A cruel tease followed aligning their eager sexes for what’s to come. A drooling sheath, aching for attention, twitched and convulsed about the molten tip of his member. Sheer anticipation encouraged these futile attempts to suck him in, to the point her hips bucked against the sweetest pleasure rolling directly across the woman’s swollen clit, but to no avail.

The delay only served to heighten the molten surges of ecstasy when he finally did fill her up. She did her best to relax in the moment, but there was no fighting the avalanche of blessed stimulation setting already smoldering folds ablaze with swarms of writhing appendages that aided the man’s conquest. Gorjen’s languid descent had her hands reach up to press into his shoulders, bathing him in her approval while tender moans and whimpers, sweet as honey, pervaded their sealed lips.

In that moment, however, something felt incredibly off. She hadn’t expected him to have psychic abilities, but that little something couldn’t be anything else than that. Somewhat hazy eyes shot wide open to the blend of sensations which came crashing down on her with the force of a clenched fist. Seeing many things at once, in particular with those twisting eye stalks had been rather disorienting. Inexistent limbs felt as though they were a part of her, not only filling the masterfully tightening chalice but making her experience its intrusion at the same time. As she held the man tight, her senses registered the same feel of being the recipient of such an action.

Sensuous sounds flanked her from all sides. She heard herself, the echo of her wanton bedroom voice, all while his own produced the same perplexing effects in the ravishing blonde’s ears. It all provided an overwhelming experience her senses weren’t prepared or truly made for, sending her reeling with their bodies becoming one the entire time. Thighs folded about his waist as her tongue rolled forth to knock against the gate leading to his own. She could do nothing but take it all in between trying to make sense of every little thing and Gorjen’s godly spire wreaking havoc of what remained of her every coherent thought.

Something certainly came to mind even as her thoughts gradually faded to be replaced with the ever heightened wish for more. It had to be but a glimpse of how Aegir perceived the world around him. When their lips finally part and he descended to one of her aching teats, the pleasure of receiving that tongue’s touch while experiencing its work with her own nearly sent her over the edge.

Glazed eyes peered down at him, having trouble to even focus with the many scenes she ended up seeing simultaneously. Drool was escaping the corners of her mouth, hinting at just how potent the experience really was. “Ahnnn .. hahh .. I-It’s getting easier ..”

A white lie, more or less, considering the state Phoebe happened to be in after servicing his divine shaft. She tensed and folded around him like a vice repeatedly as she was trying to hold back with twice the pleasure pervading her luscious curvatures. The crescendo of hot, panting breaths and moans had already begun. Her entire body appeared to have become one tingly erogenous zone which wouldn’t last for long, least of all when their collective pleasures amassed within her core and ultimately caused her head to shoot up with a cry of passion.

“Oh God!” Phoebe bared her teeth amidst a grimace of overwhelming bliss. Searing hot flames welled up within her loins, boiling the very pleasure centers of her brain until her petite frame succumbed to such cruelly potent sensations. Should heaven be an actual plane of existence, there was no doubt in her mind these select few moments were as close to the real thing as humanly possible. She’d hardly call herself a believer, but the roaring tide of blistering erotic heat would’ve been nothing short of a deity lavishing her quivering form with affection.

There were drawbacks to this form of joining. In essence they were one, his mind snaking out to entwine both mind and body so they were no longer individuals. For him he had been use to this form of joining, his species did it all the time. However, it had been a great deal of time since he last mated with his own kind. In fact there were few beings he encountered that had been compatible. Either they were other males or not interested in joining. Some humans had such traits but they were rare indeed, especially in places like this. Indeed this was a treat.

Getting lost himself he felt everything she had in addition to his own pleasure. While she could not last long nor could he swelling inside her becoming more noticeable with each thrust until he burst inside her along with several of those tendrils. It was a greater volume then one would expect from someone his size.

The females of his species were very unusual indeed. Phoebe would feel that pulse coming inside her as much as she would feel that she was exploding at the same time. Her senses still abuzz with this conjoined feeling as he rested there atop her. Every second more of that essence shooting inside her.

Gorjen gazed down upon her, grinning. That sensation of being joined faded quiet slowly. “It has been some time since I last indulged in such a fashion. Thank you.”

Disengaging her thighs from around his back he drew out of her. She felt empty as that honey tasting cum poured out of her. She felt even more empty as those feelings subsided. He was still erect though many of those tendrils retracted back in his shaft one still played with her clit while his hands molded her breasts. Thumbs danced against her nipples he leaned down pressing kisses along her neck then shoulders.

“My powers, like the majority of my people, are limited to the Clairsentient scale. That and the joining. You certainly would have become pregnant if we were of the same species and precautions weren't taken.” He gave her a small lesson as he got off of the bed.

Naturally he had not been finished with her, the night was still young. But he did not rush ahead either. “You have some psionic talent. I am not good at sensing such things from other species so I do not get a strong sensation from you. What can you do?” He was curious, that tendril too far from her clit at the moment he reached down with his hands helping her up to her knees.

Listening to her he made a gesture for her to turn around on the bed. “It would be a shame not to give that fine ass a try, don't you think?”

Smoldering hot breaths filled her lungs to capacity. She was gasping for much needed oxygen though her every trembling fiber wouldn’t comply with the woman’s demands. A bond, the likes of which Phoebe never experienced before, wreaked havoc on her senses even throughout the aftermaths of their combined release. If not for her invigorating feast earlier, the burning wildfire of ecstasy claiming her body whole would’ve made the edges of her vision swim with delight and her imminent fall to unconsciousness.

The overwhelming experience had a far more disappointing afterglow than usual once it began to cease, restoring her perception of the chamber around them. As bewildering as it seemed, how bizarre and out of this world, the lack of it left her with a void that couldn’t be explained. She felt empty to a degree when he extracted himself though her insides were full and leaking Gorjen’s nectar.

Perhaps he felt the same way? Strangely, he thanked her for providing the experience. Was it really that good, or simply rare enough to be considered special? She hoped for a little bit of both though she always thought about these matters as an exchange, a role for her to fill and to be appreciative of someone’s liquid patronage over the course of their encounter for a certain amount of credits. Some patrons commented on it afterwards, whether it was pleasant or required improvements though there was a sincerity to his words she hadn’t quite expected.

And, pregnant? Maybe that’s what that was, why he filled her to the limit and lost himself as much as she did. It’s what he would’ve wanted to do with a proper mate of his. She wasn’t compatible, but that didn’t mean she didn’t leave an impression few could hope to leave at all. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Luna wished for her to acquire information. As far as Phoebe could tell, the foundation for such a task was very much in place already.

She caught what little air she could while sweat glistened her wondrous form, combined with the display of quivering folds drooling his essence. There was no time to recover when he descended upon her helpless frame, coaxing further sounds of elation from rich, ruby lips.

Of course they had the night, but this was such a rush already. She hoped for some reprieve eventually, especially since talking became as much of an erotic experience as anything else he was doing. Glazed eyes focus on Gorjen while hands grip the sheets again, looking for something, anything to hold onto as he stripped the poor woman of her footing before she could even hope to recover. “What can I do? Mmnuuhh .. Ah .. A little bit of telekinesis. I .. I’m .. Ahhn .. Ah! S-So good ..” Phoebe could barely keep her hips from bucking against that tendril as she swallowed hard. “I-I still have a long way to go. I do need a lot more practice to improve, but it’s difficult here .. You .. You’re not making it any easier to focus .. Uhhnn ..”

Shortly after, another silent order was given. “Mmm .. So needy ..” The lovely blonde cast him a mild, gleeful smile though her muscles were still twitching from an excess of stimulus. “Seems tonight really is your Chance to win big.”

A reminder of what she happened to be to him in the casino earlier before Phoebe turned around as instructed, then shifting onto all fours for a more desirable presentation of that round shapely peach, a set of smackable drums comprised entirely of ample, succulent flesh. She ground it back against him once more, her one most treasured asset which set her apart from all the other servants more endowed in the chest department. Sultry eyes observed him as she peered past her own shoulder and beyond the majestic swell of her ass, quietly bracing for the intrusion to come.

“I have no aptitude for telekinesis. All that is required is the latent psychic ability to form the bond. If you were gifted in clairsentient abilities I could strengthen what you experienced,” Gorjen expressed. Something stronger than that? It was hard to imagine not that she could have imagined the experience she just had with him.

Working her ass back against him that tendril continued to manipulate that love pearl. A hand rubbed against the contours of her ass bestowing a slap there after a moment. Taking himself in hand he aligned himself against her ass holding himself there for a long moment.

The head of that shaft swirled along her anus for a minute or two before advancing inside her. Still wet with their combined releases he had an easier time of it as he advanced. Given that the tendril was still playing with her clit he was unable to place all of himself comfortably inside her. His pace deliberately slow, a hand reaching down and around her small body to cup a breast. Fingers running against it with such soft strokes.

This time around they had not been connected as they had been earlier allowing Gorjen to last longer since he felt only his pleasure this time around. Gradually his pace increased if she did nothing to accelerate it.

His other hand reaching down to set upon her shoulder pulling her back into him, onto that bumpy spire. Even without being joined he felt the pleasure in this building up slowly to another release. She would feel that familiar throbbing inside her, could hear his groans and feel the tightening of his fingers that had been set upon her.

This time he pulled out of her cumming all over that ass and lower back as he gasped out. Fingers rubbing that seed into her like it was a lotion. She found that it tingled with a warmth seeping into her pours. His cum was potent indeed having several properties that went beyond her understanding. While he had evolved in such a way their were particular traits that he possessed that affected humans differently.

She found that cum soothing. While not as invigorating as if she swallowed it the substance served to relax muscles like a balm. Fingers worked it in to her ass and lower back. Then her upper back and shoulders followed as those fingers moved against and over her.

For this moment she was allowed to catch her breath, Gorjen did not wish to exhaust her so soon. Those fingers pausing for a moment as Gorjen stopped to jerk off producing more of that cum to rub into her.

“Relax, for now. Empty your mind and just feel what is happening,” Gorjen added. Then after a moment he looked to one of the cameras having a thought. “Turn that camera on.”

He wasn't allowing her to get up, fingers still rubbing and caressing her back and shoulders. Not that he wanted the camera on in the first place but it would assist him in what he was trying to do.

Slumped forward onto disheveled sheets, Phoebe’s jubilantly spasming body sucked in staggered breaths. “That .. Mmnuhhnn .. That was .. something else ..” She found herself tingling all over, dripping with goopy seed as though it was molten ice cream. The rich flavor haunted the young blonde’s taste buds whereas the thick scent saturated the chamber, lulling her in the blessed embrace of her customer’s secretions. Warm and soothing to the touch, there seemed to be no end to the afterglow of her heavenly release.

Smiling inwardly, lithe lush lips huffed hot breaths into the mess of a bed below. His massage came as a surprise, but a welcome one. All things considered, the sheer nature of that lotion applied by his fingers should’ve made her feel a lot filthier, but it hardly bothered her at all. Whatever properties it had, she found it to be quite stimulating to the touch, if not strangely appealing as wave upon wave of comfort glossed over cum caked skin.

“Mmm .. And here I thought you were the one who wants me to service him ..” She couldn’t help but groan and sigh in contentment. Gorjen displayed a fair level of skill, and that was her being modest as to the impact he had on the blonde’s flesh.

Smooth, silken blessings molded to his advances, the curve of her ass contorted beneath the slightest pressure though the artist’s canvas extended well beyond the jewel of endowments before him. She would’ve melted right then and there as he drained tension from weary muscles, little by little, eliciting all the more sounds of relief from trembling lips.

Kurgan often provided similar treatments, but not quite in the same fashion. Their past travels were more to blame than he was however. Then again, had she always been this tense? She could not recall, but her enhanced tongue and throat were a burden equal in severity to falling prey to another lecherous Master. Sometimes, it felt as though she never really left that grim world behind and it showed. These past few days in particular were nothing short of cruel to her senses. Aside from ravenous spurts of wolfish hunger or a captor’s mercy bestowing relief unto her aching cells, life had never conferred an opportunity to truly loosen up.

What about the weeks, let alone months before then? Always longing, always yearning, looking for Aegir’s stones and opportunities to make use of her abilities and turn a profit beyond the wealth she had back on Viryon. As a lone human, things were indeed more difficult.

Her musings brought on a constant state of upheaval to senses torn between one extreme and the other. Phoebe’s eyelids became heavy, forcing the woman’s mind to slip from one moment of utter relaxation into a state of dim awareness. A moment of weakness may lead to her drifting off to sleep, but a renewed splash of liquid love across her back and the man’s words encouraged her to remain awake, doing her best to do as he asked. Empty your mind, she always thought of that as nothing more than idle chatter from would be hypnotists, but thus far it proved to be the most relaxing sensation of all.

However, even if she was going to try and rise in order to turn the camera on, her every muscle had been reduced to putty. She wouldn’t, or rather couldn’t move at all as Gorjen’s touch lavished her with attention.

Still, Phoebe had lifted a guard’s weapon before. Turning a camera on shouldn’t be too challenging as her gaze flicked to the object. After having gained some experience using her powers in the past, Phoebe reached for the switch with her mind and focused intently on the device until it started up.

“Good,” he commented as the red light flickered to life on the nearest camera. He had no impulse to record things, his complex brains allowed him to recall events clearly most of the time, at least those memories that he wished to store in his long term memory. Indeed this would be one of them.

“Now you will be in charge of keeping us framed. It may be easier with the other cameras to assist you but not necessary.” This was a lesson for her though there were no real stakes. It was up to her if she turned on other cameras or even managed to move between them to keep them in focus.

It would give her a little practice though it might be hard for her to focus on things and remember to move among them when he got back to work with her. Clearly they had the night and he intended to use every moment of it. Taking her in various positions, allowing her to drink straight from the tap in order to give her some additional strength to continue on.

In the end she would succumb passing out. Left on the bed she would wake the next day with other slaves cleaning up the room. She was told to get cleaned, dressed and such. Though she found that she had the day off more or less, at least off from sexual work.

She was in the bar and got her fair share of touches and caresses. Raleigh may not have cleared her for work just yet or he didn't exhaust his slaves with back to back work. He had plenty of them and often rotated through them so customers didn't get too bored with the same old same old.

After a few hours of work she was being called back to the casino side of the club to see Raleigh. The human was gambling by the time she reported in. Viryon was present along with several other personal slaves and she spotted Luna as well at a roulette table. Gorjen didn't appear to be around as far as she saw.

Raleigh excused himself from the game, he and a Hel'Corian taking her aside to another room. “I was told you had an exhausting night, still asleep when the others came to the room. I hope that you didn't sleep that much for your sake.” He eyed her. “Do you think you have what it takes to work yet?”

Keeping them framed became an exercise in futility as the hours dragged on. Other red lights roused from slumber, but memories were hazy the more Phoebe succumbed to the man’s advances. Sweat glistened the wanton whore’s flesh when he pinned her to the bed, always shifting positions only for moaning lips to seal around his cock in deep and slow, drawn out bobs of her head as the edges of her vision began to swim. Her belly tingled with loads of backed up spunk, filling her with warmth to the ceaseless ache in her loins that’d soon flare with the same erotic heat.

Eventually, however, the shapely blonde’s countless releases culminated in one final climax wherein breathless gasps struggled to grant even a sliver of much needed energy. Staring past Gorjen, toward the mirror mounted on the ceiling, Phoebe’s blissed out self watched itself fall victim to fatigue. She lasted well beyond natural limits with that cum energizing her. It was as much as the petite human could endure.

Was it an adequate performance? Should she have been more assertive in order to focus on his pleasure for longer periods of time? She wouldn’t know. As for the other slaves, humans in particular, they likely couldn’t have lasted the night either. Still, there was no opportunity to ask the man himself. Her fairly capable customer had vanished by the time she recovered and received instructions for the morning to come. At least she was used to the shame of being seen in the nude by now. It was no foreign sensation, after all.

Swaying back onto wobbly legs, she did whatever could be done to make herself presentable before heading to the showers. The night gnawed at her for one reason or another. She recalled having slept surprisingly well, given the circumstances. All tension had been worked from her limbs before, but that wouldn’t keep dreams from haunting the woman’s psyche.

Kurgan was out there somewhere. Viryon had to stay at that fat tub of lard’s side all the while. She could only hope whatever scenes she envisioned wouldn’t happen to the scaled woman. However, all things considered, their stay here didn’t seem as though it’d end anytime soon.

It wasn’t until the blonde wound up in the shower, sighing to the feel of steaming water rinsing off a night’s passion when Phoebe picked up on something more troubling. Supple digits trailed the outer curve of her lithe stature, glossing over the lovely pink pebbles of perky mounds before crossing the smooth plains of her belly. She let her head dip back, eyes closed as more of the soothing cascade enveloped her senses. Then, the lack of piercings where she expected them startled even the most content of minds. “.. The anchor!”

Gleaming emerald eyes looked down to confirm her findings. Sure enough, it wasn’t there. She thought about heading back for it, but one of her fellow slaves could’ve already taken it as part of the cleanup process. Maybe they’d keep it around and she could ask them for it later? If they suspected it belonged to a guest, which they shouldn’t considering they’d probably noticed her wearing it, they certainly wouldn’t throw it out. Then again, what if Gorjen kept it for himself? There was plenty to remember her by, but this particular piece was just lying around. Either way, Phoebe lost track of her one and only communication’s device. So much for making more of an effort to stay out of trouble in the future.

In spite of all this, she had work to do. After wrapping things up here and slipping into another tight fitting outfit for the club visitors and their viewing pleasure, the routine kicked in before long. A few hours were plenty to build her desires as she welcomed the attention on the surface. Her every flirtatious remark caused her tongue to tingle in the sweetest fashion, but alas, that was not her intended line of work today, not without permission anyway.

Raleigh called for her at one point. Seeing Viryon caused her gaze to dip, unable to look her in the eyes until they found a way out of here with Aegir’s help. She had high hopes for the telepath still. Luna, on the other hand, made her feel worse in the grand scheme of things. Phoebe happened to be quite remorseful for not gathering even a semblance of useful information the night before for the blonde rather indulged in the pleasures of the flesh and lived life to the fullest. Things weren’t going well on any front except one.

Gorjen was right to assume that one’s had a keen eye on him. Suspicions on Luna’s true nature were certainly rising. She had to make the right call sooner rather than later or be left entirely empty handed despite opportunities blooming left and right.

Alone with Raleigh and one of his men, Phoebe’s small stature paled compared to the two men. She cast them sheepish glances at first, uncertain as to what they’d do now. Unless asked to sit, the girl would stand with fingers intertwined loosely before her lap, awaiting the alleged human’s words. When he finally spoke, Phoebe raised her gaze to speak up.

“I’m afraid I couldn’t say how much I’ve slept, Master, but the customer and I were up for a long time.” The cameras could probably tell him more than whatever foggy memories she had, but it probably hadn’t mattered much. Gorjen had an interest in her and it seemed to have worked out for both of them in the end. “After last night, I believe he has every reason to be pleased with your establishment’s offerings, Master.”

She straightened up a bit once asked about her thought on truly devoting herself to the work here. Her expression reflected determination as much as the air filling her lungs, jutting out her petite chest for emphasis. “Yes, Master. I do think I have what it takes.” Phoebe bent over slightly from the waist up, bowing for the man’s eyes to catch not only a better view of her charms, but to recognize her willingness to fulfill every service required of her. “I’d love to make you proud and give it my all, as all the other slaves have. Please, grant me this privilege.”

She was not instructed to sit. Raleigh listened to what she had to say and while the tapes could have been checked there had to be reasons that they were not. Maybe it was for privacy reasons or Gorjen took them. Whatever the case she had been asked. Raleigh nodded at her response, his eyes studying her as she exposed a little more of herself though she felt that he was looking upon more in an appraising sense though not in one of longing or lust.

“Very well,” Raleigh nodded before taking a seat himself. She quickly found that the Hel'Corian with him was the very one that was with him when they first met. And it was the Hel'Corian that inspected her again now. He circled her, undressed her and took her right there. Raleigh watched on for a bit as she was worked over. She was made to show the pair just what she could do on her own without someone taking the lead.

At some point Raleigh departed and when she had finished they left the room out another door that brought them to other areas of the club restricted to outsiders. Again she was cleaned up and sent back to work in the bar area. She still wasn't available for the clients but that may have been for the best right now after what she had gone through, the Hel'Corian was very thorough with her having time off from his usual duties perhaps and given one to evaluate her skills.

Her particular set of skills had not been commented on but the Hel'Corian seemed to be enjoying himself nevertheless. She was returned to work, the bar area allowed the aliens to touch and grope her more so then the casino area (though that did not stop Gorjen, he had too be a high roller).

The rest of the night proceeded in normal fashion. It wasn't until the next that she found she would be working in the bar in more than the usual sense. Being a new face she was popular despite her stature. No sooner had she finished with one alien and got cleaned back up it seemed that another required her services in one of those back rooms.

Her alteration hindered her in that regard in time off. While an ordinary human may have been able to recuperate being without made it difficult for her to endure the day. Perhaps she could work in other ways without anyone mentioning things if she took the initiative or get some relief from another slave either at the end of the night or when on break.

In the room waiting for her was a well dress Luna, who must have come from the casino. “It took me some time to find out that you weren't working in the casino tonight. I overheard Gorjen asking about you and found that you were here for the day.

“He seems a bit more anxious today. I think something's going to happen soon. He kept checking his watch and did a whole lot of loosing. That's when I heard him asking about you. They mentioned something about gaining some more experience so I surmised you were here and came before he did in order to secure you ahead of time, at least for a few minutes anyway.

“Have you learned anything?”

The Hel’Corian proved thorough above all else, but not even he could tend to her forever. As a familiar entity, her experience certainly showed improvements as she lavished him with attention for who knows how long. In the coming two days, her body ached for such a prime specimen again yet there was nothing to be done but accept her fate relishing the presence of others.

Working the bar placed an immense strain on body and mind. Whenever there was no need to speak or indulge, her alterations weren’t too much to bear, but more often than not there were customers to entertain, to smile and service them however they pleased for shifts that may have very well been endless to begin with. She tingled all over. Her thighs were numb from one ravenous patron alone and another seemed to be waiting in line already. Stiff, throbbing teats practically poked into her velvety garments throughout the evening, revealing her shameless state.

At times the teasing became bad enough for her to set up minor arrangements with clients. She’d accidentally spill a drink and then leave the immediate area with her chosen companion in tow under the pretense of cleaning them up. These moments were brief and carefully selected as to not arouse too much attention from guards, but it helped quench her thirst when no other slave had been eyeing her up as some were seen doing from time to time.

Seeing Luna in private again demanded a lot from her addled mind. Phoebe’s cheeks were still flushed, but at least with the doors shut she had a chance to drown out the noise of Raleigh’s business for once. Her senses had been abuzz with alcoholic beverages from customers, music and physical labor alike.

As soon as they were alone, Phoebe beckoned for Luna to sit though it was more of an excuse to get seated herself after a long shift. Leaning onto her elbows, the young blonde let out a soft sigh. “Sorry, I just haven’t had the chance to tell you I’d be working more closely with the establishment’s clientele from now on. I’d have told you where to find me sooner if I had the means to do so.”

“As for Gorjen .. Unfortunately, our time to speak was cut short. He’s been more interested in sampling the wares than entertaining a great deal of conversation.” She left that up for interpretation before pressing on. “I’ve learned a few things about him, his species and wealth, as well as the reason he may be looking for a few more hours with me in particular.”

She was special in that regard. Aside from the fact wealth was no concern of his, Phoebe relayed losing these games had little impact on him though he may have wished to summon her to his side by doing so. Surely winning games proved to be a sweeter sensation than most though there were even fewer things which could’ve given Gorjen what she gave him the night before. Clairsentience and the joining were both matters she brought up to the agent though she likely wouldn’t be interested in his semen’s unique properties hence she ommitted them from all explanations that followed.

Phoebe passed on whatever information she had, but regrettably it wasn’t much with any sort of substance. By their standards, her efforts amounted to nothing but failure. The former agent recognized this, but nothing could be done about it now. All she could do was try harder next time, and that’d probably be the last time she had time to extract information before it was too late.

Afterwards, the young blonde stood to face her brunette companion with her voice lowered, but a hard, dour expression to grace once alluring features. “There’s something you need to know, Luna, no matter how anxious he seems today or what the mission means to you. It’s not safe for you here, even less than you might think. He told me he’s seen us together and believes you have an interest in me, but that your interest in him is even greater. I’m not sure he knows you and I have spoken about him specifically, but he thinks you’re an agent working either for the ADD or one of the local governments. He’s certain enough to have asked me to work for him which, I presume, means he wants to know whether what he thinks is true.”

She was uncertain as to how things would commence from this point onward. Phoebe loathed the ADD for abandoning her and many others, but this woman wasn’t responsible for any of it. She wouldn’t betray her trust though it became all the more obvious her presence here only put the other woman at risk. “What would you have me do?”

“Clairsentient?” Luna fell silent for a moment thinking upon that. She didn't know much about psionics or even Gorjen's species but she understood the basics of what that entailed. Remote viewing she assumed. Maybe even reading the auras of objects to determine things that occurred around them or what they had been used for.

Still Gorjen seemed jumpy and she guessed that the abilities had not been all that reliable or strong. But it was something to note. She reflected on what had been revealed determining that her cover had been blown.

“He hasn't made a move yet so he's just suspicious at this stage. Still … I guess tell him. I'll have to give up my appearance here for the time being. Don't come out and tell him. Imply that you know or suspect it. Make him believe I was asking a lot of questions about him but there really wasn't much you could say. Little questions about how frequently he comes in and such. Answer him as you see fit.”

Luna paused thinking things over for a second. “You've done something right, he's interested in you so he should seek you out. Once he realizes that you're in this portion of the club I'm sure you'll see him again. Here, drink this,” she took out a small vial containing a lime colored substance that smelled like licorice and had a strawberry taste to it should she drink it.

“Since I won't be at the club I'll have some time to tinker. This serum possesses nannites that will allow me to get better bio readings so I can adjust my serum. If it works I might get the serum to actual work at least for an hour or two at a time. They are harmless and will pass through your system within three days.

“Just a little something that will keep me occupied. Chances are I won't have excess material to work with and I'm not sure if it will even work but since I'm quite a way from backup and can't really leave the system any time soon it gives me something to do.

“I'll figure out how to contact you next. But ...” she paused then glanced to the door and back blushing slightly as she did so. She shook her head slightly. “Forget it. I still have to figure out how I'm going to get you out of this place too.”

The vial’s contents were consumed after a brief examination from various angles. Phoebe never fancied licorice hence gulping them down became more of a bittersweet blend of flavors she could’ve done without, but the price was more than fair compared to potential gains. Since her condition hardly improved, no matter how long she refrained to indulge and her current prison offered nothing to allow those aching patches of nerves to adapt, even the slightest prospect of relief had been a great source of motivation.

She caught that blush before they were finished here. It didn’t help any that Phoebe herself suffered much the same molten warmth bringing crimson hues to her cheeks. Speaking at length did that to the former agent and while she could not read one’s thoughts, there was little doubt on her mind as to which potential scenes had been playing out in Luna’s head. Time was of the essence however, and there was little to be done about such desires now.

“You know coming in here without doing anything to the girl you’ve hired does make you look suspicious ..” Tapping her chin in thought for a moment, Phoebe then sashayed forward until a hand of hers lightly cupped the other woman’s chin, goading her to lift it with a gentle press of a lone finger. “Do me a favor and don’t move.”

After exposing her neck for exploitation, Phoebe’s lips were quick to latch on. Hot breaths soak into vulnerable skin while a tender suction graced her guest’s throat, little by little producing the love bite she was aiming for. All the while, her quivering tongue lavished Luna with affection, clashing with the milky contours that made up her partner’s beauty.

It’s been a long time since she’s tasted a free woman. Viryon happened to be on board the ship she and Kurgan often bonded on, but was never involved in their private affairs. The other slaves could not compare in the here and now. There was something oddly tantalizing about taking charge with this one for a moment though she would not press on for now. It was as much a boon to her aching tongue as it was a reminder as to what could be had with the petite blonde.

As they parted, Phoebe remained close to whisper in the girl’s ear. “There’s something I need to ask of you,” She began, sighing then receding as temptation had to give way to duty. Eyes locked, her voice rose but barely to force Luna to listen intently. “You won’t have to get me out of here. I’ve made arrangements with another, but I can’t guarantee the same path of escape for a dear friend of mine. It's her you'll have to get out of this place.”

Phoebe glanced to the door leading back into the establishment’s main floor. “Her name’s Viryon. She’s with Raleigh. The scaly one. They’re in the casino side of the club a lot, maybe you’ve seen her among his slaves before .. If you could at least try to figure something out, that would be enough. I don’t expect miracles.”

“True ...” Luna admitted her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes darted back toward the door for a moment. There was that or the pretense of avoiding suspicion anyway. She remained still not knowing what to expect as Phoebe told her not to move. She didn't remaining still.

She let out a small moan. Closing her eyes that skin deepened in that blush. Her eyes sprang opened a moment later after that contact receded.

“What do you need?” Luna listened to what she had to say concerning her plight. She didn't know what sort of arrangements Phoebe had made but didn't ask about it. She was a former agent after all and one that was trained to be out in the field so she probably had a better idea as to how to handle the situation at hand. With all the threats to agents in the galaxy she figured that they were subjected to more intense training in what to do.

“The green one? She doesn't leave his side from what I've seen not that I've paid close attention to him since Gorjen has been my focus. She won't resist an escape attempt? I think I can manage it with EMI's help. The AI I designed for my ship,” she hastily explained. “Where to bring her afterward? Do you have a meeting place in mind?”

After that had been settled she looked back at her. “Did those modifications to the serum have any effect?” It wasn't as if she had a great deal of time to work on it or the resources at the moment.

She thought that moan was cute, adorable even. Yet all it did was fuel the fires at her core further. Sadly, there was another target to look out for and Luna wouldn’t be it. Phoebe deduced she may have wanted to indulge yet never dared and the shapely blonde wouldn’t force any more of it on her though that newly produced lovebite along the vein of her neck ensured she wouldn’t be seen coming and leaving within minutes without a trace of lovemaking on her.

When her plea for Viryon’s escape had been answered, Phoebe was quick to add to it though her cheeks were flushed in much the same manner as Luna’s at the thought. “Ah, well .. She’s a bit .. slow. You’ll see what I mean when, I mean .. If you ever manage to speak with her in private. It shouldn’t be difficult to get her to work with you. Just tell her I sent you to take her someplace nice.”

If that didn’t work, something else certainly would. She was still struggling to use simple enough words towards Viryon herself. Had that vile man Raleigh not touched her however, it’d probably be more difficult to convince her of a nicer place to be, especially when Phoebe’s own name came up.

It dawned on her Viryon’s current existence may not have been all that different here than back on the ship. She’s always been more of an unfortunate soul Phoebe dragged along because there’d be no other place for her to be, but in the end there was probably more Raleigh did with her than the young blonde ever had. She never took her gambling or anything, but utilized her limited abilities without offering much in return. Once they got out of here, it may be time to change how they lived in one and the same place.

Speaking of which, a home to call their own hadn’t been the focus of their existence in quite some time. The asteroid they found her on offered ample wealth, but situations such as these wouldn’t allow Phoebe to send Luna there for such riches were the last thing she could call her own. It had to be someplace close to that although she had no clue as to how it could be reached, neither distance nor difficulty wise.

This establishment resided on a planet she had never heard of before. There was no telling how far they were from someone who may be willing to keep an eye on Viryon for a while. A lone human wouldn’t make many friends among the cruel depths of space though there may be one or two Kurgan was familiar with which she could point out as feasible destinations for the time being.

As for the serum, the effects were a bit different than before as Phoebe glanced at the empty vial before handing it back to Luna. “Well, unlike the last injection I can tell you this one’s working a bit .. better. Could just be the case because it’s administered differently and covering my altered bits directly rather than be forced to spread throughout the whole body .. I’m just guessing here. I wouldn’t know whether the mixture itself is an improvement or not.”

She briefly ground her tongue against her palate, shuddering briefly as she did so while her eyes were at half mast. “It’s dulled the sensations a great deal when I just spoke, as well as replace the heat in my veins with a soothing chill, but not for long. A few seconds at best before it stops working altogether again.”

“A pity. If it worked I could have had EMI make a little more while I work on the issue of getting Viryon free. There really isn't much in the ways of materials I have at present though I think I could have scrounged up a little something.

“But at the same time ...” She glanced away for a moment then stood walking over to a dresser nearby. From the top draw she took out a box setting it down on the top of the dresser than gazing back at the former agent. She smiled bidding her to stand.

“I'll get your friend out of here, just keep working on Gorjen. Now that collar of yours is pretty sophisticated. The same features that let you know that a customer seeks attention, those same impulses can go both ways with a little alteration. See,” Luna had her turn her back using a few tools on the collar. She had been familiar with such devices before removing them, studying them so that field agents could be better informed on there use and what not.

“If you uncover anything all you have to do is think it to pass along the information. It's pretty crude, I won't get much of an idea about what you uncovered but will know that you discovered something. I can hack this system pretty easily by now.” She worked on as she spoke the adjustments not taking very long at all.

“I've also turned down that nasty voltage punishment setting. It will still hurt but I've prevented it from going higher than setting two. Now, just one more thing.” Tools were set back into that box and hands reached around her grasping her breasts and giving a small squeeze. A tongue flicked against her earlobe tracking it.

“You said the recent serum didn't work for long so let me take the edge off a little.” Hands moved from her breasts flowing down then up her flanks with soft movements before she allowed the former agent to turn around to face her. Luna's features were red, this act rather bold for her or perhaps she had been embarrassed about taking advantage of the situation. Her hands rested upon her hips as she slowly moved in for a kiss ...

A slight gasp rolled off the blonde’s lips upon feeling that wondrous caress cascade over both her covered mounds. She may have looked needy, but it wasn’t until Luna advanced on her charms that her current state became all the more obvious. The slave’s garb left an impression in ways similar to touching skin. It could very well not exist and her hands would experience the same delightful sensations. Nothing could be left to the imagination. Surge upon surge of hot blood had engorged her firm, luscious teats, poking into the woman’s palms from below. Her heart beat fast before, spurred on by nearly insatiable wants, but now it pounded within her aching chest. She arched her back for as long as she was teased, quivering helplessly in the girl’s grasp.

Soft movements were complimented with swaying curvatures, downright tempting her every touch to press more firmly against the scantily clad servant until they were face to face once more. She needed no mirror to confirm the heat washing over her features painted them in much the same hues as Luna’s own. In fact, as Phoebe gazed deeply into her reflection in the brunette’s beguiling eyes, she realized how glazed hers had already become.

All these hours of work and prolonged conversations were dialing up her desire beyond reason. Those hands rested on her for the time being, holding her without force while Luna drew near for a union of their lips.

She embraced what’s to come. Phoebe’s yearning eyes fluttered closed. Her tongue was on fire. Arms fell loosely upon her former comrade’s neck when sumptuous lips masked hers with a passion she didn’t have to force. Searing hot bliss shot through every muscle at work, especially when those malleable gates parted to indulge in the clash of tongues they may have been aching for in equal measure.

Luna may have had reservations about acting in such a manner, but Phoebe did not. In the moment, her thoughts belonged to the lone woman and her well dressed contours. The egghead had her appeal, and with lust pumping through her veins she’d have been hard pressed to reject even a brief suckle against that tongue of hers. She needed only one long, drawn out kiss to cum, but hoped it’d last long enough to give the two of them something to enjoy in much the same way. She wouldn’t miss an opportunity to relish this, to wallow in a more pleasant scenario by allowing herself to forget all about the establishment and whatever working there entailed, and to focus every sliver of attention on the one who’d refrained from claiming her when she certainly had the right to do so.

A moan bled over into their lips when those arms receded only for the former agent’s touch to crawl along the vein of her neck, then between them to graze Luna’s covered bosom. They descended to the girl’s hips, then rounded her beautifully sculpted backside to seize two handfuls of that forbidden flesh. She was ushering her back towards the table, peeking only a little as an idea came to mind.

They wouldn’t be together for long, least of all if Luna refrained from working against her own interests, but Phoebe couldn’t resist the opportunity to show off a little. She focused on the woman before her, utilizing the otherworldly blessings her mind possessed to try and heave Luna on the edge of the table before pushing her back first against the surface with a gentle shove, then descending unto her prey without missing a beat.

Whatever the extent of Luna’s thoughts on the matter, there wasn’t a reason not to leave an impression that’d keep her company for the coming days.