Page 35 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

Maybe I should have realized that they wouldn't armor their bodies, not in a dick fight.

No, a gleaming metal set of dick-shaped armor is carried in by somebody and placed on a table. My triad walks up to make selections that will fit them the best, holding the pieces up to themselves to make sure the metal will be a good fit before completely sheathing their now hard cocks in... armor. Plated armor that looks just like the stuff in history books from medieval Europe. Weird.

I stifle a laugh when there's nothing small enough to suit Calvin and they have to remove several links from the smallest on offer in order to get it to fit properly. Really could have lived several lifetimes without seeing him naked though, that’s for sure. Even if he’s mildly attractive, his stupid personality destroys everything that could have been good.

I personally subscribe to the whole, it's not the size that matters it's what you do with it’, but in this case, I don't think he’d know what to do with what he’s got, even if it were not below average.

Kass stands on a nearby table so he's better able to see everything happening, presumably. And then he calls out, “Do all parties understand the rules? If you tap out, you forfeit. If you bleed too much and your armor falls off, you forfeit. If you pass out, you forfeit. If you harm your opponent in any way besides with your armored cock, you forfeit. I want a clean match from everyone. I will accept nothing else. Is everyone clear?”

There's no way that Calvin doesn't have at least 100 more questions, but the blatant idiotic male pride gleaming in his beady little eyes tells me there's also no way he's going to askthem. It's assumed he knows what he's doing, so he does what nearly every guy in his position would do: fakes the hell out of it.

It's bizarre and oddly erotic to watch the men I have apparently married walking across a set stage, in armor, their dicks out and swinging. A bit of a surreal moment for me, if we're telling our truths. Not that I hate it, especially when Owiin and Adeema give each other a quick peck on the lips and smash their armored dicks together, emulating a fist bump.

And I wish I could say everything leading up to this point was the weirdest part of my day, or even my stay in space at all, but things continue to progress.

The first round goes somewhat as expected; that is to say, Adeema has Calvin bleeding and crying like a child within a minute, coming to me for a victory kiss. When Owiin steps into the ring though, towering over the date I should not have swiped on, he gives a hip thrust which releases tiny little blades at the base of his cock.

Calvin is panicking, while Owiin is promising me dirty,dirtythings with his eyes. He's giving me the kind of looks that I'm sure would have impregnated women with lesser constitutions, but I'm ironclad in my resolution. I will not interrupt their strange fight.

No, we'll leave that to Calvin himself.

Soon as Owiin takes a step closer to him and finally focuses his full attention on him, Calvin falls to his knees with his hands up. His voice is shaking but loud as he projects it. “I never meant for this to go this far; sorrier than you'll ever know.” He stares straight at me. “Before this goes any further, I need to tell everybody the true reason I'm here.”

The room goes silent once more, Adeema shifting in front of me to make sure the idiot doesn't try anything wild. How manyfucking chances did we give this guy to talk? And suddenly a little-bitty, razor-sharp (I’m assuming) blade gets aimed at his dick and he has secrets? That’s suspect.

He focuses his attention now on Owiin, pleading his case from his knees. “I'm sure you've heard how I know your lovely mate; we did indeed go on a date. But the truth is, I'm a secret agent for the government of the United States. I was sent to meet her for dinner, because we had suspicions about who she was. Everything leading up to now has been an extension of our evaluation protocol.

“We will need to do a bit more testing still, but after interviewing her parents, her friends, and anybody who's had a significant part of her life, we feel fairly certain in her identity.”

“Can you get to the point already?” Owiin asks, sounding bored.

“Apologies, Sir. Thank you for taking such excellent care of her so far, I can tell this is a well-suited match judging from your behavior with each other. She seems happy and well, and that is all we can ask for.” Calvin shifts his attention to me again, sitting back on his heels to become even less of a threat. “Your parents wanted to be the ones to tell you this, but unfortunately, traveling here just wasn't possible for them. Also, I must admit that everything up until this point has been a ruse.

“Your prior space station has not been colonized in any way; everybody is safe there. Well, except that the humans there staged a revolt and kicked the ruler and his mate out of the space station. Like literally, they were floating around in space before they froze, gasified, and then degraded. If your triad wanted to return there, it would likely be fine. Sorry. I'm getting off track.

“Long ago, Miss Mir—argaret, when your father was but a twinkle in his parents' eye, your grandparents were chosen to pioneer a program. There was an alien race dying out, desperatefor help. And they looked to earth, because they knew that our species is capable of crossbreeding with many other humanoid alien races. And your grandma was a bit of a freak for aliens, if you don’t mind my saying.”

He’s not wrong. When she passed, we found quite a collection of accoutrements.

“This race, known as The Tulips, imparted everything they had into a tiny kernel of highly concentrated data, information, and genetic material, which your grandmother ingested while pregnant with your father. It takes two generations to fully activate, but once it does, the child would be the sole heir and supreme ruler of the lost Tulip People.

“It is truly serendipitous to meet you out here in space, Margaret, for this is where your destiny must be initiated. I needed to intercept you to keep the accordance with the Tulip people our Earth government made and inform you of what you truly are.

“I feel I must admit I had very little intention of bringing you back to earth; I’m quite interested in being involved with a woman set to inherit such power— talk about a resume builder! And hey, I’m open to another date, you just say the word. I won’t even lie about my intentions next time. You have a lot of big decisions ahead of you, and I emphasize with incredible gravitas that the Tulip People are depending on you.”

I set the popcorn/not popcorn bucket on the ground and dust off my fingers, then reach for the cold refreshing drink Kass gave me a little bit ago. After breathing a few dozen times, I feel it is imperative to point out the obvious to this deranged man in front of me.

I hold out my arms to him, turning them this way and that, wiggling my fingers, raising my feet to wiggle my toes to showexactly what I'm made of. “In case you're incredibly ignorant of everything around you, I'm 100% human.”

“But you're not. Tell me, and I don't ask this to intrude upon your personal life although I would not at all mind the mental images of you, has anything odd happened between you and your triad since you came together? Have you found it easier than you thought it would be to get physical with your mates? Because I can assure you, every human woman once paired with a Violetian triad needs rigorous training for months, as well as an incredible amount of cum ingestion, before they can evenattemptto consider taking them inside their body. Yet you spoke of walking funny, correct? Due to that exact circumstance. This is an indication that the recessive genes inside of you are beginning to bloom, changing you.”

To my horror, the men in my triad hold their chin thoughtfully, as if to say that makes sense. But no, it fucking doesn't.

Deny, deny, deny has always been my favorite quote.

“We did find it remarkable she was so motivated,” Adeema admits like a total traitor.

“There is a massive castle across the universe with your name on it, Margaret. Of course, your mates will be there to help you rule. You are the hope of an entire people though, and I must warn you that once everything activates, you're going to get a very intense urge to procreate. This is wired into your DNA, a fail-safe to make sure the Tulip genes keep getting passed on. There is a good amount of these people left, but they've been in stasis awaiting your rise to power. You are to be their queen, and they will adore you.

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