There was far too much going on for Zach to focus on everything at once, but anywhere he did focus added to the same outcome. He wasn’t sure if it was the humiliation of the bee-girl that was giving him the hard-on, if it was the way the golden-skinned woman dominated the poor creature, the sounds of sex that carried in through the waterfalls, the diversity of the company he was in, or the naked Sergeant Kirxsol who was becoming more and more interesting by the minute.<br/><br/>When the metamorph Holn took the form of Miss Alaigna just as the real Alice slipped a golden finger inside the depraved bee-girl, the first thought to emerge into Zach’s mind was not the value of the video he was recording, but the realization that he needed somewhere to conceal his penis whose dark-red tip already peeked out from under his belt. Luckily, his hostess had provided him with the most natural of means to do so, and without further hesitation, Zach undid the belt and the zipper, knelt down on the floor onto his elephantine legs, and grabbed the most readily available servant to use as a warm sheath for his throbbing shaft. Pressing the girl’s bust against his bare chest and her cheek to the soft veil of tendrils on his face, Zach growled a deep, satisfied moan and closed his eyes while his hands slowly moved the girl back and forth on his lap.<br/><br/>The voices from the luxurious apartment were now clearer, and it finally occurred to him what a lucky break this was. It would definitely change his plan, which he realized had formed in his subconsciousness. He’d no longer have to use the ship as a means to get Miss Alaigna’s attention, as what was about to happen between Rishda and Holn would be of much more value. It was personal, for Alice, and therefore better business for him. Besides, had he seriously considered selling out his most well-kept secret on this planet just to make a good first impression? He let out a quiet chuckle, which only the servant he was fucking would hear. He’d hold onto that secret for now, and give the last members of his species yet another day of eternal sleep in the safety of their stasis pods—another day to survive, another hundred years to pass by in a universe without the Malcir.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>