Celestials Work In Progress

Emptiness. That's how I describe traveling through space. Loneliness. A constant feeling you have. How I longed for companionship once more. Its been 4 years, 7 months, 13 days since I left the starbase outside of Earth. In that time I've had some adventures, some encounters with others, however space...the galaxy...is a lot larger than you ever realize.

My harvesting ship, equipped with multiple mining lasers, has seen better days, but one good haul of the Mesirith crystals will give me all the reason to keep going. That, and I'll be rich.

I finally found a promising spot, my modified long range sensors picked up a trace on a nearby planet. I hope to land within the day and explore the M class planet to see if there is anything of interest, or just another false ping.

Knowing the planet was safe enough, I exited the ship through the airlock, the whoosh of pressure equalization, the smell of fresh flowers, the perfect temperature, and the warmth of the sun all overwhelmed me. I stood admiring the beauty of it all, lush green ferns, deciduous trees, little animals roaming around reminded me of home. The most glorious part about it all, was there was no insects. None, not a mosquito, gnat, fly or wasp. I was ecstatic, for once I wouldnt have to worry about dying after being stung randomly.

As I stood there, breathing in the fresh flower scented air, I thought I heard movement, but, it was odd, it didnt sound like sound...it was almost like it was something was deposited into my brain. I spun around frantically. There before me not more than 5 feet away was some type of larger lifeform.

Graceful tendrils, reminiscent of delicate silken threads, cascade down from its opalescent body, swaying gently in a harmonious dance with the currents of unseen energies. These tentacles exude an otherworldly luminescence, casting an enchanting glow that bathes its surroundings, and itself, in a soft, almost celestial radiance.

Its eyes, shimmering orbs of cosmic hues, look as if there are galaxies within their depths, seemingly reflecting wonders of a universe that isn't ours. A slender, elongated frame carries an aura of profound tranquility and beauty.

As it moves, the creature's tentacles unfurl and curl with a hypnotic rhythm, creating a symphony of ethereal whispers. Its presence seems to bridge the gap between the material world and the ethereal realms, inviting both reverence and curiosity.

The lips are gracefully curved, mirroring the contours of its visage, and bear a soft, pearlescent hue that seems to emanate from some form of bioluminescence. As for its mouth when the lips part it reveals a glimpse of an inner sanctum. The mouth, while delicate, holds an aura of cosmic depth. When the creature speaks, its voice resonates telepathically, like distant echoes in your thoughts.

"We can barter for what you seek traveler." The voice in my head, seductive, echoing, but maybe that was my lack of any interspecies interaction framing it that way.

"I'm sure we can work out a deal. What do you desire?" I thought back, in what I hoped was just as seductive of a manner. I however found its not easy to project your thoughts to another in any sort of manner you hope.

My mind began to wander, picturing her tentacles wrapping around me, travelling up and down my body, how good it would feel to have what looked to be the soft, smooth texture on my wanting flesh.

"Yes, we can do that as well." The thought projected in my head.

"Fuck" I am so not used to hiding my thoughts...but...it seems this could help in negotiations...

"Call me Shahmaran, and please, lets continue with this thought pattern, I find it oddly appealing. Do your thoughts match the reality of your 'human' form?"

I might have been picturing myself from a previous time, I dont often look in the mirror, I still pictured myself as the attractive 30 year old from my younger days. I still was attractive, although maybe with less hair, a beard, and copious amounts of grey.

It was humid and warm, and comfortable enough to remove my clothes. I thought once more of the smooth pinkish tentacles removing my shirt and sliding effortlessly into the front of my pants before I stopped and caught myself. It was too late however Shahmaran glided closer, seemingly floating across the ground, leaving no trace or disturbance on the fertile soil or duff that was in between us.

Its been too long, I understood what was happening, and there was no way for me to stop it, nor did I have any desire too. My heart started thumping in my chest with excitement, I could almost feel the blood pumping into my manhood, engorging it. My body making sure if there was anything that was going to occur, make sure there is something to grab on too.

Now inches away, her almost translucent form, glittering from its own luminescence. Her smell reminded me of fresh cut apples back home, sweet, succulent. I imagined licking her to see if it tasted the same as my memories. Her head and body swayed effortlessly as it moved itself even closer. An echoing thought once again broadcast into me "Do it". It seemed simple enough.

A gentle caress, as a warm and velvety-soft tentacle glides delicately across my skin. Its touch is like a whisper from another world, a sensation that is both soothing and electrifying.

It started with a feather-light brush, the tentacle traces a meandering path down my stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. The surface of my skin tingles in response, as if every nerve ending is awakened by the tender contact. The tentacle's surface is surprisingly smooth, like the finest silk, just as I imagined, inviting my senses to surrender to its tactile allure.

As it continues its exploration, the tentacle wraps around my now erect member, with a gentle embrace. Its grip is secure, yet not in the least restrictive; rather, it feels like the comforting touch of a lover who knew me well. The warmth it radiates seems to penetrate beneath my skin, creating a sensation of both physical and emotional comfort. The connection between my skin and the tentacle is an exchange of energies, a communion that bridges the gap between two different existences.

With each movement, the tentacle communicates a silent language of empathy and understanding, as if it can sense my emotions and respond in kind. It's as if the tentacle holds within it a fragment of the cosmic wisdom that the creature embodies, and this wisdom is now being shared through its tender touch.