His by Right

by Linda Mooney

  Something tickled around her breast. The sheer panels that made up her shift were moved aside until her entire body was exposed. Then, to her surprise, a hand that was neither hot nor cold, laid atop her belly. It wasn’t until the warm, wet mouth closed over her right nipple that she gasped and involuntarily jerked on her restraints. The clientele either didn’t appear to notice, or didn’t care about her reaction. The mouth continued to tug on her nipple, adding a heavy tongue to lick and tease until she arched her back for more.

  Meredith moaned. She loved having her breasts played with. Although she wasn’t overly abundant in that area, neither was she small. “A good, healthy handful,” was what she’d been told in the past, and she had been pleased.

  A hand grabbed her other breast and began to play with it. Toying with the nipple. Gently squeezing the flesh, then giving it a shake. A second later, the mouth went to the other side, and she felt a jolt of lust shoot straight into her womb. Her inner walls constricted in response.

  Creaming may commence. Oh, God, that feels good!

  The lips suddenly left her breasts, leaving them to pucker as their wetness reacted to the cold. The mouth continued down her belly, softly nuzzling and licking her flesh, as if tasting her, or deciding on which portion to devour first. Warm air puffed over her as the client breathed on her, and at one point, he paused to gather her breasts and give them a final nibble and tug before releasing them.

  She felt her legs being spread, and the client resumed his intimate examination, starting from where he’d left off. But now, from the feel of his mouth, she could tell he was standing between her thighs. He radiated heat to where she could sense him. And when he placed his hands around her pubes, framing her with his fingers, she silently begged for him to take her. To eat her. To bury his face and that incredible tongue inside her, and to taste her there.

  The fingers spread her lower lips, and Meredith felt him dive deep within her. He vibrated as he moaned against her clit, and the tongue danced into her channel, licking, licking, lapping.

  She bucked her hips at the sensation. Men had gone down on her before, but not like this. Maybe a nibble. Maybe a little tongue. But not full-throated, with a mouth muscle that stole her sanity as it move inside her, traveling up to include her turgid clit before exiting. Then back into her, plunging like stiff wood, taking her cream and lapping it up. Repeating it over and over, until she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm coming to life.

  She gasped, and the licking suddenly ceased. “No! No! Don’t stop!” She wriggled her hips again when the fingers spread her once more. This time they dipped into her, two digits, then three. Plunging, rubbing against the inner walls of her channel with rhythmic strokes. Curving upward to where he could reach her G spot. Meredith tried to spread her thighs wider, but the table restricted the movement. If the clientele wanted them wider, he would have to do it.

  “Why don’t you fuck me?” she begged aloud, although she knew the person on the other side wouldn’t hear. He was torturing her sexually, and she was loving every moment. “Why don’t you fuck me!”

  The hand withdrew, and for a second she thought he had heard her. Something hot and hard pressed against her opening. Before she could take another breath, it shoved inside her. At the same time, something caught her clit and began to manipulate it.

  The dick had knobs on it, or some kind of rough bumps. Every time he withdrew it, the knobs raked over the sensitive flesh, firing every nerve ending. The fingers buzzing her clit were moving furiously. By now she no longer had control of her body. He was screwing her to within an inch of her life, and she never wanted it to stop.

  Her orgasm hit her with uncontrollable fury. She screamed and arched her body, but the client held onto her, and the pounding continued. Her release rolled on, never ending, rising higher and higher as she gasped for breath. Her head felt like it would explode. She was on the verge of passing out, but the client never faltered, never lagged. In fact, he seemed to increase his tempo, bending over and grabbing her by the waist as he rammed himself into her.

  Vaguely, she grew aware of him slowing down. There was a moment when she felt his thick length moving on its own inside her, like a muscular contraction, after which he carefully removed it.

  She was exhausted and dotted with perspiration. More importantly, she was fulfilled. The last thing she remembered before she drifted off was a kiss being placed on her belly. Meredith napped with a satisfied smile on her face.

  Chapter Ten

  Beautiful

  When she awoke, she was back in her room. Someone had taken her from the pleasuring rooms and returned her.

  Sitting up, she glanced down at the dark smudges on her inner thighs. She’d been bruised. What does it matter? That was the best fuck of my life!

  Still, she knew she’d have to take care of those marks, which would only become darker with time. No way would future clientele want to see them on their product.

  Rising to her feet, she had to place a hand on the wall to steady herself. Although she knew it was her imagination, she continued to feel him inside her. Meredith cupped herself and shivered as she stuffed her shift into the disposal and slowly made her way to the cleansing chamber.

  Would he come back, she wondered. Was he satisfied with her? She remembered how he’d kissed her. A species that kissed. It was kind of romantic.

  But the way he’d fucked her. The way he held onto her and shoved himself inside her while playing with her clit at the same time.

  Her eyes widened. At the same time? Good Lord, how many hands did he have?

  Hurrying to finish, she dialed up another shift, then left her room to find Gleeth. Her first stop was the lounge, where several products greeted her with congratulations. Meredith gave them a smile.

  “Thanks. Has anyone seen Gleeth?”

  “Not recently,” Veleetee told her.

  “Try exploring the ship again,” F’Orlo suggested.

  It was an excellent idea. She knew how much Gleeth objected to the products wandering about. If she needed to talk to the alien, what better way to get its immediate attention?

  “Do you hear that?” Meredith called out inside the room. “I need some answers, and I want them now! Gleeth?”

  She pivoted and waited for the door to open for her. She knew the creature would answer to her. She didn’t expect it to be this quickly.

  The alien’s skin was turning blue when it faced her. “I do not appreciate you dictating to me,” it snapped. “Kindness and consideration will get you farther.”

  “I’m sorry, but I have several questions.”

  “They could not wait?” The creature gave her once-over from head to toe. “By the way, congratulations on your first orgasm.”

  “Exactly! I thought you said the clientele were not allowed to bring any sort of mechanical enhancement into the pleasuring rooms?”

  “They cannot. Everyone is scanned before being allowed inside.”

  “Then how do you explain what just happened to me? He had both hands on me as he was fucking me, and he had another hand on my clit! What does he have? Three hands?”

  Gleeth tilted its head as the truth hit her. Flushing with embarrassment, Meredith covered her mouth and took a step back.

  Oh, geeze. All this time I’ve been comparing the clients to Earth males. To human males. But these people are not from Earth. He could have had three hands. Or two heads. Or six dicks!

  “I-I’m sorry, Gleeth. It’s hard to think of the clientele as non-human.”

  “Apology accepted.” The alien’s skin was back to its normal purple shade. “What else were you needing, or was that all?”

  “Umm, yeah. Is there any chance he might come back for seconds?”

  “The client was very pleased with your performance. We are currently traveling within his solar system, so, yes, I would say the chances are good he might return.”

  Meredith showed her the marks on her inner thighs. “I need Sedilar, or someone, to
come take care of these bruises.”

  Gleeth bent over to examine the darkening flesh. “Sometimes this happens, especially after an enthusiastic coupling. I will send word to medical. What else?”

  “I need a brush and a razor. A toothbrush and a hairbrush. Please.”

  “Why the brush?”

  “To keep my teeth and mouth clean. To prevent any cavities. And the hairbrush…” She held up a lock of her hair. Whenever she cleaned it, she did her best to comb out the tangles with her fingers, but the effort was mostly wasted once it dried. “For grooming.”

  “You look fine.”

  “But I feel like a mess.”

  “Did you feel like a mess when you were with your latest client?”

  “Well, no.”

  “You look fine,” Gleeth assured her again. “Explain to me now what a razor is.”

  “It’s a cutting tool. It cuts hair.”

  The alien reared back. “You wish to cut your hair?”

  Meredith snorted. “Not here,” she said, holding out the lock again. “I mean under my arms, and my legs, and my…you know.” She pointed to her groin for emphasis. “My hair is growing back, and I need to shave it.”

  “Is this natural?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Are you not a hirsute species?”

  “You mean, hairy? Yeah, we are.”

  “Then what is the problem? You are merely reverting back to your natural state.”

  “But most men don’t like women… Oh, shit. Sorry.” For the second time, Meredith was reminded of the fact that she was equivocating her clients with human Earth males. No wonder Gleeth seemed unconcerned.

  “Besides,” the alien continued, “allowing the products to have items which could seriously injure or kill them is forbidden.”

  I can see your point, Meredith silently concurred. After all, you won’t even let me have a frigging fork or knife. How can I expect you to let me have a razor?

  “What else?” Gleeth inquired.

  “That’s it. Thanks for letting me know Turbo Dick was happy with me.”

  The creature bobbed its head. “You are welcome. Did you sleep well?”

  “Oh, yeah. Like the dead.” In fact, it was the best sleep she’d had since being abducted.

  “If it will make you feel any better, would you like for me to let you know if Terr Boh Deek informs us he would like to take you on as a permanent partner?”

  Meredith felt something leap within her heart, making it feel lighter. She smiled brightly. “Yeah! Would you? Please?”

  A tentacle patted her on the head. “I can do that. In the meantime, go eat. You need to recover your strength.”

  She watched the creature leave, then turned to get something from the dispenser. She had hairy legs and armpits, she was growing a moustache, and her hair could be mistaken for a bird’s nest, yet for the first time in her life, she felt truly beautiful.

  It was amazing what a fantastically satisfying fuck could do for the human spirit.

  Chapter Eleven

  Neeveer

  He sat alone at the bridge of the small transport ship and stared at his hands resting on the controls. The enormity of what he had discovered was beginning to overwhelm him, to the point where he couldn’t grasp the throttles.

  His hands were shaking. The quaking was extending to his chest, until each heartbeat jerked against his ribs and every breath hitched in his lungs. He felt hot and cold at the same time, and the ache in his loins continued to burn through his gut.

  Neeveer bent over the console and buried his face into the crook of one arm. Perspiration rolled over his skin, making his uniform cling to his body. A low moan rumbled in his chest, until it reached his lips to escape as a soft groan.

  “This was to be a moment of relief. A chance for release. Nothing more. Nothing more.” He could barely hear his own words above the sound of the ship’s engines. “Nothing more.”

  I must control myself. Control. I must regain control of myself before I return to the ship. I cannot let anyone know the truth. I cannot allow anyone to believe this trip was anything more than what it appears to be.

  There was a movement out of the corner of his eye. A Dahrre slug ship was oozing to a stop twenty meters away. Ahead, past the landing platform, the universe glittered in the shadow cast by the whoreship.

  He couldn’t stay here. He needed to return to his vessel where he could retreat to his private chambers. He could think there. He could meditate, and allow the wonder of what had happened sink through him.

  He maneuvered the shuttle out into space, where its internal beacon honed onto the mother ship. Once he set the coordinates, he released the controls to allow the little craft to take him back. With his attention no longer needed, he swiveled his seat around to watch the retreating pleasure ship.

  As the distance increased, the more his skin stretched and thinned over his body, as if he was reacting to the length of space coming between them. Between him and…

  Her name. What is her name?

  And origin. Who is she? Where is she from?

  At that moment, he knew he had to go back to her. He had to have her again. If not to confirm what he knew was the truth, but to relish in the miracle that she brought to him. The miracle of her body with his. The miracle his people claimed occurred between true lovers, but one he never believed would happen for him. Never believed it, and therefore never anticipated it.

  Not until now.

  The journey back to the policing vessel seemed to take twice as long to return as it had to reach the whoreship. By the time he docked, he practically pounded the hull door open in order to go to his quarters.

  “Neeveer! We have been waiting for your return.” The assistant tried to keep up with the big man’s long strides down the narrow corridors.

  “Then you will wait longer,” Neeveer gruffly admonished. Brushing the man away, he disappeared inside his chambers and sealed the door behind him.

  Once within the dark room, he collapsed on his bed, gasping for breath and peace of mind. Yet every moment, every stroke and touch he had shared with the woman, continued to play over and over in his mind. His hands remembered her warmth, her softness. Her scent continued to cover his skin. Lifting his fingers to his nostrils, he slowly took in her smell. Her musk. It sent heat racing through his blood, making his body tingle.

  I have to go back. I must taste her again.

  The realization was an absolute.

  Getting to his feet, he left his quarters and headed for the control room.

  *

  Herist glanced up as he entered. “Welcome back. Better rested, I hope.” He gave the commander a smile, which was not returned. The navigator wasn’t surprised. The commander was not known for being jovial.

  “Have we received word of our next mission?” Neeveer’s question was abrupt and all-business. Herist mentally shrugged. Sometimes the commander could be irritating with his gruff demeanor, but there was no denying the man was a brilliant strategist.

  “We have orders to proceed on course for Tars Argello as soon as you returned.”

  Neeveer nodded. “Are we to intervene in their civil war?”

  “We are to be an active presence.”

  The commander grunted. “In other words, we’re to keep their war from expanding outward.”

  Herist didn’t answer. There was no need. These types of missions were common.

  “Are any other ships ordered to assist us?”

  “Four others,” Herist replied.

  “Is there a timeframe?”

  “To how long we are to remain on watch?”

  “No. For our arrival.”

  “We were not given a defining time to arrive.”

  Herist watched as the commander paused in front of the display showing this part of the universe. His attention appeared to be riveted on the tiny blip not far from the image that was their ship. The navigator knew what the blip represented.

  “How long
ago did we receive the order to Tars Argello?”

  Herist checked the scope. “Sixty tarans.”

  “Delay us another two hundred tarans.”

  The navigator gave him a confused look. “Two hundred?”

  “Inform home base we are investigating a small anomaly, which will detain us in reaching Tars Argello.”

  Without explaining his order, the commander abruptly left the control room, nearly running over the young assistant standing on the other side of the doorway.

  Bajud stared in surprise at the retreating figure, then gave Herist a curious look. “Is there an emergency?”

  “He just ordered us to remain on site for another two hundred tarans.”

  “Two hundred? Did he say why?”

  “We’re officially investigating a small anomaly.” The navigator motioned toward the display. “I cannot confirm my suspicions, but he appeared to be engrossed in the location of the whoreship.”

  “He just arrived from there,” Bajud confirmed.

  “Do you believe he’ll return?”

  The assistant glared at him. Although Bajud was beneath him in command, Herist understood why the young man would not appreciate the question. Instead, showing due respect for the navigator’s station, the assistant said no more of the incident.

  But the young man’s silence confirmed what the navigator suspected. Their commander would be returning to the whoreship. An act that was totally unlike the man, and therefore one which worried them.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hieroglyph

  She was in the lounge, listening to Xath-Erac recount a hilarious story about a client who lost his reproductive member before he could use it, when Gleeth entered the lounge.

  “Merry.”

  “What?”

  “Your Terr Boh Deek is waiting for you.”

  Meredith whirled around on her pillow. “So soon?”