“Well, Japan is a long way off,” Fiona says. “Tickets aren’t cheap so I had to book it for the spring. But I think the winter is a great time to go to the desert.” She pulls something up on her computer. “Ah, here we go. Let’s go to Vegas for the weekend!”
“What is this ‘Vegas’?” I ask.
“Oh. My. Gosh. It’s like the biggest party town in the world. There are lots of cool shows to see, and crazy hotels! Plus it’s in the Mojave Desert. I went to this place that had every cactus you could imagine.”
My translator provides me an odd image of a rounded plant with stalks like arms.
“Bizarre.” I shrug amenably. “All right. I am ready for this ‘Vegas’ trip.”
Shathar nods in agreement when he looks at the map. “Much closer than Japan.”
So a week later, we pack our things and get on a plane. It is very cramped inside, especially for those of us with tails, but we find a way to make it work. Below us, I can make out plains and mountains that remind me much of Arshur.
Then we’re on the ground again in a nice, warm environment, and Shathar and I luxuriate in the heat. Fiona giggles as we both extend our fans and drink in the sunlight.
“You’re such weirdos,” she says affectionately. “Now let’s go get settled. I’ll show you the slot machines.”
We happily go along with her, ready to see what this new experience has to offer.
I am disappointed with these “slot machines.” It is merely gambling, which was forbidden in the barracks. Shathar, however, finds it intriguing and suggests to Fiona which machines to play and how much to bet.
It is all a waste of money to me, but at least we are brought complimentary beverages as we play.
That night, Fiona takes us to one of the shows she raved about. The woman on stage attempts to cut off another woman’s head, and both Shathar and I shoot to our feet.
“You should not do that!” I call out, very concerned for the woman inside the box. “That’s dangerous!”
Fiona gasps and pulls us back down to our seats.
“I’m sorry!” she says pitiably when a security guard comes to talk to us.
“Oh, wow. Aliens.” The guard rubs the back of her head. “All right, well, don’t do it again. It’s not real, okay?”
We both nod in understanding as she leaves. I am amazed when the woman with the lost head is put back together and emerges unharmed from the box. Everyone stands up and claps, and Fiona urges us to do the same.
By the time the show has ended, Shathar is asleep on his feet, but I am eager for what comes next. We packed plenty of lube, and I want to fuck both my mates until they can’t stand up any longer.
When we’re back at the hotel, Shathar flops onto the bed, but I don’t let him get away with saying he’s tired. I climb up on top of him, rubbing my crotch against his tail while I kiss his cheek.
“Come now. Don’t you want to help me make Fiona scream?”
He hums thoughtfully. “We could test how soundproof these walls are.”
Fiona joins me as we strip Shathar down. Then she falls to her knees between his legs at the edge of the bed and licks his cock from root to tip. Now Shathar is very awake, and I stroke myself as I watch her sucking on him.
“You’re both so lovely,” I tell them, and Shathar lets out a moan as Fiona teases him with her hands. She pokes a finger inside his slit, which we explained to her is a highly erogenous zone, and his hips cant up into her mouth.
But now I want to be involved. I take off everything, then get down on the floor behind Fiona. Without having to be asked, she rises up on her knees, and I position myself underneath her. When she lowers her body again, her warm cunt encases my cock, and I’ve never felt something so perfect.
Chapter Thirty-One
Fiona
My husbands and I have sex a lot. Like, a lot. As a result, it’s easy for Khesan to glide home where he belongs. He helps lift me again, nearly sliding out of me before he pulls me back down on his cock once more. It’s tricky to give Shathar a blowjob like this, but I manage.
“Vakha,” says Shathar as he gets close. “Fiona, my heart, I want to be inside you, too.”
I pull my lips off his dick and furiously agree. I haven’t taken Shathar back there before, but he hops off the bed and indicates for us to get up.
