So what are they good for?

Distraction could go both ways and she smiled, casually tugging her erect nipples. She wondered if he would deliberately flub, or just lose himself and end the game. Drella thought about the last time Kitana had tied her up. It had been the one year marker of their relationship and while things were not generally celebrated Kitana had invited her to Keltar Prime for a week.

Kitana knew Drella was submissive and gave her several options for her vacation. A choice of numbers each which represented a sexual fantasy. She'd picked 1 on the first day and had been tempted to just keep choosing 1 over and over again. Drella had been tied spread out on the bed and Kitana and a few select others had massaged, caressed, and licked, until she begged for satisfaction. At which point a gag had been stuffed in her mouth and Kitana had fucked her to elation, but not exhaustion. After lunch Drella had been tied face down and the event continued, but Kitana had used both her vagina and her rectum.

It had been exhilarating, and it made the prospect of a standard mating encounter with a male of her species pale in comparision.

"10, 22 to you." She licked her lips, "Do you intend to draw out the game so long...." she said pressing a breast up and reaching for it with her mouth.
 
"Well, if I'm going to keep getting such a wonderful sight while we play, I see no reason to hurry. 1. And that will bring us to 23. You can slow things down if you want. I don't think we'll be bothered for a while and if we are, so what?"

He flung off his garment. Revealing his nude body. His erection was at full mast and he still smelled of Drella. He could tell since her hot sex was emitting her delicious aroma. He sat on a nearby table, stroking his cock as he watched her go after her own breasts. He'd see how far she was willing to go to tease him.

"So, Drella, tell me something. Your first partner doesn't have to be male, does it? I mean, if she's a woman, that's fine, right? Even if it's for procreation, I imagine your all's scientific research would allow two women to have children with each other. Even on my planet scientist had almost made artificial sperm so a woman could become pregnant from her spouse...and your first partner doesn't have to be from your species does it?"

"I hope you don't take offense but I bet you would look beautiful walking around a lush garden, with a belly that swelled with your lover's baby, her teasing you the whole while." He didn't say Kitana but the implication was as Blunt as could be.
 
So he thought they could play as well as play, well he was correct. She let go of her nipple with a slurping noise and spoke again.

"Genetically Engineered Life Forms have no legal status, and are banned in 75% of the galactic body. A partner for procreation does need to be of the appropriate gender match." She had thought of what it would be like to be impregnated by Kitana. It made her want to have Kitana select and oversee the impregnation process. To create a child in such a loving environment, it was her secret fantasy. She had been unable to access biological information on Kitana's species, because she had wondered about it since Kitana was very careful about using birth control.

"10 again, for 33," she slide her hand down letting the garment pool at her feet, her pale fingers spreading her pussy lips as she moved to sit on a table top, legs spread.
 
Last edited:
Jake was surprised by that factoid. He had figured that lesbian pregnancies would be nothing of note this deep in space. He watched Drella's face though. He could tell she still had some interest in the idea...or at least if it was Kitana doing the impregnating. His eyes of course went back down as Drella finally shed her gown, leaving her naked. If she had stopped there, it would have been bad enough but then Drella let her finger go between her moist labia, spreading them outwards so he could get a good look at her. As Jake watched, he felt pre-cum start to bead out of his tip, stealing a moan from him.

Jake tried to match the display, letting his tongue dart around his lips while he moved his hips so they were actively forcing his cock upwards against his stroking hand, letting it's full girth be displayed with each powerful thrust. Still, all Jake could think about was how he needed to make love to Drella while she was facing him. He had done a disservice to himself by taking her from behind: so much of her glorious beauty was hidden from him when he took her that way.

"1. 34." He grunted, "That's too bad Drella. Because it would be a wonderful sight. I hope the registry has someone who can meet all of your needs...though, I guess there's no rules against keeping a mate on the side, is there? I mean, if your partner and you were okay with it, you could take a trip and have a rendezvous with someone."

He finally admitted his own lustful thoughts, "it would be a tragedy if someone as wonderful as you had to settle for plain sex when your body is crying out for stimulation and submission...like right now, wouldn't you have more fun if you had that gown binding your arms or blindfolding you?"
 
The door hissed open and the pilot emerged, an ambiguous looking biped with no obvious clothing or genitals, but it's skin instead of the pale grey of preflight was a flushed pink, and at least four cherry red nipples had emerged on it's chest.

"I was drawn to the scent," it stated rather simply looking at both Drella and Jake. It turned and did something to the door effectively locking it. "You will attend me?" it was voiced as a question even as the tone indicated it was a demand.

Drella moved towards it and knelt at its feet. "It is an honor to serve," her hands were held behind her back in a strongly submissive pose and the pilots three fingered hand caressed her face.

The pilot looked at Jake, as if waiting for a response. Drella slowly stood as the aliens strange fingers stroked her chin, it was tall compared to the petite Drella and her mouth was in line with the lower pair of nipples. "You are familiar with our need?" it asked and she nodded and suckled one nipple.

"It makes things easier," it stated.
 
Jake blushed as the creature came in and half asked, half-demanded sexual gratification. Jake just blinked in stunned silence as Drella almost mechanically took her place on her knees and submitted to the pilot, waiting for its touch to rise and begin sucking on one of its nipples.

Jake wasn't sure what to think of the act but he remembered what Drella had said about pilots and noticed its looks at him. He was tempted to decline but thought better of it. After all, Drella didn't seem to mind or was even that surprised by it's casual request. Besides, it was a chance to get some more knowledge on some of the creatures he might have to pleasure...and it probably wasn't too bad of an idea to stay on the good side of the creature that was in charge of his interstellar flight.

Jake hopped off the table and knelt next to Drella and the pilot, assuming the pose he had seen her make. It was a little humiliating but he was willing to endure it to get a little more knowledge and some brownie points. Besides, even if the experience itself ended up being unarousing, the two of them working together would get it over with faster than if he left Drella to handle things alone...or at least, he thought so.

"My apologies pilot, I do not have much experience but I would be honored to serve you as well."
 
The pilot sighed softly and the flesh under the upper nipples swelled forming small perfect breasts. The flesh between it's legs was firming up as well as it seemed to extrude a smooth pink shaft roughly 8" in length. Drella stopped suckling with a sort of dazed look of pleasure on her face and whispered to Jake, "Suck on it."

She knelt again taking the lovely pink shaft into her mouth, devouring the newly formed appendage feeling its form shift in her mouth becoming thicker, with a bulbous head, her mouth departing it with a slurping wet sound as it was getting too big for her mouth.

She noticed Jake had indeed latched onto one of the more feminine nipples and smiled. The pilot shuddered as it's body adapted to the copulation needs of the pair. The pilot picked Drella up and moved her back to the table, spreading her legs open and preparing to mindlessly plow her as it's own lusts were fully engaged. It bent her over the table exposing a luscious wet slit for Jake.

Drella drew herself up to suck on a cherry red nipple again, the sweet liquid making her even more horny, so that when the pilots cock began to hammer into her cunt she was begging for more, "Harder, deeper, MORE," she moaned. She gasped, she knew pilots were fucking and flying machines and had heard stories about how and where to suck for what effects.

She had not dared to engage the last one as a male, but she understood why some travelers preferred this form of pilot.
 
Jake was mystified as the pilot grew feminine breasts. Yet, as it grew what Jake could only assume was a phallus, he decided to just give in and start suckling on one of the nipples, surprised to find it had a unique flavor and even a liquid which came out and pooled in his mouth as he sucked eagerly at the nipple. It was strange, the liquid made him feel very content and seemed to transform his almost painful arousal into something...different, still hungry but more intense than before. He just wanted to keep sucking on the teats but he suddenly heard a slurp and felt the nipple leave his mouth as the pilot moved to collect Drella and move her to the table.

Jake saw Drella get impaled onto table and felt a wide mix of the same emotion: jealousy. He felt Jealous of the pilot who got to experience Drella's pussy and made her loudly beg for more, jealous of Drella, who was in ecstasy and was getting to enjoy more of the pilot's discharge, and jealous again of Drella for getting the pilot's full attention. He wanted to please the pilot as well. If it wanted more from him, it should have said something. By the time he observed the pilot's new slit, his animal mind had taken over again and he positioned himself behind the pistoning pilot. It was difficult to do but he used the pilot's momentum to help guide his cock into its new orifice.

Jake gasped as he entered the new hole. As he slid in, it felt like it was milking him with an uncountable number of muscles. He would have been content just pushing and pulling his tip in and out of that wonderful hole but another gasp from Drella ironed his resolve and he slammed himself all the way to the hilt inside of the pilot as it pulled back to ready another thrust. Jake was in heaven as the Pilot's new vagina for itself around him, getting his cock slick with juices and massaging it from tip to base. Yet it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to fuck the pilot so hard that it would beg him for more. He wanted to screw it until it would need help walking back.

At first, Jake tried to match the pilot's movements, penetrating it when it pulled back and leaving only his tip inside when it was buried inside Drella. However, that wasn't enough stimualtion, and he wanted to surprise the pilot so he varied his thrusts, sometimes entering only half way when it pulled back and other times slamming home when the pilot was all the way inside Drella. Jake kept thrusting away, sounding more animalistic as he jumped against it harder and harder.

Jake then reached out with his hand and had it go to the pilot's feminine nipple, stroking Drella's face briefly before he found it. He wanted to get more of that taste in his mouth, so he began to tweak and tease its nipple, desperately trying to get more of the juice out.
 
The pilot was mindless like a beast rutting and it impaled itself into Drella even as if luxuriated in the sensation of being plowed. It finally sank deeply into Drella body pressed tightly against her as it released the essence of life within her. It's phallic member did not shrink but rested inside her, plugging her vagina.

It then swiveled so that the top part of it's body was facing Jake, and it smiled at the human. "Good," he grunted in a low husky tone, one leg shifting to rest over Jake's hip, feeling the males own dick thrusting inside.

Normally a male would have expended himself, this one was resilient. It was unfortunate that pilot would undoubtedly never engage another Terran as it had noticed the mark of Krylktn, that meant his species was protected from outside influence and this one would undoubtedly live out his life on Keltar Prime.

The pilot rather forcefully pulled Jake's head down to the boob he had not previously nursed on as it felt Jake's stamina would be further enhanced and to prevent any possible damage. The pilot looked asexual, but in reality it could morph to any gender required and was familiar with multipartner situations. It was theoretically sterile, merely acting as a conduit between two parties. Therefore any genetic material it transmitted was from previous couplings.

The next female it encountered as male, would thusly be filled with Jake's genetic code.
 
Jake only smiled in response when the pilot twisted itself around and smiled down at him. The sudden contortion barely registered. He only felt satisfaction at finally having the pilot's full attention. Even when the pilot forced his head down, he offered little resistance and switched to welcoming the harsh movement as it brought his lips onto a fresh nipple, drawing in more pleasurable liquid.

The human let his arm go to the alien's leg, stroking it as his other arm embraced the pilot, which helped his mouth stay against its breast and gave him more leverage to fuck the pilot even deeper. Jake would have been content to never stop fucking the pilot's vagina and he almost regretted when he felt his balls draw up to deliver a fresh batch of seed to his cock. Yet, when he did come, it was a glorious explosion of pleasure, as though every jettisoned sperm was tapping a button to send his brain pleasure as they spilled inside the pilot.

Jake slowed his thrusts and released the pilot's nipple so he could take a deep breath. He was elated and yet felt a bit disappointed that things could not go on longer. Yet, even as he pulled back to free his member, he could tell it was still hard inside of the pilot...so Jake thrust deep into the pilot again gasping as his used cock started to fuck the pilot again, slipping through its vaginal folds that were covered in his own cum.

Jake had only ever used his Coke in this way once before. That time it had been a less than pleasurable experience as his irritated cock gained as much pain from the coital encounter as it did pleasure. Yet, the discharge from the pilot relieved him of that irritant and he soon was thrusting through the afterglow, which subsided as he felt enhanced vigor and pleasure. His cock soon regained its girth and fucked with wild abandon.

"One more time, I want to make you feel good baby." He moaned before latching back onto the pilot's nipple, not even trying to rationalize why his brain would give the pilot a pet name. He thrust again and again, even as a final spurt of his seed shot out from their first meeting. He held on as long as he could but eventually even that vigorous joining ended and Jake came again. This time, the pleasure shook his whole body until he almost collapsed and had to lean against the pilot as he slid down to the floor and onto his knees.

"Thank you," he panted, "I hope I was good for you." He looked up, still in an orgasmic daze, hoping for a word of praise, his brain still seeing nothing odd about Drella being rooted on the table while his cum dripped out of an alien vagina that was attached to a body that formed all the bits and pieces that he loved to feel, suck and penetrate.
 
THe pilot shuddered at the potent release it's body rippling along the dick as if to pump every drop of life essence out, which was a built in response as the pilot was only as potent as it's last partner and it's body strove to drain Jake of sperm and feeling it explode inside it's body being drawn in deeper and deeper to be stored, it craved more, and the nipple extruded what was needed, and Jake's body responded to the demand. The pilot bounced a little, feeling the phallic extension quivering inside a wet subdued Drella.

So when Jake exploded again the alien, gasped feeling it's entire being work to pull the genetic material inside, to capture and contain as much as possible, only a bit of non life producing licquid managed to drizzle down it's leg.

"Yes," the pilots low sultry tone thanked Jake as it's body seemed to impossible swivel around and again it thrust into Drella, slow and easy. The pilot felt the need to expel every ounce of previously acquired genetic material into Drella's waiting womb, in order to have just the essence of Jake stirring inside of it.

Jake of course had no idea what a honor that was, as the pilot changed from pink to blue as it ejaculated inside Drella again, the surge of seed exploding deep within her. It was many heart beats later before the pilot withdrew and ran it's three pronged fingers along her abused pussy and with each touch her cunt tightened until it was practically virginized, the seed of life locked up inside her.

Drella and the pilot were both unaware that when the currency from Jake's sale hit Drella's account and she tipped into breeding status her birth control had been turned off, and that this interaction had cleared her system of the drugs and was on it's way to impregnating some of the dozen eggs that had surged free.
 
Jake smiled as he heard the pilot praise him in its own way and watched the pilot resume its mating with Drella. He watched with a mystified look on his face as he watched the creature turn blue and finish its erotic but ritualistic mating. Feeling bad about his previous jealousy, Jake crawled over and kissed Drella on the cheek as his hand stroked her hair. The pilot's bucking had been brutal and crushing but Drella seemed fine outwardly.

When the pilot withdrew, Jake watched in surprise as he saw no trace of ejacualte on its member. It had definitely moved at the end as though it was firing a precious load within her but aside from a slick ended shaft, nothing dribbled off of the phallus. As Jake thought about it, the pilot's slit barely let anything escape. It was strange but he just let that fact subside. Strange seemed to be his main course so a self cleaning alien was just a new fact.

He watched it gently touch Drella and Jake kissed her on the lips, figuring the pilot was trying to provide some comfort to her well-used organ but unaware of the benefits it was actually providing. He looked up at the pilot.

"Thank you for letting me serve you. Would you be available again for us to service you?"

In truth, Jake was exhausted but the thought of reliving that experience was tempting. He also was tempted to see what Drella's reaction would be.
 
"If time permits I will need attention again after landing." This was the most the pilot had spoken as it slowly resumed it's pale grey white color and gently ran it's fingers along Jake's cheek.

"Most humanoids find the experience too draining to endure more than once in a trip." With those words the alien walked away, no sexual organs present, and unlocked the door and left the pair alone again.

Drella was barely able to breath, and when she did it was a soft whimper of pleasure. "That was everything I thought it would be and more." She felt oddly warm and she smiled. "What were we doing? the last thing I remember is acquiring food." Drella was familiar with this after affect as there was something about mating with a pilot like it, that short circuited ones short term memory. As if by burning the mating experience on one's neural pathways erased the previous moments.
 
Jake smiled as the pilot caressed his face. He would definitely need to try and recover his strength before the landing. He carefully pulled himself up onto the bench next to Drella, his legs almost betraying him, and pulled her into his lap where he cradled her, letting his sweat drip onto her as he rocked her and felt his heart and breath shake him along with her own body.

He grinned at her query, he too could barely recall what happened before, "we were talking, you said something about babies, we started to play a game, sonething about 34, and then we took our clothes off." He started to laugh, "I guess we were going to have sex right here and then the pilot came and...well, it was indescribable. I was so hungry for sex, you were moaning and begging, you looked so desperate."

Jake placed his lips on hers and kissed her gently, "you're gorgeous when you beg. I got jealous and then...it was amazing." He kissed her again and began to suckle on one of her nipples. His body was exhausted but muscle memory from the past hour started to take over, "I'm really glad I got to be there with you Drella. It was incredible."

He moved his hand between her legs and started to rub her labia, "does it hurt?"
 
she whimpered a little when he touched her. "It's incredible sensitive, would you be upset if we took a dip in the bathing pool." Drella closed her legs cuddled up against him, feeling warm and fuzzy, like being drunk and in love and well fucked and adored all at the same time.

She gathered her garment and walked to the food station and requested a liquid. A steaming cup that smelled minty emerged and she slowly drank it until she felt she could stand long enough to walk to the bathing facilities. "The pilot is piped into all the common areas of the ship, we evidently emitted enough hormones for it to be drawn to us."
 
"Hmm, take a bath with my gorgeous handler? I don't know..." He teased, moving his hand away from her overly sensitive mound. He hugged her body to him and kissed her on the lips, "I'd love to."

Yet, as their bodies separated, he felt like he wanted to reach out immediately and grab her back to him. He really liked having intimate contact with Drella. He liked how warm she felt and well her body fit tucked against him. Maybe it was just an after effect of the pilot but he felt a bit cold when she finally left his embrace.

Jake's legs were the most worn out parts of his body, so he had to carefully work his way around the table just using his arms to prop himself up and scoot his but around to the other side. He eventually reached his own garment and tossed it on, glad that it didn't have pants to go with it as he was only just able to balance on his wobbly legs and brace himself against the wall as he worked himself over to the counter where Drella was standing.

Her explanation was surprising, to say the least, "So the pilots just race over to wherever a couple of people are going to mate?" he asked, his heart finally returning to its normal rate, "Not that I'm complaining but they either have amazing noses or we must have been really up to something before it came." He said with a smirk and then, looking at Drella he remembered the sight of her pleasuring herself while he watched and masturbated...what had they been doing?

He slowly snaked his arm around her back, partially for physical support so he would have an easier time getting to the baths and partially to just feel her once again.
 
"They have extremely fine senses and motor coordination," Drella finished her drink and placed the cup down, draping her garment over her shoulder. For some reason she felt compelled to be naked, to just be in her own skin. "I saw a video of one engaging an entire crew of five after making it through a nasty quasar storm."

She blushed to admit she had seen such a thing, but after her first encounter with such a being she'd been curious as it just how much they could shift shape.

She slowly walked to the bathing facilities, letting the cool air caress her skin, she didn't think it odd that her nipples were a shade darker than before, or that they remained hard. An encounter with their pilot was likely to leave any humanoid with some lingering effects of arousal.

"I can't believe you want to go again," she purred as she touched his chest, "Then again your species does have quite the stamina in that area." She opened the door to the bathing facilities, where a large somewhat shallow pool of warm water filled the space. Their appeared to be bathing soap and salts and a steam vent to dry off in. Luckily none of the others were in the pool as Drella's bare form invited lust to any who might see her.
 
"A crew of five?" He asked, utterly stunned. The fact the pilot they had been with had handled both of them simultaneously was amazing enough of a fact for him. He could barely even conceive how five people could all make love to a pilot at once.

"Well, maybe if at least two of the crew were women and it..." He thought to himself before he noticed the blush on Drella's face.

"Hmm, was this a security tape or has my beautiful handler been watching some pornographic videos in her spare time?" He smiled. He supposed one constant was true regardless of location: everybody wants to see someone naked.

He watched her casually remove her garment again and sighed as her lovely body came back into view. He has seen her nude for more than half the time he had known her and yet watching her breasts spring free filled him with lust. Not that things got any better when they were in the bathing room. Her previous pure and her touch filled him with longing that unfortunately his cock wasn't quite up for just yet.

"Trust me Drella, it's much more than just my stamina." He said earnestly, " you're gorgeous and probably one of the kinkiest women that I've ever met...and after that pilot, even your flesh touching mine is driving me insane.

Jake shed his garment and kissed Drella full on the lips, "you know Drella, I could wash you while we bathe. Our wet bodies sliding together while you tell me more about Keltar Prime.
 
She laid her garment aside and stepped into the warm waters, feeling the water soothe her frazzled sexual nerves. Drella felt warmer than usual and she laid back letting her body rest under the water, her full breasts buoyed on the top, her darkening nipples feeling cooler as they were above the water. She knew better than to initiate sex so soon after an encounter with a pilot.

"They are morphic, they form whatever orifices or protrusions required for the species involved." The video had shown the pilot emerge and it was a pulsating red and it immediately began tagging and fucking the crew who had been fortunately or unfortunately all huddled in the rec room.

She smiled at the thought, she'd watched the video out of curiousity and because her encounter with Kitana had opened her mind to sexual possibilities. "It's a beautiful place, plenty of flora, but most of the animals are smaller life forms, fish, birds, insects, that sort of thing." She closed her eyes, "I would enjoy having you wash me," she began again. "Kitana's section is quite large, and hosts several exotic species of plants and rare Krylktn such as yourself."
 
Jake followed Drella into the water, sighing with relief as the warm water surrounded him. He grabbed hold of some soap and first lathered his hands and then began to rub the soap over Drella's back and shoulders and then lathered her breasts, careful to avoid her sensitive nipples. He found a bowl and started to pour water over Drella's head, getting her hair wet.

As he tried to figure out which substance would be the best to serve as shampoo, he decided to ask more questions.

"So Kitana has an entire section of a planet?" He asked, clearly amazed, "How big is it and how many Krylktn does she have?"
 
Drella continued, "The size is relative to the size of the planets landmass which is not on file. There are about 30 Krylktn, 30 household staff, and 30 researchers and guests at any given time. Of which about 10% are male, and the rest range in species, she even has a sentient plant." Drella had been the most curious about that, as they typically did not travel, and transplanting one was nearly unheard of, she had supposed that Kitana had rescued this one from the black market, but it was possible she had gained it through less than legal channels. But it seemed very happy in the garden so Drella didn't consider reporting it.

"Because of the birth control, there are no children or adolescents," Drella didn't think that there was another reason for the birth control of that no children visited. "She also travels with no more than five Krylktn, who are highly trained." Drella recalled them, she knew Kitana's people travelled with a group, but seeing was different than reading about it. She had half expected them to all be of Kitana's species, but they were a mix of species and genders. She had not come across anyone else of Kitana's species they moved in expensive circles.

"You will never be bored."
 
"Oh, I'm definitely not concerned about being bored." Jake said, working his hands into her hair, spreading a clear substance in her hair that he hoped was the equivalent of shampoo and started scrubbing her belly and sides with a loofa-like implement.

"So are there any Kritykn I need to be worried about? I don't mean their sexual needs, I figure I'll just need to learn those...but do any of them have any...triggers that might set them off?" The last thing Jake needed was to find out that shaking someone's hand was the equivalent of telling them to go fuck themselves or to find out that laughing was an assaultable offense to one of them."

"Drella, could you turn around and put your arms on the edge of the tub? It will make it easier to scrub you." He requested, rubbing the loofah against the outside of her thigh.

"And what about Kitana? Is there anything that will set her off?" The last question worried him quite a bit. He didn't want to get on her bad side, regardless of how kind Drella said she was.
 
"Don't worry about the others, they will accept any guffaws (strict translation) with grace. Kitana enjoys new things," Drella paused there was plenty she could tell him, but wondered if it would be better if he learned on his own. "Her species is known to be highly sensual, so don't be surprised if the others wear little clothing, kiss, touch, caress each other in greeting. You should probably refrain from sticking your cock in any of them until Kitana has seen you. As far as I know only the females are on birth control, but I guess I wouldn't really know about the males."

It only made sense that if Drella had to be on birth control that the males must be virile. "I only met one male when I was there and evidently, while quite pleasant, his species only breeds under certain conditions, so he wore a garment while I was there."
 
"Well, that sounds pretty nice so far" he said, scrubbing her back carefully while he kissed the exposed parts of her flesh. He worked it down to her lower back, "What does Kitana look like though? Is she bipedal or something else?"

He hoped Drella would be with him when he first met Kitana. It would bad enough touching down on a new planet and not knowing anyone...it would be even worse if He had to try and find Kitana without help.

"You said I might be able to find an artist there, is one of her Kryltkn an artist or will I be allowed to leave Kitana's section to go find one somewhere else?" He moved the loofah up, washing under her armpits.
 
"Kitana is purple, you really can't miss her," Drella had no idea why Kitana's species was the only one she knew of with purple skin. "The gardens supply fruit for the outer sections, so traders come in about once a ten day to exchange items. You should be able to find an artist among the household staff, I'm not aware of all the Kryltkn, I've arranged the transfer of five to Keltar Prime since that first sale. Others have been sent directly to her location or sometimes her families shipping line has picked them up."

"I suppose there has to be an artist in residence, Kitana has the most fantastic artworks I've seen in a private collection."
 
Back
Top