Chapter 17

They were barely through the cargo bay doors before Clessa started.

“Okay so first of all I need everyone to know that the Gheelian twins, whose names are Pax and Lux by the way, are the single greatest sexual experience I have ever had in my entire life and I am including every encounter with the Captain in that assessment, no offense Captain, but you only have two hands and they have eight, EIGHT, and they use every single one of them independently which means while one twin was fingering me with two hands and holding my hips with the other two, the second twin was playing with my tits with one pair and stroking my clit with another while simultaneously kissing my neck, and they have this thing where they synchronize their movements like they share a neural link or something, I asked them about it and they said it’s a species trait, all Gheelian twins share a sensory bond which means when one of them touches you the other one FEELS it and can adjust accordingly, so essentially I was being pleasured by one eight-armed organism with two mouths and two cocks that could feel everything I was feeling in real time and adapt to it, and speaking of the cocks, they’re slightly ridged along the shaft which creates this incredible texture that I can only describe as being fucked by a very enthusiastic and anatomically gifted piece of precision engineering, the first twin took me from behind on the couch while I sucked off the second one and their cocks were almost identical in size, roughly seven inches with a slight upward curve that hit my G-spot on every single stroke, and when they switched I could barely tell the difference except the second twin was a little thicker which stretched me in this way that made my eyes water in a good way, and then they did this thing where they were both inside me at the same time, one in my pussy and one in my ass, and they thrust in alternating rhythm so I was never empty and always full and I came so hard I think I blacked out for about four seconds, Rusty can confirm he was watching, and the Draelith man before them, oh my god the Draelith, his cock was like a battering ram made of warm copper and he had these ridged bumps on the underside of his shaft that stimulated my vaginal walls in a way that I can only compare to the harmonic vibration you get when a Class-9 engine hits resonance frequency, it was transcendent, he fucked me on all fours for about fifteen minutes and I came three times just from penetration alone which has literally never happened to me without clitoral stimulation, and his hands, his hands were so big they wrapped entirely around my waist, like my entire waist, he could have snapped me in half but instead he was so controlled, every thrust was measured and deep and--”

“Clessa.” Zlara’s voice cut through the monologue like a blade. The mechanic’s mouth snapped shut. Everyone turned to look at Zlara, who had been pacing the cargo bay since they’d boarded, her aqua-silk dress swirling around her legs with each sharp turn, her arms crossed, her silver eyes fixed on the floor. She hadn’t said a word during Clessa’s entire debrief. She hadn’t sat down. She hadn’t made a drink. She’d just paced, back and forth, back and forth, the way Kayden had seen her do exactly once before, the night she told him she was leaving the Dark Nebula to join his crew.

“Sorry, sweetheart, that all sounds incredible and I want to hear every detail later.” Zlara said, stopping mid-pace. “But I need to tell you all something. Something I found out in the last hour with Dorian and his people. Something that changes everything.” The cargo bay went silent. Even Rusty stopped squirming in Clessa’s cleavage. Zlara looked at Kayden. Not at the group. At him. And the expression on her face made his blood go cold. It wasn’t fear exactly. It was the look of someone who had just put together a puzzle and didn’t like the picture it made.