The nodules at the tip shifted at her touch - appearing to be held together by strands of 'tendons' that looked like they could come apart at the slightest touch. Her fingers and tongue proved that notion wrong, though. The nodules shift slightly, but appear fully prehensile as well, packing around her fingers and tongue as she licks it. The sheen of moisture on this unusual organ actually tastes quite pleasant, something she could really take in rather than have to tolerate. As her fingers brush along the muscular length that shifts downwards, pulling itself out of that dense central sheath for her pleasure, he lets out a relaxed sigh.

"Y-you're pretty good at this..." he admits. "And here I was thinking I'd stay in my quarters today because I had a touch of burnout from yesterday... ah, try the lower bits next, please..."

True to his word, those nodules shift apart to let her tongue explore the tip of his powerful, muscular cock. The warm heat and what must've been pre serves to wet her fingertips as she continues to service him. It's not the grunts that really give away how much of a good job she's doing - the powerful, ringed muscles lining this shaft throb with sheer arousal as she continues to lick and rub its length.

“We probably don't have time ...”

At this, he shudders, the eyes twitching as his mind races for a solution. That's when the transport slows down - and comes to a stop. It's not the destination, however; that last 'dive' had taken it into a relatively busy section which almost looked like a terran street during rush hour. Several transports line up at a gate - some of them with passengers, others with large crates loaded to the brim. An extreme few mirror her situation; with a human girl or two having a good time getting railed by one or more strange, alien figures. A few on the nearby transports look their way, seeing quite a lot from their angle.

His cock continues to wriggle out of that sheath despite this.

"Uhh..." he groans out. "That won't trouble you, will it?"

“Trouble me?” At first Daphnee is unaware of what he's talking about. When she first looks to him then sees the transports moving by she gets it. An amused chuckle passes her lips.

“You're aware what I do right?” This wasn't even an audience as far as she was concerned. Realizing that they had come to a stop Daphnee didn't think of much else. She simply assumed the other transports would move around them an they were in no danger of a collision.

In a similar vein to why elevator doors wouldn't close if sensors detected something in the way.

She waved the notion off. He was well behaved and deserved a reward. Whether he ultimately served as part of her security team in the future or not was another matter. Truth be told she'd like a well behaved security team, not that she had any issues now. But once she was on her own some individuals might take certain liberties when they only had to answer to a human. Thus it would be imperative to form a good team.

Those were problems for another day.

“Well this was going to be your reward if you managed to keep those eyes on me.” She feigned a deep sigh as if unsure what to do about that now. Delay? Come up with something else? Her finger slid along that member before she bent down to give him another long lick. That taste divine.

It wasn't like anything she consumed before. Nor was it a drug as far as she could tell. Yes, she wanted more but wasn't compelled to do so as evident to the fact that she was still able to tease.

“Unless you don't want an audience,” Daphnee continued. “Or do you just want to skip out on that party and have one of our own? The transport might be a little small for that ...”

While she spoke her hand curled around that length. Pumping up and down it with a lethargic pace as she continued to watch him from her knees.

The subtle tang in the air continued to build - becoming noticeable as her hand expertly caressed the rapidly-hardening cock of the quadruped, the muscles appearing to 'peel' back a dense layer of fibers to reveal ducts that began to lubricate her palm as she continued to service this new 'winner' of her little game. Each breath would fill her lungs with that scent that drowned the sterile, metallic air pumped by the ventilation system built into the back of this transport. She took a lick of that oily fluid slowly dripping down the shaft, clearly enjoying the taste and that definitely made him relax.

"No, I mean.... the time." he shudders as her fingertip finds one of the gasping ducts and brushes the silky, twitching insides, causing it to quiver under her touch before spewing a fresh burst of that delicious, dense mist followed by a cool, oily liquid dribbling down her fingers, lubricating them even further with that musk. "Would doing this too long trouble you? Is it hard to breathe?"

The throbbing 'veins' lining the bluish-green flesh of his prehensile cock thudded with the beat of many powerful hearts in her hand as she continued to draw out it's full length from that protective sheath. More of those eyes - even under those legs, continued to follow her every move. This up close, those orbs appeared to grow like rows upon rows from a central point hidden deep with that musclebound body of his. Rings of muscle lifted those eager eyes up to admire her lithe body from various angles as she continued to service him.

“Unless you don't want an audience,” Daphnee continued. “Or do you just want to skip out on that party and have one of our own? The transport might be a little small for that ...”

"As much as I'd like to take you up on that offer and take you back to my dorm room..." he responds after what sounded like a deep sigh of disappointment. "...you do realize I've got a few hours until I can key out for a break, right? Besides, if you're looking for a security team to handle things for you in the future, best to start making friends with those people in the business now."

“Trouble me?” Daphnee considered that for a moment. She doubted that the transport would leave without her. At the very least she considered that there would be some sort of announcement over a PA system. She didn't think she would be free to roam if there was a strict schedule to adhere to.

The metallic scent of the transport was steadily being replaced by that sweet smelling musk. She found eyes in the most unusual of places causing her to wonder just how he managed to filter out everything in order to make sense out of the world. His spatial awareness had to be outstanding. His brain no doubt had to have dedicated itself to the visual spectrum.

How did a fly make sense out of what they were seeing? Or a spider? There was more going on than just vision she assumed. Dismissing those thoughts her fingers drew out more of that musk.

Processing what he said she took all that in stride. “Uh huh.”

She sounded as if she didn't buy that reasoning at all. That grin on her face said as much. “You'd just rather have an audience of peers. Otherwise who'd believe you? Very well.”

She smiled after that tease. Let him infer whatever he'd like from that. If he believed he'd have success at that party or not. She fed into those words too. What fun it was being in the thoughts of others. “I'm keeping all my clothes on in here then.”

Perhaps he'd see that as a challenge or sorts. Or conclude that he was only going to get whatever she gave him to tide him over until that party. Daphnee let all those thoughts rush through his mind as she moved on. Her tongue following the path of her hand as it moved over him.

Dragging her tongue along those hair-like threads she gathered up more of that delicious fluid on her tongue as her saliva painted him. After a few pumps her pace increased. Once he was nice and hard she moved her focus to the crown of his shaft. Her tongue swishing around it as her hand continued to pump along the shaft. Her other hand reached up smoothing itself along a leg and moving between them for more sensitive parts as she explored his body.

Mouth opening she took in the tip. A soft nibble followed then her tongue stroll over him. Swallowing a bit more of him those lips compressed around him. As she sucked she drew in even more of that fluid. “Mmmm ...”

Green eyes peeked up at him. Though in his case that was unnecessary in making eye contact. Daphnee responded instinctually as she drew in more of that shaft. Then more. And more. Slowly taking in more of that length to her limits. Purring against that shaft as she worked more of it within her mouth. Her tongue making the occasional lick against that member whenever her suctioning lips relaxed enough to allow it. Forever mixing things up so he didn't get too use to matters.

“You'd just rather have an audience of peers. Otherwise who'd believe you? Very well.”

The shifting nodules seemed to engorge at her words, the unusual 'sound maker' mimicking human speech trying to process an answer - clearly becoming more aroused at the combination of expert stroking and verbal teasing she was plying onto the muscular organ. The touch of her tongue rewarded her with more of that pleasant-smelling ooze that now covered the fleshy core of the shaft like a second skin, the semi-liquid settling onto her taste buds as she continued to lick the twitching nodules and the veiny ducts.

"Damn shame I don't have anything for you to autograph." he finally responds, giving her perky rear a soft squeeze. He lets her keep her clothes on, but those smaller tendrils move deftly, worming into her skimpy outfit drawing tingling lines of relaxing pleasure on her skin as they explored her body. Despite what she had said, more of those powerful limbs moved around her, the rippling muscles clearly toned from hard work. They throbbed with a pleasant heat, and this close up, with the 'skin' pulled back, she could actually see the multi-layered pulses in his veins pumping raw, erotic power into his dick which now stood at rock-solid attention. Another twitch from the base of this shaft which continued to push itself further, clearly aiming to impress as she expertly took that throbbing length into her mouth.

The length is properly lubricated, and the first inches slide in with ease as he shifts to make sure she doesn't choke. The narrow hairlike tendrils emanating from the length withdraw into the grooves that they emerge from after brushing against her soft lips and they eyes follow her gaze. He shudders as she takes a few more inches of his length. More of the muscular lengths continued to settle around her neck, arms and stomach...

"This feels wonderful, thank you." he groans out, his voice thick with pleasure. "Please keep going."

“Well, I have nothing to write with ...” Daphnee trails off as she gets another idea. There's a glint of mischief to her eyes at that.

She discovers how firmly his body reacts. Cords of well defined muscles make up his body. Either a genetic thing or years of hard work she can't accurately say since she has nothing to compare him with. She guess the later, though the thought doesn't linger too long.

More of that pleasant taste hits her senses. She feels how warm he is almost as if he can regulate his internal body temperature to some degree. It takes a few moments for her to realize that he isn't warm all over. That dick, those tendrils that worm beneath her clothes, that touch, she feels the warmth greater at the tips that are used to press and massage against her in such a relaxing manner.

Clearly she has the attention of those eyes. Especially as she draws her in to her mouth. At first the sensation felt a bit odd with those hair-like tendrils brushing against her lips and tongue. They cause her tongue to tingle a little though they retreat at her touch as they disappear back inside his skin. There retreat only allows her to make greater contact with him as her lips seal around him. Closing around him as tightly as she can manage she grants him a few sucks.

Her head bobbing to take in more of that girth. Green eyes cast up all the while as she works. Slowly she draws back so barely more than the tip remains in her mouth. Her tongue going to work against the crown of that shaft as she collects even more of that luscious taste. Her movements a bit unpredictable with that muscle unless he was familiar with her written tongue. Spelling out her name first in English and then in German. What could she say? English was sort of her default language seeing that she was born and raised in the States despite German being used at home.

Going back to work she took in more of that rod. This time at a quicker pace. Her hands supporting her as they traced against his thighs. Those hands pushing against him in order to draw back from taking too much of him too soon. As she worked she alternated those sucks with the swish of her tongue against him. She danced against him experiencing even more of that taste.

Alternating between speeding up and slowing down when appropriate. Daphnee drew out his pleasure as best as she could manage in this impromptu moment.

“Well, I have nothing to write with ...”

"That look." he hissed as his hearts ramped up, thudding hard enough for her tongue to pick out each individual beat from each powerful organ. Deepthroating that length, those beats reverberated off her insides, massaging her throat as she took in another inch of that twitching, alien organ. "You're planning something amazing, aren't you?"

He doesn't wait for her to answer - instead, the restraints loosen from her body lifting off - followed by the muscular 'limbs' penning her in giving her a little more room to move around as they backed off somewhat. The leg moved next, careful not to step on her as the 'eyes' below that limb followed her every move. As she 'signed' his warm length with her tongue, It'd have sounded like the distant rumbling of a storm, but it was so low-pitched that her hearing couldn't pick it up - rather, she felt it with her body - a massive force rumbling from the dense, muscular 'core' of the quadruped she serviced.

"Wait, I know whatgghh that is, that's terran english..." he finally groans out. "...clever girl."

Finished with her special service, listening to that ultra-low frequency rumble slowly piling up from his core, she continued to service him as little by little, those smaller lengths returned to press against her breasts and tease her butt. The larger limbs moved close to her head, the 'eyes' lifting up from their protective sheaths and taking in her performance as she continued to lick and suck on that oversized cock with the cool, gag-less motions of a veteran. Whenever she took the length as deep as she could, the pleasant nodules lining it gouted out more of that cool fluid into her, plastering her tongue and throat with that delicious - almost chewy ooze.

He's clearly at the edge of a massive climax, but he seemed to be holding back on finishing off - shuddering with the effort.

He complimented her creativity. Over the years Daphnee had adapted to a great many situations. Her time at Shokushu had been a mixed bag. Her first year was brutal. She both learned and adapted making things better for her given her new reality. It may have been possible that being neglected throughout her life caused her to adapt better to the situation.

With no friends to turn to nor family Daphnee found that she liked the attention, at least while she wasn't being tortured. She came to accept the strange and bizarre easier and thus accepted it better. Had she the support and upbringing of most of her peers she probably would have never managed to find herself in such a position battling against odds she had no hope of overcoming.

It was far easier to use her skills in other ways. Adapt and overcome was the motto of the armed forces of her birth nation. Not all battles had to be fought. By giving in she found that she could win in a way.

Delighting in the renewed touch Daphnee practically melted into that touch. She might not have consciously heard those rumbles but she felt them. That tremor that rippled through him. More of that sweet essence slid against her tongue as she took him in as deep as possible. A small trick she had learned was to swallow allowing him to slip a little ways into her throat without tripping her gag reflex. As long as she controlled the pace she could do so though if he took vigorous control it would be tripped.

She had a decision to make. She could stop leaving him on edge. Building upon that need, teasing him throughout the party then giving him fulfillment. That could be appealing, such control, though she had no way of knowing when the ship would show up and how long it would wait. She figured it would wait for a fair bit but there had to be limits right? She might get pulled away before she could bring him relief, especially if there were other distractions at that party.

So just in case she'd give him some relief now. Still gazing up at him as she felt the increase in those strummings Daphnee gave a slight nod. Granting him permission silently to unburden himself. Her body tingled with excitement. Thrilled at doing this. Her nipples had turned into stiff pebbles beneath her bra. Her petals shimmered with her own juices.

Had she given it a bit of thought she would have realized that she enjoyed being in control from time to time.

And unburden himself he did - the rumbling within turning into a roar in her head as he finally unleashed a load of liquid sweetness that slammed into her stomach, then wormed itself through her nerves like a tidal wave of pure pleasure, reaching her brain in seconds as he struggled to stand, his grip tightening on her head as he shot a second, then a third spurt of that delicious cum into her. It was clear that he had not had this kind of relief in a long time, given the number of times he pulled himself together and continued to buck away at her throat, only slowing down after the fourth shot of cum, then finally tumbling inwards after the fifth shot. Gill-like structures at the top struggled to pump air through his lungs as he tried to recover his stance, which he does after a few minutes of hard 'breathing'.

"Ah..." he finally speaks, even making the words a struggle - but when he notices that she hasn't had a proper climax yet, he powers through his own exhaustion, eager to avoid leaving her wanting. "That was incredible. Here, let me return the favor..."

The eyes all focus on her, as the staggered tentacle-like lengths converge upon her, coiling around her limbs and the padded 'limbs' pressing against her head, shoulders and waist to support her as she was lifted into the air. Rough flesh brushes against her erect nipples over her clothes, while smaller 'limbs' press against her sodden cunt, the 'fingers' rubbing against her dripping nethers, while the serpentine tentacles coil gently around her tits and stomach, giving her perky breasts and toned ass an occasional grope as he tries his best to give her a good time. A soft-tipped, slender rod toys with her butthole, its velvety texture painting a cool, relaxing gel on her rear entrance, making sure she's properly lubricated...

"Sure wish I could buy you..." he murmurs out as the fleshy lengths teasing her erect nipples slowly tug up her top to reveal her breasts to his eager gaze...

Not once or twice, but four spurts of cum makes it's way down into her belly. Daphnee feels the warmth tingling in her stomach before it radiates out of her in a matter of seconds. Like alcohol whatever chemicals that had been in that seed seep through her stomach lining and find it's way into her blood stream.

It rushes through her organs, her brain experiences a moment of “brain freeze” similar and yet different. She experiences a pleasant warmth that stimulates the pleasure centers of her brain making her feel good. Her own excitement increasing in response, not quite a drug but a sensation that she could grow to like.

Her features cast in serenity. Daphnee smiles when she's able to pull back. Her tongue sweeping over her own lips to collect more of that cum that she had missed. Green eyes gaze up at him as she swallows down the last of his seed.

“Someone's been backed up.”

Finding various tendrils responding as they creep beneath her clothes and over them. Rubbing and coaxing against her she doesn't feel that warmth directly but responds nonetheless. Her nipples stiffen even more. Lifted up she squirms a little as he plays with her ass. Working the tendril there back and forth slowly against her rear ensuring that she gets plenty of lubrication between those cheeks.

As her shirt begins to creep upward Daphnee grins then pulls it back in place. She gives a slight shake of her head.

“I said the clothes stay on … for now.” Those words indicating that they might come off at some point in the future or she might remove them herself. It might have been cruel to limit his sense of sight to a great degree. His brain must have been wired for sensory input to a far greater extent then most organisms. Still, it could give him something to look forward to whether at the party or later in private. Even she was unaware of how it would all go later.

He mentioned purchasing her or rather wishing he could. Daphnee had a sweet arrangement as it were. Ultimately she yearned to be free regardless of how good she had it in captivity. At the same time she understood those desires and fantasies of her fan base.

“Oh, you'd probably tire of me. I'm nothing special Master.” A sly smile as she supplied that word. Even against her touch, even with that growing need inside her Daphnee had been skilled enough to deny herself at times to draw out the pleasures of her audience.

“Hm.” She contemplated. Her hands dashing over his torso as she caressed the skin between the numerous eyes. “Well, you could be my Master until the ship gets here. No longer than a day,” she added in the event that the shuttle got lost or destroyed. While there certainly would be objections by her employers she didn't want any legal hassles. Some species were bigger on agreements, others ignored them, others were sticklers for written contracts. With so many species it was best to ere with a degree of caution.

“Someone's been backed up.”

"Ha, we usually can't get this kind of entertainment." his voice shifts, still struggling with the sheer effort of having finally unloaded himself for a change. The recovery is swift - and the tendrils continue to swarm around her, the stronger 'limbs' exploring her body again. "Humans like you putting themselves on sale find buyers in seconds. Especially so if they're skilled, capable of doing something other than just being used as a fuck-toy. Usually, the mind-broken ones are cheaper - but where's the fun in that?"

The creature's tendrils explored her top, trying to figure out how to remove her outfit when she responded.

“I said the clothes stay on … for now.”

"Fair enough, these look hard to put on and remove." the eyes focus on her breasts for a bit before the lengths put her clothes back on, leaving the slick lengths inside her clothes. They shifted inside, getting used to the dark before groping her lightly, letting her nipples rub lightly against the material of her clothes.

“Oh, you'd probably tire of me. I'm nothing special Master.”

"Says the girl who's scored herself a popular gigs on the net." he snickers as the slimmer lengths coiling around her legs feel up her inner thighs. "And hey, I can see the appeal. You make your clients WANT you."

“Hm. Well, you could be my Master until the ship gets here. No longer than a day,”

The lengths freeze up on her.

"...that's pretty generous of you. There's no catch, right?"

Daphnee wasn't smarter, more athletic or had any special trait. She was a realist. Using wisdom to make the best of a situation. This caused her to adapt to changing conditions easier. True there were dark times in the beginning as Shokushu revealed it's true nature. Once she came to accept things as they were she sought to change what she could.

In nature the most adaptable organism thrived. It gave her a leg up on those that were prettier, smarter or physically superior. Those that fought against their binds until they were broken or lost their entertainment. It took her a few months to work out the best angels. There was a yearning to be free of course though in the mean time she did what was unexpected to attract greater appeal.

Shirt back in place she felt the trace of those tendrils on her bare skin. Kept aroused by the heat of that roving contact Daphnee feels him freeze as he took in her offer. She supplied a bit of a green, emerald eyes sparkling.

“No catch. Not really. Outside of any consequences you'd face if you broke me or those for neglecting any important duties. I doubt the later will be much of an issue. I think your boss will give you a pass once he realizes that I demanded your attention until my ship arrived.”

She didn't say it herself but implied that there would be consequences if he took things too far. Ruining her value as an investment. Daphnee didn't pick up sadistic vibes from him but given the lack of “entertainment” she couldn't be certain.

“And the clothes stay on, at least until we leave this,” she indicated her surroundings with a wave of her hand. Uncertain what to call the lift since it was essentially a shuttle meant to bring them between the various levels. “Other than that no strings Master.”

“No catch. Not really. Outside of any consequences you'd face if you broke me or those for neglecting any important duties. I doubt the later will be much of an issue. I think your boss will give you a pass once he realizes that I demanded your attention until my ship arrived.”

The sinew-loaded muscles relax as she explained this part.

"Come now, I might lift crates and push trolleys for a living, but I'm not stupid enough to break you, let alone make you do something that'd leave you incapable of getting out there in a couple weeks." the sound of an amused snort rumbles through the lungs(?) of the creature. "Besides putting me in enough debt for another 10 years or so, I'd probably have a swarm of upset fans out for my head once they've been robbed of a chance to have some fun with you on stage."

“And the clothes stay on, at least until we leave this,” she indicated her surroundings with a wave of her hand. Uncertain what to call the lift since it was essentially a shuttle meant to bring them between the various levels. “Other than that no strings Master.”

"I see. I did read a blurb about you, saying you preferred to go bare, but I suppose not everything you hear on the gossip rags are true. Ah well..." he's clearly disappointed, but the tone of his voice is quite cordial regardless. "Not really surprised. These things do happen when you're an entertainer with a following as huge as yours."

In a display of surprising dexterity, those smaller tendrils that had wormed into her outfit continued to quietly grope her even as he kept up the conversation with her, causing her erect nipples to brush against the material of her outfit while a smooth-textured intruder has languidly pressed against her wet slit. The eyes emerge from those protective, fleshy rings to watch her every move as his main limb reaches out to a control panel embedded onto the wall of the shuttle-like transport, adding in a new route into the underbelly of the massive, almost-colony-like vessel. After the vessel arrives at an empty station, it pauses and the new route blinks up on the status panel.

"This is fine, right?"

Daphnee figured he was intelligent enough to realize these things. She had dealt with aliens that were simple minded and could hardly carry out menial tasks let alone a conversation that strung more then three syllables together. But to ere on the side of caution she thought it best to remind him. He could get too eager or carried away in the moment.

She smiled. “I didn't mean to imply that. Just a friendly reminder. More of supplying you with a good excuse if the question of neglected duties come up.”

When it came to clothes she preferred them most of the time. For various roles or interests of others she went without. The elements were a deterrent in going around naked. Unless the temperature was well regulated she didn't enjoy freezing. And footwear was greet in walking about without discomfort. “Well, you can't believe everything you read.” Again she smiled. Her hips rocking from side to side as he teased her slit. Her nipples screaming for attention even as they received it. They strained beneath her top as she slickened up the appendage that teased her.

Hearing a new destination being input they were off once again. “But that option to strip me down is yours Master once we leave this shuttle.” The ship's temperature thus far wasn't bad. She imagined various crew compartments or particular areas having environmental controls.

Her hands slid along his torso as he played with her some more. Enticing the occasional moan or gasp from her lips Daphnee smothered regions of that torso with her pliant lips targeting regions between the numerous eyes. All the while he continued to heat her up. Teasing her with what was to come but denying her thus far.

Soon they reached their destination and she cast a look over her shoulder. Taking in the situation as sh attempted to figure out where thy were. But they had only stopped at a station briefly. Maybe other shuttles were passing and they pulled off the track so to speak. She found their programmed destination at about the same time they began moving again.

Truth be told it didn't matter where they were heading. She didn't expect it was the party. Her first thought was that it may have been crew quarters. She couldn't make out the alien script though a few of the symbols looked familiar to those she had seen.

“It's fine Master.” One of her hands reached down. Fingers teasing over his torso until she settled her hand around that muscular member once more. Her hand circled it, rolling over the shaft even as she began pumping it slowly.

The shuttle remained on the station for a few more seconds, the sensors sweeping the empty platform for a full minute before the doors close with a mechanical hiss. As the powerful engines hum back on, he relaxes further, satisfied at the fact he wouldn't have to share the shuttle with anyone else. The dense muscular lines part to let her fingers access the warm depths of the torso, hairlike tendrils caressing her arm as she continued to gently jerk him off. The 'erection' throbbed in her hand, layered veins depositing wave after wave of fluid into the tense muscle, stiffening up his cock and sending up wafting scents of delight for her to inhale.

He doesn't leave her other needs unattended - the finger-like tentacles playing with her tits unravel slightly, unloading hairlike tendrils onto her nipples that quickly coil around the tips, then pushing those sensitive nubs against the fabric of her clothes as the fleshy length shifts under her, prodding at her cute butthole now - the slick length properly lubricated by her juices to penetrate her. It holds back, however - patiently teasing her asshole while sucker-lined lengths play with her stomach.

Aside from a small pause at yet another busy intersection, the journey goes uninterrupted - and this solitude helps him focus his attentions on her as he continues to tease and fondle her. It's only when the shuttle arrives at his destination that he tells her to stay where she is and steps out, the eyes peering in all directions and taking in the volume of pedestrian traffic in the area. He grunts out something in an alien language, words dripping annoyance and then hits a button on the console which opens up the cargo ramp of the shuttle and turns to face her.

"Alright, we're here. Please strip." he tells her. He's trying to keep a calm facade, but there's a subtle urgency to his voice...