7
Gwog returned to the table with another bottle of port. They were in the bar on Gamma 3. Dar, Jartis, Tregis, and Vikkis sat around, drinking. The night was young, and not all of them had found a female to join with. Gwog saw Dar’s glass was empty. He poured him more. “Drink up, little one. It’s not often the captain buys.”
“Uh, I think I’ve had enough, really,” he protested politely.
“Naw, naw, have more. You’ll need to be relaxed for later.”
Dar frowned; although Gwog had a point. He was terribly nervous about having his first joining. He almost didn’t want to go through with it. Part of him did, part didn’t.
A fairly young Elemenel walked into the bar. Dar took notice; she was beautiful. She glanced in his direction, and he wished he could become part of the furniture. No, he wasn’t ready for this. Too late. She headed for their table. Dar wondered how much it would cost him. The Elemenel seemed to fix her eyes on him. “Hello,” she said over the noise of the music and talking.
“Uh, hi,” he said awkwardly.
“Are you new to Gwog’s crew?”
“Yes, I am.”
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Eighteen,” he lied.
She reached across the table and tickled her fingers through his patch of green hair. “I like Satirens.”
Dar grabbed his glass, taking a drink, trying to hide a smile, and the fact his cheeks were turning red. “Oh. Uh, I’m only half.”
“Yes, I know.” She caressed his face. “You’re cute.”
He wasn’t exactly sure he appreciated being called cute, but the Elemenel clearly had an interest in him. “Umm, yeah.”
“You wanna come back to my room and have a little fun?”
Dar went to open his mouth—Jartis beat him to it. “Of course he does!” He gave Dar a shove. “Go, go.”
Knowing there probably wasn’t a way out of it, Dar got up and followed the Elemenel back to her room. Once inside, she closed the door. “Oh, that’s much better. The bar is so loud.”
“Uh, yeah.” He felt beyond nervous. His stomach flipped and burned.
“My name’s Kikka,” she said, starting to undress.
“Dar.”
She slipped out of her dress and stood naked in front of him. “Are you gonna lose the clothes?”
He sat down on the bed. Looking at his hands, they were shaking. “Uh…”
“Hey, is this your first joining?” She stood in front of him.
Dar felt too embarrassed to answer. After a few moments, he nodded. Well, the secret was out. “’Cause I’m a half breed—” His words were cut short by Kikka smothering her lips over his. It felt like his entire body came to life. He could feel every cell, every chemical going to work; every ounce straining to respond to her attentions. These were new and strange feelings, and he almost couldn’t control them.
He let his arms slide around her waist, feeling her amazingly soft, creamy skin. More chemicals surged in his body. And then he felt it—the stirring in his loins; something so completely foreign. Satirens had no use for self-pleasuring, they only reached states of arousal when with another. But when they did, it was an incredible out pouring of emotion, and, as Jartis said: magic.
Kikka worked to get Dar’s shirt off. He tried to help, but was too overcome with what was going on inside his body. She removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. Next, she went to work on his trousers. Dar felt helpless, he didn’t know what was going on. Everything felt so good, and he couldn’t do anything in return.
“Kikka?”
“What?”
“I…I…I can’t move.”
She giggled. “You’re stiff as a board, you’re nervous.”
“Duh!”
“Come on, roll over on your stomach.”
“That might be a little uncomfortable right now.” He looked down and noticed his rather serious state of arousal. Truly, it verged on painful. There was a strange, tingly sensation in his eyes; he figured they were glowing a bright shade of green, matching the intensity of his arousal.
“I’ll help you.” Kikka nudged at him to roll. He did so, slowly, as she helped tuck him out of the way. “Better?” she asked.
“Uh…” He felt odd having a female touching him there.
She climbed on the bed and straddled him. Gently, she started to massage his back. Dar had never felt something so good. Occasionally, when he was sick, his mother would rub his back, but not like this. Oh, this was so much better. He moaned softly, and began to purr. Satirens were unlike any other species in the galaxy. If they felt a sense of contentment, they were capable of uttering a low, guttural purr. Kikka rubbed his shoulders and neck. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, still purring.
Kikka massaged him for quite some time. “Okay, you wanna try again?”
“Uh…”
“Come on, Dar, I know they taught you what to do in love class.”
“Yeah, but—”
“So, let your body go to work. I’d love to feel some of that Satiren magic.” She slid off and patted his side, indicating she wanted him to roll back over. Dar flipped on his back and sat up. His level of anxiety had lessened, and perhaps he thought he might be able to control his body. Kikka flopped on the bed next to him. “Your turn.”
His mind was going crazy trying to remember everything they taught in love class. As he stared into her beautiful, dark eyes, all his education seemed to go out the window. He let his hands wander over her skin, taking in the warm, delicate feeling. Dar moved around so he could bring his lips to bear on hers, kissing her with a passion he’d never known.
Deep in his body, the chemicals were dictating his movements. He caressed her with purpose, his hand finally drifting down between her legs. Somewhere in class, they taught that Elemenels were similar to Satirens. There was a bump inside them, that when stroked just right, gave them intense pleasure—he just needed to find it.
Kikka had an idea of what he wanted to do. Gently, she took his hand and moved all but two fingers aside. Slowly, she guided him inside her depths. He could feel her wet, intense heat on his fingers as he searched for the spot. His arousal nagged painfully. Kikka moved slightly, giving him more access. He continued to feel around until he thought he felt the bump. It was firm, feeling like an Iddrian bean. As his fingers passed over it, she threw back her head and cried out.
He didn’t think anymore chemicals could come alive, but they did. Little jolts of energy coursed through his body, giving him an almost buzzy feeling. Dar thought he was drunk on love; a wonderful sensation. His fingers moved more firmly against the bump. Kikka gasped and moaned even louder. She reached over, grasping her hand around his arousal, giving him a few strokes. Dar moaned, he couldn’t believe the sensations coursing through his body. He let his hand slide from her, not sure of what was going on, or what to do next.
Kikka looked up at him and giggled. Dar sat next to her, his eyes glowing brilliant green, and his body beginning to show the Satiren blush—a flush of energy that ringed his body in a rosy-pink aura. Dar held his hands out, seeing the blush. “Oh,” he said softly.
“Your first blush, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah. Feels really strange.”
She took his hands, pressed them together, covering hers over them. Then she moved his hands in a rubbing motion. “You do this to channel the blush.”
“I do? How do you know all this?”
Kikka continued to rub his hands. “Oh, I’ve joined with a Satiren male or two.”
“Not Jartis?”
“No, no, he’s an old timer. I prefer much younger. But I’ve had conversation with him about Satirens. Your species fascinates me.”
“I bet he set me up.”
“Uh, well, he did tell me to come to the table tonight.”
“And he probably told you about me, huh?”
“No, he didn’t. I saw you, and liked you. Jartis had nothing to do with that part.”
Dar realized his blush was fading, so he rubbed his hands together more. Kikka took his hands and moved them over her body. He desperately wanted to play with her tendrils. She placed his hands on her little breasts. Dar could feel the firm flesh of her nipples. He leaned forward more, finally able to get one hand to her head. Grasping a tendril, he massaged it through his fingers. Kikka moaned and caressed his body. She could feel little jolts of energy as his blush returned.
Trying to be as smooth about it as possible, Dar swung one leg over, straddling her. Getting a hand on either side of her shoulders, he leaned down and sought out her lips. He kissed her, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. She let hers explore his mouth, tasting the last remnants of port on his lips. Kikka noticed his blush growing larger. Reaching down, she took him in her hand, guiding him into her depts. Dar sat up quickly. “Oh!”
“It’s okay, you’re ready now. Just let your body move nice and slow—nice and slow.” She slid her hands behind his back and gently urged him on. Dar obliged, sinking slowly into her depths before drawing nearly all the way out to feel the cooler air of the room. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt. As he made his strokes, he felt his blush intensify.
Sitting up slightly, he held one hand perhaps an inch or so above her body. He could feel the blush emanating. This must be the magic. The energy passed from his body into hers, stimulating that little bump inside. Kikka threw her head back and cried out; the energy flowing through her was quickly pushing her to climax. His own body reacted, more chemicals flooded into his blood stream. The energy he released seemed to magnify, giving him a serious buzz.
She nudged at him to quicken his strokes. Dar let his body go; the chemicals and hormones were now in charge. His mind felt fuzzy, but the senses throughout his body heightened. Everything he did to Kikka seemed to elicit a response from her, and his own body. Yes, this was the magic.
Moving more firmly against her, he could feel the heat of the blush concentrating in his loins. His time—the climax, would be any moment—at least that’s what his school texts said. The tension, the delicious tension built higher and higher until it felt like his body would explode. And explode it did—just on a much smaller scale. Dar cried out loudly. Kikka cried out as she joined him. Their bodies shuddered and convulsed in beautiful concert. Dar felt a rush of heat flood over him. Every hormone and chemical in his body existed for this one very moment. And it was amazing. He’d remember this the rest of his life.
The next morning, Dar walked into the galley. Gwog looked up from his meal. “Ah, I see my newest crew member is walking with some swagger. Must’ve been a good night last night.”
He took his seat, trying to hide a smile. “Yes, it was a good night.” The whole room burst into cheers. Dar felt his cheeks flush. Oh, so embarrassing.
Jartis leaned over to him. “Kikka brought the magic out, didn’t she?”
“Words cannot describe what happened last night.”
“Oh, I can imagine…I was young once too.”
“Did you not join with anyone last night?”
“No, couldn’t find someone suitable.”
Gwog growled. “You grow too picky in your old age. An alien like you should be joining anything with legs!”
“Why?” Jartis fired back.
“Because joining keeps you young!” He waved his hands in the air.
“Gwog, you’ll live two hundred years, anyways. Joining just makes you hungry for more.”
Dar rested his elbows on the table, enjoying the banter going back a forth. “Certainly made me hungry for more.”
Jartis gave him a good swat on the arm. “Of course it will, you’re still somewhat of a youngling…See, this is what they do in school—they teach them about love, and how wonderful it is, and then tell the younglings that there’s so much love to be had in space. So, when they leave school, they seek out the pleasure barges or red districts on other planets to get that love—artificial as it may be; and a load of drig with it.”
All eyes fell on Dar. He looked around. “Uh, it’s true. They do push that direction…Although I was pretty much ignored in class. I guess they figured a half breed wouldn’t command a price.” He poured a glass of juice. “In a way, I feel sorry for them. It’s probably not a real joining, but going through the motions…There’s no love there.”
Vikkis speared a piece of meat from a platter in the center of the table. “They’re whores, there’s no love in that. They simply provide a service.”
“Kikka didn’t seem like that.”
Jartis wagged his finger. “Oh, no, she’s high class. A night with her is special.”
“Did you set me up?” Dar asked.
“Well, I…uh…”
“You set me up!” he barked.
Gwog leaned forward. “Little one, we all set you up…A night with Kikka would cost more than you make in a year.” He stood. “Now, that’s rule number two of being a freighter captain: take good care of your crew and they’ll take good care of you.”
He was silent for a moment. “I wondered why she didn’t charge me much.”
“We figured for your first time it damn well better be special.”
Dar looked around the room at everyone. “Thanks,” he said softly, knowing that he had a dozen fathers watching out for him. Life had never been so awesome.