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Dreamless sleep is not something I often can brag about having, but when I start stirring, it feels like I've been sleeping longer than normal. Wherever I am, it's the ideal temperature and the ideal softness and it smells absolutely delicious. What is it with me and smells lately?

I roll over to stretch, only to be met with a shirtless Owiin next to me. He startles me, because he's so quiet and still I had no idea he was there. “Uhh, hi?”

“You're very cute right when you wake up. Did you have restful sleep?”

I look around for any indication of what time it is or how much time has passed, but all around me the walls are just a calming shade of grey. No clocks or anything. “I did; how long did I sleep for?”

“Something you should know about our life here, is that we don't operate on time the same way you do on earth. We keep hours for general purposes by bells, but here, we sleep when we need to, eat when we're hungry. There is no overall schedule to adhere to, everything is based on the individual's needs. So time doesn't necessarily matter, we have nowhere to be except together.”

“Wow, that's…cute. What about jobs? Do you guys not believe in those?”

“We spend our youth working hard to save up credits. This way, when it's time for us to try and find our mate, we get to take a lot of time off to spend with her to cement the bond. It is very important that we do so. The only way for things to progress is if we sequester ourselves properly.”

“And by sequester, you mean...”

“We are essentially locking ourselves in for a while. Don't worry, you can get out and exercise as needed, and there's a private path out back. But this space transforms into whatever we need it to be. We will not get bored in here.”

This is a lot to process when I just woke up. “I don't suppose aliens drink coffee?”

“Come with me,” he smirks as he pulls me from bed. I'm once again in just a long t-shirt, desperate for a shower. Right after I get some coffee. “This is our earth machine.” He walks to a giant silver contraption in the kitchen. “It’s designed to help your transition be easier. This can produce many of the common things found on earth for you to eat, and will you get used to our diet here. And yes, coffee is one of those things. We’re more of an herbal tea kind of species, but we know how important this is to you and your culture.”

He brews me up a fragrant dark cup topped with just a little bit of sweetened cream like I like, and it's not until I've had a couple sips that I feel like I can actually get my bearing. “Where are the others?”

“They are getting molded. Now that we are here, we begin your training. We are…particular about our training regimen. You will practice using exact replicas of our sexes so that while away from us, you get intimately familiar with every crevice and nodule on them.”

I spit coffee all over the very clean floor, wiping my chin off as I choke. “Is that a joke?”

His eyebrow area wrinkles up and lowers, like he’s perplexed by my question. “A joke? Why would I joke about my triad’s erect penises?”

“Just had to say it that way, didn’t you?”

“I fear we are experiencing a language barrier.” He spins around to the machine and presses some more buttons, extracting a plate after a bunch of whirling sounds echo through the room. The machine makes a dinging sound, and then he’s opening a door and grabbing two plates with food, setting them on the small metal table in the corner. “Come eat.”

I do so, on autopilot. I plop down, bare assed onto the cold metal chair and stare at the plate, cocking my head sideways to determine if I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing.

It looks like eggs and fruit…but…it’s been artfully arranged to resemble a giant dick with massive balls.

I look up at my apparent husband, a bit of perplexion of my own on display. “What the fuck is this?”

“Traditional mating breakfast.”

“Traditional…” I poke the main part of the…shaft, for lack of a better word, with the fork-like eating utensil he’s supplied.

As I prod the egg-like fluffy shape, what looks like melted cheese or maybe yolk spurts out the top. “What the fuck?”

“Arousing, is it not? Dig in!”

He takes that as his permission to eat, completely unphased by the food.

When in Rome…

The balls are made of what looks like blue kiwi-type fruit and are more than passable, as is everything else on the plate, but it’s still hard to get past that there are even some sort of crispy grains laid out to resemble hairs on the balls.

This is whole other level shit.

I hear a door sliding open and closing with the air locks they use here, deep voices rumbling out from the front of their apartment.

I can’t explain what happens when Kass and Adeema walk through to the kitchen. One minute I’m convincing myself to not lick the plate of all the fake food-coded semen, and the next I’m whipping my head towards the purple skinned males and jumping out of my chair, relief washing over me as I throw myself at them.

They chuckle and wrap me up in their long, muscly arms, not hesitating to nuzzle my neck and rub their skin along mine. “Sorry, I…don’t know what came over me.”

Adeema shakes his head and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his sturdy frame and carrying me from the kitchen as Kass grabs a package out of his hand and sets them somewhere.

“It is good. It means you are letting yourself act on impulses. This is important.”

“It is? I have no idea what’s going on with my body.”

“Perhaps a hot shower will help you feel more like yourself.”

I wait until I’m in a steamy bathing room and Adeema is pulling off his clothes before I spit out my questions. “Is mating breakfast that looks like a dick ejaculating a thing here, or is Owiin pulling my leg?”

“Owiin pulled your leg? Why?” He pauses with his hands inches from his fly, making me hold my breath.

I wave at him to continue, anxiously biting my nails as I blatantly watch him, feeling like I need to see what he’s packing. “It’s an expression. Was he playing a trick on me? Or is that real? That might be the strangest food I’ve ever eaten.”

Adeema booms out a laugh, then unwinds his dark silky strands from around his ribbed horns, combing through his locks with his long-nailed fingers before stalking towards me.

I’m sitting on what passes as a vanity on earth, and he steps between my legs and leans into me, being way too sexy as he reaches behind me to the medicine cabinet mounted to the wall. He removes some tools and begins to slowly and carefully trim his, well, talons, brushing the clippings into a small hole in the corner of the vanity that apparently is where the trash is located. Everything is very streamlined here, very intentional.

“Are these lengths suitable?”

He’s plunging his fingers into his mouth, rubbing them against the inside of his cheeks as he hollows them out, testing their…bluntness? But holy hell it’s making me consider things.

Am I breathing too fast? “I’m sorry?”

He steps closer again with a smirk, trailing the slightly damp fingers along my exposed inner thigh. They don’t catch at my skin; they glide over smoothly and that makes me realize what he’s asking. “Did you seriously just clip those for the express purpose of being able to finger me?”

“Wouldn’t do for me to tear you apart inside, now, would it?”

My jaw drops, and yes…my knees widen apart. Fuck. Definitely breathing too fast. “That’s…forward.”

He grabs me by the jaw and shoves his mouth at me, masterfully manipulating my mouth to work with his as he lays claim to it. His odd split tongue goes in two directions inside my mouth, teasing all over my soft palate and making me sag into him.

It’s not until I’m slumped against the wall behind me that he slows off and pulls away a few inches, his hand still holding my jaw firmly but gently. “We are mated. You said you wanted to be in this, to give it a try. Did you change your mind?”

“Well no, but…I guess I thought we might move…”

“Slower?” He laughs softly and shakes his head. “We’re not humans. We’re desperate for you to morph for us. Desperate for you. If you are not ready for this, that is fine. We can slow down for you.”

Why am I pumping the breaks? Am I not exasperatingly turned on right now in front of a male that is, for all intents and purposes, my husband? I don’t actually have any objections, I’m just not familiar with how they do things here, I guess.

“When you and Kass walked in, I felt relief. Explain that. Why did I feel that?” I rest my head against his chest, breathing in his sweet citrusy skin.

Adeema is unbelievably tender as he strokes the back of my head, wrapping an arm around my back and holding me. “It means you missed us. Don’t overthink it. We are new to you, but that does not mean you can’t be feeling things. Do you? Feel things?”

I brush a much softer kiss against the warm, bare skin beneath his shoulder, addicted to the way it feels against me. “Has it even been a day? I can say I feel content right now, optimistic even.”

“Then maybe we should talk less and touch more. Release those endorphins your precious body makes so you can continue to feel happy. Come, my mate, let me care for you.”

He pulls me into the shower stall and presses buttons, which I try to follow, but his fingers move too quickly for me to make sense of. I’ll puzzle it out later.

It’s a shower in the loosest interpretation of the word. There’s no blatant showerhead dispensing a too rough or too soft flow of water; instead, perfectly hot water seems to dance through the air upon his command, swirling around my body and making me shutter my eyes closed and tip my head back in absolute pleasure.

The water droplets move around my skin, coating it and keeping my body at an even temperature, managing to make every part of my body feel heightened and incredible.

“The way your face looks right now makes me want to explore you.”

He spins me and begins to wash my hair with something that smells peppery, using his newly shorn fingers to massage my head and draw moans from me.

“This is so much better than a one-night stand.”

Up until this point I had been too distracted by the idea of a shower that I somehow overlooked the most obvious thing in the room, literally. Adeema is completely naked and when his chest presses against my back, it becomes glaringly obvious that I made a major misstep in not examining him the moment I was able to.

The happy shower water follows me as I spin and sink to my knees, the floor instantly softening under me to be more comfortable, but I can’t spare another thought for anything other than the giant…gold…shiny…dick in front of me.

Completely at odds with the rest of his skin, it’s metallic in spite of how deep and purple his body is, shining like a beacon from all my fantasies.

“Okay yeah, if I had a dick like that, I’d probably create a whole culture around it, too. The breakfast makes a lot more sense now.”

He laughs again, sending shivers down my spine. “My mate is happy by this?”

His hand lifts and runs up and down the very solid length of him, drawing a groan out of both of us.

“Happy…happy is a word I might go with. It’s quite different than what I’m used to…”

“It dances, too. Far superior to the human males.”

My eyes widen in shock, but it’s not long before he’s laughing at my expression, and it’s at that point that I understand he’s likely referencing my less than stellar ‘audition’ to be their mate. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?” As much as I want to keep staring at the giant gold snake between his legs, my embarrassment forces me back to my feet so I can turn my face from him and begin to bathe.

“Hair conditioner here,” he says, pointing to a button dispenser on the wall. “I think I understand those words…you regret your behavior when we met?”

His hands begin to massage the conditioner into my hair, letting me forget about my problems for a moment. “I’ve done lots of stupid things in my life. Luckily, this particular one led to something very much not so stupid. Don’t know if I buy into the whole ‘you couldn’t have picked up somebody else’ schtick, but…I don’t regret where I am right now.”

He turns me slowly, the water droplets following me again and rinsing through my hair on their own, seemingly attacking the cream in my hair and carrying it down to the drain.

“Eyes up here; we can explain how our stuff works later. We have much to teach you, to show you. You are not sorry to be here, with us? Even if it’s so different than the home you’re used to?”

It’s too soon to know for sure, but it’s not too soon to learn more about how he makes me feel. “Your skin is so beautiful. Does yours have the lights in it like Kass?” My fingers are tracing all over his deep aubergine skin, flat chest lacking the pecs humans have. Everywhere I go, small bumps rise up under his skin, like a more intense version of gooseflesh.

“Humans have different hair colors, different body builds, different eye shapes…our race has different elements as well. We call that under-the-skin light that Kass has lumen; it rises and falls mostly with his emotions. I’ve always thought it beautiful. A somewhat rare trait, which he makes up for with lack of horns. I have these bumps you see, what we call risars, that respond to my emotions. They become more sensitive when I am…aroused.”

My eyes immediately fall to his head, fingers itching to feel the texture of his horns next. “Do those serve a particular use for you?”

“In our culture, horns tend to correlate with...ah, how do you say erm, like manliness? Cock size?”

“Still not shy about that word, I see. Do horns actually mean a bigger dick, though?”

“Kass!”

I whip my head around the room, not sure why I feel as if he’ll just pop in out of nowhere, but he hears his summons because he enters the bathroom a moment later, poking his head in with an open expression. “Yes?”

“Please don’t,” I quietly beg, wondering if I should feel awkward about standing there completely naked in front of him. I decide no.

“I was telling our mate about horns. She was curious.”

“Curiosity can wait,” I quickly interject, pushing random buttons in hopes of finding soap.

Kass starts pulling his clothes off in fluid motions, slowly approaching the shower without losing eye contact with me. “Is she now?”

Adeema lifts me as my back falls against his chest, curling his arms under my thighs and splitting me wide open so Kass gets an eyeful.

He falls to his knees as he enters the shower, pleading with his face less than a foot away from the suddenly slick cunt on display. “Beautiful,” he breathes. I feel that breath against my skin, rustling the trimmed curls there.

Kass’ hands reach for the wall and press the correct button for some body wash, then he starts washing my legs for me, starting with my toes and meticulously working up to my thighs.

“May I?”

He pauses with his fingers just inches from me, and while I really don’t want to deal with soap being shoved inside of me, words fail me, and I nod. I’m too on edge, too needy to say no.

But he’s careful; he’s not shy about any part of me, making me drop my head against Adeema as I tremble. Kass’ fingers slip and prod my ass, massaging it, sensitizing my back hole.

“No horns on my head, as you can see. I am…less prone to what your culture considers masculinity. My dick works just fine, but compared to Adeema and Owiin’s bodies, there is little comparison. This does not mean I can’t pleasure you, however. Been waiting a long time to have you before me like this, . I think my lesson is over now.”

Then he spreads me further, his eyes completely glazed over as he studies my body, running up and down my labia while avoiding the sensitive areas until it’s only water between us, then he tentatively runs a single finger over my clit.

My first instinct is to slam my legs closed because it takes a lot of trust to just be on display with virtual strangers like this, but the way both of them are holding me and pressing kisses places, makes me feel good about my body. Adeema is somehow not trembling at all in holding me aloft like this, but I can definitely feel him getting very turned on as he pulses against my back.

“May I taste?”

I look down to Kass, eyes opening after a few seconds closed, wondering what my life is right now. I nod, watching a white tongue that seems to disregard physics reach towards me. He licks from freshly scrubbed asshole to clit, eyes rolling back in his head as he plunges it inside of me, and I do mean in me. If my eyes were closed, I’d guess I was being fucked by a cock.

The texture of the tongue is similar to my silicone toys, even vibrating as it reaches my cervix and maps out every bit of me.

“What the fuck,” I exhale, gripping onto Kass’ head as he begins to slide his tongue out, then in again, doing a strange twisting motion that no tongue I’ve ever met could replicate.

“Did we not mention our tongues are so long?” Adeema whispers huskily in my ear.

I shake my head no, watching in fascination between lowered lids as the lights under Kass’ skin go wild, flashing in galaxy-like colors as he grips my ass to give himself better leverage.

Then he finds my G-spot, followed immediately by my A-spot, and it’s lights out. He manages to press against them both simultaneously, plunging that beautiful, beautiful tongue in and out of me as my body gets ready to detonate.

Adeema’s hands continue to hold me for his triad mate, but I have a feeling that they’ll want to switch positions when Kass is done with me.

All this fun just for me, and I can’t reach a single dick to stroke. Such a shame.

I can’t hold my voice out anymore, crying out when Kass’ nose bumps against my clit, attempting to suck the juices straight from my body like a juice box. My hips begin to buck, riding his face for all I’ve got, somehow not snapping his neck in the process.

He only encourages me to give him more as my orgasm hits at short (not long) last, making my toes cramp from its intensity. The aftershocks continue as he slowly brings me down, yes, also with his tongue, coaxing me to stand as he presses kisses to my stomach, slowly rising. His hot open mouth laves attention on each breast and both sides of my neck before he finally reaches my mouth, grabbing the sides of my head gently so he can control the kiss better.

I follow as he begins to walk backwards, exiting the shower and through a sheet of air that does a fantastic job of drying us as we move through it, only stopping when we reach the short hallway so he can pull me by the hand to the bedroom I woke up in.

I stand in the middle of the room, stunned, unable to process anything happening around me, because it feels as if everything I knew about myself just shifted on its axis.

I like alien tongue. A lot. Like, I really enjoyed that. I have never… fuck .

I collapse onto their bed and stare at the ceiling, hard questioning every sexual encounter I’ve ever had, because holy fuck. Day 1 ⒈／⒉? 2? Who the hell knows. Point is, on literal day something of knowing these…males, I guess I need to call them, and I’m questioning if I’ve ever truly had an orgasm before. Have I been gaslighting myself into thinking sex felt good before now?

I look up, dreamy eyed, as Adeema suddenly appears on top of me, brushing my shoulder length messy hair out of my face. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“Yes.”

He lets out a nice laugh, shaking his head. “You’re adorable. So easy to please?”

I sit up, narrowly missing headbutting him, needing to find Kass. “Easy? That was easy to do? Holy fuck, I don’t think you understand how fucking awful the men on earth are at sex.”

He lets out a grumbly noise as Kass calls for Owiin, and then I’m swallowing nervously as Owiin approaches, walking in the room and taking stock of the situation.