“Come in,” Brannigan ordered.
“We’re being hailed by the Magnen Space Command, sir,” Lieutenant Stiffel announced, barely keeping his smirk in check. “Shall I tell them we’re ready for insertion—er, orbital insertion?”
“Yes, lieutenant. Inform the crew to make ready for landing at the Magnen capital at 0900 hours.” He frowned at the cheeky crewmember. “That’s all, Stiffel.”
The young officer’s gaze continued to wander over Cherae’s glistening bare skin with undisguised lust.
“That’s all,” Brannigan repeated. “Ambassador Longbow needs her rest. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow.”
“Yes, I know. I wish we could be there, sir.”
Brannigan nodded. “So do I. Dismissed.”
The door closed quietly behind him. Cherae opened one sleepy eye. “Maybe you all can be there tomorrow.”
“Come again?”
“Already have.” She chuckled. “What I mean is that the festival celebrating the treaty is open to the public. I’d assume that it would include the crew of the Valiant, since you’ll be docked at their space port.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You mean we could participate in the public orgies?”
“I don’t see why not. Just be sure to enjoy yourselves and to show it openly to the Magnens in as many ways possible. Tell your crew that, too.”
“Aye, aye, ambassador.” He pulled her close and kissed her. “Diplomacy has suddenly become my favorite activity next to flying a spaceship. I may just retire to Magnus Prime someday. Someday real soon.”
* * * * * *
The holographic visuals don’t do this place justice. It’s simply majestic. Cherae tilted her head back to admire the fifty meter-high stone pillars at the palace entrance. The silky, iridescent fabric of her ceremonial robe caressed her curves with every slight movement, stimulating both her erogenous zones and her overactive imagination.
“We’re ready.” Jax calmly indicated to the others to take their places. The shimmer of their outer wrappings accentuated their forms perfectly. Her crew had never looked more handsome, more beautiful, more alluring, Cherae thought proudly. The Magnens were in for a real treat.
She nodded to her assistants, then turned and bowed low to their escorts. The Magnen contingent bowed gracefully in return. Her team members opened their arms wide toward their Magnen counterparts as they had been coached by the Catlani. Their hosts returned the inviting gestures with genial smiles, but did not move.
“Now what do we do?” Jax whispered from the corner of his mouth. “Keep bowing and smiling?”
“Follow their lead,” Cherae said. “They’ll show us what to do—and whom to do it with.”
Cherae glanced down at Jax’s half-rigid cock. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, she could tell her second-in-command was nervous.
“I hope you’re feeling up for this assignment, Mr. Deputy Ambassador.”
A buxom, lavender-skinned beauty with long spun-gold hair trailing to her knees stepped forward from the Magnen assembly. Tilting her head suggestively, she took Jax gently by the hand and led him toward the towering gilded doors of the palace.
Jax quickly winked at his superior. “No worry. I’m up for it, all right.”
An involuntary sigh escaped Kay’s delicate pink lips. Cherae gave her youngest team member an encouraging look, motioning for the young woman to turn and greet her own escort.
“Oh, my stars!” Kay practically shook with pleasure as her gaze rested upon the massive cock protruding from beneath the robes of a young, slender, teal-blue Magnen diplomat extending his lengthy palm toward her. She placed her small hand in his and fell in step immediately.
“Nice to meet you. I know I’ll enjoy working with you.”
Cherae grinned. So far, so good. And of course Moll and Rafe would greet their escorts with their own distinctive brand of enthusiasm.
“’Twill be a pleasure doing business with you, sir.” Moll tossed her red locks over her shoulders, wiggling her full hips with her typical Irish charm before taking hold of her guide’s arm. Her counterpart was a muscular, dark blue male, tall like his fellow Magnens, but without their typical willowy form.
The visuals the Catlani relayed to earth obviously didn’t display the range of shapes and sizes of the their hosts. Moll’s partner possessed a cock as thick as his biceps. Cherae could tell it was all Moll could do not to drool as they solemnly progressed toward the palace gates.
Rafe shut his slack-jawed grin and cleared his throat as his own counterpart approached. Another stunning example of Magnen femininity—her perfect, melon-like breasts swayed hypnotically beneath her sheer robe, their purple-red points pebbling as they rubbed against the silken fabric.
“I look forward learning more about your rich and ample culture—I mean your rich and ancient culture,” Rafe said, quickly correcting himself.
Cherae chuckled softly. Rafe practically walked on air beside his curvaceous companion. Her team’s excitement was contagious, but still, she felt nervous. Her partner waited within the thick stone walls of the palace. She hoped she wouldn’t disappoint him.
“Ambassador?” A middle-aged yet vital-looking Magnen male with long white hair and grayish-blue skin tones approached her, presenting his arm. “This way, Ambassador. I am Head Councilor Eznear. I will introduce you first to the members of the court before officially presenting you to our emperor.”
“I am honored, Eznear.” Cherae bowed low, then spoke the ceremonial greeting. “May the gathering of our two peoples lead to many pleasurable proceedings.”
Eznear quickly scanned Cherae’s shapely form, returning her bow with a satisfied smile. “I do believe it shall, dear Ambassador. You and your companions are most welcomed to Magnus Prime. Most welcomed indeed.”
The procession traveled slowly through the towering jewel-bedecked inner doors and into the great hall of the palace. A throng of hundreds upon hundreds of scantily-clad Magnens parted to allow the diplomatic party to pass, murmuring oos and ahs to each other as the rather blandly-colored humans marched by.
Halfway through the hall, the parade stopped. The crowd shuffled back into the dimly-lit regions near the tapestry-lined walls. Eznear brought Cherae to the front, then turned and nodded to his associates. They immediately whisked Cherae’s team members away to a series of low couches located on either side of the high central dais. Cherae had only a second to wish her colleagues a quick “good luck” before they disappeared from view.
“Please don’t feel nervous, Ambassador,” Eznear whispered. “Your companions’ needs will be taken care of perfectly, I assure you. Now, turn around and acknowledge the emperor.”
Cherae did as instructed, bowing low to the Magnen sovereign as he sat high above the proceedings on his blue and purple gem-encrusted throne. She could feel the burning gaze of Ezrod’s large silver-blue eyes upon her skin, surveying every inch of her body, barely concealed by her gossamer-thin robe. The line of his full lips remained neutral. A slight nod of his head was the only indication he gave of her presence. He sat tall, proud and regally handsome on his high throne as if nothing of consequence was taking place within his sight. She shuddered inwardly. Had she offended him already?
“You must first greet members of the High Council.” Eznear spirited Cherae away from the throne area, leading her to a group of five dignified Magnen males sitting cross-legged on a ring of plump cushions to the left of the dais and introducing them one by one. The councilors stood and bowed. Cherae bowed in turn.
And then they were upon her.
“We welcome you to our humble world,” a powerfully built male named Eznik said, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders so others could remove her flimsy garment. “Let us get to know each other better so that our peoples may become fast friends.”
“Welcome, welcome,” cried several others as their feather-like caresses warmed her shoulders, arms, legs and back. “Let us give you a ritual massage.”
“Why, of
course.” Cherae took a deep breath and leaned back against the firm board that was Eznik as he reclined in the sea of cushions. He cradled her petite form against his strong chest while his long, hard cock beneath his robe acted almost like a perch. Eznear kneeled and offered a place for Cherae to rest her feet in his hands, massaging them into a state of total relaxation.
“Hmm, this is nice…” Cherae closed her eyes and allowed her head to drift to the side, enjoying the dance of soft hands upon her flesh. The ritual massage was working wonders on her nerves. She felt her muscles relaxing, her nerves unwinding.
A second later, all that changed. “What the—”
Firm, male Magnen hands now began to rove across her breasts and belly, dangerously close to her neatly trimmed pussy. An enormously long blue tongue darted out and licked her right nipple. Another one attacked her left. They suckled on her breasts until her points ached from their exquisite touch.
Cherae felt her juices flow as the group’s attentions grew more insistent. Eznik’s hardness rubbed suggestively against her butt cheeks. Was she expected to pleasure each one of the council members before she met the emperor? After all, the High Council was a very important government body in the Magnen Empire. She would have to deal with these esteemed men on a wide variety of issues once the Terran embassy was opened for business.
“It is all right to release the tensions within you,” Eznear said soothingly. “We understand that human females are quite capable of enjoying many such releases in one greeting ceremony. Would you mind if some of us helped you?”
“I—I don’t know.” Cherae panted for breath as Eznik bumped harder against her backside. The others stood nearby and parted their robes, stroking their lengthy rods in rhythm to his thrusts. “I mean, should I?”
Eznear replied by inserting a long finger into her to check her readiness. “You are too tight. Our emperor won’t be able to fit inside you unless you relax fully.” He stroked her G-spot, smiling as she arched her back in response. “Yes, that’s it. Let some of the councilors stretch you out so you will be able to enjoy our emperor’s greeting in the manner intended.”
This has to be a test, Cherae thought somewhere in the back of her foggy mind. The Catlani had informed her that the emperor had to enter her first, or else he would be insulted and the whole greeting ceremony would turn into a fiasco. Still, she was sorely tempted. “Mmmm…maybe. But I sort of like what you’re doing right now.”
Eznear quirked an eyebrow, fondling her with enthusiasm. “Really? Human females are indeed wondrous creatures. Do you also enjoy the feel of our blue tongues on your skin?”
Cherae groaned as Eznear lowered his face to the junction between her thighs. “Hmm… Yes, very much.”
Soon she felt herself bucking and thrashing about in the first of many orgasms to come. Eznik and the others held onto her tightly as Eznear continued to lick her into a repeated frenzy. Then he stood and parted his robe. Cherae’s eyes widened at the sight of his throbbing cock.
Eznear knelt and rolled his rod against her clit, encouraging the other males to follow suit. “We all would like to pleasure you this way, but I’m afraid the emperor is anxious to make your acquaintance first… Will you return to our friendly group after the official greeting ceremony for the celebrations afterward, Ambassador?”
“Gladly.”
Eznik released his hold on Cherae. She melted into the pillows, motioning for her colleagues to draw near. “But first I want to do something for you all to thank you for helping me relax.”
She took a deep breath and pulled herself to her knees. Gently cradling Eznear’s cock in her hands, she slid the bulbous blue head past her lips. Within seconds he shot his cum deep into her throat, collapsing into the cushions with a sigh of ecstasy.
“What wondrous creatures you Terrans are,” Eznear cried. “You have much to teach us.”
Cherae grinned. “That’s what we’re here for—to learn from each other.”
Soon she had five other pupils standing in line, eager to be sucked dry. Unlike earthmen, the Magnens came swiftly and gratefully, including the well-hung Eznik, who started the second she caressed his cock between her breasts.
Cherae stood and smiled, surveying the sated Magnens lying at her feet. “I’m so glad we’ve got our diplomatic relations off to such a good start.”
Placing her hands on her hips, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She took a deep breath and slowly turned…
She had felt the hot, piercing gaze of Ezrod upon her bare skin. His bold stare sent a jolt of electricity tingling through her body. Had he been watching her interact with his High Council members? Did he feel disgusted? Curious? Turned on?
“I really think I should be introduced to the emperor now.” Cherae softly nudged her escort’s shoulder with a toe. She slipped back into her diaphanous robe and took a cup of juice offered her by a passing servant. “Eznear?”
“Hmmm…yes, Ambassador?” He slowly stood up. “I apologize. I’m not as agile as I used to be, and a good greeting tends to tire me out. I’ll probably only be able to greet a few dozen Terrans and court members before we dine at the royal feast tonight.”
Is that all? Cherae thought, noticing his stiffening cock. In fact, the rest of the councilors had already begun to revive, and some had moved on to eagerly greet others.
She took his arm. “You sell yourself short, High Councilor. You would be considered a vigorous young man by Terran standards. Tell me, are the Magnens a long-lived people?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” he replied, leading her toward the dais steps. “We live a mere two to three hundred Terran years. We are fortunate if we enjoy greeting others for two hundred seventy-five of those years. I will be two hundred and fifty in four moon cycles.”
Cherae’s eyes widened in awe. “You are a blessed people indeed.”
“We are. We have our emperor, the great Ezrod, who has kept the peace of Magnus Prime for almost one hundred years, to thank for it.”
They paused at the top step. “May I present Cherae Longbow, the Terran Alliance ambassador, your majesty,” Eznear announced. The emperor motioned with a slender finger for them to continue forward.
Cherae took a deep breath as she stood before Ezrod the inscrutable. His attractive, pale blue face held no expression. But his eyes… His hypnotic, silver-blue eyes burned with the white-hot intensity of a neutron star. It was almost as if he could peer into her very soul, exploring every intimate and secret detail—details that she never dared share with any of her previous lovers. An unusual warmth spread across Cherae’s cheeks. She raised a hand to cover the glow. Was she blushing?
She fell to her knees before the Magnen monarch and stayed low until Eznear gave her the signal to rise and say the ceremonial speech. “May the gathering of our two peoples lead to many pleasurable proceedings, oh great emperor.”
“Come closer, Terran Ambassador.”
Cherae held her chin high and stepped forward.
“Closer.”
She took another step.
“Now, if you will be so good as to leave us, Eznear.” Ezrod nodded regally. “I know how eager you are to greet the other Terrans.”
“Your majesty truly discerns our most inward desires.” Eznear bowed and exited.
The full import of what was to happen next fell upon Cherae with all the force of a meteor shower on an unprotected spaceship’s hull. She clenched her hands into tight fists and kept her chin high, her gaze steady in spite of the emperor’s inquisitive eyes.
To show uneasiness now could be construed for false-heartedness. The Alliance needed the Magnens on their side. It was an honor to be chosen as her people’s representative. She couldn’t allow her private fears to control her when the very peace of the galaxy was at stake.
“Cherae, you are a most beautiful and worthy woman of Earth.” Ezrod’s voice sounded husky yet oddly comforting. He reached for her hand, pulling her into his lap. He tilted her head toward him,
gazing deeply into her eyes once more. “Your proud Lakota heritage is etched into your very soul, yet I sense that you are apprehensive about our people’s joining. Is this not correct?”
Cherae licked her lips slowly and swallowed, trying to bring moisture to her dry throat so she wouldn’t squeak like a timid mouse when she spoke. “Your majesty, I confess I am a bit nervous—but it has nothing to do with dreading the joining of the Alliance and the Empire of Magnus Prime. I very much want to join my people with your people. The nervousness you sense only has to do with my own insecurities about myself as a fitting greeting partner for someone of your exalted state.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Ezrod’s mouth. He lifted an eyebrow. “Didn’t the High Council relax you properly? If not, I will see to it that they receive remedial instruction.”
“Oh, no, your majesty, the councilors did relax me. They’re wonderful. It’s just that… that—”
“You’re not sure you will be able to please me as easily as you pleased them?” His sudden outbreak of laughter launched a delicious shiver along her spine.
Cherae’s heart beat faster. Maybe the stone-faced emperor had a sense of humor after all?
He took her hands and placed them between his thighs, sighing as she massaged his hardness. “Show me exactly how you ‘thanked’ the councilors, Ambassador. I am certain that I will be just as pleased.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Cherae quickened her strokes as she knelt to take as much of the emperor’s rigid length into her mouth as possible. Like his councilors, she could tell Ezrod was impressed and excited by her oral technique.
Before he lost control, he eased back. “Here on Magnus Prime, we feel that it is more important to give pleasure than receive it.”
He drew her up to stand in front of him and kissed her tenderly on the lips, removing her robe and then his own. “This demonstration shows me that Terrans feel the same way. Your people will make a strong and reliable ally. Now allow me to demonstrate how formidable an ally the Magnen people will be likewise.”
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