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Chapter 43: Tentacle sex
Nog and Valerii Eight entertain Ensign Chen and his tentacle monster girlfriend
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Unhuman
Chapter 43: Tentacle sex
Nog and Valerii Eight entertain Ensign Chen and his tentacle monster girlfriend
Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s quarters
The door chirped, letting them know that their guests had arrived.
“I’ll get it, Valerii Eight told Nog, as she walked over to the door to welcome their guests. She pushed the button and the door opened.
“Oh! gasped Ensign Chen, who was just outside the door with Ensign Đžain, his Medeusan romantic partner. “I didn’t realize! . . did we come to early? We can come back later!”
“No, you’re right on time,” said Eight. “Why would you think you’re early?”
“Well, it just that . . .” Chen broke eye contact and glanced down at her unclothed body.
“Oh!” said Eight, now realizing the source of his discomfort. She tried explaining herself: “I’m a model Eight Cylon, so I feel more comfortable when I’m not wearing anything. And Nog is Ferengi, so he prefers for his female not to wear clothes. And since Medeusans don’t wear clothes either, I didn’t think you would mind. I can go put my uniform back on if it bothers you.”
“No, it’s fine,” soothed Chen. “You just surprised me is all. I didn’t want you to be upset that we had caught you like this. But if you don’t mind being seen like this, I don’t mind being able to see all of you.”
“And you must be Đžain,” said Eight as she offered her hand to shake. “Chen has told me so much about you.”
The Medeusan turned a flash of blue for an instant as she looked at the offered hand. The Universal Translator gave off a musical chirp, which was repeated along with the flashes of blue in time with the handshaking the two beings did.
“I am pleased to mean you,” said Đžain, via the Universal Translator that was interpreting the colour changes that moved across her bare skin.
When Eight tried to release the handshake, Đžain held on for a second longer than she expected.
“Come on in,” said Eight as she guided their guests to the table. There were two chairs and a backless short stool at the table, which was set with various dishes to eat.
Eight sat on Nog’s lap like she usually does before she thought to ask: “It’s traditional for the mates of Ferengi males to chew the food for their males. Will that offend you?”
“No, not at all,” said Chen. “Go ahead.”
“If you don’t mind my asking,” began Nog. “I can’t tell by looking what gender you are.”
“I’m male,” replied Chen.
“I think he means me,” chided Đžain. “My people are hermaphroditic. We have both male and female parts.”
“What pronoun would you like me to call you?” asked Nog.
“We don’t use gendered pronouns in our everyday language,” explained Đžain. “They only show up in our pornography and only in reference to what the character is doing. A person can be referred to as both ‘him’ and ‘her’ in the same sentence this way.”
“How does that even work?” asked Nog.
Đžain held out one of its’ seven tentacles, which had a seven-fingered hand at the end of it.
“Do you see this line on my palm?” asked Đžain. “When I become aroused, it opens up to become a female organ. My fingers can also function as male organs when I’m aroused.”
“So you have seven of them?” observed Nog. “I wish I could see what it looks like when it’s open.”
“The one I shook Eight’s hand with IS open,” replied Đžain. “But we only show our open palms when we want to mate with someone. Holding hands is to us, what a kiss is to humans. And if we want to make it more intense, we might rub our palms together or our fingers. I still get caught off guard every time someone wants to hold my hand and rub our palms together. It’s like if every other race wanted to kiss you on first meeting them and they used their tongue.”
“If you have seven hands, then you could mate with all seven of them,” suggested Eight.
“In theory we could,” agreed Đžain. “And each hand that you use to enter or be entered by your partner adds a level of pleasure. So when we mate, we try to stick as many fingers in our partner as we can. But the palms won’t let us use all seven. Generally all we need is to become aroused to open one palm. This is our equivalent to that casual sex that Crewman Medi likes. In order to get a second palm to open, we have to love our partner. Each palm that opens requires a greater level of love between the partners. If someone can get your third palm to open, you love that person so much you generally get married to them. You have to use telepathic contact to reach four or more palms. You have to be able to see the love in your partner’s mind. Most people never make it past five palms. very few people have ever been able to open six or all seven palms.”
“Looking at your hand, It looks like you could use the fingers of the same hand to enter your partner’s palm at the same time,” observed Eight.
“Yes. We can,” agreed Đžain. “It’s a good way of seeing if your partner feels the same way. Is she able to open herself as much as you are to him?”
“You said each one you enter or have entered adds a layer of pleasure,” stated Eight. “Couldn’t you get around that by using multiple partners?”
“Yes you can,” agreed Đžain. “But you can only open your palms to each partner a number of times that reflects how you feel about them. In theory, I could open myself to seven different partners, each of who I only felt strong enough to open one palm to. This would allow me to feel the intense pleasure of using all seven hands without having to be an adept at the love arts. For this reason most Medeusans marry more than one person at a time.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” said Chen. “I can only fill five at a time of yours. After we get married, are you going to want to bring in more husbands?”
“You didn’t tell me you wanted to get married!” gasped Đžain. “Yes. I’ll marry you. And it case you hadn’t noticed You are only able to get to five with me because of your limited body parts. There have been times when all seven of my palms are open. Because I feel this strongly, I would never bring another husband or wife into our marriage that you didn’t approve of.”
Chen reached out and took her by the hand, rubbing their fingers together.
“What are Ferengi customs about marriage?” asked Chen.
“A Ferengi male can traditionally have as many females as he can afford,” said Nog. “There are strict rules to govern it. “And I never thought I would have ever one. But I’ve currently got enough gold that I could afford four females if I wanted. It’s just . . . She’s better at acting like a Ferengi female than any Ferengi I’ve ever met! I’m afraid if I bring home more females, it will mess up this perfect life we’ve build for ourselves.”
Nog rubbed Eight’s pregnant belly that held their unborn son. She responded by grabbing his ear, which he was enjoying a little too much, so he pulled her hand away and held it, imitating the hand motions of their guests.
“So . . . seven huh?” said Eight. “And you said that was pretty rare?”
“Oh, you don’t know how rare it is for me to love him some much I can open myself completely to him,” replied Đžain. “It’s like those one in the thousand year stories that you read about, but no one believes could ever be true!”
“Sounds romantic,” sighed Eight.
“So what are Cylon marriages like?” asked Đžain.
“We don’t have them,” replied Eight. “In part because we are such a new race. My model appears to be leading the way on that. Another model Eight became the first Cylon to marry, ever. She married a Human. And Nog and I were the first Cylon/alien marriage.
“Does prostitution exist amongst your people?” asked Nog.
It does,” confirmed Đžain. “There are the ones that can only open one for you and they will let you in their palm along with up to six of your friends. These are the lowest paid ones. But there is a religious order of Harlots that teaches their members to love everyone unconditionally. These people are able to feel unconditional love for you so strong that they can open more that one palm for you and it doesn’t matter if you don’t love them back. There is a directory where they are listed and the number they are able to reach. The number of Harlots that can reach seven is small enough I can count them on one hand. If your are willing to let them into your palms and can reach the same number as them, if that number is 3 or more, they don’t charge you for it.”
“You can show them your open palm if you want,” offered Chen, as a wave of blue washed over her skin.
“Alright . . .” said Đžain, as she held our her hand for them.
“I don’t want to mate with you,” said Nog. “But I am curious to see it.”
“You can look too,” said Đžain, as she held out her hand to Eight.
She held Đžain’s hand in her’s palm up as she looked at it. Only the other hand, the crack was open and pulsating. The edges had swollen to form a sort of lips and they and the skin around it had turned bright blue.
“I did this to you?” asked Eight. “Just by shaking your hand?”
“Y-yes,” replied Đžain. “You can put your finger in me if your want.”
“I think there needs to be a rule about not shaking hands of Medeusans,” observed Eight.
“Go ahead if your want,” suggested Nog.
Eight made serious eye contact with her husband. Did he really mean it? Hoping he was truthful in his permission, she slide her index finger into the hole in Đžain’s palm. It felt like it would stretch some, so she added her middle finger.
“It feels similar to a human, but not quite the same,” explained Eight.
Suddenly, Đžain started trashing and her skin patterns started changing rapidly in kaleidoscopic beauty.
“Close your eyes!” warned Chen.
He and Nog did so, but Eight turned her gaze upward and caught the full glory of the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her brain was overwhelmed by the sight and she fainted. Luckily, she was still sitting on Nog’s lap and he was able to catch her.
When Eight awoke, Nog was holding her in his arms. Chen and Đžain had already left.
“What happened?” asked Eight.
“The sight of Đžain reaching her climax made you faint,” explained Nog. “How do you feel?”
“Like I want to drag you into bed and have a climax of my own,” replied Eight, as she stroked his ear.
“I think they felt the same way,” replied Nog. “Chen practically dragged her out of here. I know I feel that way. Let’s go to bed, my female!”
He had finished several times, and brought her to climax in the middle of that. Currently Nog was holding himself over her, both so he could look into her eyes, and so they could still stay conjoined.
“I really try my best to act like a good Ferengi female,” said Eight, has she reached up and stroked his ears.
“You’re better than any Ferengi female!” praised Nog.
“If you want more females, I really wouldn’t mind,” said Eight.
“As I said earlier, you’re the only female I want,” replied Nog. “Besides, it wouldn’t be fair for me to enter other females and not let you have other males enter you and I wouldn’t like that. It was interesting to see you stick your fingers in Đžain’s palm, But I wouldn’t want to see him stick his fingers in you. I want you all to myself.”
“I thought that with Đžain was interesting too,” agreed Eight. “And if you change your mind about wanting other females, know that I want you to have anything you want!”
Chapter 43: Tentacle sex
Nog and Valerii Eight entertain Ensign Chen and his tentacle monster girlfriend
Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s quarters
The door chirped, letting them know that their guests had arrived.
“I’ll get it, Valerii Eight told Nog, as she walked over to the door to welcome their guests. She pushed the button and the door opened.
“Oh! gasped Ensign Chen, who was just outside the door with Ensign Đžain, his Medeusan romantic partner. “I didn’t realize! . . did we come to early? We can come back later!”
“No, you’re right on time,” said Eight. “Why would you think you’re early?”
“Well, it just that . . .” Chen broke eye contact and glanced down at her unclothed body.
“Oh!” said Eight, now realizing the source of his discomfort. She tried explaining herself: “I’m a model Eight Cylon, so I feel more comfortable when I’m not wearing anything. And Nog is Ferengi, so he prefers for his female not to wear clothes. And since Medeusans don’t wear clothes either, I didn’t think you would mind. I can go put my uniform back on if it bothers you.”
“No, it’s fine,” soothed Chen. “You just surprised me is all. I didn’t want you to be upset that we had caught you like this. But if you don’t mind being seen like this, I don’t mind being able to see all of you.”
“And you must be Đžain,” said Eight as she offered her hand to shake. “Chen has told me so much about you.”
The Medeusan turned a flash of blue for an instant as she looked at the offered hand. The Universal Translator gave off a musical chirp, which was repeated along with the flashes of blue in time with the handshaking the two beings did.
“I am pleased to mean you,” said Đžain, via the Universal Translator that was interpreting the colour changes that moved across her bare skin.
When Eight tried to release the handshake, Đžain held on for a second longer than she expected.
“Come on in,” said Eight as she guided their guests to the table. There were two chairs and a backless short stool at the table, which was set with various dishes to eat.
Eight sat on Nog’s lap like she usually does before she thought to ask: “It’s traditional for the mates of Ferengi males to chew the food for their males. Will that offend you?”
“No, not at all,” said Chen. “Go ahead.”
“If you don’t mind my asking,” began Nog. “I can’t tell by looking what gender you are.”
“I’m male,” replied Chen.
“I think he means me,” chided Đžain. “My people are hermaphroditic. We have both male and female parts.”
“What pronoun would you like me to call you?” asked Nog.
“We don’t use gendered pronouns in our everyday language,” explained Đžain. “They only show up in our pornography and only in reference to what the character is doing. A person can be referred to as both ‘him’ and ‘her’ in the same sentence this way.”
“How does that even work?” asked Nog.
Đžain held out one of its’ seven tentacles, which had a seven-fingered hand at the end of it.
“Do you see this line on my palm?” asked Đžain. “When I become aroused, it opens up to become a female organ. My fingers can also function as male organs when I’m aroused.”
“So you have seven of them?” observed Nog. “I wish I could see what it looks like when it’s open.”
“The one I shook Eight’s hand with IS open,” replied Đžain. “But we only show our open palms when we want to mate with someone. Holding hands is to us, what a kiss is to humans. And if we want to make it more intense, we might rub our palms together or our fingers. I still get caught off guard every time someone wants to hold my hand and rub our palms together. It’s like if every other race wanted to kiss you on first meeting them and they used their tongue.”
“If you have seven hands, then you could mate with all seven of them,” suggested Eight.
“In theory we could,” agreed Đžain. “And each hand that you use to enter or be entered by your partner adds a level of pleasure. So when we mate, we try to stick as many fingers in our partner as we can. But the palms won’t let us use all seven. Generally all we need is to become aroused to open one palm. This is our equivalent to that casual sex that Crewman Medi likes. In order to get a second palm to open, we have to love our partner. Each palm that opens requires a greater level of love between the partners. If someone can get your third palm to open, you love that person so much you generally get married to them. You have to use telepathic contact to reach four or more palms. You have to be able to see the love in your partner’s mind. Most people never make it past five palms. very few people have ever been able to open six or all seven palms.”
“Looking at your hand, It looks like you could use the fingers of the same hand to enter your partner’s palm at the same time,” observed Eight.
“Yes. We can,” agreed Đžain. “It’s a good way of seeing if your partner feels the same way. Is she able to open herself as much as you are to him?”
“You said each one you enter or have entered adds a layer of pleasure,” stated Eight. “Couldn’t you get around that by using multiple partners?”
“Yes you can,” agreed Đžain. “But you can only open your palms to each partner a number of times that reflects how you feel about them. In theory, I could open myself to seven different partners, each of who I only felt strong enough to open one palm to. This would allow me to feel the intense pleasure of using all seven hands without having to be an adept at the love arts. For this reason most Medeusans marry more than one person at a time.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” said Chen. “I can only fill five at a time of yours. After we get married, are you going to want to bring in more husbands?”
“You didn’t tell me you wanted to get married!” gasped Đžain. “Yes. I’ll marry you. And it case you hadn’t noticed You are only able to get to five with me because of your limited body parts. There have been times when all seven of my palms are open. Because I feel this strongly, I would never bring another husband or wife into our marriage that you didn’t approve of.”
Chen reached out and took her by the hand, rubbing their fingers together.
“What are Ferengi customs about marriage?” asked Chen.
“A Ferengi male can traditionally have as many females as he can afford,” said Nog. “There are strict rules to govern it. “And I never thought I would have ever one. But I’ve currently got enough gold that I could afford four females if I wanted. It’s just . . . She’s better at acting like a Ferengi female than any Ferengi I’ve ever met! I’m afraid if I bring home more females, it will mess up this perfect life we’ve build for ourselves.”
Nog rubbed Eight’s pregnant belly that held their unborn son. She responded by grabbing his ear, which he was enjoying a little too much, so he pulled her hand away and held it, imitating the hand motions of their guests.
“So . . . seven huh?” said Eight. “And you said that was pretty rare?”
“Oh, you don’t know how rare it is for me to love him some much I can open myself completely to him,” replied Đžain. “It’s like those one in the thousand year stories that you read about, but no one believes could ever be true!”
“Sounds romantic,” sighed Eight.
“So what are Cylon marriages like?” asked Đžain.
“We don’t have them,” replied Eight. “In part because we are such a new race. My model appears to be leading the way on that. Another model Eight became the first Cylon to marry, ever. She married a Human. And Nog and I were the first Cylon/alien marriage.
“Does prostitution exist amongst your people?” asked Nog.
It does,” confirmed Đžain. “There are the ones that can only open one for you and they will let you in their palm along with up to six of your friends. These are the lowest paid ones. But there is a religious order of Harlots that teaches their members to love everyone unconditionally. These people are able to feel unconditional love for you so strong that they can open more that one palm for you and it doesn’t matter if you don’t love them back. There is a directory where they are listed and the number they are able to reach. The number of Harlots that can reach seven is small enough I can count them on one hand. If your are willing to let them into your palms and can reach the same number as them, if that number is 3 or more, they don’t charge you for it.”
“You can show them your open palm if you want,” offered Chen, as a wave of blue washed over her skin.
“Alright . . .” said Đžain, as she held our her hand for them.
“I don’t want to mate with you,” said Nog. “But I am curious to see it.”
“You can look too,” said Đžain, as she held out her hand to Eight.
She held Đžain’s hand in her’s palm up as she looked at it. Only the other hand, the crack was open and pulsating. The edges had swollen to form a sort of lips and they and the skin around it had turned bright blue.
“I did this to you?” asked Eight. “Just by shaking your hand?”
“Y-yes,” replied Đžain. “You can put your finger in me if your want.”
“I think there needs to be a rule about not shaking hands of Medeusans,” observed Eight.
“Go ahead if your want,” suggested Nog.
Eight made serious eye contact with her husband. Did he really mean it? Hoping he was truthful in his permission, she slide her index finger into the hole in Đžain’s palm. It felt like it would stretch some, so she added her middle finger.
“It feels similar to a human, but not quite the same,” explained Eight.
Suddenly, Đžain started trashing and her skin patterns started changing rapidly in kaleidoscopic beauty.
“Close your eyes!” warned Chen.
He and Nog did so, but Eight turned her gaze upward and caught the full glory of the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her brain was overwhelmed by the sight and she fainted. Luckily, she was still sitting on Nog’s lap and he was able to catch her.
When Eight awoke, Nog was holding her in his arms. Chen and Đžain had already left.
“What happened?” asked Eight.
“The sight of Đžain reaching her climax made you faint,” explained Nog. “How do you feel?”
“Like I want to drag you into bed and have a climax of my own,” replied Eight, as she stroked his ear.
“I think they felt the same way,” replied Nog. “Chen practically dragged her out of here. I know I feel that way. Let’s go to bed, my female!”
He had finished several times, and brought her to climax in the middle of that. Currently Nog was holding himself over her, both so he could look into her eyes, and so they could still stay conjoined.
“I really try my best to act like a good Ferengi female,” said Eight, has she reached up and stroked his ears.
“You’re better than any Ferengi female!” praised Nog.
“If you want more females, I really wouldn’t mind,” said Eight.
“As I said earlier, you’re the only female I want,” replied Nog. “Besides, it wouldn’t be fair for me to enter other females and not let you have other males enter you and I wouldn’t like that. It was interesting to see you stick your fingers in Đžain’s palm, But I wouldn’t want to see him stick his fingers in you. I want you all to myself.”
“I thought that with Đžain was interesting too,” agreed Eight. “And if you change your mind about wanting other females, know that I want you to have anything you want!”
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