple skinned aliens.”

“Violetians. That is our species.”

She nods, accepting this information. “I think... I think I wish to be your mate.”

To go from believing she did not want us to then insisting she does, has me feeling as if I am untethered. “You should know, in case it wasn't already clear to you, the contract you signed when you submitted everything through the communication box, it is equivalent to a marriage license on your planet. This is essentially an arranged marriage, but our trial period will not be similar at all to how humans court.”

Adeema climbs off the bed, getting close behind her and running his fingers very lightly over her shoulders and down her arms. “It thrills us to hear that you want this. A big part of strengthening our bond is touch and fluid exchange. To be blunt, the more of our fluids we are able to get into you, the quicker your body can adapt and the deeper our connection will be.”

Her voice gets very high pitched, indicating she is nervous. “Married, huh? Wow. They... yeah. Okay. No problem. So, we're married.”

“We will be at the large station soon,” I inform her. “Once we get off our ship, we can show you our home.”

“You don't live here?” She looks around, her brow wrinkling.

“This is... just for traveling,” Owiin tells her. “We’ve spent far too long on this thing. It would be good to be somewhere we can stretch our legs again.”

“I feel as if I could have been better educated about all this. When they brought the purple boxes to earth years ago, people were mostly scared of them. There's some prejudice about the people that opted to use them, and the news doesn't exactly cover what happens to the people that decide to sign up with this program. It's not that the government discourages us, but they're also not actively pushing the program, either. I’d like to learn about your culture, I feel as if I'm at a disadvantage.”

I cannot wait another moment. She wants to know our culture, what better way than to just show her? I surge forward and capture her face, pressing my lips to hers. She's so warm, so soft. The sounds she makes are so human and tempting. She vocalizes everything I need to know, making it easy to figure out what she might want.

I skim my hands down the sides of her, barely tracing the sides of her breasts as I do, luxuriating in the silk of her skin. I press her into Adeema, using him as a wall to get closer to her, to press our bodies tight together and wordlessly encourage her to wrap her arms around my neck.

Our connection through physical touch is too sacred to draw attention from it by talking. I have much better uses for my mouth currently.

Adeema somehow manages to wrestle the three of us onto the bed, orchestrating it so that our mate lands on top of Owiin, bringing him into this as well.

The thrill of tasting her for the first time cannot be matched. The lights I can feel pulsating under my skin blatantly advertise how much I’m enjoying this, giving her a light show the likes of which she's probably never seen before.

My sex is stirring behind the closure on my pants, making me yearn like I've never yearned before. Knowing there's something warm and welcoming to push into has it nearly impossible for me to control my excitement.

But first and foremost, this has to be about Margaret and getting her comfortable with us, making sure she enjoys our touch, making sure we begin to learn how her body enjoys our touch. It feels as if I'm doing something I ought not to as I pull my mouth from her and inhale the skin on the side of her neck, traveling down to her collarbone where I can't help but to plant kisses. The skin is so delicate here, the bones underneath the surface so fragile, reminding me to be gentle with her.

I cannot fit much of her breast into my mouth, but the way she throws her head back and gasps when I taste the texture of her nipple is very encouraging. Her smell is even better here, more concentrated.

I try to imbue with each press of my mouth how reverent I'm feeling towards her, to make sure she understands how meaningful this moment is for all of us.

Adeema’s hands run up and down the length of her hip, sliding under the waistband of her undergarment and encouraging her to spread her legs for us, to open up her hips.

As she does, her arousal floods the space between us the way caramelized sugar floods a warm kitchen. I can almost feel it traveling through my sinuses, waking me up and stunning me at the same time as if by electricity.

“You guys don't like to talk much while you do this, do you?”

Owiin's hands still from her stomach and her back, Adeema and I lift our heads from where we're touching her to look at her face. I meet her dilated pupils and watch in fascination out of the corner of my eye as the cool air on her wet nipples beads them even further, tightening to what I imagine must be the point of pain.

She squirms, looking between me and Adeema, whose mouth has stopped as well, and realization hits her. “I guess it's hard to talk when you're doing such nice things with your tongue. Ignore me. Proceed. Wait!” she exclaims right as I lower my head back down to her skin. “What did you mean, exactly, when you said you need to get your fluids in me?”

I can feel the smile on my face spreading so wide, probably causing a bit of a scare for her, but this is one of my favorite parts of our culture.

“Exactly what it sounds like, love,” Adeema whispers into her ear. “For instance, merely kissing you,” and he does, tilting her head backwards so he can kiss her properly, and I watch as his split tongue delves into her mouth, entangling with hers. I watch as he gently pulls at her tongue, as some of his saliva drips into her mouth slowly, until she's forced to swallow. He pulls away as he holds eye contact. “That does something,” he tells her. “It furthers our cause, changing the code in your body to better mesh with us.”

“Changes me how? I'm not going to turn into an alien, right?”

I can't fight the laugh that wants to escape, so I don't try.

“You will remain human,” Owiin rumbles in shared amusement from beneath her. “Just as your body floods itself with arousal to get it ready for intercourse, ingesting any bit of our DNA gets your body ready to fit us. That will change the consistency of the slick your body naturally produces, lessen the pain that otherwise might happen by taking one of us, and encourage your skin to become extra pliant for our bodies. Similar to how a woman’s body is flooded with hormones to change while pregnant, this mimics that system.”

“If I have to change, so do you. What happens to you guys when you get my saliva, huh? I want to see you do something weird, too.”

“Maybe not weird…” Adeema trails off, clearly debating on whether he should go here so soon or not. “But it does something alright.”

“No, you don't get to stop that sentence there. Explain.”

But we can't explain, because the alarm starts blaring, telling us we are approaching the station. “We must get you dressed and ready to disembark. We will have to present you to our leader before we are able to take you to our quarters. Unless you wish to greet him in your current state, then perhaps we should find something to put on your body.”

“No, I don't think I want to meet your leader with my tits out. I don't know what I'm supposed to wear though, clearly, I didn't pack a suitcase.”

“We can get all of that sorted for you soon. For now…” I walk to the closet at the other end of the room and withdraw some of the stretchy lounge pants that Owiin enjoys. They’ll be big on her, but warm and comfortable. Adeema already has her T-shirt back on by the time I'm reaching down to help her get the pants on, and then he’s rushing out of the room to take the helm and ensure that our docking goes smoothly.

I help her to a standing position and bring her to our window, raising the coverings so she may look out of it. Her mouth opens, jaw lowering in what I'm assuming is an expression of awe as she takes in her new home.

“This is the space station? This is where you live?”

“And now you,” I remind her softly. “Have you seen pictures of it before?”

She shakes her head, plastering her face against the glass. “What is all that? Oh my God, are those aliens full on just doing a human right there? In the middle of that waterslide?”

“I don't know what a waterslide this, but that is one of the many mating tracks on board. It is a status symbol to breed your mate where anyone may see, because only those of us that are mated may do such things.”

“You guys don't just bang each other in the absence of other companions?”

When we don't answer, she turns slowly to look at me.

“That’s what receiving your saliva does for us,” Owiin admits, feeling somewhat embarrassed, I think. “That's what grants us the ability to finish.”

Okay, I thought her jaw couldn't drop any lower, but I am proved wrong.