Page 38 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander
I scrutinize Logarn, unable to find any hint of illness or distress. “Fine, but if he collapses or shits all over his armor, you’re dealing with the consequences,” I declare, still eyeing the blond-haired youth.
“If he shits himself, we’re leaving him here,” Noroth counters with a laugh.
“Oh, look at these big, hulking males!” An excited female voice squeals in delight, drawing my attention to witness Love Shanks and Vespa approaching our booth, each carrying a large black, foamy ale.
I beam with anticipation at their approach, eying Love Shanks with boldness as excitement races through my veins. Her curvy body, cream-colored skin adorned with delicate flicks of black, clad in a snug-fitting red dress that highlights her ample cleavages. Though the fabric struggles with brave desperationto contain her four voluptuous breasts, which beckons like the sweetest nectar.I wonder what Tyrxie’s breasts look like... Dammit!
“The true beauty of Omega Flux Station graces us,” I declare, though my awkward and uncomfortable exit from the tiny booth almost ruins my attempt at being suave.
Love Shanks hands me the drink, peering up at me. “Look at the size of you! And so handsome too, with your long green hair and golden eyes. Oh, I know we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
I take a generous swig from the crystal jug of ale. The taste is earthly, but as I wait for the sharp alcoholic kick, only a feeble speck greets me. It’s as I feared. The ale is weak as rain water.
Not taking my eyes off Love Shanks’ alluring long eyelashes, I offer her my beverage, which she gulps from without hesitation, pleasing me. “Excellent. I do enjoy a beautiful Tuskarian who can handle her drink,” I comment, placing my arm around her soft, husky shoulder.
Love Shanks chuckles, snuggling into my protective embrace. “I can handle everything you’ve got, big boy,” she purrs, her words a delightful promise to my ears.
Meanwhile, Vespa and Noroth appear to be getting on well, although she is almost half his height and a fraction of his girth, as she skitters against him, the oddest couple I’ve ever laid eyes on. To my dismay, Logarn remains seated alone, no sign of his female Nebian. “Where is Felacia? My young friend goes without company,” I inquire, nodding towards Logarn.
“Ah, Felacia got distracted by other clients. My apologies,” Love Shanks explains, glancing over at Logarn, who seems unperturbed. “But let’s fulfill your selected desire, at the intergalactic eatery. Felacia can join us there.”
I squeeze the beautiful Tuskarian with playfulness. “I have what I desire right here,” I grin, revealing my fangs.
Love Shanks chuckles as she bucks her wide ample hips into my groin while fluttering her large blue eyes over her shoulder at me, sending a ripple of molten desire through my veins. She smirks at my reaction. The naughty little Tuskarian plays with fire. With a sultry sway of her hips, she beckons me to follow. “Come,” she purrs.
I follow like a hunter stalking his prey. Our group leaves the strange churning room of floor colors, back into the push red carpets off the hallway. Love Shanks leads us deeper into the heart of Fluxom Paradise, her steps confident; her glances back alluring. We pass a group of Gorglaxians engaged in heated conversation, but as we pass, they become silent, their tentacles stop fluttering, followed by hushed whispers.
Further along the corridor, a grand golden door dominates the space. Curved with intricate engravings, it slides open as Love Shanks approaches. She steps inside, beckoning me with a crooked finger, her cute little asymmetrical tusk gleaming in the red light, beckoning like a space buoy.
I join her with a hand over her hip, entwining my fingers through the fabric of her dress, longing for our bodies to become entwined. Once the five of us enter the golden space, the sexy Tuskarian activates her wrist console, and our lift shifts hurdling us upward.
Within the confined space, suggestive sounds and lewd projections flash and disappear throughout the cramped lift, startling me. It’s a heady mix of shocking sounds and images that both stimulate and jar the senses. For a brief second, an image of a nude female Tuskarian being mated flashes with a suggestive moan. “I hope that wasn’t you in that scene?” I ask, with a sly grin at Love Shanks.
She responds without a moment’s hesitation, “No, you’re the only male for me, my golden stud.” Her quick wit and seductive tone are a delightful combination.
“You’re a beautiful liar,” I reply, running my hand through her short flaxen hair.
“Just beautiful,” she counters with confidence. Our easy, playful banter is a welcome reprieve from the dark rejections from Tyrxie. Tyrxie, with the sad green eyes that draw me in, threatening to drown me in their eternal depths.Wonder where she is now...
“Are you coming, big boy?” Love Shanks jars me from my thoughts. I startle at the realization our lift has opened, revealing an expansive room, paved in white marble. The other four have already entered, and I hadn’t even noticed. A troubling lapse on my part. “You, okay?” She asks, a look of concern on her pretty snouted features.
“I’m fine. Actually, I was just thinking about you,” I lie, joining the others as we head towards one of the many booths, which are like large domed enclosures amongst the crystal ornaments and statues, that reflect a massive open fire which casts flickering lights and shadows around the space, creating an impressive ambiance.
“Oh? I hope there weren’t any naughty thoughts swirling around in that big brain of yours?” Love Shanks teases, intertwining her fingers in mine.Why does everyone think I have a big head?
I let her lead me into the paved booth, which inside is projecting a surreal cosmic expanse of space. With cautious steps, I navigate around a circular table that rests before plush leather seating. “I have nothing but naughty thoughts. The only question is whether I should act on them,” I reply, my tone full of mischief.
“Is that so?” Love Shanks says, quirking an eyebrow, her soft form brushing against mine as she settles into her seat.
“Artificial environment can be changed, yes?” Vespa the Glaseroid interjects looking minuscule seated beside Noroth.
“Can we change it to a battlefield?” Noroth suggests, his massive arm draped over the tiny Glaseroid. “The best meal I ever had was after the battle on Malacus Five. Each mouthful was bliss, heightened by the broken bodies and guts everywhere.”
I suppress a laugh as Vespa’s beady eyes twitch and her antenna flutter at his words. “Uh, no battlefield, maybe moon view? Yes?” she suggests.
Noroth shrugs his broad shoulders, prompting Vespa to tap her wrist console. In an instant, our booth shifts to an uncanny, realistic setting on a white moon overlooking a green planet basking in the glow of a white sun. I raise a hand, attempting to touch the star, but my fingers only brush a screen.
“I’m starving, let’s eat!” I demand, eager to taste something other than the slop on the ship.