"I'm okay with that," I told her.
"Be patient with me, captain. And lead me the way that you would like me to go. I will do my best to follow. I only ask that you do not get upset with me for my romantic shortcomings. I was not properly prepared during my life to engage in the type of relationship that you desire. Still, it would be an honor to have a position among your prized lovers."
I couldn't help but smile at that revelation. She returned the expression with her whole face. It looked very genuine. I pulled one of her hands to my mouth to kiss the back of her fingers. She watched in amazement like she had never seen that done before. Then I dropped the hand to my lap to touch her face, pulling her chin toward me for a kiss.
I felt the quiver in her breath again. I naturally associated that with the excitement of a growing romance, sexual arousal only being a factor. Based on what she had just told me, it may be the only cause in her case.
I kissed gently on her small, thin lipped mouth, applying more pressure and intent with each contact. Her eyes remained open strangely, staring into mine. Her hair had been dark green when I first entered the room. During our conversation it had changed to a lighter shade. As we kissed, it quickly transformed to pitch black. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
I prodded at her lips with my tongue. She looked confused but tried her best to accommodate me. At first, that meant sucking on the tip of my tongue, which was amazingly arousing. When I wiggled it she quickly brought hers to the front to caress mine.
Our progress was slow, but I was enjoying it. Despite her freakish eternal gaze. Did her kind not even blink? Then I felt her hand massaging the form of my boner through my shorts. She had me super hard already. I wasn't planning on advancing that quickly, but in the moment it was difficult to resist.
I slid one hand up her lean thigh and under her shorts. The relatively loose fit allowed me to reach her special place easily. I ran my fingertips through the soft short hair of her sculptured bush that rested entirely above her pussy. When I gently brushed against her protruding clitoris, she began quivering more. I was delighted that despite her being from an alien species, things were not going to be that different.
I felt the surge of blood through my firm erection as she squeezed the broad shaft. Then a tingle when she rubbed the mushroom shaped head. I got adventurous and moved my fingers south into the crotch of her recently made uniform shorts. She was getting wet, too. Her anatomy and sexual organs were more familiar than I had feared. Then I prodded for the hole that was producing the lubricating secretion. After several seconds, I still couldn't find it.
Pulling back from our kiss, Aeren did not look near as twitterpated as I was getting. Instead, she resembled a librarian giving a new student basic instructions. "That orifice has not been used in years, Kash," she whispered to me. At least she knew not to speak with a normal voice in that situation.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"Keep pushing," she urged me with a nod. "Or I can get one of my fingers in it first. Yours are so much thicker. Would you like my mouth around your male sex organ as we forcibly pry open my vagina?
Would I like that? Fuck yeah! I nodded so hard that I felt my brain shaking in my skull. The forcibly prying open didn’t sound right but coupled with a blowjob opportunity I was willing to shrug that off as a communication issue.
"Excuse me, captain," a voice came from behind me. It certainly wasn't Aeren's hypnotic tone. I broke away from my lustful encounter to turn back and see Strawberry standing there. "I'm sorry to interrupt your investigation into the inner workings of alien intelligent life, but we have a problem."
"What?" I snapped at her angrily. Seeing her reaction, I realized that I was being unprofessional. "Sorry. What's wrong?"
I shifted around to face her, trying to hang my legs over the door side of the bed. My erection was so firm that it nearly prevented me from doing so. That fact did not go without notice by my serious-minded visitor.
"Dawynda has left the ship," Strawberry told me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
Dawynda had indeed exited the ship. Fortunately, she was stuck in the docking tube unable to operate the lift to actually enter the station. Thank the stars, to use a modern day expression. She was also unable to return back inside the Arketa Koreta. No, the ship had been renamed Mavdaios after our lost devil-girl friend. Still, the situation remained. We had a confused dragon inside our docking tube, which had a camera that could be accessed from station control.
Cinnamon had exited the ship to confirm at all outgoing cargo and been picked up, as well as placing scan markers for the incoming goods. When she returned inside she had not noticed that Dawynda had placed the tip of her tail in the exit door to prevent it from closing completely. The intelligent dragon then easily pried the sliding doors open to gain access to the docking tube. Gako refused to join her, reportedly calling her a crazy bitch.
"You can't do that?" I told the green dragon. Just weeks ago I was scared shitless of these creatures. Now I'm telling them what
