Galactic Bandits Compilation

by Duke Campbell

  Then Regan turned her around and bent her over. Reverie took his cock out of her mouth and with her hand she guided it inside of Arkei. Regan gave several hard thrusts, as Reverie held onto his balls. Then, between thrusts, she grabbed his cock again and navigated it back inside her mouth. She tasted him and Arkei. She sucked hard, then put it back inside Arkei, repeating this action several times.

  Then Reverie stood and faced Regan. He stepped back from Arkei, who moved behind Reverie and felt her. Reverie leaned her head back and the two of them kissed while Reverie lifted a leg for Regan.

  He stepped up to her as she wrapped her leg around him. He entered her and continued to thrust while Arkei held her in her arms. They turned their faces to Regan.

  And they called him Captain.

  Regan took a seat and the two ladies laid down on opposite sides of him. They kissed with his cock in the middle, licking it and one another at the same time. They took turns putting it fully into their mouths.

  Regan rubbed their backs and slapped their asses while they both sucked on him, and when he came, it was in Reverie’s mouth. She pushed her face down hard on top of his cock while Arkei kissed his mouth and touched herself.

  They sat silently in the shower as the warm water poured over them. Regan took in their naked bodies, and the beautiful differences between them.

  That was when Straya entered the shower. None of them heard her come in. But she was already naked, rubbing her breasts. She smiled at all of them and winked at Regan.

  “I didn’t want to interrupt that lovely finish,” she said. “But now I want to fuck you three.” She pointed to Regan. “You most of all, Captain.”

  Regan woke up in the large circular bed. He realized that may have been the best sleep he’d ever had. The room was silent, and the space outside was calming.

  On top of him was Reverie, naked and beautiful. He stroked his fingers along her warm skin. Her boobs felt good on his chest and he savored this skin-to-skin contact. He moved his hand down and caressed her perfect ass.

  He wanted her then. Even though they had spent an entire night together, he knew he would always want more. The things she could do, and the way she shared their feelings, was unreal.

  His hand moved across her ass more firmly, and just as he was about to squeeze it and wake her, he heard Arkei’s voice coming through the speakers.

  “Regan, we need you in the galley. We have an intruder.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Regan took many wrong turns on his way to the galley. The ship was massive and in the short time Regan had been aboard, he hadn’t been able to do much exploring.

  He made a mental note to himself to learn the ins and outs of the ship later. As the captain, he needed to know how to navigate these halls.

  Ultimately, what led him to the galley were the sounds of shouting and things being banged around. It sounded like pots and pans. But maybe he made this association since he also noticed a smell. It was the smell of cooking food. It reminded him of home cooking and being in his mom’s kitchen growing up.

  He didn’t realize how much he missed home-cooked meals until that moment. But the thought only lingered briefly, because when he arrived at the galley, it was to a sight that he hadn’t expected.

  First, the place looked like a five-star restaurant, with several tables scattered about. All were different sizes, clearly depending on the company Mephistopheles was having at the time. Some were high tops, some were booths, but all were impressive with ornate chandeliers above each one.

  And at one end of the room was a large, open kitchen, full of many appliances and cooking supplies. He recognized some, but many other devices were foreign to him. However, something else stood in this kitchen besides the impressive amenities.

  It was a bright pink tentacled creature cowering in the corner near the stoves.

  The scene gave Regan immediate pause. Much had apparently happened while he slept in.

  Arkei and Straya were standing on opposite sides of the kitchen, Arkei with her ray gun pointed at the creature who was wiggling about, flailing its tentacles, as if they could block the rays from making an impact.

  The creature’s tentacles also had pans and other utensils gripped in them, ready to strike if anyone got too close. Regan assumed the creature could throw them at great speeds, based on how fluidly the arms moved.

  And to make the scene even more confusing was the fact that Bob was standing right in front of the creature, his arms raised toward both Straya and Arkei. His face moved back and forth between them. He wore an expression of panic and urgency.

  “Drop the pans!” Arkei was shouting at the creature. “Or I will blast you right into that oven!”

  The creature didn’t speak—at least, not in a language anyone understood. Squishy noises emitted from it, which made Regan wonder whether that was its odd form of communication. Regardless, it made little sense why Bob was standing right in front of the creature, attempting to defend it.

  “Don’t shoot her!” he was yelling at Arkei and Straya.

  Dammit, Bob. We really gotta fix that head of yours.

  Straya and Arkei continued to issue orders for the creature to come out from the kitchen and drop the pans. Arkei didn’t lower her gun, and neither of them lowered their voices.

  In all the chaos, no one noticed Regan had entered the room. He was about to step in when Straya took things into her own hands.

  She dashed for the creature, making her move during the split second Arkei had distracted Bob. She leaped from one chair to the counter top, then dived for the creature, avoiding a swinging pan on her way, but was stopped from landing a blow by another tentacle. While Straya was fast, the creature was faster.

  “No! Stop it!” Bob shouted, but Straya pushed him out of the way after righting herself from the tentacled hit. Bob went flying toward Arkei, who received him and sent him further back out of the way.

  “You’re confused, Bob!” Arkei yelled at him as he tumbled to the side, away from the action.

  Arkei kept her gun pointed, but did nothing while Straya was trying to land her attack. She wrestled the creature from out of the kitchen, but couldn’t get a solid grasp on it. The tentacles not only prevented Straya from getting close, but held her in a firm grip. They wrapped around Straya’s body, lifted her, and held her out in front of the creature, using her as a shield from Arkei’s still pointed ray gun.

  Regan finally had enough. He took several more steps into the galley and shouted as loud as he could, demanding their attention. “Knock it off!”

  All heads turned to face him, including the tentacled creature, though it kept Straya outstretched toward Arkei, not dropping its defenses that easily.

  Bob spoke first upon seeing his captain, continuing his plea for the creature’s life. “Regan!” he started. “She’s not an intruder!”

  She?

  The creature made more squishy sounds, only for Straya to tell her to shut up. The creature tightened her grip on Straya in response, which caused Arkei to steady her gun.

  “Everyone, wait!” Regan shouted again. “Bob, how do you know what’s going on here?”

  “I can understand her!” Bob insisted. “She isn’t an intruder! She said she just woke up here.”

  “Again, how do you understand her?” Regan asked. “She doesn’t have a Universal Translator, or else we’d all be able to understand her.”

  Bob brought his arms out wide, almost as wide as his eyes were open.

  “I don’t know!” he exclaimed. “But I can! And she doesn’t mean any harm. Please, let her go.”

  Regan looked at the creature holding Straya in her grip. She resembled an octopus, but had a long pink torso and a more defined face. And now that Regan saw her more closely, he noticed her beautiful eyes. Her tentacles took the place of legs, the extra ones going up her entire back and sides. In fact, her torso and face seemed to be only a small part of her, surrounded by tentacles.

  She couldn’t hav
e hidden from us this entire time.

  Then Regan thought of the cryopods they had loaded onto the ship. He remembered how they damaged one pod in their hurry to board and take off. Could it be possible that this creature survived, escaped the pod, and was simply looking to return to her old role in life?

  Regan thought of the thick smell of cooking meat, then noticed some prepared food on the counter, and other piles of ingredients yet to be cooked.

  “You understand her?” Regan asked Bob.

  “She speaks to my soul,” Bob replied, turning his gaze from Regan to the creature.

  The reply caught Regan off guard, but then again, it was coming from Bob. Either way, if Bob could communicate with the creature, then he was the way out of this mess.

  “Ask her to release Straya,” Regan said. “Assure her I just want to talk and figure this out. I don’t want harm to come to anyone.”

  Bob nodded, whispered to her, and immediately she lowered Straya to the ground.

  Regan noticed that Arkei still had her ray gun pointed at the creature, and he asked her to lower it, which she did.

  Straya stepped away from the creature after being released, leaving the creature all alone near the kitchen. She looked exposed, and more harmless than she did moments before. Regan could tell she was nervous, and she suddenly seemed like less of a threat than moments before.

  “What’s the deal with the food?” Regan asked.

  “She has the heart of a cook,” Bob replied, as if it were obvious. “When she woke up, she was confused, didn’t know what to do, and she couldn’t find anyone around to give her any orders. After some wandering around, she discovered the kitchen, and figured this was where she was meant to be.”

  “She accessed the controls of the kitchen even though I shut everything down,” Arkei protested. “Even if she is a cook, she hacked into the system to turn the ovens and appliances on.”

  Regan turned his gaze back to Bob, who whispered to the creature, who replied back.

  “Oh, okay,” Bob said, as if understanding. “She says that while she has the heart of a cook, she has the brain of a hacker. But she wouldn’t dare hack into the ship for anything else. Her place is in the kitchen, she says. She was just trying to prepare a welcome meal for the crew, whoever that might be, when she was attacked.”

  “I don’t trust it,” Straya said.

  “You trust nothing,” Regan noted. “Yet the smell of this food is pretty overwhelming, which makes me doubt she had sneaky intentions. If she really wanted to do us harm, she had plenty of opportunity to do so while we were sleeping.”

  Arkei and Straya acknowledged this remark and looked at Bob for any additional information.

  Just then Reverie entered. She paused, looking around with much confusion. Regan waved her over and whispered, “I’ll explain later.” She stood next to him, observing the alien creature intently.

  “Did this creature give you a name?” Regan asked, turning his gaze back from Reverie to Bob.

  “She’s not a creature,” Bob said in defense. “She’s a beautiful, tentacled woman! And her name is Squit.”

  Regan noticed then how Squit and Bob were looking at each other. He understood her, it seemed she could understand him. The way she lit up when he called her beautiful. He blushed when she set her puppy eyes on him. Then Regan had another thought.

  Does Bob have a tentacle fetish?

  Dear god.

  Bob had a pseudo flipper for one hand, after the explosion in the jail cell, and Reverie’s limited amount of time to heal it properly. Maybe Squit saw it as a commonality between them. Either way, whatever was going on, he had to trust Bob. Bob was part of Regan’s crew, and he’d already proven himself many times before. Regan had to stand with him.

  “Look,” Bob said with more compassion than his prior pleading. “She only wants peace. She wants to be our friend… Especially mine.”

  As Bob said the last bit, his expression grew dreamy. Squit moved her tentacles flirtatiously in response.

  “Well, I will say the food smells delicious, and we could use a cook,” Regan said, changing the subject.

  Arkei added, “Having a hacker as part of our crew would give us a leg up in a lot of situations.”

  Straya crossed her arms and exhaled heavily before admitting, “And she can handle herself in a fight.”

  Regan knew that Squit would be an asset to the team. He also saw the value in Bob having an outlet. Maybe he and Squit would keep each other occupied, and Regan wouldn’t have to worry about the little guy as much.

  “If there’s any other doubt…” Reverie began. All eyes in the room turned to her, including Squit’s. Reverie smiled. “Let me dispel it now. Even from this far away, I can sense she has a kind heart.”

  Regan smiled at Reverie when she said this. He raised his arms out to the side, motioning to everyone in the room.

  “Then it’s decided! Welcome to the team, Squit.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Bob introduced Squit to the rest of the team who soon learned that even though they couldn’t understand her, she could understand them. Squit extended a tentacle for everyone to shake, and with Straya and Arkei, shook both of their hands at the same time, while turning her face to the other side without having to move her body.

  Regan found her to be a strange creature. It surprised him how head over heels Bob was for her. The young man kept grazing up against her and spoke to her very closely. He was like a child with a new pet.

  Before Regan shook her tentacled hand, he wondered if her skin was just a shiny pink, or if she was covered in slime. He was glad to learn it was the former. It made him feel better about her having touched all the items in the kitchen.

  And, in remembering the kitchen, Regan thought he might as well take this opportunity as captain to have a full crew meal. They hadn’t all sat down to eat together before, and he couldn’t imagine a better place for a first meal for the crew than in this wonderful room aboard their new space yacht. It seemed celebratory in a way.

  Regan cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.

  “As we welcome Squit to our ship,” he started, “why don’t we all sit down and share a meal?” He turned his attention to Squit, who had tentacles in front of her eyes like a small child covering her face in excitement. Regan couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, and that both she and Bob reminded him of little giddy kids.

  “Squit, would you please continue to cook for us?” he asked with a smile.

  Her tentacles did a dance and wiggled about. She made some sounds, which Bob translated to everyone else.

  “She’d be delighted! Everyone take a seat and she’ll get our meal going.”

  Reverie was still standing next to Regan and touched his shoulder. “Which table would you like us at, Captain?” she asked.

  Regan looked around, seeing a medium-sized table with arm chairs surrounding it that would fit them perfectly. He said nothing, pointed to it, then he and the three women took their seats.

  Bob tried to follow Squit, but she waved him away with one of her tentacles. It was as if she was blushing. Regan assumed she knew what she was doing and perhaps didn’t want Bob distracting her on her first meal prep for her new team.

  Regan respected that and looked forward to the meal.

  Bob took his seat next to Regan, who was at the head of the table.

  “I admire your willingness to stand up for what is right,” Regan said to him, assuming if he hadn’t been there that Straya and Arkei would have blasted Squit away in no time.

  “I try to do what’s right,” Bob replied, before telling the girls, “Thanks for giving her a chance.”

  They waved him off like they always did, but with smirks of understanding.

  As they sat there, the ladies joked about other ships they’d been on, other meals they’d had on those ships, and other adventures prior to this one. Regan was glad to see the interaction. It felt like a family. For the first time since
leaving Earth, Regan felt at home. Sure, it still was an adventure with an uncertain future, but he had found a balance in it, a calmness to it. He had found people he could trust along the way, people who he loved.

  This was Captain Regan’s home now.

  Just then, Squit arrived with plates full of food. Thanks to her talented tentacles, she could serve the entire table in one go, reaching around and setting everyone’s plate down before them. She hurried back to the kitchen and returned moments later with drinks and pitchers.

  It was an impressive spread, and it smelled wonderful, but Regan didn’t recognize a single ingredient. He had tried foreign space foods before, like back on the Brute planet, but never from a stockpiled storage fridge in space.

  This food could be anything!

  Everyone looked at Regan with anticipation, and so did Squit. She murmured a squeaky sound.

  “She says you’ll love it,” Bob said with a large smile. “It’s called… Well… I won’t be able to pronounce that, but the way she describes it, I think it’s like a casserole.”

  Regan picked up his utensils and cut a piece off, with everyone still staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was the captain, or if they were nervous to try it themselves. But he didn’t want to be rude and delay the meal any further, so he put it in his mouth.

  Damn. That’s good.

  It was indeed like a casserole, with a hint of something sweet. It melted in his mouth like savory butter. The texture felt like eggs, and the taste had a perfect hint of spiciness, not enough to overpower it, but just enough to give it a bite.

  Regan recalled the Brute planet, and how the fruit he had for breakfast after his first fight was the best thing he’d ever tasted at the time. This meal now surpassed that.

  Again, maybe it was the setting, maybe it was where his life sat that morning, but this meal was incredible. And he told Squit and everyone else too.

  He raised his glass.