Shadows from the Badlands

"I didn't know you were here, or I would have come back here quicker," said Michael, still firmly holding the Protoss, breathing in his unique scent.

"I joined a delegation that is here to discuss the losses both our sides took, and possible locations to rebuild." Michael thought he heard a distinct smirk in Dash'rs mind, "They won't miss me, and I am sure most of them know my reasons for coming."

Michael shivered, hoping this was going where he thought it was going. Time spent with Dash'r, even when confronting life threatening situations, had a pleasant undertone. Being able to relax now, with no distractions, would likely go a long ways to relieving the constant tension he had been feeling for what felt like ages.

By now the sharing of emotions and sensations was becoming second nature to them both, and even when exposed to the raw desire and pleasure the other felt, they were able to maintain their control better. Even so, Michael had waited long enough for some things, and he had something he wanted to try that he bet Dash'r had never experienced before.

He gently pushed the Protoss back, so that his back was pressed against the bulkhead of his quarters. He could see nothing except the glowing eyes in front of him, and he felt his way along the robe that Dash'r wore, trying to figure out how to remove the garment that was impeding him. Michael let out a triumphant snort when he finally figured out how it was held in place, and slowing stroked up and down the large member in front of him, marveling at it's length and girth, much larger then his own, or almost any human he had been with. He took his time stroking it, reveling in the feel of it, and his own echoed sensations. The only major difference he could feel, was a much looser foreskin, that seemed to clump more towards the base of the shaft then around the head.

He batted away Dash'rs hand, as the Protoss tried to return the favor, "Let me explore, or neither of us will last," he said, and the Protoss ceased his attempts, content to let Michael explore his body.

Michael slowly knelt in front of the Protoss, and he could feel the confusion spark across there link. He licked the head of Dash'r member, and the confusion was replaced with a mindless ecstasy. The mirrored sensation on his own dick was far in excess of what he expected, and he wondered if it was because of the Protoss' inability to have experience with oral stimulation. He licked the head again, tasting the precum that was already leaking in abundance, so similar in flavor to his own, yet with a diferentness. His own mind nearly blanked out along with his lovers when he brought his mouth down over the head, and he had to fight for control over his own instincts to prevent them both from cumming.

When he had regained control of his desire to cum, he began lowering his head down the thick shaft, reveling in the texture. His hands ran up and down the stomach and flank of the Protoss, feeling the alien musculature, and roughened, almost reptilian skin. He only made it half way down before he knew that his gag reflex would kick in, and not wanted to subject the sensation on someone who probably didn't even have the right organs to feel it, brought his mouth back up the shaft, sucking as hard as he could. He could feel the muscles quivering through Dash'rs abdomen, and he knew that he was trying to resist the urge to thrust, knowing that the added sensations would cause it to end all too soon.

He began his descent once more, running his tongue around the sensitive skin. He reached his hands around to the Protoss' butt, curious as to what he would find, and hoping that curiosity would dampen the sensations both were feeling. The Protoss ass was strange, and the skin thickened considerably, forming what felt like two armor plates. He felt around where his own anus would be, wondering if the lack of a digestive tract would mean no hole. Sadly he found that to be the case, yet he did find what was probably the evolutionary left over, in a small fold of skin, that definitely had a fair amount of pleasurable nerve endings in it, he discovered, after lightly stroking it.

He began sucking Dash'r in earnest now, one hand roaming Dash'rs body, the other he brought around front, and wrapped a couple fingers tightly around the base of the thick cock and balls in front of him, wondering if it would have the same effect as it did on him, causing an orgasm without release. As his sucking increased in speed, Dash'r lost his ability to hold back, and began thrusting forward, eagerly meeting Michael's mouth half way. Though outwardly silent, he could feel the streams of incoherent mental babbling coming through their link. When Dash'rs orgasm hit, it hit with a brutal intensity, and even though the tightly wrapped fingers prevented Dash'r from actually cumming, Michael had no such thing preventing his own echoed orgasm from spraying the Protoss' legs.

Michael sagged back, sitting bonelessly on the floor, riding the afterglow, while Dash'r practically collapsed in a heap.

It took minutes for either of them to be able to form coherent thought, and it was Dash'r who spoke first, "Humans have such an," he paused, searching for the words in his mind that was still only half functional, "interesting, sexual arsenal."

Michael chuckled, "I bet your the first Protoss in history to ever get a blow job."

"Indeed, and I am glad, that even though I cannot physically do the same for you, that you could feel it just the same."

"With that whole 'mind sharing' thing, I gotta say, Protoss have an interesting sexual arsenal as well."

They both relaxed on the floor, neither all that interested in moving. It was Dash'r that regained his drive first, as his somewhat softened dick re-engorged at the sight of the human laying on the floor, naked and wanton. "It is a pity you are male, or I would take you again," Dash'r said, while lightly tugging on his dick, which was beginning to throb again."

"Why not?" Michael asked, before smacking his head. "Right, no mouth, no digestive tract, no butt. That never even occurred to me."

"To what are you referring to, Michael?" Dash'r asked, clearly interested in whatever workaround the clever humans had come up with.

Michael climbed onto his cot, and lay with his knees raised, and legs parted, and gestured for Dash'r to join him, "Come here, lay on top of me, with your legs between mine, and I'll show you," he said, leering at the Protoss, his hole already clinching in anticipation of the Protoss' large member penetrating him.

When Dash'r had complied, Michael lifted his legs the rest of the way, and arched his back, bringing his cleft into full contact with Dash'rs member. "There's another hole back there, humans use it for, uh, some sexual activities."

As Dash'r reached down with a hand and began gently probing at the area with a digit, trying to find what Michael was referring to, a sudden agitation that was not his, sparked in Michael's brain. Before he had a chance to fully comprehend that it was another of the telepathic threads that had connected to his mind, the door to his quarters burst open, flooding the room, and particularly the cot with light, providing a perfect profile view for Sarah.

"Michael, I need you help wi..." she cut off her manic ramble when her brain caught up with what she was seeing. "Oh fucking hell, sorry, oh my words, I did not need to see that." She turned and started to flee his quarters. She stopped, her back still turned, and said, with a very forced neutrality that simply made her embarrassment that much more evident, "Michael, I need your help with the thing we were discussing earlier, I'm sorry to have barged in on you, and my mind is most likely going to be scarred for ever ass punishment. But I need to speak with you right now."

She left his quarters, the room once again being plunged into darkness.

"Fucking hell," Michael growled, his shock having worn off. "Dash'r, I'm so very sorry, but I have to go for a moment, how much longer are you here for? You want to come with, whatever she needs me for, the Protoss are going to be just as affected, I'm sure."

Dash'r shook his head, "Go, I will be eagerly awaiting your return, and I will be here for several days, so there is true need to hurry, other then the obvious," he said, directing his gaze down to his dick, which had never truly gone done.

Michael leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, before wriggling out from under him.

"I’m sorry again, when I'm done we'll finish this up."

He dressed, and left the room, somewhat hating Sarah's timing, to see what she needed help with.