Page 9 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

She's waiting for us to judge her, to do something distasteful, but that would be impossible. Women in our race are incrediblyrare, but they don't have mammary glands because our race does not nurse their babies. The breasts on Margaret are so large, so distinctly feminine, that they quickly become one of my favorite things about her.

“It is your belief that the universe brought me to you?”

All three of us nod, and she turns her head to seek her answer from each of us. “The way I see it, there's only one way forward. I’m not one to live with regrets, and I know that if I took your out and waited for my time here to expire, I would most definitely regret it. I don't want to ever look back on this time with you three, and wonder ‘what if’.

“I'd like to think I'd have approached that communication box even if I hadn't had as much to drink as I did. I have dispensed all the energy I can afford to dispense in trying to find someone to spend my life with. It's exhausting to constantly put myself out there, to search endlessly, hoping that one night I’ll magically end up finding somebody I'd be able to tolerate for more than just a couple of dates.

“Maybe this particular situation isn't what I dreamed about, but that doesn't mean it can't be good for me. That I can't be good for you.”

She's saying all this while her breasts are out and tempting all three of us, making it quite difficult to keep from reaching out and invalidating her words.

“I guess what I'm saying is, I'd like to give this a shot. I'm all in. If this is the start of something incredible, I don't want to go into it tiptoeing. I've spent enough of my life being cautious and trying my best to stay safe. I'm on a freaking spaceship with a triad of purple skinned aliens.”

“Violetians. That is our species.”

She nods, accepting this information. “I think... I think I wish to be your mate.”

To go from believing she did not want us to then insisting she does, has me feeling as if I am untethered. “You should know, in case it wasn't already clear to you, the contract you signed when you submitted everything through the communication box, it is equivalent to a marriage license on your planet. This is essentially an arranged marriage, but our trial period will not be similar at all to how humans court.”

Adeema climbs off the bed, getting close behind her and running his fingers very lightly over her shoulders and down her arms. “It thrills us to hear that you want this. A big part of strengthening our bond is touch and fluid exchange. To be blunt, the more of our fluids we are able to get into you, the quicker your body can adapt and the deeper our connection will be.”

Her voice gets very high pitched, indicating she is nervous. “Married, huh? Wow. They... yeah. Okay. No problem. So, we're married.”

“We will be at the large station soon,” I inform her. “Once we get off our ship, we can show you our home.”

“You don't live here?” She looks around, her brow wrinkling.

“This is... just for traveling,” Owiin tells her. “We’ve spent far too long on this thing. It would be good to be somewhere we can stretch our legs again.”

“I feel as if I could have been better educated about all this. When they brought the purple boxes to earth years ago, people were mostly scared of them. There's some prejudice about the people that opted to use them, and the news doesn't exactly cover what happens to the people that decide to sign up with this program. It's not that the government discourages us, butthey're also not actively pushing the program, either. I’d like to learn about your culture, I feel as if I'm at a disadvantage.”

I cannot wait another moment. She wants to know our culture, what better way than to just show her? I surge forward and capture her face, pressing my lips to hers. She's so warm, so soft. The sounds she makes are so human and tempting. She vocalizes everything I need to know, making it easy to figure out what she might want.

I skim my hands down the sides of her, barely tracing the sides of her breasts as I do, luxuriating in the silk of her skin. I press her into Adeema, using him as a wall to get closer to her, to press our bodies tight together and wordlessly encourage her to wrap her arms around my neck.

Our connection through physical touch is too sacred to draw attention from it by talking. I have much better uses for my mouth currently.

Adeema somehow manages to wrestle the three of us onto the bed, orchestrating it so that our mate lands on top of Owiin, bringing him into this as well.

The thrill of tasting her for the first time cannot be matched. The lights I can feel pulsating under my skin blatantly advertise how much I’m enjoying this, giving her a light show the likes of which she's probably never seen before.

My sex is stirring behind the closure on my pants, making me yearn like I've never yearned before. Knowing there's something warm and welcoming to push into has it nearly impossible for me to control my excitement.

But first and foremost, this has to be about Margaret and getting her comfortable with us, making sure she enjoys our touch, making sure we begin to learn how her body enjoys our touch. It feels as if I'm doing something I ought not to as I pull my mouthfrom her and inhale the skin on the side of her neck, traveling down to her collarbone where I can't help but to plant kisses. The skin is so delicate here, the bones underneath the surface so fragile, reminding me to be gentle with her.

I cannot fit much of her breast into my mouth, but the way she throws her head back and gasps when I taste the texture of her nipple is very encouraging. Her smell is even better here, more concentrated.

I try to imbue with each press of my mouth how reverent I'm feeling towards her, to make sure she understands how meaningful this moment is for all of us.

Adeema’s hands run up and down the length of her hip, sliding under the waistband of her undergarment and encouraging her to spread her legs for us, to open up her hips.

As she does, her arousal floods the space between us the way caramelized sugar floods a warm kitchen. I can almost feel it traveling through my sinuses, waking me up and stunning me at the same time as if by electricity.

“You guys don't like to talk much while you do this, do you?”

Owiin's hands still from her stomach and her back, Adeema and I lift our heads from where we're touching her to look at her face. I meet her dilated pupils and watch in fascination out of the corner of my eye as the cool air on her wet nipples beads them even further, tightening to what I imagine must be the point of pain.

She squirms, looking between me and Adeema, whose mouth has stopped as well, and realization hits her. “I guess it's hard to talk when you're doing such nice things with your tongue. Ignore me. Proceed. Wait!” she exclaims right as I lower my head back down to her skin. “What did you mean, exactly, when you said you need to get your fluids in me?”

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