Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

G amma

Alpha’s message about the Vionian concubine came across the quantum attunement shared by Beta, him, and me while I was walking through the sex bazaar of Europa City, the underground capital of Jupiter’s most human-habitable moon. The bazaar had mostly lost the little charm for me it had had when I first arrived, and I had contemplated all morning where I would go next.

I could see the bazaar’s nearly endless appeal to traditional humans, of course. Raised on worlds where sexual taboos governed daily life, in large part just so people on those planets could get things done rather than spending every day in a haze of arousal, they naturally developed a certain amount of repression. Though my unique origin meant that I had no such psychological barriers, I had come to see mild repression as a necessary thing—otherwise the monorails didn’t run on time and the government didn’t pay its dues to the Federation.

It also turned the sorts of sexual activities I saw as I strolled the bazaar, openly practiced in the booths with all the attendant, seductive sounds of consensual pain and ecstatic pleasure, into mouth-watering, almost irresistible expressions of the naughtiness at the heart of so very many traditional humans.

I had come with a traditional human, two standard weeks ago; a delightful young woman named Hadra whose eyes had gone very wide when I had suggested we visit Europa City.

“Really?” she had whispered. “But… it’s… you know, so…”

I had smiled broadly.

“Naughty?” I had asked teasingly. “Even naughtier than what I did to your bottom last night?”

Hadra’s blush had fired my veins, and I had experienced yet again precisely what Beta and I had set out to get our fill of, if we could, after our stay in the Magisterian guesthouse. That indescribable—whether in vague human terms or in the much more precise terminology of the Collective—surge of need, along with the hope of that need’s satisfaction.

In physical terms, I could describe it very easily: my cock jumped along my thigh, stiffening very quickly. Hadra’s cheeks had gotten that much pinker as she noticed it—we had just woken up in the sumptuous bed aboard my little but luxurious ship.

“I think you’d better take care of that,” I had told the sweet, submissive girl, and she had obediently bent to the difficult task of fitting as much of my massive erection into her tiny mouth as she could. I had sighed with contentment, resting my right hand gently on the back of her head to keep her at her task. “By your reaction, Hadra,” I had mused as the lovely, wet sounds of her service filled the little bedchamber, “I think I must certainly take you to Europa City.”

We had spent a week together here, playing with the many new acquaintances my unique status always found me when I arrived on a world I hadn’t yet visited. Some of those play partners had belonged to one of the sexual societies of the city, organizations whose members undertook to explore their deepest desires together.

When I had told Hadra I meant to depart soon, she had decided to stay, to join one of societies, and to remain here on Europa. We had shared a final, magnificent night, just the two of us, and parted on loving terms. Hadra stood at the beginning of her journey into her sexual needs, while I had been on my own much-less-traveled one for almost five standard years.

And I still hadn’t found what I had set out in search of.

Brothers , Alpha’s quantum voice said, across the light years, I’d like to invite you to join me, once the Prince Hend stands down and brings our refugees to Prosperia. There’s a young woman—a rescued Vionian starfleet concubine—I think you should meet, if either of you is still looking for The One.

Beta responded almost immediately.

Actually… I think I’ve found The One, on Draco. Perhaps I’ll bring her to Prosperia in a few days, but Gamma may have this young woman to himself.

That’s wonderful, Beta , Alpha replied, Sala and I would love to see you.

I stood in the bazaar, watching a lovely, naked, golden-haired girl strapped to a bench take pleasure in the slow, methodical whipping three men gave her with multicolored braided cats. Her sweet bottom writhed, and she cried out, begging to be allowed to touch her pussy. The men consulted for a moment, then decided to refuse, and to give her extra lashes for her impertinence.

“Blue man,” said the owner of the booth, jarring me out of my reverie. “She’s paid for a gangbang… you want in? Regular price is ten credits, but for a big blue guy like yourself, I’ll let you fuck her for seven.”

I smiled. My skin tone was unusual, but in this age of endless cosmetic alterations hardly unheard of; thousands of humans had even used the available technology to make their skin subtly glow the way mine did, and to make their genitalia rather more interesting than standard human reproductive parts. My size, similarly, lay out of the ordinary, but Trestrimar barbarians often stood as tall. Though the galaxy at large knew about the three Collective breakout entities, Beta and I at least could travel mostly unrecognized—something Alpha could no longer do, having settled down with Sala and accepted a captain’s commission.

Happily, of course. And now Beta had done the same. To go to Prosperia and meet this Vionian concubine might mean giving up the sort of offer the booth owner had made me. I felt my mouth twist to the side as I considered it.

“No, thank you,” I told him, and then I relaxed into the quantum attunement with my brothers.

I’m on my way, Alpha , I sent.

Tessara

My eyes widened, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I took in Sala’s words, hearing a strange authority in them that made my heart race.

Now it’s your turn. To… to do… the thing Sala had done to me. The terribly naughty thing, her face between my thighs.

“I… I can’t,” I stammered, shaking my head. “I’ve never… I don’t know how…”

Sala’s expression softened, but there was a glint in her eye that made my stomach flutter.

“Tessara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I imagine you don’t know that Magisterian senior wives are allowed to discipline younger women. Have you heard that?”

I swallowed hard, hesitantly shaking my head.

“Well then,” Sala continued, her hand trailing down my side in a feather-light caress. “It will come as a surprise, but I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you if you don’t pleasure me as you should. After all, you’ve received so much pleasure yourself. It’s only fair to reciprocate, isn’t it?”

My breath caught in my throat. The idea of Sala spanking me sent fear, shame, and the unwelcome arousal I knew too well coursing through my body. I remembered the sting of her husband’s hand earlier, how different it had felt from the brutal punishments I’d endured on the Conqueror of Bresla .

At the same time, part of me knew Sala didn’t actually mean it. Or… maybe she did mean it, but if she took me over her knee she would provide a lesson utterly different from any Lieutenant Jorg would ever have administered.

“I…” I began, my voice trembling. “I’ll obey, Sala. I promise.”

Sala’s smile was radiant. “Good girl,” she purred, the praise sending an electric pulse down my spine.

With fluid grace, Sala maneuvered us until our positions were reversed. Now she lay back against the soft fabric of the couch, her black hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of her form.

My eyes traveled down her body, taking in the gentle curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, and finally, the junction between her thighs. Her cunny was so very bare, just like mine, the delicate folds glistening with evidence of her arousal.

I felt my tummy flutter nervously as I positioned myself between Sala’s legs. The musky scent of her need filled my nostrils, reminding me of my own, on Sala’s lips, but also thrillingly different in its heady tang. I hesitated, terribly unsure how to proceed.

Sala’s hand came to rest on the top of my head, her touch gentle but insistent. “It’s alright, Tessara,” she murmured encouragingly. “Just start with a kiss. Right here.” Her other hand moved to part her folds, exposing the pink button of her clitoris.

Sala’s fingers twined gently in my hair, exerting a subtle but insistent pressure. I felt her guide my face downward, closer and closer to the glistening folds of her cunny. The musky scent grew stronger. It seemed to fill my senses, made my head spin.

My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful arousal coursing through me. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. And yet, as Sala’s warmth radiated against my cheeks, I found myself oddly captivated.

“That’s it, sweet one,” Sala murmured, her voice low and husky. “Just a little kiss. Show me how grateful you are for the pleasure I gave you.”

I hesitated for a moment, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. Then, gathering what little courage I had left, I pressed my lips to Sala’s clit in the softest of kisses.

The effect was immediate. Sala’s hips bucked slightly, a breathy moan escaping her lips. “Oh, Tessara,” she sighed, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Good girl. Again, please.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me at Sala’s praise. I told myself I had no choice—the alternative was a spanking, after all. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Part of me, a part I barely recognized, wanted to please Sala. Wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel.

Pushing aside my lingering doubts, I leaned in once more. This time, I let my tongue dart out, tentatively lapping at Sala’s sensitive bud. The taste matched the aroma: tangy, salty… forbidden, somehow, but also wickedly inviting.

“Yes,” Sala hissed, her hips rolling against my face. “Just like that, Tessara. Use your tongue, naughty girl. Explore me.”

Somehow both emboldened and embarrassed by her lewd encouragement, I began to lick in earnest. I traced the delicate folds of Sala’s cunny, marveling at their softness. My tongue dipped lower, teasing at her entrance before returning to circle her clit.

Sala’s grip on my hair tightened, holding me firmly in place. “Harder,” she commanded, her voice thick with need. “Suck on my clit, Tessara. Show me you can obey.”

I complied without hesitation, taking her swollen bud between my lips and sucking gently. Sala’s thighs trembled on either side of my head, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment.

“Good girl,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. “Such a quick learner. Now, slide your fingers inside me. I need to feel something there.”

I could feel my own arousal building anew, despite the climaxes Sala had given me just a few moments ago. Blushing furiously, I put my right hand between Sala’s thighs, low down where the soaking opening to her vagina lay—and as if compelled by irresistible force, I put my left hand down between my own legs, desperate for more pleasure.

I slid two fingers into Sala’s warm, wet cunny, and I did the same to my own. I marveled at how different Sala’s felt from my own: the same sort of openness, but somehow a different arrangement of folds that made a thrilling contrast. Her inner walls clenched around my digits, drawing them deeper. I curled my fingers experimentally, searching for that spot Sala had found inside me. In my own pussy I moved my fingers more slowly, seeking only to soothe myself and dull the edge of my need as I pleasured my new friend.

“Yes,” Sala gasped, her back arching. “Right there, sweet one. Don’t stop.”

Encouraged by her response, I redoubled my efforts. My tongue swirled around her clit as my fingers moved in and out, bending to hit that special place with each thrust. Sala’s hips began to move more urgently, grinding against my face. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and I could feel the tension building in her body.

The room filled with the sounds of Sala’s pleasure—breathy moans and whispered encouragements. Her fingers gripped my hair even more forcefully, holding me firmly in place as she chased her release, grinding her cunny heedlessly against my mouth, my nose. I felt a surge of pride, knowing that I was the cause of her ecstasy, despite the degradation of another woman’s using my face this way.

Sala’s breathing grew more ragged, her movements more frantic. “Oh, Tessara,” she panted. “I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I could sense her impending climax, feel it in the way her body quivered and tensed. My own arousal built in response, a delicious ache between my thighs, bidding me to quicken the pace of my own fingers inside me. Just as I felt Sala teetering on the edge of release, a deep, resonant voice filled the room.

“Sala.” Alpha’s voice came over the intercom, startling us both. “I need you on the bridge immediately. Bring Tessara if she wants to witness the end of the empire that held her captive.”