An Unknown Variable
Somewhere, deep in the hotel and entertainment compound built on Fe Lanmou, a pair of obsidian eyes gazed through a one-way mirror. The man they belonged to, if you could call him that, spent some time considering his options.
The harvest was sacred, and the two imbeciles in the room behind the glass had put it at risk. One simple rule! All they had to do was follow one goddamn rule! He could ascribe their error to one of two reasons:
They were weak minded fools. This was the option he liked better. The other reason was, to say the least, worrisome.
He would soon find out; as his bulky assistant pushed the third in a row of five buttons in the other room, the slim frames of the two Asian girls - naked besides serpent-shaped nipple clamps enveloping their breasts - started shaking slightly on the Sybians pounding their holes with now increased speed.
He really did enjoy these human bodies. Their receptiveness to pleasure (and pain) compounded his own race's harvest abilities to create an exhilarating dimension of sexual possibilities. In this case, the ability to delay orgasms would prove which of his theories was correct.
He smiled and gently stroked the front of his pants while the Asian faces in front of him twisted with the effort not to cum, made more difficult by his assistant activating Stage 4.
*****
Up above the ground - Fiona and Charlie still asleep and blissfully unaware of their masseuses' predicament - most of the travellers gathered for the welcome party had moved to the pool area. Walking slowly through the glistening bodies, Connor and Sam happily squeezed through gaps way too tight. With a little nudge here or there, they managed to rub against a variety of body parts inconspicuously enough.
Halfway to the bar, however, they realised that the atmosphere from the plane ride seemed to have disembarked along the hundred gorgeous singles. For every tight ass they grazed, for every perky boob they stroked in passing, someone would touch the front of their board shorts or push up against their backs. It was definitely more body contact than even the bass-heavy, upbeat and somehow simultaneously seductive music warranted.
With everyone clad in tight bikinis or swimming trunks, little was left to the imagination as people felt each other up. Sam and Connor happily reciprocated when they were stopped by a set of gorgeous twins looking to exchange some heavy kisses. Their rough hands ran up and down the girls' backs, making them shiver and moan in their arms.
"Hey!" shouted Sam when the twins were whisked out of their arms by just one god-like bodybuilder. Connor patted his friend on the back reassuringly.
"We've really got enough to choose from," he chuckled, pulling Sam closer to the bar. There, the music was almost unbearably loud. The beat permeated their bodies until it felt like their hearts were thumping in sync.
Possibly from all the cocktail mixing, the air was heavy with something salty that also smelled fruity and refreshing. In the few minutes it had taken them to get here, more and more people weren't just rubbing their bodies against each other to the music.
Instead, they had removed the little clothes they had been wearing and were now in various stages of heavy petting. Although difficult to tell in the mass of writhing bodies, Connor was sure a lot of them were already having full-blown sex.
"Well, would you look at that," Connor commented as two guys sandwiched a petite redhead, stripping her naked within seconds. His eyes had been drawn to them as they were still fully clothed. The girl didn't mind, though. Oblivious to her onlookers, she ground her little ass into the taller man's front, having to stand on her toes to hit the sweet spot. At the same time, she stuck her tongue down the other guy's throat, biting his lip and dropping his shorts to the floor.
As his thick dick sprang free, the guy behind her kicked his trunks off, too, picked her up and unceremoniously shoved his long member up her rear end. The guy in front followed suit with her sopping pussy, and in a second the two of them were hammering away. The music drowned out the girl's screams, but Sam and Connor could see her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
So occupied, they failed to notice that right around them, similar actions were being taken. Their drinks were forgotten when a busty Latina wrapped her arms around Sam and shouted, "I need your cock up my ass!". Their horny minds questioned nothing. This was, after all, their goal: sex. Lots of it, and in any shape or form.
Wafts of ocean air whirled between the steaming bodies. With the sun slowly dipping down, longer shadows emphasised luscious curves and straining muscles.
Sam turned to face the mocha-skinned girl, only to spin her around. Conveniently naked, she simply spread her legs and bent forward, pulling Connor in front of her. He didn't need encouragement. While Sam dropped his shorts and ran his rough fingers through the girl's nether lips, plunging them somewhat gently into her tight puckered ass to prepare her, Connor simply opened his fly and rammed his shaft down her throat.
*****
"As you can see," panted Akemi, "we have strong minds worthy to, ughh, serve you, Master. Mhmm!"
