“You like my agitator?” he purred, kissing her ear. “It can do more than just tease your special nub.”
“I don’t care if it makes toast,” she murmured. “I just love what it’s doing now.”
“If you continue to fondle that way, something wonderful will happen.”
“It will?”
“There is something very special my agitator can do, something I’m unable to control. Would you like to experience it?”
“Uh, I don’t know, would I?”
“I think you would,” he purred. “I’m going to enter you, but keep massaging the membrane just as you are.”
His member lightly tickled, then slid out of its protective pouch and filled her channel, eliciting a grateful moan. Its stroking felt very different to the thrusting of a man’s penis, yet it offered greater sensations. She closed her eyes as it gently rubbed her inner walls, shooting glorious sparks through her sex, and no longer feeling hesitant about touching the coil squeezing her clit, she swirled her finger around it.
“My agitator is about to grow, and when it does, move your hand away.”
She could already feel it; the membrane was expanding.
“What’s happening?” she breathed as it began to envelop her clit. “What’s it doing?”
“You’ll know in a minute,” he said, panting slightly, pressing his chest against her back and holding her tightly.
“Valodar, something is… oh… it’s buzzing.”
“Mmm, such a divine feeling,” he sighed. “Sink into it, let it take you away.”
The membrane covering her button had grown warm and was softly vibrating, the gentle humming increasing and decreasing in seductive waves.
“You can feel it?” she asked. “You can feel it all the way inside me?”
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, “and it now has us in its power. It will bring us to the edge, then slowly taper away, and continue to torment us until we are both gasping for release.”
“You really can’t control it?” she asked, feeling the intensity of the vibrations escalating.
“No, it will build our orgasms of its own accord.”
“But I can feel my climax already approaching,” she gasped, “it is… oooh… nooo…”
“You see? It brought you along, then dwindled. It certainly wouldn’t allow you to reach your apex so soon.”
“This is unbelievable,” she moaned, touching it with her fingers. “Can I urge it to do more by rubbing it?”
“It will make no difference. We are now its prisoners. It won’t release your clit until you have had your moment, and that will take a while.”
“A while? How long is a while? It really won’t release me? Are you saying, I’m trapped?”
“We are trapped,” he purred, kissing his way across her neck. “My passionate agitator is now glued to your knob. You must surrender to the euphoria it offers if you want it to set you free.”
“This is so bizarre, but it feels so good,” she moaned. “So incredibly good.”
“It harnesses my power, and it teaches you to yield.”
“Ooh, it’s heaven.”
“No more talking now, Ellie. Give in to the joy, feel the tingling of my fingertips on your nipples, and my injector massaging your inner walls, then sink into the agitator. Let everything sweep you away.”
His words cloaked her, and she gave in, letting her body submerge itself into the engulfing joy. As the thin film enveloping her clit sent its glorious buzzing waves, sometimes strong, sometimes soft and gentle, Valodar’s member kept pace, thrusting with force, then backing off. His electric fingers stayed in time, tantalizing her nipples and breasts, then tenderly kneading as his thrusts and the agitator’s pulse waned.
She was lost in a sea of sensation, and how long the divine decadence continued she had no idea. The sounds of Valodar’s deep groans and low murmurs reached her ears, her moans often uniting with his. Never had she been built up to such a height, and she was sure, when at last she was allowed to orgasm, she’d never survive the explosion. Once again it was drawing close. Would the agitator release them this time? Was it about to happen… at last… at long last…?
“I think,” she stammered. “Valodar… is it?”
Before he could answer, she felt a surge of tingling, and sucking in the air, she held it. Now? Was it now?
Seconds later the first convulsion rippled through her, and she shrieked out her explosive energy. Fire-filled rockets erupted through her brain, her body became as stiff as steel, and his injector, pumping like a piston, felt huge inside her. Her pussy began to throb, and her ecstatic cries echoed through the room. Over and over again her entire body shuddered and pulsed, and only when the violent orgasm began to subside did the membrane release her, shrinking away, and uncoiling itself from her precious button.
* * *
Valodar usually felt restless lying in bed just for the sake of it, but with Ellie at his side, he found himself never wanting to leave. Her body was soft and warm, and she clung to him so ardently he felt if he left her, it would be cruel. It was true that Earth females were temperamental, difficult, and emotional, but he didn’t care. He admired her spice, and adored her sweet vulnerability. Feeling her serenity, he was loath to tell her about the Sparians, but it was unavoidable. Gently brushing a rogue strand of hair from her face, he watched a frown cross her brow as her eyelids fluttered open.
“Gosh, I was totally out of it,” she said groggily. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A while.”
“How do you manage without clocks and watches? I’d be absolutely lost.”
“It’s a bit complicated. I’ll do my best to explain it later.”
“What happened, was that real?”
“My agitator? Of course.”
“Do Xan females have the same, uh, physical characteristics as human females?”
“Not exactly, but close enough.”
“I think I’m sorry I asked that question,” she remarked, yawning as she curled against him. “I’m not sure I want to know.”
“If you ever do—”
“I’ll tell you,” she mumbled, interrupting him. “I think I want to lie here with you forever.”
“I quite agree,” he sighed, “but I must find Endolin.”
“Ugh. Did you have to mention her?”
“I need to get to the bottom of things, but don’t worry, she will be dealt with.”
“I have the feeling justice here is swift.”
“It is, but it is also fair, and until I know all the facts I hold my judgement.”
“Are you sure you can trust what she’ll have to say? Assuming she tells you anything.”
“That is the easy part,” he said, hugging her tightly. “Extricating information isn’t a difficult process the way it is on Earth.”
“Why am I not surprised?” she sighed. “Can you tell me about it?”
“I can, and I will, but first, there’s something else I must discuss with you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“I’m afraid it is, Ellie,” he said solemnly, extricating himself from their hug and sitting up.
“Uh-oh. Did I do something wrong?” she asked, propping herself up next to him.
“No, no, not at all.”
“Thank goodness.”
“I wish it were that simple,” he said, a dark frown crossing his face.
“Your eyes, they’re changing again,” she remarked, studying him. “They’re almost navy. Wow. You need to explain that to me.”
“Ellie, hush. You must listen. There’s a race of people called the Sparians. They rule over a group of planets outside the galaxy. They are aggressive, and they are powerful, and one of their ships is nearby.”
“You mean, like a threatening ship?” she asked, feeling a sudden chill.
“I’m sorry to say it is,” he grimaced. “It’s a warship, and it’s moving slowly toward us.”
“What are you saying? Are we in da
nger?”
“Under normal circumstances, no, not really. We are more than capable of defending ourselves against their weaponry.”
“Under normal circumstances?” she parroted. “Meaning?”
“Unfortunately, we have only half of our fighters in the Terminus.”
“What do these Sparians want?”
“Ultimately, they want to take over the Consortium, and to do that, they need a base. We believe they have their sights on a number of planets, one of them being Earth.”
“Earth? Why Earth?”
“It would be very easy for them to conquer. It would take them only a few Earth days, if that long. You would be no match for them.”
“Holy crap! Are you serious?”
“Very serious.”
“Of course you are, that was a stupid question. What’s been stopping them?”
“We have. The Consortium.”
“Let me get this straight. This station, that’s what you call this place, right? A station?”
“Yes, it’s a station.”
“This station has prevented the Earth from being taken over by an aggressive alien force. Is that right? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, Ellie, that’s exactly right. We keep the peace. There are three other stations that patrol the other three quadrants. The Sparian vessels will sometimes appear, but they rarely stay. This one, though…”
“Do they know your defenses are… what’s the word? Depleted?”
“Depleted would be the perfect word,” he said ruefully. “We have no idea, but if they draw much closer, their scanners will tell them.”
“Shit. You don’t think they’ll attack, do you?”
“Honestly, Ellie, they might, and if that were to happen, we’d lose.”
“Okay, a minute ago I was a bit worried, now I’m scared. Actually, dare I say, freaked out again?”
“Commander Tavlon has ordered everyone to stay within the station, no pods flying outside, and—”
“And no trips back to Earth,” she said, finishing his sentence.
“And no trips back to Earth,” he nodded. “I’m sorry, Ellie, I don’t know how long this will last.”
“How far away are they? I mean, how soon will they know that you’re vulnerable?”
“They’re moving toward us at what you would call a snail’s pace, so it will be a while, but it’s impossible to know what they’re up to. They may just be testing the waters.”
“You mean, your willingness to confront them?”
“Something like that. I’ve been trying to come up with some way to push them back, but I’m drawing a blank. I don’t have our full force to call upon.”
“So, what will you do?”
“Keep thinking, and carry on, but I don’t want to leave you.”
“Leave me?”
“I need to meet with Endolin’s master.”
“She has a master? You mean, like a dominant?”
“No, no, her master is the man for whom she works, her boss, the ambassador. I must have Endolin escorted to his office for a meeting.”
“I don’t want you to leave me either. What if something happens?”
“I doubt that it will, but if they were to accelerate their approach…” he said thoughtfully, his voice trailing off.
“I could wait outside while you have your meeting.”
“Yes, that’s exactly how to handle this. We’re going to take a shower, then we’re going to Ambassador Golan’s quarters.”
“Valodar?”
“Yes, Ellie?”
“Why am I sensing you think there’s something more to this than some spiteful act by this… whatever she is.”
“She’s a Quillian,” he replied, “and you’re right. I do. She doesn’t know me very well, she has no animus toward me, at least, none of which I’m aware, and she certainly doesn’t know you.”
“So, you think someone else is behind it. Someone put her up to it.”
“That’s exactly what I think. There’s a female who would like to cause trouble for you and me. Her name is Raven, and I can see her having a hand in something like this, but…”
“But?”
“It’s not enough. No, Ellie, I believe there is an evil cunning behind all this. I don’t know what that might be, but I intend to find out.”
Chapter Fifteen
Valodar contacted the Quillian ambassador on their way to his quarters and gave him a brief account of what had transpired. The ambassador found the story suspect. Endolin had been with him for some time, and had never shown any malice, but he promised to have her waiting when they arrived.
Ellie was captivated by the small silent pod that zipped them through the wide hallways. Appearing to be a smaller version of Valodar’s vessel, it knew where to take them simply from his spoken request. It was an exciting, albeit short trip, and as she stared out the window at the various open rooms and leisure areas they zipped past, she wanted to explore them all.
They came to a stop at what appeared to be a dead end, and the wall in front of which they sat was turquoise and gold with an emblem of a feather emblazoned across the front. To Ellie’s surprise, Valodar pulled the bottom from one of the many cylinders that made up the top band of his necklace, and as it came away, she saw it was attached to a tiny glass vial of clear liquid. Tilting back his head, he dropped an even amount into each of his eyes, then slid the cylinder back in its place.
“I am leaving our light source,” he explained. “This will protect me.”
“My goodness, your eyes are turning purple, which reminds me, why do your eyes change color so much?”
“They reflect how I am feeling. The lighter they are, the calmer and happier I am. That’s a simplistic explanation, but I’m sure you get the idea. It’s not uncommon. Many races have a similar trait.”
“Really? I wish humans did,” she said with a frown. “It would make things a whole lot easier.”
“It’s one of the reasons humans can be difficult to read,” he remarked, then leaning his head out the open window of the pod, he called out, “Valodar. Xanadu Monitor. Code: Ffhqpvx.”
“What the heck did you just say?”
“It’s a code,” he replied. “It has to be said in a tongue outside the library of the interpreters.”
The wall sparkled, then evaporated, and the pod slowly moved forward.
“Wow. That was incredible,” she declared, turning around and watching it reform itself behind them.
“It’s exactly what happens to the wall of your apartment building when I create an opening. It was slower, so you were able to see it. It’s just a bunch of particles bouncing around.”
“Amazing,” she muttered. “Absolutely amazing. Why did you have to use a code?”
“We’re entering another planet’s domain. The ambassador can change the codes at any time. It’s for security.”
“I thought everyone was at peace with each other.”
“We are, but the embassies must maintain their privacy and security, just like embassies in foreign countries on Earth. The station is not a utopia, though it’s close,” he said with a smile. “There can still be those who become disgruntled for some reason. It’s rare, but it can happen. Take this situation, for example. If I discover what Endolin did was out of sheer nastiness, I will have the code changed so she can no longer enter the Xanadu Embassy.”
“Ah, yes, I see. As different as this all is, there are still similarities to how we are on Earth,” she remarked. “It’s kind of weird when you think about it.”
“There are more similarities than you might think,” he remarked as the pod slowed to a stop.
They were just short of a set of majestic turquoise and gold doors similar to the wall through which they had just passed. The pod’s roof lifted up, they stepped out, and as other creatures resembling Endolin walked by, he nodded and smiled.
Ellie noticed they were deferential and respectful. She already knew he was important, and th
at his youthful appearance belied his age, but it was impossible to judge just how old he was, and she was afraid to ask. What if he said something like eighty-two in Earth years? That would be just too weird.
As they approached the unique door it automatically opened for them, and walking into the room, Ellie tried not to stare. The furniture was strange shapes and sizes, suspended triangles were floating untethered in the air, and a huge overhead dome radiated a red glow.
“You’ll be safe in here,” he said softly, “and they have puzzles you might enjoy while you’re waiting. Quillians love puzzles.”
“I love puzzles too, but regardless, I’ll be fine. You just make sure Endolin gets what she deserves.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, but I want to know what’s behind all this,” he said solemnly, then walking forward, he smiled at the Quillian sitting behind an ornate desk. “Hello, Mylon. How are you?”
“Monitor Valodar, welcome. The ambassador is expecting you.”
The creature had the voice of a young woman, but other than that, Ellie wondered how the males were distinguishable from the females.
“Thank you. This is Ellie, a friend visiting from Earth, so she can have the black tea, but your other food and beverages might upset her sensitive stomach.”
“I shall have the tea made right away, and we have some cow’s milk and sugar bark if you wish. One of our runners did a trip to Earth and brought back supplies.”
“How do you manage that?” Ellie asked, wondering how such an odd-looking creature could wander into a supermarket.
“We have a few friends on Earth,” Valodar said quietly, then turning back to Mylon, he asked if he could head into the ambassador’s office.
“Yes, of course, Monitor Valodar. Please do.”
“I’m not sure how long this will take,” Valodar said softly. “If you need me—”
“The yellow button?
“Yes, or you can ask Mylon here to fetch me.”
“Oh, right, and, uh, when we get a moment, I’d like to know about this friends on Earth business.”
“You will,” he promised, “along with a whole lot more.”
“Good luck.”
“I won’t need luck, but Endolin might,” he said grimly under his breath, then turning away, he walked through the door that magically opened as he approached.
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