Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
Levee
Xa’Karth promoted neutrality. We did not permit fighting on our planet. If you needed a place to talk peace, unwind, regenerate, you would be safe to do that here. Because of that, my shop and the spa had been nonstop clients.
Granted, we were always busy, but the war that broke out in our galaxy created a considerable rise in the amount of traffic.
My husband booked a spa day for me with my oldest and dearest friend, Jorah, while he worked in the shop.
Jorah’s tentacles worked on the tight knots of muscle on my back, making me moan. I’ve needed a break from the toy shop for months.
And who better to help me relax than my friend. He was the standard of how spa workers were to treat each guest. Everyone adored him, and he made every visitor feel at home.
“Levee? Darling?” Fosti’s soft voice floated into the room. “How are you feeling?”
“Relaxed.” I sighed. “Very relaxed.”
Clapping his hands together happily he squealed. “Fabulous!” His fingers stroked my hair. “Darling, I don’t want you to worry, but I made an executive decision for the business.”
“Do tell.” I groaned as Jorah’s tentacles massaged deeper.
“I acquired a Synthosapien.” He pressed a kiss on the back of my head.
Lifting my head, Fosti crouched down, allowing me to see him. “From where?”
He chuckled. “In a card game.”
Chuckling, I puckered my lips. “Kiss me.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. “Keep relaxing, you will meet them later.”
“You are the best.” I tucked my head back into the special pillow and closed my eyes. “Truly.”
He flittered from the room, leaving Jorah to continue my massage. Each tentacle had tiny suckers that pulled and kissed my skin, lulling me deeper into relaxation.
Jorah’s wings opened and created a gentle breeze, dispersing the botanicals through the air. The sweet scent of Esinto filled my nostrils, making my limbs feel heavy.
I knew this was part of the experience, and it made it easier for the Marvummoth healers to mend their clients.
Many throughout the Auroralith galaxy thought the slick their tentacles secreted to be a miracle drug. Because of that, they had been kidnapped and hunted almost to extinction. The last twenty resided here on Xa’Karth under the protection of the Obryca family here.
Master Sensi Obryca, along with his wife, Cunzeiks, offered them asylum within the resort.
Some time later, as my eyes fluttered open, I saw an amazing mural on the ceiling telling me I was in my favorite suite.
Stretching my body, I felt the difference. No cramps or pain, and my joints moved effortlessly.
“How wonderful!”
A shadow cast over me, and I turned my head to see the most beautiful Synthosapien I’d ever seen!
“I am your servant for the night.” He bowed. “You may call me Corion.”
The dim lights glimmered on his golden metal head, bejeweled with emeralds. His golden skin covered his shoulders, and it faded into soft green humanoid skin. The green skin covered his back and torso, tapering into a vee where the golden metal took over.
Even now, he took my breath away.
“Tell me, Corion, what services do you offer?” I stretched again, letting the blanket slide down my body, exposing more of my nakedness.
He tilted his head, speaking softly. “I am fully functional to please you in any desire you can think of.”
I kicked the cover off, my cock standing upright. “Show me what your hands can do.”
His eyes narrowed, and he stepped out of the bedroom for a few moments. When he returned, he carried a large case with him and set it beside the bed. He glanced over at me with a smile on his lips as he opened it and pulled out a different hand.
Where his current hand looked like mine with four fingers and a thumb, this new one had a plump palm, a thumb, and a stout missile where his fingers had been.
He grabbed a small bottle and situated himself between my legs, hoisting them up over his shoulders.
Corion poured the thick liquid from the bottle around the missile and then applied a generous amount to the tip of my dick, watching as it dripped down.
His hand tightly gripped me, stroking from base to tip and back down, spreading the lube evenly. Then he alternated his grip, pumping my dick, making me gasp and tremble.
“Relax, Levee.” He purred and brought his other hand down, lining it up with my tight hole. “This will feel amazing. I promise.”
I took a deep breath, and, on the exhale, I willed my body to relax. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to my capable lover.
His fist felt amazing, keeping him true to his word, and I felt his other hand moving slowly to allow my hole to stretch around the soft intrusion.
“Corion!” I shivered as he slowly plumbed in and out.
“The words in my head from you say so much more.” He chuckled, picking up his pace.
Naughty lover. His deep voice resonated inside my body.
Harder. I panted. Fuck me harder!
As you desire. The toy thrusting in and out of my ass swelled up, locking in place. Vibrations tickled my stretched ring, making me cry out.
“Fuck!”
A deep chuckle filled the room. “Your hole stretches beautifully.”
Groaning, I moved my hips with Corion.
Would you like to feel my mouth?
Corion! Yes!
His mouth replaced his hand, and I felt the bumps and ridges from his tongue teasing my cock as his head bobbed. Fingers moved up my body, moving from one side to the other as he pinched and rolled my nipples.
“Harder, please.” I begged him.
Corion’s lips tightened, and his suction increased, making my toes curl. The toy felt like it changed shape inside me, and I felt it tapping against my pleasure center.
CORION! My cock exploded in his mouth as my body tensed, preventing me from moving.
That’s it. Give me everything. His deep voice invaded the screams in my head.
I didn’t remember passing out, but when I woke, Corion was holding me close, snoring.
Did Synthosapiens sleep?
Fosti
My husband needed respite more than I had. It wasn’t a difficult decision to put my new acquisition to work to allow him a break.
Speaking of breaks, it was time to return to the private conference room. My trunk swung nervously, tapping against my chest as I made my way through the halls. We had been in peace talks with the people of Atania for two weeks.
Weeks.
Their demands of our botanical exports were becoming hostile, and, as a planet of peace, this was not going well.
Our prime export was from the Burstag Toe trees. These unique trees grew in Xa’Karth, and their nuts were delicious in recipes and used for medicine.
We were keen to harvest and export the delicacy, but their demanded quantity would diminish our ability to export to other planets.
Atanians were a bird-like species from one of Umaldi’s moons and were known to be violent and manipulative.
I advised Treasurer Bazi that trading with them would prove difficult and could cause problems for our people, but he only thought about money.
Beside me sat my closest friend and fellow Keronian, Olivis. “This was not how we planned this going.”
“I know, Olivis, I know.” A soft sigh left my lips. “Perhaps we should suggest a longer recess?”
His head bobbed, tossing his trunk about. “We all need time to reevaluate.”
“Excuse me.” I stood up from my place at the large conference table. “May I suggest a recess until the crone?”
The leader of the Atanian trade scowled and clacked his beak at me.
My quelled nature trembled in fear. This entire race rattled my nerves. Drawing a deep, slow breath in, I raised my voice, praying it wouldn’t tremble as I spoke.
“I am not suggesting. I am informing all parties that we are taking a well-needed recess for one crone.” To punctuate my words, I steadily rotated my head, making eye contact with everyone around the table.
Treasurer Bazi stood, nodding. “Master Fosti is correct. I believe we need time to renegotiate terms.”
“This is deplorable.” Gaiwk stood up, slamming his hands on the table, shaking it.
Holding my hands up, the cleric in the room chanted a prayer his people used to harness and enhance peace. I watched confusion fill the eyes of the Atanian’s and soon they nodded.
Gaiwk shook his head. “How your kind can calm a room with some lyrical crap, I’ll never know. We will reconvene in one week.”
“Thank you for understanding and giving us time to find a workable solution for us all.” I bowed my head.
He snapped his beak again as his people filed out of the room before following them. Once the room was clear of the tension, we all dropped to our seats, and a growl emanated from my chest.
“Fosti, do not let him get to you.” Bazi patted my shoulder. “You did very well in negotiation and were more accommodating that I’d have been.”
“That is because you crave the revenue.” I leveled my eyes with his. “Somehow, you have allowed greed into your spirit and have forgotten the peace that sustains us on Xa’Karth.”
“How dare you speak to me that way?” Anger filled his aura, and the others rapidly moved back.
Olivis jumped between us. “Please, Treasurer Bazi, see reason. Fosti has worked hard for you.”
We watched as he turned and paced the room. “Hmm.”
My nerves were completely shot, and my patience worn thin.
“Fosti.” He cleared his throat. “Fosti, I have a thought. As we have a week before we attempt negotiations I feel that you need a holiday. Would you like that?”
“Of course.”
“Very well.” He turned to leave the room with his robes flowing behind him. “I shall request the premium suite here for you to enjoy with Levee.”
“You know there is an auction in the morning.” Olivis linked his arm with mine. “Perhaps you can find a gift for Levee?”
Our trunks entwined. “I think sounds lovely.”
Maybe this holiday will be just what I need?