Transcendent Lust

Since being humanized, Yeema no longer needed to wear corrective lenses. However, the xeno woman liked wearing glasses. Yeema was amazed at the sheer variety of styles available for replication. Humans had turned eye wear into a fashion statement with an entire culture devoted to what your glasses say about your personality.For someone from a society that valued utility and survival over everything else, the idea of picking something to wear because of what it says about your personality was an exciting new concept for the sex ****. The pack sister turned concubine found the heads up display projected on the lens to be almost clairvoyant in its ability to predict what Yeema wanted or needed to know moments before the **** could think to subvocalize a request to the A.I. as if the glasses were designed to think for their wearer.

Most of all, Yeema liked the way that the glasses seemed to hide her from the horny crewmen. It was not that she was invisible or anything, but Yeema noticed the humans she was tasked with providing comfort and pleasure might look at her, corner her, and grope her from time to time, but their attention always seemed to drift away from the Knavar woman and towards a friskier, and more enthusiastic whore-slut. This had resulted in Yeema being on the receiving end of a Vyraxis tail whip. The dominatrix’s tail might not have left a mark on the woman’s pale skin, but Yeema felt the sharp sting of the enforcer drone’s venom. “A **** should be enthusiastic. Show your gratitude for the opportunity to serve The Master Race.” said one of the identical black carapaced enforcers which patrolled the garden.

That was when the Knavar woman discovered bartending. One of the crew had ordered Yaama to fetch him a drink and the Knavar woman hopped behind the bar, ordered the replicator to dispense the drink the human had desired and handed it to the man from across the counter. The man took the drink and walked away with his arm around another Knavar concubine and left Yeema for someone else to enjoy. It was not long before someone else came up and commanded that Yeema bring them a drink, then another, then another. The Vyraxis walked by and saw the Knavar tending bar and left the Yeema to it.

Yeema found an easy rhythm behind the bar. People ordered food or drinks, she handed whatever came out of the replicator to the person her heads up display designated, and Yeema could just turn off her brain and watch the people around her as a crowd gathered to watch a dance off between a band of Schar boys and a trio of Lalago girls. Yeema was enjoying the show when the woman heard a lyrical contralto command the Knavar to fetch a “Loch Tanith, single malt, aged thirty years. And fab one for yourself, ****.”

Yeema turned to see Major Turner, the ship’s chief of security, looking impatiently at the bartender. Yeema quickened her pace and handed the shot of brown liquor to the transcendent officer. “Cheers.” said Amandla as zhe clinked glasses with the confused looking **** woman. “Drink.” the human commanded the recently domesticated alien. Yeema could help but make a face as the whiskey burned its way down her throat.

“Oh Ancestors! That hits like a steam blast.” The Knavar woman got out amidst a bout of coughing which made Amandla smile.

“Another.” The human commanded. “Cheers. Drink.” Yeema managed to get this second shot down without coughing. Amandla thought that the faces the woman made while drinking were adorable. “You are new to The Garden. Congratulations and welcome to slavery.” It took Yeema a few moments to realize that the two meter tall human was not being condescending. Yeema had to get used to the idea that being called a **** was a compliment. The xeno concubine had to remind herself that most of the alien subjects of the Federation are liquid assets which exist to back up financial instruments. Those teeming masses of xenos see being a human’s personal property as the sole pathway to status and a meaningful life.

The transcendent took the **** woman’s hand in zer own and gave the woman’s wrist a sniff “Three kids, no.” Amandla’s tongue darted out to taste the back of the woman’s hand “Four kids. Were they all with the same partner?”

“Yes, Master.” said Yeema. “I was a loyal wife for twenty years.”

“It must have been nice,” said Amandla. The security chief gestured for the bartender to pour another round. “My spouse and I were supposed to settle down. We had talked about it, spent late nights talking about what kind of manor house we were going to build on Ari-Sec. The olives that we were going to grow, the xenos that we were going to breed, the children we were going to raise.” Amandla knocked back the shot. Yeema saw the trans human looking expectantly at her. Upon consuming the **** and pouring another round, Amandla smiled. “But, when James Fujiwara comes calling, Sydney could not refuse, could zhe? ‘Jimmy is like a brother to me, Jimmy is so generous, Jimmy is giving us a big opportunity.’ Ugh! I took this job because I did not want to find out if Sydney would choose him over me if it had really come down to it. What does it say about our marriage?”

“That it is normal.” said Yeema. The Knavar was surprised by the facial expression of the ebony transcendent. “I love my Zophot. I still do, but I knew that he could never be completely faithful to me. It was not in his nature. So I made sure that he understood that what happens on deep surveys and long raids was not my business, but when he was home he was devoted to me and our children.

“I could not stop my husband from wanting what he wanted, but I could make sure that he did so on my terms.” said Yeema, her cheeks rosey and her smile wide with the intoxicating effects of **** and NOXET mingling in the woman’s blood. “Master. Are you alright? Have I displeased you?”

Amandla had a pensive face as zhe thought about the xeno woman’s words. The transcendent considered that perhaps zhe had been thinking about James Fujiwara the wrong way. Since the seraph pilot had come back into Sydney’s life, Amandla had been thinking about the human as a threat, a rival, as competition for zer spouse’s affection. But that was cis gender thinking. Amandla was going to have to think like a trans if zhe was going to deal with zer issues with James. The human transcendent smiled at the Knavar bartender. “Displeased? Quite the opposite.” Amandla caressed the woman’s cheek before removing the ****’s glasses. “You are as insightful as you are beautiful, ****.”

Yeema blushed and averted her gaze shyly. “You are too kind, Mastaah…” The knavar’s words were cut off as she felt, then tasted, the human transcendent’s tongue slithering down her throat. “Hmhmmmmm.” purred the sex ****.

“Bring the bottle.” Amandla commanded. The security chief then sent a quick text message to zer Co-Dom to not wait up for zer as Major Turner enjoyed the sight of pale skinned **** woman bending over to grab zer favorite whiskey.

***

James was surprised to see Sydney waiting for him by the stage entrance. “Where is Amandla?” asked James.

“Blowing off some steam.” said Sydney, “You got plans?”

James shrugged. “Reagan is finishing off accelogramming her newest pair of xeno bastards. She will be face deep in simulation-space for hours. Intel has finished debriefing the Alliance delegates we captured on the Wargator and the idea of visiting some retribution on the freshly caught Anaareal and Nylanai does have some appeal, but that can wait. The longer they stew in their cells, the more ripe they will be for breaking. What did you have in mind?”

“When you packed for this voyage, did you bring your board?” asked Sydney. “You did have a whole beach section built into the habitat, it would be a shame not to use it. When was the last time the two of us went surfing?”

James smiled “Before you went off to The Navy. Before you. Um. Transcended.”

Sydney blushed fondly remembering younger days when zhe was still a she with a terrible crush on her best friend who she always knew was too good for her. “How about it?”

James nodded. A smile grew across his face. “Tigra, sweetie. Take our Queen and our Princess back to my quarters. Get them acquainted with their new duties.”

The xeno-wife nodded. “Shall I have an ovaxtractor prepared?” Tigra’s hand pawed across the belly of the princess.

“Of course.” said James. “Have my xeno bastard put in stasis. Then have the royal duo given a tutorial in tongue work.”

“Yes, dear.” said Tigra.

***

When the grav lift doors opened, Fridle amazed at the enormity of the ecopark The Master Race had carved out of lifeless rock in a handful of work shifts. Fridle was stunned with wonder as she gazed out at the seemingly endless beach that appeared as the gravlift’s doors opened. “No doddling.” Akihiro said as he tugged on his pet’s leash. The Knavar girl hurried to keep up with her owner and his transfriend who had zer own Knavar pet in tow on a short leash.

The two humans and their xenos found a spot near the water and ordered the Dranza attendants to set up some chairs and umbrellas.

Gibbons stood in the sun fanning his master with a feathered pole while Fridle rubbed lotion all over Akihiro’s naked body. Upon seeing that her owner was aroused, Akihiro’s pet Knavar did as she had been trained and lightly teased and toyed with the hardened human cock until her owner told her what he wanted his xeno to do.

“Show your Master how you love him.” said Akihiro. Fridle knew what she had to do. The girl mounted her master and started the process of riding her human.

“Ohmygods! Is that the captain and the first officer out on the waves?” said ensign Bethelor Dixon.

Akihiro lazily opened his eyes to the sight of Fridle riding his cock with enthusiastic abandon. The nubile **** girl moaned softly from the sensation of her owner’s cock inside of her. Seeing her master open his eyes and looking at her made the girl redouble her efforts to satisfy His needs with her body. Fridle yelped as Master Akihiro sat up and tossed the Knavar teenager onto her back. Akihiro continued to hump and thrust at his **** as he followed his Beth’s hand to see what she was looking at.

Sure enough, Akihiro could see Captain Lord James Fujiwara and Commander Sydney Myers riding the waves with grace and precision. The two of them were laughing as they balanced on the front of their surfboards. “It’s weird, from here they just look like normal people.” said Akihiro.

“You’ve heard the rumors. Do you think there is any truth to them?” asked Beth.

“Which ones? There are so many when it comes to those two.” said Akihiro.

“The one about Lord Michael offering Mx. Myers a hundred million shackles to refeminize zerself and marry James.” said Beth.

“That one.” Akihiro shrugged. “I can believe it, but I can imagine that zhe just really loves zer co-dom. Major Turner is a badass, Hero of Caviecopia and all that.”

“I see your point,” said Beth. The transcendent straddled the head of the Knavar girl before leaning over to kiss Akihiro with passionate abandon. The taste of his lover’s pheromones was more than enough to put the young man over the edge. The teenage boy began to shudder and spasm as jets of white cum began to fill his **** girl’s womb.

Fridle’s squeals of pain from Akihiro squeezing the young girl’s breast in the throws of orgasm were muffled by Bethelore’s font sliding down the xeno girl’s throat.

“Would you do it?” asked Akihiro.

“Do what?” asked Beth.

“Feminize yourself for a hundred million shackles?” asked Akihiro.

“Oh gods! That is a tough one. Would you?” asked Beth.

“Depends. How long is the marriage contract?” asked Akihiro.

Bethelore squealed in shock and amazement. “Oh my gods! I can’t believe you said that!”

“What?” Akihiro shrugged as he stood up and looked out at their young captain surfing on the waves of a habitat that he technically owned. “If the dominance of FranceProvince wants me, am I supposed to turn him down?”

“I am sure it is just a matter of time. James Fujiwara will spot your perky butt and pretty face and offer you half his kingdom to make you his bride.” Beth mussed Akihiro’s hair before giving her young lover a kiss. “The water does look amazing. Fancy a swim?”

“With you? Always.” said Akihiro.

“Come, bitches. Good xenos.” Said Bethelore prompting Gibbons and Fridle to follow their beloved owners into the brisk surf. For the briefest of moments, Fridle forgot what she was and lost herself in the motion of the waves.

***

Yeema felt her heart pounding in her chest as Amandla cut away her dress with the retractable claws of her transcendent lover. The aroma of the ebony skinned human standing inches away from Yma was far more intoxicating than the liquor the Knavar had consumed. The Knavar woman let out a soft, passionate moan as she felt the lips of her human lover shower her with kisses. Amandla’s warm, gentle fingers teased and toyed with the dog xeno’s nipples before wrapping zer arms around the milf and gently lowering the **** woman onto the bed. Yeema relaxed, let go, and surrendered completely.

The Knavar woman looked up to see the transcendent towering over her. The bioengineered human had appeared as like a god to the Knavar intoxicated on NOXET. Yeema watched in awe as between the transcendent’s legs, something began to grow. Like a snake slithering out of its burrow, Amandla’s font engorged and twisted about as it grew to a staggering length and girth. Yeema sat up, her mouth slacked in amazement. The **** woman felt the overwhelming desire to know how the font tasted.

Amandla giggled as the Knavar sat up and licked zer font. Zhe smiled and caressed the woman’s cheek as she allowed the dog-xeno to taste the pheromonal bouquet that flavored Amandla’s prehensile phallus for a few seconds before Amandla shoved the **** woman onto her back and knelt between the woman’s legs.

Yeema felt powerful but gentle fingers on her soft and creamy thighs. The **** woman let out coos and moans as the human teased the alien’s pussy. Yma began to pant as Amandla placed a trail of kisses up the woman’s belly, between her breasts, around her neck, then on her lips. Yeema was so absorbed in the taste of the human’s lips and tongue that the sudden feeling of penetration between her legs was a total shock.

Yeema wanted to scream, but her body was so overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm that her throat could not make any noise. Her every muscle seemed to spasm as her whole sense of being was overwhelmed with ecstatic pleasure. The Knaver **** woman howled in ecstatic release as she experienced the pure joy of being fucked by The Master Race. “And that was just the tip.” Amandla said with an impish grin.