Ambassadors of Aldadiir Ep. 002 - Eyleif

Author's Note:

Ambassadors of Aldadiir began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, incest, and other themes. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.

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Amund and Astrid: Eyleif

High Ambassador Eyleif lounged on her richly furnished mattress - the only furniture in that room - as she waited for the twins to be escorted onto her ship. Her black eyes watched the corridor in front of her, where the humans would be led through that luxurious hall that led to her bedchamber. Her bedchamber: her place of business, and the space she spent the majority of her life in.

Cloth hung everywhere around her and down the main passage in an artful display of decadence, all in shades of pale purple of the same hue as her much darker skin. No cloth hung from her body, of course. For what use did a noble have for garments? Her hand idly ran across the smooth skin of her hip and leg, positioned in the best fashion to accentuate the perfect curves.

A small, expectant smile played at her lips. Her body was already pleasantly aroused. She had to admit, this whole affair was quite exciting. It had been a very, very long time since she was able to experience something new. And this would be something new to her entire race. When she had been contacted by this station's princess (and shown that short clip of the humans making love in the bathing area) Eyleif had jumped at the chance to be here. She had every reason to believe that this would be an exciting experience.

For the first time since they had gotten here, the twins were pulled out of their enclosure. Rania, the head of the research team, strode down the hall of the space station, prodding the twins (still not allowed clothes, which irked Amund at least) along. With them were many other of the blue-skinned scientists, a gaggle of green-skinned engineers, and some red-skinned soldiers. All of the Aldadiir wore implausibly form-fitting jumpsuits in their respective skin colors, only somewhat adorned with other practical garments such as lab coats for the Blues, slight padding for the Greens, and partial armor for the Reds. The aliens talked to each other in their own melodic language, but none of them spoke to the humans. Some, especially the Reds, were definitely talking about them, though. The Reds were even more openly leering and vulgar than the Blues had ever been. No translation needed for what they were talking about. The females were way, way worse about it than the comparatively few males, noticeably enough.

Astrid was quieter than her twin as she was being led through the facilities. She often let her brother do the talking, especially in the uncomfortable situation where she was naked and surrounded by a bunch of leering aliens. Astrid had gotten used to being seen by the others through the glass, but somehow being outside again made it more... personal. So she hugged herself as she walked to at least cover her breasts.

"Where are we going?" Amund asked Rania again.

[To the High Ambassador,] Rania responded, same as ever. [Hurry up. Must not keep the High Ambassador waiting.]

Amund sighed, then opened his eyes wide as the procession entered a docking bay that held several amazingly advanced and aesthetically elegant alien ships. The biggest and most imposing was the one that the procession prodded the twins aboard. As soon as they entered the ship, Rania stripped off her jumpsuit. Looking back, Amund paled, and reddened, to see every other pointy-eared Aldadiir doing the same thing.

The female twin looked equally in awe of the ships in the bay. The impressiveness was quickly forgotten, though, when she realized that all the other women were getting naked around her. A brilliant pink blush rose to her face. They were absolutely beautiful. Something in the aphrodisiacs they were giving her must be messing with her mind because seeing all that naked female flesh... Astrid blinked and looked away with a bit of a disturbed, wide-eyed stare.

"Why are you getting naked?" Amund asked, blushing furiously.

[Sign of respect. Clothes not needed here.] Rania said. Now every bit as nude as the twins, Rania prodded the two of them along again, into another room, where the first purple-skinned Aldadiir they had ever seen lay in wait. None of them could compare to her attractive naked form.

"Welcome, humans," Eyleif said in a rich, friendly voice. "I am High Ambassador Eyleif." An elegant smile spread across her face as she looked them up and down. The twins were as beautiful as they were exotic. Or perhaps beautiful in their exotic nature. That golden long fur - hair - that flowed from their scalps was appealing in some strange way. Eyleif's ebon eyes caught the head researcher's, and she nodded her perfectly crested head. "Thank you. I will summon you if I need you."

Rania bowed a little and withdrew, although she gave the twins and Ambassador alike a rather longing look of wistful desire. And anticipation. The door shut and she was gone.

Amund swallowed and looked askance at Eyleif. His eyes went wide as he drank in her exotic purple flesh. "You... you speak our language?" he said incredulously. The others all communicated with them through telepathy only.

A dip of her elegant head. "I speak English, and have done so since the moment you walked in," she said with that small smile still on her lips.

Although he could tell that the purple alien wanted him to be impressed, and, therefore, wanted to show off to her by not being impressed, Amund could still not stifle how very impressed he was. No more than he could stifle how aroused he was. That was the problem with being naked: an erection made things quite obvious. "You are a more powerful psychic than the Blue ones, then," he conjectured. It was indeed a reasonable step up from their previously displayed powers.

He took another deep breath. "Since you are an Ambassador, perhaps you will be willing to talk to us? Why were we taken from our homeworld?"

"Come. Sit on my bed with me," she said as she patted the light lavender-clothed mattress in front of her. "I will explain to you what I think is appropriate."

Though really all she wanted to do was take the two of them and ravish them until none of them could move. But she could be patient. Eyleif had certainly lived long enough to learn such a thing, even when it came to sex.

Astrid looked over to her brother as if for guidance. She didn't know if she wanted to get nearer the distressingly beautiful purple alien. Her eyes kept being drawn over there, though. Enough so that she took a couple of steps towards the bed. She reached over to take Amund's hand.

Amund hesitated. He glanced over at his equally hesitant sister. Well, no sense opposing the powerful alien psychic in something so small.

"Then please tell us," Amund pleaded as he sat down on the bed, as far as he could get from the Aldadiiri Ambassador without it being blatantly impolite. Astrid moved onto the bed with her brother, with him between herself and the purple woman. Even leaned against the comforting, familiar form of her mate, her bright blue eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the alien still lounging comfortably in her bed. Astrid gave up not looking at her entirely, but she did try diligently to look at the woman's disturbingly black eyes instead of her lovely purple form.

Amund put an arm comfortingly around his sister, giving her a slight squeeze of reassurance. Since he, too, was trying to look at the alien's black eyes and not her gorgeous, nude frame, and because he was looking away from Astrid, he did not note her discomfort or confused arousal. He was too busy trying to not react to his own unconfused arousal.

The Ambassador was well aware of the human's eyes on her, and while she was slightly confused at the female's discomfort with her arousal, she chose not to address it yet. She fully intended to answer the primitives' questions. At least a couple. Then the filming - and the real fun - could begin.

"You were taken to be studied, my lovelies," she answered honestly. "Your biology and customs are fascinating." Her eyes roamed freely across the male's form. She would have done so with the female as well, but the female was hiding behind her male. Odd.

"Taken to be studied?" Amund asked incredulously. Well, not incredulously. That had obviously been the case from the beginning. "We are a space-faring race! No matter how much more advanced you are than us, we are still clearly technologically advanced enough to have our own data on ourselves. If you wanted data on human culture and biology, all you would have had to do was ask. We can provide ample data without being stripped naked, thrown in a display case, and forced to have deviant, incestuous sex with each other!" It was probably very stupid to lash out at the all-powerful alien, but Amund had been very frustrated for a very long time.

The Aldadiir's brow rose at the male's very bold words. Very bold, indeed, for a male, while the female was silent and staring. Her eyes flashed between the twins as realization began to dawn on her. The males were dominant in their species. Most probably. The twin humans could also be strange for their kind.

"You seem to be morally offended by our treatment of you. Do you not keep your own creatures of lesser intelligence to study and keep as pets and entertainment?"

"Of course. We keep non-sapients as pets," Amund said shortly. "Yes, we are a lesser race than you. I will not belabor this self-evident point. We are much more fragile and lack your many strange powers. But we are sapients, and in our race, sapient creatures have certain rights." His face fell a bit. "Then again, you are the first nonhuman sapient race we have ever met," he said sadly. "And definitely the first one that looks like us." He looked up again at her eyes. "Can you not allow us some freedoms as befits another race in your form, even one without psionic powers?"

"I wonder how you could even determine sapience, human, as you have no mental powers of your own to detect such things." The small smile on her face went crooked for a moment in wry amusement. "We may be able to offer you some freedoms if you cooperate with us. Especially those that improve quality of life and longevity until we can address the degeneration flaw you both seem to have."

Eyleif's quiet put-down took the fight out of Amund for a moment. No mental powers indeed. The alien had a point. His manner changed abruptly when she mentioned freedoms and improvements. "Degeneration flaw?" he whispered. "You mean, old age?" He took a deep breath. "You can do that?" Immortality. Wow. Even though, with his faith, death did not scare him, the prospect of biological immortality for he and his sister was still an enormously tempting one.

"We can do that, I believe," Eyleif assured the human male. "Most probably. More research is necessary. At the very least, we can add a couple of hundred years to your lifespan. For now, though, you two were brought here for a purpose. I wish to enjoy your bodies." She reached out an open palm to them. "Come. I will show you pleasures you've never experienced. If you cooperate, I may have more answers."

"Enjoy our bodies?" he asked. Oh. Ah. The sex-obsessed aliens finally wanted to have sex with them. "We thank you, but please no," he said in a small voice. "We are each other's mates and do not wish to have other partners. It would be wrong." And both of them? His sister was as female as she! Apparently, the aliens were also that kind of deviant.

"It is unfortunate that you do not want any other partners because I'm afraid you don't have much choice in the matter. But I can see that both of you desire my body. I can promise that I will not harm either of you. Really, I wish to bring you pleasure."

Another swallow. Amund's cock throbbed with desire at the lovely alien's offer. But he was determined not to give in. He belonged to Astrid, not himself, now. "I... But... We..." he stammered. A deep breath. He turned to his sister. "Please, say something, Astrid!" he pleaded. "Back me up on this!"

Astrid shifted back slightly when her brother turned to look at her. She was already as crimson as she would get, else she would have blushed more furiously. She REALLY wanted the alien woman; it was driving her insane. Judging by Amund's cock, he agreed with her. But she had to say something, she had to back him up. They were not supposed to...

In a very, very quiet voice, she said; "Well, it is sinful for me to have another man, but, you know, in the Bible-" She swallowed, and her eyes stared hard at her hands in front of her. What was she talking about?! That was NOT how humans did things anymore. But she couldn't take her words back, nor did she want to.

Amund listened to his sister's quiet words. Sinful for her to have another man, which was not the case here, but in the Bible... in the Bible what? Where was she going with this? Amund did not know. All he knew was that she seemed to be very red, and very aroused. About as much as he was, in fact. Indeed, it would be amazing to have sex with the alien woman... wait, why was his sister aroused by the alien woman?

"I can see you want it, human female. Astrid. Why fight it, when it is inevitable?" Eyleif said.

Amund's confusion was compounded by the alien, Eyleif, confirming that his sister was indeed desirous of her. Which confused him. He had no desire for the alien males. He was powerfully attracted to the alien females, as pretty much any human male could not help but be. So he would understand if Astrid was attracted to the Aldadiiri males. But she was straight, wasn't she...

Finally, Eyleif rose from her place on the bed and gracefully approached the pair of them until she was knelt next to Amund. Her soft purple hand came to rest on his thigh.

Amund tensed. Her touch was intoxicating. He desperately wanted to embrace her. Her aura, her presence, overwhelmed him with desire. He shuddered. "Humans fight the inevitable a lot. Surely a race that has made it to the stars can understand the worth of fighting impossible fights?"

"I know the worth of fighting improbable fights. But impossible ones? Those are not worth the resources and the pain. True wisdom will be able to see the difference between the impossible and improbable." She leaned in gradually closer as she said those words until her sweet-smelling breath brushed against his neck. Lust-lidded eyes gazed hungrily at his lips. How often she had seen that video where those lips were intertwined with his sister's! It had looked fantastic. Her hand slowly slid up his thigh, inching ever-closer to his manhood.

As Eyleif leaned in closer, Amund leaned back, although he stopped when he realized that he was about to topple over. That would result in her being quite on top of him, and his already halfhearted resistance would become even more difficult after that. So, he just sat there, breathing in an odd tempo of barely-stifled arousal, and trying not to think about that hand of hers moving so painfully slowly up his thigh, trying not to smell her delicious scent, trying not to stare into her mesmerizing eyes or at all that hypnotizing flesh.

That was when her attention turned to the female. "But if your brother won't be persuaded, perhaps you will be. We could simply start with a kiss. What harm could that be?"

What harm, indeed? Astrid found herself leaning forward as if physically drawn by the unnaturally alluring woman. Their lips met in the middle, with Amund between them. Astrid had her eyes shut tightly, and she was still trembling. As if she was still fighting with herself about whether she should be doing this or not.

Amund's eyes went wide. "Astrid?" He said disbelievingly. Ugh. The scene should have been disgusting, but he more aroused than repelled. "Astrid!" he said urgently. "You are falling under the siren's spell!"

Astrid physically jumped slightly. He was right; she should probably not be kissing the painfully gorgeous purple alien woman. No matter how delicious the sensation was to mingle their lips. Did... did the Aldadiir have aphrodisiac lips? Perhaps. Perhaps Astrid was just that weak. She pulled herself away and turned her head in shame even as her body screamed against her actions. Damn it, why did this have to be so arousing?!

"I am not putting a spell on her. Everything she does is because she wants it. Can't you see, Amund?" Eyleif let the little female struggle with her strange inhibitions and turned her attention back to the male. She flowed into the male human's lap in a smooth quick motion. "Wouldn't you like to taste my lips as well?"

"If you are not ensorcelling her, then how-" Amund's words were cut off when he found the purple alien suddenly in his lap. His breath caught in his throat. They were inches away from having sex, and his body screamed at him to give in every bit as much as it had done for Astrid, unknown to him. He was not sure what to do, frozen in place. Should he give in? It would be the easiest thing in the world. Dare he fight? Perhaps he could try to wriggle away...

In all of his frozen indecision, he did not answer Eyleif. He barely registered the question.

"Then how do I have this effect on her?" Eyleif asked with a small, confident smile. "Perhaps you humans are more like us in sexual tendencies than you would like to admit. She is attracted to me of her own volition, though I sense that her mind rebels against such feelings."

Perhaps it was just her overwhelming charisma, but Amund could not help but believe the High Ambassador when she told him that his sister was seriously attracted to her, and not under a spell. That had to mean that his sister was bisexual, then. Or had become such because Eyleif was just that attractive. Frankly, Amund could not blame her for that. Being attracted to Eyleif was something he very much understood right now.

"High Ambassador Eyleif, I-" Astrid began to reply before she got over her own mortification enough to see that the purple woman had gotten on her brother's lap. This was the moment where she was supposed to be out of her mind with jealousy. But... Lord forgive her, the sight was just too arousing. And those lips of hers... she wanted so badly to go back to those. Astrid swallowed.

"Multiple wives used to be a thing..." the female twin found herself muttering, trying to reconcile her arousal with her religious beliefs.

Amund looked trapped, looking over at Astrid. His twin sister, 'wife', and mate was right there while Eyleif was straddling him. And they were all naked. He was being seduced by another woman with his wife watching! Amund suddenly decided to resist before he heard his sister muttering about multiple wives. Wait. What? But... No, leaving that all aside, this was not a matter of marrying the alien woman. If it was, that would be very different. This was about blatant, purposeless fornication. And Amund was not going to sit idly by and...

Crumple as soon as Eyleif started to kiss him. The ambassador had been ignoring the human's strange mutterings, instead, her hand caressed the male twin's jaw. Then she pulled his head into hers so that she could give him a long, languid kiss that she hoped would erode his strange self-control even further.

Indeed, Amund's shaking manner began to give in, his mouth responding to hers before he suddenly started trying to pull away. This was bad. He could not resist her. No human could, he feared. He had to get away before he succumbed...