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simply.
    Jurig continued his motions as we lay on the
bed together, exceedingly straightforward, him above me, me on my
back, my legs slightly bent. I found it unusual, but interesting.
He returned to my breasts, fondling, kissing them and wrapped his
arms around my shoulders, whispering things of flattery as he drove
himself into my warm, welcoming flesh.
    Jurig was not unskilled although I felt no
shockwaves, no roaring tongues of flame, no wildfires sweeping my
body. I did feel pleasure, aches, and satisfaction. Before he
emptied his cock in me, he pulled out and lapped with his tongue
around my little bud until I shrieked and quaked and then plunged
back into me and poured out his release.
    It was good. To pretend that it was not
would be a lie.
    I returned to my duties on Yar although it
was some time before I was ready to travel again. Jurig and I
continued to see each other. Yarians do not mate and do not have
romantic visitors, but Jurig was seen by others as a companion,
someone with whom I shared a platonic bond because he had rescued
me. His presence on Yar was tolerated and I engaged him whenever he
came to visit, which was quite frequently. Jurig made sure I
climaxed each time, along with him. He never left me unfulfilled.
Xane, as you know, was never that way.
    Eventually everyone, Jurig and Yarians
alike, came to accept my collar of stones, taking to calling it a
“necklace.” I wouldn’t let anyone near it, let alone a locksmith.
It may have bothered Jurig, but he never mentioned it.
    And one day, I was ready to travel again,
alone. It would be my first journey from Yar since that fateful
trip to the asteroid of Karatar. This was not to be diplomacy
visit, but a visit to another planet for a short study on recent
advances in systography. With hundreds of years left in my
lifespan, I couldn’t remain on Yar forever. It was my duty and
destiny to make an impression in the galaxy. Besides, I was good at
what I did. The best there was. There was no reason to waste my
talents.
    I rode the small ship to a planet in the
tertiary star system of Qazon, sixteen days away from Yar. It was
an easy journey and I let us get eight days from Yar before I took
any action.

CHAPTER
6
    Although Jiikorians are trained to acquire
knowledge of every type, sparing no expense or time in our
education, I realized one failing in the year I spent away from
Xane. I did not know how to pilot a ship. As exalted guests, we
Jiikorians expect to be ferried to our destinations, chauffeured at
our whim, transportation at our beck and call. I suppose any of us
could have piloted a ship in an emergency. But to set a course for
a distant location and manage all operations required a level of
expertise I felt I did not have.
    Normally if I found a deficit in my
knowledge, I would travel to the system best-suited to educate me
to fill that void. I would have spent years training to become a
brilliantly proficient pilot. But I felt I did not have the luxury
of that much time. So I spent the time instead in the Yar gardens,
simulating the experience, drawing upon the collective knowledge of
Jiikorians, half-blood and pure-blood alike.
    There wasn’t enough collective knowledge so
I asked Jurig to teach me. He may have wondered why I wanted to
know, but he indulged me just the same. I learned only how to fly
his ship and not Yarian vessels, but I am resourceful and creative.
So when I overpowered the crew, including my security detail, and
placed them adrift in rescue capsules, I set about piloting a
Yarian ship to Xane’s planet and I had no trouble.
    And what of Jurig, you might ask? Did I
simply use him and then abandon him for my own ends? I was not his
exclusive lover, I have no doubt of that. And I do not believe I
broke his heart if that is what you are wondering. But I can see
how you might think so based on what I have told you. I will let
you draw your own conclusions since I really do not know.
    But as to my story, Xane’s planet is