Xylo made it a sport to watch me be pleasured by a nestbrother—and in reality, it was part of their species' social dynamic. The nestqueen mates with her Favored as the others watch. I hoped he didn’t start feeling neglected or replaced—but he seemed to enjoy himself or at least enjoy riding my pleasure with me as he watched.
Perhaps the Circuli saw it was a way to bond as a clan. I would have to ask them about it sometime.
Nudity? Wasn’t an issue unless I got cold. I preferred to be skin-to-skin with my nestmates. It just felt more intimate and right.
From what I’d read, there were species in the CEG who kept themselves covered head to toe, while others, like the Circuli, didn’t wear any clothing. I could understand why they wouldn’t—they were more in tune with nature than most species and had no genitalia to cover. Whereas the Aldawi always covered theirs with flowy, loose clothing.
Odelm and Xylo had me comfortably sandwiched between them as the princes slept near our feet with the cubs curled up between them. I kissed the center of Odelm’s back and squeezed the arm I had wrapped around his torso.
Xylo mumbled something into my hair, his breath tickling the back of my neck. His vines squeezed the weighted blanket covering the three of us, enclosing our lower halves together. Each leg had multiple appendages wrapped around them. By their location, it had to be the princes trying to unconsciously seek comfort from me in their sleep as their nestqueen.
Xylo and Odelm had problems controlling their appendages around me until I permanently bonded with them. As it was, neither prince had an issue—yet—but I was betting when we reunited on Destima, they would have trouble. I wouldn’t postpone completing our bond any longer than that, knowing how painful it could be for them.
Our bond was all political, anyway.
There would be no way I could compare to the connection—and love—they had for each other. I was an outsider to their relationship and could never become equal. Not that it mattered—I didn’t want to force my way between them. What they had together was special and helped them survive all these years together.
That didn’t mean I would mind being between them. I wasn’t blind—they were both handsome in their own way.
Both princes were prime examples of what a male in their respective species looked like. They had a fuller muscular build than the other Circuli males in the Warrior Class, with more traditional coloring. I was told other males wished for their coloring—while nestqueens wanted them in their clan, it was the fact they were together that deterred them. The seriousness that radiated from them had been enough to make me question whether or not I should talk to them—until I bumped into them running off the elevator. It was then I learned they were kind and caring.
While Odelm was charismatic and charming with his dazzling smile, he had a slim and delicate body that made me appreciate his unique coloring. Odelm was a kind soul—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strong because he was a musician and not a member of the Warrior Class—he had proved it many times.
Xylo was the wild card. Unlike Odelm—who had feminine Ulax coloring—there was no other Wudox who came close to his uniqueness. Like Odelm, he wasn’t built like the members of the Warrior Class. None of that mattered because he was intelligent and caring.
I had an unexplainable instant connection to both of my original Circuli nestmates. They didn’t care that I wasn’t like them and carried my own problems. The three of us were kindred souls, and I thanked the Fates and Stars every day for sending me into their paths. They made me feel like I could do anything I wanted. They accepted my cubs as their own.
Something about them made me feel cherished, loved, and whole.
I know it was foolish to call what I felt for them love, but there really wasn’t any other word that could describe how I felt. If either of them left me—even though they biologically couldn’t—or died, I would feel like a part of myself was missing, as if they had both carved their names on my soul.
I couldn’t blame the way I felt about them on the permanent bond we shared because Circuli nestqueens rarely fell in love with those not Favored. Sure, they cared for those in their clan—to a degree—but I got the impression that anyone not Favored wasn’t treated well. The Un-Favored either accepted they would never be in their nestqueens graces or overworked themselves to become Favored. I hadn’t seen it personally since I avoided the others on the Destiny, especially after those three Ulax bothered me when I went swimming. Odelm’s reaction in the shower concerned me and was proof there was some fear ingrained in the Circuli males about not being good enough—an instinctual drive to become their nestqueen’s Favored.
Nestqueens aboard the Destiny had, on average, three nestmates. Most of them kept only two, but others had three or four with a rare five. All of them had far fewer than their Queens, who had ten each.
My mind still couldn’t wrap around how someone couldn’t at least care with whom they shared such a personal connection.
Which led me back to the princes. Yes, I offered the political union, but how would I be able to remain good friends with them? Sharing such an intimate connection, one that controlled their own sexual desires, with them would naturally attract me to them.
Sex wasn’t an issue, just like being naked wasn’t a problem for me.
I had sex with both Zirene and Kaede, and none of it mattered to them. It still didn’t make either of them less of an ishing frax.
I wasn’t nervous about having sex with the princes because for them—like the rest of the Circuli males—it
