"For the Betterment of Planet Earth" (closed)

[desperado1089]

"The Galleria," aboard the Mothership

"Siren, ha! The girl did seem to have a bit of siren in her, the way I felt drawn to her! But her name is Syleen, Paula," Alex said. It was quickly becoming difficult to ignore the rising feeling of lust. "D'you wanna get out of here?", he blurted out without thinking. "Um, I mean, back to our own quarters...separately...", he added, taking the coward's way out even though every fiber of his being screamed at him that he was being an idiot. "Of course, if you really wanna stay in my room, I won't mind," he said, somewhat reversing course, but really he was putting the decision in Paula's hands and making it clear he wouldn't complain either way.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The Galleria, aboard the Mothership

Alex laughed at Paula's calling his future Troyna lover by the wrong name. "Syleen, right, I remember now," she corrected.

Paula understood what Alex was saying about Syleen drawing him to her. The Troyna people were a beautiful race; most people on Earth had seen Queen Valla on their screens on three or four occasions, and the news programs -- led by World News Now and their now internationally famous reporter, Cassandra Cannon -- had been broadcasting images of the Troyna in the Ukraine 24/7 since the Relief Teams had landed outside Kyiv.

She could imagine that millions, possibly even billions of Humans had at one time or another fantasized about the Troyna while they had a hand down their pants ... like Paula herself had.

"D'you wanna get out of here?" Alex suddenly blurted out.

He must have seen Paula's eyes widen in surprise, because he quickly corrected, "Um, I mean, back to our own quarters...separately..."

Paula chuckled softly, looking back to her drink and she lifted it, drank, then finished it off. Her brain was screaming at her Go! Go! With him, you fucking horny idiot. He's hot, he's famous, he's a hero, and he's hot. Yeah, said that already.

She hated that she'd put her food down about not sleeping with Alex, because right now, she really wanted to have him inside her. But then she remembered that she'd been given permission to fuck her Guard by the Queen herself.

"Of course, if you really wanna stay in my room," Alex reversed again, "I won't mind."

This time, Paula laughed louder. She rose from her chair, studying Alex a moment before saying with a smirk, "G'night, Colonel. I need to get to sleep. The Queen told me after you left that we have yet another busy day before us tomorrow. She's giving us that tour you wanted ... showing us the entirety of the ship. Then, apparently, we're being introduced to some other extraterrestrials ... other than Troyna, I mean. And then--"

She smiled to him knowingly; she'd been told something that even Alex hadn't. "Then we're going back down to Earth ... with Queen Valla ... to the United Nations. She's been invited to speak to the General Assembly. President Stevens performed some fancy footwork and managed a private meeting before the Assembly ... and we have been asked to be there."

Then, leaning over Alex a bit and speaking quietly, she said, "But before that ... I've been told that you have a ceremony to perform."

 

[desperado1089]

The Galleria, aboard the Mothership

Alex failed to hide his shock at all the information Paula had imparted upon him, but that was quickly eclipsed by Paula reminding him of the ceremony. "In a perfect world, you'd drain me dry before the ceremony so I would last longer. Get out of here, you," he added playfully, shooing her with a grin on his face, yet the sentence beforehand was delivered dead serious.

After she'd gone, he sighed heavily. "Women," he muttered to himself with a rueful chuckle. Deciding that there was no more point in lingering, especially since he was starting to feel tired once more, he made his way back to his quarters, before stripping to his underwear and settling in for the night. If no one visited him, he would drift off to sleep.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The Mothership

Paula reached the entrance to her private quarters, finding the Guard standing there dutifully. She gave him another conspicuous up and down survey with her eyes before asking, "What's your name?"

"Gern, Friend Paula," he answered, saluting in the Troyna way.

"Gern," she repeated. He opened the door as Paula moved closer to it, and after she'd paused a moment, she asked, "Gern, will you please follow me inside? And ... call me Paula."

Paula entered without looking back, shedding her jacket and hip holster and setting both on a chair she passed on the way to her quarter's kitchenette. She wished she had a bottle of Vodka like she kept in her various apartments, homes, and huts around the world. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but she did like a drink before sex.

"I hear that sexual interactions between your people are initiated by the female," Paula said after resorting to pouring two glasses of something that resembled the color of orange juice but had the taste of milk.

"Yes, Paula," Gern responded simply.

As she walked back to him, stopping and offering out a glass. "Did you know that your Queen has given permission for certain, specific Humans to have sexual relations with certain, specific Troyna?"

"I heard rumors, Paula."

She sipped at the drink, grimaced, and set it aside; she really had to get some booze smuggled up here if she was going to be spending any more time up here. She looked to the Troyna again, smiling as she said, "Your Queen has given me permission to have sexual relations with you, Gern..."

Paula paused for his reaction, then finished, "...if you were so inclined to participate."

She'd been told by Valla that -- given them being from different species -- Gern had the option not to participate. Paula had also been told by Dyah during their walking conversation that it was very, very unlikely that a Troyna male would; just as Paula was curious about the opportunity, he -- in this case, Gern -- would be curious as well.

 

[desperado1089]

The Mothership

Gern's hearts were thumping in his chest, and his gaze clouded over slightly as he looked upon Paula with new eyes, as if seeing her for the first time. "I very much am inclined, Paula," he said, the stiffness in his voice not from an overabundance of formality, but because of nerves. "I should thank Queen Valla at a later time for such a gift," he whispered as he unclipped the belt that held his sidearm and placed it upon the same chair that Paula had placed her weapon, before taking off his boots. However, he would not go further yet, both out of nerves as well as his deeply-ingrained sense of deference to the woman when it came to sexual relations.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The Mothership

"I very much am inclined, Paula," Gern said about Paula's interest in having sex with him.

She smiled a bit wider, happy to hear it. It had been a while since she made the first move on a man; and it was, of course, the first time she'd ever tried to seduce an alien male.

"I should thank Queen Valla at a later time for such a gift," he whispered.

Again, Paula's smile widened; she was a confident woman and had been complimented often on her skills in bed. She told him, "You should."

As she watched the Troyna unclipped his belt and set his sidearm near her own, Paula stepped out of her modest, comfortable heels, increasing the already 6-inch height difference between them by another 2 inches. She took Gern's hand and, walking backwards while keeping her eyes on him, walked them from the living area into the bedroom.

Once there, she began unbuttoning her blouse, saying, "Let me see you."

She would continue undressing, shedding her blouse, then her slacks; she wore a basic set of bra and panties that showed off her tight, fit body. Turning around slowly, she asked, "This is the first time you're seeing an alien undressing...?" Facing Gern again, she asked, "Is this weird for you ... or ... exciting?"

 

[desperado1089]

The Mothership

Gern nodded at her first question, and answered the second with, "Exciting, Paula, very exciting." First performing the 'thump' gesture that meant his hearts were beating very fast, he began to 'let her see him', slowly unzipping the front of his jumpsuit to reveal his toned, muscular chest. Slowly, he shrugged off the sleeves and then he was standing before her naked from the waist up, a perfectly sculpted V defining his waist. It would not take much more of Paula exposing her skin for his cock to pop out, ready to go.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The Mothership

"Exciting, Paula, very exciting," Gern said in answer to how he was feeling about what was happening between them.

He began undressing as requested; Paula watched intently, taking in each bit of silver-gray skin as it was exposed to her. He was more muscular, more fit than she expected, like one of those underwear models or Chippendale dancers. She pinched her vaginal muscles together a moment, feeling herself getting warm and fearing she might begin wetting the crotch of her panties.

She moved slowly up to Gern until only inches between them. She raised a hand, finding his chest, caressing the firm flesh before letting a finger trace down to between his ... six packs...? No, there weren't just six of them, like on a Human male; there were -- she counted with her finger and eyes -- ten of them, smaller but just as if not more rock solid.

"Impressive," Paula whispered. "In our culture, you'd be called a perfect specimen of masculinity."

She turned Gern until he was back to the bed, then traced her fingertip back up to his chest to a tattoo there. "What is this? It's beautiful."

 

[desperado1089]

The Mothership

"It is..." He said a word in Troyna that the translator didn't pick up. "Apologies. My unit was formed when the Troyna was evacuating our homeworld. Its founding commander stayed behind so the rest of his men and women could leave. This is his family's...coat-of-arms?" When he didn't hear any indication that he was incorrect, he continued. "It incorporates an animal that no longer exists. It was already endangered when we made our exodus, we attempted to save as many animals as possible but the animal here would not accept confinement." The way she was touching him was building up his arousal. It wouldn't be long now before something made an appearance.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The Mothership

When the translator on Gern's uniform failed to pick up what he was saying to her, Paula spoke loudly, "Oh, HAL!"

The Artificial Intelligence unit that Dyah had explained to her responded in a more Human voice than any Troyna ever would, "Yes, Friend Paula."

She smile, chuckling. Doubting that Gern understood the name, she explained, "HAL was an AI on a spaceship in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. Dyah told me that I could give it a name, so..."

Gern explained about his tattoo's origin as she returned to tracing a finger over it. She'd heard the story of Troyna's destruction earlier in the evening while with Alex in Valla's quarters, of course, but to hear Gern describe the destruction, evacuation, and vain attempt to save a species of animal that surely played no part in the world's destruction was heartbreaking.

She verified that coat-of-arms was correct, her fingertip caressing down the animal from head to tail as if petting it. Once he ceased talking, Paula's mind came back to her and a tingle ran up her spine: she was ready. She turned him to put his back to the bed, reached to his waist, and loosed the belt that was the only thing that was keeping his uniform coveralls around his waist.

They fell to the carpet, gathering about his still booted feet. Paula looked immediately to his crotch, of course, wanting to see what was or wasn't there, according to Dyah. The result was more to the side of wasn't: there was no bulge as she would have expected on a Human male, regardless of his cock size.

Remembering what Dyah had said about the females leading sexual encounters, Paula reached up to loose her front latching bra. Her nicely rounded C-cups, as firm as natural titties would be expected to be, came into view, and as she pushed her panties off her hips and wriggled about to let them drop, her neatly trimmed landing strip appeared as well, followed by the swollen, already glistening flesh of her wet labia.

Paula moved forward, taking hold of the waist band of Gern's underwear and pulling them off him. Dyah had explained about the extraction of the male Troyna's penis, about how it only emerged once intercourse was no longer in doubt, and she desperately wanted to witness this.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

19 October 2030, 0112 GMT

Time aboard the Mothership was a relative thing, of course. Orbiting high above Earth -- currently it was at more than 4,000 miles above the planet, a number that was continually growing each day -- it didn't experience the same 24-hour day-night clock of the planet caused by its rotation and changing face to the sun.

It had been decided even before the Mothership arrived in Earth orbit that it would operate on what the Humans called Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) or Coordinated Univeral Time (for which its acronym was actually UTC).

Because of this, it was 0112 GMT (or UTC) when Ryla entered Valla's bed chamber and woke her up, saying softly, "Excuse me, My Queen, but ... we have a situation of which Grand Admiral Korrin thinks you should be aware."

Valla slipped out of bed, donned her robe, and -- without her hair, ear, and cheek decorations -- nodded to her Aide to activate the Holographic Communicator. Korrin's image appeared -- he was in full uniform as he was currently standing in Central Command -- and he performed the traditional salute with an extra deep bow of his head and upper body.

"Forgive me, My Queen," he said with a deeply sincere apologetic tone before rising to height again. "I would not have awoken you if I hadn't--"

He went quiet when -- as if she was standing directly before him -- Valla raised a hand and said, "No need to apologize, Grand Admiral. What is it that I need to know."

"The Democratic People's Republic of Korea," he began, clarifying, "North Korea, as to which it is generally referred--"

"Yes, I know of it, Admiral. Continue."

"We have been monitoring their military and political communications, of course," Korrin explained, "And there is very high confidence that they are about to conduct a major military offensive against the countries of the Republic of Korea ... South Korea ... as well as Japan, the Republic of China, also known as Taiwan ... and the Territories of Hawaii and Alaska which are, of course, possessions of the United States of America,"

"States," Valla corrected. When the Admiral looked confused, she explained, "Alaska and Hawaii, while not physically attached to the other States of that country, are still States ... part of the United States of America."

The Admiral repeated a less formal bow, responding, "Yes, My Queen."

"Tell me your basis for this conclusion, Admiral," she instructed. "What is the intelligence?"

He spent about five minutes going over the intercepted communications and what they all meant. Basically, North Korea -- which had concluded that it was not going to be treated fairly by the alien invaders, had decided that if its military power was going to be destroyed by the Troyna -- like those of its neighbors, Russia and China, had been -- that it was going to get some use out of its expansive military first.

"My greatest fear, My Queen," the Admiral continued, "is North Korea's submerged war machine."

"Submarine," she again corrected. They'd had this discussion before, but as the Troyna of her particular Mothership had not interacted with a species who had underwater war machines in more than 100,000 Earth years, it was a hard thing to remember. She asked, "Have you located it ... the submarine?"

"Yes, My Queen," he said with a relieved smile. "It took longer than expected, as it wasn't where we had anticipated finding it."

"Where is it, Admiral?"

He gestured to someone out of the hologram's view, and a moment later a map of the vast Pacific Ocean appeared before Valla. Slowly, the view zoomed, until finally islands began appearing in a chain near the small red dot that the Admiral explained represented the submarine.

"It is 220 miles north of the Hawaiian Island Chain," he said. His image returned as he said with concern, "We believe that they still possess a working atomic weapon ... and that they may be planning on attacking the Territory of ... State of Hawaii."

Without hesitating, Valla ordered, "Destroy that vessel, Admiral ... now!"

"Yes, My Queen," he said, bowing yet a third time. "We can have an Attack Vessel in range in just over 22 minutes--"

"Not soon enough, Admiral!" Valla said; she didn't want to see another Kyiv-like nuclear disaster.

Valla suddenly ran out of her bed chamber and into the living room like space of her Quarters, crossing it with her bared feet slapping the tile until she reached the big windows looking down on Earth. The hovering holographic unit, controlled by Ryla, followed slowly behind, catching up with Valla just as she turned and said excitedly, "Admiral! We are above the Pacific Ocean, yes?"

It was not really a question that she needed to ask; there was no confusing the massive Pacific Ocean -- which covered 1/3 or Earth's surface -- with any of its other much smaller bodies of water.

The Admiral knew where this was going and warned, "My Queen, the Primary Weapon will draw an incredible amount of energy ... and the effect on the sea surrounding the--"

"Do it, Admiral!" she cut him off. "Use it ... use it now. We cannot allow that submarine to launch a missile which may be atomic in nature."

"Yes, My Queen," the Admiral confirmed.

Although he turned away from the Holographic Communicator, his image remained before Valla as he and his staff prepared to fire the Mothership's primary and most powerful weapon. She listened to the orders, and when she heard the countdown nearing the fire command, she turned back to look down upon the ocean below.

Suddenly, the lights in Valla's Quarters dimmed, as they would throughout the Mothership. Another ten seconds later, after the weapon had fully charged, a bright, bolt of light -- a foot in diameter and, by the time the weapon turned off, more than 1,000 yards in length shot toward the Earth. Traveling at nearly the speed of light, it was gone almost as quick as it appeared.

Valla backed several feet from the window, then called to the AI that ran so much of the ship's operation, "Show me the point at which the weapon struck the planet."

A moment later, on the windows before her, a view of the Pacific appeared on the glass, as if were a big computer screen. Valla commanded, "Zoom ... again!"

In the middle of the ocean, where once had been a North Korean submarine about to launch a nuclear tipped missile at Honolulu, there was now only a big hole in the water ... literally a hole, where the weapon's energy had instantly vaporized millions of gallons of sea water, as well as the sub.

"Admiral," she called again; the man turned back in the hologram. "What effect with the planet suffer."

He turned and chatted quietly with his Aides, then turned back to report, "There will be significant disturbance at the point of effect, My Queen. Millions of gallons of water have been vaporized. The rising cloud will disrupt esther patterns, primarily to the east, for 10, possibly 20 days. There will be a small tsunami, but it shouldn't have too disastrous of an effect."

Valla was relieved; the last thing she wanted was for her saving act for Hawaii to cause destruction and loss of life both there and elsewhere.

"Keep me up to date, Admiral," she said. "Half hour reports to my Aide."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Ten minutes later:

Valla was again sending yet another all-screens message to Earth, explaining that a warship had been threatening the State of Hawaii, that it was destroyed, and that the weapon used was going to cause some minor issues including weather disruptions and a small tsunami.

"At the conclusion of this message," Valla continued, "I will be contacting the leaders of those States which may be affected by this event to see what aide the I can offer. As we are doing in Ukraine and Gaza, we will be providing relief goods and services wherever my actions have deemed them necessary." She smiled wider, adding, "You only need to ask. My service ... the service of the Troyna people is given without strings."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

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[desperado1089]

The Mothership

The uniform had actually fallen fully to the floor, as Gern had already stepped out of his boots. When Paula dropped her panties it was too much. The slit that lay between his legs opened up as a large, throbbing cock emerged, ready to pierce Paula's innermost depths. As if a barrier had been crossed, he stepped close to her and began to run his fingertips gently across her skin. "Your own body art is exquisite," he murmured, the translator on his discarded uniform still working. The proximity of their bodies meant that his cock was sandwiched between his abdomen and hers, as he did his best to memorize every inch of her skin with his hands.

 

[desperado1089]

Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam

Captain Stephen Caldwell, USN swept into the command bunker along with his counterpart, Colonel Jack Albright, USAF, as the chatter and excitement reached a fever pitch. He began barking orders to deploy all available assets to find and destroy any remaining North Korean assets; despite the Troyna taking out their sub, several surface vessels were hauling ass towards Hawaii to try and cause some destruction before themselves being destroyed. President Stephens had already authorized a short-term military intervention; the South Koreans were currently in the process of carefully moving across the DMZ, clearing mines and other barriers, with American assets fighting alongside them. The next several hours would see an emergency session of Congress to formally declare war upon the DPRK; only roughly one-third of both chambers combined voted against, all of them Republicans who were beginning to recover from the 'newness' of the Troyna and whose views aligned more closely with the Human supremacists. The order of battle was to be to target military assets and Party leadership while minimizing civilian deaths, but unlike Russia the discontent against North Korean leadership was not easily discernible to outsiders, so it was assumed that Western forces would not receive help from North Korean civilians and might in fact be actively hindered.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Paula's Quarters aboard the Mothership

~2300 GMT (before the events near Hawaii):

Paula was admiring Gern's perfect, muscular body when suddenly his cock just seemed to emerge from nowhere; the slit from which it came had been hardly noticeable, not like a pussy, whether Human or Troyna. Her eyes widened and her lips spread. It was ... amazing. Dyah had told her that Troyna penises were a very consistent 7 inches in length and 1.5 inches across, but Gern's looked bigger by maybe a half inch or more for each measurement.

Even though both races' males utilized the same general organ for sex, there were obvious differences other than just how they deployed. Gern's cock had a slight upward curve which she assumed had something to do with how it was stored when not in use. That brought up an interesting question which she hadn't thought to ask of Dyah: was the Troyna cock always hard or just when it came out? Did becoming excited cause its emergence? She thought back to late night talk show host Arsenio Hall's catch phrase, Things that make you go 'hmmm'.

There was another difference, too, beyond the fact that it was silver-gray in color: it was smooth as silk, like one of Paula's three dildos in a bedroom drawer at her DC apartment. A similarity, though, was that it did have a bulbous head, like most Human males and the other two dildos at home.

Paula was trying to get up the nerve to step forward and take hold of Gern's manhood when he stepped forward before her. He reached out to trace a fingertip upon her tattoos, as Paula had with his earlier. "Your own body art is exquisite."

"Thank you," she said, smiling at both the compliment and the feel of his finger. Gern's extended index finger was toying upon her skin just beneath her left breast. "It's a butterfly ... and insect that flits about from flower to flower."

Her smile widened. "It's old. I got it when I was just 14. I, um ... I was a bit of a butterfly myself ... flitting around from flower to flower." She the fingertip that had been tracing Gern's own tattoo slip down his front side until the back of her thumb touched his cock. Smiling wider, she grasped his cock, marveling at how simultaneously smooth and warm it felt. She said, "By flowers ... I meant these ... penises."

He moved closer again as Paula released her hold of him and lifted both hands up to his curl behind his neck. She asked, "Do Troyna kiss?"

 

[desperado1089]

Paula's Quarters aboard the Mothership

~2300 GMT (before the events near Hawaii):

Gern actually smirked when she asked if Troyna kiss, and before Paula could think his lips were on hers, his tongue seeking permission to enter her mouth by gently probing her lips. He desperately wanted to be inside her, but he only made that apparent by gently humping her as they stood there; no effort was made to push her back towards the bed or enter her while they both stood there. His fingers dipped between her legs and dragged themselves along her pussy lips, so she would feel some small portion of his own excitement.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: Continues from Alex's last post, #253.)

Outside Alex's Quarters, after the Hawaii incident:

Dyah pressed the icon for the doorbell and waited, getting no response. She repeated, and when she still got no answer, she looked to the Guard and said, "Let me in. I'm on orders."

The Guard tapped the code for the door, which slid open as if they were in an episode of Star Trek. The entire place was dark, but with the opening of the door, the entrance hallway lit up softly. Dyah entered, arrived at what Western Humans would call the living room, and asked, "Alex...? Emissary?"

Dyah looked toward the bedroom door, which was wide open. As she stepped that way, more soft lights illuminated her way. Eventually, at the door to the bedroom, enough illumination hit the bed for her to see that Alex was sleeping, as she'd expected. She stood there for the longest time just watching him sleep.

She couldn't help but let her gaze wander down to his groin. Sleeping on his back, Alex had a bulge there under the blankets, something a Troyna male wouldn't have. Dyah and Paula had had a very detailed conversation about Troyna and Human anatomy, and -- as Paula had a couple of hours earlier in her quarters with Gern -- Dyah was eager to see the differences between those anatomies.

But it was going to have to wait. First, Dyah had heard about the deflowering in which Alex was going to play a part. She couldn't help but be jealous, but she also respected the ceremony. Plus, she knew that she'd get her chance at Alex.

Secondly and more importantly now, though, she had a mission to perform, and she needed his opinion on it. Dyah backed out of the bedroom to the doorway again, saying, "Lights, half bright!"

The bedroom lights slowly rose as ordered; during the process, Alex awoke. Dyah, well lit, smiled and said, "Sorry, Alex. I called your name but..." She paused, then explained, "We've had an incident."

Dyah explained about the North Korean submarine, as well as the Mothership's weapon attack upon it. "South Korean forces are invading North Korea in response. Queen Valla fears that there will be heavy casualties on each side of an uncontrolled battle. The President of South Korea has refused to ... how do you say it, take her call...?

"Queen Valla asked me to ask you two questions," she continued. "Should she intervene ... send our Attack Vessels to disable the war machines with the welder. You know of that weapon, yes?"

She listened to Alex's answer, then continued, "Queen Valla was going to ask President Victoria Stevens whether she wanted the Troyna to intervene, since the United States of America has 30,000 armed personnel there. But she thought she would ask you first ... for your opinion. I think ... I think she's ready to act on your decision and forego speaking to President Stevens.

"The second question is ... if you think we should intervene," Dyah continued, trying but failing to hide a pleased smile, "Would you like to fly Secondary with me ... in an AV?

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Paula's Quarters aboard the Mothership

~2300 GMT (before the events near Hawaii):

Paula parted her lips, pressing her tongue against Gern's as they kissed in a hard and deep French Kiss. Later, when this was all over, she would think on that description, French Kiss, and chuckle. But for now, she just wanted to enjoy the feel of his mouth on hers, his body against hers, and ... oooh, oh God, she thought as Gern's fingers found her wet pussy.

She pulled her arms tighter around his neck, forcing her breasts against his chest as she groaned into his mouth. As Gern found her clitoris, either with or without knowledge of what it was, the pleasure shot through her entire being. Eventually wanting more, she released her hold on him, backed up and pushed against his torso, commanding, "Lie on the bed ... now."

Smiling widely, she asked, "I'm the female ... so you have to do what I say, right?"

 

[desperado1089]

Alex's Quarters aboard the Mothership

Alex answered Dyah's first question with a shake of his head. "It would help reduce casualties, yes. But I am fairly certain that the North Koreans would fight on regardless, with sticks and stones if necessary. And if you turn the welders on American or South Korean war machines, then you can pretty much count on the United States being angry enough to tell you to get lost. So as tempting as flying secondary with you is, my dear Dyah, I don't see how that would happen in a combat situation, at least as of now."

Alex seemed as disheartened by this as Dyah and Queen Valla would surely be. "Their military is...fanatical. I wish it were otherwise, and that they would lay down their arms if they did not have tanks, aircraft or artillery. But that is sadly not the case. If Valla calls the President, she would likely ask for direct military support of the United States and South Korea, and she would have little time for anything else. I'm sure that, once the dust settles and the Kim family is dead or in chains, all parties would probably appreciate Troyna aid in humanitarian efforts. But I really don't see how the Queen's plan to use the welder would end well."

 

[desperado1089]

Paula's Quarters aboard the Mothership

Gern's lips curled into a smile. "Yes, that is the Troyna way, although I believe I will enjoy this much more than the last time I lay with a Troyna female." Without any further ado, he crawled onto the bed and lay on his back. "What do you intend to do to me, Friend Paula?" He used the formal term almost in a mocking way, but it held a touch of endearment as well.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Alex's Quarters aboard the Mothership

Alex recommended staying out of the Korean Peninsula fight before admitting that he'd like to fly with Dyah. She was fine with not getting involved in what was essentially a civil war, but not flying with Alex again was a disappointment.

Dyah glanced again towards Alex's groin, wondering what he wore when he slept. Most Troyna slept in what Humans would call pajamas because -- to conserve energy -- most bedrooms and barracks were kept at a low temperature.

She reminded herself again about the upcoming ceremony, and about how she should leave now. But she couldn't make herself do it, and before she realized what she was doing, Dyah used her toes to push her shoes off, then began pulling down the zipper of her flight suit.

"You are aware," she asked as she reentered the bedroom, "that if a female Troyna requests sexual service from a male of lower or equal class ... which you are ... that that male is required to provide that service ... yes?"

Before he could get a word out, Dyah pushed the flight suit off her shoulders, letting it fall to gather about her ankles before she stepped out if it.

Troyna females didn't wear brassieres because their breasts -- the equivalent to the Western measurement of B-cups -- were forever firm, never suffering the horrors of gravity's wrath from age or breast feeding.

Dyah wasn't going to give Alex an opportunity to deny her and pushed her modest panties off her hips and to her feet, again stepping out of them. The Troyna -- male and female -- grew no hair below their head, so her crotch was bare and smooth.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Paula's Quarters aboard the Mothership

"What do you intend to do to me, Friend Paula?" Gern asked.

She crawled onto the bed with the movement of a stalking cat, moving hand by hand, knee by knee until she pushed her way in between legs that she urged open. Paula sat back, her haunches upon her calves, as she caressed his muscular legs.

When her hands reached his crotch, Paula grasped his hard shaft in both, kneading and stroking its length, both slow and deliberate.

"I now know that your females use their mouths for kissing," Paula purred. "Do they do anything else with their mouths? "

Paula lewdly licked her lips as she eyed Gern's cock.

 

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Alex's Quarters

"Yeah, I'd heard something to that effect," Alex said playfully as Dyah began to undress. He was wearing little more than his boxers and a pair of dog tags; he'd grown up in Minnesota so the cold didn't bother him too much. The bulge she saw in his crotch area was quickly becoming a tent as she shed the last of her clothes and began to approach. He threw off his covers and quickly slid off his boxers to reveal his erection. Unlike the Troyna, Alex had a full body of masculine hair, from his defined pecs down through his navel, to his pubes and down to his feet. His cock stood at seven inches long and just under two across, with full, heavy balls. "Something tells me we're about to go flying anyway. But, there is something I think you should know..." He beckoned Dyah closer and sat up so that he could whisper in her ear. "The Queen might be watching. Do you want her to see this? Perhaps even pleasure herself to it? I think it might be kind of hot, especially since I wanna fuck her too."

 

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Paula's Quarters

To Paula's question, Gern shook his head. "No, they do not," he said, heart racing and breath short. "What do Human females do with their mouths? Are you going to show me?" He desperately hoped she would.