An Intimate Strip

The Ensem-lola was 'embarrassing' to show foriengers... because it almost always ended the same way. A male's way of offering themselves to their mate, male or female this was a thing of submission and ownership. You even pause to look at the Captain's face "You know what this means right?" She nodded, the crew on the other hand hadn't a clue. Something to consider after the deed was done... maybe it wasn't going to work on these species...

You close your eyes and run your finger tips from your thighs, as the songs of your home ring in your memories. Soft fingers gliding up your body, crossing over your navel and each hand finding your shoulders as you hugged your lithe frame. Your hips sway to the unheard song and the crew started their own music for you. Peeling one shoulder free of your tattered garb drifting into a turn, and peeling the other shoulder bare sliding the shirt down to your waste.

Your upper body uncovered save for your arms. Unbuttoning the shirt it falls to the ground and you lean forward bending at the waste sensually and presenting your rear to the crowd with a wide sway your cute little tail doing circular motions much to the crowds adulation. Your body warms and your dark flesh thrums with excitement. The dance proceeding step by step, your body reacting naturally growing more and more needy with every heartbeat but that wasn't the only thing happening.

The Dance excited you, but that also meant that your body was perspiring and when a Lelian perspires powerful pheromones would fill the air. Lelian's would only be affected by the 'right' mate for them... other species on the other hand... it was a total guess.

You slipped free of your pants and continued the dance, spreading your sweet scent through the room, pulling close to a human with a sexy grind and grope. Part of you just lost to the motions, instinct taking over the ritual wasn't something you read out of a book after all most of it was simply hardwired.

In naught but your flimsy blues you feel the crew staring, their eyes filled with lust, their blood running as hot as yours. Every move you made screaming to be taken and used, and they were moments from giving into that very urge as pheromones filled their lungs and sunk deep into their bodies. Even the Captian looked flushed.

It was the final piece and the last steps of the dance as you removed those skimpy blues from your full backside and curvy thighs. Strutting away from them naked your cock bobbing before you as you sashayed to the Captain and sunk into a feral crawl wagging your backside and licking your lips. YOu were offering yourself to the whole group... it remained to be seen who would claim you.

The Ritual was just that...which of these are tre

-You have made yourself subserviant to the whole crew! You belong to them.

-You belong to the first to take you, you'll want them until they take another!

-For then next 48 hours you cannot refuse sex no matter how you feel about the inquirer