Species 75621-H

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Read along and enjoy as Sienna and I spin our tale

Exploration, searching for the unknown expanding our knowledge of the universe about us, to colonize, to spread the enlightenment of our perfect civilization to lesser beings had always been a driving force of my species. Cultural exchanges, alliances where made, common threats dealt with. For the last 130 years a growing threat had developed in a small star system, this backward species slowly almost diabolically, began to spread out claiming new territories, colonizing, until a fateful day when they made first contact the Kule Fae Ta. This backwards species fired on their diplomatic mission plunging over half the know universe into a colonial war of expansion. Titanic battles raged across the star systems. The Kule Fae Ta relentlessly pushing the barbarians back towards their own pitiful home system culminating in the battle of The Line. The Kule Fae Ta had the final victory with in their grasps when suddenly, without explanation, they approached this barbaric race with an offer of a truce.

An uneasy peace settled upon the stellar systems, a series of mammoth space stations where built to monitor this uneasy peace, Omega 13 located at the very edge of the known universe was one such station. It was to this station that I was ordered, it was on Omega 13 that I had my first contact with Species 75621-H. I am Ja Harde’ of the First Circle, Cornel of the Rapture Legion, military aid to Ambassador Tulone. On my first meeting with Species 75621-H I found myself both festinated and repelled by them They where in fact Humanoid as the “H” of their designation indicated in size and build they where very similar to us. They did not have the smooth, multiple colored skin of my people no soft browns, greens and yellow, the skin was a pale pink, their lips fuller than are with a reddish hue to them, most intriguing of all at first glance was that the tops of their heads covered with hair, unlike the smooth scales that covered mine, this must be a decided disadvantage in hand to hand combat.

I sat in my Office just off the living quarters I had been assigned to lost in the mundane work that came with a diplomatic assignment when I was suddenly reminded that I was to meet the Liaison Officer to our delegation, I wondered if I in fact could work with a member of Species 75621-H.

 

[Sienna]

Dassa Jolaise...

I arrived at the base, Omega13 expecting to find more humanoids of the same species as I was. Unfortunately this wayward base was filled with a collection of “people” from all over the known Galactic Union. Not something I really wanted, because these “other” alien species gave me the creeps.

Once I settled down in my cabin I met the person I was assigned to. He, a male of his species, came to greet me. An almost cold blooded man with scaled greenish skin that looked so similar to the lowly reptilian creatures back on my home planet of Sol Three. He spoke the common Galactic language, which I understood fluently. But his slurring voice began to send shivers down my spine immediately.

“I am so pleased to meet you Dassa Jolaise.” He bowed slightly. “I am going to look forwards to working with you so much.”

“Likewise I’m sure. And you can call me Das, as it makes life more easier all around.” I replied. I couldn’t tell if this person was smiling or not. His face shown very little of his emotions. And I got the same feelings about me, from him too. “I hope you are going to explain a few things to me, like what you require of me while I’m here, as this is my first mission away from home. My species seems to have lost touch with things of this nature and I personally wish to see things go according to plan.”

He looked at me with what I assumed was a blank expression. At first he said nothing, and that sort of tallied with the information I was given regarding these creatures. “Can I ask a question?” I said, trying to break the silence that had suddenly developed. “Am I the only one here on this station from my world?”

 

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Ja Harde’

Dassa Jolaise was her name, a female of her species, a female, what a strange species 75621-H was. We would never consider assigning one of our cherished women to such a position in such a remote area, yet tolerance was a necessity if we where to understand these backward barbarians. Though this pink skin tried to hide her emotions I detected the repulsion as we exchanged the functionary politeness’ that was the stock and trade of a diplomatic mission. The rise in her body temperature had betrayed what her calm features endeavored to hide.

“Likewise I’m sure. And you can call me Das, as it makes life more easier all around.”

Dassa Jolaise voice was smooth, fluid, like the heat that radiated from her body, it lacked the docile, soothing, hiss of my own people’s speech patterns. My features remained passive, eyes alert, and my tongue flicked out sampling the air, her sent, her emotions, that where carried on the air by her fermions.

“I hope you are going to explain a few things to me, like what you require of me while I’m here, as this is my first mission away from home. My species seems to have lost touch with things of this nature and I personally wish to see things go according to plan.”

Her eyes where alert, yet she did not take advantage of her other sensory abilities, not once did her tongue emerge to sample the air. How very strange., perhaps species 75621-H lacked this most rudimentary of skills.

“Can I ask a question?”

Dassa Jolaise seemed the need to break the solitude of silence. It appeared that conversation was a necessity for her.

“Am I the only one here on this station from my world?”

“Das there are approximately 20 of your species that will be assigned to Omega 13, besides your diplomatic mission. As for you duties you have been assigned to the Military Exploration and Intelligence division. The division is made up of 20 two men sections. Each section will be composed of a pilot and a weapons / intelligence officer. To future understanding, trust, and cooperation. No section will be composed of members of the same species. You have been assigned as my pilot.”

Even as I spoke I studied Dassa Jolaise her form the curve of her torso, the fit of her uniform, and found despite the pinkness of her skin, the heat that radiated from her that in a strange way she was attractive.

“Das report to ‘C” deck readiness, and draw your flight gear, then report to ready room 3 for mission briefing.”

Then as an after thought I added.

“Ja Harde’…….you may call me Ja Harde’ most out worlders can not pronounce our family names, so we seldom use them.”

I wondered if the form fitting flight suit would cause Das distress for some species had found them scandalous .

“Das, one more thing, I have revived your service record naturally, but tell me in your own words what led you to put in for this assignment. You seem quite young for such an assignment.”

I fear that curiosity about alien species has always led them to become sort of a hobby of mine, and this warm blooded pink skin peeked that curiosity

 

[Sienna]

Das...

I saluted Ja Harde’ as he left my cabin, and began to think about my duties. Atleast my skills as a fully trained pilot were going to be used and that was something positive in my opinion. I just wondered if this mission was going to be right for me as I looked around the cabin. First of all I was raised in the belief of never to trust any others that did not resemble us closely. Ja Harde’ would have been considered as enemy a few years ago. That was before the Kule Fae truce and one of the reasons why I was assigned to Omega13.

I tested the bunk for comfort and found it to be adequate. Then I emptied my short stay items from my utility bag and set them on top of the small cabinet beside the bunk. Next thing I needed to do was report to ‘C’ deck and then the briefing, but not before my shower.

The bathroom facilities were in another part of the cabin. Inside I discovered that Omega13 did not cater well for humans. The shower did not use water, which I was accustomed to; instead it used ultra-violet rays, which left your skin grubby and unclean, making use of natural de-scaling which was more appropriate for these reptilian types who built the station. I wanted to feel clean and fresh and only my soap and water would do that for me. Then I saw what was considered to be the toilet. It looked similar to the ones on Sol Three, so atleast that side of things appeared normal, for now.

Once I was “beamed” clean I replaced the tight fitting flight suit and tidied my hair by bunching it back into a pony-tail and then headed for ‘C’ deck as ordered. This time I left the suit loose, allowing my body to breathe a little considering I had to let my own skin clean itself over the next few days. But atleast I was free of any alien bacteria, which might have been lurking around the base.

 

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The new Ranger Explores of the Galactic Union filtered in to Ready Room 3 “C” deck. They where a cross section of the union, Das the pink skinned human female of Sol Three, there where Amine from Trice Prime there tentacles undulating, Norwaine’s of the their pale ice blue skin and white frost like hair, Solaria’s living fire contained in their obsidian armor, Raptures like myself, yes members of all the star systems and galaxies that made up the Galactic Union where represented.

“Ranger Explores you have been chosen by your respective peoples for a highly classified Mission.”

A murmur swept the ready room for until this moment the nature of their assignment had been kept secret. One could not betray what one did not know.

“SILENCE!........... I will now turn the briefing over to Aluria Dawning of the Kule Fae Ta”

Aluria Dawning floated into the room her pale complexion, and sinuous from spoke of grace and beauty yet the look in her eyes was determined and showed the iron of her race that had so dominated the Galactic Union.

“First of all I would like to welcome Dassa Jolaise of Sol Three the newest member of the Galactic Union. As I am sure you are aware of until recently Kule Fae Ta and Sol Three where at war many have wondered why a truce was so hastily negotiated, that reason is about to be reveled to you now.”

The tension that filled the briefing room was palatable all eyes turned to Aluria Dawning.

“ Intelligence indicates in the reaches of uncharted space an evil menace that was driven from the realms of sentient beings is gathering to attack, they are known as the Ohmber Warriors, shadow warriors, they are pure evil.”

Again Pro Console Aluria Dawning of the Kule Fae Ta passed letting the import of her words strike home.

Your assignments to your respective sections has been based on the animosity that your races have for each other, animosity that you must overcome if we are to succeed in our mission. Pilots you have been selected for your skill, weapons / intelligence officers you for your cunning. You are to find the Ohmber Warriors, assess their capabilities and report back. You will pose as galactic traders.

The briefing over I collected Das and escorted her to the hanger bay and her new ship JX 5972. a well worn and rather beat up star destroyer.

“Well Das this will be are home for the next two years.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

I looked at the ship. It was one of “theirs” a Rapture built stellar-class fighter, re-built as a trader vessel as most of the surviving ones were. “Well Das this will be our home for two years.” Ja said. I turned and looked at him and I could swear he had a grin on his reptilian face. Those yellow eyes were kind of cute though I thought…but only slightly.

“Two years? But I never expected this mission to last more than a few Sol months.”

“Well, we are going to be traders you and I. We have to act as traders too in every sense. Live as partners aboard our vessel here. Knowing of course of the real mission at hand. I suggest we relax into that role now, don’t you?”

I listened to what he had to say and carefully digested it word for word. And it was clear to me that I had to do this as my assigned duty. But I would have really liked Ja to be atleast human and then the stark reality was made even clearer as his long tongue extended from his mouth touching the side of my face and then it retracted back into his mouth. I stepped back in shock. “What was that for?” I asked.

“I am sorry if that disturbed you Das. It is a way in which my species seal our friendship. We taste each other. Maybe you could familiarise me with one of your customs Das?”

“Excuse me? I don’t really think that’s necessary.” I replied, thinking it had to be some kind of joke. His scaly skin was a little repulsive and I didn’t really want to touch him that much…well not unless I had to.

“But as your commander…I am ordering you to do so.” He said. And I am sure he was grinning in his own way and I suppose an order was an order. I reached out my hand to shake his. “Oh no, I am already familiar with that one Das. Show me something more affectionate. Like what your males and females do.”

I looked at him thinking about his suggestion. He was certainly trying to get familiar all right, especially with me, personally. “I don’t think…”

“A kiss…yes a kiss I think you humans call it. I would like you to kiss me.”

 

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“A kiss…yes a kiss I think you humans call it. I would like you to kiss me.”

I could not resist putting Das on the spot, for I had noticed the way that my little pink skin had recoiled from a simple Rapture greeting.

“I have done some research and I do believe I have the basic concept.”

My voice was detached as I teased her. Slowly I stepped closer till my body pressed against hers. My smooth skin, devoid of any hair, a soothing moistness to it. I wonder if Das was shocked, for most humans believe that Raptures where slimy. Despite our physical resemblance to them, their ancient horrors, from the long past mists of time still persisted.I fond the warmth of her body sensually seductive. My thin lips hovered a breath away from Das’s. Slowly I pressed them to her firm ripe fleshy lips and surprisingly did not find them repulsive but rather pleasing. My forked tongue flicker across their smooth moist surface, the ridge of her even white teeth, to slip within her mouth. What a delightful taste her mouth held ,vaguely reminiscent of Norwaine summer wine cool refreshing but with the hint of firry Solarian brandy.”

Slowly our lips parted, my pale golden reptilian eyes holding her clear, pale, round human eyes.

“Partners Das?”

My eyes still held hers as a silence lingered between us.

“Well perhaps you should get familiar with her.”

My voice a low husky hiss.

“I do believe she is a new type for you.”

Again silence

“ You’ll find your uniform in your Cabin, as you can surmise from the briefing the standard Galactic Union uniform is not an option”

Waiting Dassa Jolaise in the tiny cabin was her new uniform and it most definitely was not standard issue. I consisted of mid thigh high leather boots, as short mail shit low cut that would come only to an inch or so above the boots with one meager strap over her right shoulder and a matching mail collar for voice coms and system interface.

Mine was not much better tight leather trousers, and high boots, a mail shirt, and leather jerkin. The overall effect of their attire gave the appearance of the freebooters that plied their questionable trade on the fringes of the Galactic Union. Their only loyalty dictated by the highest bidder.

Yet the memory of Das’s kissed played at the edges of Ja Harde’s mind, and he wondered what Dassa Jolaise would look like with out her uniform.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

I leaned in to kiss Ja, closing my eyes tightly. But, then I felt a strange tingle surge through my body as his tongue lashed gently along my lips and then into my mouth. I opened my eyes wide with surprise, not expecting such a sensation as that. Afterwards I pulled away and the sensations stopped, leaving me quite calm. I smiled, still trying to work out why that happened? It felt like I was kissing Karlo, my lover back on Sol Three. But this time it was a little more different…I am sure I felt a tingling orgasmic sensation…atleast that was what I assumed it was. But not quite sure?

Aboard the ship I looked at the scanty clothing I had to wear… basic Galactic Union trader-wear and not something I would choose myself. But then I was on a mission and Ja was in charge, so no arguments, I had to go for it come what may.

I began to strip out of the tight one-piece coverall, standard military issue for the base I suppose. Underneath I was naked apart from my utility briefs. Ja watched me with his wide yellow eyes as I stood before him. “What’s up? You never saw a naked human before?” I asked. I let my hair loose and shuck it. “Well?”

Ja turned away and began to remove his uniform as I watched. These reptilians were really gross. Every single part of their body was covered with scaled skin. But he hid his sexy bits from me. He must have been embarrassed. I knew what these Raptures had and it was nothing different really to what us humans had. The Creator was very clever, he built most of us the same. However, I had no idea whether it would do the same things or could be used for inter-breeding. That was definitely a no no on Sol Three and totally forbidden.

As Ja got dressed with his back to me I dressed to. Then he turned to me, held out his arms and said:
“Now we are ready. You look very charming Das…very delectable.”

“Ok, so why do you get to wear more?” I asked.

“Ah…yes… Rapture women… they always wear less than us males. It’s a culture thing. I am sure you will get used to it. You suit it well.”

“But I’m not Rapture. I am a human. Can you explain further? That is if I am permitted to ask?”

“Of course you are permitted to ask Das. You are to be one of my wives.”

“Excuse me?!”

I was not expecting to hear that. Infact, I don’t think I wanted to hear that.

 

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The warm expanse of Das’s soft warm pink skin had a certain attraction to me. It was so foreign, a textural treat we Raptures seldom had the opportunity to enjoy. Of course I was familiar with the legends concerning the females of Sol Three that they thought of them selves as the equals to their males in all things and even engaged in sexual copulation for the sheer joy of it.

“What’s up? You never saw a naked human before?”

Das’s voice was soft, warm, very much like her delicate pink skin, whose hue seemed to deepen as my eyes unblinkingly studied her.

“Well?”

“ Das I must admit that you are the first of your species that I have seen in a natural state of undress.”

For some unknown reason my comment seemed to deepen the hue of her silken skin to a crimson hue. Wishing not to embarrasses Dassa Jolaise further I turned to change my own uniform, I had heard the snickered comments among other that had served with Species 75621-H that their males where not well endowed and capable of only one orgasm before requiring rest. It was only by the grace of the Creator that such a weak species could have survived. They seemed so fragile yet in the case of Das it seemed to be most attractive, and there was that sweet rush of fermions she had emitted when we kissed, and the noticeable rise in her body temperature as well

I explained to Das some of the cultural differences between Raptures and humans in an attempt to answer her questions on the reason for her scanty uniform.

“But I’m not Rapture. I am a human. Can you explain further? That is if I am permitted to ask?”

“Of course you are permitted to ask Das. You are to be one of my wives.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Well a course Das we Raptures are a very sexual and sensual race and would have a concubine as our pilots to meet our needs on such a long mission, and as a humane it would explain why I am an outlaw freebooter, for we are not know to intermix with other species.”

I paused to see if Das understood.


“I am afraid that it means that I would need to know some personal details about your sexual preferences and………..”

My voice trailed off as I tried to find the right words.

“Das your head is covered with fine silken reddish gold hair is your……..”

Again I fumbled with the words but continued.

“Is your Venus Mound covered with the same fine hair or is it of a different color, or is it bare like Rapture females?”

My face was impassive.

" Pherhaps I should feel it to make sure."

My hand rested on her silken thigh as my fingers moved beneth the hlem of Das's uniform

 

[Sienna]

Das...

I was stunned at some of the things Ja explained to me about his culture. So it seemed that I was to be a concubine cum pilot. And in a way that began to interest me. I always wanted to know how these freebooters lived their lives.

Ja began to touch my hair. “Das your head is covered with fine silken reddish gold hair is your…” He paused and looked down at my breasts and further… “Is your Venus Mound covered with the same fine hair or is it of a different colour, or is it bare like Rapture females?” I looked at him again feeling this amazing tingle rush through me.

It seemed that every time he came close enough or even touched me I would begin to…get those feelings. Then I felt his bony finger touching my thigh…the talon-like nail grew longer, but it gently touched my skin. I leaned back against one of the consoles and watched as he continued to probe beneath my uniform and touch the point were my utility briefs met the top of my thigh.

“Would you let me feel or look?” he asked. At that point I was overcome with sensations, unable to speak. “Allow me to remove your briefs Das…please?” I leaned further back against the console, sitting with my legs on either side of his hips. Then his hands began to grip the waistband and slowly pull at my briefs.

I looked at him and I was thinking, “Why am I letting him do this?” Strangely I wanted him to continue, but then I put my hand on his chest and I whispered…”Ja, please stop…don’t do this…not now.”

 

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“Allow me to remove your briefs Das…please?”

Dassa Jolaise leaned further back against the console; her sculptured legs encased in the form fitting thigh high boots sitting where nestled around my hips, a position most beneficial for mating. My talon fingers gripped the waistband of Das’s issue briefs slowly easing the garment down over the swell of her tips the talons gently rasping across Das’s soft pink skin.

I bathed in the white hot heat that radiated from Das, the air heavy with her fragrance, her fermions so deliciously sweet, my tongue darting to savor them. Her wide clear eyes where glazed in what appeared to be sexual longing, a far away look as her ripe lips parted the tip of her tongue sliding across them, a low moan escaped those lips. Suddenly Das hands where pushing at my chest her voice a husky whisper

”Ja, please stop…don’t do this…not now.”

Dassa Jolaise flushed scarlet as my taloned fingers trailed across the fine downy fleece of her “Venus Mound” the tip of one just grazing her clitoris. I continued to slide her issued briefs down her sculptured legs and tossed them aside.

“Very well Das as you wish, I see that you do hair covering your “Venus Mound” though it is much finer, softer, Das.”

My voice a soft hiss, my yellow rapture eyes almost hypnotic. As my gaze held Das’s soft sea blue-green eyes.

“Rapture women do not wear briefs normal but leather thongs.”


I watched as Das’s mouth “O” ed in apparent shock, the sight of that perfect “O’ her lips formed had a decided and I fear noticeable reaction.

“ Das you had better become familiar with my anatomy for as my concubine we would have been intimate and if question you would need to convince your questioner that we are what we appear to be. .......Das what are your sexual preferences”

My gaze held Das her legs still wrapped about my waist.

“Das remember our mission we are both officers in the Galactic Union.”

But in truth I felt nothing like maintaining the distance or the professionalism that statement implied for I longed to feel Das’s warm body next to mine again to feel her touch in a very unprofessional way.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

Thongs? They were worn once by the women on Sol Three…but outlawed by the Lesbianist Movement many centuries ago. It was now forbidden to wear such items of clothing. But here on this mission, maybe not I thought. Afterall I was supposed to be a Rapture’s wife.

Ja kept on looking at my vaginal flower. I think he found it fascinating and although I wanted to get on with getting this ship off the base and the mission underway…that feeling he induced into me was still making me feel…hot.

“ Das you had better become familiar with my anatomy for as my concubine we would have been intimate and if questioned you would need to convince your questioner that we are what we appear to be...Das what are your sexual preferences”

I looked at him and smiled. What he was doing with his fingers seemed pleasant enough right there and then. I lay back against the console and thought about it. It was true, I had to get in the act of things for this mission to work and as yet I was not the Galaxies most prolific pretender by far.

“Ok…do you know how to pleasure a human female without using your own sexual parts?” I asked.

“Would my tongue be considered a sexual part on Sol Three Das?” he asked. Of course a human tongue would have its uses and that I can testify. And I knew that his tongue did have some very special uses regarding sexual pleasuring. Was it a trick question I wondered?

“Ok…show me what your tongue can do.” I said returning him an inviting grin. No sooner had I said it he began to open his mouth, lean in closer to my open flower and let it dart into my vagina.

Oh it felt so weird yet so nice!! And I watched as it snaked deeper into me very very slowly. “Oh my…that feels so good!” I gasped. He couldn’t speak and so continued rasping deeper into me as far up inside as he could…It felt so good! I wanted more of it! And then he retracted and flicked his tongue back into his mouth tasting me.

“Mmmm Das…my first encounter. And may I say…you humans are so delicious.”

I lay back and smiled. But I hoped his comment referred to my sex and not to his wanting to eat me alive!

 

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Das’s initial fright seemed to wane as my talon flitted across her clitoris and a bemused sensual smile creased her succulent lips, her warm soft body melting back into the console, and her scarlet blush fading to a most delightful pink glow that covered her from the tip of her little upturned nose.

“Ok…do you know how to pleasure a human female without using your own sexual parts?”

Sexual parts hummm what a clinical term I wonder what exactly the females of Sol Three considered sexual parts, for we Raptures consider any part of our anatomy that brought sensual pleasure in that very broad undefined category.

“Would my tongue be considered a sexual part on Sol Three Das?”

Das’s response was a breathy whisper as her tongue once more slid across her full lower lip.

“Ok…show me what your tongue can do.”

Her only response inviting grin. My tongue again flickered across Das’s inner thigh, lightly dancing across her warm silken flesh, the first tease of Das’s soft rose pedal flower only left me hungering for more, slowly each pass of my tongue cleaved deeper into Dassa Jolaise’s moist warm and inviting sex. Her taste so foreign so delightful that I hungrily feasted on her accepting each pearl dew drop of her nectar. Wantonly my tongue worked feverously to increase her nectar’s flow.

“Oh my…that feels so good!”

Ensign Jolaise gasped. As she settled yet deeper into the console her thigh parting further allowing me greater access to the banquet her body was providing me.

“Mmmm Das…my first encounter,……and may I say……..you humans are so delicious.”

A look of deep concerned seemed to fill Das’s eyes for a moment, till my tongue snaked even deeper into her vagina. And there in that moist, sweet silken perfection It found on small illusive rough patch, which intrigued me. The tip of my forked tongue flittered across it like a swimmer’s kick, a strap gasp from Das, the upwards arch of her youthful hips seemed to indicate that she enjoyed the sensation. I redoubled my exploration and stimulation of this spot till Das’s body was quivering, her soft moans and gasps music to my ears, then her body exploded in a rush of sweet nectar her athletic thighs clamping around my head. After several more similar rushes I slowly lifted my head my eyes meeting hers.

“Is that what you had in mind Das?........ Did it please you?”

Then a quizzical look spread across my face that must seem so alien to her.

“Das it appears that I know something of what please you, yet you seem reluctant to explore my anatomy…. Tell me how do the women of Sol Three pleas their men with their mouth and tongues?”

 

[Sienna]

Dassa Jolaire...

Ja began to use his reptilian forked tongue once more and this time he used it to stimulate my pleasure spot, my sensitive bud and each rasp of that tongue instilled so much pleasure through me I eventually yielded to him, squeezing my legs tightly over his shoulders. I began to lament, stretching my arms out until I released. And to be honest, it had to be one of the most amazingly powerful orgasmic climaxes I had ever had in my entire life until then.

“Is that what you had in mind Das…did it please you?” he asked as I was returning back to my normal senses, feeling the orgasm wane gently. I stretched and opened my eyes to look at him, then smiled.

“Mmmm…yesss…it was fantastic.” I replied. But I noticed Ja step back and look at me strangely. His kinds were so difficult to read regarding expressions. I wondered if I had displeased him in some way? Was my release something he had not expected?

“Das it appears that I know something of what pleases you, yet you seem reluctant to explore my anatomy. Tell me how do the women of Sol Three please their men with their mouth and tongues?”

I sat up and looked at him. I could not believe that this Rapture had just given me fantastic oral sex and I let him do it. But now, it was my turn to show him some intimate affection. I pulled him closer between my legs. I run my fingers sensually down his uniform onto his belt fastener and looking at him straight in those yellow expectant eyes, I unclasped the belt and opened his pants to feel inside.

“I need to see what you have Ja.” I said. And I soon found out. I could feel a throbbing nub in my fingers no larger than an acorn. I began to feel it in my fingertips and suddenly his tongue began to lash, gently licking against my face. Then as I explored further I could feel it growing as the tip of the nub began to extend. A soft dampness coated my fingers and palm. I had to look at what I was doing and I pushed him back slightly so that I could see.

His rapture cock was still extending…a yellow penis unfolding from the green scaly nub, oozing with what I could only guess was pre-cum. Not only was it extending it was also swelling in girth giving off a sweet aroma that tantalised my nostrils. Once more I got those strange sensations running through my body. I found it hard to control myself and I started to lick my fingers, tasting his pre-cum and savouring its sweetness. I wanted more…it irresistibly gorgeous…more potent than a human male’s pre-cum.

 

[cgraven]

Jolaire Ensign Dassa was the most delicious female that I had ever tasted and the intensity of her orgasms seemed to lend truth to the legends that the females of Species 75621-H where highly desirable sexual partners. I vaguely wondered if the rest of the legend was true as well in that they could be most pleasurable aggressive in pleasing those they mated with.

However these idle thoughts where soon driven from my mind as Das sat her sea blue green eyes softly glowing with pleasure, Slowly Das’s pulled me towards her. My senses alive as her delicate fingers sensually rand down my body, Das’s fingers working lose my belt, her eyes never leaving mine, a teasing erotic glint playing in them. The warmth of her hands most arousing as she unclasped the belt and opened them, tentatively reaching inside to feel me for the first time.

“I need to see what you have Ja.”

The gentle massaging of Das’s fingers lit a passion in me that I had never experienced before. Under the young beauty’s I began to uncoil, swell in anticipation of what was to come my tongue flicking out to savor Das’s delicate taste again. It caressed Das’s face in a slow seductive manner, flitting to her earlobe. I could never have believed the sensation that bolted through my being as the tip of Das’s tongue darted out to lick my Rapture sex organ. A soft mewing escaped her lips, her hair brushed my thighs and I gasped, it was so soft so erotic.

Ummmmmmm Das I like this!!!!!....... No need to be shy……………Enjoy”

My taloned hands gentlly caressed Das’s firry tresses. I waited in anticipation to see what Das would do next.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

That taste of him on my fingers was too much to resist. I had to go down on him…I did not care about him being alien to me anymore…the urge was too powerful…he had that certain ‘force’ about him that made me feel so good about what was happening.

I leaned forward taking his cock into my mouth and gently sucked. Then I swallowed him deeper, just like I always did with my human lovers. Ja was no different, apart from that intoxicating taste of his. If this is what Rapture females enjoyed then I was honoured to take part in it myself.

“OK Ja…take off those pants…lets get this thing going!” I said excitedly. “I want to blow your balls off…” Then I realised, he had no balls??

“Balls?”

“Er…well…” I replied smiling. “Maybe not…but that doesn’t matter. Please take off your uniform…everything…I want you naked!”

“And perhaps you will do the same for me Das?” he replied as he began to strip. His reptilian cock, not much different to a human cock in many ways, except for its yellow hues and that amazing liquor that was oozing from it, waved stiffly in front of me. I obliged likewise and stripped off my upper uniform rendering me as naked as the day I was born. “I like your breasts…they are so soft. May I touch them?”

I pulled a chair closer and whilst still sitting on the console I demanded he rest one leg upon it so that I could take his cock in my hand and blow it more easily. Ja obliged and I let him caress my breasts as I stroked, sucked and licked. And like all human males he began to react to my oral ministrations, moaning and jerking gently with every stroke of my hand, lips and tongue.

Then it happened. He gave out a wailing screech that made me look up to his face, and no sooner had he done that I became drenched instantly with his creamy cum. Not your normal human male quantity…but lots more…as it gushed in my face, hair and upper torso. It took my breath away, and I began to splutter.

 

[cgraven]

Much to my delight I found the legends did not do Das justice when she was aroused. She was pleasingly aggressive and complying with her wishes was a joy I feasted on the firm supple flesh of her breasts, suckling one of her taunt nipples as the tip of a taloned finger toyed with the other. Her mouth was hot moist and heavenly, the pleasure that the young Ensign was giving me was beyond anything I had experienced yet. When I climaxed Das seemed surprise, my essence coated her face, breasts, and hair. My eyes smiled in to hers.

“I believe you have a saying waste not want not Das.”

I cradled her in my arms remaining close till her breathing indicated that she slept. I woke Das several hours later. And extended my hand to her.

“Das come, I have something to show you,… a special modification to the ship.”

I led Das to the aft compartment where I had the dry dock crew install a Sol Three shower.

“I thought that this would make the mission easier for you Das. When your finish takes the controls and familiarizes your self with the ship.”

 

[Sienna]

Das...

It was so strange! I looked up at Ja as I found myself coated with his cum. My eyes began to feel heavy and a different calming sensation overcame me. I slipped into his arms almost paralysed from head to toe, and slowly I could hear his voice repeating those words, “waste not want not…” over and over until I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

The next thing I remember, Ja was waking me up. I was on a bunk, naked and feeling very grubby. His cum had dried on my skin and there was a rancid sour stench that was indicative of what we had been involved in earlier.

“Das come, I have something to show you, a special modification to the ship.” He held out his scaly hand and I took it, following him. I was still trying to regain my conscious state. I felt as if a phaser on sting mode had zapped me. Very slowly I came around and we stood looking into one of the ships aft compartments. He stood behind me running his taloned finger gently over my butt and whispered…”Look my Das…look what I have for you…”

My eyes focused upon a sight I thought I would never see for a long time…a shower unit…with refreshing water sprinklers. And it felt so good to see it.

“I thought that this would make the mission easier for you Das. When you have finished, you can take the controls and familiarizes your self with the ship.”

I heard what he said, but my first instinct was to do what came natural. I dashed inside the shower unit, turned on the warm refreshing spray of water, let it cover my body with its soothing caress from each drop of water and it felt so good…so relaxing…nothing else in the Galaxy mattered to me anymore. I was happy…so very happy…Mmmmmmmmm.

 

[cgraven]

Dassa Jolaire seemed so happy with her shower as she pranced about in the warm spray, her hands caressing her supple body, massaging her breast, I was festinated with the way little droplets of waster tricked down her silken tresses, to hang suspended for a moment before dropping, her firry downy fleece looked so inviting. As I felt my own body responding to the vision of Das bathing I decided it would be prudent to depart less my sensual nature and erotic attract for this most delectable example of Species 75621-H became irresistible.

Ensign Dassa Jolaire reported to the bridge freshly showered all pink and glowing. I wondered if she would find the control systems of JX 5972 to her liking. The pilot of a Rapture stellar-class fighter where quite different than those of a Sol three ship. The pilot became one with the ship and the ship became one with the pilot, and because of the peculiar interface device of the stellar-class fighter female pilots found it more comfortable than male pilots, hence the reason for the short skirts of the Rapture females and their lack of under garments.

“Das take your seat.”

As she did so I clipped the lead of the coms device to her mail collar. With this task completed the control stick eased up between Das’s legs nudging her soft rose pedal labia.

“Das relax and take in the control stick so you can become one with the ship.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

Ja plugged me in and the control stick nudged up against my groin fitting snug against my flower. This time I had removed my underwear so that I could assume the fem-pilot position on these Rapture class ships. They were designed for fem-pilots mainly, but the reason for that close contact in such a private and intimate area was not necessary for human females. Apparently the Rapture females can sense things through their clitoris, which helps to navigate. Strange species these Raptures, as I was beginning to find out. I had to feel what they felt…but unfortunately it didn’t work out that way.

“Do you feel the ship Das?” Ja asked. “Can you sense the oneness?”

“Er…not really Ja. But I can feel the usual…I mean…” I looked at him. I’m sure he was grinning at me. “Ja, never mind…lets just carry on shall we?” I smiled.

He familiarised me with most of the adapted controls. And then I was confident enough to take the bird off for a practice spin around the base. I got my clearance from control and waited for the hangar portal to open fully, giving me the green lights…ready for manoeuvre.

I depressed the auto-power button and slowly the ship raised and then moved gradually forward. Once we were safely clear of the portal and in open space I depressed the auto-navigation button and suddenly I felt a huge rush through my pelvis. “Oh my god!!”

“Das, what is the matter?”

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I screamed.

I could feel the control stick melding with my sensorium, via my clitoris. I was somewhere between space and…total ecstasy! It was vibrating my clitoris like a Magellanic Dildo, sending me into a wild uncontrolled frenzy. This isn’t supposed to happen! I was being sexually aroused by a freaking trader ship!!

 

[cgraven]

There was a mild look of surprise on Das’s face as she engaged the systems I talked her through the initial phases of the preflight check off..

“Er…not really Ja. But I can feel the usual…I mean…”

Das Jolaire mumbled her reply as she blushed the most delightful shade of crimson.

Ja, never mind…lets just carry on shall we?”

A contented little smile played at the corners of Das’s mouth. She was indeed despite her age an accomplished pilot for within moments of clearing the landing dock we where at full impulse power.

“Oh my god!!”……..“Das, what is the matter?”.......... “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

We continued to accelerate as Das’s orgasm built and I knew that she was not ready to go to warp speed yet.

“Das you must not cum………..Ensign Jolaire you must not cum yet, the engines are still cold and will not take the hyper jump. The containment field will fail and we will be nothing but star dust.”

My voice for the first time took on the air of command. This ship but more importantly Das and her safety where my responsibility.

“Ensign Jolaire YOU WILL NOT CUM TELL I TELL YOU!”

My voice soften to the old familiar soothing hiss.

“Das you're doing great, the engines are almost up to temp………… hang in there Das almost ready just a bit longer.”

I monitored the engines performance and watched the
anti-matter stream ease back from the red line, their fluctuation steady, and return to normal parameters.

“Das you may cum now.”

The ship rocketed into hyper jump and reached warp 8.5. The control stick eased forward engagig Das and settled to a slow humming, pistoning action.

“Das I am quite impressed as a new pilot seldom can get more than warp 5 out of a new ship… I think Jace I mean JX 5972 likes you.”

 

[Sienna]

Das and the Jace Blinglinger connection...

I listened to Ja’s voice carefully as the ship took over my senses. This was something completely new to me. Yet I could not stop myself thinking…how freaking imaginative! A ship that is controlled by orgasms? Amazing!!

I sat with my groin locked to the control stick; my hands gripping the console attached and just let it do what it was doing. But I started to breathe deeply, controlling it and riding it until Ja commanded me to…cum.

I held my breathe, flung back my head and let out an amazingly loud cry as I released and at the same time I could see almost immediately the power of the ships engines increasing thrust into warp drive. Together, the ship and I…came?

The control stick began to shudder until it slowly eased, bringing me slowly down and levelling its warp speed to a steady 8.5

“Das I am quite impressed. A new pilot can seldom reach more than warp 5. I think Jace… I mean JX 5972 likes you.”

Still buzzing on my new experience, I turned to Ja and looked at him. “Jace?”

“Oh yes I forgot to mention. I called this ship Jace. It’s a name I thought you might appreciate.”

Sure I appreciated it…not. For that was my first ever fuck-buddy four years ago. Jace Blinglinger was really handsome and gorgeous, but unfortunately not good enough in the erotic art of making love. And I was totally disappointed, it being my first time and all with someone else.

“Why did you use Jace’s name?”

“Because on the profile I received from Sol Three Personnel Command it said that someone called Jace had a rather virginal experience with you. I thought naming this ship after that person would please you…for old time sake.”

I slowly came down, leaving a calm and relaxed contented feeling through my body. But I hated Ja for what he had just told me…infact…I don’t think he could ever understand how much I really did hate him. But I was chilled out and feeling good and I began to realise that it was not his fault. The poor creature was just trying to be nice to me.

“Ja?”

“Yes Das?”

“I forgive you.”

 

[cgraven]

“Das I am sorry that I have offended you. As I said your personnel file, indicated the name might please you and the ships interface is known as Joined Articulated Command Element”

There was a prolonged silence which became quite awkward.

“Das the way the inter face works I am sure that you can appreciate why our pilot are female. Most male pilots do not get quite the same results from the ship, as a matter of fact we find, with rare exceptions, the results quite sluggish and strained”

Again a prolonged silence fell over the bridge as Das relaxed from the initial effects of going to hyper jump and warp.

“Das we will now go from normal cruising into battle configuration. Most systems are voice recognition initiated. For example to raise shields simply speak the command. The flight configuration and the shield management are the pilot’s responsibility, sensors and weapons deployment the weapons / intelligence officer’s as well as damage control”

My fingers lightly danced over the system control orbs.

“Run battle simulation intercept protocol Alpha 13.”

The control orbs actuation buds began immediately became taunt.

“ Das hostile target bearing red niner one, their offensive weapons coming on line…….Ensign bring shields on line.”

Das Jolaire voice was clear, crisp, and professional.

Shield up

From the sides of Das’s console the shield control monitors extended to cup her breasts the molded metal cups gently vibrating.

“Das now concentrate and bring shield strength to full while dropping from warp to full impulse for combat maneuvering, remember to watch you shield strength. And just think your maneuvers the ship will respond.”


At Das’s command the JACE interface eased out her sweet downy pussy to the impulse position, its tip barely touching her clitoris vibrating a maximum cycles for full impulse, the shied controllers kneading Das’s firm breasts.

 

[Sienna]

Das...

The ship did everything I thought of. This was not only an amazing ship, but also a really super amazing system that responded to my mind and body. The sexual significance of it all became much clearer to me. The Rapture female pilots must get some great turn on out of the act of aggression.

We moved closer to the hostile target and then it fired three phaser bolts at us. The metal cups, squeezing my breasts suddenly tightened and when the bolts hit the shields…one…two and then three…the bolts were deflected instantly back towards the target.

“Who are they!?” I called out. Ja was too busy celebrating the moment by rubbing his hands and making that horrible shrieking noise I assumed to be laughter. “Ja…who are they?”

The target exploded into a trillion pieces. Whoever they were, they were certainly no more. “Well done Das…well done! Alpha 13…battle simulation. This is fun!”

Ok, so I was being put through some really heavy training as I locked the ship on another target. Shields up…and once again deflecting their fire back to them blowing them out of existence. It was a game and I was beginning to forget the sexual feedback from the controls very quickly. I was taking on the Rapture female psyche with Ja’s helpful instructions

 

[cgraven]

“Who are they………… “Ja…who are they?”

Das’s voice seemed to be a bit agitated had she not realized that this was a training program?

“Well done Das…well done! Alpha 13…battle simulation. This is fun!”

I all ways felt an exhilaration when the Tactical Weapons Attack Transmitter, TWAT, engaged the soft moist sulking of the unit quite pleasing yet this time only thoughts of Das’s sweet succulent mouth and tongue came to mind. I found my fingers caressing the control orbs and their taunt little buttons and fantasizing about Das’s pert firm little breasts and nipples and pondering what it would be like to breed the delightful little female from Sol Three.

DAMN I had forgot that when both Das and I where connected to the systems that are minds and thoughts where open to each other., yet perhaps she had not noticed as she was new to the ship and seemed to have all her attention focused on the simulated battle problem. My finger danced over the control orbs increasing the realism, and difficulty level to maximum. Instead of the hostiles coming at us one at a time they came in a coordinated three ship attack.

“Das hostiles bearing Red 15, 00, and green 15 two star fighters Foxtrot class, one Cruiser tango class, cruiser bears 00. taking Star fighters on with pulsar phased cannons, Lay an intercept course for the cruiser, close to 2,000 standard Galactic units for launch of Rapture Long Lance Solar strike torpedoes. I’ll try to keep the fighters off us the Cruiser is the primary target, watch your shields.”

Ensign Das Jolaire started a text book run a Cruiser with fighter escort.

“Das forget the text book fly by the seat of your pants feel the ship.”

The fighters had already responded to Das’s initial maneuver. Utilizing linked control fire they targeted our forward shields the hit rocked us and the shields fell to 65% strength, and the wound to the shields feed back to Das as if some one had just pinched her nipples. As the shields stabilized that hard pinching sensation gave way to a gentle tugging, massaging of Das’s taunt little buds, the molded cups kneading her breasts stimulating them in an effort to repair the damaged shields. My young Sol Three beauty was learning that she was part of JX 5972 and what happened to the ship was felt by her, for we where in fact truly joined to JX 5972 and she to us.

“Steady Das,…………….. watch shield strength…………………. Steady, steady………. Torpedoes away, break right dive go to hyper jump.”

My orders came in a clear steady stream directly from my mind to Das’s without the usual hiss of my spoken voice patterns.