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contact with the governments of the world, it took them years to be introduced to the population and even longer for their intentions to be disclosed. The Serralians needed possible mates for the continuation of their species.

At first, it sounded like a B-rated sci-fi movie from the 1950’s,
Mars Needs Women!
You could almost see it playing at a drive-in with bad sound and extremely bad acting, but there was nothing further from the truth. Not only did they need women, they needed men also. Young people, old people, skinny, and not so skinny were needed also. They were not looking for any particular race, creed, or orientation. The Goddess chose who would become mates. The Serralians were confused how the people of Earth thought of themselves as compartmentalized specific groups instead of one united group inhabiting the same planet. They knew their plight would be considered controversial, so they came with technological and medical advances the people of the planet couldn’t possibly refuse. The lives of the people on Earth had changed overnight.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Oh, I don’t know Michelle. Let’s talk about my history with men. During the entire fourteen years of my marriage, my husband cheated on me. On top of it, he verbally abused me daily and sometimes physically. I always received the blame for everything that went wrong. So I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to put myself out there again, can you? And furthermore, look at me. The Serralians are beautiful people and I am about twenty pounds from being remotely passable.”

Serralians were beautiful. Their original ancestors came from Earth, so their races were identical but the similarities stopped there. Whether it came from the different sun or the multiple moons in the sky, or the lack of pesticides on their planet, the Serralians were bigger than the people of Earth. Even though they were more technologically advanced, they were more savage in their thinking. Women wanted to be dominated by them and men wanted to tame them.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You do not have a history with men. You have a history with one man, if you can call him that,” she explained as she took Liz by the hand and marched her 12

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over to the full-length mirror in the play center. “Look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see?”

“I see someone who needs to lose at least twenty pounds.” Michelle rolled her eyes at the reflections in the mirror. “I think you are actually the smartest dumb person I have ever met. Do you know what I see?”

“I’m sure you are going to tell me,” Liz said sarcastically.

“I see a woman who has long brown hair with natural curls people would kill for and most people pay big bucks to get. Your eyes are so blue when you are happy they pop right out of your head. And now, let’s talk about your boobs. I am going to admit something to you. I am secretly jealous of those breasts. I would give anything to have them. See these?” She pointed to her breasts. “I own stock in the Wonder Bra, not real. Sometimes, I feel like they are false advertising. They look good, but it’s the entire bra.”

“Oh, give me a break. I think this is how you see me because you’re my friend.”

“No, it’s how everyone in the world sees you. Are you listening to me? It is the end of the school year; we have only a few more days until freedom for ten weeks. A much deserved freedom! We are both single and looking for something more in our lives. Are you willing to take a chance with me?”

The offer pulled at something deep within her soul. Every moment since the Serralians landed, Liz fantasized about what it would be like to be chosen as a Fated Mate. She needed to make a decision. Liz didn’t want to live with regrets for the rest of her life.

“I’ll do it!”

Once she agreed, it felt like the large weight she carried around her neck had been lifted.

Deep inside, she carried the secret hope she would be one of the chosen mates.

“Ohhhhh, I knew I could convince you. I personally think you should have done it years ago.” Michelle, brimming with excitement, practically bounced all the way across her classroom.

She expelled so much energy she could sell off her residual to National Grid for extra pocket money. Michelle hugged her so hard Liz thought a couple of ribs were going to crack.

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“Just think if I get chosen, I will be on the forefront of alien education. Imagine, bringing the best ideas and education from this world and teaching them to a whole new generation of children on a brand new planet.”

Michelle took a step back and looked at her like she had suddenly grown another head.

“Are you fucking kidding? All you can think about right now is teaching! Fuck teaching, Liz! How about being mated to a huge mountain of a man whose cock is the biggest one you’ve ever seen? It would make your
Rabbit
look like a pencil pecker.”

“You have a wonderful way with words, Michelle. Does your mother know the trash you talk with your mouth?”

She wasn’t being thick. Sex had never been very important to her, maybe because it had become a non-entity in her marriage. Even after it had ended, she didn’t seek out other men. The
Rabbit
had suited her just fine and didn’t ask her to make a sandwich when they were done.

“You know they
know
how to use those huge cocks, right? Imagine a man whose first concern is
only
the pleasure of his mate. What about the rumor they can fuck for hours and don’t need any recovery time in between? With all this, I can totally understand why you are thinking about teaching on another planet. Can you be any more of a geek?” Michelle slammed books into her packing boxes, clearly annoyed and astonished by her friend.

Liz always considered herself the brainy friend in this equation. It wasn’t as if she didn’t consider herself pretty, she always felt her intelligence and personality made her seem more attractive.

“Believe me; the rumors have not escaped my attention. I may not have seen a cock in a while, but I am not dead.” The fantasy of a Serralian massive cock hammering into her pussy over and over again while she screamed out her release kept intruding during the rest of the conversation. She’d have to stop this train of thought because she could feel the dampness starting to seep onto her panties. If she didn’t, she would be drenched in her own juices and uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

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mind and body under control, but her mind kept on going back to the thoughts of massive cocks and mind-blowing orgasms. Her pussy dripped more onto her already saturated panties. Crap!

She looked at the clock already counting the hours before she could go home and fuck herself with her vibrator until the ache inside of her went away, at least for a little while.

“You are so not going to regret this. I have to say, I have a great feeling about this. I will meet you at the Serralian Embassy downtown at eight am. If I am a little late, register without me and I’ll catch up with you.”

Liz watched her friend practically skip out of the classroom. She had a feeling life wouldn’t be the same after tomorrow, and in the famous words of Martha Stewart could be a very “good thing.”

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Chapter Two

“Michelle, where are you? You’re a half hour late. I can’t believe after convincing me to come here today, you’re MIA. I am going to wait ten more minutes and then I am going inside the embassy and do this without you or I’m going to run home and cry. I’m really not sure which at the moment. I can’t believe this is happening. Call me soon; I am starting to get worried.” When the phone rang, she answered it without looking at the number.

“Thank God! Where have you been?”

“Same place you left me,” sneered the voice of her ex-husband at the other end of the line.

Liz’s stomach knotted up with immediate anxiety. Even after being divorced for three years, he still put her nerves on edge.

She sighed into the phone.
Why is he calling now?

“What do you want, Kevin?”

“Should you talk to your husband this way?”

“Ex, ex-husband, or have you forgotten I divorced your cheating, abusive ass three years ago.”

“The decision was totally yours. I didn’t want a divorce. I wanted to work on our marriage.” What a joke. The last time she had been alone with her ex, she confronted him about text messages from his girlfriend. He got so furious he slammed her head against the wall. Liz considered it the final straw; she left him right after with only the clothes on her back, never once regretting the decision. In fact, she considered it the best decision she ever made.

“What do you want, Kevin? Tell me quickly before I hang up on you.”

“I need you to take the cats.”

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“After all of the fighting we did over them in the divorce, you want me to take them now. I don’t get it. I know it’s not out of the kindness of your heart. You don’t have one. So what’s the story?”

“What? There’s no story.”

“Then this is a pointless conversation and I’m hanging up.”

“No, wait,” he yelled over the phone. “Amy can’t stand the cats and wants me to get rid of them. So can you take them or not?”

Whether her nerves were getting to her, the conversation, or a combination of both, Liz burst out with hysterical laughter. The poetic justice of him taking orders now instead of giving them completely satisfied her deep within her soul.

“Hey, I didn’t call you to have you laugh at me. Can you take them or not? If not, they go to the pound.”

She gasped. “Don’t you dare! Of course I can take them. Can you drop them off tomorrow afternoon? I have to work in the morning.”

The threat of putting the cats in the pound sobered her up quickly. It reminded her again he had a mean streak a mile wide.

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll be there around three. Oh, and by the way, I heard you’re hanging around the Serralian Embassy right now. I hope you’re not thinking you could be a mate to one of those freaks!”

“Hanging up now, Kevin. Bring the cats by tomorrow. I’ll be waiting.”

“Don’t hang up on me, you cow,” he shouted.

She could just imagine the fury on his face as she disconnected. Let Amy, his whore, deal with the aftermath. She wanted him and she got him; the “Kevin problem” no longer belonged to her.

Liz paced in front of the embassy as she tried to get Michelle to answer either her cell or home phone. What could have happened to keep her away this morning?

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never viewed as something positive. By the looks, she received from the receptionist and the security guard, Liz could tell all of her pacing around and talking on her cell phone made the people inside the embassy uneasy. Both of them were discreetly glancing at her through the huge glass doors engraved with the Serralian seal.

“Excuse me, miss?” A security guard must have come out of the building while she kept trying to make numerous calls to Michelle.
Damn!

“Are you planning to come in the embassy on some business? If you aren’t, I am going to have to ask you not to loiter in front while talking on your cell phone. The Serralians feel cell phones should only be used in emergency situations and find it insulting to see one used in their presence.”

Great! Not only am I insulting the race I’m hoping to be mated to, but also I’m also loitering and being asked to move my ass. My picture is probably being sent across the internet as a possible terrorist, she thought to herself. She hoped the day started to get better from here but she wasn’t getting her hopes up.

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m waiting for my friend but she seems to have stood me up. We were going to…we were going to visit the Stones of the Goddess.” So nervous, she could barely get the words out without stuttering.

The security guard’s face broke into a huge grin. Wrinkles around his eyes reminded Liz of the old fishermen who used to dock their boats next to her mother’s house growing up.

“Well, young lady, I don’t know about your friend, but I don’t think you should keep destiny waiting.”

What an odd thing to say, Liz thought. Nothing should seem odd considering what she hoped to become in this embassy.

The security guard held out his arm to escort Liz through the embassy. The grandeur of the embassy defied all words in the English language. The ceilings above their heads soared to forty feet and painted upon them were star charts mapping space from Earth to Serralia. Columns of rose-colored stone, mined from the most sacred caves on Serralia, decorated the space and 18

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created awesome arches throughout the lobby. On the walls were murals depicting different locations on their home world. If the security guard wasn’t escorting her, she probably would have spent all day just studying the amazing craftsmanship highlighted throughout the building.

She knew how Dorothy felt when she first arrived in the Land of Oz, her eyes couldn’t take in enough of the beautiful sights, both the building and the people. A few times, her mouth must have been wide open at the beauty unfolding in front of her during her walk through the building.

It was awe-inspiring. Despite being a busy embassy with people bustling around doing their jobs, a church-like reverence surrounded her. Something special happened here, which had nothing to do with it being a political building. Surprisingly, the Serralians were not known to be a sedate race of people. They were people who put one hundred percent of their efforts in whatever they set their minds to do. One reason the Serralians intrigued the people of Earth so much, once mated they focused all of their energy on the happiness and satisfaction of their mates.

Liz even heard a rumor in rare cases, an immediate telepathic link would connect the two people body, mind, and soul once mated. It must seem like the two were linked because the male attended to his mates every need. There were more rumors than facts when it came to Serralian Mating rituals. It occurred to her because of the protectiveness of the Fated Mates and the whole process, people still didn’t know much about the Serralians.