Michaela

by Tracy St. John

  The one she chose was filled with blooms that stood on stalks nearly as tall as her. Within moments, Michaela stood in their midst. A breeze set them to bobbing about, as if they danced for her. She accepted their invitation and danced with them. She felt giddy and silly and excited. This was fun.

  Govi appeared, his breathtaking face beaming at her from over the tops of the plants. He raised his handheld, recording a still photo. “Flowers really do make Earthers happy, don’t they? Come out of there before we lose you, you silly girl.”

  He waded in far enough to take hold of her hand. Michaela felt a shock at his touch, like a jolt of electricity passing between them. Enraptured by the gorgeous man and her reaction to him, she didn’t protest as he tugged her back out to the path between the flowerbeds. Korkla and Raxstad waited there, amusement on their faces.

  Korkla took her other hand. Another electric sizzle passed through Michaela, going straight to her groin. She giggled at the ticklish and arousing sensation. For once, she didn’t feel shy at all about being touched. She wished they would touch her more. The idea of Govi or Korkla putting their arms around her was delightful.

  A throb from her genitals informed Michaela the fantasy was more than just delightful. It was positively delicious.

  Her senses whirled. She felt just like a little girl, as playful and childlike as she imagined one was. Michaela had never felt childish and playful before, not when everything she did had to be thought over with careful scrutiny. However, she was on Plasius now. No one here cared she was a boy and a girl. Even the Kalquorians seemed unconcerned with such things.

  Michaela bounced along the path that led into the maze of hedged garden rooms, almost skipping in her newfound enthusiasm for life. She came to an opening in the hedges that led into the first of the ‘rooms’. Though Korkla tried to tug her past, she dug her heels in to take a look.

  There were two trees growing within the circular area, standing in the midst of a rainbow of flowers. Between them stretched what Michaela took to be a hammock, though its surface was thickly cushioned, much like a pillow top on a mattress. As pretty as the scenery was, Michaela’s attention was grabbed by the three figures lounging in the hammock.

  An Earther man, no doubt one of the castaway soldiers from the transport that had brought them to Plasius, lay in the center of the hammock. Michaela could see his brown hair had grown out from its military cut. It was almost as long as hers. His face was impossible to see, because a Plasian straddled it. Her pussy rocked back and forth over where his lips would be. Another Plasian sat upon his groin, riding its rigid thickness up and down with delighted enthusiasm. Moans from all three wove together in the air.

  The sight sent a stab of pleasure through Michaela’s loins. She felt her cock warming, thickening as she stared at the tableau. Her pussy went moist. A small part of her realized it was rude to stare at such intimacies, even on Plasius. However, she couldn’t help but gape. The sight of people having sex never failed to startle her. Today it excited her as well.

  Govi cleared his throat. With Korkla’s help, he pulled her away. Michaela wondered if they found the sight as enthralling as she did.

  “They’re certainly having fun. Oh, and so are they,” she noted as they passed the entrance to another of the garden’s rooms. That one seemed to contain a full-on orgy, with many bodies tangled all over the soft purplish grass of the area.

  Korkla sighed. “Plasians are not an inhibited people.”

  He walked close to her, a big, strong, muscled man that made Michaela’s mouth go dry. She looked at his hand, at how it swallowed up hers. Govi’s hand was huge too. She could barely see her fingertips peeking out from his grip. The thought of them touching her body with those hands made her breath short. How big were Raxstad’s hands? Immense, no doubt. The thought of what he could do to her with such monstrous paws sent a shiver down her spine.

  Forget hands. Look at those bodies.

  She thought of being entangled with the three men, her body twined with theirs, and all at once her cock was fully engorged.

  Michaela barely held back a gasp. Her prick had come to violent life, pressing at her trousers with brutal need. Her pussy flowed with juices, announcing her entire body had decided it would very much like to fuck the Kalquorians, thank you.

  Despite the giddiness still clouding her head and the lust that made things even harder to think about, Michaela was overcome with the old familiar terror. A quick glance downward assured her that the length of her shirt hid most of evidence of her masculine arousal. However, there was a slight bulge when the shirt tail shifted. She knew it was only a matter of time before the clan noticed.

  They would be disgusted. They would leave her alone and aching if she didn’t get control over herself.

  Michaela tried to pull free of Korkla and Govi’s hands. “Wait. I need ... I need space.”

  Govi looked at her with concern. “Michaela, what’s wrong?”

  She tugged desperately, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. “I – I don’t feel well. Please, just give me a moment, okay?”

  They had stopped in front of the entrance to another garden room. Michaela saw Korkla look over the area, noting the raised padded platform that stood in the middle of the area. A large stand of flowers surrounded it. There was no one there.

  Korkla let her sweating hand go, but his arm circled around her waist. He pulled Michaela towards the entrance. “This area is empty. Come, little one. You can sit down in here.”

  Ignoring her protestations that she needed a moment to herself, the men pushed and pulled her into the semi-private garden room. Growing impatient with Michaela’s reluctance, Raxstad picked her up and carried her to the platform. Michaela curled in tight to herself, trying to hide her body’s blatant urges. With much less success, she tried not to notice how she was pressed up to Raxstad’s chest, or how wonderful it felt to be cradled in his massive arms.

  The Nobek sat her on the edge of the platform, which was as soft as any bed Michaela had ever slept on. That triggered more carnal thoughts, making her situation worse. She concentrated on breathing deeply in an effort to calm her body. The perfume of the flowers filled her senses.

  Michaela didn’t think her cock could get any harder, but it somehow managed to. All the strength everywhere else in her body drained away. She collapsed backwards.

  “Michaela!” Govi cried. The three men had surrounded her. Korkla and Raxstad managed to catch her though she would have only fallen to the cloud-soft platform. They lowered her down while Govi checked the pulse in her throat.

  Korkla looked panicked. “By the ancestors, we need to get her to a doctor.”

  Govi leaned over so that his face hovered just over Michaela’s, filling her vision. She heard him saying her name over and over, as if from a great distance away. The Earther stared into that beautiful alien face, with his purple cat-pupiled eyes. She was awash with physical need. It was a need that demanded her surrender.

  Michaela felt a desperation so intense that she thought denying it might kill her. In that moment, she was convinced her life depended on Govi’s touch, and not just his hand on the side of her neck. She needed more. She needed all of him.

  Michaela didn’t think as she reached for him. Thought was no longer a power she harnessed. She knew only brutal longing, and it had to be sated immediately. She wrapped her arms around the Imdiko’s head, yanking him down and herself up simultaneously. Their lips connected.

  Michaela moaned as the warmth of his mouth fired straight into hers. It zapped an electric path down her throat, filling her chest and stomach, and pulsing like a second heartbeat in her cock and pussy. Govi’s lips against hers made her entire body sing. She wanted more. She felt she could have devoured him.

  Her lips parted as she moaned and sobbed wordless pleas against Govi’s mouth. His tongue invaded, tasting her with fervent need. Michaela gasped and arched against him, her senses overloading at the astounding contact.


  Bodies pressed up on either side of her. Michaela broke the kiss, looking to her right to find Korkla there, his eyes dark and dangerous. She barely had time to catch her breath before he claimed his own demanding kiss.

  The taste and feel of feral male along with the heady scent of the flowers were all Michaela knew. Her sexes throbbed with violence, driving her beyond rational thought. She clutched at the men. She felt desperate for something, though she wasn’t quite sure what that something was.

  Raxstad’s kisses were the fiercest of all, leaving her lips feeling swollen and bruised. Rather than frightening her or dampening her ardor, it made her frantic for more. Michaela struggled and squalled, needing and needing and needing with no knowledge of how she could be fulfilled.

  The brutal longing increased as hands swept over her torso, touching, fondling, and exploring with abandon. They pulled at her shirt, at last sweeping it away. The binding pressing her breasts flat was yanked off and tossed aside.

  Voracious mouths joined in the sensual assault. They mauled and devoured Michaela’s breasts with rapacious hunger. The pressure in her groin mounted, growing heavy until she thought she would never rise from the platform under her own power. She writhed and moaned and wailed as heat licked through her loins. Something kicked way down low. Molten lava seeped into her cock.

  As if drawn by the heat, a rough hand slipped into the waistband of her trousers. At the bold touch, Michaela escaped enough of desire’s haze to tense. The groping hand reached lower still. She knew it would soon touch her and find her sexes ... both her sexes.

  She needed to be touched. She was desperate to be touched. When it happened, she knew the men would turn away.

  The hand stopped. Instead of fondling her, it gripped the waistband of her pants and shoved them down to her knees. Then they were yanked away entirely, leaving her naked. Exposed.

  Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad could see everything. Michaela cried out and tried to draw up in a ball, tried to hide. It was too late, however. They held her down, and they stared.

  “By the ancestors,” Korkla breathed. “Mother of All.”

  They looked, their eyes taking all of her in: her breasts, her pussy ... and in front of that, her child-sized scrotum and the penis that jutted straight out from her groin, uncaring in its excitement that it was under scrutiny.

  They saw all of Michaela, the freakishness that condemned her to death on Earth and solitude everywhere else.

  Yet the three men’s expressions never turned to disgust. They did not yell with horror. They did not push away. They did not hit her. They did not leave. They simply stared, their faces as primal with lust as before. Their crotches remained swollen, as if still eager to nestle within her body.

  Michaela could hardly believe it. They still wanted her. Despite the fact she was a freak and unnatural, they still desired to fuck her.

  “Michaela,” Govi groaned. His hand slid down until his fingertips combed through the dark triangle of her pubic hair. They kept going, stroking burning trails over her penis.

  No one else had ever touched her there. It was as if she’d waited an eternity for someone to do so. Her entire body arched as cataclysmic need rolled from her cock all the way up her spine to bloom bright in her skull. Michaela arched into that amazing sensation, her mouth gaping open to yell.

  All three men fell on her once more. Korkla cupped her tiny but perfectly formed balls in his hand, testing their weight and rubbing them with his thumb. The gorgeous sensation made things coil tight and hot deep within.

  Govi’s hand left her cock, which Korkla quickly made up for. He gripped the base of her hard length in his fist. Michaela sobbed with agonized delight to feel warmth clench her there. He stroked up to the flared cockhead, delivering mind-erasing friction. He stroked back down, and her cock wept a single pearl tear.

  Govi’s fingers drifted down to her pussy. He spread her folds open, looking with heat at her female treasures. Michaela panted as he traced over her slit, spreading the honey that seeped from her core. Between that careful touch and Korkla’s more demanding palm moving up and down her cock, she descended into chaos. Her body burned and bubbled with frantic need.

  “Please,” she gasped, trying to beg but unable to remember how to beyond that one word. “Please.”

  Raxstad moved so that he knelt next to her head. He opened the seam of his pants and two tremendous cocks spilled out to jut over her face. Michaela forgot how to breathe at the sight of them.

  She’d heard all about the double endowments of Kalquorian men. The front cock was the larger of the two, and the only one capable of ejaculation. The secondary cock, sprouting about an inch or two behind the primary, had no opening. They were shaped differently from hers. Instead of ending in a mushroom-cap of a head, the Nobek’s cocks tapered to bullet-like tips. They were wet. Kalquorian men lubricated in anticipation of sex.

  Michaela inhaled and discovered a new scent had joined that of the fragrant flowers. Something sweetly spicy that reminded her of her mother’s chicken rub ... cinnamon. Yes, that was exactly it. The scent of Kalquorian arousal.

  Raxstad’s big-knuckled hand took hold of her much smaller one and guided it to his primary member. Michaela gasped at how hot his slick flesh felt against her palm. The veins lining it pulsed.

  She rubbed her hand up and down his cock, just as she would do for her own pleasure. The Nobek groaned, and his lids drooped halfway over his eyes as he watched her touch him. He looked at her with such lust that Michaela trembled.

  The soft purring sound of another formsuit seam parting open caught her attention. Korkla knelt between her legs, freeing his cocks as well. He wasn’t as big as Raxstad, but the Dramok was still huge. The way he stared at her, his gaze moving from her crotch, up her body to her face, and back down again, left no question in Michaela’s mind that he was going to fuck her. She thought he might split her in half with those big pricks, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was feeling those tremendous lengths move inside her.

  Michaela opened her legs to Korkla, wordlessly inviting him in. Govi moved his fingers, wet from her juices, out of the way. He licked them clean before turning his attention to her breasts.

  Korkla crouched over her, his face descending to kiss. His cocks brushed against her lone erection, then moved further down. It felt as if his pricks caressed her pussy and ass, questing to be allowed in. Michaela moaned a welcome.

  “Please, Korkla. Please. Do it.”

  She thought he would. He was right there. Then Govi’s voice rang out, a note of panic in its tone.

  “Stop. Everyone, stop right now.”

  Korkla froze. Raxstad, who had been moving his hips back and forth, helping Michaela to pleasure his primary cock, also stilled. They and Michaela stared at the flushed and desperate looking Imdiko.

  Govi, whose hands had been squeezing and playing with Michaela’s breasts, reluctantly stopped. He shook his head at the other two men as he withdrew.

  “Something here isn’t right. Michaela has too many issues to just give herself over to us so easily. She has to be under the influence of something to act this way.”

  Raxstad stared at the Imdiko, his brutish features going violent. “Are you mad, Govi? Look at her! She wants us.”

  Korkla’s hand brushed Michaela’s cock, sending a lurch of lust through her balls. She made a choked sound as he too glared at Govi. “She’s hard and soaking wet, Imdiko. The poor girl is in need, and I’m not about to deny her! Especially when my own pricks are ready to explode!”

  Michaela added her desperate pleas to the debate. “Please don’t stop. I’ll go insane if you do. Korkla?”

  Govi gritted his teeth. Tendons stood out in his neck, betraying the tension he felt. “Damn it, get your groins out of your brains. Think about this, my Dramok. Only moments ago, she was scared of us. She even dressed male this morning, determined to be rejected by us. Now she’s suddenly ready for sex? Just like that? I’m telling you, it’s not right.”
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  Raxstad glowered at his clanmate. “She sees we’re not put off by her being both male and female. She sees we’re quite the opposite. Stop over-analyzing everything, damn it!”

  “I want you to do this,” Michaela sobbed. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her groin had moved from pleasure to a ball of agony. The need to fuck and come made her insides hurt.

  Korkla looked from Govi to her, his expression unsure. He asked, “Have you taken any drugs, Michaela? Drunk any alcohol?”

  “No, I swear.” She grabbed at his arms, clinging and trying to pull him close, trying to make him fill her. Why wouldn’t he fuck her?

  Govi spoke in a low but intense voice that insisted everyone pay close attention. “Look at her eyes. Look how dilated her pupils are. Raxstad, you know better than anyone how someone under the influence is.”

  The Nobek scowled at him, but he looked closer at Michaela’s eyes. The line in the middle of his heavy brow deepened. He asked Michaela, “Little one, what have you taken this morning?”

  Michaela swung before she thought. Her fist bounced off the Nobek’s massive chest, not affecting him in the least. He didn’t even blink at the blow.

  She yelled, “I didn’t take anything, damn you! Why won’t you fuck me?”

  Before he could answer, Korkla said in a calm and quiet tone, “I put my fingers inside you, Michaela. You are a virgin.”

  “So make me not a virgin. Am I that repulsive?”

  Govi shook his head. “You know we find you desirable, little one. You’d have to be blind not to see it. But for someone so very frightened much of the time, you are far too eager to do this.”

  Raxstad had looked away, his gaze roaming over the garden room. His lips drew tight as he considered. He had moved so that Michaela couldn’t touch him any longer.

  She began to bawl for real. They were rejecting her, just as she knew they would. They weren’t going to make the awful need riding her go away. They would leave her like this, in pain both emotionally and physically.

  Making it worse, she could hear lovers elsewhere in the garden crying out as they realized bliss. It wasn’t fair.