Page 33 of Eat My Moon Dust
“Of course.”
The holoscreen changed to an image search. I lifted my holotab and swiped through the pictures until I found one of a guy masturbating, both lower hands wrapped around a shaft I couldn’t really see while his uppers were buried in his mane, probably grabbing hissenti.
My pussy pulsed with interest as I squeezed my thighs over my hand.
“BEO, make me a new secret folder two with images–snaps–like this one.”
“Task complete.”
“Play a slideshow.”
The slideshow popped up, and the breath whooshed from my lungs. A lavender shilpakaari man caressed what I guessed was his sac but looked more like a swollen channel with row of marble-sized bumps on the underside of his cock. His legs were open to show it off and it dawned on me that those were pearls ready to shoot. I swallowed hard, my knees unfolding as I pressed little swirls into my clit through the fabric.
The next was dark blue, obviously in the middle of flashing his colors as yellow stripes faded down his tendrils and arms. He stared hungrily at me, tendrils lifted around his face, but he stood sideways, a massive shaft pressed against his belly and standing at attention. Its head was harpoon shape with a wider slit to accommodate the pearls bulging along the underside.
What would it feel like to have sex withthat?Shilpakaari were about the same height as tall humans, and were proportional down there, but the textures and ridges were so different. Were the pearls hard or kinda squishy? Would they bump as I pressed the full length of that cock inside me and rolled my hips around? Their harpoon head was more pointed than a human penis. Would I be able to feel that?
What about their tendrils?
Omi told me that Siatesh liked to use his tendrils… but forwhat?
I closed my eyes and imagined the last man in my slideshow was touching me with them and my clit swelled. I pressed it like a button, then slipped little circles around the hood, dipped my finger along the length of my slit. Each time, my panties grew a little wetter, my breath a little more strained. The fantasy felt taboo,real,and so electric, that I lifted my knees behind my elbows to hold myself open all the way and used my other hand to tease my perineum. The soles of my feet and my calves met the cold air, exaggerating my pussy’s explosive heat.
A flash of Hunar’s face between my legs made me pant, two hands squeezing my brown nipples, two clamped down on my thighs. I only knew it was him by the grey pallor of his tendrils and the growl of frustration. In his workshop, his annoyance made me wince, but here in my bed, my breath shuddered. Short tendrils wrapped around my thighs and crawled across my belly.
I flicked my clit back and forth, setting my forearm on fire with exertion. Every tendon was wound too tight to breathe, so my breath stuck in my chest, waiting, close, so close. And then I was coming as my legs shook, and for the first time in a long time, I moaned with abandon, the sound ripped from my throat without permission.
As the orgasm faded, my circles grew lazier. I stretched my legs towards the edge of the bed and pulled the panties from my hip bones with clumsy fingers. That was…
Wow.
“BEO, turn off the slideshow.”
The holoscreen blinked out, but the lights remained dim. I pressed a dry spot on my underwear into my channel for good measure, soaking up the rest of my own fluids, then got to my feet on shaky knees. Padding naked to the kitchen, the cold air like a balm to my feverish skin, I folded the panties carefully so that none of the, uh,evidencewas visible, then put them in a sealed plas bag.
“Tomorrow,” I told myself with a nod of conviction.
The contraband securely wrapped in one of my festive kitchen towels, I decided to throw on my pajamas, spike the last of my cider with rum, and watchA Christmas Storyfor the billionth time.
Sure, the embarrassment was real, and the circumstance was ridiculous. But no one had the right to waltz intomycolony and decide who got to stay and who had to go. That ambassador was going to try to meddle with my holiday plans and Hunar’s life?
Fat chance.
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?HUNAR?
Spiced, earthysachemseed oil perfumed the bathroom as I tossed the empty hectaconorphine vial into the trash. I leaned my weight on the sink and stared at the mister perched on my shelf, the lines digging into my features deeper today than I remembered.
“Give that back!” Tahavir yelled from the hallway outside. I glanced at the door behind my foggy reflection in the mirror as he ran down the hall, chasing the others, his steps fading into the living room. No doubt Ladh had taken the first set of school supplies, warm off the printing bay.
They weren’t technically starting school, but “visiting” for now. Their teacher had been supportive in her message, finding a way to include them in activities so they’d feel normal, but the first few hours of school were off-limits. That time was reserved for human subjects, and considering the security risks, the teachers decided my brood couldn’t sit in those classes without permanent residency. It was a fair call, even if it compressed my morning hours at work.
But that also meant that I’d walk into a hangar already buzzing with people. Witnesses.
The tips of my tendrils shied away as I picked up the mister and finally looked at myself in the mirror. I was beyond a spritz here and there, so I uncapped the bottle and stepped into the shower, filling my palms with thesachemoil.
One by one, I coated my tendrils, flipping them over my head to get at the roots and the back of my neck. I wrapped one palm around mysenti,which was so diminished it felt like the skin of my knuckles rather than smooth and strong, and tried stretching it long with the oil. I worked it until it felt warm and my cock swelled just a tiny bit, rolling the end through my fingers and coating the base at the nape of my neck. It had been so long that it felt awkward to touch myself there again, but the breaths ebbed and flowed and my pulse thickened. I indulged for a moment, eyes closed, but ultimately felt chased by the cacophony outside the door.
