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  Falling into each other’s arms, they drifted together toward Earth. The landing lights flashed on and a soft bell sounded—followed by a round of enthusiastic clapping and cheers from their fellow passengers.

  “Cabin crew, prepare for arrival,” the pilot announced.

  Stewards smirked knowingly at the multitude of flushed-faced couples while checking that everyone was harnessed securely into his or her seat. Cherae straightened her clothes and quickly finger-combed her hair into place as she slid into her own spot.

  “We’ll reach Earth’s atmosphere in approximately five minutes,” the steward informed them. He nodded casually toward Cherae’s panties, wrapped about the armrest. “Be sure you don’t leave anything important behind.”

  “Oh! Thank you.” Opening her briefcase to stow her wayward underwear, she sighed. “The fun’s over. It’s back to business, I guess.”

  “Think positive,” Jax assured her with a quick peck on her cheek. “You’ve been a very good girl. Everything will turn out all right. Just wait and see.”

  * * * * * *

  “Congratulations Ambassador Longbow. I’m so happy to serve on your team.”

  Cherae turned and nodded at the young woman in the reception line. She was Martian like Jax, tall and thin, fair of hair and skin with glowing amber eyes. The cold, sun-restricted, terra-formed world seemed to breed them that way. Was she an adventurous spirit like Jax?

  “Thank you, Ms…?”

  “Kaylin Rengnor. But please call me Kay. Magnus Prime will be my first assignment. I’m nervous, but I’m also excited.”

  Cherae shook her hand and smiled. She admired the girl’s spunk. “Same here. Welcome aboard.”

  “You from the Pyramid zone or the Canyon area?” Jax quizzed her, taking her by the hand and kissing the inside of her wrist in the traditional Martian manner.

  “The Canyon. It’s great to serve with another Martian,” Kay said, lowering her eyes shyly. “There’s not that many of us in the diplomatic corps. Well, there’s not that many of us altogether now, are they? ‘Rare as a native Martian’, like they say here on Earth.”

  Jax raised a silvery eyebrow and lowered his voice to a purr. “Maybe together we can help solve that problem someday?”

  Cherae gave her assistant—correction, her newly appointed deputy ambassador—a nudge with her elbow. He immediately took the hint and tuned down his open flirting.

  “Kay, have you met the others on our team yet?” Cherae asked. The girl shook her head. “Moll, Rafe. Come over here and introduce yourselves.”

  The remainder of the first diplomatic corps to Magnus Prime disengaged themselves from their conversations with several of the lower-level commissioners, presenting themselves at Cherae’s side.

  “Rafe Concho at your service.” The well-built, cafe-au-lait colored male thrust his big hand forward and proceeded to practically shake Kay’s thin arm off. “I handle the technical side of communications. My partner here,” he said, turning to Moll, a curvaceous Irishwoman with flowing flame-red tresses, “handles information gathering and dissemination for the High Commission.”

  “In other words, I’m a spook,” Moll said out of the corner of her smile, lightly shaking Kay’s hand. “But don’t worry. We know of nothing about the Magnens to spy on yet. In fact, we know precious little about them at all.”

  “And that’s about to be rectified.”

  High Commissioner Semprini’s booming voice from the doorway immediately silenced the room. Despite his stout shape, he strode quickly to the front. “Now, if you all will kindly take your seats, we’ll begin this briefing.”

  Cherae took the seat next to Semprini at the long conference table, with Jax at her right. Honored as she was by the award for meritorious service to the Alliance and her recent promotion to full ambassador status, whatever it was they were about to learn about the Magnens, she still wanted someone she could trust at her side.

  Semprini quickly dismissed the ceremonial Space Marines. They stepped out of the chamber, sealing the doors behind them. “Good,” he said, clearing his throat and loosening the collar of his dress shirt. The High Commissioner, a man known throughout the Alliance for the strength of his resolve, looked undeniably uncomfortable.

  “Before we replay the Magnen transmission,” he began slowly, “I feel I have to warn you all of the extreme delicacy of this diplomatic operation. Magnus Prime is located in a vulnerable area of Alliance space. We desperately need their planet in the Alliance. We can’t afford to offend the Magnens in any way.”

  He nodded to Cherae and her aides. “That is why we’ve assembled a top-notch staff of young and able-bodied diplomats, just as the Magnens requested. We’ve agreed to only send our best, brightest and most open-minded. Men and women willing to learn the Magnen customs, and to pursue them with heartfelt enthusiasm. I feel confident that Ambassador Longbow and her team will do us proud.”

  The assembled commissioners riveted their gaze upon Cherae. Her cheeks instantly warmed. It was as if they were undressing her with their eyes.

  She rose, nodding politely to her superiors. “Thank you, High Commissioner, ladies and gentlemen. It’s an honor to be entrusted with such a sensitive and vital diplomatic duty. But that’s about the hundredth time you’ve used the adjective ‘open-minded’ with regards to the Magnens’ wishes for a diplomatic liaison. Can I be so bold as to ask why, sir?”

  Semprini cleared his throat loudly and signaled for the transmission to begin. “You’ll understand soon enough, Ambassador Longbow.”

  Cherae settled into her chair and concentrated her attention on the holographic visual materializing in the center of the broad oval table. A short header caption announced, “Catlani Diplomatic Mission to Magnus Prime, Stardate 2497.69 First Contact.”

  “The Catlani have dealt with them before?” Jax whispered in her ear. “Have they been acting as our go-betweens?”

  “Yes.” Cherae whispered back. “I only found out about the Catlani this morning. They’ve vouched for our good intentions and ‘open-mindedness’—whatever that word means to the Magnens.”

  As the caption dissolved, a look of recognition flashed over Jax’s face. He leaned back in his seat and smiled. “I have a pretty good idea. Look.”

  Cherae returned her gaze to the transmission image. “Oh…I see.”

  The holographic image before them showed the entire Catlani delegation aboard their vessel disrobing—peeling back their usual layers of clothing down to their hairless red-orange skin. A time skip occurred and then the transmission picked up on the Catlani again, showing the same nude assembly donning gossamer-thin silk robes outside a castle-like fortress. There they slowly entered through a towering doorway into a large hall lined with towering stone columns. Members of another race similarly attired in transparent garments appeared, escorting the Catlani further into the chamber.

  “Are those gorgeous beings the Magnens?” Kay exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any race so beautiful in my life.”

  Cherae nodded. The only word to describe them was remarkable. Bipedal like most of the Alliance races, they appeared tall, lithe and graceful with willowy hands and softly elongated earlobes. Magnen skin tones seem to range from a light blue to a dark blue-purple; their hair hung long and straight down their backs in shades from white gold to sunny yellow. Their thin, oval faces displayed large silver-blue eyes, small turned-up noses and full, smiling lips.

  And their genitalia… Cherae gulped hard. Through their sheer robes, it was more than obvious that Magnen males were more than well endowed—they were extremely well endowed.

  “Good Lord! Get a load at that Magnen’s hard-on,” Moll whispered, apparently a little louder than she intended. She blushed, settling back into her seat. “Sorry. Got carried away there.”

  Rafe reached over and squeezed her left hand. “You can’t be half as horny as I am watching those Magnen females. I sure hope they’re females!”

  “They’re females, all right,” J
ax assured him. “Look at the Catlani males getting it on with them. The one Catlani is trying to get all of that Magnen female’s tit into his mouth while he fucks her brains out. Just look at her hips twisting!”

  “The Magnen females aren’t just double-jointed—they’re triple-jointed!” Rafe sighed. “Those lucky Catlani bastards.”

  Moll reached under her short skirt and began stroking her pussy in rhythm with the sexual frenzy displayed before them. “Hmmm, to be made love to by a race with obvious advanced sexual techniques and generously proportioned anatomy would be sheer bliss. Don’t you think so, Kay?”

  Kay rapidly fanned herself with a memo. “I’ve never had any boyfriends quite as gifted as those Magnen males are. I’m not sure I could handle them.”

  Rafe licked his lips slowly and yanked down his pants zipper to free his rapidly engorging member, encouraging Kay to lend a hand to his efforts. “Well, that one Catlani female spread-eagled on that raised dais seems to be enjoying herself immensely.”

  Cherae bit her lip and thought hard. “I recognize her. That’s Catdonia, a former Catlani ambassador to Vigenia I met several years ago. So, I assume the Magnen she’s with is the…?”

  “Yes, that’s the Magnen emperor, Ezrod,” Semprini informed her. Cherae noticed from the corner of her eye that the High Commissioner’s shirt was half-open now and he was loosening his belt.

  Jax squeezed Cherae’s hand, placing it with his on top of her own damp pussy, massaging it in quick circles. “I think Catdonia’s about to orgasm,” he said. “Watch.”

  The insistent cries of the Catlani ambassador were unmistakable in the buzz of the orgy occurring all around them. Soon both diplomatic corps slowed their fevered couplings, focusing their attentions on the pale-blue-skinned Emperor and his partner. Cherae moaned as Jax increased the pressure on her pussy. The image before them showed Ezrod thrusting his enormous cock into Catdonia as they reached what could only be described as a planet-shattering mutual climax.

  “Hurrah! Hurrah!” the assembled Magnen and Catlani diplomats cried. “To peace and togetherness forever. The treaty is sealed. Friends forever. Let the celebrations begin!”

  The intergalactic bacchanalia began in earnest once more. Lusty moans filled the commissioners’ conference room as the majority continued to pleasure themselves—and each other—to the sound of the sweet sighs and arresting images of the frolicking diplomats from Catlani and Magnus Prime.

  Cherae bucked her clit hard against the friendly pressure of Jax’s digits, reaching over to alleviate some of his building tension as well. She threw back her head with a welcome cry of release before availing herself of a quick afternoon snack of Martian candy cane.

  Jax released a throaty chuckle as the transmission finally ended and the lights came back on. He zipped up his pants and helped Cherae to her feet.

  “Well, well…” He handed her his handkerchief to dab at the cum dribbled on her chin. “It isn’t quite shaking hands and signing on the dotted line this time around, now is it?”

  “No, it isn’t.” Cherae wiped her lips and straightened her skirt before turning to formally address her team members. “Tomorrow morning at 0800, we’ll meet at the infirmary to update our birth control and STD vaccinations. Then we’ll return to my office to begin our in-depth study of Magnus Prime’s unique culture and customs.”

  “Anything else, Ambassador?” Kay asked, quickly re-buttoning her blouse.

  “Yes. Don’t bother to dress.”

  * * * * * *

  Sighing with satisfaction, Cherae reluctantly tore herself away from her companion’s strong embrace.

  “Thank you, Captain Brannigan. It’s been more than a pleasure traveling with you and your crew. It’s been a…it’s been an adventure.”

  The broad-shouldered spaceship commander squeezed her bare buttocks and pressed his lips lightly against hers. “Mmm, it sure has been an adventure, Ambassador. An adventure of discovery…an adventure of mind-expanding, mind-bending, mind-blowing discovery. I can honestly say that helping your team perfect their negotiating skills has been the most worthwhile enterprise the crew of the Valiant has ever had the privilege of engaging in.”

  “I’m so sorry we have to leave after we’ve all become such close…chums.” Cherae lightly pushed against the mattress, drifting off the captain’s bunk. Her sky blue satin robe, decorated with Native American symbols, hung from a hook on the back of the cabin door beside the captain’s black silk robe as it had on many an occasion during their voyages. She pulled her robe around her, cinching it with its bright orange sash before sliding her feet into magnetized slippers that anchored her feet to the floor.

  Brannigan floated behind her, nibbling on her earlobes and caressing her curves through the silky fabric. He wrapped his brawny, bronze-skinned legs around her. His scent was a musky mix of his usual spicy cologne and sex. “I bet Ezrod can’t make you scream like I can. I bet he can’t give you multiple orgasms like Jax and I did during the practice diplomatic orgy sessions.”

  “I bet you’re right.” She wrapped an arm backward around his neck, twining her fingers through his thick mane of golden curls, and smiled. “But I’ve got to at least go through the motions—and be mighty convincing. The Magnens don’t take too kindly if you don’t enjoy their attentions. That recent communiqué about the Borklun ambassador who refused to enjoy herself with His Royal Highness and his court—and how the Magnens immediately shut down diplomatic talks—doesn’t exactly build up my confidence. I hope I don’t suffer from performance anxiety.”

  Brannigan briskly massaged her shoulders while pressing his hardon against her buttocks. “Don’t worry, Cherae. You’re a natural. That’s why they picked you for this assignment.”

  “You think so?”

  “After that last practice session, when you pleasured all seven males on board at once, I know so. You don’t suffer from any shyness or lack of confidence in your technique. But if you feel you’re in need of a refresher course…” He unfastened her robe and stroked her nipples. “I’m more than willing to give you a few more pointers.”

  Cherae tilted her head sideways and kissed him. “I thought you’d say something like that.”

  Brannigan unlocked his legs from about her waist and gently floated behind her. “Keep the gravi-slips on your feet. I need something anchored to hold onto while I fuck your brains out. Otherwise I may ram you and your cute ass into a bulkhead. Assume the position, seaman.”

  Cherae grinned and saluted. “Aye, aye, captain.”

  She bent over to receive the captain’s thick cock from behind. With the same body mass yet no weight, zero-g sex was both exhilarating and complicated. But most of all, it was fun—as her team and the crew of the Valiant had discovered during their six week voyage to Magnus Prime.

  Private sessions of sensual exploration soon gave way to group encounters. This had been a part of Cherae’s plan. The Magnens’ idea of hospitality involved public orgies, some practically being planet-wide on high holy days or festivals according to Catlani’s accounts. Her team had to be prepared and relaxed. What better way than to ask for the assistance of their fellow shipmates?

  Cherae moaned as Brannigan’s cock hit home, purring at the memories of their recent ship-wide encounters. Rafe and Moll had, of course, joined in on the fun and games with typical gusto. Their techie counterparts aboard ship had been easily talked into joining the fray, and soon the entire crew could be found performing their duties half-dressed from first watch to third.

  Kay and Jax had grown particularly close in recent weeks, Cherae noticed. Native Martians were about to become less rare in the galaxy, if her women’s intuition was correct. Instead of feeling jealous that Jax had found a new playmate, she was delighted for them both. Maybe she’d get to assume the role of godmother someday in the future?

  “I’m going to miss how sweet and tight you are,” Brannigan murmured, thrusting into her with practiced efficiency. His grasp on her hips held all the fer
vor of a drowning man clinging to a life preserver. “I’m going to miss hearing you scream and scream until my ears ring.”

  Cherae closed her eyes and stroked her clit, savoring the myriad sensations flooding her consciousness. “Hmm…I’m going to miss how you can never get enough of my cunt, captain. I’m going to miss how you like to be sucked while I get fucked—and how you pull rank and fuck me again and again while I suck every male officer dry.”

  “Yes, I’m going to miss that, too.” The rhythm of his thrusts increased. He moaned. “Promise me—promise me that you’ll request the Valiant transport you and your team on your return trip home. Promise me.”

  “I promise… Like I promise I’m going to scream so loud in a moment that you’ll be deaf for a week. Hold on tight. Fuck me harder, faster, faster…”

  Her lips parted in breathless anticipation. She could feel the cries building deep within her, ready to reverberate throughout the ship. “Oh…oh, yes! Harder—fuck me harder…oh!” Shivers of pleasure pulsed from her pussy outward. Cherae quickly grabbed hold of the safety bar mounted on the cabin wall to keep her orgasmic thrashing from battering them both against the bulkhead. The blood rushed to her brain with such a force that if she died in ecstasy, she wouldn’t care. Brannigan followed her lead with a series of dramatic thrusts and a roar so loud she’d swear it could be heard on the planet surface several hundred miles below.

  Her muscles completely turned to liquid. She let go of the bar. Her feet slid out of her slippers, and they drifted into each other’s arms, a cloud floating off into the sunset of bliss together. A knock at the cabin door several minutes later only half aroused them from their sex-induced stupor.