The crisis came to an end at long last. Hope received a faceful of poor manners, but that aside everyone seemed to be doing alright. Gersham’s leering eyes were on Phoebe from the beginning though her plight established their time for a more pleasing reunion had not yet come. What happened after would’ve been as much of a surprise to her as it must’ve been to the femme fatale standing next to them.

They both teleported to the engineering section. That’s the only way she could hope to describe the event. Before the confusion on her part settled, Gersham had already dispatched the remaining Ashlyn here and moved onto the knocked out scientist among them. It’s a good thing they never dueled one another with swords in hand. She had some success with a rifle, but to blink through shadows like that, her chances of winning would’ve been miniscule at best.

When he vanished, Phoebe let her rifle clatter to the floor as she promptly knelt down to check up on Luna herself. Training with the other agents years back still spared her some degree of medical knowledge though Kurgan was definitely more experienced than the young pilot. As far as injuries went, there was little she could ascertain other than what her savior had assumed. She would stabilize her form if it wound up in a rather unpleasant pose, but beyond that there wasn’t much that could be done.

Gently brushing aside that brown hair to get a better look at the slumbering beauty, knowing they’d be more or less fine despite her own misplaced enthusiasm for this salvage run brought a smile to Phoebe’s face. Thankfully, Gersham hadn’t kept her waiting on an opportunity to save Luna either. He was under no obligation to help her with that, but did it anyway. Maybe that’s just him keeping her from running off and putting her own life at risk. Perhaps there wasn’t much more to it than that.

She got up again the moment Gersham returned. He was completely right about what he said. Luck had everything to do with it, whether it was hers or that of Hope kicking in at just the right time. Still, who knew what would’ve happened without him to lend some much needed support? They weren’t exactly getting out of that alcove on their own. As things were, Phoebe might’ve actually blinked back tears were it not for the distractions pouring down on the blonde’s pretty little head the moment he stepped up close to the former damsel in distress.

Physical contact was made. That strange aphrodisiac flowed freely into her receptive being. Warmth swelled where his fingers swept upon smooth, supple flesh, infusing her with that unnatural albeit intoxicating onrush of desire. Toes curled inside her suit. Eyelids dropped to half mast, fighting the inevitable urge to flutter. Subtle crimson came over those cheeks, becoming more and more prominent the longer he nourished the shapely woman’s deep, dark wants and needs. Small, perky breasts arched into his touch with the deliberate curve of her back, offering hot throbbing teats to pulse and ache beneath those waiting digits.

“I’m glad you came for me, no matter the reason ..” She smiled, barely holding back sounds of approval as ever more greedy fingertips dipped into the expanse of that deliciously fine ass while hers did the same to him. The other hand set upon his chest in their closeness, feeling up more of his physique underneath that clothed exterior though it was more of a means to keep herself from swooning and falling into his arms completely. Any closer than that and he would’ve felt more than heated breaths caress the outer rim of his own lips. “You saved my life and the lives of my friends. We’re still here because of you, and I owe you for that.”

“Mnnh .. S-Still .. I’m flattered, of course, but I’m not sure this is the right time .. or place ..” Long gone were the days of reluctance after working various brothels and clubs. They were no strangers either, and he did come to her rescue after all. To claim their previous encounter hadn’t been the least bit entertaining would’ve been an outright lie, too. She had no qualms about embracing the opportunity to unwind although circumstances could certainly use some improvement. Sticking it out for what might’ve been hours in this living nightmare, however, did dampen the mood a fair bit and whether his touch helped with that remained to be seen.

It also came as a reminder that she promised that Slarr creature some quality time in exchange for his services earlier. Coming down from this high of horror, cherishing the gift of life with her companions and the like was bound to fill up her schedule pretty quickly. Gersham probably had no such troubles and could very well be unbothered by her thoughts on the matter considering the turn their reunion was already taking, but maybe he’d prefer something more special than whatever it is he had in mind aboard this hunk of space junk.

She cast a flirtatious wink his way before continuing. “We’re on a paradise world, allegedly ..” Phoebe noted in a low whisper despite everything that’s happened, eyes always going up to meet his own whilst the rest of her body would have to contend with nestling up against the taller man’s awe inspiring presence. “If you can make time, and let this whole thing blow over first, I’ll make sure to reward my savior for his efforts later.”

Gersham dismissed that shadowy blade of his as she checked on Luna. No visible wounds or even an elevated heart rate. How long Luna would be out was hard to say. There wasn't a journal, at least not one she had been aware of, concerning psychic attacks or backlashes of the sort. Perhaps Aegir could tell her but her attention had been on the Tulpa.

Phoebe could tell that Gersham was enjoying stirring her up. As she responded to his touch and closeness. He grinned at her, unconcerned as to where they were or if Luna would awaken in the next few moments.

He shrugged off her praise and thanks. It wasn't as if he were truly busy with anything and it gave him an excuse to see her prior to collecting on that debt. And should something result from being here, well that was a bonus as far as he was concerned.

He had a mischief look to his eyes as she attempted to beg off the fact of their current locale. Tiny claws pulled away the material of her suit above a breast so he could make flesh to flesh contact with her. Seizing that rock hard nipple he pinched it between his fingers. Rolling it between them and applying more of that aphrodisiac it trace amounts more so to torment and tease her even more.

“A paradise world?” He repeated that, confused by that statement. She could see the dawning hit him, a light in his eyes, a deepening grin. “Oh, no. Not this place.”

Most of what he knew had been infused in him by Aegir. Most of his spacefaring knowledge had been things he had to learn on his own. While this was not extensive he did delve into this particular planet to better understand one of his adversaries if Slarr even rated. Yes, the same being she had known albeit briefly. Gersham had no idea, not that he would have cared much if he had known.

Gersham had a habit of learning about his foes and allies. Things just didn't seem right the more he looked into the home world of that Belzar. It didn't make sense to him that Slarr was from a paradise planet. It took some digging on his part but he had discovered a hidden truth about this place.

“This world is not as it seems. It's all fun and games back at the port and resort area. But here, in the badlands.” He chuckled. “This is the world of the Belzar, a rather diabolical species. I believe your species would refer to them as devils.”

Fingers pressed into that ass. Refusing to part from the diminutive former agent to make things harder on her. His hand turned to mold around that exposed breast. This time he ceased adding that devilish aphrodisiac to it. Knowing that the longer he kept her speaking her own alterations would work in his favor. There was no sense in overwhelming her, but he definitely was seeing about making her squirm. Perhaps he would push her far enough to orgasm strictly from fondling her a little, perhaps she would break beneath all this pleasure. Who was to say what he would do then.

It was clear that if he had to wait he would make her yearning for release that much more intense. Though he doubted that she wouldn't see to her building needs in the mean time. The Tulpa had other methods, however.

“You would make me wait? You do realize I can go literally any place that has shadow? Most of the time spent getting here was assembling a team that was close by. What reward did you have in mind?” No longer gripping her ass so Phoebe could step away if desired he painted her lower lip with his thumb.

It dawned on her there’d be other places posing greater risks to visitors here, but that this was supposed to be the world of the Belzar had been fairly surprising news to the former agent. Not that it changed current circumstances or arrangements she’d already made with the one member of their species she had the pleasure of meeting not long ago. Gersham and Slarr weren’t all that different when it came to their enjoyment in making her squirm. Whose erotic tendencies ended up being more maddening would’ve been tough to say though that devilish creature seemed to have no qualms about showing off her struggling form to Hope once before. She figured there’d be more of that or worse when she reunited with that obsidian specimen. Worse still, she hardly minded the thought of what’s to come.

The prospect of staying with Gersham for a while happened to be another engagement Phoebe would’ve been hard pressed to miss out on. She’d never put a price tag on her own life. Other sure had when selling her off, but that was beside the point. Whether on Aegir’s command or not, he saved her life and that was a debt that could never be paid. What feeble reward one could hope to offer was meant for nothing more than an attempt to stave off the handsome man’s sexual whims until everything’s back to normal at least.

She’d not even deny her own anticipation for this. She arched into his touch. Stifled gasps had no choice but to surface in a high pitched whimper when those digits trapped one of her vulnerable peaks. Aphrodisiac poured into the blonde’s shapely form, making her quiver and jolt to the point of giving the illusion she ground against him in dire need of relief. There was far more truth to that than any hidden audience might’ve been able to deduce.

In spite of all that torturous bliss, Phoebe made no effort to escape his grasp. She caught that thumb with a hand skimming off the curve of his hips before he could elicit a response from her. Warmth bled from the kiss bestowed unto its crown. It was a momentary surge of fondness becoming more intimate when she took him in. Suction and saliva stole over the captive digit, sliding deeper and deeper with each faint bob of her head, but only down to the first knuckle. Sultry eyes couldn’t hide the pleasure derived from these languid movements, less so the near electric shocks of delight coursing through that unseen muscle lashing away at the entombed flesh. Subtle moans rippled across him there, nourishing every fantasy of what fun could be had with the lovely morsel before him.

That same eager tongue lapped up against Gersham’s thumb one more time as it was released from the embrace of all too tingly lips, feeding altered cells well on the brink of cumming in their own little ways with that sweltering treat of pure maddening friction. Heated desire colored her cheeks a deep crimson. Not even the remnants of a living nightmare around them could hide the fact she was already panting, battling the tide of want welling up between her legs.

Yet that lust riddled visage offered him a smile all the same. “You’ll get a full day with me. Anything goes. You’ll be in charge. My master, if you will. How does that sound?”

It’s not as if Phoebe limited him in any way other than the duration of what’s to come. With time being relative, deep diving into a simulation on the planet or some such technological or psychic wizardry he might have in store wouldn’t be out of the question either, perhaps offering far more than one measly day. For all she knew, his powers allowing him to go to any place that has shadow meant they’d not even be limited to the planet they were on currently.

“Would you prefer something else? Maybe you’d like more time than that? I’m not particular about the when, where and for how long I’ll be in your care,” she added, still clinging to him as a constant reminder of that warm, playful body he once indulged in. Though he was bound to know she’d not hand herself over to him forever, he could still have a say on the conditions under which he could have his prize.

Gersham smirked, eyes watching her as she sucked on his thumb. Reminders of the tightness of her body, that sensitive digit worked over him eliciting even more pleasure out of her considering how sensitive that particular muscle was. Her own arousal growing in addition to the aphrodisiac that he had infused into that diminutive frame before him.

He lacked any psychic abilities like his creator. His magic was limited to illusions and charms for the most part. But he possessed enough of an intellect to get the most out of deals and negotiations. One day? There of course were things such as simulations to stretch that out but he lacked access of such things on his own and he rather feel the pleasure without any such restrictions. Full enjoyment was best achieved through flesh on flesh contact and not some sort of barrier generated by tech.

With that in mind there were several worlds were a day there could be a year or more. Most such worlds were too inhospitable but there were others were a day could be extended to several, in some cases weeks. So he considered what Phoebe offered, noting that she was open to negotiating time pointed to the fact that she was thinking of a day as a 24 hour period. Still, he made no notion to correct her thinking preferring to use that to his advantage later. With how open she was to the prospect he doubted that she would complain much.

The possibilities were of course limitless. It was what still his hand from instant gratification. Though his touch still roamed over her body as he considered the offer. He feigned bartering with her over the time frame, not that it really mattered. He didn't give in too quickly and made a fight to get additional time out of the arrangement, beginning at three days but settling on two if she didn't take the initial offer.

With that done he infused her with a bit more aphrodisiac. The effects were strong adding to the desire that was already there. Her candies would give her only some relief, the effects would linger until he dispelled the effects. The portions of her brain that generated pleasure would kick in, building to an incredible point that never truly boiled over. The candies reducing the effects a little but soon returning. The effects not deliberating but making it more challenging to get things done. He did not generate such an overwhelming desire in her this time around but would make her yearn for release even after she got it in the meantime.

“Then until we next meet.” Stepping away from her he ran a finger along her torso. Shadow spread out over her becoming skin tight clothing to better cover her. The shadow of course was a simple illusion giving her time to get replacement clothing and would offer no protection against the elements. And of course touch would indicate that there was nothing there.

“This will conceal those tares for a bit.” He vanished again. Possible going back to the cargo hold.

Clean up off the shattered ship was arduous. The bugs grew dumber and dumber but rooting them out was time consuming. With Luna's sensor tracking them down throughout the ship had been easy enough. Time consuming for the most part. The more bugs that were dispatched the easier it became. Their hive intellect dwindled though only for the first few minutes were they confused. Still when they made a counterattack it wasn't too coordinated. Normally there would be a process in creating a new queen but with enemies in their ranks the Ashlyn had to deal with them first.

Rescuing survivors, harvesting enough blue goop to free captives and so on took time. Geo stayed on sight organizing this. Some of the mercenaries looked for salvage, others went back to the resort to get more transports to bring survivors back. They were allowed to depart though Phoebe could have opted to stay and help with the ship by clearing it of the Ashlyn or looking for salvage.

Most of the mercenaries had been hired by Gersham she presumed as most had no inclination in salvage. Geo's people were among those that took part in salvage. Knowing what they had it was easier for them to seek out things. In most cases they were damaged or destroyed. Many of the weapons in armories were intact and there were a few data files that could be retrieved. Still it was clear that the ship would never fly again.

In time medical technicians arrived and transports to ferry the survivors back. Among them had been all her people. She would find them first in the cargo hold. Kurgan's jaws freed at last though Hope was a bit flushed left in a similar state from Gersham's touch earlier. It didn't appear as if she had it as bad.

Kurgan regarded her with suspicion. Her flustered state obvious to the Voren. He patted his pocket for a candy, coming up empty this time around. “I'm sure they have everything in hand here. Unless you still hope to pull salvage from this ship. Lots of beings coming and going, I think they'd just get in our way. Besides, it looks as if you can use a break.”

After giving Luna a quick once over he determined that the agent could be moved. It wouldn't be until they got back to the resort that she regain consciousness unless they hung around the ship for a bit. Once awake Luna even noted her flushed look along with Hope's which she was surprised about.

Keeping her voice low Luna leaned in to whisper to Phoebe. “I have some of my serum back at the resort.” Not that it would help much in this case.

“What happened? I remember the queen, her commands to go to engineering to undo the progress we made with the gas along with a few other things she wanted me to do. Then I felt an incredible migraine and collapsing. I take it we won the day.”

Negotiations ensued though no clear victor emerged for a short while. Sweet pleasantries came to him in the form of strokes or fleeting caresses where he’d find himself tempted over and over. Phoebe feigned amorous advances the more he argued for time, from a mere kiss to direct erotic tension rolling through his most sensitive areas though no physical contact to those spots ever came. The blonde hardly figured he didn’t care much for the duration of their future rendezvous though the here and now were thrilling enough to render that knowledge irrelevant.

She loved that touch, relished the attention. Not even a blind man would’ve been unaware of the wants splayed out across that blushing and equally licentious expression. She leaned this way and that while they felt each other up, wasting not one sweeping motion of his hands against that curvy silhouette before him. How that supple flesh tensed, twitched and quivered in all the right ways proved how close that pilot was to taking off to the high heavens. Staving off that blistering desire took everything Phoebe had. It took just as much not to just accept the three days of playtime he started off with.

In the end, they came down to two days and left it at that. The aphrodisiac may have been a driving force in her demanding a brief union of their lips before he masked her ruined attire with veils of shadow, offering but a cursory glimpse of relief in this fever dream of cruelly neglected needs demanding release. She was left shaking, panting in heat, every breath worsening that desperate longing for pleasure.

Gersham vanished though Phoebe remained in engineering until a medical team arrived to take care of Luna for the time being. She then helped with the cleanup of the remaining Ashlyn to the best of her ability, at least for as long as her body could endure. The young woman ended up having to return to her friends as her movements grew more and more impaired by unnatural desires that were starting to border on discomfort, if not downright erotic torture.

Just the passing of air teased her aching form. An illusion covered up what had been torn away, but that wouldn’t keep the faintest blows from swirling across hot, soaking wet flower petals. Thighs rubbed together with every step, smearing otherwise glistening yet unseen love juices all over their insides. Sweltering breaths heaved that petite chest against the inside of her flight suit as well, applying all too delicious friction unto the hardened teats cresting those swollen orbs. Air crept over altered cells lining those lips, mouth, tongue and throat whenever she drew much needed oxygen, resulting in whimpered moans of nigh unbearable need bubbling to the surface of her being. Sweat beaded up on the overheating beauty, all while eyes fluttered and the nearest wall acted as support for the struggling agent. Licking her own gums until she climaxed had been such an inviting thought, but she knew that starting with that now wouldn’t even take her off the edge.

She mustered whatever strength it took not to appear that desperate before the others. Their reunion distracted her at least slightly from the sensations haunting the body and mind alike. Some might catch on that their companion choked back tears while embracing them one after another, happy to see them alive and well as she mumbled apologies and words of gratitude in the form of near whispers, tormenting herself further by uttering even a single word.

Seeing Kurgan fish for candy and coming up empty-handed still put a smile on her face despite the circumstances. She walked up to him, leaned on him for a moment, making him aware as to her uncertain steps on top of the many wondrous scents the Voren could easily pick up. “Heh, thanks .. Then again, I believe we can all use a bit of a break. I’m not gonna bother with the salvage either. In all honesty, I think I’ve had enough adventures for one day. Let’s just go back to the resort ..”

Stepping back and casting sultry eyes upon Luna hinted at the thoughts in the back of her mind as they were close for an embrace similar to the one everyone else got. The serum likely wouldn’t do much good either though she appreciated the option. They weren’t exactly the ones who won the day, but that didn’t matter much either. They lasted long enough to be saved, which was good enough. “Geo’s people and, well, a friend of mine took care of everything while most of us were busy being captives. The queen’s been killed some time after you left for engineering. That probably severed whatever connection you’ve had with her, which then scrambled your brains a little bit .. I think. That’s just about all I got out of that.”

Phoebe exhaled, shuddering in response to all that backed up heat pulsating through her veins, before dropping onto a place to sit nearby. “Nnhhn .. W-Well, whatever. We’re alive and well. Plenty of Saurians made it out in one piece, too. I suppose that counts as winning.” She grinned at the group. “I won’t call it a victory until I’ve had a nice warm bath and ample time to relax though .. Can’t really shake the feeling of all that slime on me from earlier .. Won’t be doing much more than that today, I don’t think. I just wanna relax .. and enjoy our vacation for once ..”

Burning through this hellish aphrodisiac would be a pleasant end to their little excursion. Phoebe figured collecting that serum from Luna would be as good of an excuse as any, unless something else came up. Hope might’ve been better off, but Gersham touched her as well. Viryon’s still Viryon and they never really got up to anything of the sort. Kurgan likely wouldn’t pass up on her though recent events were truly nightmarish. She couldn’t imagine anyone actually being too interested in blowing off some steam like that. It'd have to wait until they got back to the resort area nevertheless.

Shame about the skiff and their equipment though. They all could’ve had a great time exploring a crashed ship, maybe collect some interesting alien tech, but the whole thing turned out to be a bust and nearly cost their lives. So much for making past events up to her friends, she thought. Getting captured and enslaved would’ve been difficult to make up for and this wasn’t it so far, apparently. She always seemed to be screwing up ensuring Kurgan and Viryon had a fun time every now and then. At least their vacation was just beginning. This was just one day of many on one and the same resort planet.

Speaking of those Keltorians in charge, Phoebe thought it unlikely they’d be getting much of an answer as to why they claimed the ship was up for grabs to whomever got there first when not only survivors, but an alien menace was wreaking havoc on board. Whatever then. She had her fill of obscenities either way and wouldn’t stress out over something like that when there were more pressing needs to take care of.

Having some time aboard the transport, Phoebe used some of her residual focus and willpower to reach out to Aegir once more. Thankfully, the Ashlyn never considered removing the piercing which facilitated this entire rescue operation. “Gersham’s arrived. I’m safe now. Thanks for the help,” Phoebe began, mulling over how best to express her gratitude though there was only so much she could offer the likes of that octopus whose age, power and wisdom well exceeded whatever her own human lifespan could ever hope to produce. “You saved my life, twice. I owe you more than I can ever repay, but I sure as hell will try. If you ever need me to do anything, anything at all, just let me know and I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

Phoebe spent as much time as she could dealing with the remaining Ashlyn. They were still dangerous despite losing that massive boost to their intellect but hardly as much of a threat now, especially with a coordinated effort to deal with them. When it was too difficult to endure more she found her friends. Naturally Gersham was gone, either in other areas of the vessel or simply gone. Geo took charge of things for the most part.

The Voren doctor noted her distress. That much had been clear in the way she walked, the fragrance of her body was clear. Even with the strong scent of slime. He could have sworn her clothes had been torn earlier, he did keep his eyes on her as best as he could manage while they were in the cargo bay earlier. What were the odds of her finding clothing in her size among the Saurians things?

“I can't say I'm sad about that. Slime is hard enough to get out of fur. I didn't need to add dirt and grease to that as well.” He grinned, or what passed as it by his species. This only drew attention to his normally white, now yellow stained muzzle. “You can do with some rest.”

Hope she found, wasn't as bad off as she was. Her desires and arousal would fade soon enough. Tormenting her in their trip back to the resort but fading by the time they reached it. Phoebe had received Gersham's attention, more of that drug was infused into her. He had more of a reason to torment her longer since she was making him wait.

Luna was a bit dazed. Though she appreciated being brought up to speed her features creased with some worry at her most valuable asset being scrambled. Even if there was no lasting effects she worried about appropriate dangers and worse case scenarios. Reason would gradually take over where she would tell herself that she dodged a bullet. Maybe if she had been enthralled longer there would have been some damages, she didn't know a thing about psionics, something she would now look into if only to ease her mind a bit.

Viryon was, well Viryon. The whole ordeal was much like a haunted house was to a kid. Scary yet exciting. Before the chimera was as she was now her life as a simple lizard had been chalk full of fear. Avoiding or dealing with other predators had been the norm day in and day out.

Things hadn't been as stressful for her. In addition she lacked trauma like other sentient beings. In many ways she was child-like. In others she adapted so well as if this was the norm for her and not the exception. Since her liberation things had been far different than they had been in her old life but those memories, as simple as they were, had been the bulk of her existence.

They managed to return to the resort without running across anything else. Splitting up and going their separate ways, most to shower to get rid of clinging yellow slime and the pungent smell. Soaking in a bath may have been preferable.

While traveling back to the resort she contact Aegir with the very piercing that the Ashlyn neglected taking from her. Why would they think it was anything more than a simple accessory despite their intellect. While their queen had some psionic ability such things were rare in the galaxy. Typically only those invested in such devices knew much about them. Not even the queen would have been aware unless of course she enslaved someone that had knowledge about such things. Fortunately for he the she was the only one on the vessel that had any sort of useful knowledge in that area. No one present even heard of rumors, since such devices couldn't be operated by those without gifts of the mind most didn't look into them other than archaeologists and scholars.

Phoebe did not have to wait long. What delay over those vast light years had been insignificant. Her thoughts transmitted and responded to in short order.

Ah, that is good to hear. Gersham wasn't too annoyed I hope. You are welcome. Aegir considered her words briefly. The first time he had saved her was simply to annoy his son Fafner. And now it was to protect an investment. He had several beings searching for those stones. It didn't matter if any where successful or not. Simply having other resources out looking on his behalf increased the odds of retrieving information or additional stones themselves. He had obtained half of them and in time he would have the rest. As long lived as his kind was Aegir was patient.

If you sincerely mean that than I shall implant you with a node. It will allow me to use my abilities through it. On it's own it can even enhance your psionics through training whenever I do not take charge of it. It will serve you as a tool, further assisting you on your hunt for the stones.

Since I can take control of the nodes until they mature I can easily update it with any knowledge or rumors I uncover. Of course the node will be destroyed before achieving true sentience. They are easy enough to dispose before then. He would not suffer another mistake like Fafner. So rarely did he travel the stars these days just to avoid his progeny. Both beings desired to undue the other. It was an anomaly that Fafner even existed. Fortunately for Fafner Aegir was rather content on Shokushu and the two rarely crossed paths. More often than not given his vast superiority it was Aegir that screwed with the plans of his son or getting his son to flee from a potentially lethal encounter.

But do not worry about that now. Someday when I am motivated enough to leave this world I will find you. Rest and recover.

Being quit patient it could be years before he sought her out if she agreed to the node. But it wasn't anything urgent, she had already wracked up a few meetings already. Slarr may not every locate her, but she could be sure that Gersham would.

Phoebe found that the illusion of her clothes unraveled as she attempted to remove them. Leaving them in their damaged state. Water felt good and refreshing teasing her skin and washing away slime, sweat and her own sexual juices. It did little to relieve her but it felt good to be clean.

While the shower soothed her she did not remain alone for long. Her first indication being the strong hands that pressed to her shoulders as Kurgan entered the shower with her. Hands massaging her there before working down to her lower back. As she soaked those hands began applying soap to her, cleaning as they moved over her.

As they worked a tongue traced over her neck. Slipping briefly behind her ear as soapy hands reached around her. Grasping those small breasts and giving them a squeeze under the pretense of getting them clean.

“You seem very flustered. Allow me to assist you.” Kurgan could have been making candies but he figured that it would take to long to manufacture them opposed to taking a more direct approach. Of course he had no idea what had been done to her by Gersham and had figured that this had been one of her usual attacks, possibly spurned on by something in the ship as he had doubts that she would get so flustered in the time that they had been apart without an external source or her having to speak a lot and thus stimulate that sensitive tongue of hers.

He didn't wait long and unless she pushed him away or halted him in some fashion she'd find those hands sinking down her chest. Fingers brushing over her thighs then working inward until one sat over her clit. Small motions of his finger swirled over that button as another finger slid along her slit in slow motions.

“Shit, Phoebe, you're so wet.” His finger pressed inside her with greater ease than it ever had. One slow push until half that digit was encased by that wet tight heat.

When the node came into play, Phoebe didn’t feel strongly about it one way or another. In fact, receiving that kind of implant sounded like a win in her book. Much of what occurred recently could’ve been avoided with one of those keeping her company.

As far as trusting Aegir had been concerned, he saved her twice before, for one reason or another, and that’s that. She doubted he’d really bother harboring any ill will towards her when their powers and lifespans were lightyears apart. Her telekinesis wouldn’t even pass for parlor tricks if his capabilities in the psychic fields were considered mastery. Accepting anything he was willing to part with would inarguably improve her capabilities as well, if only to allow him to channel his powers through the node for a time.

While he told her not to worry about that, Phoebe made her acceptance known all the same. Sure, it’d be just one tiny thought in the back of her mind without it, but it was best to get that nagging little thing out of the way while they had the chance.

All that could wait, however, until he actually showed up. She wouldn’t know when Aegir would have time for her anyway, so there was no point anticipating a certain date or place. As things were, getting out of that crashed ship was a good enough outcome to get her through the coming days. Splitting up back at the resort let her and Kurgan retire to the hotel they’d booked when they first arrived, giving ample opportunity to clean themselves up, relax or even blow off some steam.

Sharing a room with Kurgan it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he’d join up with her before long, but those infernal needs were such a distraction that even the experienced pilot couldn’t have foreseen his ambush. She had no complaints either way. Leaning back and into him, giving a sigh of frustration and relief becoming one, every fleeting touch could only be likened to glowing metal sweeping across that glistening voluptuous form, imbuing tissue starved for attention with but a taste of what they wanted above all else. The only torture worse than simmering away in perpetual erotic agony happened to be these brief moments of foreplay before he chanced upon the culmination of an actual pleasure button.

Some small circulations bestowed unto the swollen nub caused her clit to jolt, almost painfully so, setting off a chain reaction which brought Phoebe straight into her toes. Heat other than the steaming waters sprayed across his finger and the shower tiles while inner muscles contracted violently, unable to hold back. She climaxed hard, barely able to stifle a feverish squeal not even her own hand could silence. From one moment to the next, Phoebe’s eyes fluttered in rapture while her beauty slackened and drifted, using his body to stay upright for those faint few moments hers knew nothing but heaven.

The descent of that digit showed how hopeless she had become. Sinking in turned out to be easier than ever though there was no denying even receding the faintest fraction of an inch would’ve been a struggle unlike any other. She wanted more, but to give up nothing without a fight as wet velvet depths clung to him with each bundle of nerves he inadvertently fed the boon of his mastery over her body.

Hips bucked with a mind of their own, following Kurgan’s guidance though they would never rest in their efforts to rise and fall, to sway back and forth with every attempt to experience more of that delicious relief. Her own touch felt for the daring adventurer to her back, intent on rewarding him with the deserved exploration of his own eager self.

She didn’t care much for how their failed undertaking left them. Her thoughts were being smothered by the pleasure that was sharing another shower with her dear companion. While her mind had already given up, her body knew what was to come, reacting instinctively to the promise of long overdue release. All the scents and sensations that came with it were the spark which blanked most, if not all coherent thoughts in that pretty little head of hers.

Soaking bodies met one another in a feast for the senses. All that time spent denying oneself for something as fickle as human decency had taken its toll on the young woman’s body and mind alike. Phoebe hungered and not one part of her denied that most genuine of truths. The first victim of many became the hand she brought up to cruelly tingling lips in short order. She never really thought about it when indulging in the pleasures of the flesh before, but there was far more than strength in that hand for her to be excited about. Fur and clawed digits alike provided nothing short of unique playgrounds for her very own altered cells to relish.

It'd have been strange, perhaps even somewhat unpleasant without those changes to her physiology, but when her tongue dragged across Kurgan’s fingers, even pushed between these unusual digits, they were delivering stimuli from virtually all sides in a full frontal assault onto the pleasure centers of her brain. She couldn’t help but moan into them while lavishing each with attention, whimpering, mewling even, feeding ever more of that orgasmic high into the eager receptacle that was her being.

Phoebe looked back over her shoulder, eyes embellished with that all too familiar trace of desire turning them dull and glassy. She carried that flustered look well, cheeks flushed deep red whilst her heart beat hard and fast, if not restless in ways that’d have anyone believe he could feel it reverberate through his own form.

While it was unlike her to get truly fired up over something this trivial, especially after their recent adventure nearly ending in tragedy, he knew from but a glance there was no stopping the hot-blooded pilot from steering them into another round of undying passion. She was too desperate for attention to think, let alone allow this opportunity to slip away, both unwilling and unable to rein herself back in when their gazes inevitably met.

“MMmore~ Give me more~ Mnnhh~” She purred, merciless in her advances upon those fingers, the rhythmic movement of her hips and every bit of contact her other hand could muster in their closeness. “Just give it to me .. Please~ Anything .. I’ll do anything!”

Kurgan hadn't been surprised upon the surrender of that nubile body. He felt the quiver of her own orgasm with those simple touches and caresses as he painted those digits over her clit. Phoebe could feel just how excited he was, that stiff member poking against her ass and lower back as she moved.

Moving on he fought with her soaked nethers. The slow intrusion into that sheer tightness. Fingers rewarded by the press of her body they advanced slowly as not to hurt her. Once they were fully lodged in her the two fingers opened up form a V to help widen her further. They collapsed upon each other before drawing back. When they advanced yet again they opened back up at the apex.

Priming her as she feasted on his digits Kurgan brought further bliss to her senses. He received some of his own as well as she reached back. Taking him in hand it was only a few strokes before she felt the splash of warmth hit her back. He throbbed in her grasp, still firm, a groan of pleasure breaking up the attack on her neck with that long keen tongue of his.

Neither had been sated. It was clear that they were just getting started as evident from the steamy look in her eyes. He grinned upon seeing those flushed features. Taking half a step forward he pinned her body to the wall just under the shower head.

Practically lifting her up with each thrust of those fingers as Phoebe stood up on her toes Kurgan calculated her words. He gave a shake of his head which may have indicated that he was denying her request.

But Kurgan wasn't so cruel. “You need not beg, Phoebe. Being with you is reward enough.”

His hand left her lips long enough to drop over her own hand and guide him to her back door. There he pushed against her, assisted by his own fingers in her pussy that drew her up and back. Slowly he filled her, “Mm … so tight ...”

When he was fully lodged inside her his pace increased gradually. Each thrust he made had been hard. His member wet from both his own cum and the water Kurgan determined how she was holding up. If she was in too much pain he could always pull out to gather more lubrication. So he tested the waters a bit at first. Once squared away his tempo increased. His hips slapping steadily off her ass while his fingers pressed into her. His thumb now regulated to brushing over her clit.

“Faster?” He asked while his hand now worked beneath her body and the wall as he grasped a breast, toying with the nipple and keeping her from smacking into the wall. If anything his hand might get a bit crushed depending how fast they went at it but that was hardly a concern for either one of them at the moment.

“Uhhnn ..” Molten heat filled the young woman’s orifices. She brought him to where he wished to plunder that treasure trove of sensations and braced for the inevitable. Slumped forward or rather pressed against the shower wall, one arm set against it for support and to prevent his hand from getting crushed while her other hand spread a cheek, visibly digging into that succulent flesh, neither could hope to stave off their thirst for more of each other’s company. Then, in the blink of an eye, Phoebe’s vision flashed white.

Kurgan claimed what was his and she was in no condition to slow him down nor speed things up. The shapely blonde tensed and twitched, inner muscles collapsing around the intruding meat spire with vice like tightness as his fingers received the same treatment. Their questing motions caused them to rub up against one another through that narrow wall of flesh separating them, bestowing unto her that feeling of fullness she relished so much in the past. The fires burned brighter, ever more restless the more he inserted of himself, until their hips finally became one.

She groaned out a breathless, wanton response. His current perspective made it impossible to tell, but her eyes were already fluttering, that fleeting sense of control on the verge of breaking up yet again when enthusiasm and need offset what minor discomfort complemented the white wolf’s thrusts until the latter had virtually been washed away. Searing passion rolled up her ass and spine while that swollen love pearl brimmed with excitement, set ablaze time and time again with every sweeping stroke of those digits.

The aphrodisiac still pumped through her veins. She’d have been unable to tell where it ended and her own desires began at that point. The Voren doctor knew her body inside and out. Not one special spot had been kept secret during their regular private sessions. As they made up for the horrors of their recent adventure, far from the ears of their companions and friends, Phoebe wouldn’t deny him the pleasing moans and blistering squeals of another climax ripping through that glistening, soaked beauty of hers.

Water droplets traced upon every curve, every charm of that body he found worshipped him from base to tip. Slapping hips produced ripples along all the more luscious thighs and rear cheeks, both precious parts in an apparent rush to make up for her small chest though he could just as well feel those engorged orbs pulse and appreciate his every advance, helping the former agent melt to pleasure the likes of which drowned out this world’s worries at long last.

She wouldn’t know how much time they would need. All she knew was that she’d savor every second of it. Whether he kept up or even outlasted her didn’t matter. Phoebe had her fun and there was more to come. She need not beg, he said, but there was no harm in pleading for something only he could provide right then and there.

She did tap into that particular side of him, wondering if he would indulge her insatiable nature that day. Scratch me, bite me, choke me, make me yours. She did not care where those stimuli came from or when they befell her senses, starved for attention as they were. Whether the intent was to administer pain, pleasure, or both, even a modicum of tingly sensations provided a feast Phoebe wouldn’t pass up on.

It was clear that he needed this a much as she did. Though there was no drug driving that desire it was strong. Bodies clapped together. Her tight sheath folded against him delightfully so making those thrusts harder. They still came with that urgency to join them together, fast and hard as if they might not have much time. As it was it hadn't taken him long at all before she was infused with his essence.

Kurgan still. Encased deep inside Phoebe he complied with her pleas. Voren teeth were sharp. Evolution designed them to be hunters and even as a runt a bite could easily lead to complications had he not used care and been a doctor on top of things. His studies had him dealing with human injuries and he knew what they could endure. His bites were gently nips along her neck and shoulders. Using care especially along her neck.

Deliberately he nipped her at the shoulder. His tongue collecting both water and blood as he lapped it up. One hand caressed her body. Exploring the curves of her breasts. Fingers freed themselves from her ass only to turn her around to face him after he drew out of her.

Able to see her face to get a better read on things he then moved to choke her. At the same time he entered her again following up that sensation with more restrained thrusts. Slow and deep. One hand choked her easing up whenever she went to red and applying more pressure once she caught her breath.

As his hand roamed her body his claws left tiny scratches. Sometimes even breaking the skin. Before leaving too many scratches he turned his attention to her nipples. Pinching each in time. Rolling them between thumb an forefinger and even tugging on them.

This time it took a fair bit longer for him to paint the insides of her body with his seed. The water was beginning to turn cold and Kurgan fumbled with the controls to turn it off. Picking her up while still inserted inside her Kurgan moved them to the bedroom.

Given her condition and his biology it took Kurgan a bit more effort to satisfy all those spots at once. Still he tried. Laying the pilot out upon the bed his hand roamed her form a bit as if he was shaping putty. After a few minutes he moved to his doctor's bag where he kept many of his medical instruments. Instruments that came to include more than a few things for Phoebe's needs.

A small vibrator for her ass and another larger one for her mouth. That particular toy had been ridged proving for more stimulation to her tongue. It too vibrated at a modest sped to send ripples of pleasure through that muscle. This allowed him to take her without holding back.

Nuzzling her neck, sucking on her breasts. He varied between hard and gentle. However, he was unable to keep up until her own exhaustion. Sill the night had been rather fulfilling. And Kurgan had not quite finished with her. Not ever one to leave her wanting. When he withdrew from her that final time he took the vibrator from her lips setting it aside. His tongue finding it's way inside her mouth. The rather dexterous muscle swirling and looping about her own tongue as he drank her in.

After that kiss he drew back to his full height smiling down upon her. “You have worn me out my dear. Still ...” Going back to his bag he produced a pair of cuffs. Clasping them over her wrists they came together magnetically after he hit a button on a remote. Next he posed her standing her up with her back against the wall. Attaching something to the wall above her he then stretched her hands above the bed until the magnetic cuffs attached to something.

“I'll have to make more candy. But while you wait ...”

Kurgan paused long enough to sample a breast. Then rummaging through his bag he produced two other toys. One for her mouth which was similar to the dildo she was sucking on. It too was ridged though there were pistons inside it so it felt as if it were thrusting inside her. On occasion the toy rotated to massage her tongue. Rarely it fired a mist from pin point holes on the nodules that tasted much like mint but had no other effect other than simulating pre-cum with a pleasant taste.

At the base of the toy was a strap that could be fastened about her head holding the toy in place. Once he had secured it he placed another toy up inside her warm nether region. It was a bit wider than the other stretching her out a little. It moved, pumping inside her at a slow and steady rate.

Kurgan slipped a small remote into the palm of her hand. “You can control the speed with this. Even turn it off if you'd like. Though I'd get an alert if you do and can control the device remotely if I like overriding it. Sit tight. Or stand tight. That doesn't have the same ring. I shall return as soon as I can. Do you need anything?”

Of course he would need to understand her muffled words. Perhaps he should have asked first. If there was nothing he would depart leaving her there against the wall for as long as she could endure, someone else found her, or he returned.

Showers can only do so much to keep everyone clean. All the work theirs had accomplished had been rendered meaningless when the two of them stepped out for more mutual pleasure in the bedroom. Phoebe did not know up from down by the end of it. Never before has he been that rough though in hindsight his wanton companion had asked for more at every turn. At no point did she discourage him and the rewards were as thrilling as they were draining the woman’s body and mind well beyond their usual sessions aboard the ship.

Just one more kiss sent that cotton stuffed head of hers reeling. With a tongue numb from sheer endless stimulation, the invasion of his own awakened those oversexed and hypersensitive bundles of nerves once more, wreaking havoc upon them as electric jolts of glee went straight to her brain in a rush of blistering ecstasy. That muscle of hers yielded on the spot, spasming in time with her tender form as it was being thrashed into submission, unable to fight back for even the faintest of moments.

As he pulled back and drank her in, the full extent of his deeds was written all over the panting blonde. Hazy eyes still fluttered in the aftermaths of their recent union. Speckles of drool crested those moaning lips he’d captured mere moments prior. Steaming hot seed drooled from visibly twitching netherlips. Sweat embellished meticulously sculpted flesh and muscle which contracted, tensed and relaxed, even slightly bucked as far as her hips were concerned, never quite eluding this wondrous high. Claws and teeth left their marks upon the glistening pilot, a testament to his rougher advances next to the already diminishing imprint of his hand which once tightened around her throat.

“Mnhnn ..” She groaned upon being lifted up and cuffed in a more upright posture. Her head lolled from side to side as Kurgan drew her hands up high, something locked her in place and more tools were yet to come. One served as gag and instrument of erotic torture alike as it entered that ever eager and sensitive mouth. Staggered, pleasure infused whimpers bled over into an elongated moan, complemented by the lewd and wet squelch of soaked folds wrapping around another dildo sinking into its new home.

The cruel reality of it all struck home as he pointed out he was leaving her to make more candy, as well as what he could do from afar. As for what more she needed, did it really matter? After numerous exercises in lust and passion, he could read her body like a book, from every look she gave to the faintest whimper. From her flushed and pleasure wracked expression he knew there’d be nothing to worry about. If she was feeling parched, that could wait for another time. What fleeting albeit muffled protests he picked up on were likely just playful banter anyway.

Following that, he departed from the bedroom. What complaints Phoebe had left fell on silent ears and were gradually being replaced by the pleasing symphony of that naughty bedroom voice she had. Toys treated her to a feast for the senses in the Voren’s absence. Bindings strained, but never succumbed as she squirmed, writhed and bucked with no one around to alleviate or watch the unfolding spectacle. She probably could’ve been standing normally but these deviously vibrating phalli were keeping Phoebe well and truly roused with inescapable shards of molten rapture.

The worst of it all challenged her altered mouth to more maddening pleasantries after having endured her own breaths, moans, vibrations and kisses during previous rounds with her companion. She tasted mint, relishing it and the opportunity to practice her talents on the toy in his absence. She touched up those ridges with her tongue. Let the toy rotate against the entire length of that tender flesh, which it did repeatedly and almost always as if on cue. Each time, her tongue quivered in absolute joy. She couldn’t help herself, consciously lavishing it with attention. Phoebe tasted nothing short of pleasure and despite her growing fatigue craved more instead of some well deserved respite.

She couldn’t keep herself from acting on those primal urges, even if her body was nearing exhaustion. In time, the hand clutching that remote began to falter in its duty. As the first climax ripped through Phoebe’s helpless form, clenching digits turned the speed up to its maximum.

“Mnnnnhhh!” The remote slipped from her hand then. Widened eyes tracked the device as it clattered to the floor, realizing the futility of trying to get it back. She’d not be able to muster the mental focus to turn it back down telekinetically, let alone return it to her now free hand which grasped at nothing but air in desperation.

It came as no surprise that pure bliss washed out the desire to turn it down after some time. Kurgan might make a note of it, but what would he actually do in response? Would he interfere, turn it down or leave it as is? There’d be no finding out until it happened and, depending on how far gone she was then, Phoebe might not even be capable of much coherent thought when it did happen. Tears of glee welled up in eyes which started rolling back by then, more and more out of focus each time that devastating orgasmic high chased the one that came before.

Would Kurgan be back soon? Would anyone else come over? Room service? Visitors? Anyone? If so, would they even have a key? Would anyone even hear her from the outside in the first place? Whichever the case, Phoebe had no choice in the matter. Cuffed to the walls and left to her own devices, this eternal cascade of pleasure would only come to an end when consciousness had been replaced by darkness.

Kurgan heard the ding from his personal device as the vibrator was turned up. Casually he glanced at the tablet. The toy doing far more than it looked. It measured her heart rate and pulse along with a few other things that only made sense to doctors or those that had read through the manual entirely. There was even a feature where the device could be opened up and filled with all sorts of chemical goodness. From the mundane to chemicals that acted like aphrodisiacs or medical aids promoting recovery.

Sadly he had none of the later. Though the device would inject her with thick cum from time to time. Knowing her prior role as a slave to Fafner and her history before he figured that she could keep going for some time. So the fact that the remote slipped from her grasp had not initially occurred to him.

Distracted by his tasks it had been some time before he looked back at the tablet. Noting that the device was still going strong at its highest setting. An indicator told him how long it had been going. “My, she wants it hard today.” Kurgan noted then searched for some recovery aids.

His mind distracted by images of her in such an erotic state. It only served to get him aroused. “Well, maybe I'll have her one more time before giving her the latest batch of candy.”

While Kurgan was busy with prep a knock came to her door. The sound coming after some time. A pause then another knock. And another.

“Phoebe. Are you in?”

The knocking cease. Whether she attempted to make a sound or remain quiet dictated what occurred next. If she strained she would have heard Luna stating that she must be with Kurgan. Viryon's voice chiming in that she saw him pass her by not that long ago.

If Phoebe paid attention the two had a brief conversation. Luna sending Viryon to get Hope who was back in the hanger. She'd hear the padding of feet. Next came the turning of the doorknob. Slowly rotating part way. Locked, of course. But that didn't slow Luna down much. When next Phoebe saw the door knob move the door was gradually pushed open. The end of a blaster pistol came into view followed by the agent who was more than alarmed not to find anything nefarious here, or at least not what she was imaging.

Luna colored. A pistol in one hand, a hand bag in the other. She was dressed for leisure. Eyes wide at what she was seeing. Her gaze swinging aside to confirm they were alone. After the automatic training ceased she glanced back. Embarrassed at what she walked in on.

“Oh my! I thought – I should go -”

Her reason for being her forgotten at this stage. She surmised what had to have been going on seeing the remote on the floor and Kurgan's departure. Instinct had steered her wrong here. Hence the break in. Electronic security and locks of that nature were mere child's play. More of a challenge would have been a physical lock. She was glad she acted before back up got here though getting to the hanger and back would be twenty minutes at least.

As embarrassed as she was Luna staggered back towards the door still starring at such an appealing, albeit unexpected, site.

The devices came at her hard and fast. She never lacked stimuli to drive those tingling cells mad with delight. Shokushu prepared her for the worst, but even her days as a slave to many masters and mistresses groomed her for a life of pleasure and submission. It’d be unknown how long the trained woman would last that day though for better or for worse she’d not yet broken when visitors came knocking at her door.

Much of the conversation that ensued went beyond her perception of things owing to that brutal sexual avalanche. The thrusts. The vibrations. The minty mist flowing over her tongue whereas thick manspunk surged into her quivering depths. The distractions were far too potent to register all of it, let alone the finer details. Her focus had already deteriorated to the point of rendering everything outside her room as little more than distant echoes of an erotic fever dream.

When Luna finally made her way inside, her arrival would’ve been a surprise to them both.

The gaze that swung about to meet hers contained little coherence. Surprise quickly gave way to the perpetual hot blooded passion burning through the rest of her being. She ached, both for more and from the overwhelming nature of this humiliating posture, the pleasure, everything. Phoebe may have hoped for rescue when the remote first slipped from her hand, but that pretty little head of hers had become nothing but mush while the Voren doctor was gone.

Now, it was almost as if every effort to present her most alluring angles and qualities were deliberate. Luna’s vision had its fair share of Phoebe to process. Some of her most intimate bits were taken up by various toys, but it did not distract from how the unclad beauty danced and writhed to the ecstasy tearing through her body, an appealing visual enhanced by the glistening coat of sweat marking up this utterly defenseless morsel. All the more delectable were exposed, vulnerable and engorged mounds of tit flesh embellished with a subtle sheen, uncovered and untended by even the slightest implement of pleasure. Squirming in time with this melodic rapture, Phoebe’s supple breasts swayed enticingly before the agent’s lingering gaze, fueling ever more of that mouthwatering imagery straight into her brain.

The moaning, whimpering damsel in distress teased further with every grind, every buck of those comely hips into nothing but air. She dipped a bit lower, trembling feverishly whilst rendering those restraints taut and tense until the woman’s head shot up with a muffled cry. Tears rolled from eyes and over beat red cheeks, the former showing nothing but whites in this moment of pure bliss. Was she cumming again? Luna witnessed those jolts of rapture, the aftershocks of release mercilessly exploited by an unending stream of stimulation which practically sent the former agent stumbling straight into the next orgasm.

Her head lolled from side to side, cheeks utterly flushed and eyes out of focus as she gurgled a response of some kind through drool, mist and the dildo occupying her mouth and throat. Oversexed muscles visibly twitched when one of those milky thighs gave out. Phoebe extended it slightly towards Luna and the remote alike, spasming in the heavenly throes of passion with no end in sight.

Was she pleading for the agent to stay, to help with the remote perhaps? Were those motions deliberate, goading Luna into action? Was it purely incidental in the blonde’s battle with nothing short of sensory overload? Was it not an invitation at all?

Luna could leave her here for Kurgan to recover. Was there any harm in staying though? She could assist in freeing the shapely pilot, perhaps. Aside from the maddening rush of ecstasy, however, Phoebe did not appear to be in any sort of discomfort. It’d be up to her to come up with a solution to the situation at hand considering this tied up temptress lacked the ability to even voice her desires, let alone act on them.

Luna was primarily research and development. She lacked the experience of saving slaves from slavers. Seeing the state of their wares. She did see the aftermath of some of them. Hearing the stories of fellow agents prompted her in developing her serum to help combat against nefarious aphrodisiacs.

She babbled when taken by surprise and nearly backed out of the room until her attention went back to the remote there on the floor. A feeble attempt to reach it? No way that Phoebe could but she took that as a silent plea of sorts.

Closing the door Luna set aside her hand bag that held her tools and the reason why she came here in the first place, a few doses of her serum she had gotten from Hope of all people. True she didn't need it herself but could apply it to colleagues and recovered captives. A lot of agents in high risk areas were given a few doses if they were going up against those using aphrodisiacs.

Rushing forward Luna did the first thing she thought of rather than the smartest. Had she thought it threw she might have used the remote to shut off the toy. Instead she pulled it out unplugging that sweet flower and allowing that substance to spill from her. Next she worked on the toy pressing into the agent's mouth. Unfastening it then removing the device.

“Is that better?” Of course not. Yet that was all she could think of. Scenarios rushing through her head already concluding what was going on here. She had no way of knowing if things went too far or the dropped remote was accidental. Maybe it was a kink she had with Kurgan to leave her like this for some time.

While she didn't know that Luna realized that she hadn't moved to untie the pilot. Nor did she realize that with the dildo still on Kurgan had not known that things had been interrupted.

It still took time for the serum to kick in and Luna debated with herself. If she used it at this stage it might not have the desired effect. Often the serum was used before an aphrodisiac took effect. That and her cravings weren't brought on by a standard aphrodisiac so it would have limited effect any way.

“Has anyone every told you how hot you are like that?” Her cheeks were stained with a blush but Luna couldn't help that. Nor could she resist from reaching out to Phoebe. Setting an index finger over her clit and tracing it in small circles. Her other hand folded about a breast guiding it into her mouth a she lowered to it. Her tongue streaking around that ripe peak before she began suckling softly.

Up this close she could smell the scent of sex, sweat and even blood from all the nips and scratches. So she liked it a bit rough? Not that Phoebe had much of a say being gagged as she had been and tied up. So she began with a nibble against that nipple before tugging on it with her teeth.

“I could just eat you up. Or I could untie you if you'd like.” She then pinched the clit she had been stroking with the barest of pressure.

Whether silent plea or mere response to orgasmic glee rolling through the tied up blonde, there was no doubting the relief that came over the pilot when taken care of with a helping hand. Staying bound in much the same way wouldn’t have been unpleasant by any means, but rather approaching foaming-at-the-mouth insanity from climaxing many times in quick succession until those numbers were well beyond counting. Phoebe had her limits for no matter how experienced a lover, in her experience unmodified human females rarely outlasted their alien partners and she was no exception.

What altered cells she did have were far from designed to make her last longer. Nothing had truly been changed aside from the heightened sensitivity throughout every part of her mouth. She exhaled a long moan when the device tormenting this oversexed tissue had been removed, returning her ability to speak and, to some extent, think.

Another implement of erotic torture slid free from hungrily clenching folds with an audible, wet slurp, leading to a gush of built up cum reserves to follow it. Twitching netherlips were exposed, glistening with her own shame and everything they had drained from Kurgan’s toy. The air quickly enriched with the scent of those leaked out contents and Phoebe’s nectar, on top of every spicy odor provided by those eager love bites he’d left behind, culminating an atmosphere not entirely dissimilar to the one they basked in during their previous intimacies. Thankfully, circumstances had improved greatly since then, giving the brunette agent free reign over this quivering feast for the senses.

She may have endured much, but still had energy for more. Luna could tell from heated words forming into shudders and gasps with every advance of her tongue long before they could ever hope to answer her comments. Phoebe’s hips roused to meet that circling digit whilst trying to force more of her swollen breasts into the agent’s adorably flushed face. Molten peaks throbbed with the same unbound excitement as an equally swollen pearl being ground into a whole new world of ecstasy. It was nowhere near as overwhelming, but just as intense, feeding on all the forced pleasure that came before.

Yet even in this increasingly drained state, Phoebe wasn’t entirely powerless nor without appetite as if Gersham’s gift really was that difficult to burn through. Luna’s presence may have been just that exciting though as the blonde’s form gently swayed, stirred, and strained against her bindings with what remaining strength she could muster, arching her body for the other woman’s viewing pleasure as if dangling the fruit of temptation right before her eyes.

“Mnnh .. Ah .. You- .. Best keep me tied up .. Unless you want me to tie you up instead.” Breathless, but brimming with anticipation, a grimace of pleasured fatigue came over her, rounded off with a wink bestowed unto her audience of one. “I’m all yours .. It’s my treat.”