Chapter 11 GETTING PHYSICAL, PHYSICAL! #2
Ah, that reminds me; I had a thought earlier pertaining to settling the unattached males. Have you heard of a Community Kropeknik?
I’m vaguely aware of the concept.
My fathers used one back home. I only remembered while sharing some older memories with Urzan.
Do you have the schematics?
Mostly? I have enough for the basic idea. Urzan is working on fleshing them out. I will bring you a copy soon, as well.
Well then, I’d say it sounds like we’ve made excellent progress today! A mild tone of annoyance came through on their bond, despite the positive sentence. Forgive me, Xenoth, the wikwiks have activated their troublemaking program again. I must go.
Good luck!
Xenoth closed out their connection, his thoughts tumbling over the creation myth once more.
The implications. He found it easy to believe that such information had been deliberately kept from the wider populace.
His people were so private, sharing such a thing would have invited pure chaos for those curious enough to attempt bonds with other species throughout the universe.
And for all his peoples’ shyness (if you could call it that), they were curious.
Xenoth was so distracted, he forgot about the loading photos until his terminal chimed at him. He rushed over, activating the screen. His breath hissed out in a long, slow huff of disbelief as he stared at the beauty displayed before him.
Z’Sally wore less and less clothing in each progressive photo until her entire body was bared before him. Her fiery hair brought to mind a particular dessert he’d once had made of a creamy substance topped with a flaming liquor.
Xenoth had never had the urge to lick another being before now, but looking at her smooth, pale skin with its many small, decorative sun-dots, she looked absolutely delicious.
His body ached with need as he stared at the photos. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to.
He glanced at the bottle of pheromones next to his terminal. If the myth was right, and if he’d done the science correctly, the pheromones should trigger his fluid production and allow him to pleasure himself without the need of another to be physically present in the room.
He reached for the bottle with a trembling hand, pausing for a long moment before uncapping it.
He could have reached pleasure on his own, it was true, but releasing his fluids would bring a much greater pleasure, and would allow his system a much needed purge.
He took a delicate whiff of the pheromones before closing it.
The effect was immediate and left him dizzy as his entire body shuddered heavily. His slit tingled. Using his kropek to pull off his chiton, he slid his hand down until his fingers brushed against his mating slit and gasped. It was so sensitive!
He slipped his fingers inside the slit, stroking slowly as he enjoyed the sensations rippling down into his mating tube. He took his time. It had been a long while since he’d felt the desire to stroke himself, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
The intense ache brought on by Z’Sally’s pheromones was new and Xenoth groaned heavily as his tube finally popped free, rising from his slit to bob in front of him. Its slick surface slid easily in his grasp as he fisted it, pumping gently.
Xenoth’s kropek seemingly took on a mind of their own, traversing the entirety of his body to stroke pleasure centers he had forgotten existed. One slid into the slit around the base of his tube, squeezing gently. An embarrassing sound escaped his mouth at the pleasure that squeeze elicited.
Another kropek slithered between his legs from behind, rubbing against the pulsing sack containing his fluid production gland. An even more embarrassing sound escaped him and he had to let go of his tube to catch himself against the table.
His breath came out in a gasp as his kropek rubbed his sack a second time.
He could feel his mating fluid building up already!
He tried reaching down to stroke his tube again, seeking relief, but his knees were too weak from the intense sensations coursing through his body for him to let go of the table.
Xenoth’s kropek decided to be helpful for once and reached out to do the stroking for him. Just as he thought he was about to go mad with the need to ejaculate, his kropek vibrated. Everywhere.
The shout that left him could be heard 4 domiciles down the corridor.
His fluids erupted out of him in a startling burst as the kropek around the base of his tube released itself. A geyser of shining gold liquid spurted from him once, twice, and again.
His knees went completely out from under him as he came, only his kropek keeping him anywhere near standing as the prehensile lengths of his mane lowered him down to a kneeling position.
He panted as though he’d just escaped the Queen’s palace for a second time, his vision blurring from the strength of his orgasm.
When his vision cleared and he was able to stop moaning in pleasure, his moans turned to momentary laughter as he saw the damage he’d wrought to his sleeping facilities. Not to mention his data terminal.
“Z’arth help me,” he muttered, putting a hand to his head.
If this was how hard he came from a picture of Z’Sally, he rather thought seeing her in person might actually be the death of him! To be exposed to her pheromones constantly!
He decided it would be an absolutely glorious end.
A quiet tap on the adjoining bedroom door brought him back to his senses and his kropek shot out to ensure that the door stayed closed. His brother’s voice carried through the thin material.
“Xenoth, are you alright?”
Xenoth laughed at the irony of that question. “I’m fine, Urzan! I just had…an…unexpected fluid buildup.”
“Do you need a container?”
“No, no! I’m already finished.”
Quite finished. Absolutely dead.
“Mmhm, okay. Well then, do you need a mop?”
Xenoth flopped backwards onto the pillows in laughing exasperation.
“Probably!” he called back, and then, “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to fix my terminal station tomorrow?”
Urzan groaned, his head thunking against the closed door. “Not the terminal, Xenoth! Honestly, what is this, your first time?”
Xenoth just laughed. He laughed so hard, Urzan became concerned all over again.
“Wait, this isn’t your first time, is it?!”
“NO, Urzan! Go back to bed! I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Actually, if you’re awake, I might, um, go take care of a buildup issue of my own. I don’t need help!” he added swiftly. “I’ll call Arzog.”
Xenoth threw an arm over his face with a small groan, still laughing. He then cleaned up the mess he’d made. Urzan was still moaning away in their shared cleansing room by the time Xenoth was done.
Xenoth supposed he owed Urzan an apology. Having a constant female-induced fluid buildup must be terrible.
Xenoth’s lips pulled into another smile as he realized that he was absolutely looking forward to any and all torment Z’Sally was going to put him through.
Assuming she came.
Planet-side, that is.
Xenoth swiftly found something productive to try and distract his mind away from thoughts of Z’Sally achieving orgasm. It didn’t work.
“Z’arth’s ingrown fangs!” he muttered in annoyance as his tube began to inflate inside of his slit. “How does Urzan get anything done?!”
He managed to stay significantly quieter for his second wank, and did no further damage to his terminal station, but he was absolutely worn out afterwards.
Before the post-wank sleeping haze claimed him, he pulled out his mobile terminal and sent a fluid-induced message back to Z’Sally…along with a few photos of his own.
Xenoth intended to leave her with no doubts about his desire.
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