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A Kiss is a Question

By: ShyChiWriter



Hello All! Here is my entry into this year's Nude Day Contest. It is a bit longer than normal, but I sincerely hope it doesn't feel too long ; ) This was a fun one to write, and the funny thing is -- even with a rather exotic locale and a fair share of sex, this is pretty darned old-fashioned love story.

Sincere thanks to GaleWillow for giving this the editor's eye.

Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read my story.

***

The comm screen flashed that there was an incoming message and Captain Julia Yamamoto tapped the accept code.

"Hello, Admiral Christiansen" she said to the aging man on the screen.

"Hello Julia, let's drop the formal crap. How are you doing?"

"Well, Jake, a little shook up, but happy we're intact."

"I've gotta tell you," said the Admiral, "when we heard you'd been attacked by Aquilans we were stuck somewhere between disbelief and excitement. We've been trying to establish contact with those bastards for years and we can't get 'em to pay the slightest attention. They just swim around in their pools, or pods, or energy shells, or whatever they're called and never spare us so much as a 'hello'."

"I know," said Julia, "we can't get them to pay the slightest attention to us, and then wham, they swoop in and attack my ship."

"Any casualties?" asked Jake.

"None," said Julia. "They were more efficient than a team of SEALS - precision attack, disabling tactics, got in and got out, and gone - jetting straight back to NGC 6751. They worked like surgeons, even using some sort of plasma technique to cauterize their path, sealing up all of the leaks as they went so none of our chambers lost pressure."

"Amazing. What did they get?" asked the Admiral.

"That's the oddest thing," said Julia. "They grabbed the science lab and the backup medical suite. They cut the entire thing directly out of the ship. They took everything in the bio labs and the gene labs. From what we can tell, they also pulled the engineering data for every ship we've ever built. Other than that - nothing else was taken."

"What the hell?" mused Jake. "I suppose I understand the engineering information -- but after the way they cut through your ship, it wouldn't seem like they need that sort of data to conduct further attacks."

"I know," agreed Julia. "Speaking of attacks, how are we going to classify this, Jake? We've experienced no loss of life and no significant damage. Hell, except for the fact that we have to go the long way between two parts of the ship -- I could keep going without a single repair. It's hard to call this an act of war."

"You're exactly right," agreed the admiral. "I've already tangled with a couple of hotheads who are ready to mount a full on attack."

"Full on attack on what?" asked Julia. "The Aquilans are energy-based beings that float in random pods across this entire nebula. Do these hotheads want to light up the entire cloud?"

"If they had their way, yeah," said the Admiral. "You take care of your repairs, Julia. I'll take care of the idiots. We'll classify this as the Aquilan Encounter, and leave it at that."

"Sounds good, Jake," said Julia.

After signing off, the captain did have one thought lingering in her mind. What in the world were the Aquilans going to do with the genetic info and the labs.

***

TWENTY YEARS AFTER THE AQUILAN ENCOUNTER

He had once had a name. It was now unpronounceable, or perhaps unthinkable in ways this new brain could comprehend. The name had meant countless things. It had involved the places he'd gone and the ancestors who had led to his creation. However, the name had been in a language that was unfathomable to this form.

His name was now simply 'Marcus'. He was created from genetic stock from the massive planet Rmavsh and his background indicated traits toward strong diplomacy.

He opened his eyes.

There were signals passing through his optic nerves. He could make no sense of them.

There were other nerves. They were in his skin. He could make little sense of those sensations either, but he did seem to sense he was in some sort of fluid.

He sensed motion near him. Soon, he felt added pressure on what he was later to learn were called arms and legs.

His limbs began to move. As they had, several times a day for the past two decades, his arms and legs began pushing and rotating in response to the machines who were tasked with exercising this body. The body had been little more than a living cadaver during its relatively brief existence.

Until today, the brain had not been capable of thought. A few simple commands had been programmed into a specialized region of the hippocampus so the body might respond correctly to fitness regime -- assuring a properly formed body and alleviating any chance of atrophy.

For now, he allowed the autonomic exercises to continue. It gave him time to observe and learn the intricacies of this unfamiliar and strange body.

His awareness continued to expand and he simply stayed suspended, thinking, for several days.

He awoke from sleep one morning to discover he could now make sense of the visual signals transmitted from the eyes.

He was in a great room - The Center. Before him he could see his relatives floating in a gaseous tank. He looked with longing at the form he had once held. Though he was gaining a familiarity with his human shape -- it still felt as though he was a guest in this body.

He turned his head and saw the others. In the great circular track around the Center were three hundred and twenty-eight tanks each containing a human body in an equal ratio of males and females.

These humans were quite nearly every size, shape, and color within the spectrum of the human race. From dark-skinned individuals tracing their lineage back to the African continent of Earth to blue-skinned Xflesian stock -- the Aquilans had taken a heterogeneous approach to the bodies they would eventually inhabit.

He studied the woman in the tank to the left. Her form was long and willowy, her hair of a color he would later learn to call blonde. Marcus could see her eyes were open but showed no signs of recognition. He surmised that she must have awoken later and was still not yet capable of processing the visual stimuli. He found his eyes lingering on her naked form and was surprised to feel a rush of blood to his pelvic region. He looked down to discover his sexual organ had grown much larger and was now rigid. He felt a familiar longing begin.

He turned to the other side. Here was a woman whose skin was of a much darker shade than his own. The breasts on her body were much larger than the lighter-skinned one he had just observed. Her eyes were open, also and they showed recognition. She seemed to be evaluating his form and her eyes lingered on the rigid organ he himself had noticed.

Their eyes met. They evaluated each other for quite some time. He felt the longing increase.

The next moment, the machines kicked in. He allowed them to exercise his body for a few minutes, but for the first time he grew resentful of it. He wished to interact with the female he had been watching. He wasn't certain how he wished to interact, but he suspected it had something to do with the rather uncomfortable rigidity between his legs.

He pushed back on the exercise machine, dragging against the motions it wished for him to perform. It was a struggle at first, but the machine soon stopped. This was actually a trigger. The machines had been programmed to recognize that if a body resisted the exercises rather than complying -- it had become aware and was ready to leave its life within the tank.

The machines stopped and the tank began to drain. The feeding and breathing tubes, and other requisite attachments were soon removed. Minutes later, Marcus found himself standing unsteadily on the floor.

His slow awakening had actually given him a surprising familiarity with his new body. He was able to stand and move. He became aware that he was capable of speech -- using the seventeen languages, including Galactic Standard, which had been pre-loaded into his brain and had simply waited there until the day a consciousness entered the body. What all of the words meant were more of a mystery. Blue, red, brown -- they seemed to make sense. It would be several weeks before he could string these odd words together into a coherent sentence of more than a few words.

Language was not his concern, however. He felt he had to interact with the creature in the next tank.

On moderately shaky legs, he walked slowly to the dark-skinned woman he had observed. She had seen him resist the exercises and had followed suit. Her tank was nearly drained and she gingerly stepped out to greet him.

They stood and evaluated each other. The woman was still glistening with the aqueous fluids which had sustained her throughout her formative life. She stepped forward and leaned into him, her high and large breasts being the first bodily parts to touch his. Both of them gave an involuntary gasp at the electrifying jolt of first bodily contact.

Perfectly nourished for her genetic make-up, she was actually a bit taller than he was since his stock was descended from a planet with heavier gravity. As a result, her breasts touched high on his chest.

"Marcus," he said, indicating himself.

"A'nish," she said.

She bent her head down to be near his.

"Kiss," she said simply.

"Kiss," he replied.

This word made sense.

Their lips met. It was awkward at first but they soon discovered that moving their lips in certain ways brought more pleasurable stimulation.

As they kissed, they began to explore each other's bodies with their hands.

He soon found his hand on her breast.

"Soft," he commented.

She nodded in agreement.

She soon found her hand on his penis.

"Hard," she commented.

He also nodded in agreement.

They began pushing against each other, also enjoying the sensations of exploring each other through greater skin contact and not just their hands.

Her greater height was a good thing. As they continued 'exploring' and their bodies began naturally responding to the lovely contact, they eventually found his hard member brushing against her nether lips which were now moistened from more than the fluid in which she had lived.

They knew what to do. Both through instinct and through the limited knowledge with which they had been pre-loaded and were just beginning to unlock. Yes, they knew what to do.

She moaned involuntarily at the feeling of his long organ sliding into her.

"Penis," she gasped.

"Vagina," he replied.

"Prick," she moaned.

"Pussy," he groaned.

"Cock," she growled.

"Cunt," he cried with a thrust.

These words which had drifted curiously in their brains now made sense.

It was time to learn what to do with the things to which these names belonged.

It was not elegant or graceful, their first sex, but it was certainly intense. They looked into each other's eyes as they began moving together. Each evaluated the reactions of the other body as they coupled in a somewhat awkward standing position.

Perhaps it was due to being in perfect physical condition due to the automated routine his body had undergone every day. Perhaps it was because his entire system was still not entirely linked together and his brain was still learning his body. Whatever the reason, Marcus lasted a surprising long time for his first ever sexual experience. He lasted so long, in fact, that it was A'nish who first climaxed.

Marcus paused as the orgasm overtook her. He watched with some curiosity and then experimented with his lips upon her nipples as the last waves rocked through her. When she was done, he began thrusting again. It was only a few minutes later when he felt the odd almost pulling sensation in his loins. In some way, it felt as though A'nish was drawing the semen out of him. He moaned as the first spurt shot out and seemed to gush endlessly into her 'pussy' as he knew the word to be.

Another followed, and then another. She observed him with a kindly expression as his climax progressed. When he was done, he removed himself from her. The two of them turned to examine their Aquilan relations -- floating about in the huge gaseous environs just beyond the thick plasteel. Marcus and A'nish were forced to squint at the beautiful brightness of their kin.

"Not - same," observed Marcus, contemplating the creatures beyond -- creatures which they had once been.

"No," agreed A'nish. "S... s... sex not same. Sex, not as good."

"Practice," said Marcus. "We must - practice."

"Agreed," said A'nish.

They heard a noise and turned to see two other individuals approaching. It was another couple, who must have been from tanks further around the arc of the Center. They were a fascinating contrast in color and shape. The male was quite tall, even taller than A'nish and his skin was shockingly white. The woman was shorter than Marcus, and her skin was a crimson red. If measured, her breasts were possibly smaller than A'nish's but did not appear so due to her smaller frame.

A'nish crossed to the tall, ivory man of Venatacorion stock and pulled him into an intense kiss. Marcus approached the voluptuous rubicund woman and they contemplated each other.

She reached down to grasp his cock, which had rapidly recovered -- having twenty years of waiting stored up inside.

"Hard," she commented.

He reached down and dipped two fingers into her pussy.

"Wet," he observed.

"Sex," she stated, simply -- nodding her head toward the male now entangled with A'nish.

Marcus understood.

He began kissing her. They also rubbed together and were well-stimulated.

Copulating, however, was not as seamless as it had been with A'nish. He tried bending his knees and she tried standing on her tiptoes -- but they could not find a way to make it work.

She shrugged and lay down upon the floor, beckoning him to lie upon her and enter her from above.

As he slid into her, he looked up and saw three more couples who had recently emerged. All of them were doing the same. As they began to move, he contemplated that his body was emanating something called 'hunger' -- but that would have to wait. He had at least this union to attend to, if not several more before he needed to seek out nourishment.

***

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AFTER THE AQUILAN ENCOUNTER

Commander Angelo Telegin watched through the view port as the Aquilan ship Alshain. It was legendary throughout the universe for both its beauty and its mysteries. It resembled a great and elegant mechanical bird. In the center was a huge body, and out from that sprang wings formed of delicate looking spines and tubes. In truth, these 'wings' were quite large. The crew was believed to live in the wing areas. The equivalent head and the tail sections were believed to be the engineering and navigation sections.

It was thought the body contained the power source, though no one was certain what form of energy source the Aquilans used.

It was known the Alshain could navigate nearly any environment. It had originally appeared in NGC 6751, the planetary nebula where the Aquilans resided. The Alshain was perfectly capable of FTL travel as well as atmospheric navigation. In fact, its FTL was so sophisticated the Aquilans had no weaponry. Once, a paranoid captain had switched on his weaponry and the Alshain had popped out instantaneously -- reappearing four systems away within seconds.

Other than the fact that there were human forms aboard the Alshain, and that the ship was beautifully engineered - the Aquilans and their ship were still a mystery to the greater population and even members of the fleet.

Angelo had won the chance to explore these mysteries.

He sat patiently waiting for the hatch to open. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He'd been assigned the most coveted position in the fleet - liaison to the Aquilans. Technically, the officially term for their people was Aquilis Humanis, to differentiate the human denizens of the Alshain from their plasma/chemical-based counterparts, but in common vernacular, 'Aquilan' was the term everyone used for both forms of these mysterious people.

Even after the initial contact with the Aquilans five years prior, when the Alshain had appeared with Galactic-speaking humans, there was still very little known about the Aquilans. Their primary purpose, as the human Aquilans had plainly stated, was to serve as representatives for their race, who lived mostly in nebulae and upon gaseous planets where their native forms were long and beautiful cylinders filled with pulsating energy.

In that shape, the Aquilans had found it too difficult to communicate with humans. That had been the purpose of their incursion two decades prior. They had absconded with the laboratory and genetic materials from the ship and had grown a pool of three hundred-plus human ambassadors through whom they could speak.

These humans had been grown in vitro for the first twenty years of their existence. The bodies had been manually exercised and conditioned as they formed, but no brain functions had been allowed.

Then, as the story went, over three hundred Aquilans had willed themselves to transfer their consciousnesses into the waiting bodies. It was through those bodies, now sentient, that the Aquilans had made the first true intelligible contact with the human race.

It seemed that the first encounters had been unusual or troubling in some fashion. They had made contact with the science explorer ship Basset and no details regarding that first meeting had ever been released -- except that all military and civilian ships were ordered to avoid any contact with the Alshain.

What was certainly known about the human Aquilans was they were fierce negotiators. The Aquilans had grown concerned with human encroachment into their space. The first demands had been for the Republic to cease their movement into Aquilan territory and to sign treaties assuring specific planets and nebula would remain untouched.

What was rumored about the human Aquilans was wide and varied. It was said they rarely wore clothes aboard their own ship. It was further said they were sexually aggressive and insatiable. During initial encounters, people whispered that Aquilans had coupled during meetings until diplomats had convinced them it could be a distraction from proper negotiations. Since that time, Aquilan envoys had learned more decorum - but the rumors ran rampant about what exactly the Aquilans got up to aboard the Alshain.

A little over three years prior, excitement had spread through the fleet when the Aquilan liaison program was announced. For three months at a time, a fleet representative was chosen to serve a tour of duty aboard the Alshain. The Aquilans had further requested that the liaisons alternate between male and female candidates -- under thirty years of age.

What specifically happened with those liaisons was anyone's guess. The liaisons spoke to no one about their experiences except to designated members of the Science Corps whose reports were triple classified.

Now Angelo was to discover for himself. He had graduated from the academy top-of-class, worked his way up quickly in the ranks, and was poised to Captain his first ship after his three-month rotation aboard the Alshain. He was the eleventh liaison to be assigned to the ship. The liaison's duties were to assist with any technologies within their realm of expertise, learn about the Aquilans, but above all to serve as ambassadors for the human race to these fascinating creatures who were human in form -- but inhabited by a consciousness that had once been a coalescing jellyfish-like creature.


A Kiss is a Question



Angelo said his farewells to the friends he had made aboard ship and then walked down the long boarding tube toward the Alshain. He waited for the hatch to open.

The protocol was clearly defined. He was to board the ship and debrief with his predecessor, in this case Neirna Lappeng, a woman who had been an upperclassman when Angelo entered the Academy. She was intelligent, disciplined, and possessed of the kind of beauty that was not conventional, but seemed to linger in one's mind.

The boarding hatch slid open and the first thing that struck Angelo was the air. It was humid and bore a sweet, musky smell. It wasn't unpleasant, but seemed much more 'earthy' than one would expect aboard a space vessel. Next, he saw Neirna. She was as striking as he had remembered her. Yet, there was something in her eyes. They were haunted.

He flashed her a quick smile during his salute and he saw a strange transformation in her face. She quickly smiled as well, then took his hand in hers and pulled him down the corridor. She led him to a door marked 'liaison quarters' and led him in.

"Well Neirna, I look forward to hearing..."

He never got any further, she was suddenly wrapped around him, her lips seeking his, her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms holding him close.

"You have the best smile," she said in an intense whisper. "Your smile is so amazing. It is the most beautiful thing I've seen in three months."

"Okay, but Neirna..."

"Shh!" she said, "don't talk about official nonsense - it's all in my report. For now, let's just talk about us."

There wasn't much talking involved, however. She soon had his shirt open and was kissing his neck and chest lovingly, looking up occasionally to study his face. Then she had his pants open and his cock free. She stroked it lovingly and sucked it the rest of the way to hardness (there wasn't far to go). The next thing he knew her clothes were also off and she was climbing up to straddle him in the chair.

With a deep intake of breath and of cock, she was soon enveloping him and moaning with pleasure as she reached the base of his shaft, her warmth enfolding him.

"Neirna..." started Angelo, but again, she silenced him - this time with a finger to his lips.

"Shh," she urged him, "just let me watch your face."

She began a slow, sensuous ride of his cock and the entire time she was intensely focused on his face - watching his every expression with unusual fascination.

Angelo soon gave up thinking about the oddness of her sexual attack and simply surrendered to the passion she was emanating.

"God, I could watch you all night. I could watch you forever," she sighed.

He reached up and kissed her passionately, to which she responded instantly.

"Oh gods," she moaned as spasms began in her hips. "Oh gods, Angelo, I haven't felt like this, not like this in the longest time. Oh GODS!"

She froze in divine climax, her face a mask of pleasure, her body hot from passion. When the strongest part of her orgasm was past, she looked deeply into his eyes - a glint of a tear forming in the corners of her own.

"Can I ask you something, and will you promise not to get too freaked out by it?"

"Of course," said Angelo tenderly.

"Do you think," she started, and then had to suppress some tears, "do you think you could love me? If the situation was different, do you think I'm someone you could fall in love with?"

"Of course," said Angelo, though he was a bit taken aback by the question. "I always admired you at the Academy. You're smart, pretty, compassionate - of course I could fall in love with you."

"You're telling the truth, aren't you?" she sobbed. "You really mean it."

Her hips began bucking and her inner muscles began squeezing his cock intensely. It was clear she only had one goal in mind now, and she worked with a fervor to achieve it. Within minutes, she had ridden Angelo to his own climax and he moaned as he spilled himself into her.

She cried a bit more, holding him tightly to her chest as he pumped his cum deep into her warm cavern.

Moments later, she was dressing, her face wearing a mask of embarrassment.

"What was all of that about?" he asked her softly.

"I... I'm sorry Angelo. That was a shameful display, really?"

"I disagree," said the young Commander. "It was amazing. Confusing - but amazing all the same. You were so intense, so wonderful."

"Thank you," she said, brushing back some tears. "Now I must be going."

She noticed that Angelo was starting to put on his own uniform.

"Oh, don't bother," she said. "Clothes make them terribly uncomfortable."

"They do?" he asked. "So it's true?"

"The nudity, the constant sex, yes, those rumors are all true. You'll see."

"But, the debrief," he asked, "aren't you going to tell me more?"

"No point," she said quietly. "You wouldn't understand, no matter what I told you."

"Wouldn't understand what?"

"It's in the vidlog," she explained.

"What vidlog?"

"The one that only the liaisons make entries in. The one that only the liaisons can read. This cabin and everything in it is ours. Diplomatically protected - no Aquilans are allowed in here."

"Okay?" he said, more curious than ever.

She finished buttoning her uniform and pulled him up from the bunk, pulling him tightly to her and pulling his head down for a gentle kiss.

"Don't despair," she said in a terribly serious tone. "No matter how dark it looks, don't give up hope. There is love. There is passion somewhere in the universe. You and I just proved it."

"I still don't..."

"Others have tried," she stammered. "Others have tried to explain what it's like, but none of them can. Watch the vidlogs, they bring some comfort - but only you can come to know what this place will mean to you."

"But..."

"Goodbye, Angelo. Stay strong."

And with that, she was gone, departing toward the hatch which would take her back to the fleet transport.

Once the hatch was closed, Angelo stood very self-consciously in the corridor. He suddenly had the feeling he was being watched - and he was. Three stunningly beautiful women suddenly peeked around the corner. The three women approached him in almost stalking fashion, evaluating his body with such scrutiny that he felt even more self-conscious.

One was a brunette with fair skin, high round breasts, her eyes were a piercing blue.

The next was undoubtedly from ancient African stock, chocolate-skin, long neck and body, ample hips, and big beautiful breasts. The third seemed to borrow from many ancestries, olive-shaped eyes with a slight upturn that spoke of some sort of mixed ancient Asian ancestry, light-brown skin, smaller breasts but wider hips and thighs, yet blond hair that stood in fascinating contrast to her slightly darker complexion.

"Greetings, Liaison Angelo Telegin," said the darker skinned woman. I am crewmember A'nish and it is my honor to welcome you aboard."

"I am Flennie," said the brunette. "It is also my honor to extend the greetings of the crew."

"I am called Leneria," said the exotic blond.

The women were slowly circling Angelo in a sensuous dance. Their hands were brushing playfully across his skin, their bodies rubbing against him now and again.

"You have a pleasing form," said A'nish, "well muscled, seemingly fit, and your sexual organ gives the appearance of being very capable. Oh, and recently used - it appears from the remaining fluids."

"Though we will be able to teach you much in the ways of pleasure and endurance," continued the chocolate-skinned A'nish, whose large breasts had just brushed against Angelo's back.

"Now for your first partnering," said Flennie. "We prefer that we be the ones to determine who your sexual partner should be."

"Do you kiss?" asked A'nish. "Your kind almost always does, or so we have noticed. Kissing is a common element of foreplay."

"I... yes, of course," stammered Angelo.

His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He was still reeling from his encounter with Neirna. He was torn between being affronted and flattered at the frank sexual approach of the Aquilans. There was a fleeting thought in his mind that he might not be able to recover quickly enough after the recent sex, though his 'sexual organ' seemed to be indicating quite otherwise as it grew larger and stiffer with each tug the three women were giving it.

"Good," said Flennie. "I will kiss you first, my crew members will observe. Please keep your eyes open, it assists in evaluation."

Flennie stood up on her tiptoes, pushing her supple body into his and kissing him with a calculated approach.

Angelo found it to be an exciting, but disturbing kiss. Flennie's beautiful body seemed to be moving against him in such a way as to be almost instinctive, yet calculated. Her nipples brushed against his chest before pushing into him more firmly, her arms and hands caressed his back, and her lips were indeed very kissable. Yet, her eyes were cold. They were watching him from a clinical distance and there was no sign of the passion the rest of her body was relaying.

"Very good," she said upon finishing the kiss. "His pupils responded well, his nerves were sensitive. The vessels in his penis seemed to dilate a satisfactory amount, wouldn't you agree?"

"We would," concurred the other two women.

Now it was A'nish's turn, she was a bit taller - almost as tall as him - their lips met easily and he had to fight a bit of dizziness from the intensity of their kiss. His hands rose unbidden to the ample breasts pressed against him and caressed them tenderly. Yet again, however, there was the cold removal in her eyes.

"I thank you for that added stimulation," said A'nish. "Whether you are chosen for me on this occasion, I look forward to copulating with you at some point during your time on the ship. Crewmates, how would you rate our kiss?"

"It was quite satisfactory," said Flennie. "Yet, I am having difficulty in differentiating my kiss from yours in any qualitative fashion."

"I must agree," said the dark-skinned beauty. "It remains to Leneria to see whom might gain honor of first coitus with you, our new liaison."

"Very well," said the exotic woman. "We shall see if I elicit any greater circulatory or nervous responses in Commander Angelo Telegin."

She pushed her body into his and rapped a hand around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

The effect was immediate and startling for Angelo. While his lovemaking session with Neirna had been unique and amazing, and his kisses with the first two women had been 'stimulating' as they put it, his body instantly sang out to Leneria. Forgetting the directions they had given him, he closed his eyes as they kissed. Fireworks, constellations, pathways of light burst in his mind at the intensity of their kiss. He opened his eyes and saw with some satisfaction that her eyes were closed, too. Pulling back from her, he watched her in wonder as she stayed there, her eyes still closed, her lips still parted. Her eyes suddenly flew open and she held her hand to her mouth in shock.

"I am somewhat disappointed," said A'nish, "it is clear his body responds most readily to yours."

"Indeed," said the brunette who called herself Flennie. "You are well matched and the first coupling should indeed be with Leneria."

They had not noticed Leneria's response, but Angelo had. She was looking down at the ground, blushing.

"Are you alright?" he asked with some concern."

"I am perfectly right," said Leneria. "All of me. However, I must disagree with your analysis. It is A'nish who provoked the greatest response. I will leave it to you to welcome Commander Telegin aboard. Flennie, I will give the responsibility of observing and reporting on the copulation. I have business to attend to elsewhere."

"But, I'd like to try it with Leneria," said Angelo, quite seriously.

"But it isn't your decision, is it," said Leneria, with more than just a slight bit of annoyance. "It was ours to choose, and A'nish will couple with you now. Goodbye."

With something akin to a huff, Leneria turned on her heel and departed to other portions of the ship.

"Come, Commander Angelo Telegin," said A'nish, "we will find surroundings more comfortable for sexual congress."

A'nish took Angelo's hand and led him to a cabin. As the hatch slid open, Angelo was first worried that she had led him to a padded cell. From floor to ceiling, the room was covered in padding, silks, and sheets.

"Umm, she's coming with? Is she going to join in?" he said, indicating Flennie who had taken a seat with an electronic writing tablet.

"No, Flennie is merely here to observe our sexual union and take notes on your strengths and deficiencies."

"Deficiencies?"

Commander Telegin, we take our copulation quite seriously, there is always room for improvement. Practice until perfection; that is our motto.

"Where've you been all of my life?" said Angelo with a grin.

Flennie took a note.

"We hear that quite frequently from the liaisons," she said, "especially from the males. Now, it is time for us to couple."

A'nish, the stunning chocolate-skinned beauty began to do just that. Her body was soon pressed against him and she was lowering him to the floor, kissing her way down his torso.

All the while, Flennie sat by and continued a steady stream of typing as she observed the two together.

When A'nish arrived at his cock, she examined it both sensuously and clinically (if such a thing was possible).

"Reasonable size," she said. "Aesthetically pleasing glans, circumcision providing more ready access for oral stimulation."

"Is she going to... okay!"

The oral stimulation A'nish had been referring to had just begun, stopping Angelo mid-sentence, making him quite readily forget any objections he had to the side-by-side examination and seduction.

A'nish then proceeded to give Angelo a truly crippling blowjob. If he'd been asked to do anything at all while her gorgeous full lips were wrapped around his shaft, he would have been truly incapable of even responding. Just as his balls began to simmer with the hints of an orgasm, she backed off, making him moan with the divine torture of her ceasing her activities.

"You may now stimulate me," she said calmly.

Rolling off of him and lying back - she beckoned him to her.

If Angelo had been uncomfortable with the scrutiny he'd been receiving, now he was more than a bit nervous. A'nish laid back to receive his attentions, Flennie continued observing and notating.

"I feel like I'm being graded as a lover," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"But you are," said A'nish, "though we prefer the term sexual partner."

"However, there is no specific grade if you are referring to typical human school grading systems," continued Flennie. "You are merely being evaluated for strengths, weaknesses, and predilections."

"Oh," said Angelo, "that makes me feel better. Well, here goes."

He began kissing A'nish, and she responded in ways that certainly led him to believe he would get some sort of passing grade in at least some areas.

There was an oddness about the encounter, however - and that was in the lack of talk. Not that Angelo was obsessed with dirty talk, or expected A'nish to be screaming out 'lick me' or something else along those lines - but her silence was off-putting. The only clue he had of his effectiveness was the way her body responded and increases in her breathing. Occasionally she would moan slightly with pleasure - but anything audible seemed more involuntary.

Working his way down her body, he was soon kissing away at her vulva and paying special attention to her clitoris. With his index finger, he reached inside of her and was pleased to quickly find her G-spot and elicit the first true moan from his odd yet beautiful partner.

"That is very good," she sighed. "Very good, indeed. Oh! I'm going to climax now."

A'nish gave a huge sigh as her body began to shake with tremors of pleasure. When her body had recovered, she gave him a slight smile and complimented him.

"Excellent manual manipulation, Commander Telegin, your oral endeavors could use some improved technique - but we will be pleased with you. Now, let us proceed to full copulation."

Angelo soon found his cock pressing against his partner's moist pussy, dripping from his recent attentions.

They began the slow and sensuous horizontal dance known throughout the universe to all of human form. Never before had Angelo lain with such a responsive lover. Every move she made seemed perfectly calculated to heighten his pleasure. Her hands on his back, her hips against his pelvis, her lips on his chest - it was though she was plugged directly into his nervous system.

He felt he was doing his best to respond in kind, but knew somehow he was falling short. Had he not been so deep in the throes of pleasure, he might have felt more guilty about it. As it was, he was lost to passion.

"You are amazing," he moaned as A'nish rode him with great expertise after they had spun around and she had taken him cowgirl style.

"No, I am not," said A'nish - while at the same time massaging his cock with her inner muscles. "Our union has been clumsy and inefficient, but that can be rectified with further practice between the two of us."

This statement seemed to be a challenge of sorts, and one which Angelo felt he must rise to.

He began pounding his cock into her from below, taking full of advantage of the hours of intense physical workouts he had engaged in on the trip out. Her dark skin soon flushed and he was pleased to see his rapid-fire thrusts had pushed her over the edge into a second orgasm. As she collapsed against him, he still felt stung by her comment. He kept going, rocking her body on top of him, her weight resting on her ample breasts and her body shifting back and forth atop him in almost fluid-like fashion.

"Ve-ry en-thus-i-as-tic if no-thing else," said A'nish, her words coming out in pulses between thrusts."

"Oh Gods, A'nish," he cried out, his sudden attack having a quite expected effect on his own body. He felt the second cum of the day gathering in his cock and preparing to burst forth.

His body stiffened and the white pool waiting inside of him shot forward. It surprised him, in a way, because it as though even more semen sprayed deep into her silky cavern than his prior ejaculation with Neirna.

"Our session is complete," said A'nish in a tone that showed the first sign of emotion Angelo had yet to hear.

He pulled her face down to kiss her, but she turned her face away.

"Again, the curious kiss," she said. "So many of your kind seem to rudely prolong intimacy."

"Rudely? Don't you like kissing?" asked Angelo.

"My likes and dislikes don't enter the picture," said A'nish. "Kissing is effective stimulation - but it is considered rude among our kind to initiate intimacy after-the-fact."

"Why?" asked Angelo. "Why is it rude?"

"It simply is," she replied coldly. "You have been welcomed aboard with intimacy. Be grateful and take comfort that I haven't taken offense."

Angelo was grateful...and perplexed. Physically, he had just experienced some of the most intense sex of his life - but emotionally he was reeling. First there had been the desperate fuck with Neirna, then the clinical/erotic session with A'nish - but there was no sense of closure. No goodbye kiss, not even a thank you. It wasn't like he needed an after-sex cuddle, but something was needed.

A'nish was already standing and Flennie was offering him a hand up.

"A'nish, this is most interesting," said Flennie. "Look at his sexual organ. It has already passed tumescent recovery and seems well on its way to an erection again. It seems his body is extremely responsive to the pheromonized atmosphere."




A Kiss is a Question



"Tumescent what? Pheruh-what?"

"We prefer to maintain a high state of sexual arousal in our ship," explained Flennie. "As such, our scientists have designed a custom pheromone/hormone mixture for our internal atmosphere to which all human forms respond with varying degrees. The fact that this is your second copulation in the past hour and that you are visibly approaching erection once more indicates your body is well attuned to the mixture. Now, it is meal time - come to the galley where you can meet the majority of the crew.

They re-entered the hallway. Angelo was wishing for some sort of cloth to cover the object of Flennie's inspection, but they were soon greeted by several naked crew members of both sexes, the male members of which displayed prominent evidence of the 'high state of sexual arousal' desired.

One couple appeared to be mechanics of some sort -- complete with tool belts, but nothing else. The woman, a green-tinted beauty of Alluvian stock, was patiently repairing a power conduit as a man of slightly greater height than Angelo took her from behind - though still handing her tools as she needed them.

This was nothing compared to the scene which greeted them when they entered the galley. The closest thing Angelo could think of was the banquets and orgies described to have happened in the days of ancient Rome. There were platters of food spread about, and on every table and bench were naked bodies - a great many of them joined together in some form of sexual union. The coupling stopped, however, upon their entrance.

"Attention please, attention," said a male Adonis of impressive proportions (in all aspects). Please join me in welcoming Commander Angelo Telegin, our newest fleet liaison.

"Greetings Commander Telegin," said the masses as one.

Had Angelo been in a state of mind to observe smaller details, he would have noticed a majority of the females turning to their info tablets. Instead, he simply tried to stay focused and cross to the man who had made the announcement.

"Am I to assume you are the captain?" he asked.

"No," said the muscular crewman. "We don't have captains as you would think of them. I am, however, part of the navigation team and seem to have certain natural predispositions toward being a better host. Marcus, at your service."

"Marcus, nice to meet you," said Angelo, shaking his hand.

"I too, am fascinated to meet another representative of your race," said Marcus warmly. "Tell me, did you know Captain Neirna... I mean, beyond the sexual congress we believe you shared with her upon your arrival?"

"I uh... wow, you are one frank race. I knew Neirna at the Fleet Academy and served under her in two battle exercises - but I wouldn't say I knew her all that well."

"She was a good liaison," said Marcus. "Competent, intelligent, and a most able and enthusiastic sexual partner."

"Yes, about the sex," said Angelo, stammering. "It's very... very..."

"Perplexing?" offered Marcus. "That was a word Neirna often used."

"Yes, that's a good word."

"Come with me, Commander Angelo Telegin," said Marcus. "I believe I can shed some light on our race."

They walked past steady line of sex in the galley and were about to leave when a svelte young blond disentangled herself from her partners and scurried to Angelo's side.

"Hello Commander Angelo. I am Lietseleh. I saw the report," she said with an almost smile.

"The report?" asked Angelo.

"Yes," she said, tapping an info screen by the door. "Flennie's report. And the vid she recorded?"

"She recorded a vid?"

"Of course," she said, "How else could we help each other improve? I am considered a particularly apt tutor in oral stimulation. I would like to teach you. It could be a most pleasurable experience. How about now?"

Marcus intervened.

"Lietseleh, we have three months with the Commander, give me some time to show him around the ship before we initiate him any further."

"Very well, but don't forget me, Commander."

They departed the galley and started down a more secluded corridor where there were far fewer Aquilans and they seemed to be busy at chores too serious to multitask between sex and work.

"Where are we going?" asked Angelo.

"To the heart of the ship. We simply call it the Center," explained Marcus. "I am hoping to shed some light on our unusual ways."

They paused at a large armored door and Marcus turned to Angelo with a quite serious expression.

"Commander, you are about to see a sight few Galactic humans have been privileged to witness. In the Center are our relatives, over five hundred true Aquilans, contained in a tank of nebula-like atmosphere. Here are some goggles to shield our eyes from the most intense output from their coupling."

They donned darkened goggles and Marcus pressed a button which opened the great hatch.

Before Angelo was a sight he knew he would never forget. In a huge tank of transparent plasteel floated countless creatures, pulsating with bursts and trails of light. Jellyfish crossed with mitochondria might have been an adequate description, but they were infinitely more complex and beautiful.

"There we are," said Marcus in a hushed tone. "Aquilans in their true form. Do you see the tube-like creature there?"

"Yes," whispered Angelo.

"That is a female, actually one of my cousins - or as close as one can get in relative human terms. You will notice, all females are cylindrical, but with hollow centers. The shape of a tube is the easiest way to identify Aquilan females. They are also slightly larger. Do you see that cylindrical form approaching her? The one with tapered ends?"

"Yes."

"That is a male, he is about to pass through her. This is an oversimplification because our race is composed of far more than electrical current - but I will try to state it in coherent terms. Think of the females possessing negative polarity and the males possessing positive. It is the interaction between the two which brings the energy of life - the currents and interactions which make us capable of sentience, thought, and creativity."

"Strand a male or female Aquilan alone for more than a few hours without a sexual union and they must quickly enter a dormant state. If they attempt to exist for very long without coupling - they will quickly devolve back to the simple nebula gasses from whence they came."

"So, Aquilans can't think if you haven't had sex?" asked Angelo.

"It even goes beyond that," explained Marcus. "We can certainly persist for long periods without copulating - but it is akin to a computer which isn't in use. A dormant Aquilan is not unlike a computer which has been put in hibernate mode. The memory is intact, but without the chemical/electric power of sexual stimulation we aren't truly functioning beyond base operations and the minimum awareness of our surroundings in order to navigate safely. Ah, that pair is about to couple."

The long tapered creature soon entered the cylindrical tube, and even with their goggles Angelo had to squint from the brightness of the sparks they formed.

"So, is it really sex?" asked Angelo. "Or is it simply a static electricity generator."

"Oh Commander, do not underestimate the pleasure of Aquilan sex. In any life form, sexual pleasure is a natural evolutionary development. Those that find sex more pleasurable thrive. Those that do not, fall by the wayside."

"Aquilan skin is made of a complex membrane," said Marcus. "There are one hundred times more nerves per every square centimeter of their skin than in the most sensitive erogenous zones of human lips or sexual organs. In each union, we exchange and generate both chemical and electrical energy in the process. In fact, our relatives here in the Center are the only power supply our ship needs. There is nothing more intense, powerful, or pleasurable than an Aquilan union."

"What you must understand is, we all began as true Aquilans. My consciousness resided for over six-hundred Earth years in a male Aquilan shell before I volunteered to make the transference to this body. Aquilans take one hundred years to mature, so that means I had five hundred years of existence where sex was essential to survive."

"So that's why you..."

"Why we fuck like rabbits, as more than one liaison has put it. Yes, though we have left our Aquilan bodies our memories and our instincts remain. It is a difficult phenomena to explain, but even in our new 'shells' we are still driven by the fierce survival instinct which tells us we must copulate as often as possible."

Angelo looked about the huge tank and even through the dense gaseous atmosphere could see several unions occurring. He continued watching quietly, finding himself actually a bit aroused at the gaseous orgy taking place before him.

"What are those?" he asked, pointing to smaller creatures flitting about more rapidly.

"Why, children of course," explained Marcus. "You will notice they are not coupling, they've no need. It is not until we reach full maturity that this intense desire and need for sexual congress develops. In some ways, we are very similar to your kind."

"Why aren't there more?" asked Angelo. "I mean, with all of this sex, why isn't the tank swimming with children?"

"Because, like your race, children do not result from every sexual union."

"Then where do the children come from?"

Marcus was suddenly more quiet. His face seemed almost angry.

"Marcus, the children? How do they come about?"

"That is private," said Marcus coldly. "It is a matter for us alone, and is none of your affair."

"Oh, alright... it just seems like, people and creatures willing to have sex all over the place would..."

"It is quite a different matter," said Marcus. "And I will thank you not to bring up the subject again."

They returned to the main part of the ship in silence - Angelo still perplexed at the odd ways he kept offending these beings who seemed defined by sex and wore no clothes. No kissing after sex. No asking where children came from. Who knew what other boundaries he would overstep unwittingly?

Marcus seemed to recover from his anger, however, and showed Angelo around the rest of the ship in a relatively amiable fashion (amiable for an Aquilan, at least).

"There is the quiet sex lounge, and the rambunctious sex room, the group sex lounge for celebrations and the... what is so funny?"

"It's just, we've passed at least six couples 'coupling' in the corridors," chuckled Angelo. "It seems odd that you need rooms set aside for it."

"I suppose," said Marcus, allowing a half smile. "But for ones such as ourselves, it is necessary."

Angelo was propositioned several times along the way, and though he was sporting a massive erection, he resisted - even though Marcus would have had no problems with any side trips the new liaison wished to take.

They rounded the corner to a more casual area where there were a few couples paired off, but it was the exotic Leneria who caught his eye - it was the first time he'd seen her since the greeting party.

"Leneria!" he called out, "It's good to see you again."

"Ah, Commander Angelo Telegin, I see you are faring well. I trust Marcus has been giving you a good tour of the ship."

"He has indeed. We saw the Aquilans, they were beautiful."

"Yes, our relatives are quite remarkable," agreed Leneria.

Angelo couldn't take his eyes off of her. While he was surrounded by beautiful naked bodies, it was her face that his eyes were drawn to the most. Her Earth-Asian facial features, her light brown skin, her blond hair, and the haunting look in her deep blue eyes - they were truly captivating. Of course, his gaze inevitably drifted south, and he was just as enamored with her trim but ripe body which seemed to call out to him.

He considered the frank nature of the Aquilans and decided to dive in head first.

"Listen, Leneria, I was wondering if we could get together, you know, sexually."

Her face grew cloudy and she looked down.

"I don't think so. Not at this time," she replied.

"I'm sorry if I've offended you," he said. "I meant no disrespect by propositioning you so directly."

"It is no disrespect to make such a request of an Aquilan," said Marcus. "However, I find it odd that one of our women would refuse a liaison. Leneria, can you explain yourself?"

"I'm simply not in the mood," said Leneria. "That answer should suffice. It is a phrase I learned from Neirna - so I would think you would respect that, Marcus."

"Of course," said Marcus in a patient tone, "it is perfectly satisfactory."

"I am in the mood," said a lilting voice belonging to the willowy Lietseleh, "would you care to begin your learning, Commander Angelo Telegin. I am prepared to educate your tongue."

"I would be delighted," said Angelo, sparing a backward glance toward Leneria as he was led off to more comfortable quarters.

"I am still curious about your refusal," said Marcus to Leneria. "Now that the liaison is gone, would you mind elaborating?"

Leneria gathered her thoughts.

"It is their emotions," she said quietly. "They continue to show rude tendencies of attachment and improper emotions."

"I understand," said Marcus. "Many people have commented about Neirna's primary preference toward me as a sexual partner in her last few weeks. Her emotional outbursts in the final days are still puzzling to me."

"Exactly," said Leneria. "I am very busy in studying to be the ship physician. I want sex and I want my job, I have no time to indulge an emotional alien right now."

"Understood," said Marcus, "though I might remind you, the purpose of the liaisons is to teach us how to be less alien. We are, after all, no longer Aquilan, but Aquilis Humanis. Such human emotions might someday be visited upon us."

Leneria turned away from Marcus, not wanting him to see her expression.

"I would hope it would never come to such a thing," she muttered quietly.

She gave silent thanks that Marcus had not asked - why then, if she had objections to the liaisons, had she volunteered to be a member of the greeting party.

***

33, that was the number of women he had slept with in his first two weeks on board.

He had thought about counting the actual number of ejaculations, but had given up. The pheromone-charged air was analogous to an IV drip of old-school Viagra, and many of his fuck-sessions had involved several eruptions - his cock recovering more quickly by the day.

As a result, he was keeping track of one other number - how many ejaculations in one session. The number - eight during his second partnering with Lietseleh: Once in her mouth; twice in her pussy (within the space of five minutes); again in her mouth while they were engaged in a fierce sixty-nine; once deep into her ass; once while she washed him slowly and sensuously; again into her pussy while he took her from behind, and one final time which started with her licking the cum off of his cock and then sucking him to hardness for one final bout.

If there was one thing he was missing - it was a sleeping partner. He'd had 32 sex partners (several of them more than once), but the Aquilans showed no inclination toward sticking around after sex. Without fail, sex would finish and the woman would stand up and leave - ready to pick up with her shipboard duties without missing a beat. He had asked a couple of women to stay the night - but they had simply taken it as an invitation for further coupling.

Angelo thought about it and realized that this could probably be attributed directly to the plasma-based origins. For that form, sleep was a dormant time. The Aquilans around him always slept alone in darkened, private sleep quarters.

Now he was with number 33 - Menaea. She had crimson skin and a startlingly voluptuous body that seemed built for pleasure. In fact, she was built for pleasure. The majority of her genetic code had been pulled from sequences designed during the gene wars of the late 22nd century. Her 'ancestors' had been designed to be the ultimate courtesans and her specific model had been patterned after a character named Dejah Thoris from an ancient science fiction series. She was three quarters 'Dejah' and one quarter Geisha - both portions designed by genetic engineers given free rein to craft the ultimate fantasy woman built for sex and pleasure.

There were many such evocative combinations aboard the ship. It was clear the Aquilans had done quite a bit of experimenting with the genetic materials they had absconded with those many years before.

He certainly had no complaints regarding their tinkering. It was a true rainbow aboard ship, and each Aquilan - man or woman - was a startling yet unique study in physical beauty.

He was currently enraptured watching Menaea's head bob up and down his lighter shaft and the wonderful contrast between her skin and his own. It added to the erotic element.

"Commander Telegin."

She was so talented. Menaea's hands corkscrewed around his cock, her tongue licked tortuously at the top of every stroke.

"Commander Telegin?"

Angelo could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. He debated... prolong things, or simply surrender. The (literally) sex-charged atmosphere of the ship had certainly changed his attitude regarding when to climax. He voted for waiting, but then Menaea pulled her mouth off and slid his cock between her red breasts. Just the visual of his pale cock nestled between her red orbs was all it took to change his mind. A mere four or five strokes was all it took for him to let loose and send the first ivory blast across her crimson mounds.

"Oh gods," he moaned.

"Commander Telegin!"

"What?" he cried, and looked up from his bliss to see Leneria waiting to the side.

"Oh goddds... hello Leneria."

"By all means finish," she said calmly.

Angelo finished and Menaea stood up, wiping the creamy liquid into her skin.

"We can finish another time, Commander," she said, and without another word she departed.

"Commander," said Leneria, "it has been two weeks since you came aboard and it is customary for the liaisons to undergo a physical examination."

"Oh, I've been examined," said Angelo.

Leneria turned to him in surprise.

"But I'm the primary medical expert on the ship, who else would have done an examination?"

"Inspected, probed a couple of times, I'd say a great many women are intimately familiar with great portions of my body."

"I see," said Leneria, "it's a double entendre."

She turned back and continued leading Angelo to the medical suite.

"If you weren't aware, double entendre has little relevance in our culture. I suppose it was an attempt at humor, but it fell on deaf ears."

"Point taken," said Angelo.

They arrived at the medical suite and Angelo was impressed to see they had the most modern of modern medical technology.

Once inside, Leneria was all business.

"Lie down please," she said, gesturing him to an examining couch.

"You bet, doctor," he said with a smile.

"I am not a doctor yet," she said. "I am preparing to sit the examination for my medical certificate in approximately six months' time."

"Okay."

"Now, let me check these readings."

She examined the holographic projection of countless statistics that the med scanner had gathered from Angelo as soon as he sat down. She tapped out a few notes.

"Well?" he asked.

"All systems seem to be optimal. If I would have any concerns it would be your hormone levels. It seems you are responding particularly well to our air mixture. All varieties of leutinizing and follicle stimulating hormone are in the top end of acceptable levels. I'm guessing you are having no problems maintaining erections, nor in producing seminal fluid?"

"True to both of those statements," agreed Angelo.




A Kiss is a Question



"Have you experienced any undue aggressive behavior?"

"No... but frankly I haven't had much chance to enter that arena. Most of that aggression is pretty much being channeled into sexual pursuits.

"I see," said Leneria. "Well, the androgens our atmosphere cause the male body to produce are primarily based toward sexual activity - your circulatory system shows no signs adverse side effects. You also exhibit only a slight increase in muscle tone, but no excessive bulking as one would see with artificial hormones and steroids. I am putting in a note about the elevated levels, however, and would like to examine you again in a week."

Angelo was having problems focusing on what she was saying. Lying there, looking up at her beautiful body and face, he was mesmerized. He tried telling himself it was simply sexual attraction, resulting from the very same hormonal levels she had been describing - but this was a different feeling. Her face was captivating, her words were magical - the tone in her voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and feel the good kind of drowsy.

Almost unconsciously, he reached out and took her hand in his. Surprisingly, she unconsciously returned the gesture and held his hand in hers for several moments as she continued examining the readouts. Eventually, she realized what she had been doing and dropped the hand - blushing slightly.

"Leneria, I..."

"I do not wish to copulate with you," she said coldly, turning away.

"Neither do I," said Angelo.

He sat up so he could be more on her level.

"Then what do you want?" asked Leneria, turning back to him.

"This," he said tenderly.

Taking her face in his hands, he bent down to kiss her oh-so-gently. She returned it, and just as he'd felt when she had been there in the greeting party - he was incredibly dizzy, and he had no doubt she felt the same.

"Why did you do that?" inquired Leneria. "I made it clear I do not desire sexual congress with you. You also stated you didn't want that. Why would you kiss me, then?"

"Because that's not what kissing is always about."

"Of course it is," she insisted. "Kissing stimulates countless nerves in the lips and erogenous zones, particularly when the two people kissing have their bodies touching. What other reason would there be to kiss? I have heard reports from other women aboard who have told of you kissing them after the fact. Other fleet liaisons exhibited similar behavior until we trained them otherwise. Why do you do such things?"

"Because... sometimes," stammered Angelo, "sometimes... kissing doesn't have to lead to sex. Sometimes it is an expression of emotion, of love, of like, of whatever."

"I see," said Leneria, quite coldly. "Is that what that kiss was? An expression of love?"

"Maybe it was... but sometimes a kiss can be a question?"

"A question?" asked Leneria, incredulous.

"Yes, you see, with love it is often a question. A question that can't be answered with words."

"Nonsense. A question is formed with words," insisted Leneria. "In response, the answer also comes in words."

"But not always the true answers. Not when it comes to love. You see, I can ask you if you love me and you will say..."

"No, of course. What a ridiculous notion. Aquilans do not love. Not in the fashion you understand."

"And you are an Aquilan?"

"Yes."

"There, you just lied. You are not an Aquilan. You are a human. Yes, yes, yes - your consciousness began as an Aquilan but you have been living as a human, in the same body for several years now."

"What does that matter?"

"It matters because I'm trying to teach you how to be human."

"I have no desire to be human if it involves such disgusting, taboo subjects as love and emotions."

"Taboo!?! What the hell is it with you people? I can do anything with anyone... and I've done a hell of a lot... but when it comes to babies or love, you get offended?"

"Of course we do!" shouted Leneria.

"Look, you're angry!" shouted Angelo right back. "Good for you! That's an emotion!"

"I AM NOT!" screamed Leneria.

She caught herself.

"I am not," she said, more calmly.

"Yes, you are," insisted Angelo. "But, to get back to my original point. I could ask you if you loved me, and you might speak the words 'yes' or 'no', but the answer you gave me in a kiss could be quite different."

"That's ridiculous," she muttered.

"Is it? Let's just see about that."

He pulled her into another kiss. She fought him at first, then surrendered to his embrace, her body softening against his. After well over a minute, she pulled back - gasping. However, her face hardened again and she turned from him.

"I need you to leave now, Commander Telegin."

"Sure, I'll leave - but now I definitely know the answer."

"Leave!"

"I'm going," said Angelo, "but who can I talk to about this emotional stuff?"

"No one! Now go!"

***

"Movie Night," cried out Menaea with the closest thing to excitement Angelo had seen since coming aboard.

"Movies, awesome!" cried Angelo. "Hey Menaea, do you want to be my date?"

"Your date?" she asked, perplexed. "What is a date?"

"A date is a custom back on earth where someone asks someone they are attracted to accompany them to an event like a dance, or a dinner, or a movie."

"Why don't they just go by themselves?"

"It's part of a courting ritual," explained Angelo.

"Courting? As in legal matters?"

Angelo rolled his eyes.

"No, a mating ritual."

"Like foreplay?" asked the buxom scarlet-skinned woman.

"Sure, like foreplay," said Angelo with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Very well - but the movies are already a form of foreplay in a way. Someone came up with the idea that we all sit next to each other and not touch each other, no matter how tempted we are, for the entire length of the movie. I will confess that some of us often slip. What is involved in and earth date?"

"Pretty much the same thing, I guess -- especially in the earlier years," said Angelo with a laugh. "You just choose someone specific to go with and sit next to. So, I choose you."

"Good," said Menaea, "if the evening goes well, it will give us the chance to complete what we started yesterday before Leneria interrupted."

The room was soon set up with chairs, enough for looked to be the entire crew compliment. Angelo and Menaea found seats and waited patiently.

"What do you think they'll show?" asked Angelo.

"It's hard telling," said Menaea, "but it is always something good."

"Hey Marcus," said Angelo to the strapping young man who was walking in with a tiny young woman wrapped around his waist, suspended on his great cock.

"Angelo!" called Marcus, lifting off the young woman and setting her down with no apology. "I've been meaning to speak to you."

"Fire away," said Angelo, patting the seat next to him.

Marcus sat down and greeted Angelo with a proper handshake.

"I studied Leneria's report of your examination. The part that fascinated me the most was what you said about kissing. You said a kiss is a question. I don't understand. How can one ask a question with no words?"

"Hmm, there's a lot of unspoken questions - at least in ordinary society. I'm sure you have a shoulder shrug, I've seen it. 'What's for dinner?' I ask you. You don't know, but instead of saying 'I don't know' you just..."

To illustrate, Angelo shrugged his shoulders, holding his hands up.

"We do do that, don't we?" exclaimed Marcus. "I don't know if we always did, or if it's something we learned from the liaisons. How fascinating. So, if a kiss is a question - is it merely asking "do you want to have sex?"

"No," explained Angelo. "It's a question of 'do you like me?' or... well, of other things that seem to be pretty off-limits around here."

"Amazing," mused Marcus. "Neirna, your predecessor - she showed a great affinity toward me. I was her primary sexual companion for the last few weeks of her stay with us. She kissed me a great deal: Before sex; after sex; sometimes she would simply kiss me as we passed in the hallway for no apparent reason at all. Do you think she was asking me questions?"

"I'm sure of it," said Angelo quietly.

"I fear my answers were not to her satisfaction," mused Marcus.

"I'm sure of that too," said Angelo.

Just then, the lights dimmed and the couples yet to be seated proceeded to their seats.

Angelo looked about at the gathered crowd. Going to the movies was one of the fascinating traditions that had survived over the centuries. Time and again, it had been predicted that people would cease attending videos en masse, but the group gathering always made a resurgence. Like many people, he wasn't even sure why they were called movies - but he loved them all the same. He was looking very forward to what they were going to show.

His jaw dropped, however, when the screen lit up and the first words to show was a disclaimer that all performers in the video were of legal age and had given consent to be in explicit scenes.

Cheesy music began, and Angelo groaned as the screen showed the title "Assteroid Whores - The Sequel - starring Andromeda Mist"

"I admire Andromeda," whispered Menaea, "she's so flexible."

Angelo tried watching for a little while but then excused himself, though Menaea seemed too entranced to even notice his departure.

He was soon wandering the mostly empty corridors of the ship, an odd experience in two ways. One, the ship was always bustling with life. Two, that bustling life was always 'bustling' in many other ways - quite often sexual.

Angelo found it refreshing. It gave him a chance to truly appreciate the elegant engineering of the Aquilans. They had borrowed from every style going from ancient art deco to aqueous modern, forging the Alshain into a ship with sleek and sensuous lines throughout.

He found himself passing the med center and was surprised to see Leneria working inside. He stepped in and she looked up with a mixture of annoyance and feigned patience.

"Greetings, Commander Telegin. I would have thought you would be at the movies."

"I tried, but since I'm pretty much surrounded by the real thing - it wasn't all that entertaining."

"What do you mean the real thing?" inquired Leneria.

"I mean, if I wanted to see a bunch of people having sex, I would have just gone to the nearest 'lounge'."

"But it isn't the same at all," argued Leneria, "the people in the movies are professionals. The camera, the lighting - it changes the experience entirely."

"Okay, whatever you say. But do you ever watch real movies?"

"By real, I suppose you mean the pornographic variety where people expose themselves," said Leneria with an air of disgust.

"Expose themselves?" asked Angelo, perplexed. "How exactly do they expose themselves?"

"Emotionally. They are naked, exposed to their very core. It is shameful."

"That's your definition of exposed?"

Angelo was finally starting to make a tiny bit of sense of the Aquilans.

"Commander, you no doubt have some understanding of our race. We find our bodies to be joyful things which bring us great pleasure. It is in our very core to do so. However, it continues to perplex us that humans are so frank and open with their emotions."

"Why?" asked Angelo, desperately. "Why are you so guarded with your emotions?"

"Again, I will warn you that is private. It is the most private thing you could ask."

Angelo persisted.

"But that's the point, isn't it? That's what I'm supposed to find out. The inhabitants of the Alshain are supposed to come to an understanding about humanity and vice-versa."

"To an extent," replied Leneria through a tight-lipped scowl. "But there are boundaries."

"Fine!" said Angelo.

"Fine!" said Leneria in a tone she did not wish to take.

Angelo stormed back to his cabin.

It had been a little over two weeks. He had yet to examine the vidlogs of his predecessors. He was tempted to start with Neirna, but decided to go all the way back to the beginning.

The very first liaison had been one Captain Macy Quextil, a blue-skinned woman no-doubt descended from the Xfelsians. She was a striking, powerful looking woman. The camera turned on her and she had tousled hair and was holding a towel to her chest. She was giggling.

"Well now," she said with a smile. "The instructions were very specific regarding these records. They are only for the liaisons and we are to be as frank as we wish."

Inadvertently, she let the towel fall.

"Oops," she said with a sigh. "Well, if you're watching this, seeing a bit of my skin won't mean all that much, will it? In a word, this ship - is - heaven. I have had more men here in a few weeks than in all my years combined, even on my spring break to the pleasure planets. They are wonderful lovers, too - each of them.

"I know they've spiked the air, but I really don't care. As for their emotions - well, I don't know what to say about that. I think it's just that they've never had someone to show them. I have my eyes on Paulus, who I suspect may be particularly ready to tip over into emotions once he has the chance. But for now, I'm just having a hell of a good time - I hope you do, too."

The next entry was marked three weeks later. Macy had a colder look in her eyes - an exhausted, forlorn expression.

"I don't know what to do," she said in a tired tone. "I keep thinking I see a glimmer, but then it goes away. There's some barrier between them and emotions. I try talking to them about love and caring - and it's like I said I was into incest to a religious zealot. They just shut down and turn away. These men are so beautiful, they're all so beautiful, but without anything underneath they might as well be statues."

Her final entry was one of tears, and anger.

"I can't wait," she said, "I can't wait to get back to the real world - to real men. I don't know what I'm going to do other than grab the first man I see - any man, and take him to bed. I want to make love, I don't want to fuck. I've been fucking my brains out for three months now and I've never felt so empty. Just a smile, just a laugh while a man is inside me - that's all I want now."

Angelo started skipping through ten vidlogs and he was struck by the nearly identical pattern in each of them. Week two, euphoria. Week four - frustration. Week eight - anger. Week ten - depression. Final week, defeated resignation.

Here he was, week two, but the euphoria had already begun to flag. There were several women who lingered in his mind; Menaea, with her lush body and beautiful skin; A'nish with her dark beauty; and above all Leneria - with whom he had never shared the slightest true physical intimacy.

He pondered his situation for a while and then emerged from the liaison cabin on a mission.

He first went to the medical quarters, but Leneria wasn't there. Next, he began a search of the ship. She was nowhere to be found, yet he kept searching - turning down propositions right and left.

At last, he was able to find someone who had seen Leneria in the Center. Donning goggles, it was there that he found her. She was looking up in to the gaseous expanse, her hands and body pressed against the glass as though communing with the inhabitants.

"Can you speak with them?" he asked softly.

"Oh, hello Commander Angelo," she said. "No, we cannot communicate with them, per se. We can detect their concerns and sense a general tone - but it is only through a special interface in a separate room that we can have a coherent conversation."

"I see," said Angelo, though it wasn't quite clear.

"I can tell some of their thoughts, however, by inference. Do you see that female there?"

She pointed to large tubule to their left.

"Yes."

"She is our most proficient engineer," said Leneria. "She was a lead engineer for the Alshain and is near completion of designs for the Alshain II, a ship which will make this one seem primitive by comparison. Ah, here comes a male to help her complete her designs?"

They watched as a non-hollow cylinder drifted toward the female in question and began to slide into her opening.

Subconsciously, Angelo now found himself behind Leneria. His skin was just brushing hers, his painfully rigid member was nestled prominently against her shapely ass.

"Is he an engineer, too?" asked Angelo.

Leneria turned to look at him, pushing instinctively back against his firmness.

"The male," continued Angelo (though he was having difficulty concentrating), "is he also an engineer? So he can help?"

"No," said Leneria softly.

It seemed she was also having difficulty concentrating.

"The uh... the way we... the way they work," she said in a near whisper - her hand reached behind her to gently stroke Angelo. That contact seemed to provide some sort of anchor to help her concentrate again. "The way Aquilans think is through the energy provided by sexual contact. They think all of the time, of course, but for difficult tasks such as what she is doing - she needs that added energy."

"Like computers?" suggested Angelo. "A computer needs extra power for the extra cycles."

"In a way."

Leneria sighed as Angelo's shaft found its way into her. Entering her from behind, she simply braced herself against the glass and the two of them kept watching the union in the tank - as they formed a union of their own.

"Too bad humans don't work that way," said Angelo. "If we could think and fuck, I'd have won the Galactic Nobel in the last couple of weeks."

"We have noticed that about this form," said Leneria with a gasp and a thrust backward against his cock. "We find it a bit frustrating that our cognitive reasoning is impaired by sexual congress. However, we have endeavored to overcome this shortcoming in our own unions."

"Yes," grunted Angelo with thrust. "I was amazed at the way Bellen was able to review some schematics while she was giving me oral pleasure."

"Indeed," agreed Leneria. "She has always been gifted in splitting her focus. Oh look, the engineer is doubtless making progress on her designs."

The pair they were watching was now in full union. The male was sliding through to one end of the female, fully emerging, then diving back through her inner cavity. With each slide a lightning-storm of electrical and chemical activity lit up the Center and the female was glowing brighter.

Half-consciously, Angelo began timing his thrusts to match those of the male. He was even removing himself and plunging back into Leneria. The aura infusing the Center was palpable and it was clear (if what Leneria said was true) that the female had climaxed and doubtless reached some sort of clear breakthrough in her ship designs.

"Oh Commander," cried Leneria. "I desire you, so."

She pulled off of him and turned to face him. She leapt into his arms and wrapped herself around him. He lifted her onto a nearby railing against a wall and began pumping with even more energy.

His body was reveling in the feeling. As had happened with their very first kiss, there was that indescribable 'more' between the two of them. Each place their bodies touched, each plunge into her moist pussy, his body practically sang in celebration. What was more, she seemed to be returning the feeling - to be experiencing it herself. More than any other Aquilan woman, she was moaning and panting at their union. Others had made some noises - but ones akin to what someone might make at a difficult sporting match in the heat of a difficult tennis volley or the like. Leneria was moaning from pleasure and he thought he detected the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

"Fill me up, Commander Angelo," she panted, "fill me up with your beautiful cock and your delicious semen. I've been desiring it for so long. Oh. Ohhhh!"




A Kiss is a Question



His long and powerful thrusts had at last achieved their goal. Her body began to shake as the climax arrived and she clawed at him desperate, raking her fingernails across his back.

"Oh, so beautiful, so beautiful this feels," she moaned. "Never have I... felt... oh!"

She was wracked by an even larger orgasm and now all she could do was arch her back and cry out silently, her mouth open but no sounds capable of coming out.

Once it had passed she begged him to do the same.

"Now you, Commander. Now you, let me feel your pleasure."

Angelo soon did as she asked - his body responding to her overwhelming pleasure. He didn't know how, but he was able to remain standing as volumes of cum emptied into her moist and ready interior.

"That's it, commander," she murmured. "Fill me up. How I love the feeling of you."

As his last load was finishing, he lowered his lips to hers and they began to kiss fervently. They continued doing so, even as his cock temporarily lost its stiffness and slipped out of her, sending a gush down her thighs.

"I love kissing you," he whispered. "Your lips are electric, magical."

"I love kissing you, too..." she began - and then she stopped herself short.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Kissing you," he said, confused.

"Stop," she demanded. "We are done with coitus. There is no need for such things - they serve no purpose - these extra kisses."

"But they feel good," protested Angelo, trying to kiss her again.

"No. They don't," she argued and she pushed herself away from his embrace. "We are done. I knew this was a mistake. I knew you would try to insinuate yourself further with improper emotions."

"But..."

"Goodbye, Commander."

She left. Just like that.

Angelo turned to the tank where the tube-like female Aquilan was floating close by, her own post-sex glow beginning to diminish.

"I don't suppose you'd like to explain," he said in a wry tone.

The glowing creature had nothing to offer.

***

The next two days were ones of frustration for Angelo. As before, Leneria was now avoiding any sort of contact with him. While he did couple with two other women, it felt empty and more boring - satisfying a mere yearning from his heightened sexual state, not anything like the near-spiritual union he had experienced with Leneria.

He finally found her one day, passing her in the corridor.

"Leneria," he said, taking her wrist.

"Commander Telegin," she said, "I take it from your physical contact that you desire to copulate. I do not wish to do so with you at this time, but thank you."

She tried to pull away, but he insisted, pulling her to the side.

"Leneria," he said in a whisper. "I don't wish to copulate, either."

"You don't?" she asked, curiously.

"No, well, I would, but I wish to speak to you," he said. "I want to talk about our time together. When we made love."

"Such a vulgar expression you have," complained Leneria. "Adding emotional overtones to such a marvelous physical act. I do recall having sex with you. What do you wish to discuss about our coupling?"

"The feeling," he said. "How wonderful it felt. That's what I'd like to discuss. It was amazing."

"Yes," she agreed. "There was a great deal of physical pleasure in the act. I thank you for that. Now, I have duties to attend to."

"No," insisted Angelo. "It was more than that. It felt good here."

He tapped his heart to illustrate.

"It felt good here, and I think it felt good to you, too. You know, emotionally."

Her eyes clouded over with darkness and she looked down.

"No, it didn't," she argued. "And how dare you make such accusations toward me. I am not some common human, Commander Telegin. Aquilans do not tangle up our physical pleasures with improper emotions."

"Why not?" cried Angelo. "Why the hell not?!"

"It is not done," said Leneria.

Just then, a very tall bronze-skinned Aquilan male rounded the corner and she pulled away and dashed to him.

"Ganling, I have an intense need for sex right now," she said, taking him by the hand.

"Very well, Leneria. I will gladly assist," he said calmly.

She sat him down in a nearby chair and was kneeling before him within seconds. Angelo could only watch in stunned silence as she brought Ganling to firmness and then mounted him.

"That's it, Ganling," she said, though her gaze was aimed directly at Angelo. "Plain and pure sex, that is all I need or desire."

Angelo turned in humiliation, not wishing her to see the shocked tears forming in his eyes.

Once he was around a corner, he stopped and gathered himself.

"Fuck it," he said to himself through gritted teeth. "If I'm going to be here, and if it is really like the others said - I might as well get the most out of it."

***

107. That was the count. One hundred and seven separate bodies out of the 160-plus women aboard. Five weeks in, and he was damned sure he was going to bed them all.

He would have been even further along, if it weren't for the lovely Menaea who kept beckoning his body with her crimson skin and supple body.

It was clear her seductive pleasure-based charms had their sway over Angelo. It was rare that a day went by when he didn't partner up with her at least once - and she seemed quite amenable to his attentions.

If she were a true human, she might have detected an odd emotional removal in his manner - but in her eyes, he was simply becoming more Aquilan with each union.

Angelo also wasn't wanting for partners. Not that there were many unwilling participants in the oversexed atmosphere of the ship, but if practice makes perfect, Angelo was practicing a great amount and his sexual reputation began to precede him.

His reserves were apparently unlimited. He was almost always erect and his time from ejaculation to firmness was generally less than a minute. Even sleep seemed less necessary. He found himself frequently waking up from stiff yearning - seeking out partners after scarcely an hour of sleep.

It was one such occasion that spurred him onto his greatest heights (or lows, as it might have seemed in hindsight). He awoke with his hand stroking a painful erection - dreamlike images of Leneria still lingering in his mind.

He sent a quick message seeking out Menaea and then started for the group sex lounge, hoping to find it full. All he found, however, were two women lingering outside and waiting for more to gather. A'nish and Ophalis greeted him courteously.

A'nish, of course, he knew from many occasions. Ophalis, however, he had yet to have sex with.

"I am pleased to see you here," said the lithe brunette. "I have heard from many that you are quite expert in sexual endeavors and have learned a great deal since you came aboard."

"Yes, I certainly came aboard," muttered Angelo.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing," he replied. "Ah, you're here," he said to Menaea who had just arrived. "Now we can get this party started."

"Shouldn't we wait for others?" asked Ophalis.

"I think I can take more than good care of you," said Angelo. "If anyone else comes along, they can just dive in when they get here."

Within minutes of entering the lounge, Angelo was enjoying the pleasures of number 108, Ophalis, who was riding him reverse cowgirl, while he also lapped hungrily away at A'nish who sat astride his face while she stimulating Menaea.

Given the very polarized sexual origins of the Aquilans, there was little true homosexuality aboard the ship - but they had no problem with stimulating others of the same sex when awaiting a new partner.

The yearning Angelo had felt since he awakened that day soon reached the boiling point. A'nish sensed it and crawled off of him as he gasped out in pleasure. He reached around Ophalis, grabbed her tiny breasts and caressed them as he exploded inside of her. She arched her back in pleasure and leaned back into him as he continued pounding, even as he squirted. Soon, she was gasping with her own orgasm - Angelo never breaking his pace.

"You are good," she complimented him. "I look forward to coupling with you again."

"That might be sooner than you think," he said in a determined tone.

There was something different inside of him. He had experienced the joy of climax and the spray of ejaculation, but no release. He felt the same hunger inside that he'd felt when he awoke and his cock was, if anything, even more rigid.

"You are certainly ready," said A'nish. "Do you wish for me to assist with that?"

"Absolutely," said Angelo, "but not with your mouth. I only want one thing right now."

Angelo lifted A'nish up on a nearby couch, perfectly designed and padded for the activity at hand. He pushed up her legs to her chest and spread them wide, placing his cock at her moistened opening.

"Are you ready," he asked.

"Absolutely, Commander Telegin, Oh!"

He had buried himself entirely into her with one surprising thrust, causing her to gasp.

"You are quite deep, Commander," she said. "It feels quite pleasurable in this... oh!"

He had done it again. Had he been capable of coherent thought, the nearest emotion he could have found would have been 'rage'. He felt angry, somehow, and the only way to quench this torrid fire in his body was to fuck with absolute abandon. He began pounding at a slow, determined pace - each thrust a lunge of passion, stabbing deep into A'nish's cunt.

"Oh! My!" she cried repeatedly.

The other two women simply watched in wonder as Angelo continued with the same force, but ever-so-slowly increased his pace. Though the Aquilans were mostly silent, A'nish was soon moaning as each thrust rocked her body - her melon-like breasts flowing in wavelike motion. After nearly twenty minutes, he was only up to a pace of perhaps one thrust per second - but he showed no mercy.

A'nish was feeling the results of his onslaught, however, and her climax soon arrived.

"Ooh," she cried.

"Ooh," she moaned.

"Oooh!" she cried out. "Oh Commander, what are you doing to me?"

She gasped out in ecstasy, her hands clenching and unclenching at open air, her eyelids closed in rapture.

And still, Angelo didn't waver. For another several minutes he kept going, still not varying his pace. At the twenty-two minute mark, A'nish fell into another climax. At twenty-four, yet another, and that one didn't stop - she was crying out in ways she never had before, even with the best lovers aboard the ship.

At twenty-six minutes she begged him -

"Please, Commander. Please fill me up. Cum for me."

He did just that, his heart pounding insistently, he dumped another load into a willing partner - if there wasn't as much cum this time, the climax itself was more intense and he fell upon her, kissing her desperately as his hips contracted in pleasure.

Still, there was no release. He was just as hard, just as hungry for more.

He stumbled to the refreshment bar in the room, gulping down almost two liters of water to replenish the fluids he had both surrendered to sweat and expelled from his cock.

He looked up to see that a crowd had gathered around the edges of the room. Some were engaged in light sex, but the majority - it seemed - were merely there to observe the sexual display - the word of which had spread like wildfire through the ship.

"My turn?" asked the sensuous Menaea.

"Absolutely," agreed Angelo.

In terms of practice, he and Menaea had certainly perfected a great deal of their technique. With their frequent partnering, they had developed that unique shorthand of familiar lovers. They proceeded to put on an extraordinary sexual exhibition - transitioning from one position to the next with Angelo rarely needing to pull his cock from inside of her.

From sitting to standing to lying down, Angelo and Menaea essentially worked their way through the ancient Kama Sutra before the gathering crowd.

In part owed to her genetic legacy, Menaea was multi-orgasmic and each position had the reward of hearing her squeal with joy.

Angelo himself continued to be tireless.

It was while they were standing, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands beneath her ass as he suspended her on his cock, that he had the first truly surprising eruption.

She was cumming, gasping in his arms, when he felt his loins tighten. Together, they climaxed even further, his white syrup pouring into her. Yet, that wasn't the end. Scarcely had the eruption finished when he felt another orgasm beginning. He wasn't sure how, but he was able to keep holding onto her as she bounced on his tireless cock - another rope of white heat shot into her already dripping pussy. The orgasm was so intense he had no choice but to drop down as his knees buckled - but still they stayed connected - cock-to-pussy.

He fell atop her, his hips still pounding and she cried out in a raspy voice as he pushed her over the edge once again.

He was on a mission, one he couldn't stop. Once she seemed satisfied, he stood and grabbed a water bottle someone offered him - guzzling the majority of it and spraying the remainder over his chest.

"All three of you," he rasped. "On your hands and knees and get ready."

He placed himself behind Ophalis, admiring the view of her long body - the way her narrow hips curved into her long and beautiful back. He pushed himself into her and began.

He was done with the regulated pace he had taken with A'nish. There was an urgency now that he had to satisfy. One thrust, two thrusts, and then - attack. He started jackhammering his hips with rapidity that amazed even himself. Though his heart was pounding, he would not stop. Faster and faster he pounded until he heard the telltale cry from Ophalis.

"That's it! Cum! Cum for me! Cum around my cock!"

Ophalis did just that, her legs tightening, her ass pushing back into him fiercely. He yelled out in ecstasy as he cut loose with his own orgasm - pounding away until she fell exhausted to the floor.

Taking only the amount of time it took to switch, he proceeded to give A'nish the same treatment - leaving her gasping to dive into Menaea.

From her, he returned to Ophalis and took her missionary style - using long strokes that sent her into oblivion even more rapidly.

"I can take no more Commander," she gasped. "You have defeated me - but what a lovely defeat."

He moved on to A'nish, who led him to a special chair which levitated and even had handles which allowed him to push her to and from his body. She took longer, but was also forced to capitulate in the sexual battle he had undertaken.

Now it was Menaea's turn once more. Choosing to give him at least some sort of rest, she pushed him to the ground and crouched over him, her feet upon the ground, her hands on her chest, - allowing her to bounce up and down upon his miraculous tool.

"Shall we?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah," he answered.

It would prove to be the most legendary single session in the history of the ship. Menaea, descended from genes designed for pleasure - Angelo, driven by an unknown force that wouldn't let him stop. He actually came first, but he never paused and his added cum served to lubricate her even more. Next it was her, and she cried out as tremors shook her body. After the second set of orgasms, she had to drop down onto her knees - her thighs too weak from the tremors.

The blood was pounding in Angelo's ears. The world looked almost red from the lusty rage filling his body.

He took her fall to her knees as yet one more challenge and began thrusting from below, pulsing even more rapidly than he had with Ophalis.

"Oh Commander. Oh Angelo!" she cried as he thrusted almost angrily to keep her orgasm continuing. "I can take no more."

"Yes, you can," he groaned. "I'm not done. I can't stop."

"But you must, look at your face," she whispered.

She put a tender hand to his cheek which was almost as red as her own skin from a feverish blush.

"I'm fine," he growled. "I just need more. Ohh, here it comes again!"

He exploded inside of her once more, and this time it felt as though his very insides were pouring out - or at least every drop of fluid was being sucked from within.

"Enough," she cried, leaping off of him, even as his cock continued to spray across his chest.

"No," he groaned. "I can't. I can't stop."

His hips continued to buck, even without her on him, and spurt after spurt spilled across his chest.

Marcus, who had been watching, rushed to Angelo's side and felt his forehead.

"He's burning up," he said in a worried tone. "And his pulse is dangerously fast."

"I need another woman," cried Angelo. "I can't stop. I can't ever stop.

Still, the cum was pouring out.

"Get me water. Cold water," called Marcus. "And find Leneria."

A'nish rushed to a comm screen and sent out an urgent page for Leneria. Her face appeared.

"Leneria, you must come to the group lounge," she said.

"I've heard of the Commander's exploits. I've no need to see for myself," said Leneria in a terse tone.

"No, he's in some sort of overload. Get here now!"

Marcus and some others had formed a sort of miniature fire-brigade, bearing cups of frigid water to pour over Angelo's burning skin. Still, his hips were bucking involuntarily and even though there as little fluid left to expel, his cock still twitched with endless orgasms.

"It hurts," he moaned to Menaea, who held his hand in concern. "It feels so good, but hurts as well - when will it stop?"

Leneria came dashing in, an emergency medikit on her wrist and ran a quick scan.

"My word," she muttered. "He's quite near cardiac arrest."

She tapped a quick sequence on the medikit and a narrow needle snaked out, jabbing into Angelo's skin. His eyes grew heavy, though his hips continued twitching even as he lost consciousness.

***

"You quite likely saved his life."

Angelo was barely conscious and couldn't seem to open his eyes.

He heard Leneria's voice saying. "His core temperature was so high his organs would have begun shutting down were it not for that water."

"I still don't understand," said the voice of Marcus. "How did his hormonal levels get so elevated? You had noted unusual levels after the first fortnight. After that I can find no record of a reading."

"I... I didn't perform one," said Leneria's voice. "He... I... the commander made me uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable how?" demanded another voice that Angelo believed to belong to Menaea.

"Emotionally. He made too many emotional statements and..."

"That's no excuse," quipped Menaea. "True humans do such things. You know that. All of us have experienced such behavior. We simply ignore it and move on."

"Yes, but the way he did this - it made me uncomfortable," argued Leneria. "Emotionally. He made me emotionally uncomfortable."

The statement hung in the air for what seemed an eternity.

"I see," said Marcus. "That is unusual - but protocol dictates you should have delegated your duties."

"I know," murmured Leneria. "And for that, I am truly ashamed."

"Are you... are you crying?" said Menaea.

"Yes, I am," sobbed Leneria. "And I apologize. Please continue supervising his recovery. The computer has outlined the appropriate plans."

Angelo heard the sound of footsteps running away.

"How remarkable," said Marcus.

"Yes, the poor girl," said Menaea.

"That's one way to view it," said Marcus softly.

Consciousness once more slipped away from Angelo.

***

Angelo had been dreaming. He'd been on ship occupied by sex-crazed Aquilans with an aversion to emotions. He'd been with woman after woman - but there had been one... Leneria, who had captured his heart.

It had been some dream.

He opened his eyes.

It had not been a dream.

Leneria was there, attending to various duties in the medical suite. She was just as naked and captivating as ever.