The thought occurred to me that Orcag was a sitting duck. We all had on super high-tech suits with enough firepower to take down the entire ship. There were only two guards standing outside the door, and there was no way they could save him before I put a bullet in his head.
Somehow I knew I would never get off a shot. Luckily, the women understood the same.
“What do you think?” He popped a squid in his mouth and slurped it down like an oyster.
“I think this is a hell of a suit,” I said. “Where’d you get it?”
He was surprised by my appreciation. I got the feeling he’d been expecting an attack. “I stole them from the grays,” he said proudly. “Let me introduce you to Jules, who will be aiding you on your mission.”
Did he say Jules? I disengaged the nanosuit and looked at the door expectantly, but it didn’t open.
“Hello, Harry, Ella, Purshia, and Val.” Her voice filled the room, but I didn’t hear it in my head.
“Hello, Jules,” Purshia greeted her happily.
“She will control the nanobots, correct?” Val asked.
“Jules will give you whatever enhancements you require. She will also be watching your vitals to ensure you don’t fry your brain with too many nanococktails.”
“You need not worry about that,” Jules assured us, and it sounded like she was smiling. “I have studied your physiologies, and I know how much your systems can handle.”
“All communication with Jules outside this room will come to you through the nanobots inside you.” Orcag locked eyes with me. “And I will be listening.”
Shit! Did that mean he’d been listening to our conversation in the cell?
Your heart rate just spiked. Jules said in my head. Remain calm, Sheriff. He cannot hear us when we speak directly to each other’s minds.
Thanks, Jules.
Orcag watched me closely.
“Great. When do we begin?” I said.
“We will land on Vlesh in less than an hour. Your luggage has been packed and is waiting for you in the hanger, along with the ship that will take you to the gambling hall.” He pulled a creature that looked like a deshelled turtle toward himself with his nanoarm and promptly bit off its head. Between the disgusting crunching, he added, “Do not fail me, Sheriff.”
“We’ll get your artifact, Captain. Team Warwick always wins.”
We were led to the hanger, where a luxurious little cruiser was waiting for us. The pilot stood beside the ramp leading into the ship. He smiled when we approached. He wasn’t a Sasquatch, like the guards, but pale, smooth-skinned, and looked like a humanoid gecko.
“I will be acting as your chauffer today,” he said jovially and extended a hand. “You can call me Zinrin.”
“Greetings, Zinrin,” said Ella as she strode by, and the little guy’s eyes followed her ass all the way up the ramp.
“Lucky man to have such women,” he noted, and a long tongue shot out and wiggled to taste the air.
“Gross.” Purshia gave him a wide berth as she got on the ship.
“You go first, little creep,” said Val. “I’ll stare at your ass instead.”
“Feisty.” He licked his lips, and his eyes danced.
“Come on, Zin, less talk, more flying.” I walked up the ramp after him, and Val followed me.
We found clothes waiting for us, and after we took off, we changed into our respective outfits. Mine resembled a tuxedo that might have been designed by Prince. It was dark purple and had frilly white cuffs, a pluming white collar that reached the tops of my ears, and slacks that only reached the middle of my calves. A pair of leather clogs came with the outfit, which made me three inches taller.
“This outfit is ridiculous,” I said as I looked down at myself.
The girls wore matching purple gowns a few shades lighter than my suit. They were sleeveless and low cut. Val’s huge breasts were nearly falling out, and she pushed and pulled to keep them confined.
“You look ravishing,” I said, admiring my beauties.
“You look like a prince.” Purshia said, smiling.
“He looks like a used spaceship salesman.” Val shook her head and raised a brow when she beheld my giant clogs.
“It’s a disguise,” said Ella. “Don’t worry, Harry, you look great.”
“I will enable your physical disguises now,” Jules said in our ears.
We stopped talking and waited expectantly. After a few seconds, my skin tingled and turned baby blue.
Purshia cried out in surprise as her fur was replaced by golden feathers, and her bushy orange tail turned into a plume of red, orange, and yellow.
Val grew a short horn out of her forehead and touched it hesitantly, then yipped as a long white tail appeared from beneath her gown. Her skin turned from gold to silver, and her eyes glowed soft white.
Ella’s skin color changed from blue to green, and her hair became white.
“I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable,” Jules said apologetically.
“You turned me into a Snarack!” Val protested.
“It’s just for a little while,” I told her. “You all look great.”
“Buckle up, please.” Zin yelled to us from the cockpit.
We sat and strapped ourselves in. The flight was short and painless. I barely had time to wonder if we’d be served a meal when a green and blue planet appeared on the main viewing screen. My excitement grew as we entered the atmosphere and flew over a tropical ocean toward a large island. A few minutes later, the waterfall and gambling house rose out of the jungle.
Zin flew a circle around the building before landing on an airstrip a quarter mile away. There were perhaps a hundred other spaceships parked there, and the diversity of design made my head spin. Some of the crafts had wings, others looked like straight up flying saucers, and there were some that appeared to be no more than large balls of shimmering light.
“Jules here. How is everyone doing?”
I heard her in my ear, rather than my brain, and reminded myself Orcag was listening. “All good.”
Zin powered down the spaceship and opened the doors. I was the first one out, and a pair of exotic green alien women were waiting to greet us. They wore skimpy pink bikinis that barely held their large breasts. They looked mostly humanoid, except for two long tubular stalks that grew out of the top of their heads and moved around independently of each other.
Purshia purred low in her throat. “I love Zarlinians. Aren’t they so pretty?”
“Greetings, Lord Zed,” they said in unison.
“Hello, ladies.” I sketched a small bow.
They giggled musically, then turned to four little creatures who looked like the house elves from Harry Potter and hissed instructions at them. The little dudes picked up our luggage, and the women gestured for us to follow them.
Ella and Purshia each took an arm, and Val followed us like a smoking hot Amazonian bodyguard—with a horn in the middle of her forehead. It was hard getting used to the girls looking so different, and when we passed a shiny metallic spaceship, I was startled at seeing myself. My blue-skinned reflection was almost comical.
Our hostesses boarded a flat disk that hovered six inches off the ground, and we filed on behind them. Once we were all settled, the disk cruised toward the gambling hall.
The place was hopping, and the number and variety of aliens present was unsettling. If there was an intergalactic Vegas, this was it. The design was a blend of old world pillars and hanging gardens mixed with the elegance of white metal walls and big windows. Swirling stone slabs looked like expensive marble. Giant screens boasted the best odds and prizes in the galaxy. Winners were featured who had made billions in jackpots. The entertainment lineup scrolled across a rainbow-shaped marquee, and I laughed at how incredibly bizarre my life had become.
We were checked in quickly and led along the outskirts of the gaming floor to an elevator. I saw a bunch of aliens playing a game with big red tiles, another that resembled a roulette wheel, and
strange pods where people appeared to be interacting with a VR headset that I assumed were some sort of slot machines.
There were plenty of bells and whistles going off, and the lights reminded me of a rave I’d once been called to in response to an ecstasy overdose.
The elevator stopped on the third floor of the hotel, and our hostesses with the bobbing antennae led us into a tubular hallway that cut right through a tropical reef. Alien fish and freaky ass creatures swam around us.
Purshia purred deeply. “I want to eat one of those blue and yellow ones.”
“Maybe they’ll let us fish in it,” I suggested.
“It is not real,” Val scoffed as though she was not impressed in the slightest. “This place smells of fear and desperation.”
“Do try to act like you’re having a good time,” said Jules.
“Here you are,” said one of the hostesses. “Room 333, extra-large bed, balcony overlooking the waterfall, and a space view once we take off. There is a fully stocked food and cocktail replicator, as well as onsite dining.”
I walked in and let out a long whistle. The room was oval, and the entire outside wall was a window with a dramatic view of the giant waterfall. Orcag might have been an oily dude, but he’d set us up in some pretty nice digs. The white walls melded smoothly into floor and ceiling. A tall aquarium in the middle of the room was filled with dozens of fish, and the surface of the water was on fire. Great effect. I wondered how they did it—hologram? Couches were on the left, and the big bed was smack dab in the center of the large bay window.
The hostesses left us alone, and I checked out the place further. The girls were already going through their luggage, making fun of some outfits and gasping in delight at others. From the big window I saw figures at the bottom of the waterfall. They appeared to be mermaid-like creatures, and they looked like they were having a grand ol’ time.
“Orcag wants you to hurry and settle in. Your game reservation is scheduled for fifteen minutes after takeoff,” said Jules.
“When is takeoff?” Val asked and eyed me seductively.
“In twenty minutes.”
“Roger that,” I replied.
“I do not understand what a roger is,” said Jules.
“Sorry. It means affirmative.”
“Twenty minutes,” said Val, who removed her clothes on her way to the big bed. “Come, Harry, let’s finish what we started.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I tore off my clothes, and Val crawled across the bed toward me.
“Hey, Jules?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“Can you turn off our camouflage for a little while?”
“Why?”
“Can you or not?”
“I can.”
My skin tingled and changed back to normal. Val’s skin returned to its normal golden sheen, and the horn disappeared from her forehead.
“That’s better.” I leapt on the bed and tackled Val, who fell back with a laugh.
“Aren’t they so sexy?” Purshia said with a dreamy sigh.
“Maybe we want to play too,” said Ella.
“You’ve had your fun with Harry.” Val moaned as I sucked on her golden nipples. “Now it’s my turn.”
She rolled on top of me and rubbed her wet slit back and forth over my cock.
She guided it to her entrance. “Fuck me like the warrior you are. Ravish me. Give me your hot, steaming lo—”
I thrust into her and took her breath away. She clung to me and moaned, her breath hot against my neck. Her hair smelled like flowers, and her breath was minty fresh. As first her tight pussy kept me from going all the way, but she relaxed and pulled me closer, and I slid deeper until we were pressed tightly together.
I rolled her over, grabbed her ankles, and threw them over my shoulder. She let out a naughty giggle, which soon turned to urgent moans as I pumped faster. Never in my life have I been able to give a woman everything I had, and the sensation was amazing. Her pussy was like a furnace, and her soft inner walls squeezed my shaft.
“Yes, Harry! Yes! I’m going to come!”
Val grabbed my ass with two hands and pulled me into her as far as I could go. She held me there and cried out in ecstasy as I ground against her hot mound. Her orgasm seemed to have no end, and her hot snatch got wetter with every thrust.
When she let out a long, final moan of satisfaction, I pulled out of her and rolled her over.
“You want to take me from behind?” she said, wiggling her luscious ass in my face and teasingly crawling away from me. “Only a true warrior can have such a prize.”
I heard Purshia giggle, and noticed that she and Ella were watching from the couch and caressing each other.
The visual made my cock even harder, and I pursued Val across the bed like a horny lion. When I caught her I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back firmly but gently.
”Mm,” she moaned. “I like it rough.”
I pulled her hair harder, and she arched her back and took in a shocked breath. Her ass was twice as wide as my hips. It was plump but toned, and jiggled when I slapped it.
“Harry, you brute!” she said breathlessly.
I slapped it again and rubbed the head of my cock around her swollen pussy lips. “You like that?” I rubbed the head on her clit.
The question was rhetorical. I know she liked it and didn’t waste breath answering me. I pulled her hips back until I was as deep as I could go, then pounded her like an oil rig piston. I didn’t have any nanobot bonuses enabled, but my stamina and speed were still higher than they’d been on Earth. I fucked her so hard and fast, I thought the friction would start a fire.
“By the moons,” Val panted. “You fuck me so good. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”
I growled like a bear as I got close. I pulled her head back and kissed her. When my orgasm hit, I grabbed those big beautiful tits and buried myself as deep as I could go.
We cried out as we came together, our voices echoing in the lavish room in a chorus of primal pleasure.
I collapsed beside her on the bed and tried to catch my breath. “Wow, that was amazing.”
“You are amazing.” Val kissed me passionately and snuggled up to me.
“You two are so cute,” Purshia said with a sigh as Ella kissed her neck.
“Aren’t you two supposed to be getting ready?” I asked with a laugh.
She shrugged. “How could I look away from something so yummy?”
“I must remind you that you have reservations,” said Jules. She sounded amused.
I put the purple suit back on, because all the clothes that had been packed for me looked like they came from a glam rocker’s closet, and I was in disguise anyway, so what did I care what I looked like?
“Come on, ladies,” I said five minutes later. Purshia was trying to squeeze into a tight dress that clung to her body like a lover, and Ella was pulling long lace stockings up past her knees. I caught a glimpse of her green ass and liked what I saw.
“I look like a green-skinned Belth’Klek,” she said when she noticed me watching her.
“I have no idea what a Belth’Klek is, but they must be beautiful creatures,” I offered.
The room suddenly shook, then there was a loud rumble and the unmistakable sound of an engine firing up. We all ran to the window and watched as we blasted off from the cliff.
“Wow,” was all I could say as the world sped away from us.
We broke out of the atmosphere, and the blue sky slowly transitioned to black space. Stars blazed to life, and a blue moon appeared in the distance.
“What a view.” Ella slid an arm around me and kissed my cheek.
“I’ll say.”
“It’s time,” Jules said in our ears.
“All right, ladies, you ready to take down the house?”
“What does that mean?” Val frowned.
“I’ll show you. Just stick with me ladies, and you can ride my coattails right to the top.”
I sauntered to the
bar with my girls on my arms, feeling like Hugh Heffner in his prime, and boy did we turn heads. There were about a hundred different types of aliens there. Some were stranger than the weirdest shit at the bottom of Earth’s oceans, and others were humanoid and gorgeous. Unfortunately, the former were more prominent.
Thanks to the nanobots, our metallic right arms appeared no different than our left, but it felt good knowing I could summon a weapon if need be.
You must not do that, Harry. Under no circumstances should you discharge your nanoarm in this place.
I jumped when Jules spoke, and Ella looked at me strangely. I don’t plan on it, I mentally replied. And would you mind not reading my friggin’ mind? It’s fucking creepy.
I am monitoring the situation.
Yeah well, I don’t need you in there, rifling through my memories and shit.
Trust me, Sheriff. I have no wish to dive into the depths of your mind.
What the hell does that mean?
“Harry? What would you like to drink?” Ella was waiting for my reply. They all were, even the tall, stone-skinned bartender.
I scanned the holoscreen above the bar. “What’s a Supernova Grinder?”
“It is a fruity blend of Xaric wine, poro lengels from Barsk, and—”
“You wouldn’t happen to have whiskey would you?”
Words like that will give you away as a human to keen ears, Jules warned. The grays have spies everywhere.
“What’s that?” I asked and pointed at a dark amber bottle behind him.
“That is fifteen-year-old Gelgon Fellings Vodskey.”
“Can I get a taste?”
“Of course, sir.” He poured a little into a crystal glass and slid it across the bar.
I sniffed it. It smelled like bourbon. I tossed the drink back and closed my eyes as the smooth liquid slid down my throat like silk. “Damn, that’s good,” I said, enjoying the warmth in my gut. “Give me one on ice, and don’t be stingy.”
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