by Allie Ritch
When Liz is abducted by aliens, she doesn’t expect to wind up sharing her body with one. Fortunately for her, Zen presents himself as a man straight out of her fantasies, and he’s not alone. Cole is also a human sharing space with another consciousness—an alien named Voss. Zen, Cole, and Voss have been lovers for years, and they want Liz to join them. Can she really be part of this unusual foursome? Or will her inhibitions and human hang-ups get in the way?
Content: ménage, graphic love scenes, m/f romance, m/m/f/m romance, a little bit of m/m romance between a human and alien
Zen’s reflection—or his mental projection of it—appeared beside hers in the mirror. He was staring at her. “I’ve bolstered your health, but this lovely form is all yours. The mental image you have of yourself doesn’t do you justice.”
“This is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at you,” he said. “Since you can’t see yourself, I had to rely on your memories.”
Liz realized he hadn’t been given a choice about bonding with her either. Would he have preferred a different host body?
“I’m afraid I’m no great beauty,” she confessed.
Her hair was light brown, without a highlight in sight. Any makeup she’d worn was long wiped off, and her eyes were an ordinary blue—not sparkling sapphire or something exotic.
Zen clucked his tongue at her. “You may not be a traditional beauty in your culture, but you’re lovely just the same.”
She smiled. “Well, if you and Voss are happy with my appearance—”
“We are.” He didn’t hesitate for a second. “Trust me. We both have excellent taste.”
“I’m anxious to see the rest of you,” Zen added.
“Oh. Um…” She glanced around the small bathroom.
“You want a shower, don’t you? There’s no need to be shy. We share a body, remember?”
“That’s true. I guess you have a right to tour it.” She licked her lips and grabbed the hem of her blouse.
Although she removed her clothes in the normal way, she felt as if she were doing a striptease.
“I wish we had a full-length mirror,” Zen complained. He disappeared. “Please look down.”
She did as he asked and gave him a view of her body from her breasts to her toes.
“Very nice.” Zen hummed in satisfaction.
Liz smiled. He was certainly good for her ego.
Eager to get clean, she hopped into the shower. After struggling with the controls for a moment, she finally figured them out and brought warm, clear water sluicing over her. She pumped some soap out of a dispenser on the wall and set about shampooing her hair.
Suddenly Zen was standing behind her, and his fingers were massaging her scalp.
“How are you doing that?” she wondered aloud.
“It is a form of sleight of hand,” he insisted. “I’m using your arms and fingers, but I’m manipulating your nerve signals and visual perception to make them seem like mine. Don’t you like it?”
“It feels good.” She would have to be stupid to resist this kind of treatment.
After she rinsed her hair, those soapy hands moved from her shoulders to her arms.
She sucked in her breath when he then cupped her breasts. “What are you doing?”
“Relax,” he soothed her. “I’m getting to know this body.”
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