Xenoth’s eyes narrowed. Access to the High Queens’ archive was forbidden to all but a few.
And how do YOU know of it?He asked sharply.
Oh, did I not mention?Arzog replied casually.I was High Queen Z’aliza’s head librarian until my Y’asha was exiled from court.
Xenoth put a hand to his head.Of course you were! Any other surprises I should know about?
Perhaps.
Anything that would be helpfully relevant to this particular conversation?
Not as yet. I am still trying to access the schematics for the Queens’ kropeknik, though. I suspect it may be the key we are missing to regulate and stabilize a male’s transition.
Ah, that reminds me; I had a thought earlier pertaining to settling the unattached males. Have you heard of a Community Kropeknik?
I’m vaguely aware of the concept.
My fathers used one back home. I only remembered while sharing some older memories with Urzan.
Do you have the schematics?
Mostly? I have enough for the basic idea. Urzan is working on fleshing them out. I will bring you a copy soon, as well.
Well then, I’d say it sounds like we’ve made excellent progress today!A mild tone of annoyancecame through on their bond, despite the positive sentence.Forgive me, Xenoth, the wikwiks have activated their troublemaking program again. I must go.
Good luck!
Xenoth closed out their connection, his thoughts tumbling over the creation myth once more. Theimplications.He found it easy to believe that such information had been deliberately kept from the wider populace. His people were so private, sharing such a thing would have invited pure chaos for those curious enough to attempt bonds with other species throughout the universe.
And for all his peoples’ shyness (if you could call it that), theywerecurious.
Xenoth was so distracted, he forgot about the loading photos until his terminal chimed at him. He rushed over, activating the screen. His breath hissed out in a long, slow huff of disbelief as he stared at the beauty displayed before him.
Z’Sally wore less and less clothing in each progressive photo until her entire body was bared before him. Her fiery hair brought to mind a particular dessert he’d once had made of a creamy substance topped with a flaming liquor.
Xenoth had never had the urge to lick another being before now, but looking at her smooth, pale skin with its many small, decorative sun-dots, she looked absolutely delicious.
His body ached with need as he stared at the photos. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to.
He glanced at the bottle of pheromones next to his terminal. If the myth was right, and if he’d done the science correctly, the pheromonesshouldtrigger his fluid production and allow himto pleasure himself without the need of another to be physically present in the room.
He reached for the bottle with a trembling hand, pausing for a long moment before uncapping it. He could have reached pleasure on his own, it was true, but releasing his fluids would bring a muchgreaterpleasure, and would allow his system a much needed purge. He took a delicate whiff of the pheromones before closing it.
The effect was immediate and left him dizzy as his entire body shuddered heavily. His slit tingled. Using his kropek to pull off his chiton, he slid his hand down until his fingers brushed against his mating slit and gasped. It wasso sensitive!
He slipped his fingers inside the slit, stroking slowly as he enjoyed the sensations rippling down into his mating tube. He took his time. It had been a long while since he’d felt the desire to stroke himself, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
The intense ache brought on by Z’Sally’s pheromones was new and Xenoth groaned heavily as his tube finally popped free, rising from his slit to bob in front of him. Its slick surface slid easily in his grasp as he fisted it, pumping gently.
Xenoth’s kropek seemingly took on a mind of their own, traversing the entirety of his body to stroke pleasure centers he had forgotten existed. One slid into the slit around the base of his tube, squeezing gently. An embarrassing sound escaped his mouth at the pleasure that squeeze elicited.
Another kropek slithered between his legs from behind, rubbing against the pulsing sack containing his fluid production gland. An even more embarrassing sound escaped him and he had to let go of his tube to catch himself against the table.
His breath came out in a gasp as his kropek rubbed his sack a second time. He could feel his mating fluid building up already! He tried reaching down to stroke his tube again, seeking relief, but his knees were too weak from the intense sensations coursing through his body for him to let go of the table.
Xenoth’s kropek decided to be helpful for once and reached out to do the stroking for him. Just as he thought he was about to go mad with the need to ejaculate, his kropek vibrated.Everywhere.
The shout that left him could be heard 4 domiciles down the corridor.
