"Sit with us, Cora. Tell us
everything.
"
Cora rambled her way through descriptions of being abducted, heat cycles, the failed missions, and escaping the ship. She was purposely vague about the eggs.
"Danger told me that my crewmates are wanted for murder and arson, but- but they weren't responsible for what happened to the ship." It was difficult to think about Ray. She'd only known him for a few months, but that didn't matter to her.
The queen stroked her hair. "I'm surprised that you care so much for the ones who nearly killed you." She waved a hand at the wall next to her, and a display lit up. It showed a camera feed of a ship at Port 34. Cora recognized the two figures leaving it, carrying boxes and her bundled-up body. The queen gestured, speeding up the video. The time markings in the sky clipped along for 3 notches before the feed went black.
"Something disabled the security cameras for an entire hour before the detonation, and some onlookers reported a seeing small Foshar ship show up during that time."
"So-" Cora tried to wrap her head around this. "So Ray could still be alive?"
The queen nodded, smiling sweetly. "It's more than likely." Her fingers combed through Cora's hair, brushing down the back of her neck. The smell hanging in the room was rolling off her, every time she moved. It reminded Cora of patchouli, not unpleasant. Tension coiled in her chest as the queen's tone changed. "But, I'm curious. Please forgive me if I'm intruding. I thought humans from your particular, hm,
culture
were, how would you say it?" She looked around the room. One person whispered
prudish,
another whispered
chaste
. Goosebumps rose as her fingers traced down Cora's throat.
"Well, I-" It was difficult to speak through the funny feeling in her chest. "I used to be that way?" Another set of hands were on her now. The person sitting on her other side had placed a hand on her upper thigh, the other on the small of her back.
The queen's bright yellow eyes were trained on hers. "And now?"
Cora's eyes wandered around the room, and she finally understood what Milo was describing earlier. Everyone had the same appendage, in the same place, vaguely phallic. Her pulse was thudding in her ears as the hand on her thigh crept upward.
"I don't... I
like
not being that way. I like feeling good, and making others feel good."
The one with her hands on Cora's thigh whispered in her ear. "
I
think you were born on the wrong planet."
Cora could feel them all shifting towards her.
What did I get myself into?
"Maybe?"
The queen leaned in close, a playful smile on her lips. "So, Cora. Do you remember what we were doing when you walked in?"
Cora felt her face heat up. "I think so, yeah- yes."
"Would you like to... participate?"
Cora wasn't sure exactly how she'd got into this situation. Or this position. She'd agreed to it, of course, but it was still bewildering how she'd gone from worrying about Amola and Ray to... this.
She was now on top of the one that had been behind her, laying on her back. The queen was between Cora's legs, tracing circles around her clit. She whimpered as someone brushed their fingers against her lips. Pulling her focus away from the queen, Cora tilted her head back to find what was definitely some kind of cock waiting for her. As she opened her mouth, she felt the one under her shift, bending her knees. Something other than the queen's fingers brushed against her inner thigh.
"May I?" Came a soft whisper from under her.
"Oh- please, yes!" Cora was enjoying herself, maybe a little too much. She arched her back, gasping as it slipped easily inside of her. Leaning her head back, she devoted some of her attention to the one waiting behind her. "You, too." They held her head and neck, pressing the tip against her tongue.
A wave of shock hit her as she tasted it.
This tastes like that medicine- why?
Her body responded as if she had just taken a dose. Her confusion fled, chased by pure need.
The queen's hands left Cora's pussy, and she felt something else press into her, hesitantly. She waved, trying to communicate a
yes, please
to her. She was understood, and another member slid into her already occupied pussy. They weren't too thick, and all of the ones she had encountered were dripping the same substance. It was perfect. The one in her mouth moved carefully, like she was worried about hurting her. Cora reached up, gently but insistently pulling on her hips until she understood, pushing further in. She swallowed, willing her gag reflex to cooperate. It slipped in further, twitching. The owner shuddered, her grip on Cora tightening.
That was fast.
She certainly didn't mind. The hands supporting her head vanished, as did the cock, leaving that same taste in her mouth. She moved to sit up, but another member was already against her lips. This one wasn't nearly as worried about her, and immediately starting fucking her throat. It probably should have hurt. It didn't.
The one under her began to whine, her grip tightening on Cora's waist.
Fuck, yes.
Her pulse thudded in her ears, drowning out the gasps and moans in the background.
Cora quickly lost track of time. She was perfectly conscious, but everything was hazy. She rolled over when prompted, surprised to find Milo under her now. "Oh-" Cora giggled, out of breath. "Hello." As she put her weight on her knees, she realized that she was a mess. Cum dripped out of her, rolling down her thighs.
Milo pulled her close, not seeming to care. "Hi, Cora." Her voice faded into a pleasant sigh as she thrust upward, much rougher than anyone else had been today.
She pressed her face into Milo's chest, noting that she was warmer than before. The queen, visibly tired, watched from nearby.
There was an ache in her muscles, but her arousal hadn't faded at all. Actually, it seemed to be getting worse. Cora pushed herself up, moving her hips in fervent circles.
Milo's eyes were locked on Cora's, her gaze electric.
I could do this all day.
