Teleportation sucks. I bent over as I fought the urge to retch. My new surroundings were a dressing room with a plethora of costumes, a few of which matched armor I had worn in the Star Wars game. The jet black Mandolorian armor screamed, wear me. A scantily clad female of a species I had not encountered offered to bathe and dress me in the armor of my choice.
"Welcome young Master," she greeted me in heavily accented English. "I am called Lotus by the Ravens. My people are known amongst the inhabitants of the Maze as the Serpentis for our reptilian nature. Is there anything you wish to know as I run your bath?"
"What is your name?"
"T'kan Ur Malan roughly translates to sun-kissed at noon's twin. My world orbits a binary system. My birth coincided with both suns exalted in the sky."
"Auspicious."
"So my tribe believed," she blushed a deep green. "Our bath is ready. May I have the honor of washing you?"
"I feel spoiled, but when in Rome," I said, and Lotus grinned. "What?"
"Nothing, well, I recall when Tiberius Caesar Augustus ruled. It seems like yesterday."
'He was the second emperor of Rome and ruled for twenty-three years and retired until his death at the age of seventy-seven,' Surfer said.
Lotus undressed me before removing the silk gown that she wore. For a reptilian race, her anatomy appeared quite human. Was life out there not so divergent from our own? We entered the circular tub. It could have held twenty people comfortably, so the two of us had plenty of room. Lotus used a wooden bucket to gather water and dump it over my head before the applied shampoo and worked it into my hair and scalp.
"You look remarkably human," I said, and she laughed. "What is so amusing?"
"Later, once you are adequately bathed and dried, I will reveal one of my secrets. My people hoard such things as a miser acquires gold. Do you prefer hands or feet to wash your nether regions?"
"Feet?"
"Oh yes, my toes are quite nimble, and I trained in the art of pleasing males with them."
"Toes it is then."
"Everyone in the Maze has heard the name Booker," Lotus said as her full, firm breasts rubbed against my back.
"An occupational hazard, I suppose," I said. "How do the Ravens get the internet out here?"
"The Ravens have a satellite that broadcasts and grants access to the privileged few. Only the wealthiest can contact your world directly. The Osirian embassy is the most well-known for that pleasure." Lotus shifted and washed my arms now. She gasped in surprise when her fingers accidentally brushed against the bracer on my left forearm. "Where did you get that?"
"I found it. What is the fuss?"
"You do not have its mate," Lotus said.
"I am not sure that it has one," I replied, noticing her sudden change of demeanor. What had begun as docile and sensuous abruptly became intense and curious.
"No doubt you will. Now, sit back and enjoy as my feet massage away all that nasty stress. Tsk-tsk, fine, the K'Ta'Viiri, better known as the Duskwalkers or Lords of Essænce, crafted that vambrace you wear. Their origins are shadowy, but the most agreed-upon legend is that the Anunnaki designed and created the Duskwalkers. They seeded them upon the Earth once it had reached a certain level of development. They possessed many genetic gifts, chief among them the ability to absorb, channel, and manipulate the Essænce or dragon line energy. The two were quite inseparable, leading to the race's near-extinction. Only a handful survive, including yourself, of course."
"How do you know so much?" Left asked. 'Who is this female' He sent to me silently. 'I was asleep.'
'She says her people are called the Serpentis,' I replied. Left mentally shrugged, and his caution vanished as if he knew her people and didn't see them as a threat.
"My people were engineered by the Duskwalkers mimicking their creators. We were designed as servants and only freed when the dragon lines slept. With their deaths, we vowed to never lower ourselves to be as haughty and dismissive as your people. Since our freedom, we have become humble and happy. I hold no ill will Booker. You have shown your kindness and lust for life."
"I am not going to spoil such a pleasant encounter. About those toes of yours."
True to her word, Lotus' toes were practically prehensile in their ability to grip and stroke my growing erection. She gleefully supported herself using her arms, allowing her feet easy access to my cock. One foot would stabilize the side of my erection while the other moved up and down as deftly as any handjob I had received.
"When was the first time someone stroked you off?"
A memory surfaced, but it wasn't one of mine but Nick's. It was one of the first times he and Kat fooled around. Instead, I shared the time at a birthday party when several of us drank too much and crossed a few lines. There were no regrets, just missed opportunities, and in my case, I had a crush on a popular girl, and she spent the night with someone else. I had been too shy to tell her how I felt. After that, my attitude changed, but it was too little too late. We graduated, and she went abroad for college. Regrets aplenty and all too human.
"Interesting. Do you have any words of advice for new players just getting into the game?" Lotus asked and pointed to the floating sphere that was remarkably like one of my droids from Star Wars.
"Where did you get that?"
"The Ravens purchase them from an engineer here within the Maze. She managed to mimic not just your droids but also other players' creations. Hush now and let Lotus make you climax."
"Have fun," I said in answer to her query. "Be creative. Unn, that feels nice. Where was I?"
"Spit or swallow. You were about to beg me to suck you off."
"No, I wasn't," I replied, watching her shocked reaction with pride. "If you want it so damn bad, go for it. You've already used your feet; why not use your mouth. Does your species even have a gag reflex?"
