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In less than twelve hours, every living being in that small and backward planet had seen the first photos of the meeting between their leaders and an alien entity.

High Admiral Jian tasted pure, undiluted awe as the alien ship swelled before him. Now that was a warship, he thought, drinking in the sleek, fierce shapes and the organic look of the alien ship. The big, powerful ship lay amidst the charred swamp, gleaming with reflected sunlight, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Since childhood he had read about aliens and practically devoured any and every book he could about space travel and aliens, but not even in his wildest dreams he believed he would actually see a real spaceship.

He had lucked, his battleship had been recalled for repairs and refit when they had launched the nuclear weapons. For a few minutes he had believed that was the end, he prayed and made peace with the idea that in a matter of minutes the world was going to become a nuclear wasteland, but in some kind of joke from the destiny this amazing ship popped up in their radars, destroying missiles right and left, downing nuclear bombers, and plummeting trough the atmosphere.

He had put on his best uniform and got ready for tense moments as they tried to make contact with the alien life forms inside the ship, his mind tried to run through all the scenarios of such encounters he had ever read about in the books, but unfortunately most of them were about evil alien overlords coming to conquer their world.

So when that strange, semi-naked amazon of a female hugged him tightly he felt like a complete idiot.

The first thing he learned about those strange aliens was that they were incredibly friendly. The first they saw was a strange being that looked in part like a cetacean, but she had some kind of armor on her back and her neck was much too long, but even then she probably would be the object of lust for dozens of males all around as soon as her photos begun to pass around. He knew that some of his man had became entranced by her plentiful chest and her swinging hips, the fact she wore almost nothing made matters worse.

His boat shivered as they approached it, and his pilot cut his thrusters as they slid into the bright cavern of Gemini's boat bay. The small craft was deposited neatly in a cradle by long mechanical arms. Jian would need all of his willpower to avoid gawking at the ship.

Inside they meet several others aliens creatures, first there was another big female like the first one they had meet, but she had some kind of fin in her back and her teeth were more like those of predators. Weirdly enough the rest of the crew seemed to be composed only of girls, bright young ladies that dressed in short skirts and more than once he needed to remember his man don't to bothers the girls, these were travelers from the stars that demanded all their respect.

Lieutenant Meri and his staff fell in behind him as the Admiral walked down the access tube, and he smiled as he saw the two big females as if waiting for them on the end of the tube.

Trying a trick he had learnt in one of his books Admiral Jian put a hand over his chest and said:

"Jian," and then pointed his hands to the first of the aliens.

"My name is Keila, I'm the pilot of the bioship_Gemini_ and this is Darla, she is the captain."

Jian stared in shock for an instant, the alien had just spoke clearly in his own language!

"The translation matrix isn't perfected yet, but it should be enough for us to communicate." Darla explained.

"Welcome aboard, High Admiral," Keila spoke with a hint of a giggle, clasping Jian's hand firmly, and her deep, husky voice sent shivers through his spine.

"Thank you, and allow me, in the name of my government and people, to welcome you to our planet!" Jian spoke animatedly.

He glanced around the crowded gallery once more and stiffened. He now had begun to realize that there was no males anywhere around, all of the crew seemed to be composed simply of females. All of them dressed like out of one of the raunchiest stories that he had read in the past, not a single one of them wore any kind of pants, only small skirts and really tight shirts that delineated their breasts. Darla and Keila were dressed in what appeared to be latex swimsuits, their breasts almost popping out of it with every breath and it almost disappearing on their butts. He'd tried to prepare himself for the alien concept, but the deep, visceral shock echoing deep inside him told him he'd failed. It wasn't just alien, it was unnatural, and he tried to hide his instinctive repugnance as he dragged his eyes back to Darla's face.

"On behalf of my Queen, I thank you," hir host said, and Jian managed to bow pleasantly. "I hope our visit will not bring problems to your country," Darla continued, "We have some bad experience dealing with primitive cultures."

"High Admiral Jian, we could use some help from you," Darla said, and Jian heard the hissing gasp of his staff's utter disbelief behind him.

Lieutenant Meri smiled as Keila stepped onto the mat.

Meri was a master in two different martial arts and had won a award in hand to hand combat in the last war games. During their tour through the ship he had noticed what appeared to be a training area and he had made the mistake of joking about what those girls really did in the mat where Keila could hear him. The big female didn't take the joke lightly and before he knew they had agreed in some kind of duel.

His adversary was pretty big and seemed strong, but he was really confident on his skills and combat experience.

None of which had kept Keila from throwing him around with embarrassing ease.

Keila was taller and stronger, with better reaction speed and hand-eye coordination, but more than that her fighting style was much more refined and direct than that from hir opponent. Shi knew moves the male hadn't even imagined yet.

They met at the center of the mat and fell into guard positions, there was no smile on Meri's lips. His face was still and calm, his background anger and frustration leashed and channeled, and only those who knew him very well would have noted the hardness in his eyes.

They circled slowly, hands weaving in deceptively gentle, graceful patterns. Both were masters in their choose form of combat, and a hush enveloped the gym as other turned to watch them.

Keila felt her audience, but only distantly as hir senses focused on Meri with crystal, predator-like concentration. Hir style was a primarily offensive "hard" style, a combination of cool self-control and go-for-broke ferocity designed to take advantage of hir larger size and longer reach. It was less concerned with form and more with concentrated violence. It made far less effort to use an opponent's strength against hir than most Oriental forms did and laid proportionately more emphasis on the attack, even at the occasional expense of centering and defense.

A classmate from the Academy unarmed combat team had once likened it to fencing with claymores, but it worked for Keila. And, like any of the martial arts, it wasn't something one thought through in the midst of a bout. You simply did it, responding with attacks and counters which were so deeply trained into you that you didn't know what you were doing--not consciously--until you'd already done it. So shi didn't try to think, didn't try to anticipate. Meri was too fast for that, and this was a full contact bout.

The lieutenant moved suddenly, feinting with his left hand, and Keila swayed backward, right hand slapping Meri's right ankle aside to block the flashing side-kick. Hir left palm intercepted the elbow strike follow up, and Meri whirled on his left foot, using the momentum of Keila's block to turn still faster. Shi slammed the ball of hir right foot onto the mat and hir left foot came up in a lightning-fast back-kick, but Meri wasn't there. He slipped closer, and grunted as a solid fist hit him just above his kidneys. Keila's other hand darted forward, snaking around him for the throw, but Meri dropped, pivoted out of Keila's grip, and kicked up through a backward roll. His feet caught Keila's shoulders, but they merely made hir flinch, and Meri bounced up only to find himself flying away as hands like steel clamps flung him through the air.

He hit the mat, rolled, and vaulted to his feet. He felt overpowered for the first time in his life, from all the enemies he had faced in the battlefield now there was someone that he couldn't defeat.He recovered his stance before Keila could reach him, and he grunted as stiff fingers rammed into his midriff. He buckled over the blow, but his left arm rose instinctively, blocking a second strike.A fierce exultation filled him as he pressed forward with a flurry of punches and kicks. Shi pressed hir attack, using hir longer reach and greater strength ruthlessly.

Meri was never certain precisely how he found himself airborne, but then the mat slammed into his chin, and he tasted blood.

"Not so shabby," Keila offered hir hand to him. Shi saw the pride in his eyes flare for a moment, but the male knew better than to try and keep fighting, he knew when he was defeated.

"Thanks," He said with a heavy sigh. "Do you have something for my cut?"

Keila took him to their small medical facilities where some of the girls could take care of him. They cleaned his cut pretty easily and instead of stitching it they applied a quick shot of a nanoboost that should heal his wounds in mere instants.

At least that was what was supposed to happen, but never having received the basic nanotech implants that was common place among the Queendom of Centauri the nanobots begun to multiply and work without supervision on his body, changing it from the inside out.

He felt a rumbling sensation growing inside him, the sound vibrating around his body as conscious became ragged and slippery. Waves of sensation built inside him, exploded through his system and sent ecstasy breaking over him, until he arched his back hard, his fingers latching onto the medical cot as he fought to scream through the most incredible pleasure he thought he could experience.

Until seconds later. Until he learned there was more as the nanobots rushed to his brain, showed him a new existence of pleasure. In the corner of his eyes he could see the nurses trying to contain him, but then there was Keila coming over him,holding him tightly with hir powerful hands. A fire was ablaze inside him, he desired that creature, hir smell seemed to awaken new desires on his body. He felt a strange warn and moist sensation in the middle of his legs.

He saw the female's penis slipping out of the tight suit she wore, a part of his mind was terrified of it, but his body craved for it.

These sensations were too unusual, too hot and striking too deep inside him.

With a grunt shi fitted the wide crest of hir cock into his spasming entrance and worked inside with quick, deliberate thrusts. There were hir teeth raking hir shoulder. There were the pinpoints of pleasure-pain as hir thighs pushed his farther apart, hir hips rocked powerfully against him and the heated length of hir cock filled him, overfilled, until the sensations had him seeing stars with the pleasure ravaging his body.

He was at a loss to understand it, at a loss to process his body's reaction to Keilas's touch. Each stroke of hir cock, each caress of hir fingers against his nipples... oh God! The rasp of hir teeth and tongue against his neck was driving him insane! The strokes of hir cock inside him were too much. He felt as though he was burning, as though each touch was too painful to bear and yet too much pleasure to ever escape.

"Please," he cried out between clenched teeth, begged for something he didn't understand.

Powerful thrusts filled him, filled his souls with an eternal flame. Sensations culminated in a powerful, fiery explosion of pleasure.

Keila's teeth bit into his shoulders, his lips opened on a silent cry of bliss. Hir massive body bucking against him, he fought for a control that didn't exist, and didn't want. He felt hir thrusts increase as the first wave of pleasure tore through him in a orgasm that was nothing like an ejaculation, it was a jolt of electricity that run through his body, waves of wet fire that crashed against his body, it filled every cell of his being with pleasure. He felt hir teeth rake his nipples, hir long tongue caressing his pulsing breasts. Inside, hir cock began to pulse, thicken,a second before he felt the hardened thrust of the hermaphrodite hybrid's barbed cock. It thickened, knotted, locked into place inside him, and sent him careening into another harder, more heated orgasm. Crying out hir name, Meri felt himself melting, burning with each pulse of hir potent semen as it filled him.

She was overcome.

She was taken.