Degenerate Star Part 40 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

Closing her eyes vivid splashes of color danced behind the lids. Warm wet lips against hers became enthusiastic and pressed back. Riley reached out, wrapping an arm around soft, heated skin. Full firm breasts pressed to hers making her coo and melt into the other woman.

An arm wrapped around her. Gentle fingers slid along the of her skin of her spine forcing Riley to arch her back into them. She exhaled into the moist lips against hers. Her fingers clutched at the thick tentacles writhing between them, rewarding her with a shuddering gasp from the alien she embraced.

The kiss was broken. Riley felt full lips suck on her neck, leaving a wet heated trail down to her collarbone. She leaned into it moaning and wanting more. A burning hand cupped her breast, found the nipple, and squeezed firmly. There was an explosion of heat in Riley’s belly. She squirmed and pressed herself to Terellia.

Moving down across her chest the hungry mouth continued planting small sucking kisses to the squeezed nipple. The sensations had Riley gasping. She squeezed the tentacles in her fingers and was rewarded with gasping echoes from the mouth suckling at her. The gentle caresses and soft touch were so unlike everything she had experienced in the last month. She reveled in the slow deliberateness of it.

Cool air tickled her wet nipple as the mouth left. There was movement and motion next to Riley, who was lost behind closed eyes, delighted in the myriad of feelings playing across and through her body. The arm around her back shifted, a hand coming up under an armpit urging her to rise. Another hand gently took the opposite arm, pulling her ever so gently up. 

Riley complied. She savored being able to just do as she was bid enjoying how sweetly gentle this ask was. Opening her eyes, she saw Terellia standing over her, guiding her up and back onto the tabletop. Riley rose clumsily, her equilibrium a mess. She was then urged back, feeling the cool, slick surface of the table against her ass. A red hand reached out, touching her face. Riley clutched it with both of hers, rubbing her face and closing her eyes again. Pushed back softly she descended until her arms and shoulders also met the slick table. Perched just on the edge, her feet were guided to the bench on either side of Terellia, who sat between them.

Her knees were spread with the most understanding touch leaving her open and exposed. Riley tipped her head opening her eyes. Between parted knees, she saw Terellia, haloed in light, looking at her pussy with such loving that it made Riley’s chest flutter. The warm furries in her belly tumbled, and she smiled, feeling completely at peace with the universe. Ruby glitters danced on Terellia’s skin and in her eyes as she looked up to meet Riley’s gaze. Terellia gave her a fragile smile, then turned her head to plant a series of hot kisses inside Riley's thighs, starting at the knees.

The burning trail of kisses moved slowly down into the center of Riley. She relaxed and let her head fall back to the table. Eyes closed she could only watch as colors exploded behind eyelids with every kiss to her thigh. When Riley felt lips approaching her core, just a whisper away from her own needy pussy, they departed making her groan in frustration. The same trail was repeated down her other leg. When they got close to where all her aching was centered, Riley reached down to guide Terellia’s head into her.

Riley gasped loudly when lips touched her. Both her hands went to Terellia’s head, nestling into tentacula. Riley stroked and petted as she received the softest, gentlest, series of kisses to her wet slit. Moaning she urged the head deeper into her and was rewarded with a long lick that ended on her throbbing clit. Once unleashed, the tongue began lapping at her in long, slow strokes. Riley sang, her gasps and sighs becoming the music played.

Hungry lips wrapped around her clit and sucked so so softly. Riley cried out. The lips continued with occasional darts of tongue. Riley found herself bucking up into the face consuming her. The mouth left her cruelly.

“When I tap your tummy, please cum for me.” A sensuous voice whispered.

Try as she might the words didn’t make sense at first. Was she being asked or told? Told she decided as lips found her clit again. She would be told to cum with a tap.

The lips around her were not sucking this time. Instead, a broad flat tongue lapped at her. Each stroke sent shivers of overwhelming pleasure through Riley. Her body writhed of its own accord, and she forced herself to pet, to gently stroke the tentacles in her hands. She wanted to squeeze, squeeze them so hard, but she knew this was wrong. It was forbidden. And the gentle petting felt so good against her palms.

Fingers pressed against her. They explored her slit without entering, gliding back and forth against her. Riley moved her hips, circled, rotated, trying to entice them to push into her. She was rewarded with two thin fingers slipping into her. They pressed down curling away from clit and were pushed so deep inside that Riley choked on a moan. The hand guiding the fingers pushed hard, deeper to her, pressing firmly against her lips. She was filled completely, utterly, deliciously. The strokes of tongue and pressing fingers buried to her core drove Riley incoherent with need. She wanted, prayed for, desperately needed release. She was teased mercilessly for long minutes until she was a dripping, crying, thrashing mess.

A hand tapped her tummy and the world came apart. Her hands clutched at the squirming tentacles and she heard and felt the mouth against her crying out in ecstasy as well. In unison, the two filled the galley with the sounds of complete surrender to the ecstasy of their bodies. Falling through her own personal hyperspace Riley watched the colors of inner space play in shut eyes. Over and over again.

Riley came to, being walked down a corridor. Warm naked bodies pressed to either side of her. When she looked through slitted eyes, she saw one naked red body and one blue on each side. Terellia and K’rra walked her into the utility room where they seated her gently on a low cabinet.

Terellia sat with her while K’rra inspected the mess of foam that had been left behind on a counter. 

“Whats this?” K’rra asked from the other side of the room.

Riley giggled, “Alcohol.”

No, that wasn't right. It was something else. It didn’t matter, Riley told herself as a fit of giggles chased thought away.

“Drink,” Terellia said pressing a bottle to Riley’s lips. 

Riley drank thirstily. 

“Leave her be,” Terellia said when K’rra pressed about the foamy mess. “I’ll stay with her ‘til she’s sober.”

Riley dozed off to the sound of Terellia cleaning up her mess. She dreamed in short broken vividly technicolor spurts, all amounting to nothing more than noise and fury. 

When she woke, she found someone had thrown a work apron over her as a makeshift blanket.

“Captain.” Terellia said.

Riley woke with a shudder.

“Second shift is over.”

Sitting up Riley blinked. The lights were still bright but not as painful as they had been earlier.

“Where is the crew?” Riley asked.

“K’rra dismissed them and left herself. She asked me to stay with you, but you really need to get back to Zed. He’s been asking for you.”

“Blast it. The whole day… gone.” Riley looked over to where she’d mixed her concoction earlier. Everything had been cleared away.

“Where’s the bucket?”

“In a cabinet. Secured with the other FOD.”

“Show me,” Riley said as she rose on shaky legs.

Terellia showed her where the chemical bucket and bag of plastic shaving were. The hallucinogens had worked. The memory of her confused thoughts, distorted perceptions, and shifting equilibrium would make piloting a spacecraft nearly impossible. Riley considered moving the drugs right now. They needed to be stowed on the bridge, and it would be impossible for her to casually carry them in if things got spicy. She left them for now. It was imperative to get them moved tonight, even if she had to stay awake the whole evening.

Riley also checked the tool bag with her firearm. It was still there, the pistol lying snug at the bottom. 

She then padded on bare feet back to the cabin. Zed was not there, so she cleaned and waited for his return in her slave position.

He entered and stood a moment looking down at her. She hated and adored his smug grin both at once. He walked toward her stripping his shirt off.

“When do we arrive?” Riley asked.

Zed was quiet, then walked past her. He sat and worked at his boots. “Just before first shift. Help me out with these.”

Riley turned to face him and placed her hands on his feet. She worked the boots off lovingly, more lovingly than she ever imagined doing such a simple task. Being able to help Zed made her feel a wholeness that was hard to describe even to herself. It just felt right.

“So,” he touched her chin and made her look up at him, “what did you get up to today? There’s stories.”

The heat that spread across her face was undeniable. Zed’s smug smile returned as he watched her blush.

“I just… wanted to say goodbye… to my dearest… sister slave.”

He laughed, “Is that what that was?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you ordered her to say goodbye like that?”

No. It was mutual. His implication that she used rank to get what she wanted stung. “No. Sir! It just… sort of happened.”

“In front of half my crew?”

“Was that inappropriate, Sir?”

“Not at all. The water system nearly crashed.” Zed explained when she looked confused, “Six showers going off at once. You certainly entertained.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. We just… had a moment.” Riley was unsure how she could ever face her subordinate again. It was one thing to be forced to please each other, but this had been something different. Riley tried to sort out her conflicting feelings, she was attracted to men. Men, period. And yet, it had felt so good. It had to have been the drugs.

“Let me know next time.”

“I’m yours. You can have that any time you wish.”

“Yeah, well, the way you said, ‘it was a moment,’ makes me think I missed something very fucking hot in ways that can’t be ordered.”

Riley hugged herself thinking of that moment. With Zed there, it felt dirtier than it had earlier.

He grabbed her and tossed her into the bed. She squealed, and purred, and gasped, and moaned, and eventually begged. He rode her roughly. His hands were everywhere, taking everything they wanted. And when he pushed into her with a grunt, it affirmed that she was made for cock. This was so much better, being thrown down and ravaged knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. And nothing in the universe that would make her want to stop it.

When he finished, he fell into a fast slumber. Riley felt energized, she wanted him to continue playing with her, using her like his plaything. She bit her tongue and waited. After fifteen minutes of grinding her thighs against him, she rolled out of bed and went to the head. With the ring on her finger she went back into the cabin, heard Zed snore, then let herself out.

She slipped through the corridors to the utility room. Inside she retrieved the covered bucket, and the bag of shavings. Back through the same empty passageways, to the bridge. She took a breath and used the ring. 

Standing naked with the bucket, she peered inside and saw no one. It wasn’t necessary to man a bridge in hyperspace. The ship was following its course and would exit back to real space without any need for a pilot. It was the best practice, though. Something could force an early exit, and if it was an interdictor ship, they’d be sitting ducks.

She looked around the bridge quickly looking for a hiding spot. If there was danger tomorrow the bridge crew would gather around the Navigation work console. Riley pictured where she would be, the same spot she’d been in the last few conversations. 

Behind her usual spot was a crash bench. She went to it and opened it up. Inside were emergency vacc-suits. This was perfect. She shoved them aside with no luck, then turned a helmet upside down. The cavity in the helmet was the perfect size to set the bucket in. She placed the shavings in the crook of a suit arm and closed the bench. It latched with a satisfying click, and she knew it would not open until someone did so on purpose. She just hoped that was herself.

There was a great temptation to check ship logs, but that had gotten her caught last time. Instead, she stole back to the cabin and slipped back into bed. Checking the bedside alarm, she saw it was already set to alert just before the first shift.

Degenerate Star Part 39 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

Sleeping only fitfully, her body waking her with every ache, she slipped out of bed early and hid the ring-key back in her uniform. She held the uniform up against her skin and looked at herself in the mirror. Something about her had changed. The uniform looked out of place, different. Her eyes, though, had something in them, a fire that had been lacking just a month ago. She let the uniform drop to the deck and looked at herself.

Turning slightly this way and that, she looked at herself, naked, as she’d never done before. Zed was willing to kill people for that, for her, for her body. Naval service had kept her fit, and there were things she hated about her body. Zed was willing to kill for it. What Federation man had ever hinted at such a thing?

Slipping back into bed she woke Zed as she was instructed, taking him in her mouth and hands until he roused. He dragged himself out of bed reluctantly as she rushed to the head and got the shower working. She waited for him inside the shower stall hoping the new bruises would be more easily hidden in the fog.

Zed entered and she soaped him with hands and breasts. She worked at the knots in his shoulders, so many more than hers.

“You going to check those capacitors today?” Zed asked rubbing his face hard.

“Of course, Sir. I’ve got Maxwell assigned. Kimura and myself are going to go over the power relays and flight systems as well.”

“Fucking void. I should have made you my first officer.”

Riley pressed her soapy chest to his back, “It's not too late. And there would be other benefits as well.”

“What sort of other benefits?” he said turning around and gripping her by each hip. When his eyes met hers he stiffened.

“Well,” she began, “I’m quite skilled at…”

Zed interrupted her, “Henfry is dead.”

Riley already knew, but she was uncertain of what to say and of her acting skills. She gave a little shrug and looked away.

“How would something like this go on a Fed ship?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t,” she said. In the hundreds of years of Federation, she couldn’t think of a single instance where a captain outright killed a crew member. She figured it might be possible, as unlikely as it was to imagine.

Zed nodded.

“Was he popular among the crew?” Riley asked.

“Popular isn’t quite the way to put it. But one of their own turns up dead… it complicates things.”

Riley was in uncharted territory. Where to go with this mess? She tried to imagine herself accidentally killing a crew member. That alone was horrific. But to do it on purpose? And with her bare hands? She shuddered.

What would she do if there were a mutiny? Not that there were any recorded instances of it in Federated history. She’d have a duty to her loyal crew… but could she pull the trigger?

The results of Zed's anger were obviously weighing on him. She doubted it was over the loss of the man who’d almost gotten them all killed with shoddy engine work. Watching him struggle with crew morale was interesting, a place where he walked awkwardly and without swagger.

Finally, he shrugged and said, “Blast it.” 

He dried and left. Riley followed back out into the stateroom. He dressed quickly asking, “You think the targeting systems could use some dusting off?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” she said, pressing her body to him as he pulled on boots. He glanced up at her, “All right, if you have time, add it to your list.”

He stood brushing her aside, “Anything else you can think of? We should be there in less than a day.”

“I have been meaning to ask,” Riley said, “What are the red alert and emergency protocols?”

Zed walked to the hatch and looked at her, “Good question. I don’t think we ever properly addressed those.”

“What should my people do if we are ambushed, if there’s combat?”

He paused uncomfortably, “What do you think is best?”

“I’d like them to take crash positions in the galley. But they would need to prep it without your crew thinking it's playtime.”

Zed laughed, “You don’t want to use the utility room? I’ve made it off limits.”

Riley thought of all the bits and bobs flying loose around the room as it shook and gave a horrified, “Stars no. The FOD will ricochet around killing everyone.”

“FOD?”

“Foreign Object Debris. Loose bits that fly around like shrapnel if the ship takes a hit and shakes hard. Oh, stars Zed, let me secure the bridge today as well.”

“Oh, great googly moogly.” He hissed, “If I shut off play time I will have a mutiny.”

“Not if you put them to work securing FOD with us. They’ll be too busy to notice.”

“Pirates? Work? Captain, you are talking about the wrong navy.”

Riley thought for a moment, “Do I have to hover over my crew to keep them from being… used?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” He said and left.

Touchy situation, Riley thought. Order the crew not to touch the slaves and prove Henfry right. Could a mutiny be touched off if things didn’t go well for the inspection? Was there a possibility that her crew would be taken by mutineers knowing even less about shipboard operations than Zed? Dangerous times loomed ahead.

Or maybe… Zed sensed that the inspection would go well, and she and her crew would be whisked away. Was it possible he was moody at the thought of losing her? It would be his own blasted fault, he could say no to the money. Or maybe… that was what plagued him, knowing he wouldn’t take the money. Singularity she wished he would talk to her. Like men in the Fed did. All right, maybe not that far…

She waited twenty minutes in the cabin, expecting Zed to notice someone had tinkered with his console and set a diagnostic to run. When he didn’t return, she left the stateroom.

When she entered the utility room everyone was waiting for her. She gathered them all together in a circle, “Today is going to be a little different. We’re going to be doing FOD sweeps, but we need to find a location as a safe room.”

Her crew exchanged shocked glances. It was Geller who asked, “Are we going to be in a battle?”

Riley nodded, “There is a possibility that things may get dicey tomorrow. So, we need a safe room, and as much FOB sweep as we can.”

What do you have in mind as a safe room, captain?” K’rra asked.

“What do you think of here?” Riley gestured at the utility.

“Captain! You can’t be serious.” Kimura replied, “This room… stars, most of the ship is flowing with debris.”

“There is the possibility that we move everything loose to the cargo bay.” K’rra said.

“That’s the other problem,” Riley added, “If things go bad, we need to be able to get to the shuttles. Loading the cargo bay with even more loose projectiles makes that a lot more dangerous.”

The crew thought for a few moments, then Maxwell said, “Why don’t we just use a shuttle as a safe room?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Riley said, “Okay, we’ll use the ship's boat as our safe room. We’ll still need to lock down as much FOD as possible. From the bridge, through the main crew corridor, through the cargo bay, and to the boat.”

“That’ll take us a week,” Geller complained.

K’rra replied, “It doesn’t sound like we have many options, Lieutenant.”

“She’s right, we don’t,” Riley said looking at each of them. If only there were a way to get Geller out an airlock. 

“What do you think might happen?” Terellia asked with a hint of fear.

Riley considered keeping the crew in the dark and decided against it. The Academy taught individual initiative among all its members. Not telling her crew would limit their ability to make sound decisions. 

“It may be nothing, but we are supposed to meet with an auction house ship tomorrow. Some of the raider crew believe it’s a trap. I don’t know enough about Coalition politics or customs to make a solid guess. If you hear claxons or feel high-g maneuvers, hustle to the boat.”

They all exchanged glances, some looking downright mortified. Riley hated being the bearer of this type of news, but they all knew eventually they would make their way to Coalition space.

“Can we launch it?” Geller asked.

Some things had to stay in the dark. “I’m afraid not.”

Geller looked angry and replied, “Then what’s the point?” 

“It’s a second skin. A ship within a ship. If something blasts or tears through the Unnamed, at the very least, we have a chance inside a secure vessel not to be sucked into the vacuum.” K’rra explained.

“I think it’s a good plan, captain,” Maxwell said, putting a hand on Gellers' shoulder in an effort to calm her.

“It’s the best we’ve got,” Riley said. “So, here are the details… Kimura and Maxwell, bridge to calibrate piloting and weapons. K’rra, do what you can with that cargo bay, try to lock down as much as possible. The rest, roving detail, patrol the halls and any common areas we need to move through for FOD and just put it here in the utility room if you have to.”

They all gave Riley an enthusiastic, “Aye, captain.” Then began departing for their work areas. Terellia lingered and approached Riley when everyone else had left.

“Captain, I need to show you something,” Terellia told Riley.

Oh stars, nothing good ever came from those words, Riley thought. “What is it?”

Terellia went to a cabinet and opened it. She reached behind a stack of electronic components and drew out a pistol. Riley blinked, it was her service blaster. The one Zed had taken from her on the first day. And Terellia was holding it.

“What the? You don’t have a full set of implants.” Riley whispered.

“No, ma'am.” Terellia said, holding out the gun. “I’ve found three others. But I thought you might want yours back.” 

Riley backed off not wanting to touch it. “I can’t. My implants… it's really fucking painful.”

“Oh.” Terellia seemed confused as she held the weapon awkwardly. “I guess, I’ll put it back.”

Riley stepped back to Terellia avoiding the pistol. She put a hand on each shoulder of the red-skinned meteorologist. “Terellia, I have an incredibly important mission for you. This is something you can’t tell the others, or fail.”

Wide-eyed, Terellia asked, “What is it, Captain?”

“If we get into battle, you need to go to the sick bay. There is a big metal tube hanging from the overhead. Do you remember it?”

“Of course, it seemed out of place in a medical lab.”

“Right. You have to go in there and blow that up. It’s the overseer unit that controls those of us with full implant sets.”

“But… what about the doctor?”

“He’s Avyrian. They’re pacifists by nature. Just point the gun at him and he’ll back off.”

“Captain, I’m not a soldier, I’m a meteorologist. I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You can. You have to. We are all counting on you to destroy the overseer Terellia. Tell me you’ll do this.

“I will captain.” Terellia looked torn, ready to burst into tears. She looked down at her naked skin and the firearm, then asked, “Umm, captain, where am I going to hide this?”

They shared nervous laughter, at the absurdity of the situation. Riley found a tool bag and emptied its contents. “Use this. Just tell anyone who asks it’s for FOD collection. Tomorrow, hide it for today.”

Terellia nodded and then gave Riley a crushing nerve-induced hug. Stowing the tool bag away, Terellia left, leaving Riley in silence.

Work. Work. She went to the sifter and emptied out the contents from the day before. The powder and bark fragments she disposed of. The seeds, however, she kept, crushing them with a hammer before finding a hot plate and letting them boil in water for an hour. She then mixed several cleaners and set them to simmer. She jerry-rigged a lid for her makeshift boiling pot that allowed the vapors of the cooking concoction to slough off. Near the end of the shift, she was done with a pot of hot syrupy liquid. Adding plastic printing shavings would cause a reaction, the resulting gas would be hallucinogenic.

Riley affirmed once again that if her crew escaped in the ship’s boat, they would need the bridge crew incapacitated somehow. This was a long shot, but her only real hope of achieving that without violence. 

Most of the concoction was poured into a small work bucket and sealed. On top of that, she set a small bag of shavings. She wasn’t sure how to get this into or use it on the bridge. If the Unnamed got into combat it would be easier to pull off. If events tomorrow were peaceful, things would be a lot more difficult.

She poured one drinking cup of the fluid and took a handful of shavings. She couldn’t use a weapon she hadn’t tested. Riley knew that she needed to know exactly what would happen when she mixed the two tomorrow on the bridge. Her only opportunity to discover the true effects, without anyone else knowing, and potentially reporting it to Zed, was to test on herself.

Taking a deep breath, she tipped her hand, watching the shavings pour into the cup. 

The reaction was immediate. A thick brown foam bubbled up, hissing violently. She was so surprised at the suddenness of it that she gasped, smelling Larnaberry pie. This, too, surprised her, and she took a whiff to assure herself it was the concoction causing the smell.

Stars! She realized as vapors tickled through her sinus and down her throat. She coughed and backed away, shielding her face from the fumes. Too late. 

The first thing Riley felt was an odd lightheadedness. The lights in the room seemed incredibly bright, piercing her brain. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, trying to shade them from the oppressive brightness. Her orientation was off, and she had to grip the table she’d been working on. This brought her back to the smell of pie and fond memories. 

The bubbling goo frothed with less urgency, but now it undulated, like a breathing living thing. It was so ugly that she backed away from it, nearly tripping over her clumsy feet. Her sluggish reaction caused her to crash into a cabinet barely holding herself upright. The cool metal felt so good against her bare skin that she gave it a loving hug. With a cheek pressed to the cabinet she watched its surface ripple like the park ponds back home.

A sense of giddiness overwhelmed her. Furry rodents danced and cuddled in her tummy. The thought of cute little micey-mice making a den in her warm belly made Riley smile. No ordinary smile but one that threatened to split her skull. Elated at all the new discoveries, she looked around the room, hoping for more entertaining thoughts. Cold, impersonal shelves, bright lights, and work thingies lay scattered everywhere. The crushing monotony of this drab room threatened to sadden her if the bunnies hippity-hopping inside weren’t sharing their cuddly warmth.

Staggering out into the hall Riley was surprised at its length. She’d never noticed how long the crew deck was before. It too was bright, painfully so. She shielded her eyes trying to escape, to find a cozy little nesting den for her and the little furries she carried inside her. She staggered in a random direction not quite remembering where any place was or went.

A hatch loomed at her. A vicious maw that wanted to swallow her. At first, it terrified her, but then her new little passengers whispered to her. She stopped to listen and realized the whispers weren’t her wuddly-cudle buns, but voices on the other side of the hatch.

The hatch melted sideways, becoming a part of the bulkhead with an angry hiss. She stared, trying to figure out where it had vanished to, then heard the voices, a room full of them. There were smells of food, but not pie, and she followed them.

She recognized this place. The galley. But it was different. Longer, wider, with too many scattered tables, like a forest of eating. There were others here, indistinct shapes, twisted faces that glanced at her and melted into other people. She staggered to a table and crashed down onto the bench in front of it. The slippery plastic top felt so good to touch, she let her fingers glide over its surface as laughter trickled from the voices behind her.

“Captain.” A soft beautifully lilting voice said.

Riley looked up into the ruby eyes, glittering a sparkly red, of Terellia. She watched the scarlet lips as her best friend, dearest friend, spoke, “Are you okay?”

She giggled, “Of course, I’m so so good.”

Terellia took a seat beside her, a red hand coming up to fall like a floating leaf on her shoulder. The touch was electric, warm, friendly, compassionate, melting into her skin. She wanted more, especially when the bunnies inside her turned to heated goo.

“Are you sure?” Her friend said. 

Riley nodded and, in doing so, noticed the bare crimson breasts. They looked like delicious fruits, so ripe for picking. They undulated as if in a slow breeze, rising and falling as Terellia breathed. Like liquid in slow motion. Her friendly pond had returned to entice her to thoughts of warmer times. Riley reached out and cupped one. Her tummy tumbled, feeling oh so wickedly good. She’d never held a woman's breast before, it was overwhelming, erotic, and so wrongly right.

Terellia gulped, a cute little noise that echoed through Riley, “Captain?”

Riley looked up to her friend's voice. Full luscious lips, wet, and parted just for her. Above that though, a field of red tentacles, waving like grass on a windy day. Riley reached up and stroked them, relishing the delicious noises her friend made. She ran her fingers through them, and they gripped her, pulled her hand in, and urged her ever more to feel their tickling tendrils.

It took a moment for Riley to realize the moaning wasn’t herself. But the red-skinned, naked, stunningly beautiful sex pot of an alien creature in front of her. She’d never been with a woman before, willingly, and she couldn’t understand why. Terellia’s soft skin felt so good on her that she wanted to crawl inside the red woman and wear her warmly.

The moaning continued, and Riley had no choice but to silence it with her own lips.