Her addiction had been a need and a curse. A slow shimmer built up inside her becoming a craving and then something far too intense to deal with until she gave into that shame. To a Vodani sex was nature but this was an abomination needing the touch of such a disdained enemy in the Undine.

Throughout the galaxy the Undine had been rare. There were certain underworld sectors they frequented and usually near their home world. The places she often went in her pursuit for artifacts took her places that had been remote. Those times had been dreadful when the need hit her. It was all she could do to get back to the areas they frequented.

Then she had debased herself to those lowly things. Creatures that delighted in tormenting them. When all was said and done, however, the Vodrani Princess found herself enslaved to a small group. Her station the only thing that spared her life. For a time Greo's assistance worked to fortitude her mind but over time those suggestions seeped back in tormenting her until she had found herself in chains.

Fortune had been with her and the ship suffered some catastrophic damage and had to set down for repairs. It had been during this time that she managed to turn the tables on her captors not only escaping but taking one prisoner. She kept him as a slave in her vessel to quell those cravings only for him to escape while she was artifact hunting.

When she was unable to locate him she hit all the slave markets she could that promised a hint of Undine. But the very few that she discovered were useless females that had little psionic talent. Those that were not surrounded by a good number of male pawns that kept them from such a fate. Needless to say the males weren't in much of a demand.

Greo had lengthened her resistance to this ordeal somewhat. She was able to last longer though the agony was great. As it had been now. She suffered through her search in her attempts to locate a male Undine. Failing to locate one she was quickly running out of time. Pressed to her limits she found no relief from the aliens that took her. She was an easy target wanting sex even more now than a typical Vodrani. True they were compelled to mate a a specific time but that never stopped them from getting frisky between these periods. Their unions in these times produced no offspring which was good for the species, else their world be overrun with them.

Out of desperation she realized that she had to go there. Back to Vesperia. When she was last there the crime lord had two Undine males. Did she still have them? If not she had to possess some sort of record where they were. She only needed one but two were better …

She did not go there empty handed. That would do no good. In her mission hunting down stolen Vodrani artifacts she uncovered numerous treasures that she didn't need, treasures that she would gladly offer up if it got her one step closer in dealing with this overwhelming desire, this frustrating sensation of eternal longing.

So she went back to the last club that Vesperia was at hoping to get in touch with her there or someone that could point her in the right direction. It was tough getting there. She had to take a taxi there, in which she had slept with the driver, not to get out of her fare but in an attempt to quell this overwhelming urge within her. It didn't help of course but it was damn difficult to fight the desire that she felt thus far.

Getting to the club she was still flustered. Her sex moist, nipples hard and features flustered she approached the club slowly only because it was difficult to move under these conditions. Her heart pounded with hope and excitement each step closer that she took.

Maybe, just maybe, one of the Undine slaves would be inside and she could get some well needed attention.

The fact the Vodrani priestess was able to continue her duties at all despite her urges was no doubt a feat in its own. How long has it been since she met with the serpent woman? How long has it been since she received that alien crime lords wrath? Myra's life had turned into one of constant sex and need. Her greatest foe were her only salvation, leading to her performing or succumbing to acts that would forever soil her reputation as high priestess. But, she could not resist her needs. She could not resist the vile creatures she longed for.

It took so very long to gather what she had collected without losing it all once more. Myra knew if she encountered the Undine any time between her departure and arrival to Vespira's supposed location would result in her falling before their commands. Even getting the upper hand seemed like a mere illusion as she found herself unable to say no to these monsters. As primitive as the Undine were, they knew when there was blood in the water and noticed Myra's weakness. They used her for information and to perform various tasks while promising to give her the relief she desperately needed.

It finally was too much. The priestess knew she could not last like this. Finding the serpent's location was difficult. Every lead took advantage of her vulnerability as the priestess finally came to a club that Vespira was last heard to reside.

Fucking the taxi driver only kept the Vodrani's lovely body aroused and ready to go as she approached the club. The beat of the music could be heard outside as a long line of alien creatures waited to be let past the bouncers. If the priestess waited in line, it would not take long for the other alien patrons to smell the woman's arousal. One alien moved in closer behind the alien woman. Tendrils slithered up under Myra's attire and began tracing those still quaking netherlips.

Vespira's establishment all provided the best female sex slaves. Nearly every alien customer here were after the same thing. Getting a free sample while waiting was hard for some of these patrons to resist. Would the priestess be able to hold off her own needs knowing that sex was what awaits her here and inside?

Male Undine were mute but their commands to comply were clear. While they were unable to extract information from her directly one or two of their females commanded each group and could telepathically communicate commands that were so hard to resist, if she resisted at all. The promise of pleasure had been that strong and alluring.

One of the male Undine had some sort of circlet that read his brain waves. It had been paired to another device that spoke his thoughts aloud. Often their were words that didn't make much sense to her ears. Undine were rare in the galaxy and no one really bothered to program these sort of devices with their language. Still the basic principles worked to make some things clear to her. In the end she had always complied finding that communication wasn't needed as they sought to humiliate her.

If her people had not been so xenophobic and actually left their home world her shame would have already been discovered. She would likely be exiled or worse for dealing with such a hated foe regardless of the circumstances. That was what brought her here.

She wanted to jump the cue thinking better of causing a scene. That would not go so well she thought. However, the line was taking forever. She had already indulged in sex. At her braking point it was amazing that she had managed to hold out this long.

Reeking of sex it wasn't long before the priestess felt tendrils slither up her legs vanishing beneath the skirt she wore. Soaked netherlips were touched sending a shock along her spine. Relief was brief from non Undine but the act still felt good. She was no slave, at least in the sense of wearing a collar but she had been a slave to pleasure.

Even if her thoughts had not been altered, provided that she did not have urgent business, she would have given into the experience. Her nipples throbbed already stiff previously.

“Unnhh ...” she gasped at the feel of that tendril. She shuddered coming hard from that contact alone and coating that tendril in her sweet juices. Her eyes closed, she found herself leaning back against whatever this thing was though at no point did she look back.

“F-Fuck me … please ...” she whispered finding herself swishing her hips from side to side against that tendril oblivious to the other aliens given her state of mind currently that had her feigning for relief however brief.

It was doubtful that the alien patron would have taken no for an answer. But much to his delight, he found this woman wanted this as much he did. Myra fell back against the glistening flesh of this cephalopod. Larger tentacles coiled around the Vodrani woman's arms and legs while others mauled the woman's heaving chest. Suction cups on the fleshy tendrils nipped and tugged at the tender tit-flesh while a familiar throbbing presence slid along the alien woman's back.

The alien monster gurgled and popped behind her as she was easily lifted and guided onto the awaiting shaft. Her skirt was lifted as the thin tendrils coiled and stroked the woman's parted netherlips and exposed clitoris. The bulbous tip pushed into Myra's drooling depths, forcing those tight insides to stretch to fit the monstrous girth. Tendrils squeezed on the priestess's breasts as she was pulled further down his length. Inch after inch disappeared inside the Vodrani beauty. Moving those hips only caused the slick member to rub against the woman's still tender walls.

How many times was this? No matter the mission. No matter the situation. The holy priestess always found herself bending over for another fucking. It was like an addiction, each bout of sex only adding to her need while always reaching for that next blissful high. Would it ever stop? Did she want it to stop?

The line moved slowly. Vespira's establishments were rather popular and reached capacity often in the more populated sectors of the galaxy. Myra was moving down the line as the alien she rode moved forward, cock pumping at a steady pace up into the alien woman's hungry womb.

Myra could feel the member pulsing and swelling inside her. With another deep gurgling grunt, a wave of hot seed flooded the Vodrani's body. The monster did not pull out until he finished only to slide that same cock into her tight ass next while a second cock plugged up the still twitching cunt of the priestess. The creature was far from spent as he fucked the woman every step of the way towards the entrance.

The bouncer was a muscular green skin creature with pig-like features for a face. He snorts as the next patron approached. He scanned the cephalopod and waved at the woman. There was a brief bubbling from the creature before he simply pulls out and drops the priestess onto the ground, discarding her before entering. The alien monster had cut in front of Myra but at least the priestess was still in the front of the line now. The bouncer stared down at the fallen woman, making no moves to help her up as alien seed drooled out of her body from beneath that skirt.

She found that the figure she leaned back against was rubbery. Her mind imaging an alien much larger than her lost pet Reiko. She was not in a place to consider it much. The cephalopod would find that she wore little clothing. The skirt was tare away and she didn't wear any panties, the idea being that she could shift forms quickly while beneath the waves.

She was a s dependent on getting water to soak herself every twelve hours or so as she was to this burning need. Both conditions left her suffering though with the former she could at least deal with things fairly easy up to the last hour or so when death would occur.

Suffering through this need she didn't fight this at all as she was lifted up and carried along. Somehow she maintained a grip on the case that she had come along with, tentacles sweeping over her as she was carried along, her sex exposed to anyone or thing that had been looking, both wet and juicy her clit engorged with blood.

Other tentacles swept beneath her sleeveless blouse discovering that there was no pesky bra to deal with as those tentacles played with those large globes as she was carried along.

“OH! AH!! UNH!!!” She gasped out squirming in that grasp that so effortlessly lifted her. Head tilting back she felt that member surge inside her. It was big but these species had the ability to squeeze into any tight space due to their boneless nature.

Feeling it rupture within her it was not done fortunately. That slick member finding it's way to her back door.

“AHHH!!!” Speared into once again her vacant pussy had not been vacant for long as she was stuffed there again. Double penetrated she fought back and forth on both tentacles until she was deposited at the front of the line.

There she struggled for breath slowly getting to her knees as she caught a brief glimpse of the alien as he moved inside. Grabbing at the case after quickly fixing her attire she didn't worry much about the seed that had moved down her thigh. That need was still there buzzing at her but the effects had lessened just a little.

She had to get inside. Using the case to help get to her feet the priestess approached the bouncer, features still flushed. In a normal state of mind she might have thought about hitting a restroom to get cleaned up but that was the furthest thing from her mind. Feeding that need was the primary goal.

Opening her case she got out her credit chip before approaching. “The Lady's here I hope,” she said as she present the chip for the cover charge to get inside. She stood there before him on wobble feet that didn't feel this bad since the very first time she manifested the odd limbs.

The Vodrani priestess struggled to get back to her feet. She had yet to get inside the building and had already been fucked twice. But, Myra had her one goal that took all of her focus. She managed to approach the bouncer before the others in line grew impatient. The green-skinned alien grunts as the credit chip was offered. He took it and scanned it, looking over the barely dressed female. He did not give a response to Myra's statement as he reviewed the datapad he was holding. It seemed to be taking longer compared to the other patrons. Finally with a snort, he gives back the chip, credits having been deducted. "Don't make a mess," he grunts as he steps aside, allowing Myra to enter the establishment.

The steady beat of the music welcomed the alien woman. There were numerous tables and booths where numerous alien patrons were eating, drinking, and enjoying the pleasures of various female slaves. Most were human though there were a few other races. No sign of any Undine though. On stage, women were dancing, swaying their sexy bodies as numerous eyes and other sensory organs took in their lovely visage.

It was doubtful Vespira would be down on the main floor. The VIP area would be Myra's most likely bet. Would she be allowed in? What if she was turned away? The Gorgonian had shown frustration during their previous encounter. But, the priestess had little choice. She had to make this visit count before she lost her mind to this unrelenting need.

Up on the upper landing overlooking the main floor, Vespira sat on her coils. Numerous human women were tending to her every need. Hands stroked her lovely scaled form while others were offering food and drink. The lucky few were dragging their lips and tongues along the Gorgonian's exposed cock. The serpent woman had already received word of every guest that had arrived so far. She looked forward to seeing what state the hopeless priestess was in.

No response had been given to her about Vespira but she did not press the point finding it difficult to walk. Her rear ached with each unsteady step she took as she advanced into the club. Music assailed her ears while blue eyes scanned the interior of the club as she leaned up against a table trying to collect herself after her encounters at the taxi and in line.

She was barely holding on. Her heart beat hoping to lay sight on an Undine. She didn't see one nor had it really been expected given the clientele. Male Undine were not in demand though some aliens had particular tastes. Most of the slaves here were human in skimpy attires.

Some danced while others entertained various guests. While she wasn't human the Vodrani passed as one quit easily. The lack of a collar meant little given her disheveled appearance and the thick seed running down her thighs. She could easily be mistaken as a collarless worker. It wouldn't have mattered that her attire had been different then the norm. It was revealing though not as skimpy designed more for easy removal whether she took a dip in some body of water or the pool on her ship.

Options were few. She gripped the case making her way to the VIP area in hopes that Vesperia was there. Hopefully she would not be stopped along the way. She was being driven mad with this desire that was creeping back into her soul already. Only an Undine cock would stop this swirling sensation within her. Otherwise that desire for sex returned at quicker intervals.

The fact that it had come back so suddenly after her latest ordeal had shown just how needful she was. There she could see the door that accessed the VIP area and made her way towards it as swiftly as her slow moving form allowed. Grabbing the backs of unoccupied chairs and tabletops she made her way along ...

Thankfully, the alien patron before had no interest in what Myra was carrying. Despite the establishment's reputation, people were not going to sit by and let someone be robbbed of their belongings outside of the club. It would look poorly on Vespira if such activities were allowed openly.

Myra had to climb up stairs. There were a number of guards keeping an eye on things and ensuring no one was going somewhere they shouldn't. No one seemed to stop the Vodrani woman though. The woman had no prior invitation. Did they know who she was? It was doubtful her position among her own people mattered much here. It did not help that she was barely keeping on her feet while cum drooled down her trembling thighs. Thankfully, the railings on the stairs provided support as did the walls of the halls leading to the set of double doors.

The doors were flanked by a guard on either side. But beyond a glance and a grunt, neither raised a hand to stop the priestess from entering. The VIP suite had numerous tables and chairs though all were empty except for the ones at the far end that overlooked the main floor. There, she found female serpent. Numerous jewels and precious metals adorned her sexy humanoid torso. Sashes of glimmering silks of various colors hung from her shoulders, arms, and waist.

There were multiple slaves tending to the serpent mistress. A soft hiss escaped parted lips as Vespira accepted fruits offered to her by one of the slaves, sucking and slurping on the sweet juicy food before swallowing. Two topless women were pressing their breasts around the tall scaled spire that was the serpent woman's erect phallus. It glistened with saliva and precum as both women rolled their tender mounds up and down, their lips sucking and licking the fleshy crown before kissing each other around it.

Bright lights shined down onto Vespira's position. The women glistened with sweat as the snake woman basked in the lovely warmth. She made no efforts to get up or even look in Myra's direction. A few slaves looked and gave sly smirks. Hands caressed and massaged their Mistress's large breasts. The slow motions caused the light to reflect off the fine prismatic scales, giving the slaves and the approaching Vodrani a soothing show.

It felt like an eternity but the Vodrani priestess had found the source of her salvation. She knew that Vespira would not tolerate having her time wasted. She needed to make this visit count lest she suffer like this for the rest of her existence.

Those stairs were so far. Each step she took caused her body to ache given her recent ordeal. Yet there was a different sort of ache that needed to be addressed. Her need drove her along though she was praying that she wouldn't be interrupted. Her resistance had all but shattered completely should one of the patrons mistake her as a worker. Given her current state that wasn't so hard to believe.

With case in hand she ascended those stairs shuffling up to the second level. The guards that flanked the doors were intimidating but made no move to stop her as she pressed by. They were some grunts to be sure of that went unaddressed. One she could not afford being stopped or being caught up in a heated exchange. She chalked it up as luck and moved past. Had she been expected?

Her heart fluttered in her chest out of excitement. She had guessed correctly. Before her she could see the scene play out before her. Numerous slaves tending to their Mistress. Those scales caught on the light reflecting themselves in a soothing way.

She hesitated there for just a second, collected herself and proceeded forward. It was so hard to focus. Myra summoning up the resolve somehow to carry her through a conversation she hoped. When she was near she set the case down on the table, she bowed her head.

“L-Lady Vesperia. I'll get straight to it. I wish to purchase one of your Undine slaves ...” Her voice hadn't trembled much but there was no mistaking that need and desperation that had carried on her every word.

Myra managed to reach the table. Vespira was watching the show on stage. No one moved to hinder or stop the alien woman from placing the case on the table. All that was left was to present herself and ask for what she needed.

Vespira did not show signs of hearing the woman and the slaves either were focused on their task or looked briefly over the Vodrani woman. The steady beat of the music continued as the show on stage came to an end, the girls filtering out to work the tables or head to the backrooms to freshen up or rest. Only then did the serpent bother to give a response.

"You are a messs," Vespira hissed as she looked over the barely clothed woman, "Looks as if you did not bother to clean up prior to coming up here." Her coils shift as she arched her back slowly, stretching as the light glimmered off her shining body. "Mm... And since when did Vodrani take sslaves, hm? How the holy have fallen. You asssume much thinking I have an Undine much lesss one for ssale. Their short lifesspans make for poor sstock."

"Now then, what is thisss really about? Or are you truly trying to get into sslave trading? The way your body quiverss in anticipation tells me otherwise. I can ssmell your need and your passt fuckss you had on your way here. You truly have become ssuch a whore, haven't you?"

Myra may be desperate and needy but, Vespira was patient and had all the time in the world. The Gorgonian had control here and was not about to let that go because a Vodrani whore was needing some Undine cock. Of course, she knew what this priestess was here for. It pleased her greatly to find that her hypnotic suggestions had last this long. Oh Vespira could only imagine how much this once holy and royal princess had debased herself in order to satisfy that endless longing.

Each second felt like an eternity. Had there been some sort of etiquette that she failed to meet? Vespira's attention had been upon the performance on the floor below. She nor any of the slaves acknowledged her until it had ended. Attention then shifted to her.

“Had I stopped I do not think I could have made it the rest of the way. As it is I barely managed to get here,” she addressed that little matter.

“Vodrani have no interest in slaves. I found it convenient to have one on hand.”


Her heart sinking upon hearing about the slaves, eyes go wide at the realization that what she sought wasn't here “You had two before, I assumed you still had them.” Undine wouldn't have been as valued as slaves given their short life spans. For her, and others with a long life span, it was like purchasing a dog or other pet that would only end up dead in a decade or so.

“Surely you can get another,” wide eyed and desperate Myra was unable to think out her next move if Vesperia couldn't get another or didn't want to. She not having been a slaver didn't know the value of slaves and it wasn't as if she had been in a position to research that when that need had grown so strong within her.

“Please … I am willing to meet your cost. I even have procured artifacts along with currency. Name your price.” She had to place her palms on the table to keep herself standing, her legs trembling as she fought to keep it together. “I-I need it ...”

"Ssstill making excusse I ssee," Vespira hissed, "And your asssumptionss are always incorrect as well."

It seemed Myra had forgotten some lessons from their previous encounter. Vespira knew this woman was desperate and perhaps not thinking straight. But, those were excuses and the Gorgonian had no use for them. If the Vodrani woman was truly desperate, then she will no doubt learn her place again one way or another.

"I can get what I wish," the serpent replied, "When I wish. But, I am not yourss to command. Do not ever forget that. I am not going to hunt down a lesss than usseful thing for ssomeone elsse. That is not what I do. Ssso, I ssugesst you ansswer my quesstions and sstop wassting my time. What is it you need, hm? I am not going to play your game a ssecond time, whore. Forget your place again and I will have you thrown out and you will never find ssatissfaction ever again."

The slaves continued their work. Myra could hear the two women kissing along that engorged scaled shaft among the music. Hands rubbed Vespira's glimmering upper body. Her large breasts mold around massaging hands. Vespira looked away to have another piece of fruit, sucking and chewing on the delicious snack. The serpent had all the time in the world to enjoy herself while the priestess had only so much sanity to go on.

Fists clenched tightly as she used her forearms to prop herself up on that table. It was taking a toll attempting to focus in the present when her mind flashed to images on unholy things that those Undine cocks did. How they both pleased and debased her time and time again.

Her world was shattered hearing the crime lord speak. Was this a dead end after all she had been through in order to get here? Were things slipping through her fingers? Dejected she was all but hopeless. Fear had been evident in her eyes, at being thrown out and leaving empty handed. At being unfulfilled.

The only other thing she could think of had been self destructive, to go into Undine space. In her state it wasn't likely she would manage to get back to her ship let alone make a trip that far. Even if she made it there was no guarantee she would get what she wanted, nor one that didn't get her killed in the process. A Vodrani ship in Undine space was likely to be obliterated first and foremost.

“My forgiveness.” She dipped her gaze for a moment as a tremor rippled through her body. “Relief. I need relief.”

She answered as quickly and concisely as she could. Her desire for Undine would have been enough to explain what relief she was seeking. Vespira knew why too.

“Nothing else does for long. I-I brought money, artifacts … I can even get you exclusive trade with Vodran … the coral … the coral is a sentient energy source ...”

It was known as the living coral, sort of a redundant name. It was the primary reason that the Undine invaded their world, what they had been after. How they learned about it in the first place was something she had never learned. The higher ups probably knew but she wasn't privy to that sort of thing.

"Now, was that so difficult?" Vespira replied with a cruel smirk, "You need relief. That is what you need more than anything right now. Relief is what thisss esstablishment can provide. It is what I can provide."

"Mm... I am jusst about ready," the serpent woman hissed with pleasure, her cock pulsing and throbbing as it stood proudly around the lovely slaves tending to it, "Perhapss your filthy body will entertain me. Come here... You know you need thisss. I will provide you a ssmall tasste of what I have to offer. Then, we will disscusss further businesss."

The two slaves draw away from the erect phallus. Both had a hand on the shaft, stroking slowly up and down the rough scales. It was not an Undine cock. But, it was still a source of relief. Perhaps it would help clear Myra's head. For the Gorgonian, it would bring the priestess closer where she could give her prey her undivided attention. This Vodrani woman was about to experience relief she never thought she could experience. A small taste of what Vespira had to offer would keep this once resistant woman wrapped tightly around her finger.

First was pleasure. Only when Vespira was done exploring this alien woman's state would she move on to business. The other slaves smirked as they waited for the struggling priestess to accept the Gorgonian's offer.

“No, that wasn't.” She answered. That smirk making it perfectly clear that Vesperia had all the control here and knew what she was doing. Each second that slipped past was another that she remained in agony.

Relief had been something she craved. She needed it. It wasn't a permanent fix to the dilemma that she found herself in, merely a temporary one.

She couldn't fight the sweeping sensations that washed over her. First she nodded then made her way forward. She was on wobbly legs like a newborn faun. Frankly it was amazing that she even had legs at this stage. She had been away from her home world so often that forming and having legs had been second nature to the Priestess requiring so little effort to maintain on her part.

Each step that she managed brought her closer to that marvelous cock that her gleaming eyes took notice of. Nice and proud, hands skimming against that scaly length. She was more than ready for it. Her body was still soaked from earlier, that need just wouldn't go away.

After what seemed to be a life time she stood in front of the scaled woman. She wanted so much to grab that member and ride it for what it was worth. Yet there was the fear of being discarded if she did just that. She was told to entertain and she had no doubt that if she rushed ahead with her own pleasure and saw to that alone that Vesperia may not deal with her.

Still …

“Please … I-I need this,” a trembling hand grazed that scepter. Then her hands moved upward cupping those large breasts. Even considering all those dangers Myra was unable to resist her own needs. Still clothed a leg hitches up over the serpent's side as she prepares to hop up and straddle that rod unless prevented from doing so from the slaves present or Vesperia herself.

Still clothed though without panties she was so eager for relief.