Return To The City Of The Clouds - [CFNM]

Everyone made it back to the 5-EX by the assigned time. Commander Smith was actually the last one to come onboard. By mid-morning Doctor Boyce had dropped off two manilla envelopes to be delivered to Ardana and he gave a binder to Lieutenant Hammer for his personal use. The envelopes were placed in the large canvas mail pouch with the other items for the planet. The sack was locked and deposited in the 'post office' with similar bags designated for other planets. 'Post Office' was a nick-name for a six by six by six compartment beneath the deck plates in the passageway from the Mess Deck to the sleeping Cabins.

After a quick glance at the binder, Lieutenant Hammer set it aside, intending to drop it into the trash chute as soon as Boyce departed.

When the sole passenger arrived, he was greeted like a long-lost relative. Even though O'Connell brought more luggage than the regulations allowed for carry-on, Commander Smith permitted him to store it in the second Passenger Cabin rather than a cargo hold.

The next two weeks were uneventful, with off-watch personnel pursuing their own interests to fill the time.

Once the 5-EX came out of hyper-space and touched down at the Spaceport, Commander Smith dispatched Ensign Bauer and now Passenger O'Connell to deliver the mail pouch and the Captain's Compliments (an archaic Naval expression still maintained by the Solar Guard). Ordinarily Commander Smith would have gone himself, but considering the history between the Captain and the High Advisor, Commander Smith figured the less the man saw of him, the better.

There were four people to greet Bauer and O'Connell when the vertical transport touched down on the landing pad of the City of the Clouds. Darcina, the daughter of the High Advisor; Lavella, her Personal Maid; a Troglyte Footman; and an Agent (a Sky Person, not a Troglyte) from the Department of Information.

Bauer handed-off the large, locked canvas bag to the Agent, who signed for it, and departed. Once that bit of business was out of the way, the receipt tucked into a breast-pocket of this, Bauer turned to look at the others.

Darcina was as beautiful as Bauer remembered. She was tall with a long, graceful neck. Her large eyes were wide and alert, staring at the Ensign. She had her hands clasped in front of her and was wearing a tunic made of a shimmering, translucence metal-like material. Even clad in the loose-fitting garment, the largeness of her breasts was obvious. Those big boobs contrasted dramatically with the rest of her longish, slender body and legs. Her blonde hair, rather than being done up in an elaborate style, was pulled back into a simple ponytail.

Standing behind her was Lavella. Shorter than her mistress, the house-Trog had a shapely, curvaceous body with wide hips and ample breasts (although not as large as Darcina's. Few were). Her long, dark hair reached to her shoulders, framing her olive-skinned face with thick waves.

Both women wore sandals with two-inch heels, the thin strips of leather lacing wrapped half-way up their calves.

"My Father wishes to apologize for not greeting you personally," Darcina said in a formal voice, "But the scheduling demands of his office prevent it. He looks forward to having dinner with you tonight."

That taken care of, she made a gesture towards Lavella and the Maid ran to O'Connell, throwing her arms around his neck and nearly knocking him down in the process. "You came back!" she exclaimed, kissing him fully on the mouth, followed by raining kisses down on both sides of his face, chanting, "You came back . . . you came back . . . you came back. Just like you promised."

The presence of the Footman **** Darcina to remain more stately, and she had to settle for stepping forward and clasping both of Bauer's hands with hers. "I am so glad to see you again, Eric."

Looking back over her shoulder, she told the Footman to take care of O'Connell's luggage as she led the party inside the Palace. Once out of sight of the Footman, Darcina pounced on Eric, shoving him against a wall and grabbing his face between her hands, kissing him deeply. Passionately. Wetly. When she broke the kiss with an audible smack, she saw that the other couple was smiling at her and the Ensign.

As the four young people descended a set of stairs, Eric asked, "Was you father really busy or did you tell him to stay away?"

Darcina chuckled, giving Eric's hand a squeeze. She answered, "A little of both." Glancing around at Ramesh who was behind her, she said, "You'll be staying in your old room tonight. Tomorrow the Captain of the Guard will assign you a spot in the barracks."

"Barracks?" Ramesh asked.

"It's not really a barracks," she explained. "It's a large room here in the palace with bunk beds and lockers, showers, a couple of recreational rooms. That's were the Palace Guard live."

"I'm going to be staying with the Guards?" Ramesh asked, a bit confused.

"Well, yea-ah," Darcina answered. "You are going to be one of them. Father figured with your skill set, that would be the best job for you."

"Wow," Ramesh murmured, "A job and a place to live. I was worried about those on the trip out here."

No one had mentioned or asked where they were going, probably they all knew in their hearts what the destination was. Darcina paused at the heavy wooden door of 'the game room', waiting for Eric to swing it open. When she strode inside with long, regal strides, the heels of her sandals making loud clicking noises on the cement floor, she finished her conversation with Ramesh, "So now you have both."

"And you'll be living in the Palace," Lavella added, kissing Ramesh again.

Darcina waited for the kiss to end, then said, "Alright, boys. You can put your clothes here," she slapped the top of a heavy table of wood indicating the spot. There were two sets of flip-flops waiting. And off to one side, two shopping bags.

Eric and Ramesh exchanged glances. Although they had entered together, it was just now sinking in that meant this was going to be a group party, not a one-on-one as they had hoped. With a shrug of resignation, they began to undress, scrupulously avoiding looking in each other's direction.

The young women stood on the sides, like bookends, watching the two males between them stripping down to nothing. Except the flip-flops that they dropped to the floor and slid into.

"Oh, Eric," Darcina sighed as she stepped up to him. "What happened to your erection? You had one upstairs. I could feel it when our bodies pressed together."

She curled her long, slender fingers around his limp, but not fully soft prick, giving it a few squeezing strokes. Looking over at the others, she saw that Lavella was trying to revive Ramesh as well. It did not take long for both girls to be successful, coaxing the cocks back into a state of full arousal. Hard and ready and waiting. But Darcina did not stop her stroking. Instead, she continued to tug on it, pumping it with her fist while reaching down to cup his balls. Soon Eric's eyes were closed and he was rocking his hips back and forth. She removed her hand from his testicles and clasped his hard-on with both hands in an overlapping grip. And kept them still.

Eric opened his eyes in confusion, wondering why Darcina had stopped working his cock.

"Go ahead," she told him, nodding down between them. "Go ahead and fuck my hands. I'll hold you and you slide your member in and out. Lavella," she called over to her Maid. "Bring me a tube of lube."

Lavella released her own man's dick, which she had been playing with, much like Darcina had been doing. The maid dug through one of the bags, finding a plastic container of gel and taking it over to Darcina. Her Mistress told her to remove the cap and squeeze some of the oily lotion onto Darcina's hands and the top of Ramesh's cock. She did as directed, staring at the thick piece of man-meat Darcina was holding and then looked up into Eric's face, smiling at him.

"Go ahead," Darcina said. "We've got you all lubed up. All nice and greasy. Fuck my hands just like they were my pussy. Look," again she nodded down between them, "my hands are on the same level as my crotch."

Ramesh had been left to stand there un-attended. His own erection sticking out away from his body. Each heartbeat caused his dick to twitch. He felt a little foolish, standing there naked and aroused with his friend just a few feet away. He stared down at the floor, not wanting to look over at what was going on.

His dilemma was soon resolved when Lavella returned and squeezed out a white bead of the cream on top of his shaft. She tossed the tube back to the table and formed a sheath like Darcina's. One hand cupping the curled fingers of her other, her two thumbs on top, forming a substitute vagina for him. He was ****, of course, but taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, inserting his boner into Lavella's waiting hands.

Both men were now moving their hips, sliding their cocks back and forth within the sleeves of flesh the women had made for them. The women, fully clothed in their tunics, stood in front of the men, shifting their gazes from the cocks in their hands, up to the faces of the men, and back to the dicks slipping and gliding through the women's oily hands.