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  "No," I responded quickly. "Not at all. I feel the same way," I told her as I pulled her close. I felt that our bond had strengthened as well. And that wasn’t always the case when I had wild sex with a girl.

  "It's not like we are in a relationship," she told me. I could tell that she was fishing for some commitment.

  "Sure, we are," I responded. "I already confessed my love for you. We just made incredibly fantastic love to each other. I vow to protect you for the rest of our lives. How is that not a relationship?"

  "Well," she said. "There are a couple issues. First, that was not like any kind of sex that I have ever had before."

  "Me either."

  "It made me feel like an animal," she declared, obviously embarrassed. "I lost myself for a while. I'm sure that you noticed. I didn't feel used, but there was something very strange about it."

  "I'm sorry about that..."

  "No, don't be sorry," she told me. "I'm just explaining my feelings. You asked, right?" I nodded. "So, the lunatic sex was confusing, but unbelievably satisfying. I feel like I need to spend a week in the medical recovery bed back on the ship. I'm so drained."

  "I know what you mean."

  "The second issue is that we are trapped in this cell together," she explained. I could tell that she was studying my reaction to her words. "People do things that they otherwise wouldn't when the get too familiar with each other. When their options are limited."

  "That's not the situation for me," I defended myself. "I've had these feelings for you for a while."

  "Maybe," she said. "But you also have those feelings for Cinnamon, and possibly Strawberry now. I'm still not sure about that situation."

  "Well," I replied as I adjusted myself to lay more on my back. This was a good conversation to have her resting her beautiful face on my chest. I was glad that she followed my lead and did so. "I don't have feelings like this for Strawberry. Not even close. To me, she is a potential ally. One that could make a big difference in our future. Not someone that I love like you and Cinnamon. And Coffee."

  Sadness overwhelmed Honey's eyes and caused them to water up. I had the same problem with the mention of my dead lover's name.

  "I'm sorry to mention her..."

  "Don't be," Honey said. "We both loved her." I did my best to hide my reaction to that statement, but I must not have done a good enough job of it. "In our own ways," she clarified.

  After a while with both of us dwelling on our loss, we returned to the conversation. It was like a moment of silence out of respect for our deceased loved one.

  "So, it is between me and Cinnamon then?" she asked.

  "Why do I have to choose between you two?" I responded. "I love you both very much. Can't we all three be happy?"

  Honey squinted at the thought. At least she wasn't refusing the idea right away. "How does Cinnamon feel about this?"

  "She's actually more than fine with it. As you know, I've been fond of her from the beginning. But she is much more reserved than the rest of the crew. She explicitly gave me permission to be in bed with both you and Coffee."

  "Really?" she asked. I nodded trying to show how genuine the statement was. "Have you done for her what you just did for me?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "In our world, for a man to provide oral gratification to a woman is a very big deal. And I'm not even talking about the extreme orgasm that you gave me. The one that nearly killed me."

  We both chuckled, but she may have been totally serious. I remembered how much of a stupor she had fallen into from her sexual climax.

  "Not quite," I answered. "Like I said, she is more reserved." I didn't really want to get into details, but I saw the expression on her face. If I didn't say more, she wouldn't fully understand the situation.

  "Cinnamon is technically a virgin," I whispered.

  I thought that my favorite spice girl was naive in thinking that no one else knew her secret. But I was wrong. Honeysuckle was shocked to hear the news. And, just like I hoped, it made all the difference.

  We talked at length about a variety of things before the subject returned to our sexual episode from a moment ago. Neither of us had experienced crazy psycho sex like that before. I apologized for trying to force my cock into her mouth and beating her in the head with it. She in turn apologized for not satisfying me orally in return for the wicked pussy licking that I gave her. I told her that not every time we made love did it have to be so extreme. She was surprisingly relieved to hear me say it. If I hadn’t, she might be wary about accepting an invitation for a while.

  "So how much do you think that devil girl saw?" she asked me. Perhaps some of her modesty after our love making was because she had been seen in the act. Considering how wild we got, that was more than understandable. Back on Earth, a woman would seriously be worried about her reputation after a romp like the one we had.

  "I have no idea."

  "Her and the other woman were talking about us being used for reproductive purposes," she said. "I'm betting they were only talking about you. Maybe after seeing what a crazy fuck you are, they'll be too scared to mate with you."

  We both laughed hard at that thought. If I were a girl and watched what had just happened in this room a little while ago, I would have second thoughts as well. I could not imagine how terrified Cinnamon would be.

  "Oh shit," I said at that thought. "You have to promise not to tell Cinnamon about us having sex."

  "Why?" honey asked suspiciously. "Am I to be kept secret?"

  "No, no, not at all. I just don't want her to be scared of me. I’m fine with her knowing that you and I are this close now."

  "Ah," Honey smiled. "No problem. I'll tell her that we got intimate, if she asks, but I won't get into the details. I won't lie to Cinnamon outright, though. She doesn't normally ask about this sort of thing anyway."

  "Given my relationship with her," I said. "She just might this time."

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Honey is a flirty girl one day,

  Honey is a mental patient the next,

  Honey is a sexy hot lady,

  With the dripping sweet labia,

  But there is one day that Honey says every day, and it is,

  She loves, she wants me to take her to crazy town.

  I woke to a finger poking me in the shoulder. Honey was awake already and trying to get my attention. My dream induced song faded away like a DJ cut with a commercial interruption. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before looking where she was pointing. The doorway.

  I expected to see the freaky demon girl Mavdaios. Instead, there was a completely different creature. It was the first time that I had seen this one. I took my time checking her out.

  Not quite as tall of the devil girl, she stood about six feet high. An elegant narrow face with a thin nose and tiny mouth. Almost elfish except for the large green eyes. Overall, very human in appearance in comparison to some of the others. Only the long, pointed ears poking out through her black hair made her look alien.

  Her skin was exceptionally light green in color, almost white, and velvety in appearance. Unlike the others she was not naked. She wore a long hairy robe that was black, matching her hair perfectly. It ended just below her knees to reveal very slender calves and ankles. Skinny human-like feet rested at a forty-five-degree angle from each other. Nice thin toes, but no toenails.

  She stared directly at me while remaining motionless. Though I was not familiar with her species, of course, I could best describe her expression as awe. She was fascinated by me. In the fog of awakening, I thought, who wouldn’t be in awe of me?

  "Hello," I said to her as I rolled up to a seated position. I suddenly felt silly about my ego coming out of my dream. After last night’s record-breaking sexual experience my night was filled with god-like fantasies.

  She did not reply. Instead, she tilted her head back and forth to examine what she could see of my body. I was only wearing my boxer shorts. With those slight movements her hair shifted to reveal mo
re of her ears. They were tubular with points rising nearly as high as the top of her skull. It was a glamorous display of her strange beauty. But it was the robe that caught my attention.

  It wasn't a robe at all, actually. Her hair was that long instead. She let it flow down her chest to conceal her body, which I could only assume was naked underneath. None of the others that lived here wore any clothes. Mavdaios made a point of considering the concept strange.

  Honeysuckle rolled up to sit beside me, using my body to protect her from our new visitor. At first, I found that strange. This woman did not look the least bit threatening. Her hands and forearms were exposed in front of her midriff with long fingers touching as she studied me in particular. She was not wearing a ring like Mavdaios used to negate the power of the pain inducing gemstone above the doorway.

  Wait! my brain screamed. She was standing in the doorway. The ever-constant red glow from above was missing. Turned off somehow. That was how I was able to judge her skin color clearly. Had the virtual lock to our cage been deactivated while we were sleeping? Or was this woman's presence interfering with it?

  "I'm Kash," I said as I stood slowly. I wanted to move toward the door in hopes of escape. Avoiding scaring her off was crucial, though, until I could figure out what happened to the red pain stone.

  The long-haired elfish woman stood more erect, puffing her tiny chest forward as she took a deep breath. Glimpses of her bare skin through the silky strands of hair suggested I was correct in assuming her to be nude like the others.

  "I'm Aeren," she finally replied in a song like whisper. Combined with her undeniable alien beauty it was very intriguing. Immediately, I thought of the dangers involved with sirens of mythology.

  I needed to focus on escape. I couldn't be distracted by her dazzling appearance or hypnotizing voice. My body technically shouldn't even be capable of it considering the experience that I just recently had with Honeysuckle. But it clearly was.

  My lover's green skin was much darker than the newcomer's, but they had some striking similarities. It was a bit surprising that Aeren wasn't more focused on someone that could be of a similar race. Just as I thought that she glanced at Honey's face poking out from behind me to get a better view.

  "Will she become impregnated?" Aeren asked in a gentle tone. Her curiosity was obvious. Is that why she came to visit? Did she hear about our sexual escapade? Was this their doctor coming to examine our reproductive organs?

  I knew from conversations back on the ship that none of the women in my crew could accidentally get knocked up. Whether it was technological advancement or common body modification, I didn't know. If any of them chose to have a baby, they would need to receive an injection that would remove the chemical barrier that prevented conception.

  I placed my hand on Honey's shoulder to discourage her from answering. I figured it was possible that my most valuable asset to these people was my ability to become a father. That might open up possibilities for me, or even potentially save our lives. If I answered no, they might reason that we weren't worth keeping around.

  "Maybe," I answered as I took a slow step toward her. She was only five feet away from me at that point. I did my best to appear non-intimidating but failed.

  Aeren raised one hand toward me delicately. Her gesture was clear. She wanted me to stop my forward motion. I did so, hoping that it would only be temporary. I needed to make her feel comfortable before I attacked. I might be able to jump her at this distance, but if she stepped back would the red pain crystal reactivate? My arm tingled from the memory of the pain it received when I tested it before.

  "You will be presented to our queen," Aeren informed me. If she was their doctor, she had the perfect voice for a calming bedside manner. "You will need to be cleaned prior to that meeting. I mean no offense, but you smell like a spicy food that has gone bacterial."

  Honeysuckle snickered. I couldn't blame her. I didn't care for the insult, but it couldn't possibly have been presented in a friendlier way. This woman could make a career out of delivering bad news back on Earth. Once the people got past her alien appearance, of course.

  Aeren looked at Honeysuckle for only the second time since her arrival. "You have a pleasant aroma that blocks this foul odor, but not sufficiently. I am assuming this unpleasant scent is from sweat and body secretions during your sexual intercourse. Is that correct?"

  I sniffed the air instinctively. Sure enough, it smelled like old Thai food in our cell.

  "I believe so, Aeren," I answered as I attempted to take another step forward. I was intent on answering every question if it meant getting me closer to a chance of escape.

  The long-haired alien beauty smoothly adjusted her stance like a ninja. Knees and elbows out, hands forward ready for combat. Clearly a martial arts stance. It caused the hair to part in areas down the front of her body. I caught a glimpse of her breasts. They weren't huge but much larger than her frame would indicate. Close to the same size as Honey's. The gap between her legs remained hidden but it was clear that she was not shaved around her vagina. At least the hair there wasn't as long as that on her head. If not recently trimmed, it only grew to form a nice small bush.

  Noticing these things came naturally for me. However, I wasn't able to focus on them as much as I would have liked. Her stance set off another change. Her hair. It slowly changed colors to a light green, just a shade or two darker than her skin. A chameleon effect for defensive purposes.

  My approach was raising a diplomatic barrier between us. There was no doubt of that. So, I took a tiny step back to set her at ease. She remained in the karate style position, but her face became less rigid.

  "That is beautiful," I told her. Manipulator mode had kicked on full force inside my brain. This is when I was at my best. "How do you do that?"

  "What?" she asked as she glanced between us. I could see that she was determined not to be surprised if Honey should attack while I was trying to distract her.

  "Your hair. It changed colors."

  "It is a characteristic of my race," she answered hesitantly. "The Xotico. It should also be noted that we are fierce warriors in close combat. I cordially recommend that you take another step backwards."

  Cordially?

  "Okay, no problem," I said as I complied. "You seem like a nice person, Aeren. Tell me, why are we being kept here?"

  She studied both of us as we awaited her answer. Despite the elegant appearance I could imagine the wheels turning in her head. Unlike a typical jailer, she had a personal interest in us. Perhaps it was just her way.

  "Please move to the other bed," Aeren told us. "The one farthest from the door."

  "Why?" Honeysuckle asked. But I shushed her and told her to just do it. Once our butts were firmly on the moss-covered surface where I had awoken for the first time in this cell, Aeren slowly returned to a casual stance. Then she moved gracefully to the bed that we had vacated and had a seat.

  Her super slim legs came in full view and were fantastically sexy in an anime kind of way. She brought her knees together as if knowing somehow that I would try to catch a glimpse of her vagina. She then used her hands to spread her hair evenly to shield my view of the rest of her body.

  "We live mostly underground," she explained, offering more information than expected. "We have one location above for our remembrance idols. Our people hold that place sacred and were appalled by your trespassing. I fully understand that your visit there was unintentional, but our laws are a bit crude here I'm afraid."

  I had questions, of course. But I got the distinct impression that she was prepared to divulge more details. Why else would she take a seat, except to show off those fragile but strangely enticing elf legs?

  "Once captured we realized that you are male and female. And remarkably similar in body type to the Edaifi."

  "A day fee?"

  "Edaifi," she corrected my pronunciation. "That is our species. Perhaps it is yours as well, though you may have another name. We come in many varied races,
though. Judging solely on the two of you and spoken record of the third person we spotted, your people have much less variation. I am curious about that, but perhaps we can delve into it at another time. The answer to your question, why you are being kept here comes in two parts."

  She studied us for a moment before continuing. "We have never had captives before. Very few would suggest the death penalty for your infraction. I certainly would not. On the other hand, very few are proposing your release. The reason for that brings up the second issue."

  This time she not only studied us longer, she literally spent a full two seconds staring at my crotch. I would like to say that I was getting uncomfortable, but I wasn't at all. Instead, I was one inhibition strand away from suggesting a threesome orgy. Right here, right now. My pecker was rising from her attention, but my brain kept screaming for me to get control of myself.