Page 39 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

I wasn’t lying when I said I needed a few days to heal before attempting sex with my aliens again, but something miraculous happens just a few measly days after Calvin came and tried to turn me into a bean and/or his wife. Do you think there’s a drastic difference between the two?

Because of some very coincidental circumstances, my triad and I are lauded as heroes. I super don’t feel like we did all that much, honestly, but I am not about to say no when a large group of aliens living at our current station come up to us and offer to worship us.

We’ve spoken briefly about common courtesy here, and I believe this falls under one of those times.

This offer of worship is seen as a great honor among the different alien species, and that, combined with the large inheritance I’ll be getting soon, it seems we have some options.

Oddly enough, and much to my everlasting glee, Calvin managed to get my name correct in one place and one place only; the very non-traditional will, written in all of the things, sonnet form. He really gave me all his money thinking his pan would go off without a hitch.

Earth was strangely thankful we caught a baddie they’ve been chasing for years, so have offered us diplomatic immunity as well as the chance to move back to Earth, with all my aliens.

This felt weird to me but then again, I am not, nor have I ever been, an alien with an alien dick, so I do not fully understand their complete thought processes.

Here’s how the conversation went (this is the abridged version, the non-abridged version included lots of talk of my breasts and cunt, and I’m sparing you all that. You’re welcome):

Me: Your wristband says what, now?

Adeema: That we can move back to Earth. They say we are welcome to accompany you, to become the first aliens they welcome as citizens of Earth.

Me:…you’ve been in space your whole lives. Wouldn’t the gravity on Earth like turn your bones to gelatin or something? There’s got to be something bad that would happen to your internal organs, too. They don’t exactly breathe the same air there

Owiin: There will be a transition process, but the air is similar enough to what we have on the space stations, and the gravityclose enough to what they use on those same space stations, that no internal liquefying should happen

Me: Very reassuring, thanks. It feels selfish to ask you to give up your only known home to live in a shit hole

Owiin: Is everything down there a shithole, then?

Me: Pretty much, yeah

Kass: I’ve already researched the area you come from and there are plenty of places we could live that look very not shit-hole-ish

Me: …

Kass:…

Adeema:…Your mammary glands look fantastic right now. May I nibble on them?

(Sorry, that slipped in there)

Owiin: Do you have any interest in moving back to Earth? I am told there are no crickas there, that feels like a bonus

Me: That’s true

Owiin: Well, do you? I can assure you that we’ll be happy there. We might have some minor issues being too noticed due to our appearance, but I’m sure in time that will settle down. Maybe it will even pave the way for future species from space to settle there. Or start a whole different sort of species exchange where humans and galactic species are trading places willy-nilly (I added that part, he definitely did not use the words ‘willy nilly’ but they felt like the proper way to convey the meaning behind his words)

Me: ‘Kay

Adeema: No really, may I?

Kass: Only if I get to nibble on her cunt

Me [magnanimously agreeing]: Do we need to talk about this more? Weigh the pros and cons? Look at other options before we just up and move to Earth? Do you guys even want to live there?

Owiin [stroking his cock because in his mind this discussion is already settled]: Nah (he in fact said no thank you)

Me: ‘Kay

And that was pretty much the extent of it.

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