Jackson Kez - Space Diplomat Ch. 03

Jackson pursed his lips and hummed. He wasn't sure what kind of pitch to go with, so he started low and focused on volume.

"Ooh, that's my musician." Yucce squirmed, and Jackson took advantage of her momentary distraction to push his hands deeper into her. He was starting to angle his arms, reaching upward through her torso. "Ah!" Yucce moaned loud and strong. "It feels like my whole body is lit up and shimmering," she said between moans.

When Jackson stopped to take a breath Yucce pulled his face out of her. Though he'd been inside of her chest, her body showed no sign of it, reforming instantly as he was so abruptly removed.

"Enough of that for now," Yucce said, "it's good for foreplay but I need something more." Her lower arms released Jackson's back and slid down his sides, circling over his waist to wrap around his cock. He had softened a bit when he thought he was going to suffocate, and she gently stroked him, her warm hands teasing his entire length. "Are you ready to use this for my pleasure instead of just yours?"

Jackson nodded, looking over her slender body and ready for whatever she was about to ask. "Yes, Councilor. I need to fuck you."

"Actually," she said, letting go of his cock. "While you're in this room, you have no needs. You're mine to use as I see fit." She winked at him and leaned up to give him a kiss. "But as it so happens, I see fit to let you fuck my brains out."

Yucce slipped out from under him, moving with startling speed. She rotated, getting on all fours and presenting her plump, toned ass toward him. Jackson took the hint and scooted forward, positioning himself behind her. Unlike Vera, who had clearly made herself as accommodating as possible for his... human anatomy, Yucce was all smooth. Jackson waited, expectantly.

"Now remember," Yucce said, looking back over her shoulder at him. "It's about pressure and depth. If you want to make me cum so hard I stay friends with you after this, take your time. Sela aren't multi-orgasmic, we have a very long refractory period, so I'm gonna boot your ass out the second I'm finished with you."

Jackson just grinned and grabbed her by the waist. One of his hands started to sink in but he adjust his grip slightly and reminded himself that he needed the leverage. This time she stayed firm under his palms.

"Good," Yucce said, "you're figuring it out. Now fuck me, Jackson. Stick that big cock into my ass and make me cum."

He didn't need to be told twice. Moving his hips forward slowly, Jackson pressed the tip of his cock into Yucce's shapely behind. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before he exhaled slowly. As he breathed out, he pushed forward, and his cock slipped inside of Yucce. It was more intense than anything he'd felt with her or Vera. Like sinking into the tightest, warmest, most inviting pussy that was squeezing him so hard he thought he might pop out while simultaneously threatening to suck him inside even deeper.

Yucce let out a short shriek of pleasure, "Fuck, I needed this! I knew you'd make a great cock to grind out an orgasm on. Don't fucking stop, Jackson, I'm going to cum so hard on your thick rod." She wiggled her ass, trying to press it back, but Jackson tighted his hands on her waist, stopping her from moving. "Oh fuck, you've got some fight in you. That's good. Now stop stalling and bury your dick inside me."

Jackson pushed his hips forward, sliding his rock hard cock deeper into Yucce. She welcomed every inch of him, moaning and squirming as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Her warmth and wetness nearly made him burst instantly, he was glad he'd already cum once earlier. As he buried his entire length in her, he couldn't resist a little dirty talk. "I bet you love this thick human cock inside you, you're so cum-hungry. I could see it in your eyes the moment we met, you were already wondering how soon you could get me into bed."

"Keep talking, spaceman, but don't stop fucking. I need your dick more than I need your pretty words." Yucce reached back with her lower arms, showing off her inhuman flexibility, and she stretched her arms out to grab Jackson by the waist. "If you don't get that cock bottomed out in me, I'm going to pull you in and do it myself."

"No you won't," Jackson said, his voice low and breathy. He kept pushing, his cock inching deeper into her. "You want me to drive you crazy, you want it so slow you can't stand it, so when you finally get that sweet release you cum harder than you ever have before."

Yucce moaned, a mix of pleasure and irritation, "Fuck you, Jackson, humans are so fucking—"

Jackson never found out what she was going to say because at that moment he finally pushed his dick entirely into her. His groin pressed up against her ass and she just started moaning.

"Fuck," Yucce said, trying to compose herself. "Fuck fuck fuck." She kept repeating the word until she finally got her wits about her once more. "Last lesson, stud. Most of the—," she gasped as he shifted his cock inside her. "Stop for a second, okay? I'm trying to help you."

"Not sorry," Jackson said.

She ignored his quip. "Most of the pleasure comes from deep stimulation," she continued, "but it's also the kinesthetic empathy. For a human to make me cum, you're going to have to cum too. Now you can't just pound away like I'm some monoform with a sensitive pussy that does all the work for you, even if that'll feel great for that bundle of nerves you call a cock, because it does nothing for me."

"So tell me," Jackson said, tightening his grip on her hips. "Tell me, Councilor," he added.

"You need to push your whole waist into me. I hope this doesn't sound too funny, but you have to get into my ass and fuck me from the inside."

It definitely sounded funny, and Jackson laughed. It quickly turned into a moan as Yucce squeezed his cock and pushed her ass back against his crotch.

"I'm hilarious, I know. Now shut up and fuck me before I flip you on your ass and use you like a dildo."

"Yes, Councilor." Jackson shook his head, ready for some weird sensations. He scooted forward on his knees, pushing himself into Yucce from behind. As he melded into her, her legs reformed around him, holding him up.

"Jackson!" she screamed his name as most of his lower body slipped inside her, pushing his cock deeper. He could see the silhouette of his erection through her lower back.

"A little more," he said, mostly to himself, scooting forward again. Yucce called his name again, arching her back as her whole body quivered around his dick. The vibrations passed down his legs and he shivered. It was like being halfway inside a tight pussy, totally illogical and unimaginable but incredibly erotic. When he felt Yucce's body loop around behind him, enclosing him in an amorphous sheathe, he knew he'd gone far enough.

"Now go fucking slow, you horny fucker," Yucce yelled, she'd gotten progressively louder the deeper his cock went.

This time when Jackson tried to move while within Yucce's body, he could do it. And with surprising ease. He pulled his hips back a short distance, feeling her slide along his cock. It felt amazing, like a pussy he never totally pulled out of. Then Jackson bucked his hips forward, trying to be gentle but also powerfully horny and in need of release.

Yucce let out a loud moan as his cock thrust forward. It felt like driving into a bottomless pussy that kept squeezing and squeezing his throbbing length. Jackson groaned, deep and from the bottom of his lungs.

"Yucce you're the tightest thing I've ever fucked, I can't get enough of you on my cock."

"Go faster, and keep talking," Yucce said, alternating each word with another cry of pleasure.

Jackson picked up his pace, sliding forward and back faster now. His hands were still outside of Yucce's body and he forced them inside her, amplifying the sounds of her raw delight. Jackson steadily moved his hands up and through her chest, and once he was up to his elbows in her, he grabbed on to her inside, anchoring himself. He hoped it would feel like when he grabbed a human woman's breasts in doggy style, and the way Yucce's body twitched and she looked back over her shoulder at him confirmed it was doing something.

He forced his cock back and forth inside of her and felt the pressure building in his balls as he squeezed her tighter from within. "I'm getting close, Yucce," he growled.

"Just fucking cum, I'm so ready for it," Yucce cried out. "Give me what I'm owed, you fucking stud. Blow that huge load in my wet, ready hole."

That did it. Jackson gave one final thrust and groaned out her name. "Yucce, oh fuck." He came hard, emptying rope after rope of hot cum into her. This time it traveled rather than dissolving quickly, and Jackson watched the thick globs of jizz spiraling through her translucent body.

When Yucce came, there was no mistaking it. Her whole body shifted from yellow to orange, the change centered on Jackson's cock inside her. She cried out wordlessly, moaning over and over again. Without needing to stop to breathe, she just kept going, and Jackson felt her becoming shapeless around him. She dripped, slipped, and slid off of his body, collapsing into a oval-shaped blob in the center of the bed. He could still see his cum floating around in her.

After about ten seconds, she gradually returned to humanoid form. First taking a vaguely person-like shape, albeit a person with four arms, splayed on her back. Her features sharpened and her face reformed with that familiar four-eyed look of grudging respect. "Shit," she said, "not bad, spaceman." She had reformed in an elegant nightgown that draped over her, her hair now hanging loose around her face instead of the tight ponytail it had been in. Her color slowly returned to its usual dark, forest green.

Exhaustion crashed over Jackson like a wave, and he swayed a bit before he regained his balance.

"Woah there," Yucce said, reaching out quickly to steady him. She pulled him in, guiding him down until he was laying next to her. She shifted underneath, narrowing her body and sliding under him before returning to her normal shape. It left Jackson's head resting comfortably on her soft chest.

She stroked his face with one hand. "Was that good for you?" She said, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. "It must have been, judging by the dazed look on your cute little face. Don't try to speak." Yucce kissed him again, softly this time. The light touch of her lips and tenderness in her hands surprised Jackson. "Cumming while co-mingled with a Sela can be intense, the kinesthetic empathy goes a little bit both ways. It's mostly me reading you, but your body also reads me to a lesser degree." She continued to pet his cheek.

"Wow," Jackson muttered. "That was a lot." It was a woeful understatement, but he lacked the brainpower to describe it better.

"It was," Yucce said, pressing her lips against the top of his head and nuzzling him as she played with his hair. "I'm going to wrap you up, okay? Trust me."

At this point Jackson would trust her with almost anything. He felt himself sinking, sliding into Yucce's chest. Her arms slid around him and spread out, wrapping him up, and in a matter of moments she had completely cocooned him.

"Shh..." Yucce whispered, "Relax." Jackson couldn't tell where her voice was coming from, and he couldn't move at all. "You're safe here. Nothing can hurt you." Her words came from all around him. "I'm here. Protecting you."

Jackson inhaled tentatively, making sure he could still breathe. Once that was established he realized how comfortable he felt. The tension began to ebb from his muscles as he relaxed every part of himself. Even better than lying in a soft bed, Yucce's body supported him entirely, completely mold to him. He closed his eyes. Jackson wasn't sleepy, he felt at peace. Pure peace and sanctuary. He started to ask a question but gentle pressure from Yucce over his mouth silenced him.

"No, I have things to say to you, Jackson. You will listen." Now her voice came from slightly above him, as though he were still resting on her chest and she were speaking while resting her head on his. Light movement from all around him gave the impression of a dozen kind hands soothing him, massaging and kneading his muscles.

"Let me tell you a little story," she said, her voice like soft wind whistling through tall trees. "A story about Vera. You earned it, and I promised."

Her melodious tones were like an extra blanket atop him on a cold day, and Jackson smiled, more at ease in this moment than he could remember feeling in years.

Yucce caressed his forehead with light, constant movements and continued. "Vera was once deeply, foolishly, and hopelessly in love." Yucce sighed, the sound rippling through the cocoon around Jackson. "She's an idealist, always has been, and that's why she fell in love with one of the Rhorak."

That was a twist. "You're serious? How long ago was this?"

"Quiet, and I'll explain. For a captive audience you're making a lot of noise." He could recognize the teasing tone in her voice now. "It started about five years ago. Vera and I weren't as close then, so I'm not sure exactly when this star-crossed affair began, but I can tell you when it ended. Two years ago. When the war started."

Jackson's chest tightened and sorrow draped over his thoughts like a fog. There weren't many ways a story like this could go, and none of them were good. No wonder Vera hated the war. No wonder she would do anything to help Jackson end it. That poor girl.

Whether Yucce sensed Jackson's through the cocoon or just made an educated guess, she seemed to follow his thought process exactly. "Yes, Jackson. This is what broke little Vera's big heart. And why she gives and gives with little thought for herself. The last time she let someone make her happy, she lost everything."

"What happened?" Jackson asked, dreading the answer.

"They met during the last major attempt at peace between our species. An exchange effort, with Sela traveling to live with the Rhorak, and some of the Rhorak coming here. Vera was a junior ambassador at that point, and her responsibilities were limited to running errands for the Rhorak if they needed anything." Yucce sighed again, and Jackson saw her cocoon changing from forest green to a more somber olive brown.

"It must be painful to think about. You don't have to tell me this, Yucce," Jackson said. "I mean, Councilor," he corrected himself quickly.

Yucce laughed, the cocoon rippling around Jackson. "You're very charming, Jackson. I can see why Vera is so smitten with you. Call me Yucce."

"Wait, she's—" Jackson wanted to ask what Vera had told Yucce about him, but Yucce cut him off with that same faint pressure on his lips.

"As I was saying," Yucce said, "the Rhorak are an ascetic species with few needs. So Vera spent most of her time talking with them. It's her favorite hobby, you know."

Jackson hoped he'd get to talk more with Vera. He wasn't sure where they stood, and it was making him anxious.

Picking up on his stress, Yucce intensified her massage of him. "Stop it. You're not helping yourself fretting over things beyond your control. Now please, let me finish. This is verging on cuddling and you know rule two."

He laughed out loud. "Okay, whatever you say, Yucce. We definitely aren't cuddling right now."

"Correct," Yucce said, her voice light and playful. Jackson liked this side of her. "This is aftercare, Jackson. It's a crucial part of any intense sexual play." Apparently satisfied with her own explanation, Yucce continued, "So Vera spent her time talking with the Rhorak. She became close with one named Khraesk. The Rhorak, for your edification, are a non-gendered species, and use neutral pronouns. Our sum total of data should already be on its way to your vessel's AI, I trust you to review it."

Jackson nodded and Yucce giggled. Something about the movement in her cocoon had tickled her. He decided not to press his luck by doing it again, though he was sorely tempted.

"Khraesk and Vera became inseparable. Her first real love. The deep kind. Love that roots out and mends the wounds and scars you didn't even know you had."

"Can't say I've had the pleasure," Jackson said. His heart ached, both for Vera and as he remembered how isolated he'd felt growing up.

"I know," Yucce said. "It's why you're so good at what you do." She embraced him, her entire body around him holding and caressing him.

"Oh," Jackson said. Her direct kindness shocked him. He started crying. How could he not? Somehow this woman he had just met had seen right through him, had seen the loneliness that drove him to become a diplomat. Seen how he had chosen a path that guaranteed constant connection, but never forced him to stay anywhere, always offering him an escape route before he got too attached.

Yucce absorbed his tears and she shuddered. "It's okay to cry, Jackson, but human tears are high in salt and it tastes awful."

Jackson laughed, grateful for the moment of levity. "Thanks, Yucce. You don't have to keep me in a cocoon if I'm pouring salt directly into your soul."

"You are, and I hate it." Yucce said, but she only held him tighter. "However, if I were to pull away from you when you've just opened up by crying with me for the first time I would only give you another trauma to work through. I can't do that in good conscience, you're troubled enough."

He laughed again. "I'm guessing you don't just see a therapist."

"Very astute," Yucce said, part of her cocoon patting him on the head. "Was it the free session I'm giving you right this moment that gave it away?"

"A little bit. Do you ever joke about being a Councilor and a counselor?"

She sighed, the way one would with a child who thought they were being clever. "No, Jackson, I do not. Because that joke only works in English, and the Sela typically do not speak English." Despite her condescending words, Jackson tell from the warmth around him that Yucce was enjoying herself.

"Did you learn English because of me?" Jackson had been wanting to ask her that for a while.

"Not you specifically, but yes, I began practicing when we learned a Stellar Alliance diplomat had been sent. I thought it might give me an advantage, and I was correct."

"I'm impressed."

"What you are is stalling. You know how this story ends and you don't want to hear it," Yucce said, "I understand, but it must be told. Khraesk died. They died two years ago when this war started. To a human the tragedy of the loss is obvious, but it is yet worse still. As a rule, the Rhorak do not die. They are functionally immortal. For one of them to be killed is a crime of inestimable magnitude."

"I had no idea," Jackson said.

"This is the great scar you must heal for the Rhorak. I believe that Khraesk discovered something of President Luminalia's plans and that is why they were killed."

It took Jackson a moment to reply. Did Yucce just accuse Luminalia of starting the war deliberately? That ran strongly counter to the narrative he'd been told, that the previous Sela President had been captured or killed by the Rhorak.

Yucce, sensing his confusion, elaborated. "Yes, Jackson. Luminalia believed, not completely without cause, that the Rhorak wanted to restrict our expansion and development. They see themselves as stewards of Genoria, and as we are willing to travel the stars and they are not, the Rhorak believe the Sela should find a new home, leaving our planet to them. It is a difficult situation, but Luminalia's response was entirely unwarranted. Horrific, even."

"I thought the council had veto power?" Jackson tried to remember everything Ace had told him when she summarized the information from Vera.

"It is largely a farce. There are loopholes. The once-democratic structure of our government has been stymied and corrupted so that it only appears to be representative. Amasa and I have hung on to our positions as an attempt to delay our replacement by more collaborative Sela who would actively support Luminalia rather than tempering her schemes. Ultimately, Councilor Tinoqa's decision to resign was part of a plan the three of us came up with together. She sacrificed her position to allow Amasa and myself to appear loyal."