Fourteen
They stood in the warehouse, waiting for the authorities to wrap up their paperwork. It took a long time. Far too long! Eventually, they hauled the perpetrators away, promising to find the other man after Lola and Pace gave a detailed description of his destination and ship.
Lola shifted from foot to foot as the back of the last Sweeper disappeared into the airlock. She wanted to have sex with Pace again, but this time, she wanted to do it as a man. If he knew his way around a male body as well as he’d mapped out her female form, it was going to be awesome. Would they be as compatible with her gender swapped? How would he feel about finding out right now?
“Pace?” Lola walked up behind him and caressed one romp cheek provocatively. “We’re alone.” She lithely changed into a male.
Pace turned and caught his hand. “Except for Clam, who’s hovering over the glass ceiling with all her lights blazing.”
“Does that bother you? You know she’s going to peek one way or another anyway.”
Lola saw Pace look around. “Maybe not so much, but I don’t like the idea of bending you over one of these boxes.”
Lola’s rullkas clenched, picturing his lover’s large pike approaching his romphole. Since Pace wasn’t on board with immediate sex, he attempted to rid himself of his lust. “Because I might get splinters?”
“No. Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. And I’m not interested in making this our new home.”
“Where will we live?” Lola asked, curious, despite his arousal. He’d told Pace earth would be fine, but now that the rules had changed with regards to his id-ness, Gemma-Hydrox could be back in the mix.
“I’m thinking, until we have kids, that a blend of both planets might be nice. With a whole lot of space time in-between.”
“I like that,” Lola agreed. “Although it means putting up with two overbearing mothers.”
“I think we can handle it.”
“And once I bear children?”
“Then it will be up to you. If you think they’ll feel strange going to school on earth with their id still in flux, we’ll live on Gemma-Hydrox, maybe taking vacations back to my home planet.”
“We’ll figure it out when we face it.” Lola turned his hand in Pace’s and tugged him toward a discarded pile of what Pace called Zerogear, and he called Atmostec. “But right now, if you’re certain you don’t want me to strip off my clothes, we need to get the hockstad out of here.”
Pace adjusted his cock. “If I still fit in my suit.”
****
By the time they left the small pod, they were both in a state of severe need. There’d barely been enough room for two in the tiny transport ship, so Lola had to make do with sitting on Pace’s lap. Thank Lords the trip had only taken two minutes; otherwise, they would have had to invent some new positions in which to fuck…which might not be a bad idea for the future.
Calamity was all up in their faces the minute they came aboard. “You two kicked ass,” she exclaimed. “What a pair…and I don’t mean the blue balls you’re both sporting. We could seriously start a new career, patrolling space and taking out malicious marauders.”
“Dream on, Clam,” Pace snorted. “I’m not about to put the mother of my future children in danger.”
“Oh, so you’ve kissed and made up, have you? Good. There’s nothing worse than listening to you whine. And before I let you get on with commingling fluids, I have one piece of advice.”
“What’s that?” Lola asked when it looked like Pace would ignore his ship.
“Make sure you turn back into female every now and then or you’ll never have kids.”
Pace jabbed back. “Not a problem. I’m an equal opportunity copulator.”
“Then let’s see what you can handle,” Lola interjected. “I’m tired of all this talk.” He led the way to Pace’s sleeping room, Pace on his heels. “Lower the lights, Calamity, and add some nice mood music before you go away.”
“Can’t one of you forget to ban me from watching the fun just once?”
“No,” they both declared together.
“Fine.” Calamity gave a huge sigh and followed Lola’s orders.
“Now, where were we on that asteroid?” Lola’s pike wanted out immediately.
“Talking about bending you over,” Pace returned, then hesitated. “I never asked if you’re a top or a bottom.”
“Bottom, my love. Although I might want to mix it up every now and then.” Lola turned to eye the small bunk speculatively.
Pace came up from behind and pulled Lola flush with his body. “I can handle that,” he said. “And this.” He dropped his hand to Lola’s pike, which stood at attention inside his shredded pants, and stroked it. “Do we need slow and romantic, or can we get right down to taking care of these hard cocks?”
Lola’s voice croaked from his throat. “In male form, I’m not in need of a soft buildup.”
Pace laughed in his ear as he bit down on Lola’s lobe. “If I remember, you weren’t in need of gentle as a female, either.”
Lola reached back and cupped Pace’s rullkas. “That’s because I wanted you deep inside me as fast as possible. The same applies now.”
“That can be arranged.” Pace grabbed the waistband of Lola’s pants and gave them one giant tug, ripping them from his body. Before he knew it, Pace had his bare romp in hand, palming it aggressively.
“Not so fast.” Lola’s voice didn’t sound like his own. It came out a mixture of both id’s. He spun in Pace’s embrace. “We both need to be completely naked.” He worked quickly on Pace’s clothes, whipping them off and tossing them to the floor. He stood back and removed his own shirt, as well.
“Nice,” Pace hissed, his gaze on Lola’s fat cock. It might not be nearly as long as Pace’s hefty equipment, but its girth was impressive. “Dark purple. Almost brown. And completely bare. Damn. If I weren’t in such a hurry to fuck you, I’d suck that pretty dick.”
Lola’s pike twitched at the suggestion, but he longed for the same connection Pace sought. “Come.” He led him to the bunk. It was just the right height. Before he turned and presented his romp, Lola’s mouth watered for a taste of Pace. Selfishly, he bent and took a long, languid suck.
Pace groaned. “Fuck! Lube. We need lube. I’ve never brought a man here to have sex. I don’t have anything.”
“Not to worry,” Lola growled and stood, slipping adroitly into her female form. “Dip your fingers into my quim. I’m soaking wet.”
“And use your juices…”
“Uh-huh.”
Lola groaned as Pace’s digits went deep. When he withdrew, she turned back into a male.
“Rim my romphole,” he hissed, bending over the bunk.
Pace’s drenched fingers went round and round before plunging inside, two knuckles deep. He held still, clearly taking a good look. “That’s hot as fuck,” he rumbled deep in his chest. "My pale fingers in your purple ass.”
Lola wiggled backward, increasing the pressure. “I can’t see, but it feels amazing.”
“And it’s going to feel even better in a minute.” Pace withdrew his fingers. Lola felt him run the head of his cock up and down his crack. He paused at Lola’s romphole and reached beneath to tug on his rullkas.
When Lola moaned, his sphincter relaxed, allowing Pace’s pike to breach his tender ring. He grunted. Pace was so big, certainly bigger than anyone he had sex with before.
“Are you okay?” Pace asked, his voice strained. “I can—”
Lola reached both hands back and dug his nails into Pace’s flanks. “Don’t you dare move away,” he warned. “I want this. I want you.”
Pace bent and kissed the top of Lola’s spine where it met his neck, causing his nimples to harden almost painfully. There were some things that were true of both sexes, and begging nimples was one. “My chest,” he groaned. “Pinch my—”
Before he even had the words out, Pace’s fingers were at his nubs. His lover twisted and teased while easing forward with his pike.
Lola grunted. “Oh Lords. So good.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Pace’s voice came out gruff, thick with need. “I’m sorry, Lola. I…can’t…go…slow.” He sounded pained, holding back.
“Then don’t,” Lola rasped.
Pace surged forward and they both cried out, wrenching sounds of both love and lust. They found a rhythm, and as Pace grew impossibly hard, one of his hands dropped to Lola’s cock.
“I can’t hold out much longer.” His voice was like crushed ore. “Come for me, Lola.”
Pace’s hand became insistent, sending Lola higher with long strokes. His rullkas slapped against Lola’s own, and focusing on the nerves enflamed in every sex center he possessed, Lola came with a vengeance.
Ejaculate launched from Lola’s pike, spraying the bunk, his chest, and Pace’s hands. And before he had a chance to take a breath, Pace exploded inside him, holding still as he emptied himself deep within.
Lola collapsed on the wet bunk. He had no more muscle strength to hold himself up. Their coupling had been more intense than any Lola had ever had, but as his brain cleared and Pace began to soften inside him, he had an impish impulse.
Lola turned back to female…which tightened her romphole considerably.
Pace hissed, growing suddenly hard again.
“Oh, hell,” he groaned. “Can we possibly do it again? Like this?”
Lola turned her head and smiled. “We most certainly can.”
****
Several hours later…Pace wasn’t sure how many because he’d lost track of time, as well as his mind…they leaned on each other in the shower, washing off the last of the sticky remnants.
“Damn, Lola. I’m not sure you haven’t killed me.”
She sidled her female body up against his, rubbing her nimples against the fine hairs on his chest. “That’s not the plan, my amazing earthman.”
“What is the plan then?” he asked, dazed and beginning to harden again.
“Dropping off the treasure on my planet, then getting the hell out of there as quickly as possible.”
Calamity chimed in. “Amen to that, my unceasingly copulating co-pilots. I need some space.”
Leave it to Pace’s ship to have the last word.