“I think the Earther presence has made this the place to be,” Betra yelled. The crowd noise had necessitated the music be turned up to a thunderous volume. Even with him shouting, I could barely make out what he said.
“Too crowded!” Candy shouted. “This isn’t any fun.”
Katrina snapped a nod to show she was in agreement. We all got out of there to the level’s concourse, where our poor ears basked in the relative quiet.
“There are other dance clubs on this level,” Betra said. “Even though this one is the highest rated, I’m sure you can find somewhere else to have fun.”
“Right,” Katrina said, ready as ever for a new adventure. “I’d be interested in seeing some new surroundings.”
“It sounds great,” Candy agreed. “Are you in, Shalia?”
Before I could answer, Betra said, “Ah, maybe you’d like to check out some other entertainments with me while Mataras Candy and Katrina continue to amaze with their moves?”
That Imdiko’s face was as red as fire when he said that. I could well imagine the ‘entertainment’ he had in mind ... or at least I thought I could at that particular moment. Candy and Katrina giggled, and he blushed harder.
I find it hilarious that Betra gets flustered discussing sex in front of others when he is so demanding behind closed doors. It’s like two different men exist in him.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Katrina said with a wink for Candy. “See you later, Shalia.”
“Bye, Shalia. See you later, Betra,” Candy snickered, giving our liaison a smirk.
He refused to look at either of them. “Have fun, ladies.”
They tripped off, laughing in good-natured fun. I arched a brow at Betra.
“So what sorts of nefarious activities have you got going?” I asked.
With the other two gone, Betra lost his embarrassment. He was as eager as a child on Christmas morning. “You are going to love this,” he said. “I had planned to pull you out of the club anyway. Come on, we need to get to the transport. Where I’m taking you is two levels up.”
So off we went. As Betra gave the elevator a command in Kalquorian, I noted, “I really need to learn your language. This thing doesn’t respond to Earther commands.”
He shook his head. “Your people came here too seldom for the Adrafs to bother with programming. Plus, Earthers use several different languages. It’s too much work for too little return.”
The lift’s door opened and Betra took my hand. He tugged me onto that level’s concourse. “This way.”
After only a few seconds of walking, he led me into a rounded shimmering portal in the wall between a virtual gaming facility and a place where bets are made for various sporting events throughout the galaxy. Wherever he was taking me, I couldn’t figure out.
A long, green creature I don’t know the species of stood in the middle of the corridor that we entered through the portal. I assume it was standing; it had no legs. It looked like a pole covered in green skin, with long, looping tentacles ... or maybe they were branches? ... coming out of the top. They wavered and crawled along the ceiling overhead.
The pole creature stood as steadfast as a tree as it spoke Kalquorian to Betra. Again, I have to assume when I say it ‘spoke’. I heard the staccato language coming from its direction, but it had no mouth. Heck, it had no face with eyes, ears, or nose. There were no features at all that I could see.
I try not to be a small-minded Earther, but some other aliens are just too bizarre for me. They freak me out.
Betra, of course, knew how to act with this strange fellow ... or lady. He bowed, stared up at some of the branches to the left of the tree pole alien, and answered back. Then some of the alien’s branches shook, and another shimmery portal opened in the wall to our right. Betra bowed and pulled me towards the portal.
“This way. We have about an hour in Earther time.”
“To do what?” I asked. I stepped through the portal behind Betra and into outer space.
I yelled in terror as I suddenly found myself floating out above a greenish-blue world. I saw a moon in the distance, along with a fiery sun. Pinprick stars scattered like glitter on the black velvet of the space around me.
I grabbed Betra and wrapped my arms and legs around his body in panic. “We’re outside the station!” I screamed.
“Of course we aren’t,” he laughed. “If we were, we wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. We’d be dead.”
I realized he was right. I went from terrified to grouchy in a moment and punched his chest. “That’s a lousy trick to play on someone,” I said. “You are such a jerk, scaring me like that!”
A flash of contrition passed over Betra’s face. “You’re right. That wasn’t very nice.” A mischievous smile chased the repentance away. “You should have seen your face though.”
“Bastard.” I was already getting over my pique as I stared out at the space around us. It was pretty cool in all honesty, this illusion of floating in outer space. “What is this? That looks like Kalquor below.”
“It’s a zero-g romp room,” he grinned. “And this is a representation of my home system. Fun, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I said, finally calm enough to unwrap myself from Betra’s body. I gave him a gentle push and floated away. “Yeah, this is fun! It’s like I’m really flying through space without a shuttle.”
Betra gave a little kick and curled himself into a ball. He turned over and over, doing flips for my amusement. I followed suit, feeling more like a goofy kid by the second. I giggled as Kalquor, the sun, and the unfamiliar moon drifted across my vision in turns. It was like being a kid.
Even funnier was the way Betra’s long hair drifted around him, rising and falling as if it had a mind of its own. Every now and again, it stood out straight from his head. I checked mine. Sure enough, I had a wild zero-g ‘do of my own.
“Talk about your bad hair days,” I laughed. “Tell me I still look beautiful.”
“Of course you do,” Betra said. He kicked and kind of swam towards me. “Especially when you’re naked.”
“Seriously?” I asked, my eyes widening. “In here?”
“What else would we do in a room like this?”
“How hard is it going to be to get my clothes back?” I asked, peering uncertainly at the illusion of vast space all around. “I can’t tell where this room ends.”
“That would ruin the effect.” Betra reached me and tugged at my dancing dress. “Come on, a little sense of adventure, please?”
I snickered as he peeled the new stretchy black-and-metallic gold dress off my body. “Oh yeah, because we haven’t had nearly enough adventure since I left Earth.”
Betra was delighted to find I wore no underclothes beneath my dress. Of course I hadn’t; the thing was too formfitting to ruin it with panty and bra lines. I was left wearing only earrings, heels, and a smile. My dress floated away like some bizarre species of fish.
“Now that’s more like it,” Betra said with a lusty growl. His hands and mouth latched onto everything they could grab.
“Oh no you don’t,” I smarted off, knowing I was going to get in trouble for it. I pushed to escape him, hurtling away. “You can get naked too, buster.”
I didn’t move fast enough in the environment I had no experience with. Betra grabbed my ankle and hauled me back. He held me like a running back with a football, my waist cinched tight by his arm curled at his side, with my face pointed behind him.
He spent some time spanking my vulnerable ass in that position. I flailed and kicked as he delivered punishment for my misbehavior. With us bobbing about in the middle of space, there was no surface for me to get a purchase on. Escape was impossible, so I had to accept the spanking until Betra decided I’d gotten what I deserved. My butt was hotter than our pretend sun when he was done, and it probably shone just as brightly.
“Now then,” Betra said as we floated about. “Who gives the orders around here?”
“You do,�
�� I whimpered, tears dripping off the end of my nose. Man, did my tush burn.
“That’s right. I’d advise you to not forget again.”
He was breathing heavily. I didn’t have to see his crotch to know Betra was aroused. He loves being in control when it comes to sex. My misbehavior had been for his benefit. It was worth a stinging ass to know I had him going.
So who’s actually in control here, big boy? Ha-ha.
Betra tugged me upward so that we were face to face. I knew I had my runny-mascara raccoon face happening, and his eyes darkened as he looked at me. I felt his erection against my stomach. Just as I’d suspected, he was hard enough to put a few new impact craters on the Kalquorian moon. Can I play this man or what?
His mouth crushed against mine, kissing with ferocious passion. I forgot to breathe under the delicious assault. By the time Betra broke the kiss, I was dizzy and lightheaded. This girl wasn’t putting up any more fights, pretend or otherwise.
“Damn, Shalia,” Betra gasped. “You make me crazy.”
His hand worked between us, freeing his cocks. Then I found myself spinning down, my head swapping places with my crotch. I suddenly had a lovely eyeful of The Twins. They were hard all right, and glistening with that yummy, cinnamon-like lubricant the Kalquorians exude. It took all I had to not smack my lips in anticipation.
Betra groaned, and I assume it was because of what he had an eyeful of. “I wish we had a zero-g chamber on the ship,” he said. “You and I would never leave it.”
“That’s probably why the transport doesn’t have one,” I teased. “Horny floating Kalquorians can’t fly worth shit. You’d be crashing into planets left and right.”
He laughed. “Behave yourself, woman, before I spank you again. You know what to do.”
I certainly did. My hands closed around the bases of his pricks, and my lips homed in on the smaller one. I grinned around my mouthful when Betra yelled and kicked, sending us in a spiral orbit around Kalquor.
His mouth latched onto my pussy. He licked and sucked my clit hard, and it was my turn to yell and kick. We wobbled through the faux galaxy, sucking, licking, and slurping our way through the stars. It probably looked hilarious, but I was too aroused to find any humor in the situation.
There is an amazing freedom to having sex when gravity no longer plays a part. I needed no support, leaving both hands and mouth free to stroke, lick, kiss, fondle, tease ... everything. My legs floated apart weightless as Betra feasted on my delighted pussy. His fingers plunged deep in ass and cunt, making me alternately moan and shriek with ecstasy. No one’s hair got trapped under the other person. I didn’t have to shift a thousand times to relieve tired or cramping muscles. There was no surface that any body part had to lie on, therefore making all flesh easy to touch. I’m not even sure which of us could have been called ‘upside-down’, because there seemed to be no up or down. We didn’t have to perform any crazy gymnastics to accommodate our mutual oral pleasuring. Damn, it was good.
Betra ate pussy and fucked me with his fingers, moaning the entire time. I sucked cocks until my jaw was sore. We must have used over half the hour just with that. I’m proud to say it was the big, bad boy who cried ‘uncle’.
He pushed me away just enough that my clinging mouth lost its delicious mouthful. “Turn around here,” he said, his voice rumbling low with urgency. “I’m going to fuck you.”
I twirled in space, ending up face to face ... and more importantly, groin to groin ... with my yummy Imdiko. My legs wrapped around that entirely too-fine, well-chiseled ass. I held him tight and rubbed my body up and down against his, letting my clit enjoy the hills of his lower abdomen. Betra growled and seized my mouth with his for a plunging kiss. Our flavors mixed: my slight saltiness with his sweetish-spice. I made a keening sound.
“Take me,” Betra said, shoving me around so that his cocks aimed for pussy and ass. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising grip. His eyes were dark and feral, and for a moment that usually open face looked more Nobek than Oses’.
He thrust into me hard. He’d prepared me fairly well with his fingers, but the air still left my lungs in a rush with the sudden impaling. I cried out.
“Take it,” Betra snarled, pounding his cocks into me. “Take it. I’m fucking you, girl. I’m fucking you, so you take it and you like it.”
I took it all right. I had no choice, not that I’m complaining. Heavens no; it made me excited to be wanted with such passion.
Betra’s upper lip curled back, showing his fangs had descended. His eyes had gone as dark as the space around us because the pupils had eaten up his purple irises until they were barely slivers. He stared down at where we joined, where he made us join, his cocks jackhammering into me with inhuman speed. His hips shuttled back and forth, and his hands on my hips drove me to meet him with each heave.
I was full of cock as only a Kalquorian man can offer. The girths of Betra’s pricks meant he moved against my inner hotspot with a friction that made me cross-eyed. Adding to the wondrous chafing was the quickness with which he had me. His groin also rubbed gorgeously against my clit. In seconds I squalled like a banshee. I was climaxing, and I was climaxing hard.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re going to fucking come for me. Do it, Shalia. Come for me now.”
Boy, did I ever. I twisted and contorted like my body thought it really was in space. Everything seemed determined to turn itself inside out with the force of the orgasm Betra gave me. I felt that monster everywhere. I swear, I think even each strand of my hair climaxed.
I was still screaming my head off when Betra’s shrieks joined mine. He filled me with an ocean of cum, his beautiful body straining so that every tendon and vein showed against his dark skin. If we’d truly been in space, we would have shaken the cosmos.
What was it the long-ago Earth scientists named the beginning of the universe until the Church put them all to death for heresy? It was called the Big Bang. Betra came up with a big bang of his own in our pretend Kalquorian space. The heavens should have shuddered, as hard as we came.
Afterwards, we just kind of floated around, our bodies wandering over Kalquor, past its moon, skirting the sun. Whee. Just a couple of particles of space debris. I barely remember reclaiming my dress or leaving that place. I think Betra had to half-carry me all the way back to the tube.
This trip to Kalquor isn’t turning out so bad after all.
February 10, later
I’m no prognosticator, but I’m willing to make a prediction: our last night on the space station will be amazing. Why? Because I am going out with two, count ‘em, TWO Kalquorian men.
Oses stopped by to say he’s finally going to get to take some shore leave. As we were about to go over our options for fun, Betra showed up.
“Mine tonight,” Oses said with a grin, putting a possessive arm around me. “Unless you wish to join us you’re flying solo, my Imdiko friend.”
I expected Betra to say no thanks and leave. Instead, he considered for a moment before asking, “Can you keep your hands off me, Commander?”
Oses blinked, apparently as surprised as I was. “I can. I assume you want me to keep everything else off you as well.”
Betra snorted. “Yes, that would be most appreciated. I was hoping to show Shalia the underwater forest tonight. I thought the environment would be an interesting place to, um, play.”
Oses grinned hugely. “An underwater forest, eh? You realize the Alneusians will want to watch and study.”
Betra shrugged. “I have no problem with that.” He looked at me with a lecherous smile. “Alneusians are fascinated by terrestrial beings. They have a standing invitation for non-aquatic sentients to frolic in their environments so they can research our behaviors. The chance for them to study an Earther female is one that they won’t want to miss.”
“You want me to fuck you two in front of an audience?” My eyebrow was arched so high I felt like it met my hairline.
The two men nodded and leered.
“Underwater?”
Nods.
“You know I can hold my breath for only so long, right?” I scowled at the Horny Duo.
“You won’t have to. We’ll wear oxygen extractor helmets. They pull air from the water and release carbon dioxide,” Betra explained.
He wiggled all over like an excited puppy. Oses continued to look his usual dark and dangerous self, but his smile stretched from ear to ear. What a pair they were.
“These Alneusians ... they aren’t going to want to join in, are they?” I asked.
Oses shook his head. “They aren’t equipped for sex with our kind. They see us more as research subjects anyway. We aren’t very attractive to them from the standpoint of lust.”
“They won’t even touch you,” Betra confirmed. “They’ll stay out of sight too, to make sure they don’t compromise our activities. If you thought the zero-g environment was fun, you’ll love the underwater forest aquarium on this station.”
Oses uttered a hair-raising laugh. “Especially if the Alneusians populated it with their native foliage.”
Betra grinned at him. “Oh, they did. I checked. The orfica ferns and atabetin tubers are in season.”
“By the ancestors. I’m glad you stopped by to let us know. I’m going whether Shalia wants to or not.”
Oses’ enthusiasm had me wondering what was so great about Alneusian plants. He wasn’t the gardening type, as far as I knew. Plus he was willing to go into this aquarium alone? Maybe the foliage was intoxicating like a Kalquorian’s bite.
Sex in an underwater forest. It did sound interesting. I narrowed my eyes at the pair. “You guys like being watched, don’t you?” I guessed.
Betra reddened, but he said, “It can be exciting.”
Oses looked him up and down. “Imdiko, I didn’t know you had that side to you.”
“Don’t start on me, Oses. I’m willing to share Shalia, but you know I’m not entirely comfortable with you being a part of this.”
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