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I sleep restlessly while alone in the spare bedroom, intrusive thoughts plaguing me.
I wanted so badly to believe this would be a great new start for me; instead, I seem to have found myself in another, even bigger mess. Sure, maybe my partners treat me better, but this space station is far from ideal.
For the first time in my life, I don't feel safe in my home. Maybe these walls keep me protected, but it seems we have no control over what we are expected to do. Repercussions for not falling in line must be high if everyone in the triad refuses to go against the kruul in any manner. I wonder what would have happened if I had just stayed on earth, continuing my pathetic existence with the job that I hated, never even thinking twice about living elsewhere.
I guess that's part of the problem. I never considered moving. Never considered I could make a fresh start for myself down there, because change is difficult.
I don't know if I'll ever get used to the fact that they don't use proper clocks here, but my body still feels sluggish, so I know I haven't slept long enough. I can't lay in this bed any longer though or I'll scream.
Wanting to stretch my legs, I wander out to the main living area and lift the blinds so I can look outside. It's surreal to see galaxies and find myself among the stars instead of under them, and I feel so far away from everybody I know. Probably because I am.
“You should be sleeping, .” Owiin’s suddenly there, stepping up beside me.
I have to fight against the desire to hug him, to wrap myself around him, but I know it's for my own good that I refrain. “Turns out it's not easy to sleep after your entire life’s been upended several times in the last couple of days.” I offer him a tired smile, but he merely frowns back.
“Even more reason you need sleep. Can I make you some tea to help you sleep?”
“Yeah, okay. Let's give it a try.”
I notice he's barefoot as he walks to the kitchen area, a detail I enjoy. I've never actually lived with a romantic partner before, so this is very new to me.
“I have been talking with Kass and Adeema,” he tells me as he pulls down a few mugs and turns the hot water dispenser on. “They ran into another triad while they were heading to the ship and were able to ask them some questions about things around here.”
“How's it looking?”
“Well, they were fleeing the station,” he says in a way that's supposed to sound a little casual but instead raises my hackles.
“To where? Earth is not an option, where else is there to go?”
“This is the not the only settlement for our kind. It is one of many, in fact. This is merely the one we grew up on, but it is far from the only option.”
I return to the window, this one facing a different direction, so it's a slightly different perspective as I stare into the starry void, wondering. Could I ask them to move for me? Could moving actually better the circumstances, or would we just find ourselves in a worse situation?
He approaches with a mug, their version of a tea bag hanging out of it. “We are considering all of our options, and we have no wish to disrupt you further, but what are your thoughts on trying a different settlement?”
“If you've lived here your whole life, I can hardly ask you to move because of me.” I try to blow on my tea, even though it does hardly anything to cool it down.
He takes the cup out of my hands and places it on the table nearby, pulling both of my hands into his. His eyes, when I look at them, are intense. “You can, actually. You are our greatest responsibility now. We brought you somewhere that is dangerous for you. It is up to us to fix that.”
“You really had no idea they’ve got all these rules for humans? Do they keep single Violetians so removed from the mated ones?”
“They do, and no, we did not know. I don't wish to scare you, but the males that Adeema and Kass spoke to told us their mate was taken during one of the morning meetups and was operated on to remove her breasts. It seems this triad has the right idea in leaving, if there's a chance their mate could be happier elsewhere.
“I wish I could stand up for my kruul, he's been a great leader for many years. He's done many great things for his ship, for the Violetians, but I've never had reason to think about his policies for human females. I didn’t think they were this extreme, but I never had reason to expect them to be anything other than welcoming. Why create a mating program, if the mates themselves are treated so poorly? It makes no sense.”
“Sometimes there's no real answers for questions like that,” I say, mind trailing off. There are thoughts running through my head, thoughts that I'm not sure I should say aloud, but they're hard to ignore. “I kind of got the feeling during the meeting that the kruul’s mate envied us. Maybe she's put on a pedestal because she is one of the few Violetian females here, but it must be difficult to be in the minority, to see females of a different race brought in while you’re made to watch how sought after they are. I mean, you guys are literally crossing the galaxy to get to us. Is she shown that kind of deference?
“You saw the way your kruul looked at me when we were in his room. My body is very different than his mate’s. I wonder if she feels threatened by all the humans here, if maybe she's worried her mates might find humans more desirable than her eventually. I don't know. Those are kind of big assumptions to make, but her policies are just so extreme. It's clear she's trying to chase us out of here. I have no desire to fight her. This is her home, and if she has the power to make herself feel safer and happier, then she should be allowed to do that. I don't agree with the way she's going about it, but if she doesn't want me here, then I have no desire to be here.”
“I'm unsure of the conditions on the other station we are looking at. We've heard good things, but it's hard to find actual evidence and testimonies. All we have to go off of is the handful of people who have visited or done deals with them.”
“And what did they say about it?”
“The triad we know that is fleeing to there, their mate wishes to be pregnant, and they worry that will not happen if they remain here. They were told there were many humans on the station, that they have healers for them, and that families there are supported more. We just got you here, though. We are concerned with moving you again so quickly.”
“If the alternative is sitting through those fucked up meetings where we get yelled at and told to shut up at the same time, then I'm happy to move whenever you are. If that's what you truly want.”
He leans forward, and I know he's going to kiss me, and I know that it's a bad idea, but I want it too badly. It's been nearly painful trying to ignore them just for this evening, and he smells so good, so sweet, and maybe I'm a fool, but I don't stop him.
As our faces get closer together, it's impossible for me to not interrupt the moment with idle chatter that really doesn't need to be spoken. “Do you think we can lie to ourselves and pretend like this won’t affect anything?”
“It's impossible to even think such a thing,” he rumbles as he puts his mouth to mine. I'm still not complaining about the fact that he seems to have an aversion to shirts, because his torso is so fun to touch. So many divots to explore and muscles to feel, all under deep purple skin that has an almost satin feel to it.
It's definitely not surprising to either of us that the kiss escalates as quickly as it does. I don't even bother protesting when he lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips. There's such a deep pull to be close to him, to be tangled up together and all mixed up.
“Is it truly possible for you to pretend this means nothing?”
“I only wanted reassurance that I could kiss you without feeling guilty for furthering the bond. I don't want to feel guilty for kissing you. If it weren’t for everything happening, I’d be pushing like a total harlot for you guys to fuck me. I just want to do the right thing here, to play my part in helping the triad. I know it’s not the best idea to give in to my raging lust for the three of you, but I want it just the same.”
He drags his mouth from mine, drawing my breath with him on a gasp. “Do you feel guilty for wanting us? For enjoying your time with me?”
His strange yellow eyes don't let me turn away from the question, forcing me to stay still and answer him. “Hardly. I think I rather like it. It feels like I’m doing something forbidden, meeting in the middle of the night to make out while everyone else sleeps.”
His answering grin is all the warning I get before he carries me back to the guest room I was trying to sleep in. He lays me on the bed without letting go of me, with his mouth or his arms, then his mouth moves to my neck, proving he knows exactly what I like without me ever having told him.
“Can I admit that I was nervous about taking a mate, because I thought I might be bad at this? But I find it is very instinctual to kiss you like this. I hardly have to think about it at all, my body knows exactly what to do with you.”
“It does, does it? Interesting. I wonder how far that extends?” I want him, and I don't feel like pretending that I don't. In my life, I have spent far too long putting others’ needs before my own, putting my own happiness behind everything else. For once in my goddamned life, I want to take something and be selfish, just because it simply sounds fun. “Do me a favor and let me pin you to the bed?”
I have no idea how they do things here, or how extensive their human sex-ed might be, but he seems mostly confused as I work his body into turning our positions around. When I'm straddling his stupidly wide hips, staring down at him, a rush of power melts into me. “Now this is what I'm talking about.”
“And what, I beg of you, do you think we're going to accomplish like this? I can't even reach your mouth anymore. That seems like a step down from what we were just doing.”
“Maybe you can’t reach my mouth,” I drawl in anticipation, “but my mouth can reach everything it needs to from here.” I begin untying the simple bow drawstring of his pants, smiling to myself as I remember that they insist on calling them trousers.
His whole body tightens, freezing him instantly. “What are you doing?” His voice has a quiver to it, as if he's terrified. Did I... misjudge our comfort level?
I pull back immediately, kicking myself for not getting consent first. I set myself at the end of the bed, embarrassed, needing to apologize immediately. “I'm so sorry.” My voice is clear, but soft. “We haven't really talked about boundaries. I shouldn't have assumed.”
He gets on all fours and crawls to me, hesitant, reaching for me. His fingers turn my jaw to him, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You don't need to apologize; I am merely confused. What is it that you mean to do with your mouth?”
I grab a hold of the blanket in one hand, twisting it in my fist. “I just thought... Kass used his mouth on me. I just assumed that meant it was on the table. I've never dated outside my species though, clearly, and I'm realizing we should probably discuss what is and what is not something you want done to you.”
He doesn't respond immediately, and it takes me entirely too long to talk myself into looking up at him again. I'm incredibly embarrassed, but this isn't something I can just walk away from. We're bound together, and we'll need to figure it out. Might as well be now.
His breathing is heavy, eyes wide, his frame shaking slightly. “You mean... you were going to use that beautiful mouth on me there ?”
“You say that like it’s something that's not done. Clearly it is though, so it can't be a shock to you that it’s something I might want to try.”
“It is not done. Not here, anyway. Is that not degrading? We would never ask that of you. We enjoy doing it for you as an act of service, to bring you pleasure. That is our job. It is not your job to bring us pleasure, though.”
“If not me, then who? I thought the whole point was getting your ‘fluids’ on the inside of my body. Is that not the most direct way to do it?”
“Me and my triad would perform on each other and then deposit the fluid inside of you with our mouths. I thought that was a given.”
Maybe this is an incredibly inappropriate time to get a case of giggles, but it happens, nonetheless.
Gasping for breath, I should try and stop it, but then I get a look at his face, and it starts anew. “In what... way... is my way not the obvious solution? You know... I can just put my mouth on you and suck all the fluids straight into my body, right?”
He prowls towards me, clearly meaning to teach me a lesson.
Oh no, I'm so scared.
He knocks me right onto my back, at the foot of the bed now, and straddles me. His breathing is still hard, betraying exactly how turned on he is by the images I’ve so selflessly supplied him. He wastes exactly zero time calling my bluff, and I'm still on the tail end of the giggle when he pulls himself out with his entire damn hand and says, “Open.”
Not really sure how I'm going to get my mouth around this thing, I definitely overestimated the size of my jaw.
But I do as he demands, and with his hand still there to guide him, he slides the tip into the warm cavity of my mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Owiin lets out a delicious groan as I taste him, seemingly content to just sit on top of me with the tip of his giant alien dick sitting on my tongue.
“You know,” I say around the girth of him, sounding ridiculous because I can't enunciate anything like this. “There're a lot better things we can do than just sit here like this.”
He scrambles off of me, back into his original position where I was on top of him, puts his hands out to his sides after yanking down his pants to his knees, and waits like a good boy.
First off, I whip off my shirt because that's BJ 101. Give them something fun to look at.
However, I worry about the integrity of his facial structure as his eyes bug out. Eh. I might as well continue.
I slowly lower my face to the tip of him again, shivering as my nipples brush against his thighs.
“We should probably keep this to ourselves, so we don't get in trouble with the rest of the triad.” He doesn't protest. In fact, he doesn't say anything except to emit unintelligible noises as I lick across the broad, flat head of him, flicking my tongue over all the little bumps that decorate him.
It's almost like a massage on my tongue, making me very excited about what it will feel like when I'm able to finally take him. I'm feeling pretty good about my chances right now, even though I can only get such a small part of him in my mouth. I'm confident that I can train myself to take more over time. I don't think he’ll mind that practice at all.
He has this slightly sweet taste to him, very different than the musk of human males. I find I don't mind it at all, but I do call in my hands for backup.
“I am assuming I am meant to survive this?”
“Sssh!” I admonish him. “Do you want to tell everybody what we're doing right now?”
“Kind of, yes.”
I stare him down, waiting for him to retract that statement. My mouth is of course hovering right above him, and it's like we're playing a very weird game of chicken.
“Fine. No, I don't. Although, I am the leader of our triad. They must accept whatever direction I think our triad should go in. It just so happens, right now I want to go in the direction of your mouth, and I want to do it without them.”
There's an odd tingling sensation in my mouth as I sink back onto him, filling my mouth as much as possible. I believe the tingles are coinciding with the iridescent gold precum he's leaking, lending credence to the fact that it must be doing something to change me for them.
Now listen. I know when we were little, many of us were told never to change yourself for a romantic partner. In most cases, this is excellent advice. However, when we're talking about whether or not you can ride your alien mates’ giant gold dick, that advice falls far flat and you should always, always allow yourself to change. It's just common courtesy.
“You didn't... respond to the ‘me surviving this’ thing. I believe I might expire. Right here, in your mouth. How do human men do anything other than this?”
I'm not even going to answer that. Really don't want to.
I carry on, growing wetter and wetter as he makes the most ridiculous noises I've ever heard, losing his mind over what I'm doing to him.
“I must warn you, my , it's not going to take much to get me to finish. I won't be able to release very much without the others here, but if you don't want that, now is the time to remove your mouth.”
How bad can it be? I'm hardly a stranger to swallowing. And really, I've been with men that didn't last half this long, so I’m not going to say anything about how I’ve likely only licked him five and a half times so far.
Because I'm feeling sassy, I double down on my efforts, allowing myself to choke just a little bit, nice and demure like, making sure he hears the gagging sound emit from my throat. That's the catalyst that does him in.
If the goal is to get me to swallow their fluids, then this should progress us at least a little. It feels uncomfortable how little he's able to let himself go, but I swallow him down anyway, and oddly enough, it sort of tastes like Skittles.
I swear to you it does.
But as the good luck available nearby would have it, something we did was too much noise because the others are suddenly in the room with us, watching with their eyes blown wide, mouths speechless. Not a bad look on most men.
It's a bit freaky how simply having them next to us changes everything. All they do is rest a hand on the back of my head as I continue to lick at Owiin greedily, and maybe I'm not oblivious to the fact that they're touching themselves within the confines of their pants, but next thing I know, the little dribble I was getting from Owiin turns into a torrent and his previously pained moans turn vociferous.
Now I'm choking on him, trying to keep my mouth on him as he thrusts into me, but the amount of cum escaping his body makes everything very slippery. The rainbow candy flavor only intensifies, and I’m completely lost in the moment.
The heat builds between the four of us as Kass and Adeema stroke themselves to completion, hunching over and dripping some of their release into my skin.
I'm more than occupied though and can't multitask enough to help them out.
Time passes and still I continue to chug down the cum flowing out of Owiin like I’m in a competitive eating competition, each swallow making my body buzz, heightening my arousal tenfold.
I'm about to give up the game when he gently removes my head from him, gasping for breath as he pulls me on top of him.
Somehow, he's still somewhat hard, and the way he flops me down on top of him has my wide-open sex encasing him. I jolt and cry out at the sudden stimulation, praising whatever fates are watching when he grabs me by the hips and encourages me to sit up and ride him.
Like they were just a dream, Adeema and Kass disappear after lending their proximity so they could all finally have a real climax. Talk about MVPs. Maybe I should reward them with a blowjob. If my jaw isn’t dislocated after all that, anyway. You think there’s any nutrition in alien jizz? Would be a pretty sweet set up if there was.
Owiin is ready to take advantage of his new freedoms, eager to come again. He slides my slick sex over him, pushing and pulling me back and forth until I'm able to set my own rhythm. With each slide forward, my clit is hitting him deliciously, and warmth begins to build in my spine as I frenzy on top of him.
“There you go, take what you need, my mate. Use my body. Fates, this is the sexiest thing I've ever been a part of or witnessed in my life.” He continues to praise me, encouraging me, guiding me, until I can't hold it off anymore and my whole body seizes up. The orgasm hits me like a base jumper on a cliff face, annihilating every part of my body.
I clench down on him, wishing he was also filling me up, but loving how it feels to at least have this part of him against me as he throws his head back and douses me in his hot spend, making me tingle even more.
Aftershocks get me pretty good, making me fall off the side of him because the stimulation is just too much.
The room around us comes back in stages, my vision clearing as exhaustion runs rampant through my body. Somehow, I don't think sleeping will be a problem now.
“Are you well, my mate? Do you require aught?”
“Holy fucking shit . That's not normal.”
He sighs pleasantly, making me feel incredibly clingy when he begins to sit up and move away from me. At my protests, he reassures me with a wicked smile that says he knows exactly what my O face looks like, and then he rearranges us so I'm full on sitting on his face. He uses a nearby pillowcase to wipe the majority of himself off my skin, then centers my sex over his mouth.
He's... licking me clean. Damnit. There’s nothing at all I can complain about here, is there?
His tongue spears inside of me, scooping out the rest of my release that was working its way down, enjoying every bit of it, going by the noises he's making. Again, the noises. I'm not sure if I've ever been with somebody that's this vocal in bed, but if you ever find me complaining about it, I've likely been body snatched.
I don't even feel self-conscious perched up here like I am, because his insane neck muscles are proof he can handle this. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the exact reason his neck muscles look like that. Maybe Violetians have just evolved to give superior head to their mates. Wow, I think I'm getting dumber by the second.
When I start to sag against the headboard, he gentles his motions a little, avoiding my clit until he’s satisfied with his efforts. I can at least pretend we've gotten away with nobody else knowing about what we're up to, and hopefully things won't be awkward later considering how little we actually know each other.
“You should rest. If we are going to plan an escape, being well rested is important. You sure you support this decision? Your wants are more important than ours in this choice.”
“Don't let them cut off my titties,” I say sleepily. “These are my crown jewels.”
“May I... feel them?”
“I hardly think it's necessary to ask permission after you just had your tongue shoved up my cunt but go for it.”
He gently rolls me to my back so he can explore, palming my breasts with his over large hands and audibly getting aroused again by doing so. “Yes, these must stay.”
“Glad we're on the same page here.” I let my eyes drift shut, curling up against him as his arms wrap around me, relaxing into the comfort of him.
Sleep overtakes me quickly, and I'm so relaxed that when an air siren starts blaring shortly after, I'm so startled out of sleep that I'm dizzy when I spring up in alarm.