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“It’s a shortened form of our true name.”

“Do I want to know your true name?”

“It’s very long.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, signalling that I wanted him to tell me. Maybe the gesture was too human, as Thuliak simply stared at me.

“I want to know,” I said.

“The language from wihch our name came, it was…” his eyes flickered, and his voice became somewhat robotic, “an agglutinating language, similar to a Ural-Finnic language of—”

“Wait, what? How the hell do you know waht any of that means.Idon’t know what any of that means.”

“The Lexikon,” he said. “The Hivemind created it for us as an external memory bank. It has detailed—but still incomplete—data on your species and history. From dozens of human worlds.”

“What is aggluginating?”

“Agglutinating,” he said, shrugging, “it means…” his eyes flickered again, “a language where very long words can be built up. Our old name was one such long word. It was a word which meant…Those Who Wander The Stars, Seed the Stars, And Whose Bodies Bring Perfection.”

“Now I see what Emissary meant about you guys being full of yourselves.”

He laughed. “It’s an old name. One given to us by another species.”

“And you’ve held onto for…”

“15 million years. So maybe we are full of ourselves, but these things about us are all true. We wander the stars. We seed other worlds, and…”

“And the last part?”

“Not perfection,” he said, “but we…all life in the galaxy stems from us. We were the first, and likely we will be the last. Our men breed with the best females of a given species, and our progeny becomes more perfect. The males then form a new pack, and that pack goes on to seed further toward perfection.”

“So…um, this third thing. Why does there have to be a third?”

“Because,” he said, “this is what separates us from all other species. You may not know this, sheltered as you were, but humans frown on sexual contact between relatives.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Like…doing stuff that we did in here…but with one of my moms? Ew.”

“The tabbo formed,” he said, “because less genetic diversity leads to weak and sickly offspring. Add in a third source for the genes, and you get the best of three rather than the best of two.”

“So I’m assuming this sex thing leads to babies, from the way you’re talking about it. That means you want sex with me?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, we’re going to do the sex—”

“Have sex,” he corrected.

I sighed and blushed. “Have sex. You’re going to HAVE SEX,” I was shouting, so I closed my eyes and lowered my voice. “You’re going to have sex with me, and it’s going to be all-consuming like you said, and then you’re going to—what—get bored of me and hand me off to someone else? Seriously?”

“It’s not like that. There is no ‘hand-off,’ Airlock. You are precious to me, and I will only allow the most suitable mate to form a triumvirate with you and to give us a baby, which we will raise together. I will never leave you. Nor will our third.”

I felt very dizzy, and I closed my eyes to try to stop from stumbling, but it didn’t help. I stumbled back toward the wall, but then I felt Thuliak’s arms around me, and he pulled my body up against him.

His cock was hard, and it pressed against the small of my back. I could barely breathe, the lust I felt for him was all-consuming. I had to focus hard to get back to thinking about the future of my planet.

“So Weapons and Emissary will make triumvirates too?”

“Yes,” he said, gripping my tiny waist with his massive hands.

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