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  “No, you can do it harder. But the real injury I feel is higher,” he said.

  “Oh, okay,” I swallowed. “Here?” I moved my hands up higher on his inner right thigh. I was looking the cloth that was barely draped over his cock.

  “Higher, Miranda,” he with whispered. I moved a little bit higher, afraid to go any higher than that.

  “What about here?”

  “No, higher.”

  “Is it right here?”

  “Yes, that is it. Right there,” he said.

  My hands were practically under the cloth as I massaged his groin slowly, and as I looked, I noticed movement in the cloth. Damn it. His cock was growing hard. I bit my lower lip as I watched the outline of his alien cock become larger under the cloth. It distracted me, and before I knew it, I was massaging harder and higher. Then the back of my hand brushed against his large balls under the cloth. I pulled my hands away.

  “Crap, I am so sorry,” I said ashamed.

  “Miranda, it is fine. Do not be alarmed. It will happen when dealing with this area. At least you are a female. It is usually a male Zenkian that massages our injuries,” he laughed as he looked at me with that dashing grin and his amber brown eyes.

  I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing. It was such a strange moment to have with this beast.

  “It is good to see a smile on your face. Please continue,” he said.

  I put my hands back on his thigh, but lower, and continued.

  Moans escaped his mouth every now and then, and it made me think about how it would sound to have sex with him. Was he doing it on purpose? I became very aroused listening to his moans, but I was fighting it. It was unprofessional for me to be doing this in the first place, but now I was thinking about sex with this alien. It was the opposite of what this mission was for. It was very bad, but why did it feel like it would be so damn good to let him touch me back?

  “Miranda,” he moaned my name.

  “Yes, Evlon?” I whispered.

  “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked.

  “What?” I was so surprised by his human-like question. A loud commotion echoed down the hall of the war game complex, and I realized it was the soldiers coming in off the field. We would not be alone anymore, and I was glad for it. I poured oil in my hand and massaged him lower. This was the most awkward mission I had ever had, and it was only just beginning.

  I didn’t know what to think of what was going on here. This was not at all what I expected. I expected to land and go straight into meetings with the Zenkian Waysaw leaders to discuss how a peace accord could be possible. I did not expect to achieve peace right then and there, but to open a dialogue about it. Yet here I was, massaging an alien soldier’s injury simply because I had a medical background. They must have great intel on us to know that about me. I wondered what else they knew.

  “Are you all right, Miranda?” Evlon asked as he tucked his chin into his chest and looked at me.

  “Yes, fine. I am almost done here,” I said.

  Chapter 5

  Evlon

  A few hours after the human female Miranda massaged my thigh, I led her to her team in a designated apartment we had set up for them in a high city tower. She was two floors below my own home in the tower. I sat on the outdoor area of my home overlooking the city. I could not get her out of my mind. She was sexy as hell and I enjoyed her fondling of my leg very much. If the rest of the war game soldiers had not come in when they did, I would have taken her. I had been so hard that I thought I would explode.

  She and her team were resting, but soon I would grab them to lead them to the feast. It was all part of Rangellis’ plan that he was keeping close to his chest. I was intrigued by it. Would he kill all of them? Or would he use them to send a message to Earth that we did not negotiate peace?

  I sat on my outdoor balcony area of my dwelling. I had a drink in my hand, resting. War games practice took a lot out of me, but being with Miranda, in her seductive presence, made me feel wide awake. I was eager to see her again.

  It was a very unusual encounter as far as my encounters with human females went. It was more than I expected. I liked closing my eyes and replaying it in my mind. I could still feel her hands on my thigh, kneading it. I could still feel the tingling sensation of her brushing against my balls.

  I could imagine her shyly turning away when I was nude before getting in the plunge bath. I found that attractive. I was used to females hurling themselves at me, and although Miranda professionally could not do that, it was obvious to me that if we were in another situation, her reaction would be the same. I found her bashfulness to be very stimulating.

  So, as she fondled my right thigh, I felt myself grow rigid, simply because I knew it was uncomfortable and erotic for her. It was a new feeling for me. She was also very skilled with her hands. While she was massaging my thigh, I thought about those skilled fingers massaging my hard staff. It made me grow stiffer and stiffer. I also understood that if the soldiers had not come in off the field, I would have tried to take her on that table.

  She was just so timid, and inexperienced in erotica, and I wanted to show her the Zenkian way of things.

  While I was picturing teaching her things, my communication wall beeped.

  “Shit,” I said realizing it was my Leader Rangellis. I answered it. “Leader Rangellis!”

  “How is my star soldier?” Leader Rangellis asked.

  “Good, I am good. The human did wonders on my leg,” I said.

  “That is good to hear. It will keep her busy and make her think she is being useful. I am sure that she also thinks she is learning information that she can take back to Earth.”

  “Yes, sir, Leader Rangellis,” I replied already knowing this.

  “I need you to take care of that leg and win the next war games. Break that record,” he said. I was confident in my skills, and I knew that I would break that record, but hearing Leader Rangellis say it over and over again was frustrating.

  “I won't let you down, Leader Rangellis,” I said.

  “Good, that is what I like to hear from my soldiers. When you are ready, bring the humans to the feast,” he said.

  “Yes, sir,” I said. Then he hung up.

  I was left feeling annoyed by his constant mention of the record. I did not need to hear it. I was the one that would break it, not him. Leader Rangellis was not much a soldier, but he was smart and conniving, and that was how he became a leader. I knew that if I were ever up against him on the field, he wouldn’t last a second.

  Why was he so very concerned about breaking that record? It was just the war games, not a real battle. I wanted to shatter that fucking record badly, for myself. It was my win, not his.

  I moved to my sleeping room and changed into my feast uniform. Tonight was going to be special, not because we had human guests, but because I was going to have some more fun with Miranda. I pulled on the black soldier uniform. I ran my fingers through my chaos of black hair. I was irresistible to all females, and I knew that Miranda would be no different. She would be begging me to fuck her soon enough. But I had to make it sooner, judging by Rangellis and his secret plans for the humans. Once he made his secret known, she would not trust any of us. So I had a very small window to enjoy the fruit of this human female, and enjoy it I would.

  I stood in front of my communication wall again and summoned the guard outside the humans’ dwellings.

  “Yes, sir, Evlon, sir,” the soldier said.

  “Inform the humans that they will be joining me in the dinner feasts. I will be arriving in an hour. They should be cleaned up and present themselves well,” I said.

  “Yes, Evlon. I will enter the dwelling and inform them of this information.”

  “That is all, soldier,” I said.

  I turned off the communication. Then I moved to the security room in my dwellings. I opened the monitors in front of me. It gave me access to see the humans’ dwellings. Yes, they were being spied on, by me. It was part of my
job. I watched as the soldier entered and told them the news. Miranda put her hands in the air in frustration. No doubt she was waiting to hear about the peace talks and not about dinner. I smiled. Then the soldier left. I watched as Miranda went to the washroom and peeled off her space suit.

  “Fuck,” I said watching her gorgeous naked body.

  She stepped into a shower and washed herself. “Damn this is hot,” I said watching her wet body. How was I going to get through the night now?

  Chapter 6

  Miranda

  “What is this all about? Why are we in this dwelling? Shouldn't we just be on our ship?” Captain James asked.

  “I don't know. But I think it would be rude if we did not go along with their hospitality,” I said.

  We were now sitting in a high tower above the city. It was a very large apartment with all the comforts one could need on an alien planet. I was actually surprised by the luxury of the place. Considering how brute these aliens were, they did have an advanced city and lived well. I kind of admired it.

  “Yeah, besides, we can see the city from here. We can learn a lot just by observing,” Trevor said looking out the glass.

  “Trevor is right,” I said.

  “And what did they do to you, Miranda? What happened when they took you with Evlon?” Captain James said.

  I flushed and turned away from him. I did not want him to see me blushing because I was embarrassed about what happened. “Nothing happened. They just wanted my medical expertise on his injury, and I gave it to him. It is no big deal. Leader Rangellis said it is just a matter of establishing trust. I am not worried about it. But I am anxious to get these peace talks going as soon as possible.”

  “Yes, we all are. I have a very bad feeling about this place. You do realize we are on a hostile alien planet? Aliens that have proven to us that they want to conquer our planet. This is all wrong. They are being too nice, and I don't trust it,” Brad said.

  “That might be true, Brad, but what choice do we have? We just have to go along with it. The mission might not go exactly as we planned, but how can you really plan for something like this? Let us just hope I get to speak with their government about opening these peace talks, anything else that happens just happens,” I said.

  The door opened. A Zenkian soldier walked in.

  “Evlon has asked me to inform you that you will be attending the dinner feast. He will be coming to escort you in an hour. Please wash up and be presentable. That is all, humans,” he said.

  “Wait, what is the dinner feast?” Brad said.

  “Why is our door locked?” Trevor said.

  But the soldier did not answer them. He quietly left into the hallway and locked the door behind him.

  “Dinner feast?” Captain James said.

  “Dinner. I guess. This could be a good sign. Maybe they talk business over dinner. Come; we have to do as they say.”

  “I am feeling more and more like a prisoner as time goes by,” Captain James said.

  I sighed and made my way to the washroom to take a shower. It felt good to have a hot shower. Afterwards, I put on my space suit again as it was the only thing to wear. But I wasn’t here for Zenkian fashion. I was here on business.

  An hour later, Evlon came in.

  “Hello again, humans. If you will follow me, I will escort you through the city to the great hall of the government building. It is where we are having tonight's dinner feast,” he said. He looked directly at me, and I felt a chill go down my body. In a flash, I saw his naked body in front of me laid out on the table while I massaged him. I had to shake the image from my mind.

  “Will we be speaking about the peace talks during this dinner? Are we meeting with the leaders?” Captain James asked.

  “That is a question for Rangellis. I am just here to escort you. Shall we go?” Evlon said.

  “Yes, we are ready,” I followed him out.

  Soon we were walking through the bustling city. There were speeders flying by. Zenkians of all types were in the streets going about their evening business. I could smell the different smells of food in the air. It was like any bustling city on Earth, only with these large red aliens.

  “This is the government hall,” Evlon said as we approached a skyscraper.

  “It is massive,” I said.

  “Yes, it is. It is necessary. It takes a lot to do what we do,” he said with a grin. As soon as I saw his grin, my knees felt weak.

  “Come. Follow me to the great hall,” he said.

  We followed him into a massive hall. It had a large domed ceiling. There were about twenty long tables set up throughout, and piles of food were being served. Zenkians sat at the tables speaking to each other. The room was filled with the commotion of voices and music played by musicians in the corner. I noticed Rangellis sitting at an elevated table at the front of the room with some other elder looking Zenkians. Those must be part of the government, I thought.

  “You will sit here, with me,” Evlon said, leading us to a table near the government table. We all took our seats. I looked at Brad and Trevor who were both grinning. They were excited to be in this feast. Drinks were poured for all of us.

  I took a small sip. I coughed. “What is this?” I asked Evlon sitting next to me.

  “It is a strong drink. We call it Inta. It is made for our size. I do not think you should drink it,” he said.

  “I will just have water,” I said reaching for a clear pitcher of water. But the rest of my team was already indulging in the drink and food.

  I timidly ate next to Evlon. I was quiet as I watched the feast unfold in front of me. It was a cross between an alien environment and a medieval feast. It was fascinating.

  “I can’t stop thinking about that massage you gave me earlier,” Evlon whispered in my ear.

  I swallowed hard. “I don’t want to talk about that,” I said.

  “Are you sure?” he whispered. I felt my body responding immediately.

  “Yes, I am sure. What I do want to talk about is when I will have the opportunity to speak about the peace negotiations,” I said angrily.

  “Leader Rangellis does not do business talks at dinner. He says everyone is too drunk and incapacitated to remember.”

  “Yes, I can see why,” I said as I looked around the hall noticing that it was getting rowdy.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said. “I don’t think you have dinner feasts like we do on Earth. At least not anymore; perhaps in your ancient times. We enjoy the indulgences of not just food and drink,” he said.

  “What?” I said.

  He looked around the room to a corner of the hall. I gasped. A Zenkian male and female were having sex in that corner.

  “We are not ashamed of our flesh the way humans are. We celebrate it,” he said.

  I looked down the table at my team. They were so drunk. Eyes were half open, and they were slurring. I noticed Trevor pointed out the beginnings of the orgy in the corner of the hall to Brad. Brad cheered. This was not good.

  “I did not know the Zenkians were like this,” I said quietly to Evlon.

  “We are a race that takes what we want, when we want. That includes flesh, and that includes Earth,” he said to me.

  I looked at him with wide eyes. Then a loud ruckus distracted me from his brutal words. I looked to the other corner of the hall. There were Zenkians in a full orgy. A female was bent over the table licking another Zenkian female that lay on the table, while a male took her from behind. The loud ruckus was the sound of plates and cups crashing to the floor as they used the table to have sex. I was shocked.

  I looked at Evlon. He grinned. I looked at Rangellis. He raised his cup to me in cheers. Soon the entire hall was acting in complete debauchery. It was like a Dionysus scene in old Greek mythology. I couldn’t handle it. I got up from my chair and made my way to the veranda. I walked out and let the cold air hit my face. My breathing was ragged. I was startled by the scene and ashamed that I was turned on by it. I was not exp
ecting this from the Zenkians. We did not know this about them on Earth.

  “You should not be out here alone. Any one of these brutes will take you for a slave and take you as he pleases,” Evlon said.

  I turned to see him standing behind me.

  “Is it always like this?” I said pointing inside.

  “Only for our feasts like this. Not at just any dinner time,” he grinned.

  “I can’t believe it,” I said.

  “Do you like it?”

  “I don’t want to participate, if that is what you mean.”

  “No, that is not what I mean. I mean, do you like watching it?”