Chiana was distracted as she gaped at them, absorbed in admiring his beauty. Simple and yet so intricately detailed, his muscles lean contures of sinew. The only hair he had was long, starting from the middle of his back to his buttox in two curving mains of very fine silver hair, soft and gleaming. She dared closer though cautious, stopping short with an arm behind her as a Nebari man stepped in her path, Tenlo. She should have guessed, she was warned about his interests in exotics.

"How did you get in here?"

She smiled as she lifted her eyes up to him from their corners. She licked her lips as she tocked her head slightly. "I'm just on my way to the refreshment center. He caught my eye. What is he?"

"A Dalmon," the man smiled as he smoothed the silks of his shirt and moved to the doorway of the beings containment, tapping the lensed force shield that served as the cell door. "Your guide is Kosik is he? Chiana ... this being is not unlike what your guide says about you, assured to give you the finest of pleasures. Unless of course, you would prefer ..."

Chiana tilted her ear up as she moved closer, glancing from him to the Dalmon as she drew her elbows back. "You sell him to frell people?"

"Oh my dear," the man chuckled lightly as he crossed his arms. "So much more than that. If only the establishment would recognize how much more effective they are for spreading the contagion. A Dalmon absorbs the orgasms of other beings. It lives on the pleasure you experience. You'll come for him. When the Dalmon has absorbed that it will radiate the energies it has absorbed."

He smiled as he took her chin to gain her eyes. "Then you'll come again, exquisitely."

"Yeah well," Chiana smirked as she back handed his hand from her chin. "I think I've seen enough."

"Don't you want to try?" The man asked as he stepped in her way from backing up. He grasped her by her hips, turning her back to the Dalmon as he brought his lips to her neck. "You haven't had anything like it. Try. He is low in energy. Perhaps, you could provide him for me. Since you're with Kosik you don't have to pay."

"I can get any frell I want," Chiana smiled as she reached behind her and slid her fingers up the mans crotch, finding his building erection easily through the thin silks. "What's in it for me?"

"Unbelievable ecstasy that will last for the next half cycle?" He spoke thickly as he nosed her ear, bringing his hands up her sides to her breasts. "The ecstasy you experience will stay with the Dalmon for his life span, to be shared into every lover for their experience. You won't have just your pleasure Nebari, you'll experience everyone's he's ever had."

"Maybe so," Chiana laughed as she grabbed his hands and pulled them from her with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Why don't you just let your tralk taste you if he needs it so bad?"

"It's the variety," he persisted as he waved his hand over the cell doors lock and the shield came down. "Go inside, see for yourself. If he does not please you I will compensate. I can provide you anything, food, clothing, currency ... we can all use those things can we not?"

Chiana licked her lips again as she stepped inside, eyeing the Dalmon as he moved towards her. She moved back into a half crouch, curving her head at him as she shifted at her feet restlessly. "Does he even have a name?"

"Fintor," Tenlo smiled as he raised the shield again.

Chiana cut her eyes at the shield as it went black screen. She curved her head back to the Dalmon, creasing her brows as he came to sit squat in front of her, his large crystal eyes gazing up at her from the Luxan like brow.

"Fintor is it?" She smiled with a wince of her eyes as she crouched with him, wrapping her hands around her knees as she tilted her head, her supple lips parting. "Do you talk?"

The Dalmon said nothing as he tilted his head in her fashion and touched her chest, drawing his fingers across. Chiana swallowed gently as she began to undo her bodice, feeling a little apprehensive with someone so entirely alien, even from the Sebacean's and others who at least looked more like her own kind. She laid back, watching him as he took off her boots and then pulled down her pants. He began to emit a cooing sound like whale song. She closed her eyes as she ran her fingers along the soft mat of the floor, drifting off in her own world. She had no reason to believe Tenlo about his alien tralk but she wanted the currency, clothes, food ... enough to get her and Nerri out of this sector fast enough to keep the people he was into off their backs when he was ready to run ... if he came back ...

If she had to run she had nothing to go with, four food cubes and Kosik breathing down her neck because of Nerries disappearance. She felt afraid as Dalmon's smooth fingers swept gently across her abdomen and then her breasts.

She turned her head to one side, parting her lips again as the Dalmon breathed into her neck his gentle whale like music. His breath was warm and sweet smelling like rain fall. She took in her breath slowly as she felt his gender tankas move across her thighs. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders at the strange sensation of his gender spreading over her, across her clitoris, down her buttox. She twisted his shoulders and rolled over on top of him, looking into his eyes dreamily as she trembled. He cooed as he sat up, laying her down again as he wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned, arching her back as his tankas vibrated, hot and beginning to become wet from her as the sensation of pleasure having him move across her washed through her. She drew her head back, her moan increasing as he pulsated against her, his hands gripping her hips as he took her breast into his mouth.

She cried out, gripping at the soft floor as she raised her head, biting into his shoulder. His nearly silver flesh tasted deep and rich, like honey. She sighed into his neck, curving her head up to his sharp ear, licking at it as her pleasure began to warm into hot threads, his tankas taunting, swirling into her wetness, throbbing and vibrating. She gasped as he suddenly slipped into her, thick and hard. The Dalmon thrust, her head rocked back as pleasure exploded inside her, screaming out as it washed through her body in waves. He thrust again, moaning as he pushed her back down with his hand on her shoulder, the other gripping her hip tightly as his hardness drove into her, each thrust sending her into waves of ecstasy.

She grabbed his hand, dreamy and expanded, a groan escaping her as his tankas swirled around her stomach and backside, slipping into her rear. Her head rocked back as she climaxed again, her ecstasy leaving her weak and tingling, consumed by waves and tendrils of pleasure. The Dalmon gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging in as he suddenly sat erect with her and drew his head up. He cried out a deep rumbling sound, his tankas suddenly gripping around her tightly as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.

Chiana screamed as an unbelievable force rocked through her like a roll of thunder. Her entire body contracted, her head lifting at his shoulder as her arms threw out. She jerked in his arms, her eyes almost rolling back as the explosive force rocked through her in tumbling waves, hot and rumbling like an inferno. The Dalmon screamed, it sounded like it was miles away as Chiana twitched in his arms, her own thrown out as rumbles continued through her, dying out slowly. She drew limp into his arms as he laid back, unable to move.

"I live universes away."

Chiana felt more than heard the voice as she found herself looking over a galaxy of a complex constellation. It was difficult to see at first as thousands of sparkles of light danced around her body, face and eyes until she could make out the outlines of the lights and shades, then the planets themselves. There were hundreds of planets and moons inside a galaxy of fiery gasses and silver streaks. She stood with Fintor, staring out at it numbly as he held her hand and pointed out to a deep midnight blue planet swirled in clouds of silvers, gold's and burgundy. "I do not have the contagion Chiana. They think I do, that is what they want to think. You won't have the contagion much longer. But this, I give. You need it. Not for them, you understand ..."

"What - what are you giving me?" Chiana spoke nervously as she gripped his hand. She shook her head as she began to try to breath in the fear she felt. Moaning as pleasure suddenly washed through her again, deep gold's and blues swirling around her in the strange dream from it. "I - I don't want anything from you."

"I do not need," Fintor spoke in a gentle, soothing voice as he touched her face, his large crystal eyes delving into her own. "He knows so little of my kind. He knows only a glimpse of purpose ... Chiana. So much more ... I will escape with you."

"What, me?" She tilted her head at him, searching his eyes desperately. "You're asking me to help you escape?"

"No," he smiled as he let go of her hand. His dragon like eyes blinked as he tilted his head, his mouth unmoving. "Once in your journey, you may see this world. I give you one elevation, one formation, one sensation. Here, this universe to touch. Sometime, you see this world. Touch. My kind will know, seeing in you, touch. A gift, because of the way you are. I will hope, because you are so few to encounter."

"Then, you're just going to use me so, your world can find you." Chiana muttered dreamily as swirls of light coiled around her.

"Not find me Chiana," They spoke deeply around her as she slowly began to close her eyes and lowered her head as a shard of light sparked around her. "I journey, I choose. I do as I wish. That is you, star traveler. Like Dalmon. So to be like Dalmon, you have. That is what we will see ..."

Chiana gasped deeply, washed in the thick sensations as the universe seemed to move away into a blackness of space with millions of stars gleaming within it. She kept her eyes closed, tilting her head as she smiled to herself and raised her arms again, enjoying the sensation as if she were riding through space.

"Here," Tenlo dropped a large bundle beside Chiana. "More than exceptional, have a look."

Chiana moved reluctantly, her eyes barely opening as she sat up on Fintor resting her hand into his smooth chest as he continued to sleep. She opened the bundle, swaying in the overwhelming swooning that swept through her brain at moving, the lethargic, tingling sensations still consuming her form as if she were being fried. Inside were clothes of silk. She gaped at them as she dressed into her usual clothes. Tenlo moved to a panel on the wall and waved his hand over it. A small screen came to life as a shelf, showing a hologram of Chiana's encounter with the Dalmon. Chiana up turned her head to the familiar sounds of their moans together, gazing at it wordlessly.

"Feel free to return," Tenlo smiled as he removed a chip from the panel and replaced it with another.

Chiana took the bundle and left, forgetful of the refreshment center as she moved back out into the streets and straight into a trades shop. She passed the silks silently to the keeper in the small front room. He nodded to her after inspecting them, dropping four small Negeltic crystals on the counter.

"Nice quality," he stated as he rubbed at the two digits on his forehead. "Snurch or frell?"

"None of your business, Storan." She tilted her head without looking to him as she took the crystals. "You got anything else?"

"Do you?" He raised an eyebrow with a slight jerk of his head. "You'll have to bring more of that for anything better. Say ... saffire, now there is something worth having in your pocket."

"Save it," she glared up to him beneath her brows with a curl of her lip.

"No really, look." He cut his eyes around himself with a deviant smile, causing a small smile to slowly cross Chiana's face as he slid down out of sight. She peered over, giggling at him as she planted her hands on the counter. He smiled up at her as he opened a small box containing a thumb sized cut stone of a deep, brilliant burgundy red, sparkling in chasms against the light.

"Yeah," Chiana nodded as she narrowed her eyes. "Pretty fancy ... what's it got to do with me?"

"It could buy you your own transport," Storan offered with a shrug. "You know how to fly one don't you?"

"And?" She laughed as she peered at him. "This is east side Storan, what do you want for that little thing, ten cycles of dragging you up Venushan silk? Where am I going to go with a transport anyway? I'm one of the Establishment's Gashen, remember?"

"When they can find you or your brother, sure," Storan smiled as he stood. "Listen Chiana, you're going to run out of places to hide someday. Might I at least suggest something that could get you far enough away they might have to look a little harder for you? The next time your guides transport leaves to run through a few pleasure planets, you could use this little stone to buy your own ship, right into the depths of the uncharteds. I even know a good place to land far away from Nebari control, the coordinance to the place I got those Negeltic crystals? Nerri seemed interested."

"Oh I'm sure the Establishment wouldn't mind, why else would you suggest it?" Chiana spoke sarcastically as she eyed him. "Just leave my brother out of my own buisness, Storan. Do you have a point or are you just dreaming?"

"Fine, I have a point," he rolled his eyes as he laxed his shoulders as if in surrender. He watched her wonderingly as she helped herself to the assorted snacks displayed along the right side of his counter. "I have a business man offering me far more than one saffire, if I can get him a cut into Establishment auctions ... say, through Kosik? Worth your freedom to you?"

"Forget it." Chiana stated as she sniffed into a basin of cubes and wrinkled her nostrils as she closed it. "Don't you ever check this dren? This expired."

"He wants the Delvian. They are so very rare on Nebari Prime, Chiana. You could work something couldn't you?"

"Get frelled," Chiana snorted as she turned to leave.

"I didn't think you would," he sighed. "How can you be so frelling particular and half starved almost every time I see you? There have been days you'd eat that expired dren Chiana!"

"I'm not listening!"

"Go frek," He exasperated with a heavy sigh and snorted as his shops door slammed shut. "Stubborn wench."

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Kosik stood at the refreshment center bar with a brooding look on his Nebari face. He wore a black cloak over his leathers, his short black hair wildly brushed. He turned to gaze over his Gashen entertaining guests, sipping on his glass of raslak as Chiana came creeping in, trying to sneak through to the quarters sections in the hallways to the farther back of the circular center.

He narrowed his eyes as he set the raslak down and moved to step into her path, staring at her as he crossed his arms.

"I'm suprised you bother to show up when your brother has disappeared yet again," he stated flatly. "He has delayed me for the last time. If you two prefer crawling down the streets I won't stop you, but if this persists I'm going to issue a request with my superiors that I be allowed to auction you off and see how you fare tralking some abominable species like the Scarren's."

"I'm here aren't I Kosik?" She cooed as she curved her head into his chest and traced her finger down his stomach. "You can take me along for the pleasure ride. Nerri, just does what ever he wants. I'm not his keeper."

"You do too much of what you want, Chiana." Kosik narrowed his eyes again as he held up a chip to her. "The Dalmon exotic? What if I were to report you and Nerri as being too - unconforming?"

Chiana searched his eyes, her heart beginning to pound in her chest as she realized he would if he hadn't already. She twisted a nervous smile as she gazed distantly into his chest. "C'mon Kosik. By the time I got out of being mind frelled you'll be a diplomat pulling the Sebacean's eyeballs out."

"It was Sebacean's I wanted you to frell," Kosik sighed as his black eyes softened on her. "But apparently you have taken it upon yourself to advance to - more exotic explorations. I will give you the benefit of potential Chiana. You show that much."

"It's for the greater good," Chiana chuckled with a tock of her head without meeting his eyes.

Kosik barely smiled as he shook his head slightly. "Well, since your errotican has increased for at least half a cycle I'll upgrade you. You'll like this. Go on, they'll be in your quarters within the arn."

He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. "If I didn't have to throw you into the control collar so many times you'd be on much more important diplomatic expeditions already Chiana. Don't force me to report you in for nonconformity."

"You found me remember?" Chiana let out a rough, nervous laugh at the floor. "Right after that last routine physical examination. Straight issue Kosik, aren't I? Where else are me and Nerri going to go? We don't have the - the security level to pass right? If I can leave the planet - then it's with you. My guide ..."

She gazed up to him beneath her thrash of bangs pleadingly. "You're not really gonna - gonna give us in are you? We're - we're supposed to spread the contagion for you. I didn't think you'd mind the Dalmon if that's what I'm supposed to do."

"If I leave without Nerri they'll start to hunt him down," Kosik spoke tensely as he tightened his grip on her arm. "Convince me your worth the trouble, or join him."

He let go, glaring after her as she turned away from him into the halls.

Chiana stepped into her so called quarters and laid down on the large bed, still feeling shaky and exhausted from Fintor as she closed her eyes. Kosik's place was actually a large ship at a landing base that accessed into the citadel through the tunnels where she had found Tenlo and his Dalmon. It was one of three diplomatic ships on the top of the mesa landing base. Each ship was large enough to accommodate a hundred Gashen and their guide. The ship Kosik's was on was ten days delayed to venturing into the uncharteds to entertain aliens, spread the contagion. There was no telling what kind of dren Kosik was going through to last the delay for his own eema. It wasn't the first time her or Nerri escaped his grasp and ran into hiding from the galactic tours or left the ships to break all hezmana loose on a visited planet just to get out of the controlled sense of the establishment and issued nerfers to recreate. It was the first time though that Kosik seemed ready to give up on both of them.

She curled up into one of the beds huge pillows and stared at the wall, worried about what Nerri was really up to this time. Even Kosik seemed worried about where he had disappeared to exactly. The last time either one of them had seen him he was talking to a governmental of the establishment who showed up at a refreshment party. They left together. Nerri had yet to come back.

She sighed as she closed her eyes. Almost everyone on the ship with her was from the same lot of those she had been in who had been given the contagion in what was supposed to be a routine physical examination. Voluntary walk ins ... none of whom ever walked back out. At least, not unless they could hide. Even then though that was only for a while. Eventually they were caught or had little choice but to return. They were Gashen now, just another term for tralking for Nebari Primes purposes in their controlled conditions, do something useful with the degenerates they wanted to clean off the Nebari streets, ensure their control over their own civilization. Her eyes barely opened as the sound of her door slid open. She heard their foot steps slide across the padded floor. Someone slipped into her bed, laying with her as their green hand came to her hip. She let her eyes rest on the second, an Ilanic who pushed open "her" closet. Chiana smiled slightly as she folded her hand over the green one and laid back against the beings warm body. She felt desire sweep through her at the sweet recollection of the Dalmon's pleasure, wanting to touch that extreme moment of intense ecstasy once more. Something he gave or unlocked within her she wasn't sure, only, that it was something he could do. In a way, her own little touch of saffire.