Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 4

chapter four

wrex

Apprehension stippled through their nerves. The taste of Kori lingered on their tongue, a lush profile they wanted to sample again as soon as she let them. Her throaty moans and mewling screams, the beautiful flex of her muscles as she held on for dear life…they wanted, no, craved more. There was no obligation, no contractual pressure, and that freedom was a heady experience.

Yet the idea of her reciprocation made Wrex inwardly cringe. They’d never wanted something so very badly while fearing it in equal measure.

Their fingers tightened on the handle of their travel case, the contents a welcome distraction. Kori set the control panel to alert her to any incoming signals and led them back to her bunk, her blanket wrapped around her waist, though they’d already seen her delectable bottom.

She smiled at them when she found her sheets tucked in, exactly how they were before she pulled them back for Wrex to sleep last night. Kori dropped the blanket with a blush and sat on the bed. Wrex sat down next to her and set the case between them, watching her wide-eyed expression when they clicked open the internal latches.

The case sprang open with a flourish, revealing two rows deep and two columns wide of specially crafted attachments shaped for their body. The Consortium had outfitted Wrex with a variety of manufactured genitalia to appease over two hundred and fifty different species of clientele along a varied gender spectrum. Instruments built for singular and dual penetration, others for insertion, and a few designed for both activities at once.

Wrex picked up a piece, a soft silicate that replicated the feel of flesh on contact. “This one has a micro interdimensional expansion inside which accommodates the length and girth of most species.”

Kori blinked. “You have a pocket dimension pussy?”

They chuckled. “Yes, exactly. It is a popular attachment,” they said. Wrex placed it back in the case in favor of another. “This one is also a client favorite.”

Her lips parted at the sight of the engineered phallus, textured to provide the epitome of pleasure. “Does that one adjust in size, too?”

“Of course,” said Wrex, puzzled why she would ask. “It wouldn’t do much good if it didn’t fit the client exactly.”

Excitement lit up her face, and Wrex couldn’t stop staring until she grasped their wrists. “Which one do you want to wear?”

They frowned, thrown by her question. “You…you want me to choose?” Their brow furrowed, unsure how to proceed. “Which do you prefer?”

Kori flapped a careless hand. “I enjoy both,” she said. “I promise, no matter what you wear, I’ll make sure you feel good too.”

They swallowed hard, knowing it was a vow she couldn’t keep. Their smile was tight as they held up the “pocket dimension pussy.” “Want to explore this one?”

“Ooo, think I can fit my whole arm in there?” She wiggled her eyebrows at them, her infectious mirth turning their smile genuine.

“Are you always this serious in the bedroom?” They teased. Wrex slid off the bed and stood to divest themselves of the remainder of their clothes.

“If you can’t be goofy with your clothes off, you’re not doing it right,” she said. Her brows drew up when their pants rolled down their waist, revealing the smooth paneled juncture between their legs. “You don’t wear everyday genitalia?”

They shrugged, unwilling to clarify. “Give me but a moment,” they said. The panels dislodged with a quiet click. Wrex braced their legs apart, inserting the piece into place where it blended in seamlessly with their flesh.

Kori licked her lips, drawing Wrex back down onto the bed. She kept moving them, until she laid them onto their back, crawling up between their legs in a position that mirrored their earlier activities.

“I don’t know if I can make you pass out, but I can at least take you on a trip through the stars.” She winked at them, lowering her head. Wrex watched her intently, waiting for the moment her mouth contacted the piece before they reacted .

They moaned and shifted, letting their knees fall open. The sight of her in motion was erotic. Her lashes were downcast, fluttering against her cheeks while her dark hair tickled their inner thighs. Wrex’s legs rested on the woman’s thick biceps, her hands splayed over their belly and around their ass, supporting their body in a way that they loved. An enthralling act that deserved a worthy reaction.

Wrex threw their head back to mimic the breathy gasps they’d heard from dozens of other clients. However, taking their eyes off Kori was a mistake.

“Wrex,” she said, her voice quiet.

Dread pooled in their belly. They tipped their face to look at her, the familiar sense of shame and disgust crawling up their throat.

“You can’t feel my touch,” she whispered.

“No,” they said. She hadn’t posed it as a question, but Wrex needed to answer her. Somehow, this female noticed immediately what so many of their clients had not. Though, if Wrex was honest with themselves, most simply didn’t care.