“What I want is the knife Larten gave me,” I shot back. “For the flower and then you two. You all need your stamens trimmed. What a couple of jerks. I do not want to be pollinated.”
“Too late,” Betra said, still laughing it up. “Why do you think the water in this area has such a gold color?”
“Are you serious?” I spluttered. “Get me out of here.”
As Oses got each limb loose, I waved it around to avoid re-capture while he freed the rest of me. At last I shook free and swam out of range of the fornicating flowers. The two idiots I’d come with grinned up at me.
“If you think you’re getting laid after that, think again,” I told them.
Actually I did appreciate the prank. If I’d been the one to play it, I’d be laughing as hard as those two goons. It had been a good one. I wanted them to make it up to me though. Being made up to is always good. I waited to see what they’d come up with to do so.
Oses said, “It was Betra’s idea, if that gets me out of trouble. Here, let me punish him for you.”
With that, the Nobek suddenly turned on my liaison. He grabbed Betra and shoved him down towards a few of the cattail-looking reeds that bunched close to my amorous posy.
The long leaves of the tuber plant shot towards the falling Imdiko, snagging him much the way the flower petals had captured me. His surprised yelp rang out. The velvety cattail moved towards him.
My mouth dropped open. Oh hell, were all the plants on this planet horny for humanoids? That cattail was a hell of a lot bigger than the flower’s stamen too. With Betra’s dislike of anything remotely penis-like near his ass...
Then the cattail opened up, becoming a hollow cylinder. It attached itself to Betra’s primary cock, enclosing it. The next cry out of my liaison was not one of horror.
He did sound mad though. “Oses, you asshole! You did that so you could have Shalia to yourself!”
The Nobek was laughing again. He swam up to me to watch Betra struggle weakly against the plant, which – and I am not lying – seemed to be giving the Imdiko a blowjob.
“It won’t stop until he, ahem, fertilizes it,” Oses choked between guffaws. “It does the same thing to the Chamelkos. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Other creatures’ semen triggers the atabetin’s fertilization response, which allows them to seed the water and propagate the species.”
I watched Betra give up and let the plant have its way with him. His sighs were a bit disgruntled. “This planet is fucking weird,” I opined. “Do you like that sort of thing?”
Oses shrugged. “Like Betra said, willing partners and no demands. It has its points.”
Kalquorians take open mindedness to new levels. As for me, I’m not touching another plant on Alneusia. I’ll stick to good ol’ humanoid sex, thank you. That gets crazy enough for me.
Oses diverted me from thoughts of wayward foliage by pulling me close to his body. Betra’s strengthening moans fed our ardor as we touched each other, our limbs twining together in the water. The Imdiko made a soft complaint. “No fair. You get Shalia and I’m stuck with this stupid plant.”
“That was the idea,” Oses smirked. His hands cupped my ass as he swam us over the trapped man, letting Betra see us naked and ready to fuck.
Whatever the Kalquorian natural lubricant is made of, it doesn’t easily wash away. Oses slipped inside me with little effort, both cocks finding their mark. We groaned in unison. Betra groaned too, getting the full view from his position among the ferns and tubers. A moment later, he made a cry that told me that he’d given the atabetin tuber what it wanted.
Oses is a talented man. Somehow he managed to do most the swimming while simultaneously fucking me. How he could kick his legs at the same time he thrust took some seriously good coordination. Every time I tried to do both, I threw off our rhythm. So I concentrated on moving against him and letting him do all the piloting.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, moving up and down his torso. My hard nipples rubbed deliciously up and down his chest. I rode up and down, greeting his thrusts, feeling him filling me full. In the water, I was able to tilt myself easily, trying out different angles to see where the friction felt best.
We floated all over. Sometimes the surface of the water was behind Oses, the sunlight throwing his dark body into silhouette. Sometimes we were upside down, laughing to have the earth overhead and our feet pointed at the sky. Sometimes Oses set us to twirling, our hair streaming in the wake as we slowly whirled.
I became aware at some point that Betra was loose and taping our play with my vid recorder. He swam about us, catching us from every possible angle. I was glad he seemed none the worse for wear from his erotic encounter with the plant life. I guess his homophobia doesn’t extend to vegetable matter.
It seemed I wasn’t done with my own adventures with Alneusian nature. I started to find myself settling on a downy surface, which moved beneath me. Again came the caress of giant flower petals around wrists and ankles. I struggled beneath Oses.
“What are you doing? Let me up,” I insisted.
“Settle down,” the Nobek said, leering at me from overhead. “I’ve already filled the spots it wants. Just relax. Let it hold you while I enjoy what it can’t have.”
“No tricks,” I said after thinking about it for a moment. The flower was quite comfy for laying on.
“No tricks,” Oses agreed. “I won’t let it have its way with you.”
That settled, I nestled in the amazing velvet softness of the flower. It wrapped me up and gently tugged my arms and legs wide. I was spread beneath Oses now, helpless as he enjoyed me and Betra filmed it.
He arranged himself so that he was slightly raised, allowing the flower’s fifth petal to stroke up and down my torso while he fucked me. He kept himself in place by gripping my hips. His groin swung back and forth, thrusting into me, taking me hard and strong.
Betra floated above us, capturing everything: the flower holding me down, stroking me with the softest touch I’d ever known, and Oses fucking my lax body. It sounds strange, but it was amazing. Two of the stamens writhed about, searching fruitlessly for somewhere to go. I had an idea where the third was, but if Oses didn’t mind, who was I to judge?
Besides, he’d found the spot within, the bit in the front of my sex that sent electrical pulses as his cock rubbed hard against it. Oses moved against it, faster and harder with each stroke, his animal grunts exciting me even more. He moved in tighter, his lower abdomen grinding against my clit. Sparks flew, caught, smoldered for a few seconds, and then burst into flame. I cried out, straining against him. The blaze suffused me, setting me alight.
I was fire, burning in water. A cloud of golden dust glittered about us as Oses emitted a drawn-out groan. He pulsed, releasing into the molten heart of me.
The flower’s petals slipped away, setting me free. Oses and I, still joined, slowly floated up and away from the forest.
Betra swam up to us, no longer shooting vid. “Well, we all had fun. Sort of.” He gave Oses a grouchy pout.
The Nobek stroked his arms in a wide, lazy arc. “I’m sure a youngling like you has already recovered. I have an idea.”
“I hope it’s better than your last one.”
Oses snickered before turning his back to me. He took the vid recorder from Betra. “Let’s go for a swim. Shalia, hold onto my shoulders. Betra, I think you can figure out what to do.”
Hoping no more plant involvement was in the offing, I laid hold of those beefy shoulders. Oses swam well above the ocean floor parallel to the shore, letting me see the strange creatures that I supposed passed for fish on Alneusia. Most were long and eel-like, but the colorful inhabitants were beautiful in their own way. Nothing seemed dangerous ... no Shalia-eating monsters, in other words. I said as much.
“The Alneusians keep the larger creatures away with water-permeable barriers,” Oses told me. “We are completely safe in this area.”
That was nice to hear. I settled in to enjoy the tour of the stunn
ing rock formations, rippling sand, odd and fantastical plant life, and amazing sea creatures that scuttled, darted, and swam beneath us.
Betra’s hands closing on my hips took me out of tourist mode. I looked over my shoulder to see him swimming just above me, a smile on his lips. Something hot and hard slide over my ass crack.
“Whatever will your plant girlfriend think?” I teased.
“She meant nothing to me,” Betra winked. “It’s you who I’d rather have.”
“What a line. You’ve been around Earthers too long, Betra.”
He laughed. I shook my head and went back to looking at the passing scenery. I spread my legs in invitation as Oses towed us both.
Betra wasted no time entering, his larger cock filling my back end perfectly. His secondary unerringly found that sweet spot that had lit me up minutes before. I felt all the blood rushing to fill me there, swelling me, making me tight and increasing the pleasure. Good glory, it was amazing. Enthralling. Fantastical. I rode Oses like a porpoise while Betra clung, fucking me as we went. They’d promised me an experience, and the two men were sure as hell delivering.
The ocean’s bottom blurred and became unimportant as Betra moved within me. The friction against my G-spot was insane. My pussy and ass clenched instinctively to heighten my pleasure. Betra groaned in response and moved faster. My eyes damned near crossed to feel him like that.
I somehow held tight onto Oses, who kept swimming as if he towed fucking people all the time. I moaned as the man above me slid in and out, taking me as we coasted through the water.
“Can you hold on with just one hand?” Betra asked, his voice coming between pants. “I want you to play with your clit while I fuck you. I want you to come for me.”
“Wrap your arm around my neck, Shalia,” Oses said.
I did so, keeping my arm as low as possible so I wouldn’t choke him. Betra kept the steady pace of screwing me while I adjusted. My senses centered on the feeling of his thicknesses moving through my tight channels. I reached for my clit.
I groaned aloud at my own touch. My fingers slid on either side of that swollen nubbin. They came in contact with Betra’s cock pistoning in and out my pussy. Feeling him there like that, his shaft pumping in and out of me, made me even more excited. I could feel myself getting close.
“Almost,” I whimpered. “Oh my gosh, Betra. Oh, I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, holding tight to me and whipsawing his hips as if to win some race. “Come for me. Do it. Do it.”
He chanted ‘do it’ in time to his thrusts, pounding into me like he would shatter my body with his cocks. I closed in on climax fast with his urging. It welled up inside me, a monstrous bubble of need. It burst, and I felt like I might disintegrate from its force.
My channels flexed, milking Betra, demanding he surrender to me in turn. He did, his body jerking and bumping against mine as it poured release. He hugged me close, shoving in as tight as he could, crying out anew with each pulse.
When I came out of my orgasm-fog, Oses was no longer beneath me. I’m not sure when I let him go. With Betra on top of me, I was drifting slowly down to the sea floor, heading for a patch of dark, rippling sand. Tiny startled sea creatures zoomed away from our approach.
I kicked weakly. Betra let me go, his depleted shafts slipping out of me. We slowly swam upright, looking about until we saw Oses a few feet away, recording our return to consciousness with the vid.
“I only caught the end of that,” he said. “I know you’d like a better souvenir to remember this trip by. Let me know when you two are ready to go again.”
Was he kidding? No, of course not. Believe me, we made and recorded memories to last the three of us several lifetimes. If the Alneusians wanted plenty of research material of an Earther and two Kalquorians getting it on underwater, they got it.
Tep couldn’t complain I wasn’t relaxed when I returned to the transport. Feru had to have been satisfied too. I slept the entire way on the shuttle, woke up long enough to check on Anrel who was doing fine, and then went right back to sleep. With a smile on my face.
July 29
Tep commed me first thing this morning to come in and talk to him. I sat in his office, a small utilitarian space, as we conferred about Anrel’s situation.
“I’ve gone over and over the surgery for correcting Anrel’s heart valve defect,” Tep said. “And I’m confident that using the Soln hive’s procedure will work. Best of all, using the nanobots will mean there is little danger to her.”
“You think it’s worth the bit of risk that is present then?” I asked.
He nodded. “Correcting the defect will get her off the machines. We can start to wean her from Isolation within a couple of days.” He smiled, his lean face handsome with the expression. I could tell he was excited by the opportunity.
I was hopeful to see him so confident that this would put Anrel back on the path to health. “You see no real harm coming from this?”
Tep shook his long ponytail back. “Shalia, there is always a chance of something going wrong. But the odds of that in this particular case are negligible. With all the Soln’s expertise and the knowledge I myself have gained studying Anrel, I couldn’t be more sure that this is the route we should take.”
I trust Tep. The man has yet to let me down. I know he would never take anything to do with my baby’s welfare lightly. For him to be that secure means it’s as sure a thing as it will ever get.
That didn’t stop my heart from speeding into overdrive as I said, “Okay. Set it up and do it.”
“I thought you might say that, so I’ve scheduled the procedure for this afternoon,” Tep said. “Get your group together for emotional support.”
“But you more or less said I have nothing to worry about,” I teased in a weak voice.
“I know you, young lady. Besides, what mother wouldn’t be nervous over her baby having surgery?” Tep gave me his gentlest smile. “She will be all right, Shalia. I swear it to you on my and all my ancestors’ honor.”
I had to hug him. He’d saved Anrel from the It despite horrific odds. He could handle this as well.
I still paced as long as my strength would allow me to during the surgery as I waited in a small consultation room in Medical. Betra made sure to be there for me. Oses was on duty, but we were to com him as soon as we knew Anrel had come through all right. Candy and Nobek Ama were there, as was Katrina. Her beau Dr. Ret stuck his head in from time to time to see how we were and to re-assure us that the procedure seemed to be going fine.
To distract myself when I got too tired to walk the floor any longer, I sat next to Katrina with Candy on the other side of me. The two women held my hands, lending me the support I needed so badly. After apologizing for not keeping up on what I knew to be important to Katrina, I asked her about her family.
She smiled, the expression grateful but a little too wan for my liking. “They had hoped to go to Mercy Colony, but it’s already getting crowded. They may end up taking residence on a planet Joshada offered for Earther use that is within their system. My kids are also considering going to a moon located within the Galactic Council’s space.”
“Both of those would put them within a few days’ travel to Kalquor,” I noted. That seemed to be pretty good news.
Katrina surprised me by looking glum. “I know.”
It was Candy who cleared up the mystery. “Katrina has a couple of concerns. Now that she knows her family is alive, she is considering going to the colony they choose to be close to them.”
“Oh.” I saw the ramifications. “So that would mean not staying with Clan Wotref.”
Katrina bit her lip. “They’re in space most of the time anyway. However, they have talked of retiring in five years or so.”
“You could stay near your family until then,” I said. “If that’s what you want.”
“It could be an option,” Katrina said. “The thing is, I haven’t told my children I’m involved with a clan yet. They do
n’t even know I’m heading for Kalquor. They assumed I was heading for an Earther colony, and I didn’t correct them.”
I blinked at that. Then I got a bad feeling.
“You don’t think they’ll approve,” I guessed.
Katrina hunched a little. “My son, while not a fanatic, is a believer in the Church. He thinks sex outside of marriage is a sin. He also has no love for Kalquorians, whom he says humans should not breed with because it is not God’s plan.”
“Oh boy,” I breathed.
She nodded. “Matthew did not support executions for those who had extramarital sex. He thought the idea of Kalquorians being actual demons from Hell was preposterous. But the beliefs he does hold, he is committed to. I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out I am seeing and considering joining Wotref’s clan.”
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