But though Herstrakaa were not known for their great intelligence, Voso was a very clever creature. He had, rightly it turned out, guessed that Mina desired more than just a business deal, that something else lay beneath her desire to win that contract at any cost.
It had been risky, but he had convinced Mozok that they could win Mina back, if only they gave her what she really wanted. If Mina decided to stay on Earth, the contract would still be hers, and she would be provided for. Voso and Mozok might be miserable, but if it was what Mina wanted, then he would have to concede it to her.
But Mina had, as Voso predicted, turned out to want the contract for only one reason, and they had been able to change her mind and get her to return with them to Astrogoda-9 as their wife. Her only further conditions had been to cancel the contract with Paolo in person, and this Human wedding ceremony.
Telling Paolo Collosus just what she thought of him and where he could stick his contract, had been strangely not as satisfying as she had imagined. Perhaps because she was so in love, floating so high above the clouds with her new reality.
But, it had still been pretty fun. Mozok had stood behind her, grinning, and added a few choice words of his own. The word on the street was that Paolo had been fired.
Voso adjusted his own tie, smiling. A tailor had been required to use the amount of material for two tuxedos for Voso. “I like these costumes,” he said affably. He smiled at Mina, and she kissed him in exchange. She loved that Voso, a hardened and scarred warrior, became noticeably pleased when she touched his face tenderly and kissed him.
“Your sister seems very displeased,” Mozok observed, looking over at Aidtha, who had her arms crossed over her chest and whose mouth was noticeably turned down.
Mina looked at her sister, and instead of feeling the usual rage that she did, she almost felt sorry for Aidtha. It was not a sentiment she had ever expected to feel. Nor had she ever expected to feel nothing for the man sitting next to her sister, the man she had once believed that she loved. Now, in comparison to what she felt for Voso and Mozok, she wondered how any emotion she had felt before had ever overpowered or hurt her.
She linked her arms with her two husbands, feeling the strength of their powerful alien bodies warm against her sides. “Don’t worry about Aidtha. She will be happy again when we tell her that she can vacation in Old Celox as much as she wants.”
Mina didn’t want to feel the tiny twitch of satisfaction that she felt as she said this, but she did. Aidtha would also be a little miffed that Mina was the one who had ended up with not one, but two, wealthy husbands. Who loved her, as Voso had put in somewhat mangled English, “irreversibly and profoundly to the abyss of our souls.”
They were working on polishing his English.
“Go, go up to the front,” Mina told them.
“And then what?” Mozok asked.
Mina grinned. “We practiced this, remember? You wait, and I walk up with my dad, and then they say a few things, and then we kiss, and then… it’s over.”
“And I can remove this… suit,” Mozok said, hiding a smile.
“Well…” Mina said. “There’s a party afterward. But then…” she winked at him, and then reached out to adjust the lapel on his suit. The quartet of classical, ancient instruments her mother had insisted upon was beginning to play.
“I must love you very much,” Mozok said, hiding a smile. “This ritual is…”
Mina stroked his mouth with her thumb. “You should give alien rituals a shot,” she told him coyly. “I did, and it turned out, I really enjoyed it.”
Mozok pulled Mina close to him and kissed her. She felt the pulsing of his cock against her thigh, the need inside of him that seemed to leave his body and wrap itself around her. Goosebumps ran along her spine just thinking of the endless nights of pleasure that awaited her as Mozok and Voso took turns pleasuring her, dominating her, and occasionally—they had promised—re-enacting the pleasures of Trothplight.
She could barely wait for the wedding to be over.
And that was something she had never dreamed she would want.
She pushed on him gently, and Voso as well, nudging them toward the lengthy aisle, the luxurious flowers cascading from arches brought in to the gardens especially for her wedding. No expense had been spared, for Mozok and Voso, it turned out, were not only bound to comply with her wishes, but to do so in the most extravagant way possible.
“Go down there and wait,” she said, smiling, her heart filled with joy.
Voso took one hand and kissed it, bowing, as did Mozok.
“Your every wish is my command, my trothka.”
* * *
They departed early from the party after her wedding, and she had no idea if the guests had noticed or not. It had been almost impossible to endure the ceremony and then the guests afterwards because of the aching need between her legs. She danced with her new husbands as a matter of custom, but the contact with them only made her flesh flare with desire and her insides coil tightly with need.
When Mozok had snatched her arm from behind a decorative curtain and pulled her away from the party, she had gone most willingly. They had blindfolded her, and Voso had carried her in his arms for a distance she couldn’t estimate.
“It’s a surprise,” was all that Mozok had told her. She had leaned her head against Voso’s strong chest and relaxed into the warmth and strength of his body. She felt completely secure in his arms, at peace, protected and safe with her two possessive husbands, to whom she belonged so entirely.
Voso set her down at last. Mina’s heart fluttered rapidly when she heard the swish of the doors closing behind her. It was reminiscent of her first encounters with them: the anticipation, the thrill of surprise. Gone was the fear of the unknown, however. Her chest was warm with the knowledge that they worshiped her completely, and so nothing would ever happen to her that she did not desire with all her heart.
