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Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @RyeTanker 

It's only the holodeck. Faye repeated the words in her mind over and over. It was true after all. Just like the other day, this was nothing but a collection of photons and lights, artificially generated smells and flavors. The warm breeze was the work of the ships environmental systems dialed up to match the proper weather on the given day on Risa, as per the parameters of whomever had designed this wonderful simulation of decadence and hedonism. Any food she might have consumed would have been re-created on the fly by the holodecks built in replicator technology, the manifestation hidden by the detailed parameters and algorithms that went into managing such a simulation. Even the faint buzz of emotion was simulated, and unlike the blank targets she'd been fighting in the security center, the creations here had a sort of background feedback noise going on. Not quite sentient, but enough to tickle and trick ever so slightly.

It's only the holodeck. And yet...and yet.

There was no denying that Faye's head was starting to swim again with the heady motions of the crowd as she followed Zark deeper into the holographic city. Her heart was beating fast, but it was a pleasant, steady beat, full of anticipation. Her skin was flush from the heat, from the crush of the populace, from the emotions radiating off of Zark, feelings that she was internalizing as her own, building upon and riding like a wave on the ocean. The desire to be put on display was there, just behind her chest, lingering, making her breath quicken, her pulse rush, and her body throb. Not to mention the Andorians parting shot about this being 'practice' had her practically dripping. The question of 'practice for what' had of course manifested itself, and she could only imagine the myriad of options there.

Once again, Faye pondered an 'after', a point in time when the galaxy was no longer balanced on the edge of a knife and Faye Eloi-Danvers had time to herself to follow pursuits not strictly related to Starfleet, or saving all of known creation. A long shore leave was the least that she could do for herself. Risa was going to be on that list...If the timing worked out. But then again, she reminded herself, it doesn't have to take that long. The Theurgy had made a few ports of call since she'd been thawed out, and while still on the run, there were...options.

She could let her imagination percolate, or she could indulge in the here and now. Of the two options, the latter seemed more immediately gratifying. Saving the notions of what might come down the line for later musings, she just managed to avoid getting a bit of second hand action. She covered her mouth and giggled, looking at the glistening mess she'd almost been hit by, and buried her face in the space between Zark's shoulder blades, shaking with barely restrained laughter. "I'm glad to see they're having fun," she managed to say without dissolving into a total fit of giggles.

The duo followed a siren song to a packed corner of the city, Zark dragging Faye along, both giggling and eager. A rhythmic thump preceded the actual music, and by the time they found themselves in the square, Faye could feel the beat of the song in her every step. Her hips began to sway and she gave Zark's hands a squeeze before the blue skinned woman broke off, making a beeline for one of the dancers. Faye didn't mind - she wasn't one to cling most of the time, and she knew that, soon enough, Zark would be back. She instead allowed herself to get caught up in the moment, bouncing from one partner to another. The next few minutes were full of soaring music, and the sweet feeling of hands on her body, and hers on others. She didn't care who, or what, was touching her, she simply danced, as if the rhythm of the music was what kept her heart beating in her chest and her lungs full of air.

At one point she found herself between a pair of Klimasz dancers, their long tongues snapping past her to snag butterflies out of the air, while their bodies pressed against hers. It was hectic, and perfect. Faye kept catching glimpses of Zark in the crowd as she pushed away from the twins, only to end up in the a triple armed embrace of an Edosian. Leaving him with a kiss on his bulbous forehead and a glimpse of her perky ass when her skirt flared, she worked her way closer and closer to orbit again in the wake of her companion.

It seemed they were of like mind as the two closed the distance between themselves, drawing the attention of others in the crowd. Which was...perfect. Exhilarating and arousing and just what Faye wanted. An audience. Soon she was trapped between Zark and the large man she had stalked out of the crowd earlier. She could feel the arousal pressing in against her ass from the other man, and the tight nipples of Zark's bust through their dresses. The two had clearly been playing, and Faye found that enticing. Facing the other man, Faye wound her arms around his neck and grinned up at him. "Hi there."

 What followed was the 'getting to know each other' phase at warp speeds. A few words, a soft laugh, all while their bodies ground together, and while Faye was getting felt up by Zark. She felt surprise radiate out from the Andorian, and then a spike of pleasure and anticipation. That was promising, but Faye kept her attention turned to the Polynesian man in front of her. He had a handful of her hair and was tilting her head back, pushing himself down onto her for a kiss. She was happy to oblige, returning it with gusto as her hands fumbled at his waist. She could feel his arousal, but there was something in the way. It took her a minute to fish him out of the grass skirt he was wearing, and she gripped his girth, earning a moan against her lips.

Rocking his hips back and forth, she felt the dick slide between her hands and she shivered. The kiss was broken and words were whispered into her ears. she flushed and nodded, burying her face in his chest for a moment, almost shy, before she sunk to her knees in front of him. She left a trail of kisses down his stomach, before she moved both of her hands to press his cock up against his pelvis, still standing proud between the strands of woven grass. They shifted to the side, so Faye could watch Zark out of the corner of her eyes as she began to nuzzle and kiss the mans swollen sack, there in the middle of the crowd of dancers.

Marveling at the way the holodeck managed to mimic the smell and taste of the man's arousal, Faye felt her head swimming as her hair was once again grasped. One hand left the cock, to paw at her chest, squeezing her breast beneath her dress. The other gripped the base of that shaft and pointed to her lips. Soon her mouth was full of him, her lips wrapped around his cockhead and her tongue pushing the foreskin down to give her access to the swollen gland it hid. All the while she watched, slightly wide-eyed, as Zark's partner seemed eager to exert himself.

Having had a tussle or two with the formidable male half of the Klingon species, she had an idea of what her friend was in store for. Physically embodying the age-old axiom that 'redundancy was good,' Faye could well imagine what was about to happen, and a quick glance showed her bare skinned friend pressed to the wall. The Klingon was all muscle and bulk, hands gripping the Andorian and maneuvering her into place. There was a growl that was all the Klingon, and a squeal that could only be her friend as the security officer was taken there on the street.

Cheers from the crowd rang out, causing Faye to shiver and squirm, her head bobbing up and down on the holographic cock, while next to her, the Klingon settled his paws around Zark's thighs, pulling her legs up over his hips and shifting the angle of his assault. Twin, ridged shafts pulled back, till just the flared tips remained inside, and then rocked forward. Faye could hear the wet slap-slap-slap of the alien bodies coming together, each cock probing deep, deep into Zark. His heavy balls dangled between his legs, clear only display, but Faye didn't really get a chance to look at them before the hand in her hair pushed her head further down, drawing her attention back to the cock nestling its way into her throat...

Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

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[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy]   Attn: @Brutus

The rumours didn't do the experience justice as Zark felt the two ribbed ridges slam hard and deep into her.  Even more gloriously, the pair of penises belonged to a Klingon, which meant he had the strength to hold up the Andorian's relatively light frame and the stamina to keep his hips going.  With each slap of skin, Zark's moans turned into pants of pleasure that soon began to sound like rapid breathing.  The athletic blue legs crossed themselves to help find purchase as she was being driven crazy.  The only thing that was really unpleasant at this point was the wall she was being fucked on.  Being screwed on a private, or public ,wall sounded great in theory, but the Andorian could feel her back being aggressively exfoliated.  Using what little concentration she had, the blue woman leaned into the Klingon and wrapped her arms around his neck.  The Klingon judged this to be fantastic as he lifted her up and Zark let out a loud "Unghhhhh!" as she slid harder onto the poles while they were being shoved straight up her sex and ass.

The blue head and white locks were thrown back as she threw a yell of passion skyward as the Klingon bounced her on his two rods.  The waves of pleasure that were rocketing through the Zhen were too much and she closed her eyes as the Klingon walked around and bounced her up and down for the whole crowd to see and they cheered when a thrust elicited a squeal or a yell from the Andorian. Zark's ability to hold on was quickly becoming questionable as she buried her head on his shoulder. Her pants and groans were colliding to the point where she couldn't get them out fast enough and she was going to start begging for release and just to be filled from the two pumps inside her.

Then suddenly she was on the ground and the merciless pistoning stopped. Zark mewled in protest. She was so close! Raising her body on her elbows, eyes glittering lustily and dangerously while the Risian sun highlighted her naked breasts. The sound of the crowd registered as they chanted. "The train! The train! The train!" The wha?   she thought through her aggressively erotic haze. The Klingon smiled as he waved his two glistening poles at her, then pushed her onto the ground. Another pair of party goers rushed in and lifted a familiar blue skirt with tanned legs above her field of vision.

The Klingon shoved her into position and her hips rose then landed on a solid pair of thighs. He was inside her again and the party goers dropped Faye's nethers on Zark. It took a mighty act of concentration from her fraying mind, but she could think of only one thing to do as the Zhen's blue tongue parted Faye's flower and began lapping the juices that flowed forth.
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Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

Reply #27
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @RyeTanker 

Even considering that the man in front of her was a hologram, Faye still felt the tingling glow of desire bubbling between her legs, and the wave of pseudo lust from the holograms. This mixed with the actual emotions that the Andorian was broadcasting off to the side, as her body was smashed back against the wall of the closest building, braced there for the Klingon to get a bit of extra leverage. Faye could see the mans hips pistoning back and forth, Zark's arms wrapping around him as he dropped her down onto his double shafts.  But Faye didn't watch for long, as hot as that was, since she had other matters to attend to.

With her head swimming in a sea of desire, she groaned aloud, her lips stretched around the prick pushing past the back of her mouth and into her throat propper. The groan became a gag, but Faye relaxed her throat quickly after.  The man had both of his hands in her hair now, gripping firmly, sending shivers down her spine, not unlike how Zark had gripped her hair the day before in the security center. There was none of the embarrassment that had been present then however, and only the spark of arousal as her face was fucked. She brought her hands up, against his thighs, squeezing the warm skin and bracing herself as her partner of convenience went to town. More and more Faye grew fuzzy, lost in the moment, her head bobbing of her own volition as much as his control, her tongue pressing out against the bottom of his shaft, until it tickled the sack of his balls.

Faye felt, as much as heard, the man groaned louder. A tremble ran up his leg, under her fingers, and she knew what was about to happen. Slipping her hands around to the back of his thighs, she grabbed tight and buried her face against his pelvis, eyes darting up, smoldering black onyx that watched him above her, felt the press of his stomach against her cheek, saw the way his face scrunched up. All the tell-tale signs. His eyes squeezed tight and he let out a rumbling moan that shook his body as his balls emptied down Faye's throat. A thick heat poured down into her stomach, and she swallowed, grasping tightly to him, before he pulled back, spilling the last of his seed on her tongue.

How the hell did they get the taste right? Was the first thought that ran through her head, followed swiftly by, fuck me that was hot. She blinked, looked up at him, mouth agape, and then closed and swallowed, deciding she'd worry about the how and what later. The man that had been using her ran his thumb under her lip, grinning at her, and stumbled away, his hips swaying once more as he began to pound a heavy beat, stomping his left foot with each step away. If his dick was slick and swaying in the wind, he didn't seem to be bothered at all, and Faye was left kneeling, laughing at the sight, and licking her lips.

She wasn't left to her own devices very long at all, as the audience - many dancing still, pressed in. Fingers tangled in her hair, ran over her jaw, her shoulders, her arms. Every inc that was currently exposed was touched, an invitation given by the Betazoids performance. Heat blossomed again between her legs, that oh so familiar ache, before she let out an undignified squawk. Hands hooked up under her arms and pulled her to her feet, and then more hands were there, bodies pressing in, as she was lifted up into the air. She twisted a bit and found herself manhandled over toward Zark. Having lost track of what had happened to the Andorian, she saw her - friend at the very least now - on her back not far away with the Klingon re-entering her via a mighty thrust.

Train? What Train? she asked, hearing the word repeated, and then someone shouting 'Chu-chu-chu! leaving her wondering if the Zebulon Sisters had been programmed into the holodeck for an impromptu street performance. Utterly befuddled, the world spun around Faye for a moment - more accurately, the lithe diplomat was spun around by the crowd, and then dropped down into place above Zark. She let out an audible "Ooof!" as her knees connected with the ground, but someone was propping her back up as she started to fall forward.

It was the Klingon, who had pressed one of his hands to her chest, stabilizing her, and groping her through her shirt. He grinned a toothy grin, and barked out a quick suggestion. Though, with how throaty his words were, "yIQongchoHtaHvIS daH 'e' yIHarQo'," sounded far more like an order. And one that Faye thought was quite excellent. She groaned aloud though, as Zark, taking her own initiative, leaned up and started to lap at Faye, her tongue parting the Betazoids folds and sending pleasing shivers up her spine. The blue-skinned woman would find that her companion was practically dripping with desire, and without missing a beat Faye sat back for a moment, her hands gripping the Klingon's, squeezing hard and using him for support while rocking her hips against Zark's face.

Not wishing to smother the Andorian (or gods forbid, accidently smash her friend antenna) she wiggled her hips from side to side and pulled up enough to give Zark room to breathe. Then meeting the Klingon's gaze - who, bless him, had not missed a single beat and was working his own hips in rhythm to the music - leaned forward, letting go of his hand and bracing herself. Her ass rose into the air, making it just a bit harder for Zark to get to her cunt, but really the effort had to be worth it, right? By leaning forward Faye got a front row seat to the view of the Klignon's ridged upper shaft plunging into and stretching Zark's folds around it.

"Fuck me that is so hot," she exclaimed, earning some cheers from the crowd. Remembering the words from the holographic Klingon, she leaned down, and started pressing kisses to Zark's pelvis. She nibbled and licked, biting the join of the other woman's hip to her groin, leaving a mark. Zark had left so many the other day - and tended to them today - that it only seemed fair. But with Zark tonguing at her pussy, Faye could not resist the urge of returning the favor for long. She moaned, eyes fluttering, and looked up at the Klingon as she drew her tongue down across the top of Zark's folds, and then over the ridges of the mans dick, from the point he'd entered the Andorian to the base. Flicking her tongue side to side she traced back, and did her best to spend the next eternity lapping at the point where zark was being penetrated.

Faye could not tell how long that lasted. Time seemed to stretch out as heat bloomed and spread between her legs, little starbursts of pleasure exploding here and there, leaving juices dripping down her friend's chin. Occasionally she would pull away to get her own breath, sitting back onto Zark's face briefly only to lean forward again. Just as she was about to sit back again however, she felt a pair of hands grip and spread her ass, as something heavy plopped between the crease of her cheeks and rubbed back and forth. She tried to turn around and look, but the Klingon had a hand on her head again, pushing her face back towards Zark's dick filled cunt.

ooc: Translation: Stick your face down between her legs

Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

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[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy]   Attn: @Brutus

Zark wasn't in an unfamiliar situation despite the pounding her crotch was taking and having Faye sitting on her face.  When she would get home after a deployment, it was normal for her to drop her bags, stretch, then immediately get swarmed by her husbands and wife.  After a good nice hug and all the nice things they needed to say about missing each other, one of them, usually her wife would plunge her hands into her pants or under her skirt and immediately begin getting her wet.  They would then would drag her off to an thick cushioned bench, otherwise known as an ottaman, and everyone would strip, though Zark took a little longer since she was being blissfully fondled.  One husband would lie down on the cushion and Zark would plunge her ass onto him, then while lying back, he'd grab her tits from behind and begin using them to guide the Zhen back and forth on his pole while the other husband went for her vag.  The Shen was by no means left out as she'd place her sex over Zark's face and command Zark to please her.  The only difference in the current case was one Klingon ramming her instead of two Andorians and a really hot Betazoid instead of a Shen.  It didn't matter since it meant that Zark had trained actions, she could call on, though it was bit different since Ryn would typically try to smother her while Faye was playing hard to get.  As Zark groaned and moaned from being stretched inside, she would get rushes of pleasure as Faye worked her clit the noises of lust coming from the Zhen would get higher and louder.  There was little conscious thought as she was becoming high from the stimulation and the crowd was soon being drowned out by the sounds of ecstasy coming from her throat. 

The Andorian cushion wasn't in any danger of going hoarse or thirsty as she tasted the veritable waterfall that Faye pumped out and the blue tongue milked the Betazoid, feeling the warm juices trickle and flow down her chin and the side of her face. Zark tried to drink greedily, but Faye kept pulling herself away, or the Klingon would thrust even deeper and Zark didn't h ave a choice as her body was forced back while she yelped happily.  A nip down below also elicited a very happy groan from the Andorian as she continued to feel the pressure build up in her core and crotch.  The Andorian's semi lucid vision opened as Faye pulled away again, but Zark wasn't having it as her arms grabbed Faye's waist and pulled her down.  She was going to pleasure the Betazoid while she could, and she locked Faye in place while she prodded and teased the flowers and nub on her, and Faye responded very well to the forced stimulation while the crowd cheered. 

Zark though eventually had to give in to the sensations and she let go of everything as she felt began to moan and scream louder and faster while the Klingon increased his pace, then began to twist around inside her and the Zhen once again just wanted him to fucking cum and let her get on with the business of having screaming orgasm.  There was a green woman, an Orion standing over her and she had a ridged purple tripod in her hand.  Zark watched fascinated as she was groaning while the topless green sex being pressed a button and a subtle thrum could be heard.  Green hands spread Faye's ass open and plunged the wide girthed toy in and Faye's body jerked as she got a new source of stimulation.  The green being then bent one leg around and plunged the rest of it into the vagina that Zark no longer had the capability to get to as she felt herself getting ready for release.  The final leg somehow stretched and Zark moaned loudly as her eyes widened as the pulsing prong was shoved into her mouth and her body arched in ecstacy as she was stimulated from every fuckable orfice on her body.

Mere minutes passed though it felt like hours and Zark felt her insides grip the ridged shaft inside her and the toy was suddenly removed as she began yelling as the orgasm raced from her sex to the top of her head and to every corner of her body.  A warm thick liquid began to flow over her chin, neck, and chest as a gush entered her vagina and the Andorian began jerking as the clashing orgasms bounced around inside her, rolling and pulsing every nerve in her body.  When she stopped yelling, Zark lay there gasping as she stared at the sky and the sexy Orion who was busy pulsing the toy in and out of Faye working her to a frenzy as well.  Part of Zark wondered just what she'd been sprayed with and a rapid cooling sensation on her crotch told her that the Klingon had pulled one of his dick's out and jerked it all over Faye and herself, but what had covered her face aside from Faye?  Weakly lifting her fingers to her chin, Zark drew a line to her mouth expecting to taste semen, but the sweetness said it was something else entirely.  With her brain addled by masses of endorphins, it took a moment to realize that they'd pumped tropical fruit nectar on her. We're so gonna need a bath after this. Zark thought in a one track fashion until she saw Faye let loose and white liquid began to leak from the Betazoid's ass and sex.  Totally need a bath now. Zark thought lazily as the liquid began to drip on her.

"All hail the Festival Queens!  Let us take them to the pools of cleansing!  Their attendants await!"  Someone yelled.  The crowd roared with approval in responses.

"Yay" was all Zark could manage as she weakly flopped a hand in the air.
Lieutenant (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark), Combat Medic [Show/Hide]

Lieutenant Commander Frank Arnold, Chief Engineer [Show/Hide]

Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @RyeTanker 
At some point down the line, Faye was going to have to find the creator of this program (if Zark were not the creator herself, Faye could no longer  remember what she had been told earlier that evening) and thank them. Profusely. Probably with a lot of tongue involved. Ideally put to use in more than just a lip locked kiss. But she was getting ahead of herself, and thinking about some future act of gratitude really wasn't something she had the brain power for. Marveling at the ingenuity of the program, the feeling of a feminine hand on her rump, and something that buzzed pressing against her puckered asshole was about the speed at which Faye could function right then. 

She just managed to toss her sweat soaked hair out of her face and look back over her shoulder in time to see an Orion woman smiling at her before the toy shoved into her ass, eliciting a sharp yelp and a brief hiss of pain, before, wonder of wonders, the thing started to lubricate itself (and by virtue of being inside Faye's rather tight rump, lubricating her ass as well).  "Sweet fuck."

Hardly an eloquent exclamation, but then in times of intense passion Faye's normally crisp and refined erudition became considerably more concise and crude. 'Sweet Fuck' would do just nicely, and was wasn't a sweet sort of fucking she was getting now. Rough fuck would have been more adapt as a second buzzing synthetic prick pierced her, sinking into her cunt this time. Ever so briefly she flashed back to a night of passion with Mikayla MacGregor, but then she hung her head down, saw the blue expanse of Andorian belly ending in a stretched blueberry cunt, and the only thoughts of 'Klingon' were the man pounding away at Zark. 

"Ah...ahhh, unnf, fuck fuck, aaaahhh," she babbled and moaned her way along. At some point she'd realized that Zark's mouth was no longer being put to use on her clit and she hung her head down, sweat pooling along her hair and looked down between them, just glimpsing a shot of Zark sucking down on a third leg of whatever the Orion woman had strapped onto (into?) herself. So banging whoever created this later.

Mewling, moaning and crying out, she felt her body start to tremble. Her dress hung about her middle, having been yanked down off her shoulders and bunched up over her hips.  It made for an excellent point of leverage as the Orion had gripped it tightly after having affixed Faye in both holes with her multi pronged vibrator. Given the intensity of it all it was no surprise that no one involved in the cluster fuck lasted much longer past the arrival of the green-skinned contributor to the open air orgy. When it was all over and Faye had time to reflect, she would not be able to say if it was the probing from behind, spreading and pulsing inside of her cunt and ass that sent her over the edge, or if it was the dam breaking within Zark, and the emotional backwash of the oh so talented Andorian that triggered the Betazoid's orgasm, drowning in the alien wave of pleasure that assaulted her senses. 

Clearly the program was designed to have the male participant of the orgy reach his peak when the sensors detected that the flesh and blood hedonists climaxed. Faye was passingly aware of something grunted in Klingonese as a hand roughly jerked her head up and held her in place, ignoring her cries of pleasure that had her body quaking and warmth gushing out of her twat. Head lolling save for the grip on her hair, she just managed to focus her eyes forward in time to see the massive Klingon prick pop out of Zark, leaving behind quiet an impressive stain dripping down from those blueberry petals before it was thrust into her face, exploding again. Some of it ended up in her hair (unavoidable, but unfortunate) and some of it ended up in her mouth (dutifully, Faye swallowed0 but most of it ended up splattering across the young diplomats face, forcing her to shut her eyes for a moment, and leave one shut, coated as it became.

And then he dropped her head back onto Zark's body, and Faye shuddered, feeling suddenly empty as the Orion withdrew herself from the equation, and popped out of Faye's tight bum and swollen cunt. Gasping for air, she blinked her eye open in time to see the crowd gathering in and carefully lifting her and Zark up, to bear them away to some baths to be washed off.

"Always said I was a Queen,"{/color] she managed through a fit of giggles, curling up against one of the festival revelers as she was borne into an ornate looking bathhouse to be tended to. 


Re: Day 11 [1700 hrs.] Ode to Risian Sunrises

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[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Holodeck 6 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy]   Attn: @Brutus

The bare breasted blue beauty waited for the cheering crowd to move Faye and her dripping went cunt from her view.  A white drop stretched itself from her loaded sex and Zark turned her head away and closed an eye as it elongated, then separated and fell on her cheek.  Zark giggled as she felt the drip land and she took a moment to run her index finger along her partner's slit, with a slight press inside, and coating the end of her finger.  Another set of hands reached for and lifted the two of them where she was hoisted along with Faye onto the shoulders of two muscular and very well defined men then carried to a nearby spa.  Zark smiled at Faye as they were lifted off the ground and she waved her cum coated finger before sticking it in her mouth and sucking the liquids off.

Zark didn't bother to taste as she swallowed before laying her hands on the men's heads to keep herself stable then dropped and shook her head for a moment.  This was definitely one of the more extravagant events that she'd heard about and if the actual thing was even remotely close, she was looking at sleeping for a whole week afterwards.  Watching her firm chest sway a bit, the buxom Andorian smiled as they were carried into a large white stucco building dominated by open arches that faced out to the beaches and water.  Zark giggled as a naked Vulcan greeted the pair with an interesting combination of grace and sensuality, very un-Vulcan like, especially the purple and bronze highlights in her hair.  "Your Majesties, welcome to your private retreat where we are here to see to your every need.  After you enter and are put down, just remove your clothes and we'll have them cleaned and.."  A very Vulcan eye arch. "..Mended.  Before you go in, are there any specifics about the attendants that you prefer?"

Zark's white steel eyebrows rose as she looked at Faye and puffed out her cheeks in thought.  "Uhmmmm, I guess a mix for me but mainly females, humanoids."  The greeter grinned pleasantly and made some annotations on the screen in front of her and Zark felt an urge of silliness kick in.  "Are you available?"  The greeter smiled which caused the Andorian's eyes to widen as her mind worked to read the smile on the face and she realized that the Vulcan was being seductive. "I can certainly join you if that's your desire."  Zark bit her lower lip as she mulled this one over. "Err, I was joking, but uhmm, I think I'd like that."  With that, the Vulcan nodded and made a few more annotations.  "Very well.  I'll join you when you enter the bath.  You will have 3 other attendants in addition to myself.  A Bajoran male, a Bolian female, and a human female.  Will this suffice?"

At this point, the choices were getting heady and Zark was starting to get a little overwhelmed at the service being provided.  "Yeah, That'll work."  While the greeter worked to get Faye's preferences sorted out, Zark asked the guys to put her down. "I'd like to walk in and see the place.  I also need to stretch my legs."   Landing gracefully, Zark walked and shimmied out of the remains of her dress.  The intense banging she'd received seemed to have accelerated the wearing out of the hip band as the dress came off much more easily than when she'd put it on.  As soon as she felt cloth hit her foot, Zark kicked the cum covered dress off to a wall where it was transported out. It was a computer creation, but Zark still marvelled at the clear blue water that filled a sand coloured pool inlaid with intricate patterns of gold, silver, and other stained glass tiles.  The patterns were woven together to provide a soothing and enfolding flow for anyone in the water.  Lounge chairs and and benches surrounded the pool along with tropical trees, flowers, and a few statues.  The very naked Andorian stopped and giggled when she saw the source of the water filing the pool was a statue of a naked Klingon, very double erect and water arcing out of his appendages. "Oh Lor'Vela, who thought up that one?" she muttered to herself.

Zark's gawking was interrupted when the bronzed Vulcan who'd greeted them gently placed a hand on her arm. "My lady, this way." She softly told the Andorian as she gestured towards the water.  The Zhen took a moment to see how Faye was handling the whole thing before shooting her a look that amounted to I think I'm ready to cum again right here.  as her feet stepped into the crystal clear waters that would cleanse, relax, and since it was Risa, relieve Zark of all her tensions. Again.
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