The
Arrowhead
shot through the blue maelstrom of faster-than-light space, hurtling ever closer to its destination. Seven days ago, after putting a down payment on a new apartment, and starting the process of setting up residency, James Barret and Endira Vas had left the planet Haven for their rendezvous with Nova City.
They were supposed to have transported their lover and consort Larik'Ni, who was Haven's governor, to an economic summit on the city ship, but she had to cancel at the last minute to handle the fallout from an attempted coup.
They were to deliver her apologies instead, as well as a long-awaited shipment of spice whiskey for the banished Muldaxian high chancellor.
Barret sat in the pilot's seat, his hands deftly working the control sticks on his armrests. Vas was glancing down at her navigation screen, making sure they were still on course.
The
Arrowhead
was three days out from their destination, and the city ship's locator beacon was coming in strong.
"Signal is steady," Vas said from the navigator's station. "Blueshift is stronger than expected. It looks like they're heading towards us faster than we were expecting." She checked the blueshift reading against their own speed. "They're still sub-light but moving at a good pace. At this rate, we'll rendezvous a couple hours ahead of schedule."
Barret nodded. "I guess this summit of Bor's is that important. If it is an economic summit," he said, referring to Dismer Bor.
"You sound like Larik'Ni," Vas said. She thought for a moment, then continued, "but you both have a point. Why would the high chancellor of the Muldaxian Commonwealth be organizing an economic summit with non-Coalition worlds?"
"I think Larik'Ni was right," Barret said. "I think he's bypassing the Planetary Coalition and is asking for help directly."
"It's been a year since the invasion," Vas said. "The Coalition hasn't done anything. Whether it's because of Verokk interference, or they just don't give a shit, I don't know."
It was Barret's turn to go quiet. "Bor is smart," he finally said. "A hell of a lot smarter than people give him credit for. He's also patient."
"There's a reason that he was the youngest high chancellor in Muldaxian history," Vas commented.
"His political career is over," Barret said. "He was in power when a hostile force invaded the planet, and he was in exile on a luxurious city ship the whole time. I think he's out of fucks to give and is going to go out with a bang. I think he's planning to retake the homeworld, and then step down before he can be ousted."
"Then why contact Haven?" Vas asked. "We have no fleet. It's not like Larik'Ni can provide military aid."
Barret shrugged. "That's where my hypothesis falls apart. However, I expect we'll find out soon enough."
Barret glanced at the chronometer. It read 1700 hours. "I think I'm done for the day," he said, activating the autopilot. He hauled himself out of his seat and stretched. He let out a pleasured groan when he felt a few vertebrae pop.
"Dinner?" Vas inquired. It was her night to cook. "I was thinking we could get into some of those raxx steaks we picked up on Haven."
"Why not?" Barret said. "I've never had raxx before. Larik'Ni said it tastes good grilled, and since it's from her home planet, she should know."
"Who knew Haven had farms?" Vas added. "That will be nice for fresh produce, not to mention fresh meat."
"We'll check out the farmers market when we get home," Barret said.
"And after dinner, we can have each other for dessert. Work off some calories." Vas wrapped her arms around Barret and gave him a long kiss. When they parted, Vas led him out of the cockpit to the main corridor. This time when she kissed him, it was full and deep, her tongue rubbing and massaging Barret's own. When she felt his cock beginning to rise to the occasion, she pressed herself tighter against him and grabbed his ass.
"You're insatiable," Barret panted when the kiss broke.
"I'm a Muldaxian," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"You're insatiable for a Muldaxian."
"Can I help it if I'm bonded to the sexiest specimen of the human species in the known galaxy? Sometimes my panties get soaked just from looking at you."
"Flattery, my love, will get you everywhere."
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They didn't make it to dinner. Food would have to wait until another hunger was sated. They practically raced to their quarters, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake.
As soon as Vas's panties were littering the floor, Barret picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, caveman style. She was laughing hysterically while her man, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that had a very prominent tent in the front, carried her to their bed and threw her down on it.
Barret leered at her as he shed the last of his clothing. Vas licked her lips as she gazed at Barret's engorged member. It seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart, as if it had a life of its own.
The human cock was different from that of a Muldaxian. Human dicks had a visible ridge at the head, and this one curved upwards slightly, whereas Vas's people sported mostly smooth phalluses with almost invisible ridges in the shaft, like ribbed condoms. They had two horizontal slits in the glans as opposed to the single vertical slit for humans.
She'd had a steady sexual diet of human prick and had been craving the touch of her own species. That didn't mean Vas didn't want what was right before her. She did want it.
Vas loved Barret's cock. It made her feel amazing, and it was attached to the man she loved. She loved the way the foreskin would recede as Barret became aroused, revealing the mushroom head in all its glory. She loved how warm it was when it slid inside her waiting pussy, and she loved the way it throbbed when blasting cum into her depths.
Those thoughts made Vas's already wet pussy downright soaked.
I doubt I need the foreplay,
she thought.
He can just slide it in and fuck me senseless.
Barret climbed on the bed and lay atop her. Their open mouths joined, and their tongues began to grapple, all the while Vas ran her hands up and down Barret's back, stopping whenever she came to his ass to give the cheeks a squeeze.
Eventually, Vas nudged Barret so he would roll off of her. She sat up, straddled her man's face, and leaned forward, getting into the sixty-nine position.
This could be tricky for them both. Sometimes it took a great deal of concentration to please their partner when they, themselves, were being pleasured.
