Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
by Tekka Maki
Sex between consenting adults of various sentient species
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"So, where is this little treasure of mine, eh?" asked the portly
Centauri. "I certainly hope it was worth the wait."
"Absolutely worth the wait." The green, scaly Shilthi looked furtively
around and reached under his display table. After a bit of fumbling, he
pulled out a small leather pouch, closed with a drawstring.
Londo looked fiercely at the minuscule bag. "That's it? I paid two
hundred credits for that piece of nothing? This is an outrage!"
"I understand," said Londo, carefully slipping the pouch into his
pocket. "Thank you, and have a good day."
The Shilthi nodded in return, and watched Londo disappear into the
crowd.
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That evening, Londo sat at the bar of the Dark Star Tavern, a frosty
mug of Terran beer in his hand. He was enjoying the sound of the live
band on stage, and letting the general friendly ambience of the pub waft
over him. Suddenly he shook himself awake. He was here for a purpose.
"Barkeep!" he shouted. "A whiskey and soda!"
The human bartender nodded, and soon brought over the requested drink.
As surreptitiously as possible in a crowded bar, Londo reached into his
vest and withdrew the pouch containing this morning's purchase. Powdered
vetna leaves, from Minbar. For thousands of years, members of all
sentient species had sought an effective aphrodisiac. Vetna was the
answer. As the Shilthi had said, the leaves of this common weed, when
properly powdered and combined with alcohol, turned on the sexual drive
of nearly any known being. Of course, due to a cruel trick of fate,
Minbari themselves were immune to its effects, but Londo didn't care.
All that mattered to him was that with this, he could have almost any
woman he wanted.
"Commander!" called Londo from across the room. "Have a seat! I already
got you a drink." He held up the whiskey and soda, with the powder by
now well dissolved.
Ivanova was slightly suspicious, but relaxed and decided to play along.
She walked to the bar, turning several heads along the way, and perched
on the stool next to Londo's. "So, what can I do for you?" she asked,
taking a sip of the drink. She was mildly surprised to discover that it
was, indeed, her favorite.
"No, no, that's quite all right. I just think you could ease my mind on
the matter."
Ivanova shrugged, and tossed back the rest of her drink. "Okay, let's
go."
Londo and Ivanova walked briskly to the Ambassadors' section, and then
to Londo's personal quarters. Londo knew that his attache, Vir Kodo, was
on leave, and would not return for another three days, so there was no
chance of disruption from that corner.
The human and the Centauri entered the room, and Londo locked the door-
and just in time, too. He could see that there was a very visible wet
spot on the crotch of Ivanova's uniform trousers.
Londo couldn't believe his good fortune. The vetna had taken hold, and
it was working even better than he had heard. Only now did he begin to
regret the elaborate Centauri dress uniform he wore. Even with both of
them working on the various buttons, hooks and buckles, it still took
over five minutes to remove Londo's shirt, vest and topcoat.
About thirty seconds later, they broke off the kiss in order to get
air. Taking the opportunity, Londo began to remove Ivanova's uniform
top. "Why do they have to make these things so complicated," he muttered
under his breath. Though it was far less complex than his own outfit, he
still had to unbutton her jacket collar, find the invisible zipper,
unzip the invisible zipper, and then unbutton her blouse before he had
even reached her brassiere. Once the main work was done, Ivanova was
able to shed the clothing in a matter of seconds, the romantic
atmosphere in no way lessened by the ordeal. Londo waited a brief moment
to enjoy the vision. Even encased in a bra, Ivanova's breasts were a
magnificent sight. Her thimble-sized nipples, aroused by the cold air,
strained at the material. Through the flimsy fabric, the Centauri had an
excellent view of her deep red aureolae.
After admiring the view for a few seconds, he noticed something odd.
Her bra seemed to be just a little bit tight, which pushed up her
breasts even further and enhanced her cleavage. However, he decided that
this was unimportant. She must just do it for the effect, he figured.
Londo reached around Ivanova's torso, and unhooked her bra. When it was
removed, he was startled to see that her breasts were even larger than
they had originally appeared. No matter. Londo had always enjoyed women
with large breasts, and the discovery that Ivanova possessed them only
increased his desire. He fell to massaging and sucking them with a
vengeance. As he sucked, he would bite down randomly, making her gasp
with pleasure. The combined sensations made Ivanova climax several
times.
Londo was astounded. If she'll orgasm from this alone, he wondered,
what will she do when we actually start fucking? Eventually, he decided
that he had had enough. He reached down to Ivanova's waist and removed
her trousers, boots and her by now thoroughly soaked panties. At least
this was easier than the top, he thought.
Moaning in ecstasy, Ivanova walked naked to Londo's bed and laid on her
back. Londo knelt and began to perform cunnilingus. His experienced
tongue flicked over every fold of her womanhood, taking care to never
linger too long in one place. Every time he touched her clitoris, she
shuddered with another mini-orgasm. Periodically he looked up from his
labor for a "status report." At one point when he did so, he began to
notice that her breasts seemed to be noticeably larger than before!
Londo couldn't believe it. He neglected his current pursuit, leaving
Ivanova's hand to dart directly to her groin and continue the work. As
he watched, her breasts, covered in a shiny film of sweat, slowly
enlarged.
While Londo had been thinking, the rate of growth of Ivanova's bust had
increased. Her breasts, no longer able to stand up under their own
weight, had begun to slide over and away, sagging into her armpits.
Their bases now covered Ivanova's entire ribcage.
Londo decided that there was nothing he could do about the situation,
so he joined in. Not even bothering to remove his pants, he leapt onto
the bed next to Ivanova. The two, or perhaps four, rolled around the
king-size bed, playing with the new attributes, which were each nearly
the size of Ivanova's body. Londo's hands flew around Ivanova's naked,
sweat-covered figure, feeling, kneading and touching. When his arms
became tired, he returned to Ivanova's pussy, still flowing. Londo
discovered that he could now, with a mere movement of his neck, move his
tongue from her cunt to her nipples, which rested beside Ivanova's
thighs and were now larger than golf balls.
Many Centauri are very slightly telepathic by nature, and Londo knew
that Ivanova was going to come for the greatest time that evening. He
left off his ministrations and stood back. It was a good thing, too,
because Ivanova began to shudder, and then, with an scream, orgasmed
with more force than Londo could have dreamed possible. Her juices shot
out of her with the force of a fire hose, which could have killed Londo
had he been there. As it was, Londo watched as literally gallons of
liquid came cascading out, drenching the bed and the floor.
Londo looked around at the drenched carpet, and at the fully spent,
unconscious, and now back to normal Ivanova. He took a deep breath,
inhaling the musky scent of her unrivaled climax. Yes, he thought.
K'liss, the Shilthi trader, had been right. The vetna had been worth the
wait, and more. Londo smiled slyly. "I wonder how long it would take for
him to get another shipment."
-THE END-