Monday, April 28, 2014

February 6

I’m feeling a bit lazy today.  I’m still in bed, in fact.  Spoiled, indulgent Shalia.  Ah, sometimes life is pretty damned good.

Betra just left to go to work.  He spent the night with me.  We had a quiet dinner together, just the two of us.  I had a decadent chocolate cake with chocolate fudge melted over it for dessert.  Betra had me for dessert.

We fell asleep.  This morning Betra was apparently awakened by Mr. Woody, because he woke me with warm, wet kisses from head to toe.  I lay there, luxuriating in the attention as my slowpoke brain immersed itself in the lovely heat of arousal. 

“Nice,” I mumbled sleepily as Betra started journeying back up my body, his lips and tongue leading the way.  “Best alarm clock ever.”

He chuckled.  “Good morning, lovely girl.  I couldn’t resist when I woke with you next to me.”

I sighed, my fingers stroking through his midnight hair as he moved up my thigh.  “I didn’t realize how much I missed sleeping with a man.  You should spend the night more often.”

“I’m worried I’ll get too attached.  It’s going to be hard enough letting you go once we reach Kalquor.”

That statement tried to put a damper on the mood.  Betra was right of course.  I’ve got no business latching onto anyone on this ship as more than friend and fuck buddy.  Still, it hurt a little bit inside to hear him say it.

Damn it all.  I do like Betra.  I also like Oses.  I cannot let it become more than that.  The next time I fall in love with Kalquorians, it’s going to be for life.  No more of this losing my heart to men I know I can’t keep.

Before my worrisome mind could take me somewhere it didn’t need to be, Betra’s mouth found my pussy.  It was almost as if he knew I was thinking too much about the situation, because he went to work on me with a will.  Those lips and tongue ... by the prophets, that’s a talented boy.  In no time at all I was jerking and yelling under his sweet assault. 

He laughed at me, turning cruel as he often does.  Holding my hips down, Betra sucked on my clit so hard his cheeks dimpled.  His tongue lashed that poor nubbin as he did so, making me scream.  I was on the verge of climax when he let go, denying me.

As soon as I recovered enough breath to speak, I unleashed a torrent of curse words that left Betra’s mouth hanging open.  “Shalia!” he yelled.  He turned me over.

I knew what was coming as he pinned my wrists to the small of my back with one hand.  I relaxed just in time for the other hand to start spanking my defenseless bottom.  The heat of his palm cracking against that padded flesh went straight to my aching clit.  I writhed with eagerness even as I moaned from his discipline.

The spanking was deliciously thorough, leaving my entire ass roasting.  I dove into the wondrous torment, feeling how helpless I was against the big Kalquorian.  I really had been a naughty girl.  Thank goodness Betra doesn’t mind taking the responsibility to correct my misdeeds.

When he finished, my ass stung brutally and the sheets beneath me were quite damp.  I peered at my liaison through tear-blurred eyes and clumps of disheveled hair.  He knelt next to me, breathing hard as he stared at my ass.  His breath wasn’t the only thing hard about Betra. 

“Are you ready to apologize for the disrespectful language, girl?” he gasped.

“Yes sir,” I said, as meek as a punished child.  “I’m very sorry for all the profanities I said.”

“I accept your apology.”

With that, he flipped me over again, ignoring my hiss of pain when my sore ass made contact with the bed.  He climbed on me, shoving my legs up onto his shoulders.  I was grateful for the position; it took the pressure off my butt. 

Excited by the spanking, Betra took me hard and fast.  Our groins sounded like gunfire, they met so hard with each thrust.  That Imdiko rode me like a rodeo cowboy on a bull.  I had no defense, though I clawed his shoulders and chest pretty good with my fingernails.  Betra’s got some masochist as well as sadist in him; he loves it when I mark him up like that.  It gets him even more excited, and he gasped with every scratch I dealt.  Then he’d pound harder against me to make me do it again.  He kept making sounds that I thought meant he was ready to explode.

Despite the vigorous and somewhat violent lovemaking, he held off on losing control for as long as he could, his face squinched up in a fierce grimace as he made me come four times.  Those Kalquorians are simply not happy with sex unless their partner is utterly devastated with release.  He had me shouting to all the prophets and even the Kalquorian ancestors before he finally unleashed a room-shaking howl.  I think he shot a flood into me when he let go.

I watched Betra’s face as he climaxed.  His beautiful face was more beautiful still caught up in those glorious moments of realization.  The euphoria made him like an angel hovering over me, a sweet, vulnerable angel. 

For a moment, I felt my heart open in invitation.  Betra was simply too wondrous to not love.  Then terror over what I was feeling washed over me, and I closed down the urge just as he came out of his ecstatic trance.  No, no, no.  I would not fall in love with Betra.  Not that way.  We are friends and nothing more.

I am determined I will not give in this time.  I have put myself in the position to be heartbroken too many times to be that stupid again.  Betra can be dear to me, like an adored companion, like a best buddy, like Candy.  That’s all.  I will not fuck myself up over him.

When he’d pulled his senses back together, I was recovered from my moment of insanity.  I smiled up at him and stroked his hair back from his forehead.  “Now that’s a good morning,” I teased.

He grinned at me.  “I’m so glad you approve.  I like waking up this way.”

Betra showered in my quarters and took his leave, still smiling and happy.  I’m glad.  I’ve also calmed from my momentary panic, knowing things are just as they should be.  All I have to do is remember not to fall in love until the right time has come.  I’m an adult and I can be mature about the way things are.  Come on, how hard can that be?

Thursday, April 24, 2014

February 5

We’re all getting pretty excited about the upcoming shore leave.  Betra called a meeting after breakfast with his group to give us the lowdown.

“For those of you who don’t know, we’ll be visiting the Xniktix Space Station in a couple of days.  It’s usually a fun diversion for those who are stuck in space for extended periods of time.”

“No Tragooms, I hope?” someone nervously called.

Betra smiled and shook his head.  “We’ve got a couple other ships in the area, mostly ore transports, that we’ve been in communication with.  All our security sweeps have detected no sign of Tragooms in the area, even though Adraf does allow them to visit their space.”

Katrina snorted.  “Adrafs aren’t that intelligent, are they?”

“If Tragooms make a nuisance of themselves, Adrafs sell them into slavery to the Bi’is and confiscate their possessions.  The fact that few live long as a Bi’is slaves is a pretty good deterrent for misbehavior, even among the Tragooms.”

We nodded, but there was a sense among us that if we saw any sign of Tragooms, we would be hiding on the transport until they or we were out of here.

Betra continued.  “Tragooms aside, I would like to share a few words of caution with you all about this space station.  This is a major trading post, which means people of most of the known worlds come here.  You will see Dantovonians, who will no doubt try to lure you into staffing their brothels.  Dantovonians are not above lying about what they will give you in exchange for you signing a contract.  I highly discourage you from talking to them for any reason.”

Next to me, Candy shuddered.  “Eek.  My lips are sealed.”

Katrina and I exchanged a glance and giggled.  We got elbowed rather harshly for it.

Betra repressed a smile and continued on.  “I also caution you to stay away from the Bi’isils.  Completely avoid them if at all possible.”

I pointed out, “I thought the Galactic Council prohibited them from taking Earther slaves following Armageddon.”

Betra nodded.  “No Earther can be taken to Bi’is against their will.  However, that may not stop one of them from attempting to coerce you into coming with them.  There is also the matter of Bi’isil codes of conduct.  They are a highly ritualistic society, with specific ways of interaction.  To them, not keeping to the correct steps of approaching, speaking, even acknowledging them, is cause for insult.  Kalquor has ended up in wars with Bi’is over what anyone else would deem insignificant slights.”

“Touchy, touchy,” Katrina joked.

“Indeed.  If you take anything at all away from this meeting, make it my advice to head in the opposite direction of any Bi’isil you see.”

We nodded.  Betra was his usual warm self, but the warning in his expression and the tension in his voice told us this was serious stuff.

“We got it, boss,” Candy said, offering a snappy salute.  “What other dangers can you warn us about?”

“If you buy from anyone, particularly the Adrafs, bargain hard.  They expect it.  If you don’t, they will take every credit in your possession.  The traders will be looking to separate as much of your money from you as possible.”

“Sounds like every business and bank I knew on Earth,” Katrina sighed.

Betra chuckled.  “If you feel like you were cheated on any transaction, let me know.  We’ll do what we can in your defense, but it might not be much.  Once an Adraf has your funds, he or she will not give them up easily.”

“And this shore leave is supposed to be fun?” I asked.

“You’ll find plenty of entertainment, dining options, and shopping.  You just have to be smart,” Betra said.  “There will be plenty of Kalquorians around from this transport and our destroyer escorts, so if you run into trouble of any sort, yell.  You know we’ll come running to take care of our Mataras.”

We all smiled at Betra on that one.  It’s true that these Kalquorian men are protective of us to a fault.  Maybe it gets to be a bit much sometimes, but when the chips are down, we all love it.

The meeting broke up.  Candy, Katrina, and I retired to my quarters to do some research on the computer about Xniktix Space Station.  We wanted to figure out in advance what we would do during our visit.

First we had a look at the station itself.  It looks like a big, metal bicycle wheel.  There’s a large circular center bit that is the hub of the trading and entertainment.  Then there are what look like the wheel spokes:  long slender tubes that make up the corridors that lead from the trading center to the outer rim of spaceship docks and cargo load/offload.  It’s a pretty straightforward design.

“Whatever,” Katrina said, waving her hand at the floating vid explaining all this.  “Get to the good stuff.  Who trades there?  What kind of fun can we have?”

“You mean from a vertical position?” Candy teased.

“I can do with a change every once in awhile,” Katrina grinned, as unrepentant about her activities as ever.

We were thrilled to see all the goodies available on Xniktix.  It looked like every world and kingdom were represented in its marketplace.  Plasian, Joshadan, Adraf, Kalquorian ... even an Earther shop showed up.

“Fire sale,” I quipped with black humor.  “Discounted slightly charred and smoke-damaged items.”

“Isn’t that how you left Earth?” Candy snickered.

“I’m also a two-for-one deal.  Think I’ll get any takers?”

That got me some laughs.  “I wonder how religious the vendor is,” Candy said.  “If it’s a man, won’t he be irritated to see us women bound for Kalquor!”

We agreed we probably wanted to avoid the Earther shop as much as the Bi’isils.  Tempting fate feels wrong.

“What about the entertainment options?” Katrina persisted.  Our party gal was determined to have a good time.

We checked and found choices galore.  Theater.  Concerts with every kind of music imaginable.  Writers of all worlds reading from their works.  Comic clubs.  Shuttle races.  Sports venues including exhibition games from various worlds.  Pleasure clubs, supposedly similar to the Kalquorian ones but open to all.  I’m still not ready to check that out, and even Candy remains leery.  Katrina blew a raspberry at us and kept looking.

“Who wants to dance?” she asked.

Candy frowned.  “I took ballet when I was really little, but I’m hardly good enough to do something like that in public,” she said.

“This isn’t ballet,” Katrina said.  “It’s apparently a club where you can go and just have fun dancing with your friends.  Let’s look at the vid.”

She brought up the live feed that was transmitting from the club in question.  Suddenly, my quarters appeared to be filled with aliens of every ilk, most of whom were gyrating wildly ... sometimes even in a sexual-looking manner.  Our mouths dropped open at the display.  It was like no dancing I’d ever seen.

“Sound up,” I said, wanting to know what kind of music encouraged such exuberance.

I half-expected something like lemanthev music with its thundering tribal sound.  What came out of the transmission was kind of tribal, I suppose ... but not really.

A pulsing rhythm filled the room, with a steady beat that the dancers in the vid responded to.  There was seemingly no rules to the kind of dancing they were doing, save to move their bodies to that constant thud-thud-thud that lay under all the other instruments.  It sounded hectic and electric and crazy ... and fun.  My foot tapped along without my realizing it at first.

“Wow,” Candy breathed, her eyes wide, her head nodding to the beat.  “Wow, that’s really, really ... wow.”

“Good heavens,” Katrina said, a grin slowly spreading across her face.  “It’s neat but kind of nasty too.”

Candy moved closer to the vid, watching the aliens grind and gyrate.  She started copying the moves of a Plasian woman, who managed to be both seductive and energetic at the same time.  Candy didn’t do half bad, I thought.  She would have been slammed in an Earther prison in an instant for some of those moves though.  Talk about suggestive.

“It’s a hoot!” she declared, pealing delighted laughter.  “Come try it!”

So we did.  I felt pretty self-conscious at first and I was awkward with hesitation ... I mean, imagine moving like that in front of all those people!  Yet they were doing this crazy, hip-shaking, body shimmying version of dancing with no fear.  No shame.  It’s no wonder all the other species of the known universe laugh at us Earthers and call us uptight.  If this was normal for them, then we are uptight.

Little by little, I loosened up.  I think my dancing got better.  Katrina, Candy, and I laughed and copied the dancers we thought looked the most interesting.  We tried a few moves of our own.  We encouraged each other to be bolder and more daring.  It was a blast. 

We are definitely going to that dance club when we get to Xniktix Space Station.  We’ve all promised to practice so we can be as uninhibited as the others there.  We’ve made a pact that these repressed Earthers are going to shake the place down, or die trying.

Monday, April 21, 2014

February 4, part 3

Oses pushed into me, going steady and a little faster than was entirely comfortable.  I didn’t ask him to ease up.  I like being his to control and command.  I gasped as he sheathed himself in my ass and pussy, especially when his primary cock’s tip collided with my cervix.  Shards of pleasure shivered through me.

His hands once more captured my wrists, holding me down nice and helpless for his use.  His other hand mauled my breasts as they had before, groping and pinching and slapping while he fucked me with powerful strokes.  The bits of pain his rough handling caused mixed eagerly with pleasure.  Oses’ cocks had me bursting full, and that fullness meant the friction against my G-spot couldn’t be ignored.  I was already making loud noises as he sent my senses soaring.

The Nobek seated himself fully inside me and made slow, grinding motions that rubbed his groin against my clit.  I yelled as effervescent passion set my guts to boiling.  Then he gave me some fast, hard thrusts that once more made that nest of nerve endings inside my sheath spark with blinding eagerness. 

Slower and steady.  Grinding.  Fast fucking.  Torturing my tits all the while.  My insides were a maelstrom of frantic churning as Oses worked me over. 

Then his mouth plastered over mine, his tongue insistent as he plundered.  His demands for my complete surrender in all ways couldn’t have been plainer.  I softened beneath him, submitting all.  I was his in any way he wanted, with no will but to offer myself to him.

Oses released the kiss, and I sensed him rearing back.  He let go of the tit he’d been squeezing fiercely and grabbed up my thigh, pressing it to his torso.  He held me in place.  His groin jackhammered against mine as he fucked me hard, driving birdlike cries from my throat with every thrust.

My entire midsection clenched as fierce heat drew tight within.  I was getting ready to come.

Oses abruptly slowed.  I felt him undulating against me, as sinuous as a snake.  His wet cocks slid back and forth through me.  I could imagine how his abdomen moved as he took me with serpentine grace.

The encroaching orgasm eased back.  I did not mourn its loss.  I had known Oses would not grant me climax so soon.  I’m sure in his mind, I had not yet earned it.

That didn’t keep me from moaning a pleading sound.  I thought my lover would enjoy knowing how much I wanted to come for him.  I wasn’t wrong.

“That’s my pet.  My little one is ready to lose control, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Master.  It feels so good.”

“This?”  He drove in me hard and fast again.  My stomach clenched tight almost immediately as bright, vicious need spiked in my core.  My mouth fell open as I screamed delight.

Oses slowed again.  “Oh, you like that.  You like being fucked hard.”

I groaned in response as the heady urge to climax receded.  I had no words.

“Maybe later.”

With that, Oses pulled free of me, leaving me horribly empty.  I yelled a protest.  He laughed.

“Spoiled brat.  Quiet and behave yourself.”

I blew a raspberry.  He lifted my leg up so he could spank one ass cheek until I yelped from the stinging pain.

“Roll over, brat.  On your belly before I give you a real reason to scream.”

Oses sounded more amused than angry, but I figured I had pushed my luck enough.  I promptly put myself face down on the sleeping mat.

I felt Oses crouch over me.  His dicks lay heavy on my ass.  Well, that suited me just fine.  I pushed my hips up and rubbed suggestively against him.

The Nobek chuckled.  “So demanding.  You really are a brat today.  Lucky for you that you’re so damned cute and I’m in a good mood.”

I gave him my best sweet-sounding voice.  “It’s all your fault I’m like this.  You’re just too delicious to resist.  Please be nice and fuck me, Master.  Pleeeeeease?”

“I’m going to be very nice, but you’re waiting for that fuck a bit longer.  No, don’t pout, little pet.  You’ll like what comes next.”

With that, he pulled the blindfold off.  I blinked.  The room had been a bit dim when I walked in, but after having my eyes closed and the light blocked for a time, it seemed pretty damned bright.

I peered over my shoulder to see Oses using a cleansing wipe on his cocks.  He grinned at me, looking like the yummiest version of Evil Incarnate I could imagine.  Rawr.  Shalia Monroe, ready to be sullied, sir.

Once he was clean and tossed aside the wipe, Oses picked up a round container that looked made of tin.  It looked to be filled with a blue wax substance, with a small igniter in the middle. 

“Aw, candlelight,” I simpered.  “You romantic, you.  Next thing you know, you’ll be giving me flowers.”

Oses shook his head at me and pushed the button that made the candle light.  “You are a mess today, brat.  Making you squirm and whimper from dripping this hot wax on you is going to be a delight.”

My mouth dropped open.  “Not really?  You want to burn me?”  No fucking way.

The Nobek snorted.  “Do you actually think I am going to harm you in such a way?  Give me some credit, pet.”

My pulse steadied.  “It’s safe then?”

Oses gave me a look that could have frozen fire.  “I have an urge to wear your ass out with a strap for believing I would damage your delicious body.  Of course it’s safe.  It just won’t be comfortable.”

I relaxed.  “I’m sorry, Master.  It’s those trust issues raising their ugly heads again.”

He sighed.  “I know.  I need to be more patient with you, but it really sickens me to see you look so afraid.”

I tried to lighten the mood.  “I thought you liked me scared,” I said in a teasing tone.

“Nervous, you little fool, not scared.”  He frowned at the candle in his hand.  “Maybe we should break off for the day.  I am not in such a playful frame of mind as I was.”

I did not want our date to end on this sour note.  I was worried that Oses would call a halt to not just this encounter but all future ones as well.  I made a big show of stretching out beneath him, putting my arms out over my head. 

I told the Nobek, “Do you think I’m going to let anyone else drip hot wax on me?  Not likely.  Go on, expand my horizons and see how loud you can make me squeal.”

Oses examined my face to see how ready I actually was.  I gave him a naughty grin in return, and he finally chuckled.  The expression warmed his face in such a way that it made my chest squeeze tight.  I may have trust issues, but I really do like that big, bad Nobek.

“The initial pain will pass rather quickly,” he said, wiggling the candle in front of my nose so I could see the liquefying wax seeping around in its holder. “It cools quite fast.”

He pushed himself up so that he knelt over my upper thighs.  His cocks lay heavily on my ass.

I tensed, readying myself for the pain that I hoped would end in pleasure.  “How hard is it going to be to get off once it solidifies?” I asked.

“It won’t solidify because it’s not actually wax,” Oses said.  “You’ll like how this turns out.  Trust me.”

Trust me.  Well, that was what this was all about, wasn’t it?  I was supposed to learn to trust the big guy so we could explore even more intense realms in the future. My inability to do that a few seconds ago had damned near derailed the experiment already.  I took a deep breath and waited to see if Oses had earned a bit more of my faith or if I’d made a colossal mistake.

The first splatters landed along my spine right between my shoulder blades.  The wax sliding down the middle of my back seared a trail that brought my breath screaming into my lungs.  I squealed, all right.  With Oses putting some of his weight on my thighs, I couldn’t move, but I tried mightily until the initial burn faded into warmth, leaving all pain behind.

“Fuck!” I swore as my skin stopped sizzling and I stopped squalling.

“Wait, it gets better,” Oses chuckled.

He was right.  Now the hotness settled into something nice.  It was the warmth one might get from a heating pad, and it infiltrated my muscles.  Knots of tension suddenly unwound themselves, and I groaned as I sank into bliss.

Oses told me, “Close your eyes.  I don’t want you seeing when more is coming.”

I obeyed, my newly relaxed state already dissipating as I anticipated the next round of wax hitting my flesh.

This time he got my lower back.  I yelled, my fists beating on the bed as the searing walloped me.  Oses’ big hand rubbed the burning wax over my ass, seeming to send it up in flames too.  I shrieked.

“Damn it!  Are you sure nothing’s blistering?” I hollered when I could talk.

I could hear the devious grin in his voice.  “No, you’re only turning a light shade of pink.  The welts I put on your ass last time were redder than this.”

Once more, the bright pain subsided, leaving only a nice baking warmth digging deep into my lower back and ass.  I didn’t want to, but I fell for its siren song of relaxation once more.  My muscles turned to jelly.  As horrendous as the initial hit of wax felt, it was sheer paradise moments later.

Oses got me again, about mid-back.  I ground my teeth together this time, letting the pain whistle through the spaces as I waited for the nice part to start.  I had new sympathy for cattle being branded.

This time when the pain abated, I heard Oses blow out a gust of air.  He said, “I think that’s plenty of the oil.  Keep your eyes closed, pet.”

He rubbed up and down my back, getting that now-beautiful warmth all over it, along with my butt.  Oh sweet prophets, that man gave me a massage that left no muscle knotted.  I was damned near liquefied by how his hands teased every mote of tension from my neck, shoulders, and back.  Better still, the more he rubbed, the further the heat of the oil ... not wax, but oil it turned out ... moved into me.  A delicious glow pulsed deep within, making the pain of the application more than worthwhile.  Hell, I would have stood twice as much torment for this taste of heaven.

I was so blissed out that I hummed a nearly continuous moan as Oses treated me to the best massage anyone has ever had.  I felt doted upon, like queen of the universe.  I can’t overstate how good he made me feel.  And have I mentioned how in-fucking-credible that massage was?

I’d been an oozing puddle of Shalia for some time before Oses quit.  He leaned over me to plant a kiss on my smiling cheek.  “Someone looks marvelously contented,” the Nobek whispered in my ear. 

“Mmm-hmm,” I managed.

“I’m glad I can make my little Shalia so happy.  Now perhaps you would like to thank me?  I think laxan would be an appropriate expression of your gratitude.”

Laxan?  I knew I’d heard the word before, but my nirvana-drenched brain took a few seconds to dredge up the translation:  anal penetration with Oses’ larger cock.

“Sure,” I mumbled, still caught in the spell of no strength.  “Whatever you like, Master.  I’m all yours.”

He growled a little at my acquiescence.  I was glad he was happy to have it, because spaghetti-limbed Shalia wasn’t going to be working too hard after the delightful rubdown. 

Oses knelt between my legs and hauled my back end up so it waved in the air, his hands gripping my hips.  I just lay there, completely drained.  Even a sharp slap to my ass didn’t get Oses much of a reaction.

“Nice and relaxed.  How I am going to love changing that in the next few minutes,” he said with an evil laugh.

“Good luck,” I mumbled.  I didn’t give him good odds on that.

Still well-stretched from our earlier play, I felt little more than an aching strain as he filled my ass with his big cock and my pussy with his smaller (but still perfectly adequate) secondary prick.  Being so stuffed meant that the friction against my interior hotspot was tremendous.  With the first thrust I felt excitement tumble through my gut.  Okay, so I might not remain quite as quiet as I thought I would.

Oses set a lovely pace, his thrusts strong and steady as before.  Not too fast and not too slow.  Insistent but not overly demanding.  I was enjoying a nice, steady climb in arousal, heading towards inevitable orgasm.  I sighed, content with the ride.  It felt good.

I should have known the sadistic bastard wouldn’t let me get away with a simple climax.  Heaven forbid.  Then again, that’s not what I had shown up at Oses’ door looking for.  I’ve gotta be fair about that fact.

As I lay with the side of my face planted on the sleeping mat surface, my ass up in the air, cocks moving in and out with the most delicious moist noises, Oses released one hip.  His hand reached beneath me, and what I initially thought was his finger and thumb closed on my clit.  The I realized that whatever had me there wasn’t calloused like the pads of his fingers are and felt distinctly rubbery.  There was the sensation of a tap, and whatever that beast put on me vibrated hard, sending violent need through my core. 

I was not feeling loose-limbed now.  My whole body seized as molten pleasure mounted quickly.  I yelled.

“Awake again,” Oses said, still pumping his cocks in and out of me as he held my hips with both hands once more.  “Feel free to scream all you like, pet.”

I didn’t scream ... at least not right away.  In no time though, climax crashed through me, making me quake beneath my lover.  It didn’t stop.

I have no idea if it was one really, really long orgasm or a whole bunch of them piled on top of each other.  I came and I came and I came.  The intense spasms wouldn’t quit.  It felt like my pussy was simultaneously on fire, trying to turn itself inside out, and wringing itself out like a soaked towel.  I was helpless to stop it with Oses fucking me harder and faster as whatever he had imprisoned my clit with continued to thrum without stopping. 

If Oses wanted screams, he got them.  I shrieked my head off with my face buried in the bed.  I thought I might go insane.

At last Oses groaned loudly enough for me to hear over my own cries.  I felt his cocks jerk inside me, emptying his pleasure in my belly.  I didn’t care.  I was too busy being the Cum Queen.  I couldn’t figure out if I was enjoying myself or being tortured. 

Oses finished, something I was apparently incapable of doing.  He reached beneath me again and tapped my clit.  The device on it went still at last.  I sobbed, my body wilting.  I was sure I’d never stand again.

“Lovely,” he groaned.  “That was just what I needed.”  He removed whatever it was he’d put on me.  I still don’t know what it was.  I didn’t see it.  I was too far gone in the aftermath of shattering orgasm.

At some point not too long after, Oses held me in his arms, tipping a bottle of protein drink in my mouth, and crooning like a mother feeding her baby.  He kept me warm and watched over me as I slowly gathered my senses.

“Better?” he asked me as I finished my protein drink.

I sighed.  I was still worn out and ready to sleep for a few dozen years.  I felt gutted too.  But I could think straight once more.

“I might be ready to get up by the time we reach Kalquor,” I told him.

Oses laughed.  “What about the Xniktix Space Station?”

I blinked, completely confused by the garbled, buzzing word he’d spoken.  “Where?”

“Xniktix.  It’s in Adraf space, which we’ll be entering tomorrow.  We’ll be at the station in three days, and we’re taking shore leave for a few more.  Everyone is due a break, especially after that run-in we had with the Tragooms.”

I knew a little about the planet Adraf.  It remained neutral during the war, selling goods to both Earth and Kalquor as we pounded the hell out of each other.  Its people look really funny, at least by Earth standards.  They have big, googly eyes that are placed on the sides of their tiny heads, slitted snouts through which they speak, and long necks.  Their arms are tapered and they have more these pincers than actual hands.  Their bodies are really small, especially given the lengths of their necks ... like half the size.  They have three short, stubby legs, on which they spin instead of run when they’re in a hurry.  Their fur is really pretty though.  It’s thick, soft, and mostly golden brown, with darker bits that can be spotted, striped, or swirled.  Adrafs are able to peel the outer layer of skin off their bodies.  They do that with their necks and sell their fur for designer wear.  The hair grows back in a year.  I always wanted Adraf fur gloves, but they were way out of my price range.

Adrafs are a little like the inhabitants of Dantovon, in that the almighty dollar rules.  They never met a customer they didn’t like.  There’s a story that an Adraf supplier was asked to get Earth a shipment of metal ore to make weapons.  The supplier contacted his acquisitions team, who went and stole a barge full of metal ore already bought and paid for by Earth, which the supplier turned around and sold to Earth again.  Hilarious.

“We’re welcome to stop off and spend money then,” I surmised.

Oses grinned.  “Absolutely, if they don’t swipe it from you first.  If I can get time off, I’d be glad to escort you around for shopping and entertainment, if you like.  I can help you keep from getting cheated or swindled.”

“What about hostile aliens on the station?” I asked. 

“I’m glad you’re thinking ahead.  Captain Wotref already checked, and there are no Tragooms visiting Xniktix at this time.  It’s one less worry for us to deal with.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said, and I wasn’t being sarcastic.  I was ready for a change of scenery.  So what if I’d have to watch myself on this space station?  With Oses along, I felt I’d be pretty safe.  Only an idiot would screw with a man like this Nobek.