Page 17 of A Treat For Her Mates

“You got me a fake ID?”

“You could say that. And also, where we’re going, enforcement isn’t that strict.”

“Then I guess we’re all set. The only thing I’ll be missing are my cousin and chocolate.”

“And coffee. Fancy complains about that one a lot.”

“No coffee? Motherfucker!”

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It’s beautiful to see our planet through Miranda’s eyes as we arrive at WP12’s Transportation Hub. It’s early morning and it’s raining as usual as we open the doors and head for our land vehicle.

“Holy shit, it really does look like Orlando, just like Fancy said.” Miranda turns around trying to get a complete view. “Except the buildings are all wrong. But the trees, and the rain…. they’re just like home.”

“Wait until you see the animals here. From what Fancy says, they’re terrifying to humans.”

“Really? That sounds amazing.”

I can’t help laughing. Miranda’s excitement is pouring through my veins.

V’Lor opens the vehicle door and I strap on her safety belt. The wonder in her expression is a million times more captivating than more mundane thoughts in my head. I’ve been obsessed with logistics like building a bigger bed and finding Miranda clothing that fits her small frame. But first, we need to take her to our place. V’Lor sneaks a look back at me. Our eyes meet, and we share a moment of pure joy that we’ve met our mate and we’re taking her home together.

Epilogue: Miranda

I wake up extra early, like I always do on ritual days, leaving the bed quietly so I don’t wake my sleeping mates. The two of them grumble at my absence and reach for each other, only settling down when their arms are closed in a sleeping embrace. A little bud of joy (and lust) blooms in my heart. I’m so lucky to be able to give this gift to them, to share in their pleasure this way.

I slip into the bathing quarters for a thorough wash and cleanse. From these warm and spacious tiled rooms, I can see the morning mist settling over the rolling green hills. I would say it was paradise, but the animals are as scary as they said. The alien beasts are quiet now and so I can focus on the next step in the ritual, anointing myself and the sacred object with the blessed oil, then inserting it carefully in my ass. I feel the familiar stretch and fullness, which pales in comparison to that which my mates will give me.

My heart beats faster in anticipation. Ritual days are a perfect break from the new cadence of my days: working at my mates’ shop, socializing with Fancy and her men, and exploring this new world that is my home. That constant sense of missing out, of being incomplete has gone. I have people now. A community. Rewarding work. Love. Ritual days let me focus on expressing that love. And it feels divine. I mean, I gave up coffee and chocolate for this and don’t even regret it.

I tiptoe back into the bedroom wearing a light robe with nothing underneath. I take a moment just to look at them, so large and beautiful as they sleep, their blue skin shimmering in the dawn’s light. And they’re mine to love for the rest of my days. Squee! It’s really unbelievable. You’re a strong and powerful woman and you deserve great love, I remind myself, then climb between my sleeping mates. I rub their shoulders and give each a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s time,” I say softly.

V’Lor blinks his eyes open first. He smiles at me and lifts his head to kiss my lips. H’Aart grumbles.

“My turn.” I swear he pouts until I kiss him too.

My kiss is light, and I’m still balanced on my arms above him. But that’s not enough for him and he yanks me playfully into his arms. His bare skin is hot beneath me, and I press closer, letting his warmth heat my blood. He rolls me to his side, so that V’Lor can press against my back. In an instant he’s kissing my neck and untying my robe, while H’Aart plunders my mouth and pushes his thigh between my legs.

My body responds immediately. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and my breasts more sensitive. I shift between the men and the sacred object presses deeper and I gasp. V’Lor’s hand slides down to the object’s flared base.

“Can I take this out?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe, knowing what comes after that.

He gently grasps the base and gives it a little wiggle. Sensation sparkles through me from that small movement and intensifies as he works the object out. I’m left feeling empty but only for a moment, because then the thick press of his cock is there.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes. Please, ah!” The oil from the object smooths the way for his cock head to pop in. “Ahhh,”I sigh He slowly fucks his way deeper, inch by inch with shallow thrusts into he’s fully seated, filling me better than the object, a sex toy, or anything else I could imagine. “Yeaahhhh.” His long, ridged cock keeps me balanced on the desperate edge of pleasure pain. “Fuck, V’Lor, you’r hitting the spot.”

I can feel the burst of pride sweep through him and he thrusts into me with a deep, steady stroke. At this point all I can do is moan.

That’s when H’Aart glides his fingers down to rub a lazy circle on my clit.

“Oh!” I cry, the jolt of pleasure intense, even though I haven’t climaxed yet.

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