Ania didn’t bother with a great many luxuries during her travels and had little to do around the ship other than perhaps taking care of business and the like. Smuggling goods and bounty hunting required ample preparation and focus. The more high profile targets paid excellently and that’s exactly what allowed her to live a more extravagant life which might not have been immediately apparent. Severel days now Ania hoped to have a good hunt and spent most of it on that lonely world. She didn’t get much out of it until now, at least not from natives given the fact none seemed to exist. A shame, really, but now her mind was taken to more delightful planes altogether.

Soaking in the pleasure of each other’s company hardly qualified as a waste of time, at least not compared to whatever else they could be doing instead. She let out a groan when her manhood popped free, hardening under the influence of colder air much like the hidden cherry peaks beneath her top. In spite of the sudden attention, Ania couldn’t help but smile when her head dipped back with a delighted moan. “Ungh .. Well .. Long enough to leave a lasting impression, I hope.”

She engorged beneath that touch and practically melted in her seat when Myra took advantage of the situation and consumed the excitedly pulsating crown of that firm love pole. In next to no time she was collecting precum with her tongue. It’d have been hard to hide the fact Ania stole glances at her as much as Myra did on the way back and these were the results of neglection for hours on end. Slick juices rolled over the slit of her sex and coated the back of those large, aching balls.

Sticking to one thought proved difficult when you’ve had someone as good as her wrapped about your cock, but the amazon did her best to speak. “Shouldn’t we head over to .. Ah .. to the bedroom .. Mmmf- So good ..” In a way it was her fault the tour didn’t end there, that’s for damn sure. It didn’t matter in the long run, either. Whatever mess they made would be damn worth it although one thing would be easier unless Myra was used to having blood rush to her head.

It’d have been a simple matter to pick her up feet first, then have her suck and swallow the rigid pole between her lips while Ania tended to her lover, but that’d be too much to ask. Ania enjoyed herself either way. She was merely offering. “It’d be a shame if only one of us got to indulge at a time.”

Eighteen hours. That would pass far too quickly so she got to work as soon as possible to take advantage of each second. She did not even pay any mind to the protest though. She wasn't going to stop now.

Up and down made less of a difference to her people. They tended to be submerged but it was a different story since gravity had greater effect above the waves. Still it was nothing she couldn't deal with.

Her mouth worked that pole feverishly. She was light enough or Ania was strong enough to walk them to the bedroom. She swallowed that pole as a finger crept inside that zipper and inside that womanhood.

Moaning out as Ania had a bit of a taste too a competition had been formed in seeing who could make who come first before getting to that bedroom. The answer was neither of them but that was alright. She was on the edge by the time she was set down upon the bed, her legs opening in invitation and yet she held a palm up to her.

“Make sure you leave me some contact information.” She knew that by the end mark she would be out of it and in no condition to ask. Even if she was still conscious it would slip her mind and she did owe Ania so once she made contact with her people and got her tail under her again then she could seek to find her or in the very least get a courier or such to do it for her.

Her hand then dropped away, a smile on her features, her eyes dipping to that rod then back up.

“Shall we begin?”

Sinking into Myra again had to be one of the greatest feelings her body experienced to date and eighteen hours were all the had to make it count for something other than relief for their backed up wants and needs. She never received an answer to the final question as that hardened phallus plunged back into her warm, quivering velvet sheath, filling her out quite nicely. Some tendrils enveloped her breasts in a layer of writhing goodness which teased, rubbed, then plucked these deliciously perky nipples from their home until Ania let them bounce back into place only to do it all over again. When the huntress finally came she had another treat on offer which came in the form of eating her lover out, collecting some of that seed in the process of making Myra cum.

She went on for hours without even considering a break. The gifted amazon had her one way, infusing her lover with a stunning amount of hot liquid love as that manhood pulsed away within her, then changed positions to overwhelm her senses all over again. It’d be a waste to not take the chance to impress and thus they never did the same thing twice.

Ania had her on the covers, then tied her to the bedposts, then again to the ceiling to have her exposed body ready and able for a bit of playful punishment. She was pinned to the wall, then on all fours before finding herself on the bed again.

Soaked sheets came to mind when her vision began to swim. Hot molten semen splashed onto her bloated belly, then her breasts and face, filling her lungs with the warrior’s musk. Some trickled out of her between rounds, ruining the bed even further. Sex surrounded them and to keep Myra from passing out, Ania injected her with a strange alien concoction which renewed her energy to some extent, but did nothing to help her pleasure drunken mind.

In the end, her body had no chance but to collapse. It could only go on for so long, even drugged, and somewhere along the line Myra blacked out before descending into a dreamless slumber.

When Myra finally came to, a whole new room presented itself to her. Ania must’ve cleaned her under the shower for her body didn’t feel that dry at all. She was breathing fresh air now and there was no sign of Ania or the Undine. In fact, she could hear voices outside, but before she even had the chance to check anything a glint in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She had a few credits on the nightstand here, along with a small data pad and rations on the floor, probably enough to last her a few days, maybe a week.

The data pad contained contact information. A few coordinates and details about where to leave a message if her ship happened to be out of reach, then the actual frequencies her ship operated on. It’d suffice to get in contact eventually, at the very least.

Taking a glance outside revealed her current whereabouts. She was on a space station of sorts and her chambers were in an inn not too far from what appeared to be various landing bays. Still, everything looked quite nice with no sign of lawless or shady characters who frequent the place and far from what one would expect in places like these. Asking around revealed the room would be hers for another two days. Then, the beautiful royal Vodran would most certainly be on her own again. Ania left her with some semblance of civilized life until then and hoped that’d be enough to get her on her way towards some much needed answers, but for now the amazon would be no part of the coming adventures.

She woke up. How long she had been out she could not say but she was exhausted. The bump of her stomach had made it seem as if she had just ended the first trimester of a pregnancy … well if she gave birth rather then laid eggs. Vodrani were mammals but laid eggs, weird like the platypus.

Given the amount of fun they had she knew that she had been inflated beyond this. Her body would have dissolved it in time and for it to be this low she thought she had been out for a time. A contradiction to this was that she felt damp.

Ether someone gave her a sponge bath or she had just arrived here recently. She could go about 13 hours between soaking and that last hour was a brutal one. It could have been that she had been out longer but seen too and brought here while unconscious.

That made sense. Exhausted even, if her life was endanger she would have stirred by those final hours. All Priestesses and Priests were trained to the point where that response was automatic since they were the only ones that left the ocean by their own volition.

Seeing the glint she approached. Her muscles were sore and ached in many places. But that was the perfect reminder as to what she had been up to with every movement. There had been currency but more important had been the contact information. She would certainly use this in the future and attempted to commit a little of it to memory at least in the event that something happened to the datapad.

She would record the info elsewhere when she had the chance.

Upon leaving the room she discovered that this was a hotel and she had been checked in for the next few days. It was a nice planet, far from the dive that Vanejen was. If there were any seedy characters there were no about at least.

She could have returned to the room and wait for her figure to return but the thing was that so many people had so many fetishes. She really didn't mind as few things were taboo to Vodrani and she would try most things at least once. If she did get any attention though it wouldn't live up to those 18 hours. The best 18 thus far. And with that she went off in search of passage or establishing contact with her people.