Page 30 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

“That might be the weirdest sexual favor I've ever given. Is that even safe to consume? Where did that shit come from? There's no way that traveled all the way from your dick. Your torso is way too long for that. Ain't no way it traveled so fast.”

I bring her hands carefully to the back of my head, pressing her fingers to the tendons at the base of the backside of it. “There are sacs here. You might find it odd, but the fluid travels through special veins over my scalp, under my hair, to escape out of my horns when aroused.”

I help guide her fingers up the pathways, gentle lines under my skin that go unnoticed if you don’t know to look but are more sensitive than other parts of my scalp.

“Did I just imagine everything, or did you tell me your horns are intended for fucking? Have you ever actually used them in that way? That's not something I ever realized I wanted to try.”

I laugh, grabbing her hand to hold it. I twine my much longer fingers with hers while I sit and feel her breathe. “It is truly shocking how little you know of my species. I figured there would be things you would need to learn, not realizing there was little you didn't need to.”

“That's probably super annoying. For you guys, I mean. You probably had these visions in your head of what having a mate would be like, and here I come, wrecking them one by one. I wouldn't blame you guys if the trial period ended with you not wanting to stay with me. Doesn't seem fair you give so much to me and get so little in return.”

I register Adeema’s presence as she gets done speaking, his footsteps pausing inside the door. I guess he wasn't asleep, maybe in the other room doing something then. He sets something down, drops to his hands and knees, and crawls toward us. He nuzzles her throat, pressing kisses along it before taking her mouth. “You are more than we could have hoped for. You're wonderful. Don't let any voice inside of you tell you otherwise.”

“Yes,” I say, agreeing with my triad mate. “And you're taking this all so well. This is not the introduction to life with us we hoped for. I just pray to the fates that this station continues to be a safe place for us, because we're finally getting some good quality time with you, and I don't want to be interrupted again.”

“Is this sequestering thing,” she questions, choosing not to address the more sensitive topics we just brushed over, “a reason to just have as much sex as possible uninterrupted? Or is there more to it?”

Adeema stands up, extending a hand to our mate to help her stand. “That can be a perk, but no, that is not its main purpose. Remember, most newly mated Violetians do not even attempt to have intercourse. We're taught to believe it would be too difficult, too painful for you.

“So instead, intimacy is built up during this time. Touching, kissing, holding each other. Doing little things for each other and caring for each other. That is the heart and soul of being sequestered. You give your sole focus and attention to your new mate, spending as much time together as possible, so that when you have to go out into the population again, you feel a strong bond with each other.”

I follow them to the bathroom, stepping forward to get the shower warm when her legs threaten to give out on her. Adeema is quick to scoop her up, wrapping her legs around his hips as he steps into the humid shower stall.

I waste no time in washing her. I start by massaging her scalp, then her neck and her shoulders before falling to my knees to wash between her legs. She squirms, but she will learn quickly this is not embarrassing in the least for us.

I take joy in being able to touch her intimately in such a way, to watch her back entrance contract slightly when I run fingers over it and wash her skin. I pull the plug out of her body, not wanting her to get any sort of infection because I know that human bodies are more prone to them, reaching inside of her to scoop out what I can reach from her tryst with Kass.

Once I am satisfied that she’s clean, I realize she has fallen asleep. So, I take care to walk her slowly through the body dryer before laying her in the bed, patting her dry as much as I can before covering her up. I make haste to return to the shower, to be with Adeema in the quietness of the mid-sleeping time.

His eyes meet mine, curious, but not uninterested. “I didn't think you were coming back. I figured you'd want to lie with our mate.”

I say nothing as I step back into the shower, letting the water dance around me and keep me warm. I wrap my arms around him and enjoy his hard body against mine for the first time like this. “I couldn't. I needed to feel you. We've waited so long for the mating instinct to kick in, and now that it's here, and she's here, I feel like I've been deprived of you for too long.”

I feel wetness against my neck that is different from the shower water, so I pull his face away from mine to discover he is quietly crying. But I understand, because I might be doing it also.

I press my lips to his, carefully, waiting for him to react. And it's wonderful when he does. The bumps on his skin begin to vibrate against me, giving away his arousal.

“I didn't think it was going to feel this strong,” he gasps. “I figured it would come on gradually, because that seems to be how it happens for most triads. It's not often that a needing will hit the omega and immediately send everybody into a frenzy. This must be a good pairing, indeed. I feel as if I’ve spent my life starved of you.”

He feels so precious in my arms, even with our similar height. He is slimmer than me though, his sides straight and muscled in a tempting way. “I think she's going to bring us many blessings. This is just the start of it. This is…a lot. My body is vibrating with the need for you. All the little moments over the years that didn’t feel like much at the time are all coalescing in my head and telling me how integral you are to me. My arms were made to hold you like this.”

I feel his hardness pushing into me, his long thin fingers reaching down to hold us both together. His hand shakes, urging me to look him in the eye to assess his mental state.

“If you're not ready...”

He shakes his head. “I want to. I think I'm nervous though; you might have to talk me through this. Of course I’m ready, it’s us.”

We've known since we became a triad we would be here one day. Up until this point, there has been nothing, no temptation to be sexual with each other. We are very fond of each other, we are a family and would do anything to protect each other and make each other happy, but that’s all we’ve felt emotionally. That is, until we found our mate, who turned on all of our mating instincts and carried our triad into its next phase. Now I'm desperate for all of them, almost as desperate as I am for my mate.

There's a deep yearning between Adeema and I, because I know everything about this male in front of me. There's depth to our relationship, because I know what he sounds like when he's annoyed, know the sounds he makes when he's too happy to speak words. I know what every flick of his eyelashes means and can choose all of his favorite meals with my eyes closed.

That we should be holding each other like this is surreal. Completely bare of any clothing, nothing between us. I've seen his body countless times, and yet it's never meant this much to me. Maybe it's difficult to explain to someone unused to such practices, but this is just how it is done in our culture. How our species operates.

He is dear to me, and I wish for him to know that more than anything. “Would you kiss me again? Let me do the work.”

He's hesitant to let go of the hold he's got on both of us, eyes glazing over as he watches his long fingers slowly move up anddown us as our bodies are pressed together. Each of the nodules on my cock are incredibly stimulated by the ones of his that rub against them, making it almost difficult to remain standing.

I need to prevent him from thinking too hard about this. If he overthinks this, he won't be able to enjoy it as much. He says he wants this, so I'm going to go for it.

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