Clitoference

Opera couldn’t tell if she was depressed, bored, annoyed, or some combination of all three. She and Ernest had been combing through the temple and hadn’t discovered anything more than erotic sculptures, tattered rugs, and one very dilapidated bed. Ernest had investigated everything, even the rubbish, very attentively, and Opera couldn’t believe that she was beginning to feel envious of some stupid statues that were likely hundreds or even thousands of years old. She knew Ernest was only interested in them for purely archeological reasons, but he was still paying more attention to them than he had to her in months. She thought she might have succeeded in tempting him earlier by offering to let him recreate that one statue’s pose with her, he’d definitely reacted to the suggestion, but then Claude got hurt and Ernest was right back in research mode to figure things out. And it wasn’t that Opera didn’t want to help Claude, but aside from that weird mark he got he seemed to be okay. Rena tended to overact when it came to Claude. The two of them honestly needed to fuck and quit beating about the bush.

The statues in front of Opera appeared to be a woman on just her knees with a man behind her. He was driving his cock into her as he pulled on her arms causing her to arch her back towards him. The look on the woman’s face was one of pure ecstasy as all four of her breasts jutted out prominently. “Lucky bitch,” she muttered. Even when she did successfully tempt Ernest, it had been a while since he was truly passionate. They had certainly started out passionate. When she had first met him on an archeological dig, they’d spent the night under the stars fucking in every position they could think of for hours. Given then versus now, Opera was beginning to worry that Ernest had possibly lost interest with her. At only 25, she thought she still had a very good figure. Great breasts that weren’t overly large, but certainly a handful. Her hips flared nicely, giving her an hourglass figure she could easily flaunt in the right dress. Pausing, she looked down at her current combat jacket and pants and wondered if maybe her wardrobe was the issue. The dresses she preferred to wear, that slit up both sides giving her plenty of mobility while also showing off her shapely legs, had all been ruined over the course of the past two years. The next time they were in port, she was definitely going shopping. And possibly taking a vacation. Two years of chasing energy stones was starting to wear her out. Then again, Ernest was beginning to show his old excitement. Maybe she actually needed to get him to pursue more archeology and less of Claude's repetitive quest.

“Hello? What’s this?” Ernest sounded quite intrigued as he moved into the next chamber.

Opera quickly followed him to see what had caught his interest this time. They had made their way to the highest levels of the complex and were almost out of rooms to investigate. This room appeared to be the last, unless there were some hidden chambers, which was entirely possible. Ernest was already approaching the sculpture on a raised dais towards the back of the room.

“Judging by the layout,” Ernest panned his neck left and right to take in the room for a second before settling back on the sculpture, “I suspect this was the throne room.” He stopped in front of the sculpture and studied it thoughtfully. “Curious.”

Opera stepped up next to him and tried to sound interested. “Looks pretty similar to the rest of them.”

“Actually, it doesn’t.” Ernest sounded more excited than bothered by Opera’s lack of observation. “You’ll note that while all the females around the solitary male are the same feline variant we’ve seen before, the male appears to be human in appearance…save the ears. So...perhaps an Eldar?”

Opera looked closer and realized she’d missed the obvious. Ernest was right, this was the only statue they’d come across, and there had been quite a few, that was not some sort of cat boy or girl. A thought struck her. “Could it be a Nedian?”

“Possibly.” Ernest rubbed his chin. “The Federation also has some records of another ancient race they’ve labelled Morphus.”

“I thought that was just speculation and mythology.” Opera noted that Ernest seemed to be getting much livelier as she engaged the conversation. She stepped closer to him and smiled when he put his arm around her.

“Admittedly I’ve never seen evidence of them, but I doubt the Federation would note something they considered mythological.” Ernest’s grin slowly turned to a frown though. “It’s impossible to tell from the statue though. Other than the ears, I see no noticeable characteristics.”

“Besides his huge cock.” Opera snickered.

Ernest coughed with slight embarrassment. “Yes…besides that.”

Opera began to rub his crotch and whispered seductively in his ear. “I bet you’re bigger.”

Ernest coughed again but Opera wasn’t going to let him get away this time. She quickly dropped to her knees and began opening Ernest’s pants. He wasn’t hard, but that wasn’t stopping her. Within seconds she fished his cock out of his pants and brought it to her mouth. Ernest moaned as she swallowed his cock and Opera purred excitedly as she felt it begin to harden in her mouth. She attacked his cock with gusto, taking him as deep as she could. Despite her seductive whisper, Ernest wasn’t huge. Decent, but not huge. More than enough for her though. As his member fully hardened, it pushed just into her throat as she took him completely inside her mouth, slathering her tongue all along his shaft.

Ernest grabbed her head, tangling his fingers in her long blonde hair. “Gods, Opera!”

He began to buck his hips and Opera relaxed, letting him control the pace. Yes! Fuck my mouth! This was the passion she’d been wanting. Her eyes began to water and her nostrils flared as Ernest picked up his pace. When he crushed her face against his crotch, she dutifully held still and let him shoot his load right down her throat. Once he was spent, Ernest stepped back, allowing her to gasp in a breath while she stared up at him, hungry for more. Opera quickly climbed to her feet and turned around. She bent over one of the female statues and slid her pants down to her thighs, exposing her luscious ass and dripping pussy. “Come and get me, lover.” Ernest grinned as he stepped up behind her and positioned his cock. He rubbed the head of it against her slit a few times. “Don’t tease me,” Opera whined and mock pouted over her shoulder.

Before Ernest could push in, Celine came running into the room. “Thank goodness I found you. I found a secret chamber with some rather interesting…am I interrupting something?”

“Actually,” Opera started to growl.

“We’ll be right along,” Ernest was already trying to shove his cock back into his pants.

Opera wanted to scream. That purple haired BITCH! She took a calming breath and sighed before pulling her pants back up. It wasn’t Celine’s fault she had horrible timing. Still, if she didn’t get some more time with Ernest soon, she was going to pounce on him and let the rest of their crew be damned. They could watch or even join in as long as she got his cock in her. She tried not to stomp as she followed Ernest and Celine back through the complex to this INCREDIBLY important secret chamber.

The chamber in question wasn’t overly big and seemed almost like a storage room that someone had hidden away. There were assorted broken bits of this and that, but the main thing was a broken statue of some woman. A woman presumably of the same species as the man in the throne room, judging by her features. The statue was broken into about five different parts, but it was clear that she was another human with pointy ears. Opera prided herself that she had noticed this right away. Hoping to keep Ernest’s interest of archeology tangled directly with her, she asked pointed questions. “So we have a whole complex of Fellpool or some other feline race and yet we have a completely different species idolized in the throne room and another broken and hidden away. I’m assuming you have theories on this, Ern?”

“Many…” Ernest tapped his chin and his eyes looked off at nothing as he considered what he knew. “We need to explore those towers and probably some of the other ruined towns so that I can make some comparisons and verify data. If possible, we should also bring this statue and the one from the throne room back to the ship.”

“Easy enough.” Celine’s husky dulcet voice sounded as she drew a symbol in the air and the statue fragments levitated into the air.

“I guess I’ll go check the scans to see what town would be worth investigating.” Opera’s shoulders slumped and she turned to head back to the ship.