Out of This World - Part 7 [Sexy Alien Space Babe TG]

Part 3 - Freedom

Chapter 1

“That’s it…just there.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, I’ve been on my back for an hour, so hurry up and finish!”

“Well, if you would keep your tentacles in place…”

“Tendrils, Kris, they’re tendrils, and they are not supposed to do this sort of exercise.”

“There!”

The Plumarian finally clicked the last piece into place, and Mal sighed in relief, letting her tendrils relax. Trying to hold three parts in place at once while Kris worked had been a lot more strenuous than he’d made it sound. Mal slid back out from under the console and sat up, letting her long spine crack satisfyingly. She arched it a few times, working out all the kinks and giggling when she caught Kris trying not to stare at her breasts being pushed out. With her jumpsuit half unzipped, she was giving him quite the display. 

“Oh, no wonder it took you two so long to fix the navigation system,” Raymond said as he leaned against the doorway. “How long were you two actually working?”

“The whole time, I’ll have you know,” Mal replied, pulling herself up to her full height. “I don’t mix work and pleasure.”

There was a brief pause before all three of them burst into incredulous laughter.

“Wow, I can’t believe you managed that with a straight face.” Said Kris. “I’m pretty sure for you, work is pleasure.”

“Only most of the time.”

The three of them made their way through Haven’s boxy corridors and down into the cargo bay where Zara was overseeing their latest shipment. She rested her hand against the brand-new steel plating they’d had installed the other week. It had taken a whole month in drydock to get Haven fixed up, but now, despite its age, it looks good and new. Zara beamed with pride, and Mal felt her heart flutter a little. It was worth every credit she’d scrimped and saved, worth all the extra jobs they’d run, to see Zara so happy. 

“We’re actually turning away work, I never thought I’d see the day.” She said as Mal approached. “That new paint job was worth every cent.”

“Better take the deals and run before people realise what a clunker this ol’ thing is.” Raymond teased before quickly dodging out of the way of Zara’s elbow. 

“He’s learning.” Mal grinned. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Mal,” Zara said, indicating to the full job list. “You’re so great at finding the jobs that lead to bigger things down the line, plus the fact that you’re so exotic can't hurt. I even had some people asking about you today. They said they wanted to trade with the ship with the strange Sedun who dresses like a man.”

“I don’t think wearing a jumpsuit counts as ‘dressing like a man.’”

“It does when your species usually wears dresses no matter what the occasion.”

“Point taken.” 

Mal grabbed the datapad and started flicking through the list with a groan.

“Zara, these are all going to different stations! It’ll take me hours to figure out a flight plan that’ll get us to every spot within the individual deadlines!”

“Well then, you’d better get started.” Zara gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “I know you can handle it.”

“...You’re lucky you’re cute.”

~

Zenk had made another lovely dinner, now that they had more credits, Zara had increased his budget and the giant, craggy-faced alien had been cooking all sorts of delicacies for them. Mal was eating better than she had her entire life. It was hard to tell, with his stone-like face, but she suspected Zenk was even smiling more often. It had been an exhausting day, the kind that would normally have her happily collapse into bed, but tonight something was different. There was a familiar tingling under her skin that usually only happened when she went a few days without sex. She’d had Raymond only a few hours ago for a quickie in the cargo hold, but he hadn’t left her fully satisfied. Luckily, it seemed she was in like-minded company as Zara pulled alongside her in the corridor, and a hand came to cup her ass. 

Without a word, Mal pulled the blonde into a kiss, sighing happily at the taste of her skin. It had been too long, almost a full week, since they’d been together. This was exactly what she had been craving. 

“Shall we take this to your room?” Mal teased, running her tendrils up and down Zara’s sides, letting a few cup her face only to freeze in shock.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, eyes fluttering open only to go wide. “Mal…why are you…why are they pink?”

She was right. The little bioluminescent lights, which were usually white and soft shades of blue, were now a brilliant, beautiful pink. They dimmed slightly, brightened on and off, making the whole corridor glow softly around them. Zara’s breath caught in her throat, and she gently reached out and ran her fingers along one, causing Mal to shiver.

“Ooooh…that’s…that’s really nice. Even better than usual.”

“They’re trembling, should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Mal kissed her again, and they started to stumble back down the hallway toward Zara’s room. At some point, they managed to get there and practically fell through the doorway and onto the floor. The bed was only a few feet away, but that was too far for Mal now, her body felt like it was on fire. She needed Zara here and now. Her fingers were still threading through her tendrils, making them glow brighter than ever. The whole room was illuminated in pink light, so much so that they didn't even need the lights. 

“You’re a wonder.” Zara breathed, pulling Mal in for a deep kiss, and she undid both their jumpsuits. They kissed hungrily, exploring each other's mouths with a fierce passion. Zara's hands roamed over Mal's body, feeling the smooth, soft alien skin and tracing the glowing marks that dotted it. She gripped her firm ass, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together. Mal moaned into the kiss, her tendrils wrapping around Zara like soft caresses, pulling her deeper into their embrace. The tendrils seemed to be taking on a mind of their own, winding themselves between their bodies so they couldn’t break apart even if they wanted to. 

Zara broke the kiss, trailing her lips along Mal's jawline, down to her neck. She nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin, tasting the unique flavour of Mal's alien flesh. 

"You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers through Mal. "I want more."

Mal giggled, but the laughter turned to a moan in her throat.

"Then take it, Zara. Take whatever you want."

The words came out more desperate than she intended, and Zara noticed.

“Going into heat again, are you? Is that what this is?” 

“Maybe, fuck, just keep going.”

Mal ran her fingers over Zara’s toned stomach and full breasts. Zara's nipples hardened as the cool air caressed them, and Mal wasted no time in leaning down to take a hardened peak into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue, swirling and sucking, before moving to the other breast, giving it equal attention.

Zara cried out, her head falling back.

"Fuck, Mal... your mouth feels so good." She threaded her fingers through Mal's glowing tendrils, making the Sudan shiver with want. 

Zara looked up, her eyes glimmering with lust. 

"You like that, Zara? You like when I tease those pretty tendrils of yours?"

Mal nodded and bit her lip with a low moan. As they kissed, Zara's hands wandered down Mal's body, feeling the smooth, soft skin of her ass. She squeezed, craving to mark this beautiful alien as her own. She gently probed Mal's hole with her slick finger, feeling the tightness. 

"You're so fucking tight, Mal. I can't wait to stretch you open and make you mine."

At the mention of being claimed, a strange shiver went through Mal, that pink glow in her tendrils seemed to grow brighter, bathing them both in erotic light. Mal moaned, pushing her ass back against Zara's finger. Mal was usually the bold one, making Zara beg for mercy. Today the tables had turned, and she wanted nothing more than to let Zara claim her. 

"Do it, Captain. Please.

Zara obliged with a wry chuckle, slowly pushing a finger into Mal's tight hole. Mal gasped as she felt herself being stretched, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort washing over her. The discomfort quickly faded though, leaving nothing but pleasure.  

"Oh fuck, Zara... that feels so good," Mal moaned, her head hanging low as she pushed back against Zara's fingers. "I want more."

Mal’s tendrils seemed to react on their own, sliding tighter around Zara’s body to reciprocate, the thin tips of several of them binding together to press into Zara’s pussy and slowly fuck her at the same time. Zara cried out, her hands gripping the bed sheets as Mal worked her magic, both of them slowly getting closer to the edge. Mal had never used her tendrils this way and now that she had, she couldn’t believe it had taken her this long. The ecstasy grew and they were both gasping for breath until finally, Mal's back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her tendrils flared, making the room light up so much that it was almost blinding as they clung to Zara. The captain cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. They both continued to fuck, drawing out the pleasure, riding the waves of her orgasm until they both collapsed with a satisfied smile on their faces. 

“That was…”

“Yeah…”

Mal was pretty sure she’d never cum that hard before. Her tendrils were still glowing pink, and somewhere in the back of her sleepy brain, she remembered Dr. Vrylix mentioning that once. The context eluded her, though and she was too blissed out and happy to try and remember. Instead, she curled around Zara, holding her naked body close and enjoying her warmth till it lulled her to sleep. 

~

Mal stood, tapping her foot impatiently as she stood on the ramp. They had one last lot of cargo to pick up before they could leave the station dock, and they still weren’t here. Time was ticking away, and Mal could feel the tight schedule she’d worked so hard to develop slowly slipping through her fingers. One late stop and the whole thing could cascade out of control. 

“Uh, Mal?” A small voice squeaked.

“Yes?”

It was a short human man with a pox-marked face. He was wringing his hands nervously. 

“I’m from Edge Designs, there is an issue with the cargo, the trolly has broken down and we can’t carry it…”

“Ugh, seriously?” Mal grit her teeth. “Fine, I’ll come help.”

“R-really?”

“Just because I look delicate doesn’t mean I am. Come on.”
 Mal just wanted to get going; that same itch under her skin hadn't gone away and she wanted nothing more than to get this cargo aboard, tell Raymond to book it and then grab Zara and pull her into her cabin to make love for the whole trip to Io station. Maybe if she focused, she could even get her tendrils to glow pink again, she had no idea why that had happened, but somehow, it had made sex all the better. Her head was so swimming with daydreams that Mal didn't even realise, until it was too late, that the man had led her to a very secluded part of the station. That would have been suspicious enough, but the lack of any cargo carriers immediately put her on edge. Suddenly, the nervousness in the man's shoulders didn't seem to be from embarrassment but anticipation. Mal focused her empathic powers and sensed the anxiety wafting off him; something was wrong. 

“Where are you taking me?” She asked harshly, stopping in place. “There is no cargo, is there?”

“No.” The man squeaked. “But…I’m sorry, I needed the creds!”
 He scampered, bolting for the next hall just as Mal was about to give chase, but then suddenly, the biggest alien she had ever seen appeared. He was that same giant rocky species that Zenk was, but despite his bulk, he moved fast. A huge hand swiped across her side, knocking her clean through the air and into the metal wall with a heavy thud. The wind was knocked from her lungs, and Mal’s eyes went wide with pain as she wheezed. 

“What…the fuck?”

Her vision was blurring, but somehow she forced herself to her feet as more shady figures appeared from the other side of the hall. She was surrounded. Idiot! She’d gotten rusty, but that didn't mean she was going down without a fight. Mal flared her tendrils, forcing feelings of fear and anger out to try and knock her assailants off kilter. She watched and grinned as a few of them flinched. 

“Told ya man, this is no ordinary Sedun.”

She knew that voice…the man from the deal a few months ago! He was hiding behind the craggy alien and the rest of the goons and Mal hissed.

“You!”

“It’s gotta be him, quick, knock him out.” One of them ordered and suddenly, they were upon her. 

Mal kicked and punched, fighting them off as best she could, but it had been so long since she’d been in a proper fight, and her head was still swimming from that first hit. She had no experience fighting in a Sedun body but still managed to crack a few noses. Hands wrapped around her tendrils and yanked, causing her to cry out as another blow to the head sent her tumbling to the floor. She tried to stay conscious, but it was impossible. She could only look up weakly as a human man with cold, dead eyes looked down at her with an unreadable expression. The man leaned down, getting so close that Mal could feel the heat from his breath even as she was losing consciousness. 

“Murdeek sends his regards.”

~

Something wasn’t right. After all her stressing about them being on time, Mal was late. Really late. It wasn’t like the Sedun to leave the docking bay when they were loading up, especially when they were on a tight deadline. According to the plan she’d written up, they were supposed to leave for Io Station three hours ago. Yet they were still missing their last lot of cargo and, more importantly, Mal. 

“I asked around, nobody has seen her for hours,” Raymond said, sounding more serious than usual. “The last guy to see her said she walked off with some human man three hours ago talking about collecting cargo.”

“Mal wouldn’t have left without telling us where she was going, not unless she meant to be right back,” Zara said.

Kris wrung his hands together nervously.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“I don’t think she is, Kris. Or we’d have heard something by now.” Zara bit her lip. “Get the others and lock up the ship, we’re going searching.” 

The longer they looked, the more worried Zara became. There was this strange itch in the back of her brain. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew Mal was in trouble. Of course, station guards didn’t do anything based on gut feelings. 

“If she’s been gone more than twenty-four hours, come back and file a report.” The disinterested sergeant had said. “She’s probably just found a nice Caleb to get with, you know how Sedun are.”

It had taken all of Zara’s self-control not to punch him right then and there. The only thought that held her back was knowing that spending a night in a cell would only lessen her chances of finding Mal. When she returned to the ship, Kris’ worried face told her nobody had good news.

“Nothing?” 

“Worse than nothing.” Raymond grimaced, “Kris, tell her what you heard.”

The Plumarian wrung his hands again and took a deep breath. 

“Well, I thought I’d ask some of the engineering staff ‘round the docking bay. They go everywhere and see everything you know. So I thought that would be a good idea-”

“Kris, get to the point.”

“One of them, a guy named Jerry, saw a Sedun woman walk down one of the loading halls with a man, and a few minutes later, a whole bunch of guys came out with her slung over their shoulders.”

“And nobody said anything?!”

“Apparently, the Sedun was ‘drunk’, and they were taking her back to their ship to sleep it off. Nobody questioned it cause Sedun are such big partiers and stuff.”

“Fuck.”

“W-what do we do? How are we going to find her? They didn’t say what ship she was taken to…it might have already left. Oh no, oh no…”

Zara didn't have time to try and calm Kris down. Instead she grit her teeth and found herself staring out at the sea of ships in the docking bay. One’s engine roared to life and made its way to the exit before making its way out into space. 

“Mal…” Where are you?”