Page 36 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

“And, uh, side note, your grandmother wanted to make sure you knew that if you find any overtly friendly or cuddly animals in your new home, to be aware they are likely just horny Tulipianstrying to get a whiff of your snatch. Her words, not mine. There was a footnote in her letter that said to trust her on this, because she had to learn that lesson the hard way.”

What does one even say to that? I have always wanted kids, but damn. “Excuse me if I find all of this hard to believe. Also, you interrupted our much-needed sleep, and I would like to return to that state as soon as possible. Continue this weird dick fight, or don’t. I'm heading back to our room.”

Jeesh. You give a girl an alien, then she’ll want two more, and pretty soon she’s dreaming about ruling an entire alien race. Hardly my fault that things are progressing this way.

Owiin

Adeema has finished his round, so he is able to travel with our mate back to our residence to keep her company.

I turn to the man down on his knees who thinks he's getting out of our dick fight because he pulled a miraculous story out of his rear end. “Was that it, then? Anything else you have left to say?”

He stands, looking a little bit... sheepish, I think is the correct term. “I'm sorry to ambush you like this. I truly wish there would have been a different way we could have done this all, but she was a very difficult woman to get a hold of. Especially after the four of you fled the prior state space station so quickly.”

“I'm not sure if I believe in the entirety of the tale you just told—”

He springs up from his knees, getting far too close to me for my comfort. “You must! Every word I have spoken is the truth. Now that she has left the full gravity of earth, her body is preparing to awaken the dormant genes. It's only a matter of time before her body finishes processing them, allowing them to shine through more.”

Because I owe it to my mate to get all the information, I question him further. “What exactly are we looking for?”

“She will feel a call, and it will be impossible for her to hold it in. Shortly after, she will engage in a traditional Tulip courting dance, and her hips will start to widen. Her hair will turn light pink, and she'll have an urge to travel to her distant kingdom. Once there, she will be able to enter the planet's atmosphere and access every bit of information she'll need to be a successful ruler. The people have recorded everything, and once she lands, she'll have a full house of staff there to help her along. All of you will be very comfortable there, well provided for. You'll never want for anything, and it'll be the safest place you've ever been. It's a paradise, one befitting a queen. And may I just say, I’d make an excellent addition to your—”

“I thank you for your help.” I step forward then, catching him unaware as I finish our dick fight.

He desperately tries to stop me, throwing his hands out in front of him, pleading, insisting the rules don't apply because he's an emissary from Earth, but once begun, dick fights cannot end until somebody is named the victor.

If I were to give up, I’d be letting him get away with the insults, and I would be cursed. My entire triad would be, actually. The powers that be would begin to shrink our cocks a tiny bit every time we used them thereafter.

It’s possible to some degree that is just a folktale, but I’d rather risk this earth man’s dick than mine. If it is true, this is not a fate I can abide by. So, whether or not he meant well by coming here, he still must be defeated.

This puny weakling’s not a fighter, so it doesn't take long for Kass to name me the victor. Nobody refutes this, and security comes to bring the bloody man away to his tank of embarrassment, sans the upper third of his dick. He can regrow that though, right?

Again, he complains the whole way that he should not be treated this way, that he was merely there to deliver a message, that they’ll be sorry when his severed dick explodes, but nobody cares to listen to him. I could tell by looking at him that he has imagined my mate naked, and I cannot stand for such an insult.

I carry my omega over my shoulder back to the quarters we were so generously given, spanking him every tenth step I take, just to keep things interesting.

“Do you think she’ll want the kingdom?” Kass asks me as we bounce along.

“I think we need to discuss it as a triad and see what we can learn about the Tulip People. I find it a little hard to believe much of that story. It just doesn’t add up—he could have simply treated Margaret well on their date and developed a friendship and explained everything shortly after.”

We arrive at our residence then, scanning our faces for entrance, and I’m so excited to give Margaret her gift.

That may have to wait a moment though, seeing as she’s currently exchanging oral ministration with Adeema. On our eating surface.

She lifts a hand in greeting upon our entry, and Adeema greets us by blasting glittery gold ejaculate all over her face and neck.

“I see you two are over the stress of the resting hours, in which we did not, in fact, rest.”

Adeema angles his head to insert one of his horns into Margaret’s body, his eyes convulsing.

“We decided to…treat ourselves…” Margaret pants.

“Give her the thing!” Kass encourages, stepping forward to kiss our mate.

I pull the face cloth I snagged from the gathering space from my pocket and present it to Margaret, greedily awaiting her excitement.

She climaxes first, dripping all over Adeema’s horn, and after a brief stint of collapse against the table, is gesturing for us to help her sit up.

Adeema’s ejaculate is still painting her beautiful skin like a gilded jewel, making it hard to concentrate on what her hands are doing.

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