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Med Station X

By: Med Station X



“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m going to be on station for some time, and I’m an engineer. Do you have anything around here that needs repairing, or scheduled servicing? I’d like to pay my way.”

She smiled at him and put a tentacled hand over his, in a way that made him wonder whether she was coming on to him. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll find something around here that requires your special skills, Mr. Vogel.”

Lance stood up, uncertain. “Uh, thank you again, doctor,” he said, and left her office.

*  *  *

An hour later, Lance was in the main engineering bay, examining the gravitation generator, while a number of robots scurried back and forth on errands. “Lance…” 

Lance looked around for the source of the voice. “Felice?” He realized she was using the communication system.

“Would you come to my quarters, please?”

“Of course. Where do I go?”

“The computer will guide you. Follow the blinking red lights on the walls.”

Lance followed the lights, took a lift to Deck 4, and followed more blinking lights until he came to a door, which slid open to admit him. On the bed, he found Felice and Dr. Tunuma, locked in a kiss, their hands (and tentacles) rubbing each other’s vulva. They broke their kiss to look up at him.

“You asked how you might be of service to us, Lance,” said the doctor.

“We would greatly appreciate it if you could service…us,” said Felice.

Lance stared at the two women masturbating each other, one human, one utterly alien, and his blood began to heat, his breathing came harder, and the pants of his coverall began to tent over his growing erection.

“Well,” said Felice with her sexy smirk, “what are you waiting for?”

Lance tore off his coverall, and joined them, kneeling by the edge of the bed. He reached out to touch both vulvae, stroking Felice’s slit alongside the fingered tentacles, but his fascination was with the bluish star-shaped vulva on his right. “Rub her gently along the slits,” said Felice, instructing him, “like you would when teasing my clit.” He followed Felice’s lead, stroking the slits as she did, feeling the oily wetness on his fingers. He watched as Felice placed a finger at the center of the star, and pushed in, and the folds began to pull back slightly. “Now look closely. See how her outer scales give way to a bed of millions of almost microscopic, finger-like projections, like cilia. Put your finger in, and feel them.” He put his finger alongside hers, and pushed, and his finger entered the alien vagina, while more fluid leaked out around their fingers. The inside of Zera’s vagina felt like velvet as his fingers moved over the yielding surface. “Those cilia are a little like the clitoris, because they are so sensitive, but they will also do something more, as her excitement increases. They line the entire length inside her.” 

The doctor was gasping, whispering, “Please…please.” She lay back on the bed, one tentacle stretched enough so that it still teased Felice’s clit, the fingers of her other tentacle caressing her nipples. 

Felice bent forward and kissed Lance, then got up and positioned herself for sixty-nine, with her pussy over Zera’s mouth, her own mouth directly over Zera’s star. She held herself up for a moment, so Lance could see Zera’s long tongue lick her slit, tease her clitoris, then plunge into her vagina. Felice shuddered in pleasure, then bent down to kiss and lick Zera’s pulsing orifice. Lance watched as she put her tongue as far as she could into Zera, and licked and sucked on her folds. She smiled at Lance, and he joined her, reveling in the vanilla and cinnamon flavor of the alien pussy. They kissed and licked and sucked the deep violet vagina, and kissed and sucked each other’s tongues, as they brought Zera closer and closer to climax. Lance was fascinated by the way the folds of the star drew back until he could put his whole hand inside the doctor. Then he noticed an odd sensation on his skin, as though his hand was being scrubbed by tiny brushes. Felice smiled and told him to look more closely. Lance could see the vaginal cilia whirling, massaging his hand. Felice told him to move his hand in and out, just as though he were fucking her, and he felt Zera’s vaginal muscles begin to tighten, then to flutter, and then she came with an intense vibration that surprised him. Felice grabbed his wrist, making him hold it inside, until Zera’s contractions subsided. When she removed his hand, she licked it off, and he followed suit, loving the taste. Then he noticed, Felice was about to come, and reached for her breasts, pinching the nipples as he kissed her. 

Felice had a series of multiple orgasms riding Zera’s tongue, as she alternately kissed Lance, and licked at Zera’s closing orifice. When she settled down, she had Lance move up onto the bed, and she crossed over him. Zera lay to his right, Felice to his left.

“Thank you, Lance,” said Zera, “that was wonderful. Now it’s your turn.” The two women, leaned over each grabbing part of Lance’s shaft. Each began to run her tongue over the glans, and Zera reached to fondle his balls. Her fingers felt like soft snakes, slithering over his skin, and he shivered. Felice suggested Zera suck on his cock, while she licked his scrotum, again, sucking each testicle into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. Lance’s penis jerked in Zera’s mouth, and she squeezed the base of it, to prevent him from ejaculating too soon, although he wasn’t quite there yet. She pulled off him and said, “I want your lance inside me, Lance.”

The three of them rearranged themselves on the bed. Felice lay down first, her legs spread as wide as possible. Lance and Zera lay facing each other with their heads on Felice’s thighs, the human flower open between them, as Lance fingered Zera’s star, finding the opening, and moved the head of his cock into position, feeling the whirling cilia brush against his glans. It felt so good, he gasped, and his penis throbbed with pleasure. Zera reached around and pushed him forward, forcing his erect penis into her vagina. The cilia brushed his shaft along its entire length. The two began to stroke, in and out, in and out, and when their rhythm was set, they turned their faces to lick and suck Felice’s pussy. As they fucked, held together by Zera’ tentacles, Lance stuck his tongue into Felice’s vagina as far as it would go, then licked upward, settling his lips and tongue on her engorged clit, while Zera forced her tongue deep inside of Felice, tickling her g-spot. 

Felice came first, flooding their mouths with her fluids. Lance felt Zera’s pussy begin to tighten around his shaft, then to flutter, and he pumped harder and faster. Her climactic vibrations came at exactly the right moment, and he spurted his load of semen in four tremendous contractions deep within the alien’s body. The three of them lay gasping for breath, shuddering almost uncontrollably, as their contractions died away. They stayed as they were for a few minutes, until Lance’s cock deflated, and Zera’s pussy released him. Then the three rearranged themselves, again, face to face to face, so they could cuddle in each other’s arms (and tentacles). For a long while, the three lay on the bed, kissing, rubbing each other’s genitals, and breasts.

Felice felt Lance’s cock getting hard again, and she pulled him up to straddle her chest, bunching her breasts together against his shaft. Zera watched eagerly as Lance titty fucked Felice, and each time his penis was far enough forward, Felice would give the glans a little lick. It wasn’t long before she was sucking his cock in earnest while Zera held his balls, and sucked on Felice’s left nipple. That didn’t last very long, either. Lance mounted her, and was soon ramming his cock into her pussy, his balls slapping her ass, his mouth on her right tit, while Zera continued to suck her left, and rubbed her clit with a tentacle. Felice screamed as she came, and Lance came soon after. As soon as he pulled out of her, Zera pulled her into a sixty-nine position, her tongue probing deeply to taste Lance’s semen. Felice didn’t hesitate to return the favor, licking at the creases of Zera’s star, till it began to open, and she inserted her fingers, withdrawing them to lick Lance’s semen mixed with Zera’s juices. Felice, on top, invited Lance to try to fuck Zera one more time, and he tried to get it up, managing to get his almost stiff penis against Zera’s vaginal orifice, but he was too exhausted to keep it up. Lance flopped back onto the bed, merely happy to watch the two women enjoy each other. Their orgasms came within a few seconds of each other. They weren’t very big, but from their gasps and smiles, Lance could tell they were quite satisfying. Breathing heavily, Zera extracted herself from underneath Felice, kissed Lance and said, “Felice, perhaps we could try a stronger vitamin and hormone elixir on him.” She grinned at him. “Welcome to Med Station X, Mr. Vogel.” 

*  *  *

A week later, stepping out of the lift onto the cafeteria deck, the doctor found Lance, sitting alone at a table, a dejected grimmace on his face, picking over his breakfast, eating nothing. She retrieved a small cherry pie from the refrigerator, some utensils, a cup of iced tea, and came to sit across the table from him.

“Good morning, Zera.”

“Good morning, Lance. Why so downhearted?”

“Well,” Lance cut a pancake slice with his fork, but left it on the plate, “I’ve been over this entire station. There’s nothing for me to do. There have been a lot of technological advances in seventy-two years, and I seem to be obsolete. All the robots, and servos, and mechs, all function flawlessly, and they take care of everything.” He gestured with both arms, indicating the totality of the station. A bit of pancake flew off his fork, and before it even hit the floor, a valet servo was dispatched to clean up the mess.

“I know,” Zera said sympathetically, “the male ego, for humans at least, is strongly tied to one’s profession. But you see, you don’t have to measure your worth to us by what you used to do…”

Lance reflected on his relationship with the two women. He had seen them at odd times, staring at one another in deep communion. He’d seen Zera stroke her fingers through Felice’s hair, when they were just talking together. He’d noticed Felice caress Zera’s crest sometimes, or her nipples in passing in the corridors. He’d seen them kissing in corners and closets, and in sixty-nine on the stockroom floor. It was obvious they loved each other very much, and while they enjoyed having him join them on occasion, he knew he was just an interesting diversion. 

“Zera, it’s fun being a sex toy for you and Felice, but it’s not fulfilling. I need something to do, before I go crazy.”

“You could study current technology. We have a complete library…”

“Yes, I know. I’ve been doing that…boning up on mod-tech. Most of what I’ve seen is isn’t really new in terms of new discovery, just a lot of refinements of older techniques, and more thorough automation of processes…like that damned butler servo. The system knew there was about to be a mess on the floor, and it had something ready to deal with it. Hell, even the governors on the fusion reactor in the core have governors, and those have governors monitoring them! The system sends a signal and valves turn themselves. This station could run by itself for ten thousand years. You and Felice, and maybe a few more doctors and med techs are all that it needs. It doesn’t need me.”

“And you need to be needed.” The doctor rose and moved around the table to stand by his chair. She cradled his head in her hands, turning it gently, bringing his mouth to one of her middle nipples. “I need you,” she said as he suckled. “And Felice needs you. And as time goes on, I’m sure we’ll find things that you can do for us.”

Felice exited the lift, just then, having overheard the last sentence. “Doctor, weren’t you saying yesterday, that you wanted that special surgical clamp made? You said the newer style was uncomfortable for you to work with, because it was designed for human hands. I’m sure Lance could construct one in the machine shop.” She walked over to the table, and Lance reached out, pulling her to his side, opposite Zera.

“Thank you,” he said, knowing they were just inventing some busy work for him, and yet he was grateful for it. “I’ll make the clamp as soon as you give me the specs.” Then he took Felice’s left nipple in his mouth and sucked on that for a moment. The two women winked at each other. Then Felice went to find something to eat, and Zera went back to her chair. Lance watched both women, and couldn’t help grinning. He was glad the clothing optional rule was still in force. Of course, he thought, I’ll have to wear something in the machine shop…


2

A few hours later, Lance was examining the design of the new old clamp, when a space craft entered orbit, requesting medical assistance. Lance went to the docking bay to see whether he could help. The main ship dispatched a small shuttle craft, carrying only the pilot and a patient. Lance met Felice at the air lock, which opened to reveal a large insectoid creature, much like Earth’s walking stick, but with five pairs of walking legs, and another creature that looked like nothing so much as a pile of green hoses. Felice said the insectoid was a Stengoid, while the ropy thing was called a Globulan. Both wore standard translators, so he was able to understand immediately, when the pilot, the walking stick, spoke. 

“Well, Doc, as I said on the radio, it’s not exactly an emergency, but…”

“I’m not the doctor, Ketoni, I am her medical technician, Felice. Let’s get her on the gurney, and I’ll take you to Treatment 1. Now what is the problem?” The two humans helped the pile of hoses up onto the gurney, and Felice accepted Lance’s help guiding it. The creature just lay there, it’s hose-like tentacles limp, except for an occasional shudder.

“She has stomach aches.”

“How many stomachs does she have?”

“Two.” The stick figure leaned toward Felice, whispering, “I need to speak to the doctor privately.”

In the treatment room, Felice introduced them all to Dr. Tunuma, then ushered the extra creatures out of the room. 

“You two are humans, right?”

“Yes,” both Felice and Lance answered together.

“But you don’t wear clothing like the others?” 

“Sometimes we don’t,” said Felice. “It will be another month before the full station crew complement arrives. So we’re just relaxing and enjoying ourselves for awhile.”

“Interesting,” said the insect. “You weren’t mating when we arrived, were you? I know humans remove their clothing for mating.”

“No,” Lance laughed. “We’re merely more comfortable this way. When the crew arrives, we’ll wear our usual uniforms.” 

“I’ve never seen a human female unclothed before. Would mind telling me…”

The doctor came out of the treatment room, an expression of concern in her eyes. “Kitoni, there is something else wrong with Suchitu. Even after the proper treatment, she is listless, remaining flattened, her tentacles limp. She should snap out it, but won’t, and isn’t answering my questions. I’m guessing she’s depressed. What can you tell me about it?”

“I wanted to tell you before you started. She is depressed. Her mates have rejected her, twice, each, and now her eggs are too old. She will never reproduce. I think her depression caused her stomach problems.”

“You may be correct. Did she tell you why they rejected her?”

“They said she was too small. They selected much larger Klata.”

“I can see how that would hurt. What is her position aboard ship?”

“She’s an Engineering Assistant First Class, specifically, our best engine mechanic. We really need her back, Doc!”

Hearing that caused Lance to perk up. “Hey, she’s an engineer?”

“Best engine mech in the fleet!”

“Doctor, if I can help in any way, let me know,” Lance offered.

Doctor Tunuma turned and went back into the treatment room. The walking stick turned back to Felice.

“Before we were interrupted, I was about to ask if you wouldn’t mind explaining some of your parts to me, and how they function?”

Felice grinned, and said, “I’d be happy to. What would you like to know, sir?”

“I’ve heard that these large, round protuberances are called tits, and they secrete milk. Could I see that?” The creature prodded tentatively at her right breast with a soft comb-like structure at the tip of one arm.

“Tits, or titties, is the vulgar term for human breasts, and they only produce milk when a woman is nursing her young. As I have no young children, my breasts are not lactating at the moment.”

The alien brushed across her nipple, and it stiffened. “Oh, did I hurt you?”

“No, my nipples are very sensitive to touch. When they erect like this, it is a sign on sexual arousal. Touching a woman’s nipples, is a normal part of sexual foreplay. Usually, her partner will also lick and suck on her nipples.”

“Suck on them? Even though there is no milk?”

“Yes. It really feels very good, and adds to the stimulation, increasing her desire to mate.”

“Mmmm, I see,” said the creature, bending lower, bringing his faceted eyes level with her vulva. “And this…”

“Lance?” the doctor called. “Lance, may I speak to you for a moment, please?”

Lance walked around the corner to find the doctor, wishing he could have stayed to watch Felice handle the alien’s curiosity. 

“Lance,” said the doctor, “Suchitu is an engineer, like you. Right now, she has a problem you might be able to fix. Suchitu is feeling unloved and useless.”

“Useless?” said Lance, “a good engineer is never useless.” 

“I know, but her problem, as Kitoni stated is the rejection by her former mates. I discussed it with her, and I think having sex with a male, even an alien male, would really help her to feel better about herself. Your being an engineer, a peer, would reinforce those feelings.”

Lance’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You want me to have sex with her?”

“Please, Lance, I’m sure it would help her, and it would be perfectly safe for both of you, in biochemical terms. Also there are no diseases that could be transferred.”

“Well, I guess I could try.” He smiled uncertainly. “How would I find her vagina among all those coils?”

“I’ll get the two of you started. Let her lead.” Zera took his hand an pulled him into the Treatment room.

“Suchitu, did you know Lance, here, is an engineer like you?”

“Really?”

“Yes, Suchitu, I am. Kitoni told us you’re the best engine mechanic in your fleet. That’s very high praise. I’m impressed. The doctor told me you’re not feeling very good, though, and I’d like to help you, if I can.

“I don’t know…recently, I’ve been feeling kind of…worthless.”

“Comon, Suchitu, I would think an engineer as pretty as you would feel, well, really good about themselves.”

“You think I’m pretty?” the ball of hose asked, raising herself, just a bit off the table top on three tentacles.

“Of course I do. And you must be a whiz at working in tight places.”

“Oh, I am. I can get a wrench to go anywhere.”

“Suchitu,” said Zera, “look at this. Lance has only one tentacle, and it’s his sex tentacle. Humans call it a penis.”

Slowly, the Globulan reached out one green tentacle to touch Lance’s penis. “Ooh, it’s getting a little longer.” She carefully wrapped her tentacle around it. “And harder. Lance, may I hold it in my lemma?” Lance, not having any idea what a lemma was, but hoping it was either a mouth or a vagina, nodded, and another tentacle came up, with an opening in the end. Slowly, gently, the opening prodded at the tip of his cock, then slipped around the glans, engulfing it. His penis stiffened further, and he gasped at the oily smooth sensation. “Mmmm, it gets rigid, like my wrench handles.” She slid her tentacle up the length of him, then pulled back, and repeated the motion, his cock slipping in and out of the tube-like tentacle. 


Med Station X



“Oh, that feels good, Suchitu.” Lance reached out and pulled more of the tentacled body into contact with his skin, as the alien continued to suck him. He didn’t notice the doctor nodding to herself as she quietly left the room. Suchitu wrapped herself around his legs, and began to plant oily green kisses on his scrotum with the end of a second rope of flesh. His cock felt hot, an effect of her oily secretion, as the tentacle slipped back and forth around it, and he felt a small suction pressure building. The tentacle moved on and off, on and off, faster and faster, sucking harder and harder.

Lance looked down at the little alien, wanting to hold her, somehow, wondering where he could get a grip without hurting her, or covering her eyes, assuming she had eyes…he couldn’t see them. He settled for taking one hose segment in each hand. “Ahhhhh,” she sighed. The tentacles were getting slightly oily, and he slipped his grip back and forth, slowly along them. “Oh, Lance, that’s soooo gooooood.” She tighten her grip around his legs, and sucked one testicle into the tip of her tentacle, he couldn’t tell which one, as the one gripping his cock accelerated, and he felt the muscles in his thighs tighten as his orgasm approached. His hips began thrusting, he tightened his grip on the slimy, squirming ropes, and the creature shouted, “Don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t, Ee...ee…eeeeeeee.” Her tentacle began to contract in peristaltic waves along his cock, and he came into her in an explosion of pleasure, losing his footing, and falling back onto the floor.

She didn’t lose her grips on him, but asked in a worried tone, “Oh, Lance, are you all right?” 

Lance laughed, and hugged the creature to him. “I’m wonderful, Suchitu! You are wild! Was that an orgasm you had?” 

“Yesssss! Oh, and your semen tastes soooo good,” she replied, continuing to rub her tentacle over his cock, and planting kisses on his chest and thighs at the same time. “I love how your penis gets so firm, so rigid.”

Lance ran his hands along several tentacles, exploring, trying to figure out whether there was a body hidden somewhere within the ropy tubing. His hands glided over the slimly surfaces until he found a small spherical structure where they all came together. 

“Please, keep doing that…ohhhh…” she shivered as he continued rubbing her tubes. “You really know how to make a girl feel good.”

“I think you’re the kind of girl any man would want, intelligent, pretty, sexy.”

“Ooh, you’re getting hard again…mmmmm….” Suchitu began moving her tentacle faster over his engorged cock, adding a little side-twist this time and his penis responded with a reflex jerk. Lance started moving his hands more rapidly over her tentacles. She increased her speed and suction, twisting her tube over his glans every once in a while, and each time she twisted, his penis would jerk, and he would gasp with the pleasure. It wasn’t long before she climaxed again, and then again, and with her next one, Lance came as well, filling her lemma with his thick fluid.

Lance noticed the doctor, peeking into the treatment room, smiling and nodding. He smiled back and winked. Lightly fingering her tentacles, he asked, “Suchitu, you were great. You know, I’ve been out of circulation for a long time. Would you mind telling me about the engines you take care of?”

The alien slowly, lovingly, disconnected herself from his cock, but kissed the tip, one more time. Lance noticed it was covered with green slime, but he didn’t care. “Sure, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I can have schematics sent over, too. How long have you been out?”

“Seventy-two years.”

“Earth years?” He nodded. “Gaa, that is a long time. How did that happen?”
“Meteor damage to the fuel lines. The ship blew up before I could get out to fix it. My suit computer decided to put me into stasis. I floated in the wreckage for seventy-two years.” He stepped into the treatment room’s emergency shower, and quickly soaped and rinsed himself off. After a moment, the ball of rope followed him in, shaking her tentacles from side to side under the spray, like a dog, drying itself, but used Lance’s towel to dry herself. Both showers took less than a minute.

“I’m sorry, in a way,” said the Globulan.

“Meaning?”

“Well, it’s kind of sad that happened to you and all those people…but if it hadn’t been for that meteoroid, we would never have met. You know, I’m hungry.”

“Me too. Let’s go to the cafeteria deck. You can have the schematics sent to a terminal there, and we can talk.”

He stood up and started walking out of the room. The little ball of rope tried to keep up with him, but couldn’t quite. Lance bent down and picked her up, and she wrapped a tube over his shoulder as he carried her out.

In the corridor, they passed Felice, who lay on the floor, breathing rapidly and grinning, with the walking stick over her, his sex appendage rubbing against her clit, probing for the entrance to her vagina. Lance paused by her side, smiling down at her, and she smiled back, running a hand up over his calf. Then Lance and Suchitu continued on to the cafeteria. 

Felice reached down, rubbing the sensitive head of Kitoni’s two-foot long penis, causing his body to shudder and rattle, then guided him inside her. “Please remember not to push too hard, Kitoni.” Felice was trying to be kind, but the alien insect’s penis was much too thin to give her pleasure. It didn’t put enough pressure on her g-spot. So she paid more attention to explaining human sexual responses to Kitoni, and concentrating on bring him pleasure.

“I know. I have no wish to hurt you. Your body is too soft. It could tear too easily. But, oh, you feel so good inside. So soft, so hot. Ah…ah…ah…ah…” Suddenly he was rattling, and pumping his semen deep into her body. 

To Felice, it felt like jets of cold water inside her vagina, but she grinned as he came, gripping his penis, making sure he emptied himself completely, and slowly pulled it out of her body. “Did you enjoy that, Kitoni?”

“Oh yes,” he said, moving away, allowing her to get up. “Did you?”

“It was fun,” she said, lightly, feeling the watery semen begin to drip from her vagina and run down her legs. “I should go clean up.” She walked quickly into the treatment room, stepping into the emergency shower.

The alien had followed her into the room, and now asked, “Felice, it didn’t seem as if you enjoyed it as much as I did. Did I please you?”

Not wanting to hurt his feelings as she ran a hose into her vagina to rinse out his semen, Felice answered very carefully. “Kitoni, I enjoyed teaching you a little about human sexuality, and I greatly enjoyed learning about yours, but you have to understand that you’re just not built quite like a human male, so it isn’t really possible for you to stimulate me the same way.”
“Oh. I was hoping…” He sounded a little dejected.

“Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy it, even though I couldn’t reach orgasm. I’m really happy that you did, though.”

“I could try again to help you climax, if you want…”

She stepped out of the shower and dried her self off, running a hand along one of his antennae. “That’s very sweet of you, Kitoni, but no thank you. Not right now. I do have other duties to attend to. You should probably check with your ship to see if they need any extra medical supplies. We could have the robots deliver them to the docking bay. I’ll ask the doctor about when Suchitu will be ready to go back to duty.” Smiling politely, Felice walked out.

*  *  *

Several hours later, after the shuttle had departed, Lance was still going over the design schematics and technical readouts, Suchitu had left for him, when he received a page. “Lance, could you come to my quarters?”

“Of course, Felice. I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

On arrival, he found both the Meluan and the human waiting for him, as he expected. They sat in the bedroom, Felice and Lance on the bed, the doctor on a chair. “Lance, Felice, I want you both to know I appreciate the way you handled yourselves with the aliens, today. Their captain reported that they were pleased with our services. He mentioned that Suchitu seemed very happy, and went back to work immediately. Her shipmates said she hasn’t been so chipper in weeks. Lance, I think you would make an excellent psychologist…possibly an excellent sex therapist. You seemed to have an understanding of just what she needed to bolster her self esteem.” 

Lance blushed with the praise, but accepted it gracefully. “Thank you, doctor. Both you and Kitoni discussed the cause of her depression, and I just followed your suggestions, and said what I thought might help her. I admit to being more than a little scared, at first. But, you know, I am going to miss her. She’s a nice person, a very good engineer, and, wow, does she know how fuck!” He grinned as he finished.

Felice laughed. The doctor smirked. “Felice,” she asked, “you know you really didn’t have to screw the Stengoid. I wouldn’t have asked you to do that, unless it was necessary. But, in the interest of science, how was he?” Her smirk deepened.

“Well, I only did it to help him understand human sex. He was so curious. But I did learn a few things about his species. The penis is a long chitinous tube that retracts into the male body, and curves into a u-shape when it comes out, pointing forward, so the male must stand above the female, and parallel to her body to allow it to slip inside. He would mount a Stengoid female from behind, just as earth insects do. The tube is very thin, about one-half centimeter in diameter along its length, and only one centimeter across at the tip where it flares slightly…that’s where it’s sensitive to pressure stimulation. However, being so thin, it was like sticking a pen into my vagina. It wasn’t thick enough to give me any pleasure, and it was cold. So was his semen. Of course the Stengoid are cold-blooded, so I should have expected that, but while I was excited by teaching him, I didn’t get the pleasure I needed.” Felice paused, and rubbed her fingers lightly over Lance’s penis. “Looks like you had more fun than I did.”

“I guess I did. I’m sorry you didn’t. I could be persuaded to help you get some pleasure, right now…”

“I could really use your thick cock in my pussy, just now.” As she increased her pressure on his penis, Lance watched her breasts heave with her heavier breathing. He leaned over and sucked on her left nipple.

“So could I,” Zera chimed in. “I didn’t have any fun today, at all.”

“Aw, come be with us,” said Felice. The doctor left her chair and joined them on the bed, to suck Felice’s right nipple, and stroking her vulva with the fingers of her tentacle. Lances hand joined her, and together, they soon had Felice begging for his cock.

This time, Zera lay down first, while Lance and Felice positioned themselves, resting their heads on her thighs. When his penis entered Felice, they kissed, then turned their oral attentions to Zera’s beautiful star, licking at the edges of her slits, until they began to part, revealing her inner beauty. First Lance pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, licking the cilia all around, savoring her flavor, then Felice did the same. Felice’s left leg over the top of Lance’s hip egged him on, and she thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on his hot shaft. He squeezed her nipple, and sucked on her tongue, while she reached up and dipped two fingers into Zera’s pussy. She drew them back, and shoved them, one at a time, into Lance’s mouth, allowing him to lick them clean. They turned simultaneously, to lick at Zera’s delicious folds, as her star opened wider still. Lance shoved his hand into Zera, and began to fuck her in sync with his thrusts into Felice. For several minutes, Lance worked on bringing both women to climax. Zera came first, while Lance and Felice watched her star pulse with the contractions. They could feel the strong vibrations of her vaginal muscles. The sight of it helped bring on Felice’s orgasm, and her rapid contractions around his cock, brought Lance to blissful completion inside her. The three of them, lay on the bed for some time, langorous, enjoying the feel of each other.

Zera reached down to pull Lance up to her, fingering his cock to make it hard again. “Lance, you’re penis is covered with Felice’s love juices. Please push them deep into my pussy. I love Felice, and I want her fluids deep inside my body.” Lance thrust into her without hesitation, pushing in as far as he could reach, thrusting strongly as Zera’s cilia massaged him. 

“Oh Zera,” Felice whispered, moving up along side her, “I love you too.” They kissed, groping each other, and Lance obligingly moved aside. “Lance, your cock is now covered with Zera’s juices, and I want them deep inside my body. She turned over, pulling Lance on top of her, and he slid his cock deep within her pussy, thrusting in and out, wildly excited by their desires and their declarations of love. Then Zera pulled Felice on top of her, and they kissed, Zera’s long tongue pushing into Felice’s mouth, as they rubbed their breasts and vulvas together. Lance move to position himself between both women’s legs, then inserted his penis first into Zera, below, then into Felice, above. It surprised both women, and they shouted, “Oh yessss!” together. Lance continued shoving his cock into them, first one, then the other, giving each of them two or three strokes, before switching. He added his fingers to the mix, his right hand moving in circles over Felice’s clit, his left fingering inside the points of Zera’s star while his cock drove down the center. The women felt deleriously light-headed and happy as he fucked them, each ecstatic to receive the other’s love juices, and when they climaxed togther, their arms (tentacles) wrapped tightly about each other, they lost consciousness, if only for a moment. They awoke, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Lance continued thrusting until the orgasm overtook him. His first spurt was deep inside Zera, and he forced himself to hold the next until he entered Felice. Returning to Zera, he couldn’t hold back any more, and sprayed the outside of both pussies, before re-entering Zera. The two women had been gazing into each others eyes as Lance ejaculated into them, and now they closed their eyes and held each other tightly, their heads together, crying softly, knowing that this very special wedding ceremony had bound them together forever.

Lance, understood, for he said softly, “I now pronounce you wife and wife.” He stood up, smiled at the happy couple, and quietly left the room.. 


3

In the morning, just minutes before their normal wakeup call, Lance delivered a large tray to their bedroom. He found the two asleep, face-to-face, one finger still inside each other. It was, at the same time, touching, erotic, and very private. Lance turned to leave as quietly as possible, when he heard Zera say, “Awww, Felice look at that. He’s so sweet.”

Lance turned back to see the girls sit up and stretch, smiling at him. “How thoughtful,” said Felice. “You’re a darling, Lance. I’ll be right back.” She got up to go to the toilet, followed by Zera. When they came back and sat side-by-side on the bed, Lance positioned the tray table before them. As he removed the lids from various hot dishes, Felice pointed to a wrapped package, tied with a silver ribbon. “What’s this?” she asked.

“I made you a wedding present.” The women looked at Lance in open-mouthed wonder, glanced at each other, then back at Lance. Each held out an arm to him, and he bent to kiss them. “Open it,” he said.

Felice handed the package to Zera, who held it while Felice removed the ribbon and tore off the paper. Lifting the box lid, they saw… “A double-ended dildo?” They glanced at each other and giggled. 

“What’s that?” Zera asked, picking up a small black box next to the dildo. 

“That’s the computer control for the dildo. I constructed this last night.”

“Computer control?” the women asked, simultaneously.

“This device does a lot more than the average dildo. After last night, I thought you might like something like this. I created the basic design a couple days ago, taking into account the difference in vaginal angle, for greater comfort. See the human vagina points more downward, and the Meluan vagina points more forward, so I made it to fit comfortably between you, and still be flexible. But that’s just the basic design. See, what makes it special is this.” Lance picked up the dildo and pointed to its features as he described them. “I designed it to absorb your vaginal secretions, your ejaculations, and store them in these bulbs in the scrotum. The left one handles the flow from this side, and the right one handles the flow from the other. When you squeeze the bulbs, it will simulate an ejaculation, squirting your fluids into her,” he pointed from Zera to Felice, “and your fluids into her!” He pointed from Felice to Zera. The women were wide-eyed and open-mouthed with excitement.

“Ohhhh!” they exclaimed, squeezing each other’s hand (tentacle).

“Now the fluids will remain separate, unless you program the system settings to mix them. You can have the system heat or cool the fluids, and the cocks, together or individually. You can set either or both sides to vibrate, or pulse waves of bulges or contractions down the length of each cock. You can fill it with other liquids. On one setting, the thing will use an adhesion field to remain inside your vagina without slipping, so you can fuck any way you want. It does more, but I’ll let you two explore the manual together.” The women were clearly impressed, and he smiled, with more than a little pride.

“And you made this last night?” Zera asked.

“I finished the construction and assembled it last night. I’ve been working on it for two days. The programming was the hardest part. Watch.” He lifted the dildo to the flat of his left palm and said, “Comp-set 10.” When he tilted his palm to the vertical, the dildo hung there, held to his open hand by its miniature adhesion field. “Comp-set 10 off.” The dildo dropped into his other hand. He handed it to Felice. “I was going to make it for you anyway, but after last night, I though this was the right time.”

“You have an erotically impeccable sense of timing, Mr. Vogel,” said Felice. “We can’t wait to try it out.”

“Let’s eat first. I’m famished,” said Zera.

The women started to partake of the sumptuous breakfast Lance had laid out for them, when an alarm sounded, and the station computer said, “Proximity alert. Incoming vessel. Vessel seriously damaged, leaking O2 and propellant. Docking assistance required.”

“Is it too large to fit in Docking Bay 1?” Felice asked.

“Vessel will fit into Docking Bay 1. Room to spare.”

“System prepare Docking Bay 1. Depressurize, and open outer bay doors. How soon to dock?” Felice asked.

“Fourteen minutes to docking proximity, but vessel appears to be drifting. Suggest use of grappling beams from Docking Bay 1.”

“Have they tried to communicate with us?”

“Negative. Standard automated distress beacon only.”

“Life forms?”

“Readings inconclusive, but stasis chambers are operative.”

“They’re so badly hurt, they put themselves into stasis, and placed the ship on autopilot to get here,” Felice explained to Zera. “Lance, come to the docking bay with me. Zera, you know what to do. Let’s move!” The three of them jumped up and ran to their stations.

At fourteen minutes, Lance was using the grapplers to maneuver the injured craft into the bay, and set it as gently as possible on the floor. The moment it cleared the bay doors, Felice closed them, and re-pressurized the docking bay. With the bay at standard atmospheric pressure, Lance and Felice went in to open the ship’s outer hatch, but the controls were fused, apparently by weapons fire. Lance turned to get a torch, but the hatch popped open by itself, splitting along a horizontal line, lifting upward and lowering downward to form small steps. Felice and Lance rushed in, searching until they found the stasis pods, only one of which was occupied. After verifying that the creature inside was an oxygen breather, Felice released the latches, allowing Lance to lift the cover. He reached in and gently lifted its single occupant, a very short, blue-skinned, blond-haired young woman, with a tear on her cheek, and an ugly, green-blooded gash through her side, through her flight suit, just below her ribcage. As Lance carried the incredibly light-weight body of the unconsious woman out of the craft and placed her on one of the gurneys Zera had brought, the wound, now out of stasis, began to bleed. Lance thought he saw a movement along the wall and turned to look around, but there was no one, other than themselves and the new patient, and she was incapable of any movement at the moment. 




Med Station X



Zera and Felice examined the wound carefully, placed a wad of sterile cloth over it, and asked Lance to maintain pressure on it until they got her to the Treatment room. Zera said he needed to avoid excessive pressure, as the young woman’s body seemed exceptionally delicate. They raced to Treatment 1. 

Lance would have stayed out of the way, had they not asked him to help, repeatedly. He helped peel off the alien’s flight suit, and helped Felice set up the IV stand while she inserted the needle and connected the tubing. She explained that the IV was a synthetic, non-species-specific blood substitute, not likely to cause harm, but definitely able to help oxygenate the body and remove wastes. 

“Body mass, only twenty-four point eight kilograms. Felice,” Zera asked, “have you ever seen this species?” She watched the readouts of the full body scanner, concentrating on the abdominal region to see the damage. Felice gave her a wide-eyed stare.

“Haven’t you?” she replied, shaking her head.

“No, and I don’t see anything about them in the standard database. I know absolutely nothing of this species. Lance?” she asked in desperation, as green blood continued to soak the sheets a deeper green.

“She’s an elf,” he said. “At least, that’s what people used to call them…Elves. They were rarely ever seen, and only then on the outskirts of the Taurus sector. They were xenophobic in the extreme, and vicious fighters. They used to raid traders passing through their star systems. Unfortunately, I don’t remember which systems those were, and except for having seen one once, and their blue skin and pointed ears, I don’t know anything useful about them.”

“Elves,” the doctor repeated to herself. “Computer, scan all archives for the terms, elf, elves, and Taurus Sector. Look for a match on blue skin, gray eyes, blond hair, twin breasted, females with…two vaginal openings? She probably has paired uteri, then. And a large odd swelling on the upper back between the shoulder blades. Looks natural, though”

“Scanning. Match found.”

“Download all medically or biologically pertinent data to my terminal, double quick!” She looked at Lance and mouthed the word ‘Thanks.’ “Thank you…There she is! Damn, there isn’t much detail. Only what other medics have been able to glean in brief encounters.” Zera’s eyes bored into the data, scanning screenful after screenful until she found what she needed. Then the real work started.

Altogether it took them thirteen and a half hours to repair a damaged liver, a kidney, a left uterus, and an organ of unknown function, not to mention the forty minutes Lance spent in the machine shop, re-inventing a pair of surgical clamps into different shapes. At the end, they were exhausted, but each took a three hour shift watching their patient in the recovery room, while the others grabbed a few hours’ sleep. 

Thinking it over as he ate breakfast alone, once during the operation, once in the metal shop, and once in the recovery room, Lance had seen something moving in the room out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked directly at the spot, there was nothing there to see. Then he remembered the same thing happened in the docking bay, and wondered if they had an uninvited guest. An invisible guest? Lance sighed at the absurdity of it, and let it go, chalking it up to exhaustion.

Stepping off the lift to the cafeteria deck, Zera exclaimed, “Lance, you are amazing!”

“Huh?”

“With no medical background or training, you observed and give aid during a procedure that would have caused a first year med student to faint, and a third-year resident to blanch. You provided timely assistance on request, and you created surgical equipment to order, as it was needed, something I’ve never heard of, nor dreamed possible.”

Lance blushed his embarrassment. “Well, any good engineer could do that.”

“Lance, you’re not just any old engineer, you’re a genius! If we have managed to save that girl’s life, a large part of the credit goes to you. I just wanted you to know that, no matter what happens. I also wanted, with your permission, to put in a request to Central Command to have you permanently assigned to my station as Chief Engineer.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I’m honored, and flattered. Let me think about it.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. They’ll be finalizing the assignments fairly soon, and data transmission takes four days.”

*  *  *

Two hours later, Lance started his morning watch shift, entering the recovery room to find their patient sitting up, trying to remove the IV from her arm. Startled by his entrance, the little alien reached behind her and pulled out a laser scalpel, flicking it on, and pointing the glowing tip at Lance, menacingly, her head tilted down, her eyes narrow with suspicion. She didn’t bother to cover her naked body with the sheet, but held the blade steady before her.

Wanting to appear as non-threatening as possible, Lance smiled and put out his hands, palm up. “Well, hello there!” he said, making his voice low and relaxed. “My name is Lance. What’s your name?” 

She neither moved nor spoke, her piercing gray eyes remaining fixed on his, her grip firm on the scalpel.

Lance raised his voice only slightly, hoping the comm system would recognize the fact that he wanted to communicate with someone else in the station, and would transmit his call.. “Zera, Felice, our patient is awake, and she’s got a laser scalpel aimed at me. Remember what I said about their behavior?”

It took a mere fifteen seconds for both of the women to glide through the recovery room door, nearly colliding with him. “Okay,” said Lance softly, “now why don’t you relax and put that scalpel down. We’re all friends here. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” The alien made no move to comply, but the hand gripping the scalpel began to shake slightly. “You’re safe here. This is Med Station X. This here’s Doctor Tunuma, and this is Med Tech Felice. They operated on you and saved your life. They wouldn’t hurt you. I’m just the engineer. If you’ll give me your permission, I’ll try to fix your ship. As I said before…”

The girl’s hand trembled, and she dropped the laser scalpel. It burned a hole in the floor, before Lance picked it up, flicked it off, and casually tossed it onto a nearby table. He hoped to convince the girl that he wasn’t deliberately disarming her.

The girl made no move to cover herself, but her expression changed to pain, and she carefully lowered herself back on the bed.

Standing by her bed, he said, “Would you like something for the pain? Doc, I don’t think she understands our language. Felice can you bring a translator? Now that she’s awake, we have to figure out who she is, and how to get her safely back to her people. That ship’s a wreck. It’s been fired on, and we don’t even know by whom. Hell, they might have followed her here.”

The alien winced in pain, as Felice brought over the translator on a necklace. The silver chain was much too large, so she just made to lay the little medallion-like device on the girl’s chest. The alien winced again, and tried to pull away, but Lance took the medallion and said, “This is harmless, it’s just a device to translate your language into ours, and ours into yours. Look you just speak into it, like this,” he held the medallion to his mouth and said, “Hello, my name’s Lance.” Then he put the device close to the girl’s mouth, hoping she would say something that would allow the translator to begin an evaluation of her language. 

The blue girl said nothing, and gave Lance a look as if evaluating him. Then she closed her eyes, apparently deciding that he could be trusted. 

“Perhaps she’s telepathic, and doesn’t vocalize at all,” ventured Zera. “Have either of you felt anything in your mind, heard any odd voices?” Felice and Lance shook their heads. Zera went to the IV dispensor and keyed in a sequence, causing two more compounds to enter the flow. “Well, I’m going to give her something for the pain, and a mild sedative.” 

At the word, sedative, the blue girl’s eyes flicked open, and stared at the doctor in fear. She opened her mouth, but didn’t get a sound out before her eyelids sagged, and she fell into a light sleep. 

“Well, I think she understood that, which means she does understand our language, though she’s been trying to hide that fact.” said Lance.

Zera and Felice came to stand on the opposite side of the bed. “I still don’t understand her anatomy completely. There was no urinary bladder. Her kidneys funnel her wastes to what should be her rectum. She excretes concentrated uric acid instead of urea. It’s like her body is designed to conserve fluids. I’m worried that the IV will cause a fluid overload, but it’s the only proper way to get the drugs into her system. I’ve set the flow rate very low, and she is excreting some water…”

“Did you notice her skeletal structure on the full body scan?” Lance asked.

“Not really, I was looking for internal damage. What did you see?”

“Most of her bones are hollow, with internal struts supporting them. So the absence of a bladder makes sense, along with her natural low body mass.” 

“What are you talking about?” Felice asked.

“Those are adaptations for flight. In my engineering courses, we studied the adaptations of birds, flying insects, bats, and other creatures that fly. My guess is that that lump on her back is where her wings used to be, or where they would grow out from, if she’s an immature life form, though maybe it’s just a vestigial organ.” 

The women were looking at him, open-mouthed, wondering whether he was correct of delusional. “I’d like to put her back under the body scanner, again,” said Zera, “to confirm your suspicions, but I think you may be right. It will have to wait, though, until she’s more communicative. She seems very secretive. There may be a reason their species doesn’t want us to know more about them. Even the downloaded data doesn’t mention wings or an ability to fly. Maybe flight is a secret.”

“She is beautiful, though,” said Felice, putting a hand out over the alien’s body near her small, but exquisite breasts, wanting to touch them, then pulling the hand away. “I wonder what it would be like…” She didn’t finish the thought, but sighed, and turned to leave. 

Zera gently ran her fingers through the blue-girl’s hair, and moved away, catching up with Felice. Over her shoulder she said, “Lance, she should sleep through the day. Just keep an eye on her and I’ll relieve you in three hours.”

*  *  *

Kneeling on the bed, facing each other, holding the double-sided dildo between them, Felice said, “Finally, we have the time to explore Lance’s handiwork.” She rubbed the tip of one penis over one of Zera’s nipples, back and forth, then down to the next nipple, then down to rub along her star-shaped vulva. “Comp-set one and two.” The device clicked twice in response, but that was all it appeared to do. Internally, certain settings were made.

Zera ran her fingers lightly in circles over Felice’s nipples, and kissed her. The kiss was returned with fervor, and her left hand moved down to finger her lover’s vulva, slipping a boneless finger into her crease, moving down, then up, hovering for a second on the clitoris, then back down to dip into the vagina, feeling her wet need. Felice shivered at her touch, and a purr escaped her throat. She brought her other hand to fondle Zera’s star, continuing to move the dildo along her slits, pressing occasionally in the center. She brought the device to her mouth, and licked the tip, then sucked it into her mouth, tasting Zera’s oily fluid on its surface, while gazing deep into the eyes of her heart’s desire. Her gaze was returned with equal candor, and Zera licked the opposite tip, slipping the second penis into her mouth, and slathering it with her saliva. Taking it out of her mouth, she pushed Felice back onto the bed, and placed the end she had sucked at the entrance to Felice’s vagina. With great care, she inserted the dildo, a little, at first, withdrawing it to make sure it moved smoothly, then in again, a little farther, twisting it, while Felice gasped in pleasure. 

As Zera pushed the faux cock farther in, Felice’ finger were still busy, gaining entrance to Zera’s opening, and at last, she pushed the opposite tip into the alien vagina. Zera move against it, forcing it deeper within her, and she said, “Comp-set ten.” The device locked itself within her vagina, and Zera began a pelvic rock, forcing the other side deeper into Felice, then pulling out, then moving back in, fucking her lover, as she lay, in gorgeous disarray, her arms and legs out, her hair spread over the pillow gazing lovingly up into her eyes.

“Love me, Zera,” Felice sighed, “fuck me, my love.” 

Zera leaned down and kissed Felice, then moved down to lick and suck her nipples, working the cock slowly, at first, then increasing the rhythm until Felice writhed beneath her in ecstasy, coming finally, with great force, shouting out her pleasure and her love. None of her ejaculate escaped her vagina, all of it being absorbed by the cock inside her. Her contractions subsided, and she reached up, her arms around Zera’s neck drawing her to her lips. “My Goddess,” she mumbled. 

“My Goddess,” Zera whispered back, and kissed her, rubbing her tentacles over the human’s body. “Comp-set ten, release.” The computer controlled device went slack, losing its grip on her vaginal walls. 

Felice said, “Comp-set ten,” and the device clung inside her, becoming her very own penis, connecting her to her lover’s body. She thrust upward, once into Zera’s vagina, then the two carefully rolled over, maintaining the connection between them. Felice, now on top, said, “Comp-set six,” and the device began a friendly vibration inside both her and Zera at the same time. “Ohhhh,” she gasped, and began thrusting in and out of Zera’s body. Zera also gasped, lying back on the bed, gazing up into Felice’s eyes. Felice bent and pushed her tongue into Zera’s mouth, licking her tongue, then pulled away slightly and kissed her way down the alien throat to suck on Zera’s uppermost nipples, as she increased the force of her pelvic thrusts. Zera’s hips rose to meet hers, and their speed increased. Zera’s breathing became ragged, as her orgasm approached, and Felice, wanting to feel the other’s enjoyment, said, “Comp-set six, stop.” The dildo’s vibrations, stopped, and through the device, Felice felt the flutter of Zera’s vaginal muscles, and soon the buzz of her vibrations as she arched her back, glorying in the sensations, sighing out her pleasure in Felice’s ear. Again the device performed its function, gathering up and storing Zera’s fluid, and more of Felice’s as well, for she had also had a small orgasmic emission, along with her wife.

“Comp-set ten release,” said Felice, and she pulled the dildo out of both of them, lifting and reversing it, placing the end that had been inside her at Zera’s lips. Zera opened her mouth to receive, it, tasting Felice on its surface, as Felice took the opposite cock into her mouth, tasting Zera. The two sucked on the twin cocks for several seconds, then let go of them, and licked each other’s tongues, finally drawing each other into a full kiss. 

Felice rolled off Zera, and the two lay back, fingering each other’s pussies for a few minutes. “You’re right,” Felice said, “Lance is a genius.”

“I told you. He’s also kind and thoughtful. I don’t think he’s in love with either of us, though, he seems reserved. He definitely enjoys our bodies, but I wonder if he had a girl, way back before he was marooned all those years.”

“I think he enjoys more than just our bodies. He likes us, but you’re correct in saying that he doesn’t really love us. That’s okay. I shall love you forever, whether we have a man with us or not.” Her hand brushed against Zera’s cilia, and she pushed a finger inside.

“Mmmmm,” Zera breathed, and pushed her finger deeper into Felice’s open vagina, tickling her g-spot. “Shall we continue?” She moved over Felice, into a sixty-nine position, holding the dildo where her finger had been, and pushed it inside, while nibbling Felice’s clit. Felice, feeling the cock enter her and starting to move, reached up with her tongue, sliding into Zera. Ardently, the lovers stimulated each other’s pussy with oral caresses of delight and hunger, and the ever growing need for release. This time, Zera came first, her ejaculate draining down into Felice’s waiting mouth. Felice reveled in the tangy sweetness of it, and swallowed with gusto, licking the last droplets from the loving star above her. Felice could not control the pressure building up within her vagina, and surrendered her body to the contractions of her orgasm, flooding the dildo with her fluids, which it dutifully absorbed, not yet reaching its capacity. Zera seemed to collapse onto her body, and Felice supported the extra weight, slithering underneath her, rubbing their breasts together.

Zera rolled off, again, rearranging herself to lie alongside her wife. “I wonder how much this thing holds?” she asked, lifting the dildo so they could both examine it. 

“The manual said its capacity is a full fifty milliliters, on each side.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of fluid.” She held it up, admiring the soft, smooth surface of the device. She gazed into Felice’s eyes saying, “And I want that fluid, your fluid, deep inside me now.”

“And I want yours deep within me.” Felice took the device and inserted her end into her vagina, saying, “Comp-set ten.” Then she mounted Zera and shoved the other end into her vagina, and the two set to fucking in earnest, staring into each others eyes, rubbing each other’s breasts, bringing each other closer and closer to climax. The kissed, their tongues mingling, their breathing coming in gasps. Felice reached up and caressed Zera’s inflated crest, while Zera ran her tentacled fingers through Felice’s hair, and Felice fucked her faster, and still faster. Zera’s vaginal muscles fluttered, vibrated, and she screamed, as Felice reached down to squeeze the dildo’s scrotum, forcing the device to ejaculate into both of them, Felice’s fluids into Zera, Zera’s fluids into her, and she came again, with the device still firmly holding in place within her. “Oh, Goddesssssssss,” she squealed, rocking with the force of her orgasm, and finally collapsing into Zera’s tentacles. The women lay together, holding each other tightly, the dildo still connecting them for a long time.


4

Lance was half-finished with his lunch when Felice came to the cafeteria deck, and stalked sexily toward him. She went behind him and pulled his chair away from the table, and seated herself straddling his lap facing him, her pussy lips touching the tip of his cock. “I just wanted to express my appreciation for the wonderful toy you’ve given us.” she said, and leaned forward to kiss him.

“You’re very welcome,” Lance replied with a smile. “Zera told me you’d had a chance to use it, when she came to relieve me on watch. She hinted she might want to give me a reward later, although I don’t remember asking for one.” He took her breasts in his hands, kneading her nipples between his fingers. “Was there something specific you had in mind?” he asked, patting her vulva.

“I want to suck your cock. I want to taste your pleasure.” Felice got up and knelt before him, forcing his legs apart, although no real force was required. She lifted his already firming cock, and stared at it, then bent forward to kiss the tip, then licked it, looked at it again, then swished her tongue around the glans. His penis jerked with the delightful sensation. She raised his shaft as it hardened, looking at the underside, then licked from base to tip, and again, and again, and he jerked again with the pleasure. Felice put her lips on the tip, and slid it into and out of her mouth, then again, just to the rim of the glans, licking it, then plunged down, engulfing as much as she could of his length without gagging. She sucked as she slowly withdrew, dragging her tongue along the underside, then plunged down again, and again, and again. She pulled away, looking up to see Lance’s head back, reveling in the pleasure, and she wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked, enjoying the sensation herself.




Med Station X



“I was wondering, Lance…you seemed to really like the Globulan. What did Suchitu do for you that was different?”

He grinned down at her, watching her stroke his penis, and said, “Well, when I was inside her, she would stroke her lemma over my cock, but what was special, was the way she would twist it sideways every once in a while. That really felt good on the tip.”

“Like this?” Felice gripped his glans and twisted her hand to the side. His cock jerked, and he gasped.

“Yes, like that…”

Felice plunged her mouth back down on his cock, and when its tip reached the rear of her upper palate, she jerked her head, twisting to the side. She felt his spasm of pleasure, pulled back, plunged down again, and jerked her head in the opposite direction. He spasmed again with another gasp, and began thrusting his hips, holding her head with both hands as he fucked her mouth. She stayed with him, twisting once, every half-dozen strokes, or so, until she felt him pull on her head really hard, and he released his semen into her mouth. She deliberately pulled back, holding just the tip between her lips, allowing his semen to jet against the roof of her mouth, savoring the taste of it, then plunged back down, sucking hard, rubbing her tongue underneath the jerking cock, until he had no more to give. She held him in her mouth, caressing his balls with her fingers, until he began to deflate, before she withdrew. She sat on his lap again, rubbing her slit against his cock, and kissed him. 

Lance tasted his semen on her lips, and Felice licked his lips to get the last taste of it. Then she pulled away, and stood up. “Thank you, again, Lance. I have some work to get done now. Don’t forget to finish your lunch.” With that, she left the deck.

*  *  *

During the night, Lance awoke with the feeling of being watched. Still groggy with sleep, he looked around the dark room, and thought he saw two glowing eyes, like cat’s eyes, like large, predatory cat’s eyes, staring at him. He came alert, sitting up, suddenly, but the eyes had disappeared. “Computer, light on!” But as he looked around his room, he saw no lion or tiger, or jaguar waiting to pounce on him, just the dresser, the chair, the nightstand, the sink and the walls. “It must have been a dream,” he said to himself. “That’s what it was, a dream.” He settled back down on the mattress and closed his eyes, but left the lights on. Lance fell into an uneasy sleep.

*  *  *

After breakfast, Lance entered the recovery room, to relieve Felice’s watch. The blue girl was sitting up, frowning at Felice, but accepting a spoonful of gelatin, while Felice spoke to her. “Ah, Lance, you can take over. She’s eating soft foods now, but she still hasn’t said anything. I was hoping she could at least tell me whether the gelatin is to her liking. I don’t know what she thinks of the flavor, but I added those vitamins and minerals that seem to be compatible with her body chemistry. If this works, we’ll try her on solid foods tomorrow. I just wish I knew what she was thinking.” The creature frowned even more sternly at Felice.

“Okay. Why don’t you go get some lunch…” he grinned at her, “…unless you’re still full from breakfast…”

Felice grinned back as she passed him, and patted his ass. “I’ll see you later.” 

The alien’s frown followed Felice out of the room until the door slid shut, then she turned to Lance, and smiled, a dazzling smile. 

“Oh ho! So you like me now, huh?” Lance gave her a smile in return. “Just let me check you’re bio-readings and I’ll see if I can give you some more of that good gelatin.” He turned to look at the wall-mounted displays. 

“Lance…” came a small voice, an utterly soft, musical, airy voice. Lance’s head jerked around to look at the alien. “…Lance, I want to thank you for saving my life.”

He spun around to face her, grinning. “Why, you little vixen. You can talk!” Surreptitiously, Lance touched a button on the side of the console, starting a hidden audio-video recorder he had installed.

She looked at him, perplexed. “I am not an earth female fox.”

“Look,” he replied, “I didn’t mean vixen literally. It’s an expression that connotes a wiley, fox-like ability for deception. In a way, I think it fits.”

“I did not mean to deceive you out of ill will. I needed first to be certain I could trust you.”

“You will always be able to trust me, my lady,” he said with a bow, walking over to her bed. 

“I may very well be able to trust you, but I still must be most cautious.” She looked away, toward the door.

“I understand. Your ship was attacked, and you were the only survivor.” Lance took her very tiny hand in his, saying, “I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to help you, my lady.”

She smiled back, “But you don’t even know who I am, or what I am. Why would you want to help me without knowing that? How do you know that helping me might jeopardize your own life, and the lives of those you love?”

“I don’t know that, but I do know exactly what you are.”

Her eyebrows rose, her eyes wide. She pulled her hand out of his. “What do you know?”

“You’re a Faery.”

“How did you find out,” she asked, her eyes shadowed with fear.

“Reasoning. Simple logic. You look very much like the pictures in ancient earth stories of faeries. Your elegant body, the light-weight hollow bones, and so on, is adapted for flight. I’m guessing that either you have not developed your wings, or you somehow hide them within that protrusion on your back.” 

“You like my body?”

“It’s exceptionally beautiful. You are exceptionally lovely.”

She smiled up at him, and sat up, one leg crossed under the other, which dangled over the edge of the bed in a very provocative manner. Slowly, from behind her, wings began to unfold, very long, lacy, dragonfly wings. Nearest her body, the wings were blue, matching her skin tone, while farther away, they became translucent, and at the outer tips, transparent. She fluttered her wings.

Lance’s mouth dropped open in awe. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Would you grace me with your name, my Lady?”

“You may call me Esme. Lance, I show you what I am because I do trust you, at least more than I would trust most other humans. You were the one to open my stasis chamber and carry me out to safety. You were gentle with me, even when I threatened you. The doctor said that you made the surgical equipment that allowed her to operate on me. I would have died were it not for you. And so I give you my gratitude, to see me as no others may.”

“Could you grant me one wish, Esme?”

“There is no magic, Lance. Wishes really are old faery tales.”

“I know that. But my one wish would be to see you fly. Only when you feel strong enough, of course.”

She smiled up at him. “That’s a wish I could easily grant, if you would be so kind as to disconnect me from the IV unit for a few minutes.” She held up her arm, and Lance reached over her to disconnect the tubing at a junction nearest her forearm. She leaned slightly forward, and her breasts brushed his forearm, and he shivered, forcing down the pleasure of her touch, trying to remain calm and clinical. She stood up on the bed, stretching her arms, which pushed her breasts out, flexing her wings several times, then fluttered them. Her beating wings buzzed softly, gaining speed, and she lifted from the bed, and zoomed around the room, coming to alite atop a cabinet. She sat there, smiling down at him. “Oh, thank you, Lance! It has been so long since I could fly freely.” She took off again in a flurry of wings, circling the room first in one direction, then the other, and came to hover in front of him. She kissed his lips, then rose slowly in front of his eyes, displaying her feminine charms, and flew back to the table, to land, breathless, seated as she had been before, with one leg dangling over the edge, the slit of one vagina, open to his sight. “Ohhh, that was wonderful, but now I’m so hungry.” 

Lance handed her the bowl of gelatin and the spoon, knowing she had more than enough strength to eat on her own, now. He sat down to watch her. “If I died tomorrow, I would die happy. You have fulfilled one of my earliest childhood wishes, to see a faery in flight. If only I could see you fly in a forest…”

Esme looked up from her repast. “Someday, perhaps, you may. I’m sure my father would perm…” Her expression went suddenly bleak, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her wings drooped down. 

Lance jumped up and came to her side. He took the bowl and set it aside, then took her shoulders in his hands, bending down to be eye-level with her. “Esme, what happened to your father?” he asked softly. The faery threw herself against his chest, crying, and he had to be extremely careful, not to hurt her wings. One hand still on her shoulder, he placed the other hand on her lower back, pressing her gently to him, and simply held her, until her tears slowed. Being noble, he tried to ignore the sensual thrill of pressing her small, perfect body against him. 

“My father was killed,” she said at last, her voice tremulous. “I saw a human trader captain destroy his ship. I barely escaped, with the help of Purro. The trader attacked my shuttle, and I was wounded. Purro put me in stasis, and came here.”

“I am so sorry, Esme. No wonder you don’t trust humans. If I could right this horrible wrong, I would. But I am only an engineer. The most I could do is repair your ship. Uh, who is this Purro, your ship’s computer?”

Esme pulled away from him, and sat down, drying her tears on the edge of the sheet. “No. Purro is my guardian. He has been here all the time, with me. Purro told me of what you did, all of you. He has been watching you.”

“Then I’m not crazy. I have been seeing someone else, moving around here. Is he here now?”

“Promise me you will not be afraid.”

“I promise.”

“Purro, show yourself to Lance. Nicely now, I don’t want to frighten him.”

Lance looked around, “Okay, where is this Purro?”

Esme pointed up to the top of the cabinet she had sat on. Expecting to see another faery, Lance turned his attention to the cabinet. The air shimmered in a rainbow of colors that deepened and took on a solid black form, the form of a black panther with exceptionally long fangs, that sat atop the cabinet looking down at him. Lance felt his heart in his throat as the creature jumped down and came over to sit before him, alongside Esme’s bed. The head of the predator was high as his naval, just sitting there. The thing must have been at least five feet long.

Esme buzzed down to hover before the creature’s eyes. “I told you not to frighten him. Apologize.”

The big cat grinned, and said, “I apologize, Lance. I was just having a little fun with you.”

Esme nodded, and flew back to her seat on the bed. 

Lance sat down on his chair, his knees still shaking. “That’s alright, Purro. I can see you would be a very effective guardian for Esme, and I’m actually happy she has someone like you to protect her. You’re a pilot?”

“Yes, and more. And I would also thank you for the care and compassion you have shown my liege. It is very difficult for us to trust humans. For so long we have been driven from world to world to escape persecution.” The cat’s tail lashed back and forth.

“I wouldn’t have known. I would apologize to you on behalf of all of them, if I could, but I doubt it would do any good. For all my people know, faeries are merely ancient legends. Your people must have visited earth a long time ago, when humanity was young. If they attack you in space, it is most likely because they don’t know who you are. I think, if they did know, at least if the authorities knew of you, they might be able to put a stop to human expansion into your territories. I might be able to arrange…”

Purro stood up, growling. Lance shut up. “Silence, Purro!” said Esme, and the cat stopped growling and sat down, again. “Lance, we are very afraid of doing that. We have been hurt too many times in the past.”

“I understand that, but if I could get both sides together to listen…maybe we could have a conference…here, at this station.”

“I can see you genuinely believe what you say. Perhaps, I could get my people to listen.” Esme’s shoulders sagged, and she folded her wings. “So tired…” Lance leaped up, and caught her shoulders, carefully lowering her to the bed. 

“My lady, you still need rest and food.” He leaned over her and reconnected the IV, momentarily checking to see that it was flowing properly. He picked up the bowl, and offered her a spoonful of gelatin. She lifted her head to eat it, then lay back down. Her beautiful features appeared drawn. “Esme, why don’t you try to get some rest. I’ll just stay here with you. Purro and I will watch over you. Won’t we.” Lance sat down. Purro nodded and curled up on the floor, watching Lance. 

An hour went by. Purro perked up, stood up and came to sit down beside Lance’s chair. “I have an itch behind my left ear,” he whispered. “Would you mind scratching it?” Lance reached down to scratch behind the cat’s ear. Absently, he began to scratch behind the other ear, then to pet the soft fur. Purro purred softly. 

“So that’s where you got you name,” Lance whispered. He looked down at the cat, then over to the sleeping form of the naked faery. “God, she’s so beautiful…so perfect…” he whispered without thinking.

“Yes she is. I have been in her service for twenty-five of your years, since she was an infant. The king asked me to…” The black cat paused, realizing he was babbling. He looked at Lance.

Lance smiled to reassure him. “I thought she might be a princess. Someone with so fierce a guardian as you would have to be of royal blood.” 

“Lance,” said Purro, “I would ask that you keep our secret.”

“That could be difficult. There are monitoring systems in all patient rooms. I would doubt whether the doctor is watching right now, but she’ll find out eventually. Besides, it really would be best for her treatment and recovery if Esme would talk to Dr. Tunuma.”

“The Princess is still unsure about how to handle this. Secrecy has always been our watchword. Please do not tell them, yet.”

Lance glanced at the sleeper, thinking it over. “Alright, I won’t tell them, yet. But they’ll know about you and her very soon, anyway. It really would be better if she told them now.” 

The cat grinned at him. “I think she was right about you. You are exceptionally honorable, for a human. If you were one of us, there would probably a knighthood in the offing. Although,” the creature looked into his eyes with his own golden orbs, and his tone became serious, “I think you would rather have her affections.” Lance said nothing, and turned his attention to the diminutive woman on the bed, watching the slow rise and fall of her breasts. 

“I have observed you. I have seen how you look at her. I have seen you making sex with the other women, even the alien one. You love them both, but not as life mates. And they feel the same of you. You are friends, very close friends, but only friends. On the other paw, those two love each other with a passion that goes beyond mere friendship. They are true soul mates, life mates. It is unusual for different species to be thus, but not unheard of. I can tell you they greatly enjoyed the gift you gave them.”

“You have, indeed been observing us,” Lance replied in a whispered chuckle. “You understand much more of us than I would have suspected.”

“I, too, have loved, Lance. My mate, Galorra, was on that shuttle with me. She was my copilot. She died to save us. I had to leave her body in an asteroid field, to lighten the ship. I intend to go back for her if I ever can. She deserves that honor.”

Lance thought about seeing two of those ferocious creatures protecting Esme. The thought was both heartening and frightening at the same time. “I grieve with you for your loss,” he said, petting the cat on the head. “She must have been a wonderful…what are you called?”

“Our species is called the Vorn. For centuries, we have been honored to protect the Faeries, though once we fought them for possession of our homeworld. When we discovered they were fleeing human treachery, we decided they were not only worthy adversaries, but also worthy allies, for human hunters often came to our world.” 

Lance had been absentmindedly petting the fearsome creature as he listened enjoying the feel of its soft fur. Suddenly he realized what he was doing. “Oh my,” he said, pulling his hand back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be petting you like…like that. I don’t mean to offend you.”

The cat smiled at him. “That’s one the things the Vorn like about creatures with two or more hands where their paws should be. We enjoy being petted. It calms the nerves.”

Without hesitation, Lance put his hand back, and scratched the Vorn behind its ears. “That’s what it does for us, too. A long time ago they discovered that petting a cat or a dog would lower a person’s blood pressure, release endorphins. It was good for both heart patients, and even helped patients suffering from depression.”

“Petting an earth cat I could understand, but a dog?” Purro chuffed, and Lance knew he meant it as a joke. 

“You know the doctor, Zera will be back in about thirty minutes. What do you want me to do?”

“Do what you know in your heart is right.”

“Then I won’t tell her a thing, yet.” 

“She is your close friend. If you wish to tell her that Esme spoke, that much is okay. It will relieve the tension I have seen about her, and Felice, when they are here. And you are correct, that it should also help them with her treatment now. You have shown we can trust them that much. I, however, shall try to avoid being seen.” 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that neat little trick you do.”

“Becoming invisible?”

“Yes, invisibility. That’s impossible, you know.”

“Is it?” The cat disappeared in a shimmer of colors, although Lance could still feel his hand on its head. They continued to talk in low tones as the Princess slept. 


5

“Hmm, Zera’s already ten minutes late. I’d better go see what’s keeping her. You keep an eye on Esme, and stay invisible.” Lance got to his feet and walked out of the room. He went to Treatment 1, first assuming he’d find Zera there. He found both of them, staring at a screen with a view from the hidden camera he’d forgotten he’d activated. Suddenly, he felt his face flush. 

“How long have you been watching?” he asked.

“Since you turned on the recorder,” said Zera. Felice nodded, but remained silent. For once, he couldn’t read the expression on either woman’s face.

“I’m sorry, I forgot about the recorder. I would have told you about the faery and her guardian, but they’re relying on my silence. I don’t want to lose their trust, and I don’t want to lose yours either. Will you please not tell them that you know?”

“Do you think you can trust us?” Felice asked.

“That’s not fair, Felice. You know I trust you. Tell me, how did you feel when you saw Esme fly?”

“I was in shock. To think that there could be any truth to three-thousand year old tales? I think every child wants to believe in faeries. But I grew up. Did you?” Her voice was cold iron.

“I can’t believe this. You’re angry with me for wanting to help someone that’s real? Something that’s not a legend? Why are you angry at me?”

“You were going to keep this a secret from us.”

“I was going to tell you that she can talk, Felice. And you must have heard me tell Purro that you’d probably find out, anyway.”

“But not that she was your true faery princess!” she snapped. 

“My God, you’re jealous! I didn’t think that was possible. You’re jealous! What about you, Zera? Are you jealous, too?”

“No, Lance. I’m just hurt that you would even consider keeping a secret from us. Especially a secret this big.”

“I think there’s more. Esme made it clear she didn’t like either of you, but she likes me. She revealed herself to me. You’re both jealous of me.” 




Med Station X



“Lance, did you ever stop to think she might be using you? She knows you’re attracted to her body. She pushed her breasts into you, twice. She displayed herself to you. She knew exactly how that would affect you. How do you know anything that she and her cat have said is true?”

“How do you know it isn’t? Neither of you knew anything about her species, or the Vorn.”

“The Vorn spied on us. When we were intimately involved, and vulnerable. Those aren’t the actions of an honorable person of any species.”

“Those could possibly be the actions of an agent and guardian of a member of a royal family, attempting to verify that the aliens treating his charge were really trying to help save her life.” Lance had never seen Felice or Zera angry, until now. He began to rethink his feelings and motives. Maybe they were right, but he wasn’t about to say that, yet.

“Com’on, Lance, you’re making excuses for people you don’t even know. They had to have known we were honorable, because we did, in fact, save her life. And we’ve been busting our asses, trying to figure out how to help her recover more quickly. She must know that. We’ve been trying to speak to her and have gone on at great length to explain it, even though she pretended not to understand us.”

Lance thought carefully about that, and sat down. He didn’t want to believe it, but thinking back over the way she had deliberately displayed herself to him, had pressed herself against him, it made sense. “You could very well be right. Felice, Zera,” he admitted. “I’m sorry for thinking you were just jealous. I seem to have been thinking with my penis instead of my head.” Lance glanced quickly around the room. “Felice, shut the door.” She gave him an odd look, but did so. Lance got up, and did a physical search of the room, sweeping his arms out. It looked strange, but the look on Felice’s face said she understood what he was doing. 

“Now that you know about his invisibility trick, you know how to find him if necessary.” 

“Yes, the telltale is a little shimmer in air as he passes an object. It looks like the heat shimmer over a road on a hot day. It’s even there when he breathes. Only when he holds perfectly still is he completely invisible. And actually, we don’t know if he’s really the only Vorn here. There could be more aboard the station. He said he left his mate in an asteroid field, but how could we be sure of that?” Lance sat down again. 

“Okay,” said Felice, showing her command side, “let’s go over what we know. And keep an eye on that viewer. We need to know if he leaves the room. By the way, do we know if he left her room between the time you left and arrived here?” The Zera and Lance pulled chairs alongside hers, and the three of them watched the screen while they discussed the situation. 

“I don’t think so. The door slid shut right behind Lance, and hasn’t opened since,” said the doctor.

Within ten minutes, they had reviewed all the pertinent information, and come up with a plan. Lance was about to go to the weapons locker to get them each some protection, when the station proximity alarm went off. 

“A ship is within one light minute. It appears to be a trader, but is heavily armed. Its weapons are live, and trained on this station,” said the computer. 

“Shields up,” said Felice. “Bring weapons systems online and charge all batteries. Have they tried to communicate?”

“Not yet…correction. Message coming in now.”

“Divert all command functions to this station. Relay audio and video messages to this station, but transmit out on voice only, no outgoing video.” Felice modified the touch screen in front of her, and her command console appeared.

“Weapons systems online, energy cells at seventy percent…eighty percent…ninety percent…” came the computer’s disembodied voice.

“Open channel with the approaching vessel,” Felice commanded as she watched the screen image of the incoming ship grow larger. “No, wait. Give me their message, first.”

“Medical station. We have followed an enemy ship into this system. Our sensors have detected that ship in your docking bay. Release the enemy into our custody.” The message repeated. 

“Incoming vessel,” Felice replied. “This is Earth Force Med Station X. You have no authority here. We accept and treat all wounded personnel. If you have such wounded, we stand ready to accept them for treatment. However, we do not accede to unlawful demands. If you have no wounded, you are at liberty to leave this system peaceably. Any hostile action shall be considered an act of piracy, or an act of war.”

Within seconds of her transmission, an image of an outraged older man appeared in a corner of her command console. “You are harboring thieves, known felons. How dare you accuse me of piracy.”

“How dare you approach this station with weapons armed. Shut down your weapons systems. Identify yourself and your registry.”

“Captain Al McFadden, Master Pilot License MCF2964A21G2. My ship is the Taurean Queen out of Aldebar, Registry CAXTQN0171946. Let me come aboard and we discuss this problem.” 

“Incoming vessel has dropped defensive shield and deactivated all but low-energy defensive weapons,” said the computer.

Felice cut the voice transmission for a moment, and turned to Zera and Lance. “Al McFadden. I know him. I treated a laser burn on his shoulder once. I don’t know much more than that, but I’m inclined to consider him seriously.”

“Well…what’s happening over there?” McFadden’s impatient voice came over the radio.

Felice reactivated the channel. “Captain McFadden, please describe your complaint.”

“That thieving blond, blue-skinned elf stole a shipment of microthermopiles right out of my hold! That shipment was headed for the Vega colony. With the winters as cold as they get there, them colonists need those things real bad.”

She cut the outgoing channel again. “That’s easy enough to check. Lance, go see what she has aboard her ship. If there’s any cargo, check the bills of lading. Just a minute, Lance.” She was looking at the screen showing the recovery room. The door was sliding shut, but the faery was still on the table. “Lance you may need a weapon. The Vorn just left recovery.” 

“Here, Lance. Put these on,” said Zera, hand him a coverall, boots, and a gunbelt with a small variable power maser. He looked at her, and she shrugged. “Always be prepared.”

Lance donned the coverall. The boots fit him like gloves. He strapped on the belt, energized the gun, making sure it was set at minimum power, and left the room. 

He had reached the damaged shuttle craft and was up the steps, about to enter, when he heard the voice behind him. “Lance, what are you doing?”

He turned slowly, looking for the shimmer in the air, but the black Vorn was facing him, thirty feet away, completely visible. “Purro, I have to check your ship.”

“I can’t let you do that, Lance. This is a Royal Shuttlecraft, and there are devices aboard that must remain secrets of the Kingdom.”

“You lied to me, Purro. I don’t know how much of what you and Esme said was lies and how much was true, but I know you lied. Maybe she’s a princess, maybe she isn’t. What matters is that I have an angry ship’s captain threatening to blow us out the sky if we don’t turn over Esme. He says she stole some of his cargo. If I find that cargo on your ship, if the lading says its his, I have no choice but to turn it over to him.”

The cat started forward, and Lance drew the gun. The cat stopped. “Lance, please don’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.” The cat edged forward. Lance hesitated and the Vorn leaped. Lance hit Purro with his first shot, and the cat dropped to the bay floor. It lay ten feet away, stunned for a moment, then shook its head, raising itself on its forepaws, just a little.

“Lance, please don’t do this.” Purro’s voice was strained with pain. “Look, we…we took the cargo. Her people have to steal to survive. It’s their very survival they’re fighting for. They have been chased across the galaxy for so long, they have no resources of their own. I don’t want to fight you, Lance. But I can’t let you board that ship.”

“You’re in no condition to fight me. That was the gun’s lowest setting.” Lance made a show of pressing a button, and the weapon’s power reading went up a notch, accompanied by a rising whine that steadied and faded at a higher frequency. “You said you’ve taken care of Esme for twenty-five years. If that’s true, don’t you think this has gone on long enough? Stealing from others, hiding their true identities from everyone in the galaxy, that’s no way to live. That’s xenophobia and paranoia all rolled into one. All you’re really doing is prolonging the inevitable. Eventually, enough of the galactic population will put two and two together, find out where you’re hiding, and launch an offensive that will destroy the faeries, utterly, and your people along with them. Why foster hatred and fear when you could strike up trade agreements and live in peace. Wouldn’t that be better than being hunted like animals?”

The wounded animal sprawled on the floor thought about it. “I serve the Princess Esmerelda,” he said weakly. “I would die for her.”

Lance backed down off the step, and took a step closer to the wounded predator. “And I would like to serve the Princess and all her people, by helping them to make peace. I have no wish to kill you Purro. I see no reason for you to die. I would much rather call you friend. Let us go talk to her. You and Commander Stratton and Doctor Tunuma and I will talk to her.”

“You can’t tell them about her.”

“I didn’t have to tell them. They watched the whole show through a camera we use to keep an eye on patients in the recovery room, when someone can’t be there to watch them all the time.

The cat’s eyes widened, and its jaw dropped open. “I have failed my liege.”

“You haven’t failed anything. And you’ll be a hero if you help us convince her to open a peace conference. We must convince her that the old ways lead to inevitable destruction. Let us return the stolen cargo. Maybe we can bargain with Captain McFadden for half of it. He might be willing to make a trade. The faeries must have something to offer that he could make a profit from.”

“I…I…” The cat’s head drooped to the floor, its breathing labored. Lance moved closer, looking down at the Vorn. 

“God, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Purro. I’ll call for help.” he knelt, and holstered his gun, and was about to raise his voice to call Zera. Suddenly, he was on the floor, held down by three hundred pounds of snarling, solid black muscle, staring up at huge, lethal, sabre-like fangs, and he didn’t quite know how he’d achieved that ignominious position. At least, he thought to himself, I didn’t lose bladder control. 

“Gods, I’m good!” exclaimed the Vorn. “Ninety years of service, and I’ve still got it!” The cat backed off of Lance, letting him up. “You didn’t have a chance. You’ve got a lot to learn, boy. Now let’s get your friends and go talk to Esme. We’ll see about that cargo in a little bit. I want to watch Esme’s face. You know, for a human, and a youngster at that, you’re damned persuasive.” The Vorn turned toward the docking bay’s inner hatch, and walked toward the corridor. Lance caught up hastily and walked alongside.

“Youngster! I’ll have you know I’m a hundred and four years old.”

“Yeah, but you fight like you’re only eighteen. No experience, kid. Always be alert for deception. And that maser-ray setting was a mere bee-sting to something with my body mass. I could give you lessons in…”


6

Captain McFadden sat in Conference 10, one of the smaller conference rooms on Deck 15, looking out of the port. He could see both his ship, waiting at a discrete distance, and his small shuttle, parked on the docking ring. The two men he’d brought with him were shuffling their feet with impatience, casting nervous glances at the robot security guards, who had taken their “only means of defense,” and secured the devices in a locker beside the air lock. The captain stood up suddenly. “It’s been almost two hours! What could be taking so long!” His usually gruff voice was more gravely than usual. 

As if in answer, the door opened, and Dr. Tunuma entered, followed by Captain Stratton, Chief Engineer Vogel, a huge black predatory cat, and finally a demure, blue-skinned, yellow-haired midget. All of them clothed, except the cat. They took seats around the table, opposite McFadden and his crew. 

McFadden banged his fist on the table, jumping out of his seat. “This is an outra…”

He was suddenly face-to-face with a snarling black monster, it’s huge fangs dripping saliva. His own deeply-tanned face went white, and he fell stumbling back into his seat.

The Vorn smiled. “That’s much better, Captain McFadden. Calm heads must prevail here.” The cat leaped off the table, turned and sat by the blue girl. 

Felice stood up. “I am Captian Felice Stratton, Commander, this Med Station. I also serve as Medical Technician to Doctor Zera Tunuma, seated to my right. To my left is Commander Lance Vogel, our Chief Engineer, who also serves, among his many capacities, as Counselor for the Defense, and as Negotiator Pro Tem for the Kingdom of Yore.”

“Kingdom of Yore? What nonsense is this?”

“The lady hasn’t finished speaking,” said the cat. “Need I remind you of the common courtesies?”

The captain went silent. Fuming, but silent.

Felice waved to Lance, saying, “Commander Vogel.”

Lance stood up and said, “Sir, your approach to this station alerted us to some unsettling discoveries about our patient and her guardian. We discovered that she had been withholding certain information about a vast kingdom, of which she happens to be a part. This kingdom has remained hidden for more than a thousand years, out of the fear of persecution by humans. This fear has driven them from planet to planet, always seeking refuge from the expansion of the human business empire, giving them precious little time to locate a permanent hospitable planet for a homeworld. They hide most often on barely habitable worlds, those humans would tend to ignore, but worlds with such poor conditions that survival is mere chance. Unable to set up permanent farming and manufacturing facilities, these people resorted to stealing from others to survive.” Lance sat down.

“So this kingdom of elves resorted to piracy!”

“They are not elves, Sir,” said Lance. “and while some of them think that name amusing, others find it quite insulting. We think that for you to understand the plight of these people, to develop some compassion for them, you must see them as they truly are. Princess Esme, if you would…” 

Esme stood up on her chair, and climbed onto the conference table, her face neutral. She faced the captain and began removing her flight suit, revealing her bare skin. 

“We didn’t come here for a girly show! She won’t gain my sympathy with…”

“Be silent, Captain. Watch,” said Purro.

When she was naked, she sat on the table leaning forward on her arms, one leg bent horizontally, the other over the top of it. She looked down at the table, and unfurled her ethereal wings. In that pose, she was ineffably radiant, a creature of incomparable beauty. She fluttered her wings and rose into the air, coming to alite on the table, directly in front of Captain McFadden, and went down on her knees, bowing her head, then looking up at him. “I, Princess Eaodaoin Esmerelda of the Kingdom of Yore, humbly apologize for the losses we have caused you, and I beg your forgiveness.” She looked back down at the table.

The captain and his men sat for a moment in open-mouthed shock. “A faery!” McFadden whispered. “A real, honest-to-God faery!” 

“A faery princess!” breathed the man to his right. The faces of all three men from the Taurean Queen softened, reflecting a child-like sense of wonder. 

“Wouldn’t your people be the Kingdom of Fey, Princess Esmerelda?” McFadden asked, in a polite tone, possibly his first polite words in years.

She looked at him, almost through him, with an expression of deep loss. “The Kingdom of Fey was destroyed by the Celts, the Irish and the Scotts three and a half millennia past. They were slaughtered to the last man, woman and child.”

McFadden choked, then said, “My ancestors killed the faeries?” There were tears in the man’s eyes. His gravelly voice became even more ragged. “Why didn’t you say something? Why did you wait this long?” 

“The other faery kingdoms went into hiding. When it was feasible to escape Earth, they did. They have been running ever since. But survival in space is difficult, and our numbers have dwindled.”

That made the captain think. “Jesus! I destroyed your ship!”

“You destroyed my father’s ship.”

“Your father? I KILLED THE KING?” The horror of guilt shown in his face.

“No, you didn’t.” She glanced back at Lance for a moment, with a guilty look. “I saw my father leave in another shuttle. In fact, the entire crew made it out before the ship exploded, and we went in different directions, using the cover of the blast to confound your sensors. It is surprising you managed to find me.” 

Relieved the captain sagged in his chair. “Thank all the ancient gods. Princess, you may have the microthermopiles. The cargo is yours.”

“But, Captain…” his right-hand man said sharply.

“But captain, nothing! I’m rich! I can do what I want! This is a debt owed by the Irish and the Scotts! A debt we can never fully repay, but I will make the first installment!”

“Captain, the Vega Colony needs…”

“I know the Vega Colony’s needs! I’ll buy another load of microthermo-whatchamajiggies for them, and hire an extra ship or two to deliver them before winter hits!” The captain had not taken his eyes from the faery, but now his voice returned to a gentle, respectful tone. “Princess, I will be the first to apologize to you on behalf of my people. We are no longer the crude brutes who committed such evil on your people. Allow my ship and crew to be the first to begin to make amends. I know of at least two, very hospitable, largely uninhabited planets, one of them with rich, verdant forests, much like the Emerald Isle, and animals very like those of fable. I beg only that you consider it.”

“Captain McFadden, Mr. Vogel was going to suggest that we hold a peace conference at this station. I would greatly appreciate it if you would attend. I will see to it that our people consider your offer in all seriousness. I also gratefully accept your generous gift of the microthermopiles. They may save the lives of some of our people. You are such a sweet man.” She lifted off the table and flew over to kiss him on the cheek, then returned to the table, to sit in that provocative pose. The captain blushed. It was doubtful that anyone had called him sweet in a very long time.

Suddenly, the proximity alert sounded. “Two ships have arrived, coming from opposite directions, Captain. One is the battleship Maya of Earth Force. The second vessel is unknown. Only the Maya has weapons systems ready. The alien ship has its weapons ports closed. Captain Dalton of the Maya wishes to speak to you, Captain.”

“Put him through to Conference 10. Video on.”

A screen on the wall opposite the view port flared to life, an image of an imposing uniformed man in the center. “Captain Stratton, I received a distress call from this station. What is your status…My God! What’s that?” Dalton pointed to the alien princess, who flexed and stretched her four wings. The captain’s jaw dropped, his shoulders relaxed, and he, along with all the men visible on his bridge, at least those staring at their view screen, suddenly looked like lost little boys, gawking at a goddess. 

Felice and Zera glanced at each other, and Felice whispered, “Does she have that effect on all men?” 




Med Station X



Esme sat demurely, looking at the screen, her head tilted, an amused smile on her lips.

Felice and Lance came around the table to face the screen. Esme flew up to sit on Lance’s shoulder, putting an arm around his head for support. Felice gave her an exasperated glance, then looked back to the screen. “Captain Dalton. I am Captain Stratton, this station. I am currently hosting a conference between Trader Captain McFadden, of the Taurean Queen, and the Princess Esmerelda of the Faery Kingdom of Yore. We were about to suggest a formal peace conference with the United Colonies of Greater Earth.”

The battleship captain put his disbelief on a shelf, and responded immediately. “I shall convey that message to Command Central immediately.” He turned to speak to his communications officer. “Stan, copy this entire recording to Admiral Chang’s office pronto, and keep transmitting.” He turned back. “Captain, do you know the occupants of the other vessel?”

Felice shook her head. “They haven’t tried to communicate yet, Captain.”

“Captain,” the computer spoke up, “the other vessel is now transmitting visual. Suggest we use split screen.”

“Split screen, full video.” The battleship’s interior image shrank to the right side of the screen, and an image of two blue-skinned, naked men, their wings extended, one sitting on a throne, appeared to the left.

“Father,” Esme whispered nervously.

“His Royal Highness, Ruler of Yore, Master of All He S…”

“Cut that out, Bitters!” said the faery on the throne. “Cut to the chase!”

“King Lichtar!” said the disgruntled chamberlain.

“Eadaoin!” The fae king looked sternly at his daughter, as she sat on Lance’s shoulder, an expression of resigned stubbornness on her face.

“Yes, Father,” she replied.

“You have exposed yourself and your people to the race of men. What have you to say for yourself?”
“My Father and King,” she spoke with firm conviction, “When Commander Purro brought me to this station, I was dying. Purro watched these humans, and the Meluan as the three of them worked hard to save my life. I know them to be good and honest people and valiant leaders in the care, concern, and respect they have for others, whether of their own kind or alien. I had no reason to fear them, yet, when I first awoke, I did. They proved their good intentions, and their worthiness to know me in my true form.

“I have listened to the reasoning of this man, and these women. They have made it clear to me that the course the Fae have chosen leads only to death, destruction, extinction. To survive by theft and engendering hatred in the hearts of others, may be one way to live, temporarily, but it is not the way to live well. I am convinced that the only proper way for our continued existence, is to settle a world, and open trade with other races. For that purpose, this man, Commander Lance Vogel, has suggested to me, and I do formally request a peace conference to be held at this station within the month.”

“Commander Vogel, have you corrupted my daughter?”

“If you mean, have I had sex with her, I don’t think that’s even possible, Sir.” Lance noticed the king’s expression of amusement. “But if you mean, did I plant ideas of trust and friendship, and peaceful trade in her head, that I did, your Majesty, and I plead guilty.”

“Eadaoin, other than these three, what makes you believe that peace is even possible with a people who have hunted us for so many centuries?”

She flew over to stand by the man seated across the table. “Sire, this is Captain McFadden of the Taurean Queen. As soon as he knew who and what we were, he was immediately penitent of his actions. Captain, you may speak to the King.” The man sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, with a tear running down his cheek.

“Well, Captain McFadden, what have you to say for yourself.”

The captain stood up, and bowed, then said, “Your Majesty, when your daughter revealed herself to me, I was, and still remain in utter awe, to know that your people really exist, as in my grandmother’s tales. I was shocked and horrified to learn how my ancestors mistreated and murdered your people. I was terrified at the thought that I might have killed you when I destroyed your ship. I beg your forgiveness for myself, and for my people, for we are no longer the primitive Celts you feared. We reason, we value life, and free trade. I make my personal commitment to you that I will do everything in my power to atone for the wrongs of the past. I forfeit claim on the cargo your daughter…eh…appropriated from my hold. I shall replace the cargo from my own funds to see that the Vega Colony gets what they need. Moreover, I know of two habitable, yet uninhabited planets that would be kind to your people, where you could make a real home for yourselves, establish a solid base for your kingdom. I offer you my service and my ship. I am a wealthy trader, and therefore well-known. At the peace conference, I could help you attract the right kind of attention. This is what I have to offer, your Majesty.”

“Eadaoin, this man speaks from the heart?”

“He does, Sire. I have seen it in his heart.”

“Excellent. Commander Vogel, you seem to have had a profound influence on my daughter. She has grown in ways you could not understand. I see in her, something of a wisdom she had never displayed. For that alone, I would heap my thanks upon you. If I could grant you one wish…”

“Oh, your Majesty, Eadaoin has already granted me my heart’s desire.” The king looked at him, suspiciously. “All my life I’ve wanted to see a faery in flight. That was my wish. Seeing her fly was worth more to me than all the gold in the universe.” Eadaoin fluttered back up to his shoulder and kissed his forehead.

“You are a man of simple needs, Commander.”

“I’m an engineer, Sire. My pleasure is in fixing things and seeing them work again. I helped to fix Eadaoin’s wounds, to make her whole again. I just wanted to see that she worked okay.”

“You fixed much more than my body,” she whispered in his ear. “You fixed me, and my people as well.”

“I shall come aboard your station, and we shall arrange this peace conference, Captain Stratton. Please find accommodations for my entourage,” said the King.




7

Suddenly Med Station X seemed crowded. With Earth Force providing temporary support staff from the battleship, Maya, Captain Stratton, released from her medical duties, spent most of her time on Decks 1 and 2, in administrative duties, and feeling too much like an hotel manager. With a staff of ten doctors and thirty assorted med techs, Chief Medical Officer Tunuma spent much more of her time overseeing activity on the five hospital decks, and less in her own office and lab. Chief Engineer Vogel, whose office was now one level above the cafeteria deck, seemed to appear and disappear at random, anywhere on the station, and was often thought to be in three or more places at once, overseeing his staff, as well as working on his own projects. (He didn’t mention to anyone, the secret zero-gee service shaft he used to move quickly between decks.)

No longer in need of treatment, her body fully healed, Eadaoin (Esme) had her own temporary quarters on Deck 14, not far from her father’s. At 1800, station evening, she touched the door chime of the new joint quarters of Felice and Zera, on the clothing optional staff deck. Thus far, most of the deck was empty of occupants, except for a civilian astrophysics research team from the Maya, and, of course, Lance. “May we enter?” she asked when the door slid open, indicating herself, and a thin package, apparently floating three feet off the deck.

“Of course, Esme, Purro, please come in,” said Felice. “We were just dressing for dinner.” Both she and Zera were half-way into their dress uniforms.

“If you’re going to my father’s dinner party, you needn’t bother with clothing.”

“Perhaps, but our going naked would scandalize the Captain and crew of the Maya. I’m afraid protocol requires our dress uniforms.”

Zera grinned and spoke up. “Of course, if the King were to say something about feeling insulted by his human visitors being dressed in his presence, while he and his entourage wore only skin, it might make things very interesting.”

Esme laughed. “While my father might find your suggestion amusing, he is making the effort to engender friendship, not make potential trading partners uncomfortable. As a concession, all of us will be wearing clothing for this formal dinner.”

“Not all of us,” said Purro, fading into view, holding the package on his head between his ears. “although, Esme, are you going to give them the package, or have I just gained a new hat for this affair?”

“I’m sorry, Purro,” she giggled. She took the box and handed it to Felice. “After the party, I’m going to Lance to thank him for everything he had done for us, and give him a very personal reward. That” she said pointing to the box, “is a view screen, the only one attuned to the camera I secretly installed in Lance’s quarters. I thought you might wish to watch.” As both Felice and Zera gave her shocked looks, she forestalled their protestations. “I do this, not to appeal to prurient interest, but to show friendship. I want you to see that I offer him my body out of respect and friendship, and that I shall not attempt to influence his thinking, nor subvert him to our will.” She paused, and when they said nothing, continued.

“My father and I want you all to know that we greatly appreciate the tremendous amount of work the two of you and Lance have done on our behalf over the past week, especially considering the way I behaved when I first arrived on Med Station. I know I was unkind to you. Can you ever forgive me?”

Zera and Felice glanced at each other, then back to Esme. “Of course we forgive you, Esme. You had been wounded, in stasis, awakened in pain in a strange place, with possibly enemy humans around you, as well as a Meluan. You had reason to fear,” said Zera. “You needed time to learn that we could be trusted. Plus, you had several things, and, uh,” she looked at Purro, “someone to hide. We do understand.”

“But there is more than that, something you wouldn’t have understood about females of my species, although you might have noticed it.”

“Ah,” said Zera, “you refer to the way human males are affected by the mere sight of you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,” Felice agreed, “we had noticed that. At first I thought it might be my imagination, the way Lance reacted to you. But then even over a comm channel, I saw Captain Dalton’s initial look of surprise, then he seemed to melt as he looked at you. He went from a command posture to that of a gawking boy in the space of two seconds.”

“So did his bridge crew,” Zera added. “I was wondering whether you would affect Meluan males the same way.”

“I would not know. Do Meluan’s have faeries or creatures like us within their ancient mythology?”

“I don’t think so,” Zera replied.

“Then I would doubt that we would have that effect on your males. We think that faery tales, true faery tales, excite something with the psychosexual structure of the human male mind. When they see us, we often find there is nothing they would refuse us.”

“Then why do you fear humans?”

“Human women hate us. They see us as attempting to steal their men from them. We believe in free sex with whomever we please, or wish to please. Most humans have very strong taboos about sex and mating. It is the primary reason I originally mistrusted you. It is also the reason I finally came to trust you. You do not possess Lance. You share him, but also allow him his own sexual freedom. This is very atypical for human behavior. The two of you, females of different species, consider yourselves mated. This is also atypical behavior, from what I understand of humans.”

“I see,” said Felice. “Now I do understand the cause of your fear. And I understand the generosity of your gift to us, in allowing us to watch you with our friend. Will you tell him of this?”

“That is up to you. If you both agree to tell him, I shall be with you when you do, but after, please.”

“Tomorrow morning would be a good time,” Felice offered. 

“Yes, tomorrow morning,” Zera agreed.

“Tomorrow morning, then,” said Esme, and turned to leave, then looked back at the pair. “I want you both to know that I consider you friends, and would hope that you will think of me as such.”

“Esme,” said Felice, “we do. I do have a question, though. Your father calls you Eadaoin, yet you seem to prefer ‘Esme,’ with us. Is there some reason? I ask because I do not wish to make a faux paux in front of your father.”

“Either is acceptable in court. If you have a database of mythology in your computer, why don’t you look up the names Eadaoin and Lichtar.” With that she and the cat left.

*  *  *

Esme felt she had been prim and proper enough all evening, throughout the meal and the reception afterward. As she walked Lance back to his quarters, she became flirtatious, holding his hand, brushing up against his leg, looking up into his eyes with almost childlike innocence while mouthing sexual innuendoes. When she followed him inside, leaving Purro outside the door, Lance, who had been trying to hide his sexual excitement, said, “Esme, what are you trying to do? In all honesty, you’re making me very horny, and I don’t know what will happen if you keep it up.”

“Ah, but I know what will happen, and just how to keep you up!” She reached out and rubbed his expanding member through his dress pants. Then she removed her dress, with a single flick of a hand.

“Oh, Esme, I’m too big for you, I might hurt you.”

“I’m not as fragile as I look, Lance.” She flew up to be eye-to-eye with him. “Don’t you want me, Lance?” She looked into his eyes with an expression of love, as he nodded, feeling a deep longing, and a tingling in his groin. “I wish to reward you for the help you have given to me, and my people. You are a wonderful man, Lance. You are worthy of my affections. And there is something else, our genetic diversity has fallen severely. Although your sperm could not fertilize me directly, if you would permit it, our geneticists could extract those of your genes that we could use. They could be incorporated into our genome. I could even bear a child with your lovely black hair. I would like that. We would be exchanging gifts, Lance. Would you grant me that gift?” She rose slightly higher in the air, bringing her full breasts to his view. Lance gazed from her eyes to her breasts, gasped, and reached out to cup them gently.

“Esme, you have been my fantasy every night since I first saw you. Of course I want you, and of course you may use my sperm, but I don’t see how I could enter you without hurting you. Your vaginas are lovely, but much too small for me.”

“You will understand. Suck my titties, Lance.”

He did, and quickly discovered her milk to be a rich, sweet milk, with a cinnamony flavor that made his mouth feel hot, and made him want more, and the more he drank, the more euphoric he became, and the more lustful. Lance grabbed her around the waist, pulling her breasts tightly against his face, licking and sucking with abandon, rubbing his hands up her bare back, underneath her fluttering wings. “You…are…not…nursing…are…you…???” he gasped between licks.

“Our women can produce two kinds of milk, Lance, one for our children, and one for our men. That’s good, darling, yes, suck it out, drink it up. Mmmmm. That feels so gooooodddd. But I have no children, yet. I wish my first to have some of your genes. Ohhhhhhhh.” She pulled Lance’s head back by his hair, and flew higher, flexing to rest her thighs on his shoulders, bringing her paired vulvas into view. “Kiss them, Lance, lick my pussies.”

Lance grabbed her tiny buttocks, and pulled her up to his lips. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head as he began to kiss, and lick and suck on her small vertical slits, licking up the length of first one, then the other. Lance discovered a tiny, but swollen bud above each slit, and as he licked them, she shuddered with pleasure, moaning his name. He planted his lips on her left clit, and sucked, bringing forth a whole body shudder, accompanied by a frenzied buzzing of her wings. He drew back for a moment and looked up at her face to see her lovely eyes closed, her mouth open, her chest heaving, and he descended again to fasten his lips to the other clit. 

As Esme trembled in joy, she gasped, “Please, Lance, put your fingers inside me…” He complied, holding her body up with one hand, probing her right slit with his index finger, which slid easily inside her. He moved it in and out, in and out, and her trembling increased, her wings buzzed. He pushed his middle finger into her left slit, and moved his hand, so both fingers fucked her, as he continued sucking and licking. Her back arched, and she climaxed, singing a single, clear high note, her voice like a flute, only a small amount of her oily ejaculate dripped over his hand. Lance licked it from his hand, finding the taste very like a cherry-flavor, which drove him to stick his tongue into her left vagina, then into her right, savoring her flavor.

She held tight to his head, until her orgasms subsided. “You have stimulated me enough for my vaginal muscles to loosen properly, Lance. I am ready for you.” She flew backward, dropped and pulled his pants down, as he unbuttoned his shirt, its front now wet with her juices. 

Lance had a raging hard-on, and Esme stood before him, grasping his shaft with both hands. A single clear droplet of his lubricant sat at the tip of his glans, and she licked it off, running her tongue around the head, producing spasms of pleasure. She forced him back onto the bed, his cock sticking straight into air. Esme flew up and settled her twin slits over his rod, trying to decide which side to use first. As Lance watched in fascination, Esme grabbed his penis, and pushed the head into her right vagina, advancing slowly, then drawing back, then going deeper, and pulling out, and finally plunging herself down, engulfing his entire length. She rode him, sliding up and down on his shaft, and within moments, Lance was rising to meet her, matching her thrust for thrust, driving his cock into her lovely body as she squirmed and wriggled wildly above him, her wings fluttering and buzzing, her body arching, her eyes shut tight, a bright green flush to her cheeks, chest and breasts. Lance lost all semblance of control, shooting his load, deep inside her. Esme allowed her own body to climax, and she screamed, wordlessly, collapsing forward, to fall on his chest. Her wings pulsing to a slow beat, her body trembling with pleasure, she lay on his chest, running her hands up to his hair. 

“That was wonderful, Esme. Thank you,” he whispered, holding her, running his hands over her back and shoulders, careful to avoid the delicate wing membranes.

“That was just the beginning, my love,” she replied in a tone, unusually deep for her voice. She pulled herself off his cock before it could fully deflate, causing him another spasm of pleasure. Moving upward over him, she placed her right nipple to his lips. “Suck, darling, suck. Yesssss….mmmmm…that’s right, suck...” With her left hand she expressed some of her milk into her palm, and reached back to rub it on the head of his penis. He jerked as he felt his glans heatup. She moved off of him, folded her wings, and lay facing him on the bed, pulling him on top of her. “Fuck me, Lance, fuck me…” she begged. Esme held her left vagina open, pulling Lance’s penis to the entrance. He entered he with a long, slow stroke, moving forward until he was fully inside, then began a slow rhythm, out, out, out, almost withdrawing completely, then in, in, in, then out again. Esme reached up wrapping her arms about his neck, wrapping her legs around his thighs, suspending herself between his neck and his cock, and kissed him. Both Lance and Esme, gazing into each other’s eyes felt as if they were floating somewhere in space where time had no meaning, feeling only the intense joy they gave each other. Esme had three gentle orgasms while floating there, each heightening her pleasure, and finally Lance felt the urgency growing underneath the head of his cock, his balls tightening, the muscles in his thighs burning, his entire body throbbing for release. With a shout, he thrust hard, squirting his milt into her left vagina, while Esme’s own climax warped through her brain. When their contractions had subsided, he set her down on the bed, supporting himself on an arm so as not to rest his weight on her body, yet leaving his cock inside her warm sheath, until it finally deflated enough to fall out. Then he moved to lie alongside her, and held her to him for a long while, planting kisses on her lips, face, neck and breasts, running his fingers through her lovely hair, down over her breasts, and rubbing her clits and vaginal openings, occasionally poking a finger inside and gently finger-fucking her. All the while, she snuggled against him, rubbing his hips, his scrotum, his shaft.