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It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 01

By: bashfullyshameless



Note: Fans of my previous work might do well to skip straight to the Author's Note on page four before reading. Otherwise, hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: It Really Wasn't My Idea

"So Alyssa told us to ask you what you did in the Navy without telling you that she told us to," the very pretty woman in front of me at the table grinned. "Said it was pretty macho but you wouldn't brag about it unless we prompted you, which I have to say is really kind of charming."

Naturally I blushed. My eyebrows went up as I looked over at my roommate and lifelong friend, who glared at Stacy with her jaw visibly clenched. Stacy just kept on grinning, glancing at Alyssa only for a moment before leaning forward on the table with interest. She batted her eyelashes at me from underneath her curly blonde hair. Another man would've had a hard time not staring down at the inviting cleavage presented by the plunging neckline of her dress. It wasn't entirely easy for me, either, but I was always more about faces. Hers was delicate, vibrant and gorgeous.

"Specifically, what she said was to not make it obvious that she told us to bring it up," elaborated Monica, who sat on my left directly across from Stacy. She was every bit as much of a knockout as Stacy, with short, boyishly-cut black hair and perfect mocha skin. Like Stacy, she was dressed to kill, clad in a flattering green dress that didn't reach all that far down past the hips. Like Stacy, she was hard not to stare at.

Alyssa had hinted at introducing me to a couple of her college friends awhile ago. I had seen pictures, but I didn't realize she was talking about these college friends. Moreover, the pictures hadn't done them justice. I knew her friends were pretty, but I didn't know they would be the sort that were so hot that men were often too intimidated to approach them. Hell, I would have been too intimidated, had Alyssa not invited them out to dinner with us.

Thank God I had shaved and thrown on a decent shirt. I had thought this was just casual.

Monica casually waved her spoon at Alyssa's glare. "And see, that glare she's giving right now? That means she's pissed at us for blowing it, but she knows it's funny so she's not really that mad. But you probably know that look, huh?"

"Oh, I know the look," I smiled. "I've gotten it a lot." I glanced over at my lifelong best friend, who in turn promptly kicked me in the shin under the table. I knew that was coming, too, but I took it in stride. I would have said she was even more beautiful when she was angry if I didn't still have the scar from the first time I told her that in high school. "That's her 'don't blow my scam' look. Mostly I got it whenever I talked to her parents."

"Yeah, we know about her family," Monica said with obvious disdain. "They all sound batshit crazy." She caught another glare from Alyssa. I wasn't even looking Alyssa's way at that point. I knew what it felt like to be next to the glare. Monica nudged my arm a bit, saying, "Anyway, the Navy thing."

I wasn't sure what to say right away. I paused, looking down at the remnants of the warm, deep-dish pan cookie between the four of us as all my nerves came back to me. Harassing Alyssa was second nature. Being the center of attention from stunningly hot women (Alyssa aside) wasn't. I don't think I was ever so nervous in all my life. It was all I could do not to let it show.

"I was a corpsman. That's the Navy's word for 'medic.' I ran around with a bunch of Marines, 'cause they don't have their own medics. Not a big deal, really," I shrugged.

Alyssa kicked me in the shins again. "Way to sell it, baby bro," she frowned. At twenty-five, she was all of four months older than I was, and we weren't at all related. But she had called me that from the beginning. It was a constant reminder of how I was categorized in her life. "He's got like a fat stack of medals in a drawer at home."

"Aw, half of those are for tying my shoes correctly," I countered, "and a lot of the rest are like group awards."

"Oh, now I know you must be a war hero if you're all shy about it," Monica grinned. I blushed again. She noted my color with a simple "Mm-hmf."

"Alyssa said you got hurt," Stacy said. "That's why you're out now, right?"

"Well..." I trailed off. "I got some shrapnel in the arm and leg from a bomb, but that's totally not why I got discharged. See, one night at a forward operating base, I'm hanging out with some of the guys and this one Marine manages to slice his hand open while he's opening a beer bottle -- don't ask, I still don't know. My gear is further away than one of the supply closets, so I drag him off to get him patched up. I just sit him down at a table in another room where there aren't half-drunk Marines being stupid so nobody would mess with him until I'm done fixing him up.

"Only when I hit the supply closet, I find the C.O. of the base standing there in the dark with one of the platoon leaders there, um, on his knees in front of him and the C.O.'s trying to pull up his pants."

"Both guys?" Monica blinked. I nodded. "Wow," she smirked.

Stacy giggled. "What did you do?"

I shrugged, unable to hold back my own grin. "Well that's really something I don't want to see, right? I mean I know instantly that there's just no way that turns out well for me, but it's too late now and I gotta admit, it's really funny. So I just say, 'I don't have to ask and you don't have to tell, sirs,' grab the peroxide and a bandage kit and head out to do my thing."

My company laughed appreciatively. I poked at the cookie with my spoon. "So then, three weeks later when I'm in the infirmary with my arm and leg cut up and they're deciding what to do with me and whether I can stay or if I have to go, the C.O. walks in, takes one look at my chart -- and I know damn well he doesn't know how to read it -- and he decides it's time for old Petty Officer McLoughlin and all his inconvenient knowledge to move on. Turns out he knew an awful lot of pretty influential people who got to decide stuff on my behalf."

"Do you regret it?" Stacy asked.

"What, not ratting them out?" I blinked. "Of course not. Whole problem is that they have to hide it in the first place. C.O. may have been a bit paranoid, but I can't say I blame him."

"No, I mean getting out of the Navy."

I shook my head. "Not really. On the one hand I felt bad about leaving the guys I was with because they were still going to be in a war zone without me, but past that I was about done with the military. I thought about trying to stay. I mean I'm really not crippled or anything. But while I was in the hospital, Alyssa sent me an email that just said, 'Come home!' in all caps, so that was that."

"Awww!" the two ladies responded. I blushed.

"Home didn't mean California?" Monica asked.

Again, I shook my head. "No, Alyssa's the only family I've really got. My family disowned me for being a fascist baby killer when I joined the Navy. Turns out I delivered two babies in Afghanistan and one in Iraq, so the joke's on them, I guess."

I put a spoonful of moist cookie in my mouth, expecting laughter. I got sympathetic stares instead. That made me self-conscious all over again. "Um," I mumbled, "I didn't mean to make that sound like a cry for help. Now I feel all emo."

Stacy smiled, reaching out to take my wrists and pull them down onto the table. She slid her hands up to my elbows as she looked them over. Her eyes looked up at mine. It was God. Damn. Sexy. "No scars here," she said very smoothly. "You don't seem emo to me."

"You've got scars, though, right?" Monica asked. She revved up the purr in her voice, too. "Do we get to see your scars?"

I blinked. I was, in fact, quite intimidated by these two women now. "I dunno," I said with all the courage I could muster, "is this a date? I usually save them for dates."

Monica's smile was sly. "Could be," she answered.

"We're pretty adaptable," Stacy agreed.

I swallowed. Alyssa gave my leg a nudge under the table. "He's coming home with me tonight, ladies," she said.

"Killjoy," Stacy said.

"Cockblocker," Monica concurred. I blinked. She winked at me. I chuckled as if she meant it as a joke, but I wasn't entirely sure.

"Bite me," Alyssa told them lightly. "And don't tease him. You've both got other plans for tonight."

The other ladies sighed. "We do," Stacy admitted, looking at Monica's nod of agreement. "We should get going, too. But it's very nice meeting you, Kyle."

"We'll see you again soon," Monica smiled.

Alyssa gave her the glare. I wasn't looking her way, but like I said, at this point I could feel it. The glare faded into an approving smile when both of the ladies rose and planted friendly kisses on my cheek before they sauntered out. I stared in longing awe as they left. Alyssa was very understanding about it, and didn't speak until they were gone. "Well?" she asked.

"I'd kill or die for either of them," I said flatly.

"You'd do that for big, sweaty Marines, too. And total strangers. I want to know what you think of them." Her grin was triumphant. "Don't hold back. Which one did you like best?"

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Alyssa was every bit as smoking hot as either of them. She had big, beautiful brown eyes, dark brown hair and a smile that literally improved my day every time I saw it. Debate all you want about whether a guy can be friends with a woman without wanting to sleep with her. I really don't care. She's a heart-stopper, and I love her, but she was my friend. I long ago stopped being jealous of other guys who went out with her. Now I sincerely wanted her to find good ones.

So when she asked me which one I liked "best," the honest answer would have been her, but I knew better than to say that.

"Good God, do I have to choose?" I chuckled.

Alyssa's smile only intensified. "Not really."

My chuckle turned into a genuine laugh. "What, you think either of them would want to go out with me? Seriously? I can't keep up with that. Both of them would break me."

"So you're saying you wouldn't date either of them?"

"No, I'm saying that I expect I'd go down in flames trying," I told her. "Seriously, they're really nice, but I really don't think I've got a chance there. They're both way out of my league. I don't want to doubt your resources, but you really don't think you could get either one of them to actually go out with me on a real date, do you?"

"Why not? You're a good guy. You're cute. You're funny. You just totally aced that interview. And you've got a great reference," she added pointedly.

"What, that? That was an interview?" I smirked.

"What else did you think it was?"

"Alyssa, I'm a twenty-four year-old guy with no job. I'm a month out of Afghanistan. I'm sure they think I'm going to collapse under PTSD any minute."

She shrugged. "You'll start college next semester. You're not going to wind up on the street. I won't let you," she winked. "Anyway. They like you. I can tell." Her grin faded a bit, but didn't disappear as she picked up her drink. "So you really don't have a preference?"

"Not really. They're both amazing. Wish I had a real chance with either one of them."

She sipped her drink. "Good."

* * *

The first thing I did when I got home that night was to sit right down in front of my computer and get right back onto the job search. There's nothing like meeting a couple of phenomenally attractive women and having to admit that you have no job to motivate you -- which isn't to say that I hadn't put in a couple hours on the search before dinner (and every night for days on end before that), but still.

Unfortunately, my best job skills just weren't in demand. Seattle had plenty of paramedics and EMTs. Nobody within a reasonable commute range was hiring. And I have to say, when you've got such a specific set of training and experience, it can be really hard to look good to employers who want something completely different.

Which isn't to say I was interested in giving up, but I was already at a point where I was looking well below my own standards. I just wanted a job. Any job. Know what the difference was between me and the guy flippin' burgers at McDonald's? That dude had a job.

I was interrupted by a knock on my door. "Kyle?" Alyssa sang out, jarring me out of my frustration. "Can you come to the door?"

I smirked. She probably figured I might want some "private time" after dinner. Alyssa had been getting ready for a weekend road-trip, but that was ordinary. It was the main reason we had to call it a night so early after dinner with Stacy and Monica. I was already half-undressed, so I paused to throw on a t-shirt.

When I opened the door, I found Alyssa wrapped in her terrycloth bathrobe but still all made up to go out. She seemed a bit on edge, and a little urgent. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked.

"No, Alyssa, what's up? Something wrong?"

"No, no," she said, shaking her head and taking my hand in hers. "There's just...someone downstairs I'd like you to meet."

I hadn't heard anyone come in. Her hand trembled a bit, and she bit her lip now and again. She was very nervous. "Okay, sure," I shrugged, and squeezed her hand a little bit. Holding hands was a bit new. "It's cool." She smiled, nodded, and tugged my hand to lead me downstairs. "Have you been seeing someone special?" I asked with a wry smirk.

"Uh," she blinked, "you could maybe say that." She took a deep, steadying breath as we rounded the corner to the living room...

...and came face to face with a seven-foot-tall, muscular green guy with small nubby horns on his forehead, yellow eyes and an odd assortment of what looked like armor over his clothes.

I blinked. This was no costume. You could just tell.

"Kyle," Alyssa said, her voice quivering just a bit, "this is Lord Kruune. Of the Konlogath Empire, which is...um...a ways away from Earth. We've known each other for a long time."

I blinked again.

Lord Kruune bowed deeply. "Hello, Kyle," he said with a full baritone voice. "I have awaited this meeting for several of your years."

I looked at Alyssa, who alternately blushed, glanced around, and tried not to breathe heavily. She seemed nervous and excited.

Alyssa was my closest, dearest friend. There were times in my life when I felt like she was my only friend, and the further away the Navy took me, the tighter she held on. I kept no secrets from her. I honestly thought she kept none from me. We had lived together for a month now, and yet...there was an alien standing in the living room. No shit, really. A fucking alien.

"I apologize for this uninvited entry into your home," Lord Kruune continued, still bowing. "I submit that I followed Alyssa's suggestion, and while I have learned to trust her judgment in many things, honor demands that I offer sincere apologies."

"Uh...it's...her...house," I managed through my awe. "I just moved in."

"Ah - that's what Lord Kruune is here to talk to you - we're here to talk to you about," she said. "Um. Tell him he may rise," she hissed into my ear.

"You may rise?" I repeated.

He did, and looked on with those narrow, gleaming yellow eyes. You could hardly make out irises or pupils. They were there, but it was mostly all just yellow.

"See, you, uh...well, I've known Lord Kruune and many of his people since about when I started college," she said, "and I've wanted to tell you from the beginning, but you were in the Navy and your life was crazy enough, so I figured you didn't need anything this...weird."

I swallowed. "You don't say."

"And there was some stuff you really weren't ready to hear yet and I didn't want to have to lie to you," she added.

"My people abhor lies," Lord Kruune stated firmly. "To lie to one as honored as you or Alyssa would be a grave crime."

"That's...good to hear?" I managed. Apparently, everything I was saying came out as a question. Then I blinked away a bit of my shock. "So, what, you just didn't tell me at all? You had to wait 'til I moved in?"

Alyssa tugged at her hair. "I had to wait until you were twenty-four," she said guiltily.

"This was out of respect for my own culture's standards of adulthood," Lord Kruune elaborated for her. "The differences are slight, but worthy of address. Among my people, females mature within roughly three-quarters of the years that males require. Now that you are returned to your home, an adult and especially a warrior, the Konlogath see you as the Lord of House McLoughlin."

"Uh. Okay." I looked at Alyssa. "So what's that mean?"

"It means you're in charge of your own House now," she said. "Your own family. The Konlogath are a little like...you remember back when we had that term paper on ancient Rome in Mr. Rizzi's class? And how there was the father figure who was in control of the home?"

"Yeah." That class would've seemed like ancient history, except it was where we first met. I never forgot it.

"The Konlogath are a lot like that, but they're actually a really peaceful culture. They've always been very good to me. Women in their society can break off if they want to...it's a bit of give and take, there's good and bad in doing that and it's all complicated. Point being that a woman chooses to be traditional or not, but it's not an equality thing.

"In a traditional family, the Lord of the House has that kind of complete authority within the House like fathers had in Rome. An unmarried female like me would be under that authority. Up until now, I've been basically emancipated until I could find a House that would adopt me...and I didn't want to be part of a Konlogath family house."

"Alyssa is of such renown that her choice of any one Konlogath house over another would surely have caused great political strife among rival Houses," Kruune said gravely. "The great Houses have all vied for her adoption, which would be a magnificent political coup. Resentment and bitterness among those she turned down might well follow. Adoption into a House of her own people, though, would be accepted by all."

My jaw dropped. Again. I looked at Alyssa in awe. "You've been leading a double life between going to school and running around in outer space?"

She just shrugged, allowing herself a half-amused, half-embarrassed smile. "I guess I'm just awesome," she said.

"So you want me to have a House? So you can be part of it?" I blinked. She nodded emphatically. "So that makes us a House of two. Is that a good thing for you?"

"It lays to rest certain cultural and political concerns with regards to Alyssa's celebrity and personal connections in our society," Kruune nodded. "She needs not be of a prominent House, merely an honorable one. Her own prestige will grant your House great standing. Again, however, you are a warrior, and as Alyssa has told me, you have also been a healer and a midwife. These are all matters of great honor in our culture. Such personal achievements lend great credibility."

"Anyway, I'd need to join a House," Alyssa said. "Meaning yours. And since you're the Lord of the House," she went on, increasingly more delicate with her words, "I'm technically -- traditionally -- going to need your permission for certain...things."

They paused, probably to let that sink in for a moment, though Alyssa was clearly waiting to tell me more. It was a little like the time in high school when she had to tell me she had spilled paint thinner all over my freshly-painted motorcycle. Only worse.

"You don't need my permission for anything," I frowned. This seemed a bit crazy.

"I do," Alyssa pushed. Her teeth gritted as she spoke. She gave me the glare, but this time it didn't cover any laughter on her part.

"Okay, fine," I said. "So, what, you're here to ask me if you can go out on a date with Lord Kruune here?"


It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 01



Alyssa let out an awkward laugh then, glancing at Kruune—who merely raised his hairless eyebrows and looked at her expectantly.

"Well, I've...kind of already been...seeing...Lord Kruune. For awhile now."

"I got that."

"Alyssa," he said.

"I'm getting there," she responded.

"You might as well just tell me," I sighed, wondering if she wanted to get married to him or something.

"I've been, um, seeing...a lot of the Konlogath."

I blinked.

"Professionally, sort of."

I blinked again. "You're a prostitute?!"

"Not exactly," she said, and bit her lip again.

"If I may," Lord Kruune broke in. "The term you use in your language applies only in that there is an exchange of goods or services for sex and companionship. The term 'prostitute' or any of the more derogatory terms bear little further resemblance. To us, there is no vulgarity or shame in this. A quislanan is a much honored female—indeed, Alyssa is one most honored and even revered."

I didn't know what to say to that. He just called my best friend one of the greatest whores in the galaxy. As he was left uninterrupted, he continued, while Alyssa shifted on her feet awkwardly and folded her arms around her belly.

"Among the Konlogath, there is no stigma to female promiscuity. It is, in fact, a trait held in high esteem to us. But it is unfortunately very rare, as our females are typically both more reserved and more monogamous than those of your species by nature. This has both biological and psychological factors. Our females form very strong bonds with their mates, while males are often not quite so focused. That said, there is virtually no stigma to sexual promiscuity; in fact, we hold quite the opposite view."

"So you're saying your women don't cheat and ours do?"

"In a sense," he nodded. "The desires to enjoy one's sexuality are very much respected, but unfortunately it is rare to find a female other than a male's own partner who shares this desire. We occasionally turn to outsiders from our race, yet even this is a challenge.

"My people are dramatically more psychic than the vast majority of your own. It is rare to find an individual among your species with both the physical and psychic appeal to satisfy our males... and, on occasion, our females. Alyssa has proven over the years to be remarkably appealing on both levels."

I looked at Alyssa in disbelief. "But you hardly even go out!"

"I never go out with human men," she said, looking away a bit guiltily. "They don't really excite me all that much anymore. And it's so hard to find one that isn't a jerk or doesn't have huge problems...and I really don't want to give up being a quislanan."

She seemed sad when she said it, and fearful. It was only after the words had escaped her lips that she could look me in the eye.

My surprise and sense of culture shock were overridden in that moment by my loyalty and love for her. Alyssa was effectively my only family. I wanted her to be happy, no matter what. And it dawned on me then that maybe I really was the only (human) person she knew who wouldn't judge her. Her family had thrown her out years ago because she wasn't the wingnut religious conservative they wanted her to be. Hell, in those first couple of years, I practically supported her myself.

"So why would you have to give it up?" I asked tentatively.

"Because..." she began, almost pleadingly, and then stopped as if afraid to say it.

"Because you are now the Lord of House McLoughlin, Kyle," Lord Kruune said. "It falls to you to bless this, and to act as her lord, or to refuse and keep her within your House. The Konlogath will honor this decision, whichever you should choose."

"You need my permission to be a pr—" I stopped myself. "A quislanan?"

"Yeah, and...um...your involvement."

"Woah," I said, "what do you need me involved for?"

"A quislanan must be the honorable daughter of a House," Lord Kruune said. "Alyssa has acted without a House for too long as it is to satisfy concerns of tradition and culture. Were she to continue to do act on her own, she would very quickly find the Konlogath unwilling. It would fall under several taboos. To be in a House, however, all honor, tribute and wealth in the Empire comes through the lord. In this case, that would be you."

"The simple way to say it is that you've...got to be sort of my...pimp," Alyssa said, eyes downcast.

That didn't seem right at all. "You mean I get paid while you're the one doing...stuff?! How the hell is that okay!?"

"Surely you would come to an honorable arrangement within your own House," Lord Kruune shrugged.

"Kyle, I've already made a fortune," she said. "I never said anything before because I couldn't tell you everything. But now that it's all out in the open...I'm rich, Kyle. And it all goes to the House, which means we're rich. Or we will be as soon as we start converting things to cash. And I'm -- we're already owed favors and boons and protection from noble houses and generals and..." she stopped. I was staring.

"How many aliens have you slept with?!" I blinked.

"Oh, Alyssa hardly sleeps while performing!" Lord Kruune declared with beaming pride and total innocence. He reached out his hands in a wide, grandiose gesture. "She is exalted throughout the Empire!"

My jaw dropped. Alyssa blushed and looked away again.

"So this is totally up to me, and I have to participate in...in negotiating? And everything she gets paid comes to me?"

"Correct."

"Why can't I just say she's free to do what she wants?"

"Again, there are deep cultural concerns. Alyssa must abide in good faith by these traditions, or her time with us is ended. We cherish her, but we cannot bend our traditions any further than we already have. She must be part of a proper House, and must act properly within that House. It requires a proper Lord. She has waited for years hoping that you would be the one, Kyle of House McLoughlin."

"What if I say no?" I asked. Alyssa looked at me then, desperation and a pleading look in her eyes.

"Then, beyond honoring what is already owed to you," Lord Kruune said gravely, "my people shall be gone and trouble you no more."

I couldn't take that look from Alyssa. "What, you already said you're rich and stuff already! Why would you have to keep doing it?"

"I don't 'have' to. I want to, Kyle. It's...it's..." she searched for the words. "It's wonderful. It's amazing. I really like being a quislanan. I'm practically the quislanan. They treat me like royalty, and they're all so genuine. I'm already fine with you sharing everything that comes with it if you want it. I want you to share the rewards, Kyle. You're the only family I've got. If I can keep doing this and be in your House...I'm fine. I'll have everything I ever want anyway."

I swallowed. I guess it wasn't hard to imagine that she just really enjoyed the job if they treated her that well. So Alyssa likes big green dudes. Who am I to judge, right? "So...what's all this entail?"

"Do you want details of the acts we--?" Kruune began.

"No!" Alyssa cut him off. "I don't think we have to go there quite yet. Kyle, if you're okay with it, I'm going to go away for the weekend to...see...Lord Kruune's liege."

"Alyssa. We must be honest."

She sighed, and stammered. Her face flushed a bit as she said, "I'm going to have sex with his lord. And probably some of his household. If you'll permit it."

"I should also like to fornicate with Alyssa during the journey," Kruune said hopefully. "And the trip back." Alyssa gasped a little, and stifled a nervous smile. It was dawning on me just how she felt about this.

"You're getting horny just talking about this, aren't you?" I asked.

She nodded, but it was Kruune who spoke his mind. "Alyssa and I are psychically arousing one another as we speak. I should dearly like to see her shed her robe."

"Kruune!" Alyssa objected, her cheeks flushing more.

"Oh, well go ahead," I said, but I wasn't serious. Before I could point out that I was joking, Alyssa disrobed, revealing a very sexy white lingerie set—silk and lace bra and panties, matching garters & stockings, and a more amazing body than I had ever expected. I had seen Alyssa in a swimsuit a few years before, but...damn. I could see her breathing get even heavier, her full breasts heaving noticeably under my surprised gaze and Kruune's appreciative narrowed eyes. "I didn't mean just do it!" I blurted out.

"Kyle. You're the Lord of House McLoughlin," she explained, rolling her eyes. "If we're gonna do this, we have to do it for real. I have to do as you say from now on. Whatever you say. That's part of the deal." She looked me squarely in the eye. "And I'm fine with that."

That, like everything else that had been said, practically floored me. "Alyssa...this is really what you want? And this is safe?"

"Oh, yes, Kyle, it's totally safe. Neither of us really could be any safer than with me being quislanan."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Seeing Alyssa dressed like this, though, and hearing how much she wanted it, I have to admit that my suspicions gave way to temptation. It was getting me more than a little horny, too. 

Finally I just figured, y'know, fuck it. This is what she wants. She's already been doing it for years. I was never jealous of her boyfriends in the past. It's not like I felt jealous here -- maybe a little envious now that I see her like this, but not jealous.

And it's not like I had a problem with prostitution. I have (and had) a problem with exploitation. That part of it's just fucked up. People who force others into this sort of shit should be thrown in jail or shot. But in the abstract, if someone's cool with selling sex? If it's really a matter of personal choice? I say let 'em. You have a problem with it, you offer 'em a better job yourself. I asked, "So other than being in charge, what's in it for me?"

With that little question, Alyssa's eyes lit up, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Well, like I said, we've already got lots of money stashed away. Gold and stuff. We just have to liquidate it, but there's...millions."

"Wow," I blinked.

"That's just the start, though. The really good stuff is...Lord Kruune?"

"As we have a vested interest in your continued survival and good health, Alyssa has already arranged and implemented certain chemical and psychic treatments on you both," Kruune said. "Your youth will dramatically outlast that of your fellow humans—and moreover, you have been immunized to viral disease and harmful bacteriological infection, and a number of potential genetic maladies have been corrected in your DNA." 

"When the hell did this happen?!" I blinked.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Aliens! Duh. They took care of you because I told them to when I was your...um...guardian. While you were still a child." She smirked. "Like, last year."

"I got visited by aliens when I was in fucking Afghanistan and I don't even remember!?"

"Uh-huh. And probed," she grinned evilly. Alyssa reached down to her discarded robe -- and the view was gorgeous, by the way -- to pull a small pill out of the robe's pocket. She handed it to me. "Swallow this," she said.

"What is it?"

"It's a biological activator," Alyssa smiled. "There's some other adjustments I had made on you as part of payment for this weekend. They took care of it while you were sleeping the other night."

"Your wounds from battle shall trouble you no more within the next few rotations of your planet," Kruune added, "and the last few adjustments to protect you from infections will be fully effective."

Figuring I was already all in at this point, I went ahead and swallowed the pill. Alyssa's grin broadened. "Isn't it cool? No STDs!"

"On that note," Kruune said, "as your enhancements take hold, you will find yourself able to control some bodily functions more directly. As a case in point, the Konlogath only become pregnant when both partners are deliberately willing and intending on such. While you were still under her guardianship, Alyssa directed that you be rendered highly functional but sterile. That is still your current condition, which will come to fruition as the biological activator does its work. Does this meet with your approval?"

Highly? What did that mean? "Um. Yeah?" I blinked. My head was swimming. "Well, I guess I don't really know what I can ask for anyway. Is that everything?"

"I might've arranged some surprises for you for the immediate future," Alyssa admitted with an expectant but bashful grin, twisting around entirely too enticingly in her excitement. "But it's not really anything outside of what's been covered. You'll see soon enough."

"That is all that has been agreed upon up until now," Kruune said. "As I bring the entreaties of the Emperor himself with me, there is a great deal to be offered. As you say, though, you are not yet familiar with what is appropriate or within our means. The Emperor can and will offer as much as to make you the ruler of this world."

My jaw dropped. That was crazy. Alyssa looked like she was about to say something, but I replied, "I think that might be going a bit far. I don't know if planet Earth is ready for all that."

"There's no other catch?"

"Nothing that can be foreseen," Kruune nodded. "And nothing intended. On my honor and that of my liege, all is as we have stated."

"And all I've gotta do is whore out my willing...House member?"

"Daughter," Alyssa corrected.

"Oh, 'cause that makes this so much less perverse," I remarked dryly. "Okay. So all I've gotta do is whore out my 'House daughter' to space aliens who are honor-bound to treat her with deep respect and humility?" Yes, thank you. I caught the irony in my statement. If my desk wasn't so far away, I'd have slammed my head into it many, many times already.

"Uh-huh," Alyssa said. Kruune only nodded.

Alyssa's eyes were still pleading. It was what she wanted. (And holy FUCK did she look hot!) I couldn't say no. "It's a deal."

"Okay. Cool. Thank you, Kyle. We should probably be going," Alyssa added. "This, uh, job is already all worked out. You won't have to do anything until the next one comes up."

"May we take our leave, Lord McLoughlin?" Kruune asked.

"Wait, hold on. I'm not going with you?"

"No!" Alyssa burst. Then she quickly calmed herself. She gave me the glare. "No, you've got that other thing to do this weekend, right?" With her head turned away from Kruune, she indicated him with a roll of her eyes and glared at me again. Kruune, for his part, simply seemed eager to get going. He also seemed to really like the view of Alyssa from behind. I couldn't blame him.

"Oh, what, that thing that's better than going into outer space with you?" I hinted heavily.

"Yes," she gritted her teeth. "That thing that wouldn't be nearly as weird as watching me work before we've had a chance to talk privately. And like I said, I left you surprises."

"Alyssa! I didn't mean watch, I just...um...oh wow. Yeah. Sorry." I took a deep breath. I totally wanted to see outer space, but really, she had a point. This was bound to be really awkward. I guessed the stars would have to wait for me this time.

"When are you gonna be back?"

"Tuesday night. I promise, Kyle, I'll tell you everything else you want to know. Look, my wallet's on my desk and my PIN numbers are the last four of my license plate. Just go nuts with it, okay? What's mine is yours now. I mean that. And have fun with your surprises. Go nuts with those, too." She quickly gripped me in a hug and a kiss on my cheek that, given her current state of intimate dress, very nearly made me explode. "Thank you so much, Kyle!"

"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," I muttered, not feeling crestfallen or forlorn at all nearly so much as just not really knowing what I was supposed to do with myself as Alyssa took Lord Kruune's arm and walked out toward the kitchen and back door with him. My eyes immediately tracked straight to her ass. Tight, pouty, bubble-shaped perfection accented by lace and...holy crap.

I stopped myself. I had to stop following her. There were boundaries. I was only going to drive myself crazy. However they took off, be it spaceship or beaming out like Captain Kirk -- reversing who wore the green body paint, of course -- I totally missed it in my effort to get a grip.

Then I was alone in the house.

All alone.

I looked left. I looked right. Nothing. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator doing its refrigerating thing. My hands curled into fists that softly punched against one another pensively.

I went back to the couch in the living room. Even that felt pretty out of place. Really, though, what was I to do? What do you do when your dearest friend -- your only family, really -- what do you do when she bounces out to some alien orgy in outer space? 

Honestly, Alyssa hadn't turned me on like that in years. Like I said, I was conscious of how attractive she was. But I'd been in the close-enough-friends-to-be-siblings box more than long enough to have accepted it. I hadn't thought about wanting to be with her myself in years. I thought more about other women I wanted to be with, and when I thought about Alyssa, it was in terms of hoping she'd find a good, solid boyfriend.

Apparently, she preferred the green kind that paid a fortune up front. Which, you know, was cool, I guess? I mean I guess they were nice to her. She enjoyed it. And I certainly couldn't blame them for wanting her, 'cause now that I'd really seen her work it, I was insanely turned on.

Turned on and all alone. 'cause Alyssa just took off with some aliens. Leaving me there. At home. All alone on a Friday night.

The doorbell rang. I went to the front door, opened it and found the answer waiting for me outside.

Monica leaned on the doorframe in a white outfit that was mostly just thin lacy straps. There were "cups" around her breasts that were mostly present to give only the teasing pretense of covering the wonders underneath. There were stockings, too, held up by garters attached to those straps I mentioned. For the most part, though, Monica was all smooth mocha skin, breathtaking curves and a confident gaze.

Just past her was Stacy, whose ensemble showed a little less skin but broadcast sex appeal every bit as loudly. Her black lace bra and panty set didn't need to do much to enhance her assets. She wore black stockings without garters along with a quiet, knowing smile.

They stood on the front porch of the house that Alyssa and I shared dressed like porn stars without a care in the world.

It was Stacy that spoke first. She stepped up, past Monica, to move where she could drape one arm around my shoulder without crowding Monica out of the way. "We really like you, Kyle. A lot. We were both wondering...How would you feel about skipping the first date," she suggested coolly, leaning in close enough to say it straight into my ear, "and all the handholding and all the small talk, and instead going straight to the really fun stuff?"

"I don't..." I swallowed. I was so horny I was shaking, and I really did want to just tear what was left of their clothes off, but at this point part of me was waiting for the punchline or the guy with the video camera to show it was all a prank. That, or something worse. Mainly, though, I was a little bit afraid of myself in that moment. "I don't know what to say."

Still leaning casually -- sexily -- on the doorframe, Monica reached out with her free hand to trace her fingers down my chest. "Alyssa told us everything. Showed us everything. We know about the aliens and what she's doing." I blinked in surprise, and she just nodded. "She also told us you're the greatest guy she ever knew...and that you would really need a couple of attentive, adoring, slightly slutty girlfriends right now."




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 01



Stacy leaned in and kissed my neck. Monica stepped in close as well, taking up the space on my right just as Stacy was on my left. Both of them had a hand on my chest. "She set this up?" I breathed.

"Yeah," Stacy murmured, "but we agreed to it."

Monica's hand slipped under my shirt. She explored my abs and obliques, clearly liking what she found. I'm not a bulky guy, and I might not have been ready to go modeling, but I was still in pretty damn good shape. "Did you...did you say girlfriends?" I managed. Somewhere in my head I thought it was still necessary to be witty. "I don't want to...to complain, but isn't that a bit rushed?"

"Those green dudes are really good at helping you get into the right headspace for a night like tonight," Monica smirked.

"You don't think they did something to you? That doesn't bother you?"

Monica's hand roamed up my chest, and her nails trailed their way back down. "Do we feel like we're bothered?"

"We're here to have a good time with you," Stacy said. "Now you can either send us home...or you can play with us like a guy who deserves to have two hot sluts take care of him all weekend long."

I let out a long, unsteady breath. Monica's hand came out from under my shirt to reach up to my face. She guided it down to hers and then kissed me hotly and hungrily on the mouth. "C'mon, Kyle," she grinned. "You'll feel a lot better about this after you've fucked us both a turn or two."

I stepped back, my arms still around their waists. They both grinned a bit more, clearly understanding that I wasn't about to argue. Monica reached behind herself to close the door and throw the deadbolt.

Stacy's hand went to my crotch. Her touch slid down in a very friendly manner across my bulging erection, then back up again to grab the top of my fly. She put her other hand to work as well, freeing me from the fastened buttons in a single jerk. "You probably can't really think with anything but your cock right now anyway, can you?"

"Not really," I admitted.

"So don't," Monica grinned. Her hands were under my shirt again, but this time she was pulling it off. "We already know you're a nice guy. Don't worry about our feelings. We're not here for that tonight. Tonight, we're here to be used."

I almost gasped. I'd never heard women talk to me like that before. Honestly, if I hadn't already seen how confident and independent the two of them were, it might've freaked me out...but all I saw in their eyes was playful, horny, informed consent.

I slipped my hand up Monica's bared back, which brought her up against me. My hand came to rest around neck, and then I gave just enough pressure to guide her downward. Her eyes were on mine as her legs bent at the knees. Stacy stayed all but painted against me on my left side. Her hand slipped into my boxer briefs, finding my cock and stroking it slowly and luxuriously even as Monica tugged my unbuttoned jeans down and out of the way.

As I looked down at Monica's beautiful face and alluring grin, Stacy drew my cock out from under the black fabric. She stroked it again, twice, three times very slowly, before guiding it to Monica's face. Monica licked one side of it, then swirled her tongue over the head. It was so good I shivered. She still had her eyes on mine as her mouth came open and she slowly, generously enveloped more and more of me.

I never really worried about size. Either I was at least average, or it's true that size doesn't matter, because my few previous partners had never had any reluctance at all toward sex. But from the moment I had Stacy's hand around me, I felt like I had grown. There was more of me, and I felt amazingly good in her hand, and much, much better than that in Monica's mouth.

Monica pushed forward to take me in, covering about half of my length, and then pulled back until only the head was in her mouth. Her teeth brushed gently along my shaft as she looked up at me. The expression on her face as her lips stayed wrapped around me just about stopped my heart. I swear to God in that moment I was absolutely convinced that she wanted my cock in her mouth every bit as much as I wanted it there. Those eyes sold it for me. My body came alive with energy as her mouth sank hungrily back down on me.

Stacy was watching, too. She still had her hand on the base of my cock. "God, that's hot," she murmured to me. My left hand drifted down to her ass. She snuggled up to me, half-giggling and half-whimpering her approval as my grip became more possessive. After a moment, I managed to turn away from Monica's beautiful face and heavenly work to find Stacy's lips. We kissed for a long while, her grip on me becoming every bit as possessive as my hand was on her flesh.

In that moment, I went from feeling like an undeserving charity case to feeling like a sex god. That was ego, I know -- hell, I knew it then -- but they were here to give my ego a treat, too, and they were doing a damn good job. Apparently my body language had shifted just enough to let the ladies know that I was getting into the spirit of things, because Stacy began to whimper and Monica let out a low moan of approval even as her mouth was stuffed with my dick.

"My slutty girlfriends, huh?" I asked when my kiss with Stacy finally parted.

"God, yes," Stacy breathed. "I'll wait my turn. I'll share. I'll do whatever you want, just promise me you'll fuck me."

Monica broke off long enough to chime in. "Both of us."

"Then let's go upstairs," I suggested. Monica pulled away from my cock just long enough to get me to step the rest of the way out of my clothes. Stacy's hands were still all over me. Before long, Monica's lips were sliding down my dick again and those hungry eyes were once again on mine. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of surrender.

Stacy grinned. "We've got one other gift from Alyssa."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Her bed," she said.

Once again, I blinked. Stacy had an awfully big bed, which I had thought was just an indulgence. After tonight, I wondered how many guys -- aliens, funny enough -- she'd had in that bed. But now she was offering it to me, through her friends, which she had also plainly offered up to me.

With a clear look of reluctance, Monica released her liplock on me, rose and took my dick in her hand to lead me up the stairs with Stacy close behind. It was a moment of surreal anticipation in which I accepted the fantasy that they offered.

In Alyssa's bedroom, Monica turned back to me, guiding me to the bed until I sat down on the edge. She sank to her knees again, slowly swallowing my cock once more. Stacy slipped around me on her knees, her breasts heavy against my back as she caressed my chest and shoulders and trailed her lips up and down my neck. It was absolute heaven.

"I'm not going to last like this," I warned. Monica just stared up at me as her head bobbed up and down. "If you don't stop, I'm going to finish fast."

"Go for it," Stacy whispered into my ear. "Just let go. You won't be finished. This is just a warm-up." Her whispers turned to nibbles, and before long her hands guided mine to Monica's head. Monica gripped the base of my cock with one hand, jerking it as she worked me over, but her other hand held my wrist approvingly.

It was more than a man could take for long. Tension and pressure built, yet Monica kept up her work while Stacy kept up her attention. My legs began to tremble softly. Moments later I erupted, cumming fiercely down Monica's throat. She made no move to break off and in fact her grip on me only tightened and she bobbed down more fiercely than ever. She even began to whimper in sympathetic pleasure.

"All weekend, baby," Stacy hissed at he as I came and came and Monica dutifully swallowed.

It was the most satisfying orgasm of my life...but not for very long. I felt gloriously spent as Monica's tongue swirled around my still very erect cock, and then I quickly felt hornier than ever. Monica grinned at me and beckoned with a finger to Stacy, who eagerly slipped around me and down onto the floor to trade places with Monica. She enveloped my sex with nothing but a hungry look in her eye.

Monica promptly shoved me onto my back. A moment later she was straddling my chest, looking down upon me with a cocky grin. I couldn't blame her for the grin; I wanted her badly. I discovered that the thin panties of her outfit were tied on independently of the rest, allowing me to slip them free without undressing her. Through all this, Stacy energetically worked my cock.

I took hold of Monica's hips, pulling them up along my chest until her now unobstructed crotch was right at my face. My first licks were soft, tender, and had her whimpering almost immediately for more. "You're supposed to let us take care of you, baby," she murmured. "This is what I want," I told her with a grin. "I want to know you're both enjoying me." With that, I went about my loving work.

Her fingernails running across my scalp as she grabbed onto my short hair conveyed as much approval as the sounds from within her throat. I loved the taste of her, maybe almost as much as she loved being tasted. I licked up the whole length of her labia and over her clit, which left her eyes crossed and then shut with pleasure. "God, yes, baby," she whined softly as I continued over long minutes. "Yes. Ohpleaseyes."

I was in no rush at all. Not only was I enjoying the hell out of Monica's pussy in and of itself, I was being expertly entertained by Stacy's mouth. I had the thought, somewhere in that small part of my brain that still functioned, that focusing on pleasing Monica would help draw out the pleasure Stacy gave me.

It was a very good call. Monica needed a long, slow draw toward orgasm and Stacy would have very gladly gone on for hours if I had allowed it. Stacy's every bob and stroke and breath came as if I were the one doing her the sexual favor here. We were a happy, lustful trio.

Monica finally began to sway. Her thighs trembled. She reaching back to lean on my stomach for support. It had the effect of pushing her pussy a little harder against my mouth, which I accommodated adoringly. Finally she all but burst, screaming out as her juices ran through her and her sex convulsed in climax. I continued licking, drawing her through her long climax and finally down into a serene state of satisfaction.

"Oh God," she huffed when she could finally talk. "You're really good at that." She slipped off of me, rolling onto the bed to catch her breath. "Stacy, you...you gotta try."

"Mmmmhhh," Stacy intoned. She was still busy with her own oral task. It had been heavenly to begin with, but now that there was nothing to distract me, I was completely in her power. All I could do was lie there and experience her mouth. Hearing what was going on, Monica rolled back over, draping herself against me to watch.

Monica's affectionate kisses and caresses only made it better. How I lasted long enough to really enjoy it for awhile I'll never know, but eventually I felt myself trembling in all those relevant spots in my groin. "Let it happen, baby," Monica encouraged me hotly. "Just give in. Give it to her." Stacy took the cue -- she shifted and deepened to coax me to orgasm, then pulled back to suck on me more shallowly to help her swallow.

I had to lie there just breathing for a long moment. It was so incredibly good. Stacy slid up from between my legs, kissing along my stomach and chest just as Monica had been. They broke off after a moment to share a long kiss between them, right where I could see it.

When the kiss parted, they both looked at me and grinned, both as if it had been done for my further entertainment and as if to let me know that it was a genuine naughty secret. "So, Kyle," Stacy crooned, "how are we doing?"

"Wow," I breathed. "I want you both so bad." I was completely ready for more, too. That whole "highly functional" thing was becoming very obvious now.

"I've already gotten off once," Monica smiled. "Twice, considering how good it is just sucking you off." She reached out to pull on the drawstrings of Stacy's panties, saying, "So maybe it's time to even things out."

I shifted further up onto the large bed, giving us all plenty of room to lay without hanging off. Stacy gladly let Monica pull the lace free from her crotch, caressing her (girl?)friend's hair lovingly and inhaling in deep pleasure as Monica stole a kiss between Stacy's legs. They looked at one another naughtily before Stacy turned her attention back to me, crawling up over me with wanton need in her eyes.

She had a nice, well-groomed blonde landing strip between her legs. Monica had much the same, actually. Given my own preferences, I hardly considered it a coincidence. We were both more than slick and warmed up enough, but just the same she made a point of sliding her lips up the full length of my dick before she reached down to guide it into her. Prepared or not, I was certainly large enough that she needed a moment to accommodate me. The process itself had us both grinning with eager pleasure at one another.

When she was ready, she slowly rocked back and forth on my cock a few times. Again, Monica slid in to drape herself against me, favoring me with her lithe body and her sensual touch. I glanced at her eyes, saw the self-satisfied grin, and felt utterly spoiled. "Thank you," I murmured as Stacy fucked me.

"Just enjoy. We're only getting started," Monica said in low, lusty tones. "And it's only Friday night. We're all yours until Alyssa comes back. And after that...we'll see," she grinned with much more promise than ambiguity.

I kept one arm around Monica while I held onto Stacy's hip with my free hand. Stacy's pussy was every bit as incredible as her mouth. More, really, seeing as this was what it was made for. She kept a tight grip on me even as she slid up and down, rocking us both to mutual ecstasy. Eventually, the sight of her got too hot for Monica to focus her attention on me alone; she slid forward, kissing Stacy deeply and then trailing her hands down onto Stacy's breasts to squeeze, fondle and finally free them from her bra. Even with all the sincere affection they shared, the show never ended for me.

It was the feel of Monica kissing and sucking on Stacy's ample breasts, coupled with the relentless hardness keeping her split open, that set the blonde off. Where Monica screamed as she came earlier, Stacy was quiet, but the heaving breaths and convulsions were beautiful. I could feel her tighten around my cock and soak it with her release, heightening all of my own sensations until I finally let loose within her.

The smile Stacy flashed me was one of giddy intimacy. "No one's ever gotten me off like this," she confessed. The pouty glance the comment drew from Monica was soothed with that same grin. "We get to share," she said.

"We do," Monica nodded, turning back toward me to kiss me deeply. Our lips and tongues wrestled as Stacy ground me back to a state of heightened need before she finally slipped off of me.

"This is insane," I chuckled. "I can't believe how horny I am."

My eyes locked with Monica's again. It was definitely time. She put a finger on my lips and said, seriously, "Selfish."

I nodded. I didn't tell her how I wanted her so much as I pulled her over as I rose, turning her away from me and placing my hand on her shoulder to give a clue. Monica let out a low purr of approval as she complied, bending down to thrust out her ass while on her knees. It was a lovely ass. Hearts could break just staring at that ass.

My own began to beat with hungry need as I took up my position behind her. It was Stacy, though, who made it even more indulgent. She slipped behind me, took my cock in her hands, and guided it through a tour of Monica's backside before she finally slipped it between the kneeling beauty's legs. The feel of Monica's natural silky wetness distracted me from any further interest in toying with her. With my hands already around her hips, I pushed forward.

"Aaaahhh," Monica sighed loudly. I thrust in and out of her slowly, again and again, looking down in wonder at the sight of my cock plunging inside that gorgeous body. Stacy's hands were all over me, her mouth trailing kisses wherever her fingers weren't. In another moment of reciprocity, I turned to Stacy and joined her in a long and luxurious kiss even as I self-indulgently fucked her best friend.

"Like she said," Stacy whispered hotly into my ear, "we're all yours. All weekend long. Feel free to be as selfish as you want. We're having a very good time."

I accepted her offer. When I finally came inside Monica, releasing even more than I should possibly have had in me and knowing that there was still, incredibly, much more yet to enjoy, I was very selfish indeed. I didn't let her up. I just kept fucking her.

Pleased with the way she was being so thoroughly and lovingly used, Monica gave herself up to me and found herself climaxing again and again, much to our shared enjoyment and Stacy's entertainment.

It was a very long night.

* * *

There was more sex. More affection. Laughter. Intimacy. Cuddling, but consistently the sexy kind. Monica and Stacy spoiled me absolutely rotten that night, and I let them. I made sure that they were plenty well satisfied, too. I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't. But when they said they were gonna work me like a guy who deserved their complete attention -- and I'm not for a second arrogant enough to say I actually did -- they weren't kidding.

It wasn't long before dawn when we finally collapsed. Monica was out pretty quickly. Stacy curled up close to me, murmuring affectionate nonsense before she finally fell asleep.

I realized before I fell asleep that I was very thirsty. I slipped off the bed, pulled the comforter up off the floor (there had been a laughing conversation about wet spots) and gently put it over both ladies with great care not to wake them up (and yes, I made sure that it was dry on the bottom side). Then I staggered into my room, found and threw on my gym shorts -- I hate walking around with my junk flopping around -- and went downstairs to grab a glass of water.

Once that was filled, I figured I should make sure there was a hot pot of coffee for whenever my companions woke up. I didn't know if they were coffee drinkers, but hell, I was so swept away that I wanted to make whatever shows of consideration and appreciation I could.

It was on my way back through the living room and toward the stairs that the lights came through the windows. The curtains were drawn, so I wasn't worried about being spotted, but the colors were sure weird. Reds, purples and orange, with some white lights thrown in. They flashed in an odd pattern.

"Holy shit," I frowned as my shoulders sagged. "You gotta be kidding me."

I knew. I just fuckin' knew.

"Lord McLoughlin!" a strangely deep voice called out.

Yep. Like I said. I just fuckin' knew. I set my glass of water down on the coffee table and went to the door. The lights washed over me in the doorway. I'm pretty sure I looked either really bad ass or totally comical from behind, had anyone been there to look. The brightness of the lights had me squinting for a moment until my eyes fully adjusted.

There, assembled under a sleek, thin craft with swept back wings made entirely of what looked like either obsidian or opaque black glass, were a half-dozen big green guys. They knelt as if in some sort of formation or honor guard. At their center, standing with his head bowed and his arms crossed over his chest with fists held to the shoulders, was one that looked slightly smaller than the others.

He looked up at me and said, sounding like a kid stepping up on a big stage for the first time in high school debate club, "Lord McLoughlin, I am Prince Orrtraan of Artrulth, come to humbly inquire and negotiate the company and services of the most honored and revered quislanan, Alyssa of House—"




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 01



"Stop," I sighed, waving my hands out wide. "Stop, just. Okay. It's cool. You can come in. Just...just get rid of the alien dudes and the spaceship before the neighbors see, okay?"

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Author's Note: So I feel like a few things should be said.

I've had this chapter partially done and sitting on my computer almost as long as the first four chapters of "Angels, Demons and Alex." Pretty sure that's why it hits some of the same sexual themes/fantasies -- lonely guy jumped by lots of women, women who are remarkably self-confident and comfortable in their sexuality, humor mixed in with extensive smut. And yes, the sex is superhuman, but that's because sex in erotica seems to ALWAYS be superhuman; I just like to have a little something to explain why.

As Kyle here is another character with a military background, I think I should just come out and say that I really like using that as a character angle. It's a great starting off point. Willie Nelson's heroes have always been cowboys. Mine have always worn combat boots, at least at some point in their lives. Hope that doesn't feel redundant.

I have ideas for where this could go. It's fun, to be honest. But I'm not sure how it'll be received. Again, I don't know if this seems a little unoriginal after "Alex." I'm trying first-person as an experiment here, since I usually go with third person. And, you know. Green dudes.

I would absolutely LOVE feedback on this, private or public. I am certainly not giving up on "Morgan's Genie," but this has been sitting around long enough that I wanted to put it out there and see how I felt about it. Hearing from readers would also be really nice. Thank you!



It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 02



Chapter Two: It's True. It Really Ain't Easy.

He brought his mom.

I'm not even kidding.

So it turns out that female Konlogath are noticeably shorter than the males. This one was only about two inches taller than I am. She had the yellow eyes. She had the small nubby horn-like things on her forehead. She didn't have armor on like Kruune had, or like her son and his entourage were wearing. Instead, she was rockin' a toga made of about a million tiny little silver beads. And when I say "toga," I mean it was kind of a toga, but it showed off her curves down her sides since it didn't cover her arms, her sides, or the sides of her legs.

And she had curves. Oh God. She was larger than most human women, but the proportions were all just right. She was shapely and voluptuous. Her face didn't look "motherly," either. Mature, maybe, but attractive. Pretty damn human-looking, really...if you could put aside all the alien features, anyway, which I found I certainly could do without much thought.

The ship had floated back up into the skies, leaving behind only one member of the honor guard, Orrtraan himself, and her. She looked on with grave severity as Orrtraan returned to his kneeling stance at my doorstep.

"Honored Lord McLoughlin," he began again.

I held up my hands. "Let's go inside, okay?" I asked.

I led them to the dining room table. That's where I committed my first faux pas in front of his mother. I gestured to the seats on one side of the table and moved to take up the one opposite, leaving the end seat empty.

She said, "Lord McLoughlin, do you intend to treat with us as equals?"

I was just sitting down. I looked up at Orrtraan, who had an odd expression of confusion on his face.

"Um," I blinked. "Well, yeah, I kinda had, actually. I'm sorry," I said, rising, "I haven't had a chance to get, erm, caught up on the, uh...etiquette of being a house lord." I looked at her, then at Orrtraan. I was genuinely perplexed and a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You're a prince, right? So that means I address you as 'your highness?' Does it? I don't know how this works. We don't have royalty in my country. Am I supposed to bow or something?" I wondered if I was supposed to kneel. I was cool with bowing, but kneeling would be going way too far. All I could think was, Fuck that. I'm an American, goddammit.

He seemed a bit surprised, but nodded gruffly. "What my honored mother points out is that we are guests in your home and you are its lord. Regardless of my title, Lord McLoughlin, you are the sovereign here. It is appropriate for you to take up the head of the table."

"Oh," I said. It took a moment to process that, since that was the moment where I found out who she was. Naturally my brain screamed, Oh my God! You brought your mom along to pick up a space hooker?!

"Okay," I mumbled then, pulling out a chair for Orrtraan and another for his mother. Then I moved around to the far end of the dining room table (which wasn't exactly mammoth or anything—I mean it came from Ikea, right?) and sat down. No shirt. No shoes. Just me, my gym shorts, and alien royalty.

"Please," I said, gesturing to the chairs, "take seats however it's appropriate to your culture, and please forgive my ignorance. We've, uh...I've had a very busy night and to be honest I'm still catching up to all this."

Orrtraan bowed again and sat at the other end of the table. His mother looked at the side chair thoughtfully for a moment and finally sat down. The other guy stayed at the door.

I cocked my head curiously as I looked at him. "Are you folks expecting trouble or something?" I asked.

"Not at all," Orrtraan said gravely. "It is simply customary for a guardsman to take such a post while escorting me. It is a matter of etiquette. No, I do not believe anyone would dare attack or even insult House McLoughlin. The repercussions would doubtlessly be unpleasant."

"Right," I nodded. "Because Alyssa's so, um...well-connected. To important people of your empire. Vigorously. I mean, um, socially. Professionally. I'm sorry, I'm very tired. So you are Prince Orrtraan, and you are...?"

"Myialenn," his mother said.

I nodded again. "Myialenn. Right. Um, Queen Myialenn? Lady Myialenn?" She nodded to the last. I paused. They waited. It led to an awkward silence. "So you came here to see Alyssa?"

"I have come in hopes of engaging Alyssa's services for a short period, yes," Orrtraan intoned without embarrassment. "Time is of some concern. State functions of great significance will soon be underway on my home planet. Alyssa's presence would be most appreciated, for this and other matters."

"Other matters."

"On your world, the term is virginity," Orrtraan began to explain.

"Woah, okay," I said, holding my hands up. It was too late, though. That cat was already out of the bag. Out of the bag, stuck in my brain, loudly meowing "TMI" over and over again.

Myialenn seemed to immediately suspect my ignorance. "I see. It is as you said. You do not yet have a firm understanding of our society and culture."

"Not so much, no," I sighed. Then I caught myself. Alyssa may or may not have been running any number of ploys that I didn't want to unwittingly blow. I dodged. "I've been kind of busy up 'til recently with a whole war thing goin' on here on Earth."

Her son was observing good posture to begin with, but even so he immediately straightened up with an added bit of respect. His mother tilted her head in a bit of deference. I suddenly felt like I was that sort of tool tells chicks in bars that he's a big badass Navy SEAL. Why, I thought, didn't I tell them that I had been delivering babies? That's supposed to be a big deal to them, too...

"My son is of age to find a wife, but I have encouraged him to seek out the exercise of his sexual needs elsewhere in order to put his desires into perspective before he makes a choice. Given my son's political stature, there could be social complications to open carousing. I had thought that a quislanan would provide an appropriate introduction to this aspect of maturity. There are none more renowned than Alyssa of House McLoughlin."

I gave that a second to process. "You don't want his wife to wrap him around her finger because she's the only woman he's ever slept with?"

Myialenn pointedly fought back an understanding smile and nodded just a bit. Orrtraan looked away. I started to think that our differences in body language weren't so great. Hell, they had human enough faces apart from the coloration and the nubby antennae-horn things. "Perspective," Myialenn repeated quietly.

"I'm sorry. Again. I would offer you something to drink, but I don't even know what your people can or can't drink...?"

"It is no bother, sir," Orrtraan demurred.

"Lord McLoughlin, your ignorance of our society and customs is noted and understood," Myialenn said simply. The cold distance was back in her expression. "No offense is taken, and we shall keep that ignorance in mind for this meeting. Further, we are given to understand that you are only recently come into adulthood by Konlogath standards. Our race is more perceptive of nuance and intent than yours; we would know a deliberate insult were it offered. Please feel no further need for apologies."

"Okay." I shrugged and thought for a moment. "Then you'll understand that I'm not entirely sure yet how to proceed here. I've got a privacy concern on my mind."

"Privacy concern?" Orrtraan asked.

"Yeah. Is it proper for me to talk to you about Alyssa's...schedule? Her clients? Is that all a matter of public record for you?"

Myialenn smiled thinly. She looked almost predatory. "My dear Lord McLoughlin, if you are to wear your innocence in these matters so openly, whatever is there to prevent us from taking terrible advantage of you?"

"My impression is that you wouldn't want this to be a one-time-only arrangement. No one ever does, from what I've seen. And as we've just established, I've got quite a number of cards to play. Erm, favors and assets to call in," I corrected, seeing that the poker metaphor was lost on her. "You could take advantage of me this once, sure. But given my ignorance, I'd be a fool to make anything but the simplest, short-term arrangements, and eventually I'd realize that I'd been fooled. I'd have to pursue redress if only to ensure that others would know that it won't happen twice.

"Besides, Alyssa has a very high opinion of the Konlogath. She tells me that you're a peaceful and honorable people."

"We are," Orrtraan stated flatly.

His mother nodded, and her smile became less wolfish and more conciliatory. "We are, Lord McLoughlin. By and large. I met Alyssa in passing some time ago. I would warn you, in confidence, that she, too, is perhaps a bit...innocent. As with any culture, the Konlogath are neither universally peaceful nor honorable. We strive toward both. Some fall short. Alyssa has had the good fortune to associate with the better examples of our society."

I smirked. Well, half-smirked, half-frowned. I ought to have known. Truth be told, I kinda did know. Suddenly I wished I had done something to check out Lord Kruune better before Alyssa left with him, but at least he was someone she'd known for years. Such a talk we were gonna have when she got home...

I was the last to realize that we had new company. The guard beyond the table was the first to notice, but he was unperturbed as Monica slipped in behind me. There was a big mug of coffee in her hand, which she smoothly set on the table in front of me before she draped her wrists around my shoulders. She coolly leaned in to kiss the back of my neck.

My head turned to allow me a brief glance. She was clad in a small, silky blue robe, which had to be Alyssa's. I didn't gape, but I surely noticed that she had it tied on only loosely, affording anyone who cared to look an alluring tease.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I blinked, not really sure what else I could possibly say in this increasingly awkward moment. It was made all the more awkward because I was suddenly having exactly the sort of reaction I would normally have to a woman like Monica in this position if we were alone...only we weren't alone at all. I was glad I didn't have to get up.

"I'm a light sleeper," Monica said in utterly sultry tones. "Stacy's still out cold in bed upstairs. You really wore her out." She cast her gaze over at our visitors, seeming completely unfazed by the fact that there were green aliens in front of us . "But don't let me distract you."

She said it as if she didn't realize that was impossible. I turned back to the green people at the table, though, and pretty soon the (absurd) gravity of the situation had me focusing on the task at hand. I mumbled introductions. Myialenn and Orrtraan both nodded. Monica offered to get them something to drink, which they both declined. I noticed that Orrtraan had stiffened, though, and didn't quite look my way. Myialenn, by contrast, was watching me with more interest than she had before.

"So we should get down to business," I said, "but I'm afraid that might cut this very short. Alyssa is currently, uh...engaged, and won't be back for several days. Earth time," I added.

Orrtraan inhaled and grunted. I saw the slightest twitch from his mother's lips as if to signal something to him. "Might we inquire with whom?" Orrtraan asked. His mother's poker face darkened just a touch more at that.

"See, that's one of those points of ignorance that we talked about," I shrugged. "I don't know how appropriate it is for me to say or not. For most people on Earth, Alyssa's activities would largely be seen as scandalous. Her clients would be seen much the same way. It happens all the time, so it's...hypocritical, really, but it's there. So naturally, my own culture places a high value on discretion in matters like these. Does yours?"

"Some do," Myialenn conceded. "House D'yerliin would certainly flaunt any such association," she said, "as would House Aalsondth. To have a quislanan of beauty and stature at one's side demonstrates resources and power. To be certain, it is the more intimate services of a quislanan that are the primary purpose of such an engagement. One does not engage a quislanan merely to have her seen at his side. Yet even the most introverted amongst us understand the importance of public appearances."

Monica kissed my neck again. She slid around to my side, one arm still draped over my shoulders. Myialenn watched. Orrtraan tried not to notice.

Appearances mattered. I got it. I slipped an arm around Monica's waist, hoping it seemed casual. "Would you be seen in public with Alyssa, Prince Orrtraan? You said you had state functions in mind?"

"Yes," Orrtraan nodded. "There are ceremonial proceedings to be handled as well as the observation of a holiday of political importance."

"The handling of these matters will also likely have considerable impact upon our search for a wife for my son."

"Mother!" Orrtraan grunted.

Myialenn held up a hand. "If it were known that he had developed certain standards and expectations based on experience, it would have some significant influence on the field of candidates." She paused. "Marriage is a complicated and serious endeavor. I would not want my son to marry someone who would disappoint him in a critical aspect."

Silence. Myialenn was here to make sure that her son had a good romp with someone so he wouldn't be easily whipped by his future wife...but she straight-up didn't want her son marrying a lousy lay, either, and wasn't afraid to say it. In that moment, I decided that she was really sweet.

Admittedly, in that moment I was also very tired and I had lost count of how many brain-wrenching revelations I had been through in the last few hours, so my judgment might not have been entirely solid.

I glanced at Orrtraan. "You're an adult, correct?"

"Yes," Orrtraan nodded a bit gruffly. "I would not be here were that not the case."

"All good," I said. That meant that he was at least as old as me, for whatever that was worth among their society. I rubbed my eyes. Monica rubbed my shoulder. She was quite the ego boost – and, I had already realized, she provided real assistance in this whole deal. Just having her there meant that I didn't feel like I was facing this completely on my own. I also had the sense that she knew what she was doing and why, and that made me feel better.

"So Alyssa's currently engaged. I don't know whether I'm supposed to be discreet about it or not, so I'm going to err on the side of caution and hope you both understand. She should be back here in about four days, but I need at least a day to confer with her on a few matters and to make sure that she's ready to go out again." I felt silly saying that. What I wanted to say is that I had to make sure she wanted to go out again, and with Orrtraan in particular, but I was worried that the whole "House Lord" thing meant that I had to act like these were all my decisions. "So I couldn't really give you an answer until—"

"Lord McLoughlin!" called a voice from outside. Bright lights flashed in the front windows. The guardsman standing away from the table immediately put his hand on the hilt of the sword on his belt.

"Oh no," I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

"That would be House D'yerliin," Myialenn remarked dryly.

"Didn't Alyssa ever tell you people to use the doorbell or call ahead?"

"Lord McLoughlin, the Scion of House D'yerlinn calls upon you to grant him an audience—"

"Mother!" Orrtraan hissed as the monologue continued outside.

I was already getting out of my seat. "I'm sorry," I said, "I can't have them outside making a racket like that."

"Lord McLoughlin," Myialenn frowned, "it would be a great boon to me personally if my presence here were not known."

"What, you want me to hide you?"

"—Defender of the Taurand Reaches," the herald outside went on. "Lord of the Moons of Banten III, IV and VI..."

Monica had my hand. "Kyle," she said calmly, "slow down. Think it through."

"What, I can't just let that guy wake up the neighborhood!"

"Why not? You plan on livin' in this little place long, rich man?" Monica asked.

I blinked at her. The introductory announcements continued outside. I looked at Myialenn. "What about your son?"

"His presence is imminently understandable, and nothing to hide," she assured me. "They likely already realize that there are Konlogath here. But it would be helpful to us if my particular presence were handled with...discretion."

I looked at Monica and shrugged. "Take her upstairs?" I asked.

She almost smirked, but she was too cool for that. "Lady Myialenn," she said with something like a bow, and then gestured respectfully for her to follow.

For just a moment I stopped to breathe. It was really late (or, really, it was way too early), and I was increasingly tired. I moved for the coffee that Monica had brought me, but found it was still way too hot and so I sadly put it back down on the edge of the table. Then I headed for the door, throwing a glance at Orrtraan. "I take it your House doesn't get along with these guys?"

"There are no open hostilities or conflicts," Orrtraan answered tactfully, getting to his feet.

"But...?"

"Our relations are somewhat less than cordial."

"Gotcha. So you want me to tell 'em you're here looking to pick up Alyssa? Or not?"

"It is your decision, Lord McLoughlin."

"Yeah, but I'm offering." Annoyingly, the guy outside sounded like he was repeating his long and windy intro all over again. "I don't have to say anything about Alyssa if you don't want me to."

"What would you tell them instead? That I am here seeking training as a warrior?" Orrtraan asked with a frown.

I shrugged. "Could tell 'em I'm gonna train you as a midwife." I was already reaching for the door.

Orrtraan's eyes were wide. "You are a life guide?" he asked reverently.

"What, you think I'm the Lord of House McLoughlin by accident?" I smirked. With that, I strode to the door, where I spared half a moment to regret that I wasn't at least wearing a robe if not something more practical. Nothing to be done about it now. I threw the door open, looking as confident and unshaken as I could in my gym shorts. At least they said "USN" down one leg in proud yellow letters. Go Navy.

How in the hell this scene and the one before it didn't wake up the whole neighborhood I'll never know. I was pretty certain that all the lights were shining directly at our house, at least. It was the same deal as before, only more ostentatious. An obsidian space ship hovered silently over the street. An honor guard stood in two columns running from under the ship to just shy of our porch, with more men than before who were more blinged out than Orrtraan's guys. This time there was the herald a few yards from the porch step, while the actual visiting dignitary stood further back with someone at his side.

They all had short-bladed swords at their hips. All guys this time. No women. Nobody brought his mom with him. It remained to be seen if that was some father-son deal standing in the street.

The herald, decked out in gleaming bronze-like armor, bowed slightly to me. "Greetings," he said proudly. "The Scion of House D'yerliin requests an audience with your liege."

"No liege here," I said. "I'm the Lord of this House."

The herald stiffened and looked back at the two in the center of the columns of guards. The two at the center came walking up with their heads held high.

"Lord McLoughlin," one of them intoned gravely. "I am Lord Gravlith of House D'yerliin."

"Nice to meet you," I nodded. "I need to ask a favor of you before this goes any further. You likely already know that my people aren't really aware of alien visitors. I don't want to disturb my neighbors. Could you please have your ship and your entourage here withdraw, and you can come inside to speak with me?"




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 02



Gravlith nodded curtly to me, then again to the guy on his right. The other one clapped his hands, and soon the rest of them executed something like an about-face that was flashier and more graceful than anything I ever learned in boot camp. The ship came in lower, though it didn't extend any sort of landing gear. It just hovered while a ramp came down and the guards filed in.

Gravlith, his right-hand guy and the herald remained. All of them were larger than Orrtraan and at least equal to his bodyguard. Naturally, that meant that they were all bigger than me. I sighed and hoped this would remain cordial.

"I am given to believe you already have visitors from the Empire," Gravlith said coolly.

"Yes. I hope that's not a problem. I don't really have space enough here to arrange separate meeting rooms."

He waved a dismissive hand. "No matter. May we enter, Lord McLoughlin?"

I stepped back and gestured for them to come inside. "Who are your friends?" I asked casually.

"My herald is K'juon," Gravlith answered as he walked, neither looking nor gesturing to either companion, "and my chamberlain is Dennek." Both of them bowed, but Gravlith just walked in. "Ah," he said, "Prince Orrtraan. We had surmised that the craft in orbit was one of your House. Subtle, but identifiable nonetheless."

"House Artrulth has nothing to hide," Orrtraan answered evenly. There was a distinct difference in age here and experience. Orrtraan's poker face was firm, but it was obviously a poker face. 

Gravlith was much more relaxed. He looked coolly at Orrtraan's bodyguard. "Indeed," he mused. "How is your mother?"

There was an emphasis on that last word that I immediately didn't like. I couldn't tell if the tone was patronizing toward Orrtraan or if there was some sort of personal venom toward Myialenn, but either way it didn't sound entirely friendly.

"She is well," Orrtraan replied. 

When it was clear that Orrtraan wasn't going to say more, Gravlith turned to me and broke the awkward silence. "I come to you to engage the services of your daughter, Alyssa. Just as Prince Orrtraan here, I imagine. I certainly hope that I am not too late to lodge my offer."

I blinked. They had to know she wasn't literally my daughter. This was one of those customs of being a House, I realized. Regardless of blood relationships – or lack thereof – being the Lord made me the father figure. "We're just talking," I said.

"Indeed."

I nodded. "Life guide stuff," I said. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I already didn't like this dude. That was unfair, I realized, and probably stemmed more from wanting to just go back to bed more than anything else. In that, I had the same reason to be annoyed with Orrtraan and Myialenn, but for whatever reason I found it easier to put those feelings on Gravlith.

The newcomer seemed to catch himself. Gravlith offered a slight bow. "Of course," he murmured. "I had heard that you had amassed honor and titles beyond your years, Lord McLoughlin." He stared at me for a moment. I heard something patronizing in his tone. "I shall not waste your time, then. I come to you to engage the services of Alyssa for a period equal to thirty rotations of your planet."

My eyebrows rose. I didn't look directly at Orrtraan, but I caught a slight shift in his posture in my peripheral vision. There had to be a schedule conflict here, if not something more.

I couldn't remember a time when Alyssa had been out of touch that long. Not since our first year apart, anyway, when I was running from this training camp to that – and even then I had been sending her cash to help her get by until she was on her feet. So unless she was somehow able to get emails on Planet Mongo or wherever the hell she went, this was pretty unusual. "That seems like a rather long engagement," I noted.

"I am prepared to compensate you quite generously, as is appropriate," Gravlith said.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. "Have you and Alyssa been...have you engaged her services in the past?"

"Not as yet, no," Gravlith answered. "We have met in passing. She has as yet had conflicts of scheduling that have prevented her from accepting my offers. I had hoped that with a proper Lord to look after her affairs I would have an easier time making arrangements."

That didn't tell me a whole lot. Alyssa might have been genuine in that. She might have really just been too busy for this dude who wanted to hire her for a month at a time. Or she might've really just spaced on it. Or she might have been dodging him.

"Alyssa is currently engaged out of town," I said finally. "Erm, off-planet, I guess I should say."

"I see. This is not unexpected. Who is it who has snatched her away this time?" It sounded like he was trying to keep his tone pleasant, but I wasn't sure if that was genuine effort I heard or something else.

"I'd rather not say. There may have been a miscommunication or two in making the arrangements, and as such I'd rather keep things confidential until things are clearer."

Gravlith seemed a bit surprised by my answer. He glanced at his chamberlain, whose expression was unreadable for me. "And how long will she be gone on this mystery engagement?"

"She won't be back for several days. Erm, rotations."

Gravlith smiled. His eyes twitched almost imperceptibly over toward Orrtraan and back again. "Then my offer stands. I would be happy to leave a small but comfortable craft in orbit to wait for her. The crew could bring her to my side as soon as she has returned from her engagement."

I could practically feel Orrtraan bristle. The game here was becoming a bit more obvious. I found Gravlith's presumptuousness more than a little irritating to begin with, but the fact that he was trying to get Orrtraan's goat just made me like him even less.

I took a deep breath. I didn't have context for any of this. For all I knew, Alyssa had been hoping to catch Gravlith's eye. Maybe she actually liked him or something. Maybe Gravlith's House was the good guy House and Orrtraan's was like House Jackass or something.

"Do you have some way for me to get in contact with you?" I asked.

"Certainly. Alyssa should have her own means, but I am happy to leave you with adequate communications equipment to signal my ship when she is ready to be retrieved." He turned and nodded to his herald, who promptly unfastened the thick metallic bracer on his left wrist.

"He did not agree to your offer yet, Lord Gravlith," Orrtraan spoke. He had taken the words right out of my mouth. I should've been annoyed at him speaking for me, but inside I just winced. Gravlith was clearly looking to get a rise out of his competition and he had done just that.

The thin smile of triumph on Gravlith's face as he turned to Orrtraan seemed less than friendly. "Why, Prince Orrtraan, are you a part of these negotiations?" he asked. "I had thought you were here discussing Lord McLoughlin's expertise as a life guide."

"I have already opened negotiations with Lord McLoughlin myself regarding Alyssa," Orrtraan said firmly. "Negotiations that had not yet closed. By right and custom, your own offer can be resolved only after he and I have come to a conclusion."

"That is the host's decision," Gravlith countered, "and as he has invited me into his home and already allowed me to enter negotiations—"

"I did?" I blinked.

"—your point is in error, your highness." He turned back to me. "You'll have to forgive him. He is young and as yet inexperienced in observing details of etiquette. Now, as I was saying, I am prepared to pay generously."

"I can't make any decisions until Alyssa is back and I've had a chance to speak with her," I said, cutting him off. "At length."

"You have not heard my offer yet," Gravlith reminded me.

"No, I haven't," I nodded, "or Prince Orrtraan's, but that's—"

"I will surely provide you with greater compensation than he would offer," Gravlith chuckled.

"You don't know that," Orrtraan frowned.

"I do," Gravlith said without even looking at him.

"Gentlemen," I said more assertively, "the size of your offers doesn't matter much if Alyssa isn't interested in seeing you."

Gravlith blinked. It felt good to throw him off-track, even if only for a heartbeat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't know if she wants to go out with you or not." I let him blink for a moment. He was clearly shocked by the premise. "To be fair, I don't know if she wants to go out with Prince Orrtraan here, either, but he had already accepted that I needed a chance to confer with her before any firm deals could be made."

"But my offer..." Gravlith mumbled.

"Doesn't mean much if Alyssa is the least bit reluctant to work with you as a client," I said, shaking my head. "I don't mean to insult you, because I just plain don't know what the outlook is there. But it's something you definitely have to understand if we're going to do this in good faith. Both of you," I said, glancing at Orrtraan.

The prince gave something of a bow. "I would have it no other way, Lord McLoughlin," he replied. "If I have in any way conveyed the impression that I thought otherwise, you have my sincerest apologies." It was the first moment of genuine grace I had seen from him.

Gravlith stiffened. "You have my apologies as well," he frowned. "My impression was that Alyssa would serve as quislanan under a proper House."

"You have seen nothing to show that she does not," Orrtraan put in quietly.

"Then these matters are for the Lord of the House to decide," Gravlith said, waving a dismissive hand at Orrtraan. "Unless he is not really in control."

"How I run my House is my concern," I said evenly.

"The proper conduct of a quislanan's House is the concern of all who would do business with it," Gravlith nearly snapped. "Alyssa's independence has been indulged for far too long already."

"We wouldn't be here now if she hadn't made good on that independence," Orrtraan observed.

At that, Gravlith really did snap. His face screwed up with rage. Turning toward Orrtraan, Gravlith pulled his sword out of its sheath at his hip.

Everything went south in that one moment. Training and experience immediately took over. My fist flew up into Gravlith's throat right under his jaw. He was exposed, thinking of Orrtraan, and I moved a lot faster than he expected. The uppercut pushed him back and off-balance, sending him falling backward into the glass-top coffee table behind him.

He wasn't Gravlith anymore, and certainly not Lord Anyone. He was an armed hostile, and that was all that mattered to me. There were two more potentials – which, as they immediately reached for weapons, I decided weren't just potential at all.

Dennek was closest. He had his sword out quickly, lunging at me faster than I expected, but I threw myself to the side and out of the way. K'juoth and Orrtraan's bodyguard, started wrestling, but I didn't see how it was going. I was too busy not being skewered. Dennek's second stroke with the sword went wide enough to cut straight through the lounge chair nearby on the backswing, convincing me that these guys really were as strong as they looked. He moved like a competent fighter, but not an especially talented or fierce one.

Spinning away from him – Orrtraan was shouting something, I couldn't tell what – I grabbed for the only weapon I could find. Moving much more gracefully than I could ever manage if I actually thought about it, I hooked my fingers through the handle of the hot mug of coffee that Monica had brought me and swung it into Dennek's face.

It shattered on impact. He lurched back, letting out a howl of pain, and I drove in with a roundhouse kick to his midsection. Dennek was too big and solid to be knocked over by a blow like that, but it kept him off-balance as I hit him with another one. I didn't know what I was going to do to put him down.

Orrtraan solved the problem for me. He flew past, tackling Dennek to the floor. I looked around. Orrtraan's bodyguard and Gravlith's herald were struggling up against one wall. Gravlith was fighting to pull himself free of the wrecked coffee table, with one arm stuck in the bent frame. He had dropped his sword.

I had to end this. I was in no position to fight and I could only claim to be doing well because the other guys hadn't seen it coming. The element of surprise wouldn't last.

Gravlith was the important one here. The other two were there to follow his lead and to protect him. I stepped over to Gravlith and hooked two fingers into his nostrils. "Get up!" I barked forcefully, pulling hard. It was a lesson in Konlogath anatomy: they have really sturdy noses, but it was still a good control point just the same. Gravlith roared, flailing as if he didn't know what to do until he could get his arm free of the table. Ultimately he tried to move along in the direction I was pulling just to relieve the pain.

Within a few seconds, he twisted around and shook the table loose. He still couldn't quite catch his balance, which was the only reason I could manhandle a guy his size. I grabbed onto his big metallic shoulderpads and heaved, lurching him to his feet and pulling toward the front door. Then I just decided, y'know, fuck it, and I hurled back and around in a twisting motion. Gravlith tumbled straight into and through the front porch window.

He made a loud crash and a tremendous mess. The Venetian blinds came down with him as he got hung up on the windowsill with his legs still hanging in the house. I grabbed at them and heaved up, sending him tumbling onto the porch on the other side. Then it was time to worry about the other two guys here with him. Rather than jumping back into the fight, I gambled on the hopes that they hadn't come here to brawl. I reached for the door and threw it open.

"Get the fuck out!" I roared with everything I could muster.

Gravlith's guys were tense, but they dialed it back just enough to look at the situation. Their boss was out of the house. I was telling them to leave rather than pressing any advantage. There was a moment's guarded hesitation, then another, and then finally all the combatants disengaged and backed off from one another. Gravlith was twisting around on the porch, fighting to pick himself up and get free of the blinds. The porch underneath him was red with blood, as was his nose. I kept tabs on him out of the corner of my eye.

His men moved toward the door. Dennek sheathed his sword, then paused to look at Gravlith's fallen blade, but Orrtraan warily crouched down to pick it up and follow, handing it to the chamberlain only once he had moved through the doorway. I caught Orrtraan's eye just long enough to say, "Stay. Please." Orrtraan nodded. He waited by the door as I stepped out onto the porch.

"This insult will not go unanswered!" Gravlith spat. His nose wasn't gushing, but it was still bleeding. Konlogath blood looked just like ours.

"You pulled a sword on a guest in my home. Get your spaceship down here and get yourself off my goddamn planet."

"Worthless, backward refuse pit that it is," Gravlith fumed. He was already tapping at the bracer on his wrist. He snapped something at it in a language I didn't understand, presumably his own, as he and his entourage stepped off the porch. "You have no concept of the trouble you have just bought for yourself, McLoughlin!"

He was right. I didn't, and I knew it. I was going to have to gamble on Alyssa's connections and their ability to smooth this over. In the end, though, I just couldn't see putting up with what Gravlith had done. It didn't seem to me like the sort of thing that Alyssa had described at all.

I watched as Gravlith's ship descended out of the sky. It couldn't have been far away, I thought, but then I corrected myself. I had no idea how near or far it had been, because I had no real concept of how it moved, let alone how fast. The ship simply hovered soundlessly over my street, extended its ramp, and waited as Gravlith and his men boarded before it silently floated back up into the night sky.

It was only then, standing dumbfounded on the porch in my gym shorts, that I looked around at the street to see if anyone was watching. There were three houses directly across from ours. One had its door open with a teenage face poking through, while another had lights on and faces in the window. The house to our immediate left was blocked from view by a tall, row of thin but densely-packed evergreen trees. The house to our right was completely dark, with no cars outside.

I looked to the awestruck neighbors across the street. All I could think was that I didn't see a single camcorder or smartphone in anyone's hand. "YouTube it or it didn't happen!" I called out with my arms thrown wide as if in challenge. Then I turned and went back inside. Myialenn and Monica were both coming down the stairs with concerned looks on their faces.

Orrtraan bowed. "I have caused you great distress," he said solemnly. "You have my deepest apologies, Lord McLoughlin. I don't know how to accurately express my regret in mere words."

"What?" I grumbled. "You're not the one who pulled a weapon."

Myialenn frowned darkly. "Who did? Gravlith? He drew his sword on you?"

"I think he was drawing it on Orrtraan," I replied, "but I hit him."

"What did he say as he drew the sword?"

"He made kind of a choking sound when I hit him," I shrugged. "I didn't wait for it to get all the way out of its sheath before I did something about it."

The mother's frown grew even darker. "This will require considerable effort and resources to rectify," she said.

I was already looking at the window. Thankfully, there were curtains still hanging there. I pulled them shut to cover up the gaping hole. "So is that how important a guy he is in your Empire? Even though he's pulling a weapon in my home without cause, someone's gonna have to make this up to him?"

"Did he attack anyone with the sword?" Myialenn asked.

"Not before I hit him."

"Lord McLoughlin is correct, Myialenn," Orrtraan nodded. His bodyguard, looking down at the floor, nodded as well.

"I take it that his action was a grave insult in your culture?"

"Insult, hell, it was a threat! Beyond a threat. On Earth, you don't pull a weapon on someone unless you're gonna use it!" I caught Monica's eye as soon as I said that. She was still lingering on the bottom steps of the stairs. Her expression seemed to point out reluctantly that what I said wasn't entirely true – people pose with weapons all the time – but thankfully she didn't contradict me out loud.

"Stacy?" I asked Monica quietly. Monica rolled her eyes and then put her hands together, leaning against them in a sleeping gesture. I blinked. Monica shrugged.

"Lord Gravlith and House D'yerliin are of considerable political stature and economic power in the Empire," Myialenn explained patiently. "Gravlith's actions, further, certainly would not warrant violence by our standards. It was a gesture, nothing more." 

I was surprised. "How do you know he wasn't planning on going further?"

"Did move toward you?" Myialenn asked her son.

"He did not have the chance," Orrtraan shrugged, "but no, he did not."

Myialenn made a clicking sound of obvious disapproval. I tried not to blurt out my shock at her attitude. This seemed insane.

"I joined in the battle, Myialenn," Orrtraan finally admitted. "As did Taunndlow." The bodyguard nodded and gave a grunt of confirmation.

"As well you should have," Myialenn nodded. "Regardless of Lord McLoughlin's misinterpretation, we are guests in his home. It would have been shameful to leave him to fight alone. We shall have to discuss our course of action later. However, as Lord McLoughlin's home has already been quite disturbed, we should perhaps leave him to his concerns. Unless we might be of assistance?" she asked me.




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 02



I scratched my head. "Um, not really?" I asked. "Unless you think Gravlith or his guys will be back?"

"Hardly," Orrtraan shook his head. "Regardless of this incident, it would look poorly if he were to trouble you further in the immediate future. You are safe for now." He straightened up, trying to look proper again. "Lord McLoughlin, I apologize for all of this turmoil. I would certainly hope that we might continue our negotiations once you have had a chance to confer with Alyssa?"

I thought about it for a moment and finally shrugged. "I guess, yeah," I mumbled.

Orrtraan took off one of his bracers just like Gravlith's guy had done. He held it out to me. "This can be used to contact my House. Further arrangements can be made at that point." I took the bracer from him, not really sure how to hold it. Then I looked up at him again, and there was an almost pained look on his face. "Lord McLoughlin, the timing of my interest is of some import...but even if it cannot be met, it would be a great joy to engage Alyssa's...company for a even short time. Please understand that I meant no disrespect in this meeting toward either yourself or Alyssa, or your House," he added, nodding toward Monica.

It was an odd moment. Once again, he had moved from awkward youth to gracious and sincere adult. All it took was a heartfelt concern for others. I wondered if self-interest (the kind that made you go looking to hire a quislanan) didn't come naturally to him. "We're good," I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I don't know how Alyssa will feel about this, or even if it'll be practical for her, but I want you to know that I don't have any hard feelings toward you."

I held out my hand to shake his. He looked at it oddly at first, then figured out what I was about and offered his own a bit awkwardly. We shook on it. I turned to his mother and nodded deeply, not quite a bow but certainly more than a shrug and "hey, you." I also looked to their bodyguard and said, "Thanks," to which he bowed deeply.

Orrtraan started walking toward the door, pausing to bow to Monica. Myialenn looked down at the wrecked coffee table. There were little bits of jewelry or whatever amid the debris. The carpet was stained with blood. "You struck Lord Gravlith," she said.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"He fell here?"

"He did," Orrtraan answered. "Lord McLoughlin threw him out of the house onto the step outside," he added, gesturing to the window.

Myialenn looked at the window, then back to me. "Splendid," she murmured. Then she turned to follow her son and Taunndlow.

"Uh, can you guys...leave a little more discreetly than they did?" I asked. "Like maybe go out the back or take a walk around the block before you get picked up?"

* * *

"You look tired," Monica observed as she led me up the stairs. She had my hand in hers. Did I mention she was smoking hot?

That thought was there, somewhere in the back of my mind, but at that point I was just so overwhelmed. "I am tired," I agreed. Our voices were low as we came to the bedroom. "Stacy's really still asleep?"

Monica just smirked as she opened the door and pointed. There in the dark room was Stacy, out cold in bed. "I think Myialenn was pretty impressed."

"What, her people light sleepers?"

"No," Monica answered softly, sliding up against me. "She could tell what was going on up here. Her people usually only sleep with one person at a time."

"So do my people."

"Mm-hmm," Monica murmured before she kissed me. I was happy for it. My arms slipped around her, holding her close. Sexy as she was, I was more grateful for the simple warmth and affection in that moment.

She slid away from me, tugging on my wrists to bring me to the bed. "Stacy won't mind if we wake her up," she said quietly, "but she won't mind if we don't, either."

It wasn't hard to mix the whole "comforting presence" thing with the urge to tear that robe off of her. I couldn't get enough of her confidence. But as she sank down onto the bed, I hesitated, softly catching her wrists with my hands. "Monica, I need to ask you something, and I can't figure out how without it sounding bad."

She tilted her head curiously. "Ask."

"We just met tonight," I said, keeping my voice low. "Why...why are you and Stacy here?"

Monica's wry smirk came back. "Hey, you just met us tonight. Why'd you sleep with both of us?"

"It can't be that simple."

"I think it can. Don't tell me it's gotta be different for women than it is for men."

I bit back a reply. I knew what she was getting at. "You're amazing. Both of you. How was I going to turn this down?"

"Who says we didn't think the same about you? Neither of us would get it on with just anyone, let alone together. Don't sell yourself short, Kyle. We both like you a lot."

"This much?"

The smirk widened into a grin and she shrugged a bit. "Enough that we're certainly not gonna regret tonight. Or tomorrow, or the next day," Monica winked. "But okay. This is unusual. Aliens and stuff, right?"

"It's unusual for me, anyway. You seem used to them."

"Ain't the first time I've met them. Anyway. We like you, Kyle. We liked you before we ever even met you. You're the most important person in the world to Alyssa. Don't think we didn't hear all about you before you got home. She didn't twist our arms to get us here. But...

"We've known Alyssa's been doing this for years. We've helped. Not with the nitty-gritty or anything," Monica corrected, but then stopped. "Well. We both gave it a shot. But Stacy and I just aren't that into green dudes."

"You've been out there with her?"

Monica nodded. "They're usually respectful and sweet. I can see why Alyssa's so turned on by them, but it just didn't happen for me. Stacy gave it more of a shot, but she decided she was more about the homegrown relationships."

"How did this all start?"

"Tomorrow," Monica said, tugging back on my wrists. I relented, putting one knee up on the bed up against her leg. "We'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Or, really, we should let Alyssa do it. But you should understand that they didn't just swing by Planet Earth lookin' for a couple hot ho's. It started out a lot more like dating...but they've got customs about that. There are things that make it honorable and acceptable for them that might seem ass-backwards to us. These guys kinda rush right into marriage. If you don't want things to get really committed really fast, this whole quislanan business is a way around it."

Her hand slid up my stomach to my chest. "We'd cover for her when she had to leave town. Helped her figure out how to keep things quiet. Stuff like that. Anyway, not too long ago, she said she needed our help, and that all we had to do was have a really good time with the greatest guy in her life." Monica looked up to my eyes. "She didn't have to work too hard to sell us on it. You sealed the deal yourself at dinner tonight."

My heart thumped harder as her touch became friendlier. She was drawing me back into all the same emotions and urges that I'd been running on all night before the house turned into Grand Central Space Station. "I'm not complaining," I said. "Not at all. I really love having you here. But I just...don't understand what the rush was if she just wanted to set me up with you. Both of you. Seems a little extreme, doesn't it?"

Monica nodded a bit. Her hand was coming back down. "It has to do with who you need to be if you're gonna help her with this whole deal."

"What do you mean?"

"The Konlogath. They're psychic. They don't straight read your mind or anything, but when you're not careful, they can read you like a book. Appearances are important to them." Monica's eyes were still on mine as her fingers slipped under the waistband of my gym shorts, slowly pulling them down. "You're the pimp, right? I mean, let's call it what it is. Doesn't have to be nasty or oppressive, but you've got a role. You're selling a fantasy. You're selling sex."

"Okay...?"

"Well, never trust a skinny cook, right?" she asked with a grin. She had one hand already lightly caressing my cock. Caught between arousal and sudden humor, I huffed out a noise that was part laughter and part grunt. "She needs you to project an image. You need to be the stud here, Kyle. Those green dudes gotta see a guy who gets all the booty he wants, and fakin' it just ain't good enough with them."

Caresses turned to slow strokes. She had me completely naked before her. My breath grew heavier. "That's...okay with you?" I breathed. "You know you're not just...just a random lay or...something..."

"As long as you remember that, then yeah," Monica said, her grin undiminished. "That's what I'm sayin'. We're having a good time. Treat us right and we'll all take good care of you."

"Guess I'm...just used to...being the one taking care of people."

She nodded slowly, then leaned in and kissed my groin right next to my cock. Her cheek brushed up against the head as she pulled back, looking up at me again. "I know," she said. "Been taking care of Alyssa a long time, even thousands of miles away. Taking care of your guys, too. My dad was a nurse. I know your type. Carryin' everyone else so long you can't let anyone carry you."

"Feels weird," I mumbled. "Not what you're doing. I mean..."

Her tongue slid out to lick the underside of my cock from the base to the tip. I let out a sigh, and then gasped as her mouth came down over the head. After a moment's bliss, she pulled back to look me in the eye again, still stroking with her hand. "You've got a role to play here, Kyle. You're still gonna be taking care of people. We'll lean on you when we need. You just gotta learn to take the good with the bad. It's not wrong to let us take care of you, too."

That mouth came down on my cock again. She worked me slowly, closing her eyes and sucking on my dick without restraint. My hand came down on her head, running fingers through her hair as I stood there and let her please me. Eventually she came up for air, or really just to look up to see how I was doing.

"All weekend?" I smiled.

"For starters, anyway," Monica winked. She let go of my cock only to slip the belt of Alyssa's robe loose and then pull the silk from her shoulders. Intimate as things already were, the offer in her eyes pulled my desires in ever deeper. "Selfish," she reminded me again before her mouth descended once more on the hard flesh in front of her.

I let her work for a long while. Worn out or not, I could certainly stay up for this. Monica had me at her mercy well before she increased the tempo of her service. I was softly moaning with almost every breath.

"Stop," I finally murmured. "Please stop." She was into it; I had to repeat myself a couple of times before she finally heard me and let up. I simply nodded at the head of the bed beyond her, and she understood. Monica slid backwards onto the bed, resting back on the pillows with her legs open for me.

I slipped a hand under one leg, drawing it up while crouching down so I could kiss my way up her calf and inner thigh. The scent of her arousal filled my breath as my lips brushed closer. For a moment I was torn between working her up more or just going for it. She wanted me to be selfish. I wanted to drive her out of her mind as she had done to me. In the end, I compromised, teasing her with kisses all around her wet pussy but only pausing for a brief lick before continuing my trail up her belly to her breasts.

Monica's hands were on my shoulders. Her nails scratched lightly into me as I abandoned her wet lips and she moaned in feigned disapproval, but her body continued to writhe in appreciation. I took my time at her chest, gently squeezing and sucking on each breast to leave her panting with need before I was finally laid out against her.

Stacy was lying right next to us the entire time. When I finally moved off of Monica's left breast, my gaze was immediately treated to the sight of Stacy's naked right. I had to take her longtime partner-in-crime at her word regarding Stacy's sleeping and waking habits. Her presence in the bed with us, even sound asleep, certainly emphasized the decadence with which I was being treated.

The thought was punctuated as my face came to Monica's, bringing our mouths together in a hungry kiss, and the head of my cock brushed up against her wet pussy. She wasn't shy about reaching for it with her hand, guiding me into her. I would've teased her with it a bit, savoring a slow penetration, but Monica was needful and impatient. We moaned in unison as we joined.

"Hm?" moaned our bedmate. Stacy twisted in bed sleepily toward the motion beside her. There was a happy noise at the sight of us intertwined together. "You guys are hot," she murmured.

It broke us from our kiss, giving Monica a little laugh. "See?" she asked, then grunted as I thrust into her. "Told you."

"Told him what?" She turned onto her right side to face us, leaving her head sunken into her big pillow. Stacy reached out to touch my back with her left arm. Her right, I noticed after a glance, was moving between her legs.

"That you..." Monica gasped, "...wouldn't mind...mmh...being...woken...to this."

"'course not," she smiled dreamily. "It's why we came over."

I got selfish. I leaned over from Monica's face, still buried in her, and claimed a kiss from Stacy. I felt Monica's legs wrap around my hips encouragingly. "You need help there?" I asked, nodding to her crotch and the busy hand over it.

"Need cock," Stacy answered in the sauciest mumble I ever heard. "When she's done with you."

"Never," Monica grinned, pulling me back to kiss her. I thrust into her possessively, fatigue entirely forgotten now that I felt such inviting flesh all around me. Every other noise that Monica made after that was entirely nonsensical, her body giving in entirely to the ride. Stacy's hand stayed with me, moving up and down my back as Monica and I fucked for all we were worth.

Gasps became wordless pleas. I was losing control just as she did. We were both trembling, simultaneously reaching for a climax that stayed wonderfully out of reach for just shy of too long before we both began to spasm. Her orgasm set off my own. I planted my mouth on hers, sharing a second wet kiss between us.

"Wow," Stacy breathed as we came down from the rush. "That's a good show."

"Mmmh. Guess I could let you have a turn," Monica offered.

"Still sleepy," Stacy mumbled. "Not sure if I can do much."

"You don't have to do anything," I reassured her, kissing Monica as I withdrew.

"Just wanna get off," Stacy said. "Get off 'n' go back to sleep."

"Roll over," I grinned, glancing at Monica. "I'll take care of you."

Stacy's eyes closed again, but she favored my proposal with a self-indulgent grin before she twisted away from me onto her left side. She pulled away the blanket that still covered her legs so she could relax while presenting me with that glorious ass.

Worked up as she was by the show and her own fingers, Stacy needed no more foreplay than Monica. Stacy settled in happily against me, hooking her right leg over mine. Her lips were every bit as wet as my cock was, given what I had just finished. I probed gently with my still very erect tool and my fingers to make sure she was ready as I settled in to spoon around her.

"Fuck me, lover," Stacy breathed within seconds. The angle was a bit odd, making the whole thing just a little awkward until I felt a hand on me to guide me in. Monica loomed over us, smiling wickedly as she helped us get together. Stacy favored us both with a long sigh of pleasured satisfaction at being filled.

As I fucked our blonde partner, Monica threw a couple of pillows up behind my back and then laid herself out on top of them. I had my arm around Stacy's side, her right breast supported in the crook of my elbow while the left partly filled my hand. Monica's tits pushed up against my back as Stacy started grinding against my cock. I was in absolute heaven.

Stacy was similarly content. All the noises from her said so. It got even better for her after Monica shifted up a bit to turn my head into another kiss. When her mouth finally parted from mine, Monica's hand traced low along Stacy's body to reach for the blonde patch of hair between Stacy's legs.

"Oh," Stacy murmured. "You, too?"

"Why not?" Monica asked. "Since when have we been shy?"

"Spoilin' me," the blonde breathed. It was something of a treat for me, too. Fucking Stacy slowly as I was, I could feel the pressure of Monica's fingers as they softly teased and then swirled around Stacy's clit.

"Spoiling you both," Monica replied. "I think Kyle likes making us come. Don't you, baby?"

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Okay," Stacy consented. Her ass kept grinding into my groin, claiming for herself every bit of my cock that she could. Were it not for Monica's intervention, I may well have lost control well before Stacy did. As it happened, though, Stacy's breathing became sharp and pleading, begging us both wordlessly to keep up what we were doing to her. Feeling her crumble to pleasure was a real treat. Her cunt became even tighter and even wetter as I fucked her and Monica drew her into a loud, shameless climax. Monica was right. I loved making them come.

"Oh...oh God, yeah," she whimpered once she could form words again. "So good. You're so good. Kyle...get off in me. Please get off in me."

With the way she begged for it, I couldn't help myself. I got lustier and more selfish than ever. I spread her legs wider with mine as I slid her onto her belly, practically laying on top of her at first with my cock still deep inside her. Her ass felt so good that I just had to see it. I rose up in the bed, leaning heavily on my hands as I fucked her cunt like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

Later, Monica would tell me that she just laid back and watched in fascination. Stacy would tell me that she came even harder and longer from this assault than she had from the team-up she'd just endured. I had really lost track of Monica, though, and pretty much all my surroundings. All there was for me was Stacy's gorgeous ass, her cunt, her screams of pleasure and the need to make her mine.

It was a good while before I let go. Maybe it was the fact that Monica had already gotten me off, maybe it was stress. I really didn't care. I finally came, though, and I remember loving Stacy as much as I had ever loved anyone or anything while I pumped away into her. I leaned in and kissed her back and her shoulders when I was finally done. I whispered something to her that she would remember as being very sweet, but neither of us ever remembered what it was.

Then I pulled off of her, turning to lie back into Monica's welcoming embrace. I was swimming in decadence. Stacy's breathing settled, conveying something like gratitude before she drifted off to sleep again.

"Selfish enough?" I asked her finally.

"Yeah," Monica said, cuddling up to me. "Hope you get that selfish with me next time."

"Thank you," I murmured.

"You're welcome, baby," she smiled into my ear. "But you can thank me again in the morning."



It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 03



Author's note: So it's time for some confessions on this story. I want people to read it. I want people to enjoy it. But I want them to know it's pretty light reading, and should be enjoyed that way. Call it a stroke story if you like.

I feel like I'm doodling. No, really. I'm not literally drawing, but it's about the same thing. Still, there are plenty of artists whose doodles I enjoy, and so in that vein I figured I'd share. I am really glad that people have enjoyed this story so far, I sincerely hope readers enjoy this, and I am genuinely sorry that it has taken me so long to catch up with it... but some of that was because of other projects, and some of it was because I simply see so many problems with this story. Don't look too closely, or you'll see those problems. I think this is fun in spite of all that, but again, literature this ain't.

There's plot and character development here, and also a whole lotta sex in this chapter and the next (I'm putting them in together, so they should post on successive nights). Sooner or later there'll be fistfights and explosions and all that. I can't promise to stay on this story with dedication; I've got a sequel to write for "Good Intentions." But sometimes I just need to stretch the writing muscles in a different direction, and so I write something else.

As an aside, I've got my entry in the Nude Day contest (Justice In the Raw!). Please give it a read and give it a vote if you're so inclined. It's a stand-alone piece, it's fun and sexy, and I'm fairly proud of it.

Also, please note: This story absolutely will, eventually, involve Alyssa getting it on with others. It's not gonna be about Kyle dumping her for being a slut or a whore, and it's not gonna be about him beating up her other lovers/clients. If such is not the story for you, please go no further.

Enjoy!

Chapter Three: A Great Benefits Package

There was a guy screaming things at me that I didn't understand. I had tried really hard to pick up on Pashto and Dari and failed pretty miserably at both. There were demands and threats and simple words, but I couldn't really make them out. The gun that he held to my head spoke for him just fine, though, and really I had other things to concentrate on.

The woman in front of me had her legs spread with the baby crowning. This had started out all wrong for her, and she was in a lot of pain, but it was starting to look like she and her kid were gonna come out of this okay as long as nobody got trigger-happy and blew my head off before I had the baby out.

Four or five other Afghani guys occupied the tent. I was pretty sure that they weren't supposed to be in there at a time like that, but maybe that's all they had. One of them held a lantern, another held a flashlight. Everybody was freaked out. I presumed that the guy yelling at me was either the woman's husband or father and there seemed to be some genuine care for her in his voice and his eyes. That pretty much spelled out the whole situation: baby comes out okay, mom comes out okay, or I don't go home ever again.

There was also Eric. Him, I understood just fine. "How's we doin', Doc?" he asked, still on his knees with his hands behind his head, which was itself covered in a burlap sack.

"Better'n we were an hour ago," I said with some trepidation. The conditions were terrible and our hosts were freaked out. I was worried that one of them would shove me aside in a panic at any moment and fuck all this up. "How's the leg?"

"Foot still moves," Eric answered. He'd been on his knees since they pulled us both into this tent. I had been in much the same predicament, but at least they understood that I needed to shift around to reach for things. I wasn't the one shot through the calf, though. They'd done a pretty sloppy job of seeing to his lower leg, and they wouldn't let me take care of it. Eric was tough. He didn't complain.

Somewhere in the distance I heard a helicopter. I told myself that nobody had given up on Eric and I, that we were gonna be found. We hadn't slept since we were separated from our unit. It wasn't like we had been gone long or been taken far away. Hell, it wasn't like our hosts were being quiet, either.

Mother screamed. Husband-or-father shouted, weak and threatening all at once. His buddies all started shouting things. I shouted things, too, telling them to chill, telling them to just give me more time, telling them it'd be alright. They didn't speak any English, though, and like I said, my Pashto was shit. (Hell, it was so bad, I wasn't even sure they were speaking Pashto.) Maybe I was just trying to convince myself not to freak out.

It wasn't easy. I was as goddamn scared as I'd ever been.

The baby crowned. He came out healthy and whole. I'd say he was beautiful, but honestly I'm just not into babies. Husband-or-now-grandfather clearly felt differently. He succumbed to teary relief and pulled the AK back from my head once I had cleared the baby out and got it wailing. His dudes seemed to all breathe a little easier, too, but things remained pensive. I grabbed for my bag, pulled out my clamps and goodies. Took care of the cord as soon as I was sure it was safe. Took care of the afterbirth.

Eric stayed quiet. He never asked if it was a boy or girl or anything. I really don't think he gave a fuck, and honestly, I didn't, either. I might've felt differently if they'd just asked for help. There, guys. Have your fuckin' baby. Can we go now?

Then the bag came over my head. They didn't bind my hands, but a pair of guys held each of my arms as I was dragged out. Lots of pushing, lots of hauling. I heard Eric right there with me. I was shoved, lost my balance, lost track of the ground underneath me. Tumble, tumble, ow, tumble, ow. I realized, before the rolling and bumping ended, that Eric was in the same boat.

It hurt. A lot. Only I didn't really feel it. As soon as I was sure I had control of myself again, I took the sack off my head. We were on sloping ground, all dirt and low scrub plants. Dawn twilight began to light the sky.

I checked on Eric, who skidded to a halt right next to me. "Aw, that fuckin' hurt," he groaned as soon as I had his head free. He'd suffered a nasty abrasion on his forehead, banged up his cheek, but thankfully nothing seemed broken. I set to looking at his leg.

"Think I twisted my fucking ankle on the way down," he said. I gave it a check, which only left him biting back growls of pain. It was convincing enough for me. I left it alone for the moment. "Any idea where we are?" Eric asked.

"Can't be far from where they grabbed us," I muttered. I fumbled around in my pockets, but they'd taken practically everything. The assholes didn't toss any of our gear down the hillside after us. "But no, they bagged me before they picked me up."

"Think we were in a cave. Had to be a cave."

I didn't look up from my work. They really had put a sloppy bandage on him. I threw off my outer shirt, yanked off my wife-beater and made a better bandage out of it and my belt. "Would they set up a tent inside a cave?" I asked.

"These fuckin' morons...I wouldn't put anything past 'em anymore," Eric grunted. "Fuckers kidnapped us to do somethin' we'd do for anyone an' then turn us loose like this soon as you're done. Assholes."

"Well, I don't want to hang around for them to change their mind on it," I grunted. "Can you limp?"

He nodded. I heaved him to his feet, letting him lean on me for support, and within a couple of steps I decided that it wasn't going to work. There were a couple of embarrassed words of protest, but a moment later I had him over my shoulders in a fireman's carry and we were headed down toward the valley.

"You're gonna get a fuckin' medal out of this for sure," Eric finally said after about ten minutes. It meant his sense of humor was returning, which was good.

"LT and Gunny Beehan gotta admit that they were stupid enough to put us in a position to get kidnapped in the first place if they're gonna do the paperwork for medals," I huffed. "You really think they want Battalion to hear about this?"

"Been gone too long to hush it up," Eric mused. "Ain't like the captain would put up with that shit."

"He's got more important things to worry about than medals," I grumbled. We came down to what amounted to a bend in the path, rounded it...and found a sleek, black chunk of obsidian floating in the air in front of us. It was shaped sort of like wings, and it was big enough for lots of people to jump inside.

There were green guys lined up in front of it. They didn't speak right away, or maybe they did, it's hard to tell. Then one by one they all asked if they could nail my sister.

Eric grunted. "Should've stayed in Afghanistan, bro."

Dreams leave us with these moments that tell us things are too fucking weird to be real. You realize you don't really live in this house anymore, or that should have hurt more than it did, or there's no reason what you're doing should actually work. That dream left me with a bit of a double-take; there were aliens, yes, but not in Afghanistan. I'm not in Afghanistan anymore. I'm in bed.

I stretched. Turned just a bit. Realized someone was sleeping next to me. Then I became aware that someone else was on my other side, too.

"Yum, he's awake," murmured Stacy on my right. I felt her hand run down my chest, down past my stomach, slipping between my right leg and my groin.

My first attempt at speaking came out in a bit of a mumble. I tried again. "You been waiting for me?"

"No worries," Monica said, crawling in closer on my left and putting my arm around her. "We've only been awake a few minutes. Been giving each other deep, meaningful looks across you."

"Don't let me interrupt," I said, but then Stacy interrupted me with a kiss. She started out soft at first, but then moved in for more. Her hand between my legs got friendlier. It was a great way to wake up, but, "Hey. Wait. Sure I got morning breath. Lemme go fix this."

"No morning breath," Stacy assured me, leaning in on me more. Those incredible breasts of hers pushed up against my chest. "No morning stink. You're as delicious as you were last night." She kissed me again, deeper this time, waking me up quite effectively as Monica caressed my side.

Her mouth came off of mine, trailing away across my cheek and then along my jaw. "Huh," I said, "I should have some stubble by now."

"Nope," Stacy said, nibbling at my neck. "Smooth and soft and fuckable."

"You've been 'adjusted,' remember?" Monica grinned, biting a bit on my shoulder. "The benefits package goes a lot further than just stamina."

"Someone's got a lot of 'splainin' to do," I grinned, then put my arms up over my head and stretched. Waking up in a bed to that stretch was still something of a treat; I'd had a whole lot of mornings on hard ground in the middle of nowhere before this. Yet now I was getting that feel-good morning stretch with two hotties lying against me.

Stacy rolled the rest of the way on top of me, claiming me like I was her new body pillow. I glanced at Monica, who merely smirked and gave a bit of a shrug. I was about to say something, but then I felt Stacy's wet labia slide around against my cock—hard as ever, naturally—and it gave me a trouble in speaking.

"You don't get out of this bed 'til you get off," Monica told me gently. She leaned in and kissed me as Stacy lightly dragged her nails against my chest, knowingly teasing me with the grind of her hips against mine as she rose up on top of me.

"Yeah," Stacy sighed, clearly enjoying the sensation of teasing my sex with hers just as much as I did. "Sex, then breakfast. I'm cooking."

"I can cook," I offered.

"No. Stacy can cook. You can get a shower or you can fuck more," Monica corrected, "or both. Those are your options."

"I don't get a say in any of this?"

"What've you really got to say?" Stacy grinned. She lifted herself up a bit to slip one hand between her legs, guiding my cock up into her. The resistance her body put up allowed us both to savor the moment as she slowly took me inside.

Long, heavy breaths later, I said, "Rule applies to all of us. No getting up 'til you get off."

"I plan to," Stacy assured me.

"All of us," I corrected, looking at Monica. I held my hands out to her, giving a meaningful nod of my head. "Together."

"Oh," Monica smiled. Just watching her slip up off the bed was a treat enough; I could stare at her face and body all day long, and Stacy's too, even if that was all I got to do with either of them. Luckily things had gone much farther than staring and drooling. Monica's smooth brown leg slipped over my head, lowering her sex down toward my mouth as she faced Stacy. I hadn't quite determined how far their relationship went yet, but they were clearly best friends with benefits. Had I not been with them like this, I'd have been insanely envious.

My hands slipped up over Monica's hips, grabbing her ass as my lips came up onto hers. I heard her moan as I tasted her, finding her wet and ready much as Stacy had been. I'm all for a good round of foreplay, but both of these women were so ready to go I suspected they'd had much in the way of the same 'adjustments' I'd had.

Stacy's cunt rose up and down on my cock, enveloping and massaging it with every stroke. I heard noises from her, too. From both of them. Each of them needed a hand against my chest or stomach to steady herself, but past that I couldn't really tell what they were doing. I imagined they were making out, or just staring, or touching one another. Maybe they looked at one another through fluttering eyes. Maybe they grinned in wicked triumph and high-fived. I had no idea. With Stacy occupying my cock and Monica tempting my mouth with the taste of her sex, I had no way of knowing what else was going on and I really couldn't have cared less.

I tilted my head back to push my tongue as deeply into Monica as it could go. As they had predicted, I had more stamina for all this than ever before. Monica started letting out noises of pleasure loud enough for me to hear even with her legs around my head as I ate away at her. Stacy did, too; she used me like her favorite sex toy.

I felt Stacy get off first. Her cunt clamped down around my cock, spasmed and throbbed, releasing further warm fluids all over me. The sensations of her orgasm forced my own. I pumped up and into her without the slightest bit of control over myself. Monica came in a wet release as well, though with my mouth right there to taste her moist rewards, there was considerably less of a mess.

Monica slid off of to one side, slumping against the pile of pillows Stacy had left behind when she climbed onto me. Stacy kept riding me, though slower, savoring the aftershocks of her climax. I let her use me to take care of myself. Monica's pussy was still close enough to kiss; I turned my head and leaned in, gently nuzzling and licking her labia and her clit.

So all night long, in the back of my mind, there was this troubling thought: I really liked both of these women. Not just as playmates (although holy fuck were they amazing playmates). Not just as eye candy. They were both smart and funny and each of them had a wonderful energy that I just wanted more of in my life. I really wanted them to stay around, at least as friends—and obviously a whole lot had gone on that could take things well past friendship.

Except there were two of them, and there was Alyssa and everything going on between her and I. Could I really build a relationship on something that started out with straight-up fantasy sex? Could either of them know I was being genuine when I was so ready to just jump into bed with them like this?

This was fun. So much fun. It was warm and reassuring and intimate, and you can tell me I'm mushy or whatever, but I felt us bonding. At least, I was bonding to them. Clearly some of that was biology. Some of that was much more.

Except, like I said, there were two of them. I was afraid this whole thing would turn out to be bittersweet. Then they blew those expectations away like all the others.

"Oh wow," Monica panted, feebly reaching forward to put her hand on my head encouragingly. "Uh. Stacy?"

"Yeah?" Stacy whimpered.

"This is gonna go way past the weekend, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Stacy mumbled, her tone conveying utter surrender.

"Might get complicated," huffed Monica.

"Nuh-uh. There's enough of him for us all to share."

My heart soared. Monica twisted to take her delicious pussy away from my mouth, curling up beside me while Stacy's sex squeezed mine and her hips rolled around to indulge in our shared afterglow. I didn't really think too much about what she meant by "us all." I was too blown away by the more obvious implications.

"What do you think?" Monica asked. "Can you handle us both?"

I was suddenly out of breath. "Really?"

"We aren't talking about moving in together or anything," Monica shrugged, caressing my chest. "But yeah. We like you a lot."

"Yeah," Stacy agreed with a dreamy nod. "This is too good to stop."

"No other expectations," Monica told me. "No other rules. We just keep this up with each other and see where it goes? Doesn't always have to be both of us at the same time. We don't always have the same schedules. We might both see other guys. Might not. We're not even asking you to be exclusive with us."

"Just wanna keep seeing you," Stacy murmured. "We like being close to you. You feel good. Safe. Normal rules all went out the window when the aliens showed up, anyway. Why stop?"

"Can we just give this whole deal an open-ended duration?" Monica asked.

"You know I'm not gonna say no to this," I told her.

"You might. Might be one of those guys who thinks sluts are fun to play with but not for anything like a real relationship. Might be a one-woman guy deep down. Might be too freaked out by all this to want to make even a casual commitment to keep dating. Three-ways are supposed to be one-time things, not ongoing arrangements, and there are reasons for that.

"But Stacy's right. Rules aren't exactly the same here. This feels good. It feels safe. We're both career-focused women without a lot of time for high-maintenance guys, but we'd both really like to have someone fun to play with... and we wouldn't mind sharing. Neither of us have time to be selfish, anyway. You're a great guy and you're clearly able to satisfy both of us. So why not? I think we'd all have even more fun with this if we didn't feel like there was a clock on it."

"I'm crazy about both of you," I told them flatly—or at least as emphatically as I could with Stacy still working my cock. "I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now. Yes. Yes, I want this to keep going."

Monica crept in to smother me with a long, deep, delicious kiss. Stacy already had her own intimacy well underway. "Nice guy with the nicest dick," she sighed happily, slowly rocking on it with her eyes practically rolling back.

Our other bedmate smiled. "You should know," Monica said, "that Stacy's a college debate champ and a certified Mensa member. So she's obviously quite eloquent."

"And a slut for this cock," Stacy moaned shamelessly.

"This might be too much for my ego," I warned.

"You gonna be nice to us like you've been?" Monica asked. "Treat us like equals? Not take us for granted? All that?"

"Hell, yeah," I huffed.

"Then no worries. Like I said last night, you need a little ego-boostin' for your new job. It's kind of a requirement."

* * *

Shocking as it may sound, I stayed in bed after getting Stacy off again to have some more fun with Monica. It was Stacy's idea, really; she slipped off of me, said she wanted a nice long shower before she made breakfast, and playfully rolled me over into Monica's arms before she left the bed.




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 03



It was sex with Monica. It was awesome. I pinned her to the bed and had my way with her, or maybe I had her way with me. Hell, I don't know. We weren't remotely done when Stacy sauntered out of the bathroom in one of Alyssa's short silk robes and then downstairs. We certainly weren't talking, though. Just breathing heavily and grunting in ongoing satisfaction as I thrust into the woman laying underneath me again and again.

Toward the end, we both gave up on technique or elegance and just rutted. I got more than a little physically possessive, holding a fistful of her hair and slamming into her. Monica's mouth couldn't form words; all she could do was grunt. She gave up keeping her legs wrapped around my hips, too, letting them fall open for me. We came together in a long, throbbing bout of wonder, and finally had to just lay together to regain our senses.

Amazingly enough, neither of us were out of breath. We were breathing heavy, to be sure, and my muscles had much the same good, worn-out feeling one gets from a massage, but for all the exertion neither of us were the least bit uncomfortable. I barely even softened up inside her, either.

"So good," Monica whispered finally, kissing my neck. "Thank you."

"I was afraid I was taking it a bit too far there," I confessed. "I just couldn't stop."

Monica shook her head. "Oh no. Not at all. Normally I'm not into getting rough like that, but in your case? Anytime. You don't even need to ask. And certainly not this weekend," she added with a smile. "Remember. We might want to have something more like a dating relationship after this weekend, but for now? You be selfish. Anything you want. Whenever you want it. We'll enjoy providing."

"I think I might want a shower this time," I grinned.

"Go. I need a few moments to lay here anyway. You feel really good inside me, but honestly I could use a little break."

I kissed her again, softly and affectionately. I'd known her for less than 24 hours, and most of that was either craziness or sex or just plain sleeping, and yet I knew I was falling for her. The way she kissed me back gave me some hope that she might be feeling the same way, as did her happy sigh when my lips pulled away. "Mmmh," she said. "I hardly want to let you go. Having you in me is nice."

"I could stay...?"

"Nah. Go. Promise me there'll be more later. Gives me something to look forward to."

"Both of us," I grinned, giving her one last kiss before gently disengaging and standing up. I couldn't help but stare. "I did that," I said, gesturing to the well-fucked beauty on the bed in front of me.

She made no effort to draw her legs together. "Yeah," she agreed, "you did."

With that, I staggered off to the bathroom. Within only a few minutes, the wobbly feeling in my legs was gone. I softened, but didn't really go flaccid. I had this strange, full-body high that blended a good night's sleep and the greatest sex of my life—which, admittedly, is what I'd just been enjoying all night and morning.

I got the water running in the shower and took care of business while I waited for it to warm up. Funny enough, my first thought on awakening was usually that I wanted to go to the bathroom, but now I found that while my digestive system was certainly working (sue me, I'm a corpsman, I think about this stuff), there was a lot less urgency and, as I found, a lot less need.

Enough about that, I figured. I got in the shower and started washing up. I couldn't get over our stamina, or our need to indulge it. We all just wanted more and more, and our bodies more than rose to the challenge. I grew thoughtful about examining myself as I showered, noticing that plenty of little aches and pains had gone away. Hell, some of them were things I'd just gotten so used to I didn't even know they hurt anymore. But it was all gone. As Stacy had told me on awakening, too, my face and neck were still perfectly smooth. Not a bit of stubble.

I looked toned and fit. Felt that way, too, and it's not like I hadn't only just gotten out of a frontline combat unit—I mean it wasn't like I was letting myself go to hell after being discharged—but I looked good. Better than ever.

And, before I knew it, I was erect again, and now that my head was a little clearer I couldn't help but notice that that thing was bigger and badder than ever, too.

I dried off. Took a good look at myself in the mirror after wiping away some of the steam. Yep. Still my face. Still my hair.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Monica in exactly the position I'd left her. "I feel wonderful," she declared to the ceiling.

"Yeah," I said, coming around to the side of the bed where I could kneel down beside her. "Me, too. Can we talk about that for a moment?"

"Hm?" she asked, looking at me.

"None of this is natural. Nobody should have this kind of stamina. Or libido."

"Well, no. But like we said, aliens, right? Alyssa had them make some improvements on you while you were still in the military. She arranged the same for us, too. Not sure how much it cost her out of her, uh, payments or whatever, but I got the feeling that she was having so much fun earning her pay she started running out of things to buy. It's not exactly a traditional human economy out there. They don't always arrange things in ordinary numbers or cash or anything."

I nodded, hearing her out. I realize that most folks might've wanted all this explained up front rather than just shrugging it off for so long, but you know what? I had two amazing women show up at my door in lingerie and drag me off to bed. Damn right my brain turned off, and I've yet to see reason why I should regret it.

Anyway, this was all food for thought. "So do you know what it all means?" I asked. "Specifics? Alyssa and her alien date or john or whatever just said I wouldn't have to worry about viral or bacterial infections anymore. She was kind of hung up on the 'no STDs' thing. No pregnancies, either, apparently."

Monica stretched in the bed, perfectly happy to have me ogle her body. "Stacy and I both really only need about half as much sleep as we used to. And we eat whatever the hell we want and don't seem to be picking up any weight. I feel stronger now, too. I hardly even work out. It's all kind of unfair."

"And the sex?" I asked. "I mean am I gonna be this horny all the time? I should be completely spent, but as great as last night and this morning were, I'm still not done. I feel like I'm not nearly done."

"Good," she smiled. "It's not a constant thing. Well, it is, but it isn't. It comes down to mind over matter. Think of it like this: your body's been put into sex-overdrive compared to normal people, but that's gonna basically be your normal state from now on. There's a mental component to it, though; you do a little meditating and a little concentrating before you go to bed, or in the mornings, and then you don't have trouble with it during the day. It all balances out. Body stays ready to go all the time, mind keeps it from making you nuts. Alyssa can help you with that."

"But you can't?" I asked.

"No," she said, her grin turning a little bit wicked. "No, you need Alyssa for that. All Stacy and I can do is help you satisfy your freaky urges."

"Well, that's awfully kind of you," I smirked.

"Isn't it?"

"Still. After awhile, doesn't the vibe kind of lose its spark? Doesn't it just feel ordinary after awhile?"

"You'd think so, right? But no. Listen, I asked Alyssa the same thing. What she said was, 'When you're having great sex, don't you want it to go on forever? Don't you wish you always felt that good? Or that sexy? If you really could have it all the time, why wouldn't you?' And she's right. That's pretty much how it is.

"It's why we're all so easily aroused. It's why you keep putting out so much volume and why we stay wet and ready. It's why we all taste so good. Alyssa sort of worked out a wish list and asked the green guys what they could do, and poof. Magic sex machines. We've got actual limits, but so far we've never needed to push them.

"So on that note: Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I feel like you should know... we all have a kind of pheremone thing going now, too. We find someone we like, we start giving it off. It's not really a conscious thing. It's just activated by personal attraction. But you'll find it's ridiculously easy to pick up on women now."

I blinked. "You're kidding."

"Well, they gotta be willing and at least a little bit interested," she shrugged. "Fact is, it don't really matter how good-looking or sexy you are; if you're a dick or if a gal is genuinely loyal to her man, she ain't gonna fuck you. It's not like you're turning anyone's mind off."

"Wow. That's, um. That's a lot to take in."

Monica shrugged. "So listen, you wanna go play the field for awhile, Stacy and I will be cool with it. I mean we certainly did when we got the benefits package. We were Queens of the One Night Stand for a year or two there and we had a great time. It's understandable. But at this point we've kind of developed some high standards, and so far you're the only guy who's met them, so... play around all you want, but just be considerate about it, okay?"

Wow. That was another bombshell. I nodded. "Anything else I should know?"

"Well, listen... you get why we're telling you to be selfish with us?" Monica asked. "We know exactly how you feel. We're almost as bad; we're just used to it and better at concealing it, but we get that damn horny, too, and you're the first guy we've had who can measure up. We knew the score coming in here. We want you to have fun with it. So you can drop the 'too good to be true' bit and just start using us like your favorite toys, okay?"

Again, I nodded. "That's gonna be a whole lotta sex."

"Good. Anyway. Right now I would kinda like a shower. And Stacy's down there making breakfast. Don't worry about interrupting her," Monica grinned.

I kissed her once again and then slipped over into my own room just long enough to grab a fresh pair of boxer-briefs and gym shorts. I threw on a loose shirt, too, but didn't bother to button it. I didn't want anything holding up one of my new best friends if they wanted to take it off of me again.

Downstairs, I was immediately confronted with my other immediate problem: the living room window was still completely shattered. A breeze drifted through, causing the drapes to billow gently. That was a problem. I headed upstairs to jump onto my computer, find a repair guy and then found my phone to call him.

It was, to be blunt and quick, a boring conversation. Yes, I have a broken window. Yes, as fast as possible. Can you expedite? Sure, how much does that cost? Oh. Wow.

And then it hit me: I don't have money problems anymore. I have Alyssa. She explicitly told me to take her bank cards and go nuts. Feeling still a touch guilty about it, I used my own card just the same, resolving to use Alyssa's to cover the weekend but wanting to make the gesture of paying for the damage I'd done myself. Sure, maybe we effectively had unified finances now. Sure, maybe it was chump change compared to what Alyssa had stashed away. And yeah, maybe I'm weird. But it was a thing.

I went downstairs once more, seduced by the wonderful smell of bacon, and picked through what little broken glass had fallen on the inside of the living room on my way around to the kitchen.

Stacy stood there at the stove in Alyssa's short blue robe. God, those legs were a vision, and the way that robe failed to quite cover up her ass was nothing short of an invitation. She had to know, I figured. Hearing my footsteps, Stacy bent slightly and pushed her ass out a little. "Hope you don't mind a little wait," she said. "I like to take my time and get everything right."

"I don't mind," I said. At first instinct, I didn't really believe that she wasn't putting on a deliberate show for me. Thing is, she was also cooking. I saw stuff for pancakes and scrambled eggs or maybe omelets, all waiting for a later stage, but at the moment she was focused mostly on the big pan of hash browns and the other big pan of bacon. It was almost as if the flirty body language wasn't even a conscious thing.

Slipping up beside my new friend, I asked, "How long have we got?" Without even asking, I picked up discarded dishes and tools and put them in the sink to wash them off. She could cook, but I figured I could at least clean a little.

"Oh, fifteen minutes or so," she said. "Maybe more. I had to find everything in here. First time I've cooked in this kitchen. Usually Alyssa stays at my place. Or we're at Monica's. Alyssa talked about buying someplace extravagant once you were in the know." She looked down at the mixing bowls and assorted tools I was cleaning. "You know you aren't supposed to do that. I'll take care of it."

"I agreed to let you cook. You can at least let me help clean up a little," I smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm just... I was raised to do things myself and never expect anyone to wait on me. I get even more self-conscious when it's women, because I don't want to be a chauvinist douchebag or make anyone think I expect it."

"I don't think you expect it." She smiled back, giving no further argument. "We really are here for you to just kick back and let us fawn all over you. But you're scoring an awful lot of points by reacting like this. Just so you know."

"I'll take 'em," I said, finishing up. With Stacy still cooking, there wasn't a whole lot to do. "So you and Monica and Alyssa spend a lot of time together?"

"Well, you know how it is," Stacy chuckled, not yet looking back at me. "Three bi-sexual girls get all spun up by alien technology, can't find a guy who can keep up with them. Can't find one you trust enough to tell the whole truth, either. So you wind up developing some habits to take the edge off."

The blunt hint could've put me on the floor. "So you've all...?"

Stacy's head turned ever so slightly. Her eyes slid up toward me. "All the time," she smiled. "Started with just a little playtime in college, and we all liked it too much to stop. Trouble is, it's not enough. We all love the cock."

She let the suggestion hang there for a moment, then turned her face back to her work. Everything Monica had said to me about knowing what sort of state I was in replayed in my ears. I lost all shame or hesitation.

"Never tried sharing anyone before," she went on as I slipped around behind her. She didn't hear me slide my shorts down to the floor and step out of them. "I gotta admit, it's way more fun than I—oooooh," she shivered as she felt me move in behind her, slipping my cock up between her cheeks. I slipped my hands up her arms, then down them again, bringing that hand with the spatula down onto the countertop along with the other one.

"I'm happy to be shared," I murmured as my lips brushed up against her neck and toward her ear.

"Oh god," Stacy moaned, pressing back against me. I put my hands on her hips, enjoying both the feel of the silk robe and the figure underneath it, and then freely took it upon myself to gently rub her back, and caress her sides, and then reach around and up to cup her full, luscious breasts.

She let out a tiny, happy whimper as I gently rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Don't let me distract you," I teased.

The shudder that came from her then hinted at this being more of a turn-on than I had hoped. "Kyle," she whispered.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can I trust you?"

"Yes."

"I want to trust you. You seem wonderful. But I gotta know. Really. Because if I can't trust you...ooohhh," she moaned, grinding into me more and reaching up to make sure my hands on her breasts stayed right where they were. She'd gone almost hoarse. Her voice sounded weak. "Kyle, if I can't trust you, I swear to God I'll crush you like a bug."

She felt me grin against her neck. "Good," I told her. "I'd have it coming."

"Oh Kyle, I gotta... I gotta tell you something," she breathed, and ground against me. "I like you so much. I like playing with you so much."

"Me, too." She seemed to be on a repeat cycle, or maybe just having trouble completing the thought because of the physical distractions. I was nothing but patient.

"I want to trust you with something."

"I promise not to abuse your trust."

She giggled just a little, and leaned her head back and turned it just enough for a light kiss. Her eyes fluttered up at me. "I want you inside me, Kyle," she whispered. "Come inside me and I'll tell you my secret."

We held our gaze. I kept my hold on her breasts, because she encouraged it with one hand. With her other, she reached between our legs and guided me to her. Then we pushed together, her pussy so wet and welcoming and my cock so stiff that we had little trouble joining deeply. She let out a light, satisfied moan as I buried myself in her.

The "oooh" that Stacy let out was only a little short of joyful weeping. "Kyle," she cooed, "you feel so good!"

"It's mutual," I assured her. We ground together a little while, just slowly fucking over the stove. If it turned out she had nothing of importance to say at all, I'd still have been happy to humor her. This was fun.

"I'm... I'm... ooooohhh yes... I'm really submissive, Kyle," she confessed in a soft, trembling whisper.

My eyes opened. Leaning over her as I was, our faces were almost side by side. I heard her let out another moan as I pushed into her. "You're safe with me," I told her. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh," she whimpered. "I like... I like... I'm not into being... unh... tied up or... degraded, but... I like a... I like a guy who'll just take me how he wants. I like you being in control. Fucking me like this. Oh god. I just wanna give in to you. I like being taken. Possessed. Oh fuck. I want you to know it and... unh... use it."

My hold on her tightened and I thrust just a little harder. The admission seemed to raise the feeling of intimacy between us instantly. It's hard to describe, but there it was: one second this was a great, kinky, naughty kitchen fuck, and then suddenly it was something more—and better.

"You can trust me," I whispered to her. "I'll be good to you."

"Will you?" she asked. "Just take me and fuck me? And then respect me later? I don't want to live like this all the time, Kyle. It's not... unh... it's not who I am in the... in the rest of my life. It's just sex. But oh... oh God, Kyle..."

She seemed to tighten around my cock and grow wetter at the same time. "It's why I don't have a boyfriend. I need a good guy. Someone I can trust. Find a balance with. You are so awesome, Kyle."

"Sssshhhh," I told her, feeling my way through this new territory. "We'll talk about it later. When I'm not fucking you," I added with just a bit of a growl.

"Mmmhh!" Stacy agreed, and kept pushing her ass up against me to take as much of me as she could. I didn't want to pound into her. We both enjoyed this slow rhythm too much for that. But inevitably our pace picked up as we drew closer to a shared orgasm. I thrust harder, too, opting for power over speed in my thrusts. Stacy loudly approved.

"Kyle!" she cried out. Her voice grew loud and shameless. "Unh! Kyle! Fuck me! Oh god yes fuck me! Like that! Please don't—don't stop! Fuck—ooh! Oooh!"

Then a hand came around to her cheek and slender, mocha brown fingers slipped into Stacy's mouth. I blinked and looked at Monica, standing beside us now in a fuller robe than Stacy had with a stern look on her face. "Finish this quietly," she said. "We have company."

"What?" I blinked and paused.

"Finish," Monica repeated. She wasn't insensitive to our position—that much was clear in her tone—but at the same time, she was compelled to interrupt. "It's important. Don't walk away from her like this."

I don't think I could have just walked away, to be honest. Had the President or a bus full of nuns or a news crew walked in on us, I'd have had to keep fucking Stacy. I slammed into her harder now, fucking her and holding her tits with possessive urgency. Monica leaned in to Stacy's ear, whispering affectionate things to her and holding her face gently as I used her body from behind. I deliberately built toward an orgasm, holding back my grunts as well as I could when I started to pulse and pump into her. Stacy experienced a near-simultaneous orgasm triggered by the sensation of my flooding her within. Monica kissed her to smother her audible reactions.




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 03



Taking only a moment to slow my breath, I eventually released Stacy, who leaned on the counter heavily. "Oh wow thank you, Kyle," she huffed.

Monica didn't wait on anyone's afterglow. In a flash, she grabbed both a dish towel and the discarded pile of my boxer-briefs and gym shorts. She wiped away the intimate fluids running down my leg while thrusting the clothes into my hands.

"Blue military uniforms means Air Force, right?" she asked.

I blinked. "Uh, yeah? I mean it's a lighter blue than—"

"There are two Air Force people waiting at the front door to talk to you."

I blinked again. "Oh shit, are you serious?"

"I would not make that up," Monica assured me quite seriously. "I'm guessing from all the military bling on their uniforms that they ain't a couple of nobodies, but I don't really know all that G.I. Joe crap."

I slipped my underwear and shorts on. "What do they want?"

"They wanna talk to one of the residents and named you and Alyssa. They wouldn't take 'go away' for an answer from me. You're gonna have to talk to them."

"What do they know?" I asked, hurriedly buttoning my shirt.

"That the window's busted and that someone back here was just getting her brains fucked out by a guy named Kyle," Monica half-scowled and half-smirked. "Not much else, I'd bet, but I don't really know. So you'd better go deal with 'em."

"Hopefully they're not here to just haul me away," I grumbled. Given everything I'd been through in the last 24 hours, the thought that repeated in my mind as I moved toward the front door was, Please be Samantha Carter. Please be Samantha Carter. Please be Samantha...

I opened the door. No. Not Samantha Carter. Definitely not anyone from the TV show. But the brunette was cute. And a captain. Standing beside her and maybe a step ahead was a tall man with a major's oak leaves on his lapels. For some reason, I instantly thought that was kinda sexist, but then I had other problems, because the major started talking.

"Are you Hospital Corpsman 2nd Class Kyle McLoughlin?" he asked gravely. I couldn't help but glance at the brunette, knowing I must look like a complete goon in this faded blue and white Hawaiian shirt. I thought I saw her lips twitch, but she didn't smile. Clearly she had a good poker face.

I had been really nervous about this about three seconds earlier. Air Force officers showing up at my (housemate's) doorstep the night after I find out about all this alien business? And me just starting out in what was already a ridiculously kick-ass civilian life? I really did have visions of the military hauling me back in, and either sticking me in Leavenworth or pulling some sort of forced-reenlistment bullshit to send me back into combat.

Only I really did see the captain's lips twitch, and the major just had to go and ask me that, and it was all I could do not to say, "That's Lord McLoughlin of House McLoughlin to you, dude." I didn't say that, though. I couldn't. But I now I had to fuck with him.

"I'm discharged now, Major Johansen," I said. "It's just Kyle McLoughlin. Mister, if you want to be formal." My eyes turned to his companion. "Morning, Captain Hughes," I nodded politely.

Johansen's head turned curiously. I saw Hughes's lips twitch again. "We're wearing nametags, sir," she said very quietly.

To be honest, it had been done to me, too. It just never stops being weird.

Johansen quickly recovered. He gestured to the pile of broken glass on the front porch. "You appear to have had quite a night," he said.

"I did. Couldn't help myself," I shrugged.

"Could we come in and talk?"

"I've got some company right now, actually," I replied—and suddenly remembered that hot-as-hell Monica had just answered this door in a bathrobe while they could clearly hear Stacy and I going at it. Hell, half the neighborhood might've heard. "Plus I'm not really at my best. I'm hardly even dressed. What time is it?"

"Ten twenty-three," Johansen said without looking at his watch. "Mr. McLoughlin, I'm sure you know why we're here."

"I really don't."

He cleared his throat and folded his hands in front of him. "Last night, some sort of low-flying vehicle entered and left this area. There was no flight plan, nor would it have been remotely legal. Neighbors reported strange lights in the area. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

I frowned, gave it a moment's feigned consideration, and then shook my head. "Not a clue," I told him. I put on my best I'm-embarrassed-to-be-this-awesome voice and admitted, "I was kind of distracted last night. I've got company, like I said."

"Mr. McLoughlin, would it surprise you to know that this isn't the first time such an incident has taken place in this area?"

I blinked. "Yeah, a little. Man, you think it's some of those drones the police department keeps talking about buying? I haven't lived here long. I suppose there might be some sort of illegal activity in the neighborhood. Lotta meth labs in King County. Maybe you should check with the police?"

"Cut the crap, corpsman," Johansen scowled. "You know exactly why I'm here."

"Major, I was medically discharged from the Navy," I said. "I'm not physically qualified to be a corpsman anymore. It says so in my health file. Whole bunch of officers decided that for me. I signed all my discharge papers. I'm not a corpsman. I'm a civilian. So please stop trying to pull the military card on me, 'cause I'm not gonna pop to attention and I'm not gonna salute.

"Also, you're not an 'I'm here.' You're a 'we're here.' You're not alone, remember?"

His goat thoroughly gotten, Johansen immediately choked back a reply that would surely have been delivered in anger. His companion cleared her throat and stepped up beside him with a slightly less confrontational look on her face.

"Mr. McLoughlin," said Captain Hughes, "we're concerned that the incident last night might indicate a threat to public safety, or even national security. In looking at who lived in the neighborhood, your name came up as someone we thought we might be able to work with."

"I'm certainly interested in public safety and national security, captain," I replied. It was easier to be nice to a nicer approach. My smile had returned, though I tried not to let it grow too big lest my taunting of the major go too far. "Can you tell me what specifically you're concerned about? What you think might be flying around here?"

Those lips didn't twitch this time, but they did purse up a bit. "I'm afraid we can't do that," she said. "You don't have the security clearance."

"Ah. Well. Can't say I'm shocked there. But if you can't tell me what it is you're looking for, then I can't really tell you if I've seen it or heard it or really much of anything. But if you want to give me some contact info, I promise I'll let you know if and when I see something like you've described."

"We can do that," the captain said. She pulled out her wallet to retrieve a business card. I fought down another smile. Of course she had a business card. She was Air Force. Sigh.

"Your, ah—guest?—said that Ms. Summers was out of town when she answered the door. Is that correct?"

"It is," I nodded, frowning just a little. "I don't really have a way to get ahold of her right now, either. One of those 'I'm leaving town and turning off my phone' sort of trips. Hell, I couldn't even point you in the direction she went."

"That seems a little reckless," Johansen commented. "What if someone had an emergency?"

"We're both adults," I told him. "I trust her to take care of herself."

Johansen snorted. Hughes maintained her pleasant, diplomatic composure. I wanted to tear her clothes off and see what she was like when she dropped the mask. I remembered, then, what Monica had said about needing to learn how to control my arousal. I folded my hands in front of my groin to conceal what would doubtlessly be a raging erection in about five seconds and resolved to cut this short.

"I've got some things to get back to inside," I said, and then winced a little as I saw Hughes's lips twitch with sharply-controlled amusement once again. "That and I've gotta be ready for when the glass guy shows up to fix the window. But I'll keep my eye out for flying stuff."

Hughes offered up a tactful smile. It was entirely possible that she straight-up didn't like me and was just covering it perfectly. Or maybe she liked me just fine and thought Johansen was an idiot. Either way, she was a professional about it, and holy shit did that just make her more attractive. "Thank you for your time, Mr. McLoughlin," she said, offering her hand.

"Call me Kyle," I said, risking the handshake. Aaaand yup. It happened. Skin on skin contact with the naturally pretty, plainly intelligent, no-makeup and no-bullshit woman in the officer's uniform was enough to get me well on the way to full erection. What's more, she didn't let go right away, and I couldn't just stand there with my other hand covering my groin, so I had to let that one just drop and goddammit, why did I have to leave off with all this feeling embarrassed?

Then she stepped away, and her eyes drifted down for what was almost surely no reason at all, and then I saw her blush and turn away. Dammit!

"I expected more cooperation out of someone with your service record," Johansen grunted as he walked away without offering a handshake of his own, which would've been fine since it would've been a total buzzkill.

Hughes stiffened just a little as he said that, but kept walking. That told me a whole lot. They hadn't just looked at listed residents in the neighborhood and taken note of veterans. They'd actually reviewed my file—to what extent, I didn't know, but that wasn't the point. They'd reviewed it, and pretended all they'd done was check for vets, and we'd had that whole "we know you know what we think you know" conversation under that pretext... and Johansen had gone and blown it, and Hughes knew he'd blown it.

So now I knew that Johansen was a hot-tempered douche, and Hughes was a sharp professional stuck working with him. Funny how often that sort of thing happens. Why can't all the douchebags be kept at the lower rungs?

The two got in their black sedan and drove off while I stepped back into the doorway and watched. I didn't close the door until they'd gone, and not until my eyes had swept the street several times for... I don't know what.

"Is that all taken care of?" Monica asked as she slipped around the door. "Normally I'm good at getting people to go away, but—wow, are you horny," she blinked as she moved closer.

"Oh man," I grumbled, looking down at my groin. Then I frowned. Yeah, I had a raging hard-on, but it was straight upright and only tenting a little, thankfully concealed now by my shirt. I looked up at Monica quizzically.

"It's the benefits package," she shrugged, coming in close to me and putting a hand around my neck. "You get to learn how to sense it." She drew me close. The hand on my neck felt wonderful. The one she slipped down my shorts to take hold of my shaft felt even better. "We'll help you out, don't worry."

"I'm not sure how much we should talk about this," I said quietly. My eyes closed and my head bowed a little to touch hers. Wow, that felt good. "Now I'm a little paranoid that someone might be listening."

"If they had this place bugged, they'd know everything already, wouldn't they?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You're right."

"We'll save the heavy discussions for when we're back upstairs and you've had a moment to clear your head," she winked. Monica all but led me by my cock into the kitchen, where Stacy stood by a gorgeous breakfast spread all along the stove and countertops with a pensive look.

"Everything okay?" she asked, smirking at the sight of Monica's grip but knowing better than to presume that meant everything was just fine.

"I think," Monica said, deliberately walking over to throw the sink on "we need to talk this out after breakfast."

Stacy's eyes met mine—which fluttered a little as Monica kept playing with me. "Are you in trouble? Or Alyssa?"

I gave it a moment's consideration. "I don't think so, or they'd have done something more than talk to me," I said. "They wouldn't come out and say what they were looking for, but they heavily implied that they knew I know. Kind of leaves me wondering how close they're gonna watch the house, though. I wonder if maybe we should make ourselves scarce...?"

She frowned. "I was hoping you'd take us shopping," she said, "but after that, do you really want to leave the house alone for any amount of time?"

I got what she meant instantly. A lot could happen to the house in a short period of time. "No. Good point."

Stacy slipped in close. "I'm not worried. We've got friends in high places."

Monica's hand kept pleasuring me. It had the effect of taking the edge off my arousal's urgency, as at least it was being tended to, but it didn't make me feel any less aroused. "I'm having trouble thinking clearly," I confessed.

"We know," both of my playmates grinned.

* * *

We played all day and night after that. Play was ultimately what we decided to call it, though there's a lot to be said about all the space between "fucked" and "made love." It became obvious that I wasn't the only one who needed some intimate, affectionate release. Sometimes we laughed and talked. Sometimes we grew too passionate for that. Stacy and Monica alternated between sharing me and taking turns, indulging my every whim and happily tempting me into satisfying theirs, and a couple times they just pushed me aside and made me watch. They were mindful of my condition and my needs and enjoyed the hell out of taking care of me.

It seemed a little insane at first: there were aliens, and they had made a mess of Alyssa's living room, and a dude had to come by to fix the window, and oh by the way the Air Force was totally watching the house to some unknown extent... and there was nothing we could do about any of it. Couldn't call Alyssa. Couldn't run away and hide. Couldn't just hash it out with the zoomies or summon the green guys and the Air Force to a meeting and say, "Hey, you know what? This is between you guys. We're out."

But nobody bothered us after that. The window was fixed. Stacy was a talented, enthusiastic cook, and we had plenty of cash to call for deliveries if we wanted anything we didn't have... and Sunday and Monday were no different than Saturday.

We avoided certain topics out of mutual consent. Monica and Stacy both gently but firmly refused to explain anything on Alyssa's behalf. We talked about our lives, about their careers and their time in college and my time in the military. Stacy worked in finance, though after a couple of college internships with big-name, ruthless companies she decided to go to work in the non-profit sector. Monica was an architect, and after some prodding to see pictures of her work on her company's website, I found out that she was a very good one. The more I learned, the more fascinated I was.

We talked about future dates and boundaries—which mostly amounted to "we don't have to be exclusive but don't leave me feeling like chopped liver." We compared relationship scars. We laughed together. There were one-on-one conversations still to be had, about the particulars of Stacy's submissive preferences and such, but we were comfortable letting that ride. Our relationships had space and time to grow. The weekend wasn't about negotiations. The weekend was about indulgence and fantasy.

We had a hot, naked, uninhibited long weekend of constant sex, and we bonded hard. Whatever else might come, I had this much, and it was well beyond anything I'd ever dreamt of having.



It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 04



Chapter Four: Office Hours

"So I should... mmmhhhh... warn you... oooh... that I might be... unh... suffering from... sexual addiction," Monica finished with a sigh. She straddled my lap on the bed, fully naked and indulgently riding my cock. I sat propped up by a pile of pillows to provide her with a welcoming perch. Her arms lay around my shoulders in a loose embrace. This wasn't about passion or urgency. This felt nothing short of decadent.

Granted, it would've been more decadent with Stacy there, too, but she had to head back to work before the day was out. Monica had things to do, too, but she had a little more freedom to remain with me until the evening. Amazingly, both of them plainly had the desire.

Friday night through Tuesday afternoon, having hardly separated and having indulged in every sexual urge, the three of us were perfectly content to go on. As I might've mentioned, it was the best long weekend I had ever had.

"You, too?" I grinned. "At least you and Stacy can control yourselves. I mean if you said to stop, I'd stop, but it'd make me nuts."

"Nah," she murmured. "you'll learn. And we'll keep seeing each other. Keep enjoying this. You. Mmmh."

My hands were on her ass, squeezing it selfishly while helping her lift and lower herself on my cock. We'd been at it for awhile, never increasing the pace, and enjoying one another's orgasms as they occurred. The bed beneath me was more than a little damp, but I hardly cared. Hell, if it had been a point of conversation, I might've confessed to being a little proud. I'd gotten Monica off more times than she had gotten me.

The affection in her eyes made it even better. She drew in for a long, sweet kiss, the kind two people can easily lose themselves in.

And then the bedroom door opened. "Oh!"

Our eyes snapped open. Alyssa stood there in a loose white garment somewhere between a kimono and a toga, with her long brown hair hanging over one shoulder. Her big brown eyes were as wide as they'd ever been. One hand swept up to cover her open mouth.

I about had a heart attack. I froze stiff. Alyssa blurted out, "Ohmygosh I'm sorry!" and shut the door.

There was a heartbeat of utter shock. Monica remained in my lap, with me sheathed inside her, and I heard Alyssa say on the other side of the door, "You guys, I am so sorry, just—I'm home, okay?"

I blinked, and couldn't form words. Monica laughed.

"I'm sorry!" I heard again. The series of thumps on the door that followed could only have been Alyssa's head. Monica just kept laughing, holding my head close to her chest as she did so as I stared at the door with wide, mortified eyes. I have to presume that was just to help her keep her balance. I mean, she clearly appreciated how much I loved her breasts, but the moment just didn't seem to be about that.

"Oooooh God," Alyssa moaned, "Kyle, I'm sooo sorry. You guys just. Um. I'm gonna go downstairs and put some headphones on and you come down whenever you're ready, okay? Just don't rush anything or... I mean... um... just finish on your own time, and, uh. Um. Okay, I'm gonna just walk away now!"

I grasped for words to say. Nothing came to mind. Monica spoke for both of us. "Welcome home, hon!" she called back, and then turned her attention to me. "Well, she's home early," my partner grinned.

"I can't believe that just happened," I said.

"I can't believe you've got it in you to be embarrassed after all that's been going on," Monica replied. "You're kinda red right now."

"I'm not sleeping with Alyssa," I argued, my voice dropping.

Whatever her first reply was, she thought better of it. "You two have a lot to work out," Monica said.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Maybe we'd better just...?"

Monica reached around me to pull several of the pillows away and pushed me onto my back. She deliberately ground her hips into mine, indulging my cock with a squeeze and roll within her that left her cooing with delight, too. "You've always had a thing for her," Monica said, laying out on top of me. Her hands caressed my shoulders as her breasts pushed up against my chest. She felt every bit as amazing now as she had our first time. Familiarity and repetition didn't reduce sensation one bit.

I groaned with appreciation for her body and all it did for me. "Yeah," I said, having admitted at least that much already this weekend. "Yeah, I always did. Didn't prevent me from being interested in others."

Monica smiled and kissed me. "I'm not afraid of this. You shouldn't be, either."

"I'm not afraid."

"You are. You've never laid it all out on the table with her. Never made a move. You're afraid it'll change everything, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I conceded. "She means the world to me. I don't want to make things weird or lose her."

"You think she doesn't know?" Monica's grinding never stopped. She was using me as a lover should use another even while discussing my other interests. Monica never stopped blowing me away with her confidence. She knew damn well that whatever I might say or feel about someone else was no reflection on how I felt about her.

"All these years you've been close. Everything you've done for her. You think she doesn't at least suspect? And after everything she's given you—and think about what all that is and how much trust it involves—you think she's not willing to take that risk?"

I didn't respond right away. My hands just moved up and down her sides and her back as she slowly fucked me. "She's family."

"She's the family you chose, not the one you were born with," Monica said. "Different rules for that. And really different rules when you start mixing in the aliens and the biological adjustments and stuff. She knows damn well what they did to you.

"I'm not saying you should or shouldn't do anything. Maybe deep down you prefer things the way they are between you two. I'm just saying you shouldn't be afraid. Alyssa's a stronger girl than anyone I know.

"But I am sayin'," she grinned, rolling her hips around on me again, "that you'd better finish me off good, and yourself, too. Don't go down there to talk to her still feelin' horny and anxious. And don't forget that whatever goes on with you two, there's still you and I." Her grin turned a little more wicked. "And Stacy."

Her mouth came down on mine once more. We grew passionate. I slipped one hand up to the back of her neck and hooked my other arm around her waist. Instinct and lust took over. I thrust into her hard, and then again and again. Monica's mouth came off of mine so she could gasp and grunt freely as I fucked her harder and faster. I kept her down close to me with that arm around her waist and thought about absolutely nothing other than how good it felt to lie beneath this sexual beauty and pound her from below.

Monica stopped trying to be sensuous or even a participant. She was just along for the ride now, just the beneficiary of my animal lust. She couldn't have said anything even if she wanted, overwhelmed as she was by all the sensation. Monica let me have her and loved it.

I came hard and didn't stop fucking. It didn't matter how good it felt to have all of that fluid pump through me and into her. It didn't matter how audibly she appreciated it. I had her and needed more, and fucked her well through my orgasm, and then through hers, ignoring the wet sounds of our relentless joining until I finally reached a second, more violent climax.

"Wow," Monica breathed as she relaxed on me. "You're just... wow." She showered my head and neck with kisses, weak and trembling with pleasure but overwhelmed with affection. "My guy."

"Yeah?" I huffed.

"I hope so. We'll have to see how it plays out. But wow. You keep getting better. I ain't always gonna want it like that, or even often, but... yeah. You're worth all the complications."

"So're you," I told her. "Thank you. For this. For everything."

"My pleasure. Obviously," she grinned. "We should get you cleaned up. And I gotta get out of here or I'll never leave."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Tempting," Monica said, "but let's not rush things. C'mon. I'll help you get cleaned up."

I couldn't say no to that. I'd only showered alone once all weekend, having quickly learned that my playmates were almost as much fun in the shower as they were in bed. Monica led me by the hand into the bathroom, got the water running... and then got to cleaning me up with soap, shampoo, a sponge, and her very satisfying mouth.

* * *

Alyssa sat on the couch, game controller in hand and noise-cancelling headphones covering her ears. The electronic streets of Miami ran red with blood as her game character galavanted along in a wild rampage. She didn't look particularly invested in whatever was going on, and I knew that was likely the case. Alyssa was a gamer through and through, and had always been a bit of a geek (which was how we first bonded), but for the most part games like this were about turning her brain off for awhile.

The pensive frown on her face had nothing to do with the difficulty of shooting her opponents.

I sat down beside her, freshly showered and dressed in cargo pants and a clean shirt. Sensing me coming even before I reached her, Alyssa paused her game, turned the television off with the remote and pulled off the headphones.

"Hey," I said, leaving some space between us on the couch.

"Hi," she said, and grumbled, "I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to do that. I didn't hear anyone up there, and... ugh."

"Don't worry about it," I told her with a shake of my head. "That's just the risk of living together. I—we know it wasn't deliberate. Monica just left, by the way. Said for you to call her."

She gave a long, accepting "it's cool, bro" nod and played with her hands for a moment. "So, you and Monica, huh?"

"You set that up," I pointed out.

"Yeah. I knew you would hit it off. I was hoping you'd have a good time together," she said, grinning and blushing somewhat. The arch of her eyebrows and the naturally mischievous curves of her lovely face made it clear that she'd hoped for pretty much exactly what happened. "Um, did Stacy...?"

"Yes," I said, and now it was my turn to blush. "Her, too. All weekend. Had to go into work today for a little bit. We're all, uh... we're all open to seeing more of each other."

Alyssa's smile broadened. "That's great," she declared. "Kyle, you have no idea how hard it is for them to find a good guy. It's all douchebags who want trophy girlfriends or guys who don't know the difference between being confident and being jerks."

"Yeah, well, apparently I meet some other desired qualifications now, too, thanks to you," I noted.

She bit her lip. "Are you mad? I mean I know you had a good time, but I did a lot without your permission or knowledge."

"You did," I agreed calmly.

"I won't anymore. Promise. I just wasn't really sure how else to arrange the, um... the first disclosure? I mean I didn't know how to make it all real unless I introduced you to one of the Konlogath, and they don't really make a habit of coming to Earth except for specific reasons." She played nervously with a lock of hair and then tucked it nervously back behind her ear. "I mean I could've just asked for it as a favor or a payment or whatever, but that just seemed..." Her voice trailed off. "Are you mad?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

I took a deep breath. "Alyssa, I'm not mad," I told her. "I'm a little annoyed at how everything has gone down, and I'm... thrown for a loop, I guess? I'm really thrown. But you haven't lied to me or hidden anything out of malice right? Right. And the whole thing about your job is just, uh... well, it's been in the back of my mind all weekend, obviously. Monica and Stacy didn't want to talk a whole lot about what they knew because they felt like that was your job. But ultimately I guess it's just not really my business who you go out with? Or have sex with. Any of that."

"Except I'm making it your business," she ventured tentatively. "Explicitly. Literally."

"Yeah. Well. There's all that. It's a hell of a lot to absorb, even now," I told her, "but anyway, I might have mixed emotions about all this, but it's not like I'm mad." I looked her in the eyes and said, "You mean everything to me. You always have."

Her eyes had become a little watery in all this. Her lower lip was still somewhat pinned by her teeth until she said, "Can I have a hug?"

"Always," I said, reaching out to put my arms around her. She held me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder. Alyssa's slender body felt wonderful in my arms. She smelled wonderful. She always did. Now more than ever.

She also held onto me longer than she usually did. Maybe not as long as when I finally got off the plane at SeaTac to come home for good, but still. She held me tight, rubbing my back with her hands, and I had no reason to let go of her until she cleared her throat and pulled back a bit. Her eyes went over my arms and my chest curiously as she withdrew to her original spot a couple of feet away from me on the couch, but honestly, I thought nothing of it at the time.

"Um. So, I know we've got a lot to talk about," Alyssa said, "but, uh... what happened to my coffee table?" She gestured to the very obvious empty space in front of the couch. I'd gotten rid of the wreckage three days earlier.

"Yeah, so," I grunted, "there's some stuff I need to tell you, too. About this weekend. I mean I've got way more questions for you, but in case this is more urgent than getting me caught up, I figure I better tell you about some things that happened while you were gone."

Her brow furrowed. She looked worried. "Okay?"

"We had some visitors. Couple officers showed up from the Air Force on Saturday morning wanting to talk to you and I about 'unauthorized flights' in the neighborhood and wouldn't come right out and say it was aliens. I stonewalled. They left their card."

Alyssa's eyes went wide. "You're shitting me," she said. "That's never happened! Kruune and his people are so careful! I mean they've been coming and getting me and then dropping me off at home again for years."

"Yeah, I figured that might be the case, but—" then it was my turn to furrow my brow thoughtfully. "Is it always Kruune? Or his people?"

"Usually," Alyssa nodded. "Sometimes it's others, but I've generally made it part of the deal that transport is arranged through his house. They know what they're doing and they are always sensitive to my concerns. The Konlogath have this policy... it's not exactly the Prime Directive or anything, but it's close. They don't want to fuck up my planet. I mean that's why I can't just give 'em an invoice and tell them to pay it off by curing AIDS or showing up at the UN and explaining how to address climate change."

I'd wondered that. "Fair enough. Well, it probably wasn't Kruune's ship that got spotted. We, uh, had some other visitors on Friday night a few hours after you left."

Once again, Alyssa's eyes went wide. "Who? What happened?"

"Prince Orrtraan of Artrulth mean anything to you?" I asked.

She gasped a little with obvious excitement. "Ohmygod he's ador—uh. I mean. Yeah?" she corrected.

"Nice save," I smirked.

Alyssa sighed. "Kyle, there's so much—God dammit, there's so much we need to talk about and I don't want to hide anything from you, alright? Yes, I've heard of him and he's adorable. He seems like a really nice guy. Is he?"

"I guess? I don't know what the standard is with these guys. He seemed like a straight-shooter to me, just young. He showed up with his mom of all things."

"They do that," she snorted. "So what happened?"

At that, I told her pretty much everything, on up into the appearance of Gravlith. Alyssa made a face. "I've been dodging that guy," she said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured, but I didn't come right out and say it. Is it bad form to straight up deny these guys?"

"Well, yes and no," Alyssa said. "I mean, I try to be tactful about it is all. It's like anything else. Some people take it well, others don't. To be honest, most of them are just fine, but sometimes you just don't want to create any tension, y'know? And his house is largely kind of, um... douchey."

"Uh. Well. On that note," I grumbled on, "I should probably explain why there's new glass in the living room window."

Alyssa listened with awe as I told her the other story about Friday night's escapades in interstellar prostitution negotiations. "Oh you are shitting me," she blurted. "You punched him?"

"Kinda more than that," I shrugged sheepishly. "Window? Remember, like I just said?"

She buried her face in her hands and groaned loudly. "Oh god that's gonna be a thing."

"Look, he pulled a sword on Orrtraan, and then it was just on, y'know?"

"No, no, I get that," she grumbled, dropping her hands. "I just... this isn't gonna be forgotten about is all. Gravlith's probably gonna make a real stink about this, if he hasn't already. I'm not mad at you, Kyle. You didn't know any better. Hell, I'm not even unhappy that you did it, I just know there's gonna be blowback from it."

"Orrtraan left his, uh, bracer thingie or whatever to contact us. Said it was kind of time-sensitive."

Alyssa nodded. "Yeah, I know the calendar out there. We've got a few days, but we should make a decision soon."

That brought us to the real discussion, then. I frowned a bit, wondering if we were ready for that or if it needed to be put off for any reason. "So none of the rest of that needs to be dealt with immediately?" I asked. "Nothing needs to be done?"

"Well, I dunno what to do about the Air Force knocking on the door other than tell Kruune about it and have his liege put his foot up some asses about coming out here," she shrugged. "They shouldn't be doing that. Odds are it was Gravlith's ship that got spotted and not Orrtraan's, especially since he did the whole jackass herald and honor guard bullshit. But the rest is just..." she thought for a minute, then shrugged again and looked me in the eyes. "Business."

"Yeah," I grunted. "Okay. So."

"So."

"Business," I said. She nodded, looking at me pensively and waiting for me to speak. "I'm not... I'm not really sure where to begin with all this. I imagine you've thought a lot about how to tell me?"

"For years," she nodded. "And I still haven't really figured out how. I'm sorry. I'm just so... nervous. I don't want you to freak out or be mad or think I'm nuts or filthy or just... bad. And I know it looks that way."

"I'm not gonna judge," I said. "I already decided that. If this is what makes you happy, then that's what matters. It's just a lot to wrap my head around. I suppose I should ask how this all got started, but I just—I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this. I mean you never struck me as the materialistic type, right? So it can't be about the money."

Alyssa shook her head. "It's not that at all. I mean you're always told that you should find a way to support yourself by doing something you enjoy, right? So yeah, that's kind of part of it. But if I didn't love what I do, I wouldn't do it. I do this because it makes me happy." 

"How did all this even start?"

"I volunteered for a study in college," Alyssa deadpanned. I waited. She didn't elaborate. Apparently that was supposed to just answer everything.

"Seriously?"

She let out a sigh. "Back when you were still supporting me, I looked for anything I could do to stand on my own. So yeah, I did some research studies at the U. I mean some of them were just dorky and a couple of them weren't exactly well-designed experiments, but it's not like I was taking experimental drugs or anything.

"I'd been dating guys at the time. I mean once I hit college, I started to get the clue that guys find me attractive."

"You didn't figure that out in high school?" I smirked.

"Not the same. Not remotely. High school guys are dorks and they change their minds at the drop of a hat. Anyway, I dated a little, but every guy I was with got all possessive on me right away and I found that really frustrating. I liked exploring things. I liked flirting and you know what? Yes, I liked sex. A lot. But I didn't want to get tied down."




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 04



I blinked. "You went to college and became a frat boy?"

Alyssa snorted with laughter and kicked my leg. "Maybe. I dunno. Maybe I'm wired all wrong. I always suspected as much. Stacy and Monica both said I've got the morals of a guy in a hot girl's body. But it's not like I wasn't up front with the guys I was with, right?"

"Anyway, yeah. I didn't like the douchey guys who wanted one-night-stands. I didn't want to do a walk of shame out of anyone's frat house or dorm room or have guys high-fiving each other about whether or not they banged me or whose cock I might've sucked, and it's because of that fucking attitude. I mean you have an intimate experience with someone and everyone's gotta mock it? Oral sex feels that good to a guy and yet guys use the whole concept like an insult?"

"Did that happen to you a lot?" I asked. She'd never spoken of it.

"No," she said, "because I knew that would happen. So I was choosy about who I'd date, but like I said, that led to other problems. I was up front about things with guys. I told them what I wanted. But they heard whatever they wanted to hear and resented the hell out of me when I did what I wanted to do.

"I mean, you gotta understand, Kyle, I really like sex. I like boys. I like girls. I'd be happy to have sex forty hours a week, like a job. I thought for a long time about whether or not I should just go into porn, but the more research I did, the less I figured it was for me. Too public, y'know? Too permanent—I mean, what if I didn't always feel this way about relationships? I honestly think I will, but that doesn't mean I gotta get a tattoo. I wasn't sure I could deal with the industry, either. And you only get so much say in who you work with, especially at the beginning. Just because I'm crazy about sex doesn't mean I'll sleep with just anyone. Far from it."

Alyssa scowled again. "And that's another thing. Everybody wants to make fun of the porn industry and talk shit about the girls like they're just fucked up, but look how many people sink their money into the product."

"Guy who sleeps with lots of women is a stud, girl who sleeps with lots of guys is a slut," I nodded. "I know. Hypocrisy."

"Yeah. Pretty much. So I figured I'm just broken and I'm never gonna find a nice balance. Anyway, I heard about this whole study on how sexuality affects the brain, and I figure hell, they're just gonna have me look at some pictures or read some dirty stories while they did a CAT-scan or whatever. And yeah, there was some of that, more or less, but they kept asking me to come back and do more and different stuff. It was all pretty benign. A lot of it was just surveys about my non-sexual interests and stuff.

"There were only two women running the program. They had plenty of oversight. The university knew what they were doing, or so I thought. Really, they were doing legit research, but they also had a hidden agenda. They were scouting for someone like me. Turns out I'm not the first quislanan from Earth," she grinned slightly. "I'm just the best."

I blinked. She blushed. "Maybe you'll meet the professors. I don't know. One of them is still here on Earth and she's retired. The other one hasn't been home in a long time. Too busy out there in the stars. I could be out there all the time, too, but I like my home planet and having time to chill out. Got people I care about here, too," she noted, nudging me.

"So, what, they just studied the hell out of you and then pitched the whole space prostitute thing?" I asked.

"Pretty much! At one point they asked me if I was willing to put some sensors on and then step into a room and watch porn and masturbate, and I figured sure, why not? Pretty damn good video, really... especially since it wasn't recorded with Earth technology. It was a video of one of the professors when she was younger, with one of the Konlogath. I mean, they had told me it had a sci-fi theme that I might appreciate, so I wasn't like, 'Hey, what the fuck with the green guys?' But I watched, and I got off pretty hard, and that gave them all the data they needed.

"Then they introduced me to Lord Kruune, and it took off from there."

We stared at one another in silence. "What?" Alyssa asked, seeing a grin playing at my lips.

"I kind of expected a racier story than that."

"Oh, I can tell you plenty of racy stories in smutty, dirty detail if you want," she snickered. "I could. Wow, I could. But that's... I don't know, do you want that? That's really what we've gotta talk about, isn't it? How do you feel about all this?"

"I think it's your life and you should do what you want with it," I told her. "That's the bottom line, regardless of all else. You're not hurting anyone else, right?"

"Am I hurting you?"

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Kyle, I could count on my fingers the number of people on Earth whose opinions of me I really care about. And you'd probably amount to more than one finger. I care more about you than anybody. So, does this hurt you?"

"What if it did?" I asked hesitantly.

She swallowed hard. "I don't know," she answered in a small voice. "That's what I'm afraid of. I love you, Kyle. I love my role, too. I'm not sure how I could stand not having both. If you had just gotten angry and rejected everything out of hand, I'd have probably just..." she hesitated, swallowing again and looking a little teary-eyed. "I probably would've let you go. But that's because you wouldn't have been the guy I know you are."

It took a lot of courage to lay that out in front of me. I could tell. She didn't say it to insult me. "You mean like I did with my family by joining the Navy?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "That's—that's why I was willing to take the gamble. Stacy pointed that part out to me."

"Stacy's smart. They both are."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I'm a little freaked out," I told her. "It's still a lot to take in."

"Tell me," she said quietly.

I didn't know what she meant at first, or maybe I just didn't want to face it. But there it was in front of me. Monica had told me not to be afraid, but I was. "All this kind of means I'm never gonna get out of the big brother box, I guess. I love you, Alyssa, and I always have and always will, exactly like you've always thought I have.

"But I'd be lying if I said I didn't always think you were attractive. Or that I hadn't thought of things becoming more than they've been. I just knew you weren't interested, so I didn't push things, and now it's... kind of like that's out on the table, too."

It was out in the open now. Not a heartfelt "I've always loved you and you're the only one for me," because that's not how it was. No wrist-slitting professions of undying devotion. But yeah. I'd always had feelings for Alyssa. Can't always have what you want. There you go. Life goes on.

She gave a little nod. I could hear the struggle to speak as she asked, "Can't see yourself being a whore's boyfriend, huh?" It wasn't resentment or pain that I heard in her voice. It was acceptance.

"I didn't say that," I blinked.

"What did you mean, then?"

"I'm not talking about what I want. I'm talking about what you want. You said yourself that human guys just don't interest you anymore."

She tilted her head a little. "That's not entirely accurate," she said. "I just generally know better than to go there. I like Konlagath guys a lot, but there's a lot to be said for Earth guys. When they're good guys. But good guys wouldn't like a girl like me. Not seriously. Only for a booty call."

"You always said I'm a good guy," I pointed out.

"I don't think there's a society on Earth that wouldn't call me a dirty whore, Kyle," she said seriously—without shame or tears, just matter-of-fact acceptance. "I sleep with people and accept payment for it, sometimes up front and sometimes after the fact. Sometimes we negotiate for more during the act. I've lost count of the guys I've had sex with. I've slept with married guys and had breakfast with their wives the next morning, and sometimes the wife has been right there with us in the bed or just sitting in the room watching."

"Alyssa," I tried to interrupt gently.

She shook her head. "Kyle, you need to know. This is who I am and you have to know it, okay? You're a part of it now. You have to know I do this stuff.

"I've been watched. I've sat on guys' laps and fawned on them in front of their friends just to show off who they were with that night. And I've been in threesomes and been spit roasted and gang-banged and DP'd and all of it. I don't even think twice about swallowing. And sometimes it feels dirty and sometimes it doesn't, but either way I only do what I want to do and I enjoy it, and I don't want to stop.

"Only thing is, they're not from this planet. And they respect me afterwards, and anytime I've said no to one of them, the least I've gotten was a sincere apology and a polite and courteous goodbye. They cherish me for it what I do. It's not about the payment for me. The payment is what makes it okay in their society. I like getting paid, and after awhile that part of it turned into a game for me, but honestly, I never did it for the payment. The payment just meant that I could."

When I was sure she was finished, I said, "I can't think of a logical reason I should flip out about any of that."

"We're not talking about logic," Alyssa countered. "We're talking about feelings and we're talking about personal choice. There's nothing logically wrong with being a vegan, either, but that doesn't mean you necessarily want to date one."

I smirked. "You just compared vegans and space prostitutes."

"I just gave two examples of deliberate lifestyle choices, jerk," she chuckled back. Her smile didn't last. This was too serious. "All my life, I figured I could never get married, because I knew I'd never stop looking further afield. I like being coveted by my neighbor. Maybe I'm not gonna take advantage of it, but still. I like it and I'm too honest to claim otherwise.

"But none of that means I can't love somebody. Just means that my relationships would have to have different rules from most."

My heartbeat grew heavier in my chest—not faster, but certainly harder. Heavy, slow, steady thumps. "I'm not worried about what's right for other folks."

"Can you do this, Kyle?" she asked, her voice growing quiet and nervous again. "I sprung everything on you in an ambush and then I ran off. But now you have time to think. Can you do this? Can you let me go off to fuck other guys?"

"Is it just that?" I asked. "Or do you have feelings for some of them?"

"Some of them," Alyssa nodded. "Kruune. A few others. Mostly it feels like friends with benefits, but yes. I have feelings. I don't turn my emotions off while I'm having sex. It's exactly the opposite, and that's half the reason they want me. When I'm with someone, my feelings can run pretty strong. When I'm with a Konlogath on an engagement, I'm his, and I feel it and I enjoy it. If I don't enjoy it, the deal's off. Thing is... I never stopped having feelings for you, too.

"It's not just that you have to let me go," she added. "You have to be part of this. You're the face man. The negotiator. I can handle things on my own just fine, and sometimes that'll be perfectly appropriate, but they're gonna want to talk to you. You've got veto power here, but if all you're ever gonna say is no, then there's no point. I want to keep doing this. I want you to be okay with it."

"I can do all that," I said. "I already decided that much. You need me to back you up on this, and if it makes you this happy, then yeah. I'm here for you."

"And what about you and I?" she asked. Her voice trembled a little. "Can you still love a dirty whore?"

"I don't want you to call yourself that unless you actually like it for some reason."

She paused. "Sometimes?" she mumbled.

"Okay. But I'm not judging you on that. I believe what you say." I let that sink in. "It's not like this is a one-way street. You made sure of that with this weekend, didn't you?" She nodded. "Yes, Alyssa, I still want you."

Her breath caught. "You sure? This isn't gonna tear you up?"

I shook my head. "It'll be a little weird and it'll take some adjusting. But no. It won't tear me up. Not if we're both playing by the same rules. Or similar ones, or whatever." I shrugged. "I want you, Alyssa. I love you. Always have."

She shifted a little in her seat. "Me, too," she said, and then looked me up and down a bit nervously. "Kyle," she said, and then the rest came out in a rushed breath, "they did a really good job on you."

"Yeah, you oughta know, right?" I huffed. "I mean you ordered up the whole package. Kinda making me insane talking dirty like you were a minute ago. It's. Uh. Getting hard to, um. Control myself."

Alyssa reached out a hand, put it on the couch cushion between us, and leaned on it as she crept over to me. It had all the feeling of a predatory cat creeping up on me, except there was innocence and awe in her face rather than hunger. Well. There was that, too. "No," she said, her voice dropping. "I just asked for the adjustments and told them to be careful with it because you were the most important person in my world. I didn't know this was how you'd turn out."

"Do I look different?" I asked, watching her.

"Only a little," she said, and reached out to slide one hand up my arm, then across my shoulder, and then down my chest. "But you feel amazing. Smell amazing. Like sex. Like love." There was no more trepidation in her voice, no more guarded sense of possible heartbreak. No more barriers. Alyssa slipped into my lap, looking at me and touching me with reverence and trembling need.

"If it gets you crawling all over me, I'm happy with it," I replied. My hand reached out to brush the hair spilling down in front of her shoulder.

"No," she whispered. "I was gonna do that anyway. I love you, Kyle. I wanted this so much. This was what I'd hoped for all along. But after all the changes I've had and after all they've taught me, I thought... I didn't think I'd be quite so responsive for you.

"I kinda like it," she said, settling down on me. Her arms came around my neck and we kissed for the first time.

I lost myself in that kiss. So did Alyssa, who seemed to melt into me as she devoured my mouth. It was more than I'd ever hoped for; maybe it was just what her alien friends had done to our hormones and our libido, or maybe it was the result of years of build-up. But you crush on someone for so long and put them up on a pedestal when you're young, and then you get a little older and wiser and realize that they can't possibly live up to the hype you created for them in your own mind... except Alyssa totally did.

Her hands slid down from around my neck as she kissed me to explore the rest of my body again. She writhed gently in my lap, pressing her hips and her chest against me and then back again. It was like a lap dance from a pro, if those ever came with make-out sessions and resolutions to years-old unrequited love.

Alyssa's eyes shined with awe as she looked me over, removing my shirt and then exploring my chest and arms again with her hands and her kiss. Her caress had me trembling with pleasure, and she hadn't even really gotten to any erogenous zones yet. Then again, she seemed to make my whole body into one. And then there was that look in her eyes.

"You look like I feel," I told her quietly. That wasn't completely true. I felt pretty goddamn awesome for her to look at me like that. But I also felt entirely unworthy of this.

Alyssa slowly shook her head. "I get to have you," she murmured. "I get to live with you. I get to sleep with you. I get to feel you and have you as my partner. My lover." A twitch of naughty glee hit the corners of her mouth. "You know you get to have me whenever you want me, right? You are my house lord. I have to do what you say."

I shuddered as she kept exploring me, amazed to feel this alive when her hands hadn't even gone below the belt. To be fair, she was also grinding against me, but we both still had clothes on there. "Is it like that for all the Konlogath?"

Alyssa shook her head slowly, still mostly absorbed by feeling my skin. "They're like us. Blood relations are off-limits. But adoption of adults into a House can mean all sorts of things. They all know you'll have me."

"It doesn't have to be like that," I told her. "You know I'm not gonna power trip on you."

"I know," Alyssa nodded, "but it turns me on so much. I want this, Kyle. I trust you. It'll be wonderful for both of us."

"Seems like a lot to expect of you. Go out to have sex with alien guys as a job and then come home for more with me?"

"More than you know," she nodded, and kissed me again, and we got lost within one another once more. I felt her nails dig across my flesh. Felt her tongue invade my mouth, wrestling with mine, enjoying a friendly struggle for dominance that neither of us really cared if we won or lost. I felt my desire rise. Four days of nothing but sex and indulgence, and here I was again feeling like this would be my first time ever.

Alyssa was still shaking. We both were. It was great. Her mouth fell away from mine again, her eyes fluttering open with another heavy breath. "Oh god I've wanted you since you got off the plane, Kyle. You don't even know."

"You could've had me then," I nodded. She slipped off of my legs and got to work unbuttoning and loosening my pants. "Could've had me at any time."

"No," she shook her head. "I didn't want to mislead you. I didn't want to bring us to that level and then spring all this on you. It wouldn't have been fair to you." She slid my pants away, and her eyes widened once again with joy and wonder. "Wow," she breathed, her hands slowly sliding up my thighs toward my erect-as-ever dick. "I haven't had a human cock in so long and yours is... wow."

The sensation of her soft, smooth fingers gently touching and caressing it sent a rush through my body that initially made it hard to keep my eyes open. "Kyle, you're just... oh my God," she said.

It can't be that big a deal, I thought, figuring that after all the alien guys she'd slept with I couldn't really be that impressive. But I wasn't gonna argue. "I'm all yours," I told her.

"Deal," she said, and then her head came down onto my chest and started trailing kisses across it, slowly moving downward while her hands roamed the rest of my body and eventually came back to my cock. She knelt in front of me on the couch to do all this, leaving me feel a touch self-conscious.

"Hey," I said softly, "you are gonna let me do something for you here, too, aren't you?"

Alyssa smiled up at me, one hand now fully around my shaft and stroking it. "Anything you wanna do, lover," she assured me. "Anything you wanna do to me. From now on. I just want to explore you first. Get to know your body. It's a little different with me than with... normal women," she winked.

I was about to respond with something flattering when her tongue touched the head of my cock for the first time. Somehow it came as a surprise, but she had me in her hand right there under her chin while she spoke to me, and her eyes never broke contact with mine as her mouth opened and she brought it in line to lick the underside of my cock, just near the tip, just above her hand. I let out a sort of "haaahhh" of pleasure. She grinned widely.

"This is us now, Kyle," Alyssa told me in a sultry voice that I'd never heard out of her before. "You get this whenever you want." Her tongue came out again, licking slower this time. I was less noisy, but still just as stunned. Alyssa's licks turned to kisses. Her eyes never left mine.

Our relationship changed forever in that moment. She stayed there on her knees, held my gaze, stroked my body with her hands, and devoured my cock like it was the most important thing in her world.




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 04



It wasn't the first time I'd been so lucky as to have a woman do this for me, but Alyssa brought it to a whole new level. Normally I fought with myself over whether or not to watch her or close my eyes and focus on my partner's touch. This time there was no question. Those eyes meant too much to me. They conveyed consent, and eagerness, and affection and lust. Those eyes told me how much she wanted this.

She brought me in and out of her mouth, kissing and sucking my cock and jerking me off at the base of my shaft. Occasionally she let out a happy sigh of her own. She enjoyed the feeling. I didn't know how or why, but she did. Alyssa was in no hurry at all... and then she took it to the next level.

At a glance, I'd have said I was too big and too stiff for her to take me all the way. After my experiences with Monica and Stacy, neither of whom were shy about going down on me, I was even more sure of it. But again, Alyssa stunned me. Maybe it was because of the changes made in us or maybe just pure I've-been-fucking-aliens skill, I don't know. Alyssa crouched down and pushed her ass back, straightening herself out, and with her eyes still on mine she deep throated me all the way to the base and then held herself there while I groaned in absolute heaven.

She stayed there, too. Her hands roamed my naked body. Her eyes spoke of total devotion. Her mouth and throat remained full of me. My breath quickened and deepened and soon I was absolutely robbed of any muscle control at all. I was too weak. Powerless. Enthralled, and steadily rising to orgasm.

Alyssa hardly moved, but the warm, wet encasing of my cock just brought me to greater and greater excitement. I cried out as I came in her. Liquid pleasure pulsed through my member and into her. I couldn't tell if she was literally swallowing or just accepting it through magic, but it didn't matter. Her lips stayed clamped around the base until I was finished, then lingered for a bit more, and then slowly, luxuriously, Alyssa's mouth came off of my cock.

"Oh my god," I breathed in shock.

She wiped her mouth with a single finger. "I know, right?" Alyssa said. "Want another?" My seductress leaned in on me, still on her knees, her head coming no further than mid-way up my chest. I felt the fabric of her kimono-toga-whatever and the swell of her breasts along my cock, which lost none of its hardness.

"How did you do that?"

"Trade secret. Well, you're my house lord, so I suppose I have to tell you if you insist, but... that was my show-off blowjob. I've got a small but exquisite repertoire. Goes beyond just the basics."

I didn't know what to say next. My lips were still electrified, just like the rest of me, but at least I could move now.

Alyssa gloried in my awe. She rose up a bit, straddling my knees again to lean against the couch. "Anytime you want it," she said. "Anything you want. You have no idea how much I enjoyed that... but you will," she winked.

"I want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel," I said. "I want to reciprocate. And I want you."

"You are making me feel good, Kyle," Alyssa smiled. "I'll show you." Her hands ran up and down her body, accentuating her curves for me in a little show while she gyrated in her seat on my lap. My hands joined in, reverently mapping her slender curves as she undressed for me. There was little teasing, but at this point she knew I couldn't stand much.

I'd seen her in swimsuits, and just the other night in lingerie, but this took my breath away. Her skin was flawless. Her breasts were small but full, and the instant I saw them nude I fell in love with them. And her belly. She loosened the slips inside her garment to open it at the sides and let it fall away, revealing a well-groomed, three-finger-wide landing strip, and I experienced love at first sight all over again.

It would happen at least once more. Alyssa's tight, pouty bubble butt was against my legs, but as yet I couldn't see it, and I knew I'd have heartfelt feelings for it, too. For now, all this was more than I'd ever dreamed.

I could smell her arousal. My heartbeat quickened again. She slid against my legs, leaving a trail of her wetness along my thighs. Alyssa kept my cock upright and pinned between myself and her strip, grinding against me and melting into my embrace so we could make out again.

I would have begged if she'd told me to, but she didn't. I stroked and massaged her back and her sides, my hands never actually going further than to caress the sides of her breasts. Knowing now just how amazing she was, I wanted to let her work her magic. But before long, it was clear that she wasn't the only one capable of driving her partner wild. Her moans became pleading and her breath became heavy.

I didn't wait for another cue. Truthfully, I'm sure if I'd thrown her down on the couch and spread her legs without any foreplay at all, she'd have gone along with it, but I wanted to show more appreciation than that. Eventually, though, we writhed together with such need that there wasn't anything for it but to go all the way.

Gathering my waning self-control, I swept Alyssa off of my lap and lay her back onto the couch—which, I had already learned this weekend, was wide and plush enough for all sorts of sports. Alyssa let me have the moment, but hooked a hand under my neck and drew me in rather than allowing me more than a few seconds to admire her naked body laid out for me. We kissed as we maneuvered together, Alyssa's legs spreading open in welcome as I slid into place.

I had it in my mind to take her. Make her mine. Drive her wild. Give her a ride so good she couldn't do anything but lay back and enjoy it. And then my sex touched hers for the first time and I suddenly realized that this one was not my coupling to control or direct at all.

She had her eyes on mine again as I began to push into her. I was slow and indulgent, but relentless. She was tight and warm and welcoming, and her eyes were full of messages. I saw erotic pleasure. Seduction. Love. And even a little bit of pride, as she knew I was fully in her control for that moment. We didn't talk about it. Didn't need to negotiate. It just happened.

We joined together, one centimeter following another, and she opened for me only just enough to allow me inside her, and no further. Her sex put up glorious, sensual resistance and clamped down on mine as if I were too big to begin with—only I fit in just right.

Alyssa sighed happily as I bottomed out. Her legs closed in just enough to hug mine and her arms came around me. Her embrace changed the feeling of powerless ecstasy to one of ecstasy and strength. She'd taken all of my control, made me weak, and then made me feel strong again.

"Stay with me, Kyle," she whispered, smiling up at me. I could almost feel her shudder with pleasure at having me inside her—and then I realized that there was no "almost" at all. I honestly felt her body's pleasure. I felt her skin against mine and mine against hers. I felt her contract around my cock, and in the back of my mind it was like I could feel what it was like on her end to be filled. I didn't actually experience it, but I somehow knew what it was like for her.

I held myself up with one hand on the couch behind her shoulder. I slid the other up her side and found the sensation left me trembling just the same as it left her. Alyssa's eyes held on mine. My hand came softly to her breast—which I knew somehow was quite sensitive, and quite responsive, and would love to be touched—and then as I gently squeezed, we both let out the same moan.

Our voices were different. Mine is deeper than hers, after all. But we moaned with the same appreciation, and the same surrender, and in perfect synchronicity.

I stared at her in wonder. The line dividing us blurred. I was me and she was Alyssa, but as far as our touch went it became hard to tell where precisely I ended and she began. Our bodies each became pleasure-sensitive extensions of the other. Alyssa just grinned. "Feel me, Kyle," she said. "Feel deeper."

My first thrusts were gentle, tentative, and wondrous. I knew how tight she was, that I was stretching her a little, and that it felt great for her. Something about me was a treat for her different from all the other partners she'd had. I got the sense that she loved her alien partners, but that a good human male had a slight advantage in natural design for pleasing her human pussy. There was also deeply unique emotional connection...

...and that, I discovered, was what she wanted me to feel. I could feel Alyssa's emotions much as I felt her body's sensations. It wasn't as if I experienced them, but I could sense and explore them intimately. I felt her excitement. Her lust. Her deep need to give herself over to me, and her hopes that our relationship would be all that she dreamed of for us.

I felt her love for me and knew that regardless of time and space and however many other partners she had, I truly was first and foremost in her heart, and that she loved me as deeply as I loved her. My concerns about jealousy and mistrust weren't at the forefront of my mind anymore—and now that I'd had this connection with her, I knew they would be greatly diminished even later. It didn't make the situation any less weird, but I understood where she was coming from now. I got it.

It wasn't telepathy. I couldn't read her thoughts. But I could understand her emotions so well that when I asked, "Is it always like this with you?" I knew the basic answer before she spoke. I didn't know the details, but I knew the answer was no, and that she was deliberately doing something special.

"Not like this," she said, her voice wavering with appreciation of our physical bliss. "I'm not this intimate with others emotionally, so it just doesn't go this far. There are... nuances. I naturally connect more than just physically with anyone I'm with. But I can choose to let it go beyond that first level or not... I just can't consciously control how far it'll actually go once I allow that second step. That's all emotion and sub-consciousness.

"Oh god, Kyle, it's never been this good."

I thrust in and out of her, still gently, mostly just enjoying the feel and the fit. Alyssa enjoyed the hell out of it, too. "I want to know more, but—"

"I know," she said, and shared a moan with me. "It's too good right now. We've got time. All the time in the world. Just... oh, just give in, Kyle. Give in with me."

My thrusts became more needful. I found my strength again, and felt some control, and could finally rise to the challenge of focusing on her pleasure. Connected as we were, I knew just how to thrust, and I had just the right tool for her. Alyssa let out a joyful noise as if she were already coming with that first thrust. The rest took her breath away. I felt just removed enough to focus on pleasing her rather than having the feedback of our shared pleasure cripple me, but just the same I knew exactly how to fuck her to drive her wild.

For the next stretch of eternity, I did just that. Alyssa gratefully surrendered to the ripples of pleasure that rolled from her pussy out through the rest of her body. She felt beautiful. Alive. Spoiled rotten. And loved.

She couldn't hold out long. Alyssa came hard, but I knew it was just the beginning, and so I kept up my steady assault even while she throbbed and spasmed and moaned. I felt her eagerness to come again and pushed her toward it, and within minutes I had her over the edge once more.

Her body had been altered for this. She could accept more pleasure than an ordinary woman while enjoying it just as much, if not more. I gave her no choice but to accept; she reveled in my lack of mercy and surrendered to my desires.

How I didn't explode right off the bat I couldn't understand, because she had me on the edge the whole time, but it was a good long time before I grew close to climax. All the shadows in the windows had changed. We were coated in sweat. Alyssa was nearly out of breath. And I finally built toward orgasm, feeling a sensitivity and an expanding need in my cock and in my groin, and Alyssa's hissed intimacies and emotional accessibility goaded me into it.

She longed to be my vessel. Opened herself to it, emotionally and physically. She wanted me to come inside her, as much and as often as I wanted.

It was so good, I couldn't cry out. I just bottomed out within her and breathed in short, shallow gasps that Alyssa matched as I burst into her over and over.

Our breathing synched up. Our bodies trembled on the same wavelength. Alyssa and I looked at one another, half-smiling and half in awe, and agreed wordlessly that this had to go on for a good while longer before we could actually talk again.

I thrust into her once more, and found her just as tight and welcoming as when I'd first started. Her emotions, laid open before me, begged me to take her willfully, to control this and make her mine.

Thrusting into her a few more times to keep her body weak and pliant and also just because it felt good, I sat up, admired her beauty and decided that the couch was comfortable enough but I wanted something more. Alyssa whimpered in protest as I slipped out of her, but complied as I drew her up into a standing position by her arms.

Then I brought her up against me, hiked one leg up over my hip and held her cheek with my hand, and she knew exactly what I wanted. Alyssa grinned as she hooked her arms around my neck and raised her other leg up so I could hold her up by her ass while she hung from my shoulders. She was lighter than I expected, and I was much stronger than I realized. When I speared her again, we let out a light, shared half-sigh, half-laugh of contentment.

And then I carried her, fucking her with each step, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the bed where I'd spent the last four days fucking her two best friends.

"Oh god yes Kyle," Alyssa whispered almost hoarsely as her head hit the mattress and I stood over her thrusting into her, "I'm yours. Do anything you want with me. It's so good. Make me your whore."

"We don't have to be like that," I said, surprised at the warmth and joy of emotion in her when she said that.

"No, I want this," Alyssa smiled at me. "It's still me. I'm still Alyssa. I'm your lover and your best friend. But let me be this, too. All the time. I want you to have all of me. This is how I want to love you."

In spite of myself, I considered it. I couldn't help it, given our enhanced intimacy. Alyssa wasn't telepathic, but I felt the details and the nuances through her. We were both wired for sex at the drop of a hat now. She wanted to be mine. She wanted to enjoy it, and loved her role, deep to her core, and wanted me to be the primary beneficiary of it. We wouldn't lose anything between us, and I didn't have to lose respect for her, but I could take her and use her as I liked and she would love it. There would be no turning back. This was who she wanted to be with me because she knew we could be happy.

It was a little dark. A little gritty. She wanted that, too. What she offered wasn't all bright and happy warmth. There was that, but there was also lustful, intimate need. She wanted me to be demanding sometimes. Rough. Selfish. Very selfish. She loved me and knew she could trust me with this.

This emotional intimacy felt every bit as good as sliding into a woman for the first time. It had that undeniable pull, that pleasure so good that once the head touches those welcoming lips with the first tentative thrust it's impossible not to want to sink in all the way. I probed this offer of hers just a little, and despite my objections and my concerns, it felt too good—for all its wrongness, and maybe a little bit because it was so deliciously wrong—it felt too good to deny.

Alyssa's passionate surrender an ecstasy intensified as temptation won me over. We would still be best friends. Lovers. Respectful and compassionate toward one another. All of that. But now there was something newer and darker and irresistible.

I put all of those things aside and selfishly fucked my whore. She cried out with joy as my emotions turned and with orgasmic satisfaction as her body responded. All that was good, because there was no turning back. This was no longer about making love. This was about taming my loving whore.

* * *

Alyssa laid across the bed, offering up lingering, indulgent licks and kisses to my cock. Her naked body was a decadent luxury. I had one hand on her small but perfect bubble-shaped ass, letting her please me. The empathic bond had abated, as had the physical one, leaving us with nothing more than ordinary, wonderful human connections.

It was long into the night when our rough passions finally abated. We considered, briefly, a moment of tenderness and romance before we uncoupled, but decided wordlessly to skip that and remain as we'd been. This new relationship was too fun, and we both knew the score between us. Cuddling could happen later.

"I have everything I want now," Alyssa smiled at me.

"You'll find new things to want," I assured her. One hand stayed on her ass. The other played with her hair. Her hand and her mouth kept idly playing with me.

"Oh, material stuff, sure," she mused. "I'm a girl, after all. I didn't really want to delve into the money until I could do it with you. But now that it's all there, I'm not in such a rush. We should get a new place, though."

"We'll have to work that out," I nodded. "I'm not making that decision for both of us."

Alyssa grinned a little. "See? I knew you'd understand how we should be together." She took me into her mouth just a little, just an affectionate and rewarding kiss. "I knew we'd still be equals."

"Yeah," I nodded. "You could never be anything less."

"Well," she winked, "obviously I can and I am, but you know me. Have my cake and eat it, too and all that."

"There's nothing else you want? This is enough for you?"

"My life is all about sex. And love, now, too," she smiled, kissing my groin. "Isn't that all the best stuff in life?"

"Oh," I shrugged, "I dunno. There's always crushing your enemies."

She grinned. "See them driven before you." We finished the line together, laughing, "And to hear the lamentations of their women." She smiled. "I dunno. What else do you want?"

"Make the world a better place, maybe?" I asked. "Kinda sad we can't leverage all this to really do that."

"No, but we've got a lot of money we could use to fund charities," she mused. "I didn't want to make any presumptions, but I always figured you'd want to go with that, at least for some of the cash. Just promise me we'll also indulge in travel and the high life and all that?"

"I promise," I told her. "Glad Earth living is still good enough for you. But is there anything else you want?"

"Well. There's, uh, stuff with clients, I suppose," she mused. It was her first tentative approach on the topic of her job since we got naked. Her eyes looked up at mine.

I wasn't bothered. "We need to give Orrtraan an answer soon, right?"

"We do. Tomorrow would be good, but we can take another day if we need it."

She meant if I needed it, but I didn't make an issue of that. She was just being gentle with this first time. "Monica said this was more like dating than real prostitution," I said, "just with different customs."

"It is and it isn't. To them, it's like a limited romantic engagement, and the gifts symbolize that. It's kind of like saying up front, 'All you're getting out of me is dinner and a movie, don't start looking for a wedding dress.' It establishes boundaries for both parties. It's a thing for them. You have to remember that their brains and their culture just doesn't work the same as ours.

"Even then, when I'm with a date or a client or however you want to call it, I'm not obligated to go through with anything. I have to give the gift back, but if I'm not feelin' it, that's that. I've never had any one of them say, 'Bitch, I paid you, you owe me X.' They're generally a bit beyond that. Then again, it might be that I've been really good about selecting clients."




It's Legal on Other Planets! Ch. 04



"You are not going out there with Gravlith," I said flatly.

Alyssa frowned. "Yeah, he might not be so gracious about not getting what he wants if I went out with him."

"Doesn't matter. Not gonna happen now anyway. You don't like him and I don't like him, so it ain't happening. But you don't have to dodge him now. You can put all that on me."

"My hero," she smirked. "Anyway. Orrtraan."

"You want to go?"

"I do," she nodded, and looked just a touch guilty as she admitted, "I really do."

"It's okay," I told her. "You don't have to feel bad about this."

"First time with you involved," she shrugged.

"So what do we do? Is that bracer thingie like a phone?"

"More like voice mail," Alyssa explained. "You'll be amazed at their tech, but at these distances, even the Konlogath can't provide real time conversation. We send him a message saying we're interested, and then he comes back with an offer. It'll be all flowery and grandiose and humble at the same time. Chivalry. It's like having a knight come up to you in his regalia and bend his knee and offer you a rose."

I smirked. "'Hey, baby, doth thou want to bone with this humble lord?'"

Alyssa laughed. "Yeah, kinda. I have a lot of fun." Her hand still lingered on me. Her hair was swept over her shoulder, spilling onto my thigh behind her like a waterfall. She had that quiet smile of finally opening up about things she'd wanted to share for years. "Usually I can just take the first offer, but sometimes it's fun to negotiate a bit. To be honest, that's usually a sign that I'm willing to offer up more on my side, too."

"He said you'd be involved in affairs of state. Ceremony or whatever."

"Yeah. I thought that was part of it. I might be gone longer this time."

"Can I go out there with you?" I asked.

She knew that was coming, but was still hesitant to answer. "I can't tell you no. You're in charge now."

"Yeah, but there's formality and then there's reality," I told her. "You know I'm not gonna do anything that makes you too uncomfortable. Look, I'm not saying I want to hold your hand or go stand outside the door to listen if you yell for help. I just want to go be a tourist. And I'd like a better idea of what this is all about, sex aside."

"Kyle, I want you to understand that while I'm with a client, I'm basically his girlfriend and I play the part. I play it up. I even feel it, if we're having a good time and we connect. Nothing has ever gone as deep as you and I have tonight and I can't imagine anything ever will, but more often than not, there's something there. I'm probably gonna fawn all over Orrtraan if he really is a nice guy. I'm probably gonna be really horny for him, too, and it'll probably be obvious.

"I'm not saying I'm gonna give you the cold shoulder or be shitty to you, but I'm gonna be there for him, not you," she shrugged. "I might not even think twice about it. I don't know. But I don't want you to have to stew on that if it makes you uncomfortable."

"You think I'll be able to keep myself occupied while you're doing your thing?" I asked.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I'm sure we could arrange guides or whatever. If this is what I expect it is, they're probably gonna roll out the red carpet and the compensation is probably gonna be impressive. Hell, you're the Lord of House McLoughlin and all that. You may well be an honored guest. They might not even consider taking care of you to be part of the arrangement."

I nodded. I just had this feeling about wanting to be around for whatever was going on—less the sex than all the other stuff. "Then let's do it," I said, and put a little pressure on her head to guide her face up to mine. Alyssa complied, smiling, refusing to let go of my cock while she turned her body and crawled up to me.

"Tomorrow," I said before we kissed.