MarieDavisRPs
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Alex's Quarters
Alex threw back his bedding, revealing two things that caused Dyah's eyes to widen and mouth to fall open.
The first was the underwear hiding his private area. Dyah had never seen loose-fitting under garments before; Troyna males wore a form-hugging garment that a human might call boxer-briefs. And those Troyna underwear never rose high above the Troyna male's crotch as his cock never extended from his body until his crotch and groin were naked.
The second thing of shocking interest was Alex's furry body. Again, unlike the Troyna -- male or female -- Dyah's lover-to-be was covered by hair -- straight on his legs but more curly on his chest, and when Alex shed the underwear he called boxers, Dyah found the hair surrounding his already deployed, rock-hard, extended cock to be thick and curly and worthy of a good study.
"Incredible," she murmured as she moved onto the bed within reach of him. Reaching a hand out over his leg, she asked, "Can I ... pet you." She laid a hand on his leg, feeling how soft the hair was, then set about caressing over it, running a hand up him to make the fur stand taller, then running the opposite way to make it lie closer to his skin. She giggled, telling him with an awed tone, "It's so soft. I like it."
Alex hinted that what was about to happen would be as good as flying together, then said, "...there is something I think you should know."
He gestured Dyah closer, and she moved up into his lap, her parted knees around his waist. He told her, "The Queen might be watching."
Dyah's eyes again grew to double their normal size; she'd forgotten that Internal Intelligence had the ability to visually and audibly monitor nearly ever space in the ship.
"Do you want her to see this?" Alex whispered as Dyah looked around the room for cameras, despite then reminding herself that they were so integral to the construction of the rooms that even she would never detect them. Alex ventured, "Perhaps even pleasure herself to it?"
Dyah laughed in shock, saying, "No! My Queen ... she ... she wouldn't ... would she?"
"I think it might be kind of hot," Alex went on, "especially since I wanna fuck her too."
Dyah pulled her head back enough to focus on Alex's face; her face was filled with not just shock but an expression of fear. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pulling his ear to her mouth as she spoke in whispers. But the translator on her discarded uniform couldn't pick up her words, so Alex couldn't comprehend them.
She pulled back and -- out of habit -- looked upwards a bit and spoke to the ever-present AI that -- like the Gods of Earth -- was omnipresent. The AI came back with, "Room Translator on."
Dyah looked Alex in the face and -- knowing that if Internal Intelligence was in fact listening -- that they would not only hear her but would have it recorded. The irony of which neither of them could know was that Valla had ordered IntInt to cease watching the Humans live, but that -- if she wanted -- Valla could watch the recordings later at her leisure.
"You shouldn't say such things, Emissary," Dyah said softly, using his official title for the purpose of sounding respectful for the recording. "She is my Queen ... and, in a sense ... as Emissary, she is your Queen, too."
Alex threw back his bedding, revealing two things that caused Dyah's eyes to widen and mouth to fall open.
The first was the underwear hiding his private area. Dyah had never seen loose-fitting under garments before; Troyna males wore a form-hugging garment that a human might call boxer-briefs. And those Troyna underwear never rose high above the Troyna male's crotch as his cock never extended from his body until his crotch and groin were naked.
The second thing of shocking interest was Alex's furry body. Again, unlike the Troyna -- male or female -- Dyah's lover-to-be was covered by hair -- straight on his legs but more curly on his chest, and when Alex shed the underwear he called boxers, Dyah found the hair surrounding his already deployed, rock-hard, extended cock to be thick and curly and worthy of a good study.
"Incredible," she murmured as she moved onto the bed within reach of him. Reaching a hand out over his leg, she asked, "Can I ... pet you." She laid a hand on his leg, feeling how soft the hair was, then set about caressing over it, running a hand up him to make the fur stand taller, then running the opposite way to make it lie closer to his skin. She giggled, telling him with an awed tone, "It's so soft. I like it."
Alex hinted that what was about to happen would be as good as flying together, then said, "...there is something I think you should know."
He gestured Dyah closer, and she moved up into his lap, her parted knees around his waist. He told her, "The Queen might be watching."
Dyah's eyes again grew to double their normal size; she'd forgotten that Internal Intelligence had the ability to visually and audibly monitor nearly ever space in the ship.
"Do you want her to see this?" Alex whispered as Dyah looked around the room for cameras, despite then reminding herself that they were so integral to the construction of the rooms that even she would never detect them. Alex ventured, "Perhaps even pleasure herself to it?"
Dyah laughed in shock, saying, "No! My Queen ... she ... she wouldn't ... would she?"
"I think it might be kind of hot," Alex went on, "especially since I wanna fuck her too."
Dyah pulled her head back enough to focus on Alex's face; her face was filled with not just shock but an expression of fear. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pulling his ear to her mouth as she spoke in whispers. But the translator on her discarded uniform couldn't pick up her words, so Alex couldn't comprehend them.
She pulled back and -- out of habit -- looked upwards a bit and spoke to the ever-present AI that -- like the Gods of Earth -- was omnipresent. The AI came back with, "Room Translator on."
Dyah looked Alex in the face and -- knowing that if Internal Intelligence was in fact listening -- that they would not only hear her but would have it recorded. The irony of which neither of them could know was that Valla had ordered IntInt to cease watching the Humans live, but that -- if she wanted -- Valla could watch the recordings later at her leisure.
"You shouldn't say such things, Emissary," Dyah said softly, using his official title for the purpose of sounding respectful for the recording. "She is my Queen ... and, in a sense ... as Emissary, she is your Queen, too."