Michaela by Tracy St. John

for life. She came to an opening in the hedges that led into the first of the ‘rooms’. Though Korkla tried to tug her past, she dug her heels in to take a look.
    There were two trees growing within the circular area, standing in the midst of a rainbow of flowers. Between them stretched what Michaela took to be a hammock, though its surface was thickly cushioned, much like a pillow top on a mattress. As pretty as the scenery was, Michaela’s attention was grabbed by the three figures lounging in the hammock.
    An Earther man, no doubt one of the castaway soldiers from the transport that had brought them to Plasius, lay in the center of the hammock. Michaela could see his brown hair had grown out from its military cut. It was almost as long as hers. His face was impossible to see, because a Plasian straddled it. Her pussy rocked back and forth over where his lips would be. Another Plasian sat upon his groin, riding its rigid thickness up and down with delighted enthusiasm. Moans from all three wove together in the air.
    The sight sent a stab of pleasure through Michaela’s loins. She felt her cock warming, thickening as she stared at the tableau. Her pussy went moist. A small part of her realized it was rude to stare at such intimacies, even on Plasius. However, she couldn’t help but gape. The sight of people having sex never failed to startle her. Today it excited her as well.
    Govi cleared his throat. With Korkla’s help, he pulled her away. Michaela wondered if they found the sight as enthralling as she did.
    “They’re certainly having fun. Oh, and so are they,” she noted as they passed the entrance to another of the garden’s rooms. That one seemed to contain a full-on orgy, with many bodies tangled all over the soft purplish grass of the area.
    Korkla sighed. “Plasians are not an inhibited people.”
    He walked close to her, a big, strong, muscled man that made Michaela’s mouth go dry. She looked at his hand, at how it swallowed up hers. Govi’s hand was huge too. She could barely see her fingertips peeking out from his grip. The thought of them touching her body with those hands made her breath short. How big were Raxstad’s hands? Immense, no doubt. The thought of what he could do to her with such monstrous paws sent a shiver down her spine.
    Forget hands. Look at those bodies.
    She thought of being entangled with the three men, her body twined with theirs, and all at once her cock was fully engorged.
    Michaela barely held back a gasp. Her prick had come to violent life, pressing at her trousers with brutal need. Her pussy flowed with juices, announcing her entire body had decided it would very much like to fuck the Kalquorians, thank you.
    Despite the giddiness still clouding her head and the lust that made things even harder to think about, Michaela was overcome with the old familiar terror. A quick glance downward assured her that the length of her shirt hid most of evidence of her masculine arousal. However, there was a slight bulge when the shirt tail shifted. She knew it was only a matter of time before the clan noticed.
    They would be disgusted. They would leave her alone and aching if she didn’t get control over herself.
    Michaela tried to pull free of Korkla and Govi’s hands. “Wait. I need ... I need space.”
    Govi looked at her with concern. “Michaela, what’s wrong?”
    She tugged desperately, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. “I – I don’t feel well. Please, just give me a moment, okay?”
    They had stopped in front of the entrance to another garden room. Michaela saw Korkla look over the area, noting the raised padded platform that stood in the middle of the area. A large stand of flowers surrounded it. There was no one there.
    Korkla let her sweating hand go, but his arm circled around her waist. He pulled Michaela towards the entrance. “This area is empty. Come, little one. You can sit down in here.”
    Ignoring her protestations that she needed a moment to