Drenched

Mai fidgeted with her hands as she walked. "What kind of relaxation technique are we talking about here?"

Synd stopped by a door in the hallway. He looked back at her and blinked slowly. "Let me show you."

Synd tapped the panel and the door slid open. He beckoned her inside. Mai slowly peeked her head around the corner. She let out a small gasp at the sight before her.

The room was at least a hundred feet across, maybe more. Within the small room was a miniature grotto that looked similar to the one in the lobby. The far wall about two hundred feet away was lined with smooth, polished rocks, water chuckling between them down into a clear pool. Flowered vines and leafy plants sprouted from between the rocks, hanging down in a canopy over the pool of water all the way to the back of the artificial cave. Immediately in front of her was a small beach, on which was a smooth stone dias. On the dias were stacked towels, a few bottles of water, and several undescript bottles.

"These are private rooms," Synd said, stepping into the room. "Phylakaeu is usually done one on one."

"How much do these cost?" Mai asked, gingerly stepping inside behind him.

"Normally... a lot." Synd winked at her. "But I'm off today and I agreed to pick up a few extra shifts in the coming weeks to cover it."

Mai felt that warmth in her chest again. "You didn't have to."

Synd turned to her, his smile soft. "I appreciate that. But I wanted to."

She took a breath, caught off-guard by the sudden kindness. "I... thank you."

"Now then." Synd walked over to the stone dias, patting it with his hand. "Shall we get started?"

A thrill zipped down from Mai's head to her groin. She set her bag down by the door and walked over to the dias. "Yes. Let's."

Synd took one of the towels and shook it out. It was thicker than any Mai had ever seen before, looking padded and plush. Synd spread it on the dias, smoothing out the material with his hands. "Phylakaeu is a combination of actions to settle the reciever. Sometimes those things are simple, sometimes they're complex." Synd winked at her again. "I thought you'd appreciate simple. I found a scented oil that won't irritate your skin."

Mai blinked. "For what purpose?"

Synd waggled his fingers. "I saw the way you carried yourself in your apartment. A little loosening of your shoulders and lower back should help you."

"A massage?"

He nodded. "If you're okay with it."

Was she okay with it? Did brujaks have shark skin? "Yes!" Mai said, stepping towards the dias. "Yes, I am okay with that."

Synd took hold of one of the unlabeled bottles and patted the towel. "I'm glad! I'll need you to lose the skirt, though. It looks lovely and I don't want any of the oil getting on it."

Mai looked down at the sarong, knowing that underneath it she wore swimsuit bottoms and nothing else. It's okay, she thought. Just a massage. Nothing sexual at all. Nothing even remotely sexual in a massage. She reached down and undid the knot, drawing the garment away from her body. Air flowed around her thighs and between her legs, and she felt incredibly vulnerable. Synd blinked at her, his expression unreadable.

Mai folded up the garment and set it atop her bag, then walked over to the dias. Synd patted the towel again. She couldn't tell where his eyes were -- she wasn't at the angle where she could see his pupils. She hitched her knee up on the dias. "Do you... want me on my back, or...?"

Synd made a circular motion with his finger. "Stomach, if you can. It'll be easier for me to get to your shoulders, and your back is my main concern."

Mai nodded and got herself into position, laying down on her belly, her breasts smushing flat as she settled her weight. Synd unscrewed the top of the bottle, humming a tune to himself. He squeezed a large dollop of the oil onto his palm. The strong scent hit Mai immediately, smelling like fresh rainwater and aloe.

Synd moved to her side, and Mai tensed up a bit. She hadn't been touched by anyone other than herself in some time. "I'll work on your shoulders and back," Synd said. "Then we can go for a swim. Sound good?"

"How does the swim help?" Mai asked, distracted by how close he was to her. She gasped as his hands touched her back. The oil was chilly, but immediately warmed as it made contact with her skin. Synd started with her shoulders, strong fingers kneading the oil into her skin.

"Well, less of a swim, more of a float," Synd explained, getting to work slowly. His fingers kneaded at her shoulder blades. "You'd be amazed at how just letting yourself float for a while allows your body to heal." He paused. "Damn, you really are tight here."

Mai almost laughed at the unintended innuendo, but she was too busy biting her lip trying to keep herself from crooning like a cat as Synd worked at her muscles. She felt relief in places that she didn't know she could, particularly around where her shoulders met her spine. Her fingers curled into the towel, and she was acutely aware of his presence. He actually had a musk, she could smell it. Maybe it was water-activated. It was rich, fresh and male. Did he even know what his fingers were doing to her?

After several minutes of exquisite kneading, Synd moved his hands down her back, leaving a trail of the oil behind them. There was a pause as his hands left her skin, and she caught herself before she begged for him to touch her again. Then his hands came back, spreading another layer of oil along her lower back, just above the waistline of her swimsuit bottoms.

"Do you try to do the handstands?" Synd muttered as his thumbs kneaded her tailbone.

Mai took several breaths through her nose so her voice wouldn't be squeaky. "I use the wall for balance," she breathed. "Is that bad?"

"Not necessarily." Synd dug his fingers into her skin along the length of her spine and feathered them out slowly towards her sides. "Just try to keep more weight on your arms, otherwise you might get to the point where massage can't work out the kinks in your back."

"I'll... keep it... in mind," Mai panted.

Synd paused in his work. "Are you alright?" he muttered, his voice husky and sexy. Mai licked her lips to steady herself, aware of the fact that the cleft between her legs was damp with her arousal. She wondered if Synd was aware. "I'm fine," she murmured. "Please don't stop."

Synd did nothing for a moment, then went back to work. He continued working on her spine for a time, the oil gradually chilling again in the open air and sending relief up her spine. Synd's fingers left her back, and she heard the soft slithering noise of him lathering them up with more oil. "I think there's a bit more tension down here," Synd said, his fingertips brushing the area just under the curve of her rear. "I can work that out too, if you want."

Mai nodded, not willing to trust her mouth any more. Synd's hands wrapped around her upper thighs, the motions of his fingers delicate and firm. He probed and rubbed along the inside of her thighs. Mai panted through her nose. There was no way he could miss how wet she was or not smell her arousal.

But he didn't say anything, just kept up with his massaging for another few minutes until he lifted his hands away and wiped them off with a towel. "That's all the problem areas," he said, his voice soft. "Now we get in the water before the oil wears off."

Mai rolled to the side and sat up, her back and shoulders feeling about twenty years younger. "Why's that?"

"It's made from plants that react to minerals in the water," Synd said, walking towards the small pool in the grotto. "They'll be absorbed through your skin and help the muscles I worked on repair themselves." He turned back and held out a hand to her. "Plus, like I said earlier; floating helps a lot for taking the stress off your joints."

Mai walked over to him, putting her hand in his. They walked into the water together side by side. The slope into the pool quickly dropped off, and Mai found herself floating closer to the shore than she thought she would. The water curled around the oil on her skin, and the oil grew ice-cold against her skin.

"Feels cold," Mai said.

"Give it a moment," Synd said, kicking away from her into the open water.

Mai righted herself, her feet just barely touching sand beneath her. She took several breaths, and true to his word, the icy feel of the oil on her skin changed to one of soothing warmth, one that seemed to penetrate her skin and flow through her whole body. She felt more heat pool in her groin, mingling with the water.

"Feel good?" Synd asked. He was treading water now, his hair-tendrils floating on the water's surface.

"Oh, it does," Mai breathed. She slowly pushed off the bottom of the pool with one foot, propelling herself into open water. She let herself float, turning on her back and staring up at the ceiling. The rocks on the roof were a deep blue, lined with flecks of some other mineral that sparkled in the lights tucked away among the rocks.

Mai moved her hands a few times, pushing herself over to where Synd was treading water. The kessa looked down and smiled at her. Mai blinked. She could finally see his pupils in the dark totality of his eyes -- they were pure white.

"Thank you," she said. "For doing this. I feel unstressed for the first time in a long time."

"Is that even a word?" Synd mused.

"Well, I'm not a language teacher," Mai giggled. "But until someone tells me otherwise, I'll assume it is."

Synd laughed. Mai felt the eddies in the water where his hands moved underneath her. She felt relaxed and mellow, and incredibly horny. She reached a hand through the water and found Synd's hand underwater. The kessa made a soft noise and looked down at her, blinking rapidly.

"Is blinking like that a kessa thing?" Mai asked.

Synd considered the question for a moment. "It's more of an interspecies social thing. Most other Federation races have eye motions as part of their social structures and body language, but because of how ours are we lack it. It's a... tic, I guess you could call it."

Mai tugged on his hand, pulling him a little closer. "What about interspecies attraction?"

Synd inclined his head, giving her a slightly nervous look. "Well, I do come from a modern family," he said. "Not that that was my intention here, mind you!"

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh come on, Synd, you're an adult. Don't deny that some part of today was about getting with me."

He actually looked embarrassed. "I... always liked your class."

"The class?" Mai reached her free hand up and ran a finger along his chin. His skin was delightfully rough. "Or the teacher?"

Synd drew her close, her side pressed against his chest. She felt his powerful legs churning the water beneath them. "Both. Though more of the latter than the former."

Mai reached around and put her hand on the back of his head, all hesitation gone. She pulled Synd close and kissed him, mashing her lips to his. The kessa growled softly, his hands roaming up her back and curling in her hair. She felt him kick a few times, bringing them closer to shore. Her entire being was flooded with need for the kessa -- here was a young, powerful male who obviously wanted her and had gone to all the trouble of helping her relax, not to mention she was needy and liked Synd. She'd have been foolish to not take the opportunity.

Once they both found their footing they scrambled up the beach back to the stone dias. Mai grabbed the oil-stained first towel and tossed it to the side. Synd wrapped his arms around her and ground himself against her back, his thin, soft lips feathering across her neck and shoulders, spreading a warmth that had nothing to do with the oil. She grabbed another towel and spread it out.

His fingers undid the knot on her swimsuit top with ease, and the garment fell away from her, freeing her bust. The air curled around her breasts, the nipples already swollen and puffy. She turned around and lifted her butt onto the stone dias. Synd's eyes widened at the sight of her half-naked. Mai squeezed her arms together and arched her back, showing herself off for him. "Like what you see?"

"I do, I do." Synd took a step back and hooked his thumbs into his swimsuit. He bent over and drew the material down his legs, then tossed it to the side and stood up. He looked different than what Mai expected. The kessa didn't have the traditional mammal anatomy between his legs -- his pelvis flowed down to his crotch in a smooth curve, with only a scaled slit around where his cock should be.

"Is there...?" Mai asked, dragged out of the moment by the necessities of biology. "Anything I should know about kessa males?"

Synd followed her gaze between his legs. "Ah. Right. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He leaned in close, his arms on either side of her. "I'll show you when we get there."

"What do you mean-"

Synd hitched a knee up on the dias and mashed his lips to hers again, silencing her. Mai went with it, humming into the kiss as her fingers grabbed and kneaded at his thighs. Those at least were familiar territory. They were those of a swimmer, all defined muscle and raw power. She kneaded and squeezed as he explored her own body, his rough palms sending tingles through her skin as they brushed across her belly, sides and breasts.

Then he got down on his knees in front of her and spread her knees apart. Mai took the hint and undid the knot on her swimsuit bottoms. She looked Synd right in his dark eyes as she pulled the garment away from herself, daring him to break eye contact first.

He did, his eyes fixated on her sex. Mai could smell her own arousal now, thick and heady in contrast to his sharp and crisp scent. Synd dove in, his hands on her inner thighs as his mouth engulfed her labia and clit. Mai gasped and leaned back, balancing herself on her hands as she felt his tongue probe at her lips, feeling smooth and prehensile. He swirled it around her entire sex from top to bottom, lapping the arousal from her drenched snatch. Then he probed inside her, curling up and around to press against that sweet spot in her upper cervix. Mai's fingers curled against the towel, and she fought hard to keep herself from squealing in delight.

At least until Synd stopped for a moment and looked up at her. "The walls are soundproofed, by the way," he muttered, smiling roguishly up at her. "We're far from the first pair to fool around in here."

He dove back in, and Mai threaded a hand into his hair-tendrils and bucked her hips against his mouth. "Fuck, Synd!" she howled. "Fuck me with that fucking tongue, yes."

Synd obeyed, lashing her for all he was worth. Mai's words trailed off into indistinct, animal yowls of delight as he played her like a piano. She gave up trying to keep herself upright and lay back, tangling fingers in her own hair and humping her hips into his face. Her pleasure crested, her body feeling alight with warmth and pleasure. Almost immediately after she peaked he brought her back, barely giving her time to catch her breath as her wet hair spilled over her face and she whimpered into her hands.

"Just how long can you do that for?" she breathed after orgasm three.

"As long as you want me to," Synd answered from between her legs.

"I need a minute," Mai gasped, sitting up. "And then I need your cock."

Synd rose from his knees. "I'm flattered. And as it happens..."

Mai's eyes trailed down. From the scaled slit on his groin poked his maleness, a curving pink tentacle-like appendage that was thin at the head but flared out thick at the base. As Mai watched it undulated slowly, as if it had a mind of it's own. It dripped with a natural lubricant.

"I assure you it's normal," Synd said with a nervous chuckle.

Mai reached out and stroked his cock. It felt like a cock normally did, just a bit slicker and with an odd shape. "It just needed a little encouragement with me, did it?"

"It needs that with everyone."

Mai rubbed her legs together, spreading her arousal on her thighs. "Well then, let's reward him."

The moment was back. Mai scooted back, the smooth stone feeling good as it rubbed against her naked rear. Synd joined her on the dias. Mai tucked a towel under her rump, the spread her legs, making a come hither motion to Synd. The kessa crouched between her legs, his cock curving up towards his belly. He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of his cock against her labia. It felt familiar and male, settling the last of the butterflies in Mai's stomach. Synd teased her for a while, until her feet stamped the dias impatiently. Synd smirked at her, then slowly lined himself up with her and nudged forward with his hips.

He slid into her in one smooth motion, not a moment of resistance. His hips became flush with hers in a moment, and Mai let out a loud gasp of delight. She lifted her feet off the dias, allowing Synd to scoot up her body. His hands pressed down beside her neck, and he brought his face closer to hers. "Ready for the best part?"

"What do you mean?" Mai panted.

Synd bit his lower lip, and Mai felt his cock swell inside her, expanding so that he filled her cervix fully. She felt the tip probe deeper and deeper, her mouth hanging open in wordless ecstasy. No cock had ever filled her so completely. She felt stretched to the limit, every inch of her pussy rubbing against the texture of his maleness.

"Feel good?" Synd asked.

"Fuck me," Mai breathed. "For the love of the stars fuck me."

Synd slowly began to move his hips, burying his face in her neck. Mai felt herself come almost instantaneously from that perfect cock pulling and rubbing at every sensitive spot inside her at the same time. Then he thrust back into her, and she did. Her legs wrapped around his hips and Synd began to fuck her in earnest, his hips meeting hers with wet smacks as the sheer delight of it all threatened to overwhelm her. But she held on, howling her abject delight as Synd pounded her needy pussy.

"You're clenching and quivering," Synd murmured, his voice husky in her ear. "How many times have you come?"

"I've lost count," Mai breathed, her fingers digging into his back. "Just keep fucking me, please keep fucking me."

Synd let her have it. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Mai's toes curled and she felt her body drenched in sweat, her entire being in overload from the combined force of her orgasms. Synd kept panting her name, and she couldn't remember a time when she felt more feminine and virile, to have entranced this virile male alien to give her exactly what she wanted and needed.

An idea struck her. "Stop," she breathed. "I want to do something."

Synd stopped slamming his hips into her. "What?" he growled in her ear.

"Get on your back," Mai commanded, reaching to her side and grabbing the bottle of oil.

She unhooked her legs from around her waist and Synd adjusted himself, lying next to her on his back, his cock still swollen and coated in the cocktail of his natural lubricant and her fluids. Mai straddled him, feeling his maleness rub in the cleft of her rump. She uncapped the bottle of oil, then held it up to her chest and squeezed. The warm oil flowed in thick beads over her tits, down her stomach to her groin, where it pooled around her labia. Synd's eyes widened as she set the bottle down and rubbed the oil into her skin, making her whole body gleam in the light. She took her breasts in her hands and squeezed, her nipples poking from between her fingers. "Oh dear, it appears I'm all wet," she crooned, sliding her hands down between her legs. Her finger found her clit, and she toyed with herself for a moment.

Synd's cock pulsed against her backside. "Mai," he murmured. "Please."

The pure need in that one word swayed her immediately. Mai put her weight on her knees and raised herself up. She lined herself up with his maleness and sank down slowly, her mouth falling open as that perfect cock filled her again. As she settled against the kessa, she actually felt it shudder and probe a little deeper, almost drawing another climax out of her. Her fingers trembled against his chest. "How much longer can you last?" she whined.