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Our mate is nervous as Owiin walks in, shirtless as usual, trying to figure out why we need him. Not difficult to determine though when Kass and I are both completely nude, standing over an also incredibly nude Margaret.
“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to! I’ll get out of the habit of mentioning past exploits, I will!”
I stroke myself, eyes refusing to stay fully open as I do so. Being hard is always pleasurable, but I truly long for the day that I can discover what real release is like. We only get minor releases until we are able to have our first release with a mate. Up until now, we have been able to achieve enough of a release to take the edge off, but not to make us nearly black out like Margaret did merely from Kass’ tongue. One of us touching her with one body part alone, and she was screaming in ecstasy. Makes me want to push her limits and discover what happens when we actually put effort into it.
“I think we should try,” I tell my triad mates.
“If I just accidentally kicked off some weird ‘we can do it better than them’ game by mentioning my less than stellar experiences with human men, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Starting now.”
Owiin chuffs, crossing his arms as he gets closer to our mate. “You mention other males and we want to cover you in our spend so that you’ll smell of us, and only of us. We want our claim on you to be apparent to everyone else on this ship.”
“I…what? You want to…”
I’m definitely not imagining it when her eyes get large in interest. Kind of defeats the purpose of the shower we just gave her, but the thought of rubbing all our combined releases into her pretty skin and making her wear it the rest of the day sounds better than being freshly showered, anyway.
“The thing is,” I tell her, unable to stop stroking myself, “we cannot come unless we have gotten enough of you to let our bodies know we are mated. Also, we cannot come alone. We come as a group the first time.”
We watch her face as she battles internally, trying to figure out if she’s going to let us do what we need to do, or if she’s going to fight us on it because she is unaccustomed to our culture as of now. “May I ask something?”
“Can you do it while I rub myself against you?” I beg, kneeling before her on the bed.
“Fuck. Probably not. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk if you were to touch me with…that…” her eyes dilate further and her breath gets heavier, her hand clutching her forehead like she’s losing her fates damned mind.
Exactly how we want her.
“Does it make you uncomfortable, being sexual with us already?” I ask before she can jump in.
She’s quick to shake her head no.
“Does it bother you, us making it plain to others that you have a claim?”
Another frantic head shake, so she’s sure.
She swallows, eyes not leaving my golden dick. “Do I need to be careful of getting pregnant? I didn’t take my birth control with me when you abducted me, and I don’t know how you do things here.”
“Our sperm can only get you pregnant once your body is fully changed, which takes upwards of a year. We’ll be able to be intimate far before then, if you desire, but it takes that long for the internal changes to complete. Your scent will change for us when you are truly fertile, so we can discuss options then.”
“You guys have really never had an orgasm?”
“Not like you’re able to have,” Owiin tells her. “Tiny ones, maybe, but we are unable to actually expel sperm until we are with our mate, and we are all together. After the first time it changes, but that is our way.”
“You asked about…us sleeping with others here on the space station in absence of a female mate. While that is not something we have done, we should mention the three of us are tightly bonded and sex is something we may crave together. If you do not…like it, we can try to refrain from touching each other sexually when we’re with you, but you should know that part of the triad bond is bonding with each other, as well.”
She starts coughing, eyes pinging between the three of us so quickly I’m worried she’ll get dizzy. “That…isn’t a problem. In fact, I can work with that. Yeah, so on board to be a part of that. Secretly, I have an alien orgy on my bucket list.”
“You keep lists on buckets?”
Her smile tells me I misunderstood something again.
“A bucket list is like…a list of things you want to do before you die. And that was a joke. Sorry, you all speak English so well I have a hard time remembering it’s a secondary language for you. Will I be able to learn your language as well?”
“We can teach you things here and there until we’re able to get you into a language class. We just want you to focus on transitioning to your new life for now. We don’t want to overwhelm you with learning too much at once.”
She smiles at me sweetly, reaching for my hand. That she forgot was attached to my dick.
“Sorry.”
A chime from our front door freezes all of us, making me regret that we’ll have to put this conversation on hold. I was so damn close, too.
Telling anyone to stay put is pointless, so soon the four of us are stumbling into whatever clothing we can reach as we walk to the front of our home.
“Greetings, Triad. I am here to inform you that your mate failed to present herself at the morning meet up for females.”
Owiin steps in front of Margaret, acting as our triad head. “We were not told about such a meeting. I assume you have forms?”
The messenger nods and thrusts his wrist towards Owiin’s to transfer the documents to his wristband.
He shows us that the kruul has in fact instated a female meet up for everyone to attend every few days, and it has already been running for nearly an entire rotation already.
“She’ll need to come with me or there will be punishments for your triad.”
The thought of her leaving us, so soon after getting her, sends me into a panic.
Kass grabs my hand, trying to calm me. “How long will she be occupied? Can we escort her there?”
“You may, but no males are allowed in the room, for the comfort of all involved.”
Well, if we can’t accompany her, I’m relieved to know no other males will be in her immediate vicinity.
I pull some foot coverings out of the closet for her to wear and help her into more lounge pants, then we’re all surrounding her as we leave our quarters, wondering what they could be discussing in these meetings if they’re not specific to newly mated females.
“Will she need her molds?” I remember to ask before we get too far away.
The messenger shakes his head. “Not for this. It is general information and bonding time for the females, so I’m told. No more questions, please. We are already very late.”
We hurry through halls to our destination, unease growing within all of us as we do. It is not right to be separated so early; it will harm our bond.
We get there far too quickly, and she has to force herself to release our hands as we are prevented from venturing further. We say goodbye to her as she sends a panicked look over her shoulder towards us, then is led into a room full of strangers with no idea what to expect.
“Might I suggest you go and read up on what you missed while you were temporarily residing near earth? Many changes have been implemented by the kruul and his mate. Leniency will be granted in this instance only because your mate is so newly landed here, but any further defiance to the rules will not be looked upon kindly by our kruul.”
With that, the messenger disappears, but we find ourselves unable to journey too far from where our mate is, which has guards outside of it to prevent anyone else from entering.
“He did not tell us how long Margaret will be occupied.”
“Let’s just sit here,” I suggest to Owiin, sitting across the hall from the room on a low bench. “We can research on our wristbands and make sure we don’t further complicate things for Margaret.”
We lose ourselves in the new changes, scrolling through all the new policies that have been implemented, shock overtaking our previous acceptance.
“What do you imagine is meant by this?” Owiin asks, voice quiet and steady lest we be overheard.
“This is not the ship we left behind,” Kass says nervously, eyes darting around.
My gut is sinking, prickling sensations running up and down my torso. It seems the kruul’s tolerance of humans has lessened, creating an environment where they are not entirely free.
“Our Margaret will not enjoy the fact that she is unable to wander the ship without us. And only within a set number of acceptable bells tolled? In the late evening? I wonder what could have happened?”
I shake my head at Owiin’s musings, unsure what to tell him, as I am just as lost and confused. “Perhaps we should visit with another triad that has been here longer and get their take on it,” I suggest, fear for my mate’s happiness overtaking more of my rational thought.
“The kruul’s mate seems to have taken over a lot of the directives for the human females; I wonder why? Why now? Humans have been a part of our lives here on the ship for many years; they have never been this restricted.”
Kass is gnawing on his lip, betraying his worry. “Maybe we are misunderstanding something; could it be one of those times where it seems much more rigid than it actually is?”
I hope to fates it is, but the longer we sit and read, the more apparent it becomes that we will need to be careful to adhere to the new policies.
We have been reading for some time when the sudden sound of a door releasing and footsteps exiting the room draw our attention up, forcing us to our feet instantly.
Other Violetians are there then to collect their mates, melting out of the myriads of doors that line the hallway. I wonder if they overheard us, and if they have similar misgivings? I try to watch their behavior with their mates, but I find it all a bit odd.
There are no happy greetings, and the women stay fairly silent as they are collected, following behind their mates, mostly docile. Our Margaret appears after everyone else has exited, eyes on the brink of tears.
I’m about to reach for her, when the kruul’s mate, whose name is unknown to everyone but the kruul, approaches us, distaste on her tongue for Margaret. “You have been gone for many revolutions. You’ll have your work cut out for you with this one, I fear. Remember, it is not too late to let her leave. New protocol has been introduced, and escape pods are available for any who decide this is no longer where they want to live. Margaret, we’ll resume our lessons tomorrow. I suggest you get there earlier, lest you bring shame on your triad.”
She dismisses us and disappears down the hallway, but Margaret yanks herself away from us as we reach for her, loudly proclaiming her need for space.
“What is wrong? What happened?”
She attempts a very weak smile for Owiin, keeping her arms firmly crossed against her chest. “It’s nothing. I’m simply tired. I wish to lie down for a bit and think.”
The mood sours further with every step we take towards our home, the silence between us louder than anything I’ve yet experienced.
We access our home and watch her wearily as she walks away from us, no greetings to be had, disappearing into a secondary bedroom devoid of any of our scents.
“I do not like this,” Owiin growls, fists clenching and unclenching. “I wish to know what went on in there. She is clearly very upset. I do not want her obligated to attend something that is harming her.”
“If these rules are to be believed, I do not think we have a choice,” Kass says with sadness, eyes longing for our mate.
My eyes fall to him, pleading with him. He is the best at soft, tender conversations, because that is his role in this triad. He is all soft lines and sweetness, providing the nurturing that Owiin and I lack.
He sighs, hands falling from his hips. “I’ll try, but I know not what will happen. Stay close in case we need you, but maybe stay busy? This should be a day of celebration. We should be sequestered.”
We don’t disagree, but we’re realizing that our life here may not be what we need any longer. Hard choices face us, because if we are asked to give up the mate we waited so long for, it will break us. It will break us further though, if we are to remain and forced to fall in line with what the kruul is asking of us. Our species is not meant for such harsh rules; we will need to put together a petition to him, to express our concerns.