Making his way carefully back through the market, Donovan realises he still had no idea what funds this civilisation uses, much less how to obtain them. As his mind winds its way through these worries, he notices movement on the heads up display near the clock. The number 10000 appears with a strange symbol next to it, which when he thought about it Donovan just knew it was money related. He looked around the room, trying to make sense of the recent addition to his display but every being he could see was doing their own thing, and none seemed suspicious at all.

Donovan strides up to one of the stalls nearest him. A young-looking N'gaa is surrounded by small cubes of what the man can only understand through the translation software to be confectionery. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, he re-affirmed with the software in his head that tags should remain off.

"Hello Human, have you come to sample Family Sathrak's Ghoda?" The N'gaa says in a soothing voice, almost lilting with melodic tones.

"What is Ghoda? It smells delicious." Now that Donovan was closer he could understand the vague sense of 'chocolate' the software had given him, the treats smell of cocoa primarily but with much stronger scents in tandem; citrus and cinnamon played across his nose as he tried to discern their origin.

"Ghoda is a traditional N'gaa food, considered a delicacy by most races due to the richness of flavours. The Ghodana'cha fungus looks like a big black dome," two serpentine arms are extended to show a size about a yard wide "-but it changes it's inside colour depending on what frequency of light is absorbed. When picked, the black outer skin is peeled and the colourful nutrient-rich inside is blended and compressed to form these cubes."

Donovan followed the description but had to ask anyway "So its a pureed mushroom set into cubes with flavours based on what colour light it absorbs while alive?"

"If a mushroom is a type of Human Fungi, then yes." The N'gaa says, putting emphasis on the word 'Human'. "Though the flavour is somewhat more complicated than that."

"Well, I think I'd like to try..." His finger waved across the stall before coming to rest pointing at an electric-blue coloured series of cubes "-that one." The N'gaa chirpily pulls a small box out from behind the counter but before it could ask him whether he needed one, Donovan pulls out the box given to him by Galfa. "Should be a little space in there."

The N'gaa places the blue cube next to the others "That'll be Eleven credits." It holds up a tool similar to those held by Dusty and looks expectantly at Donovan.

"Sorry, haven't yet had to use the credit system you guys have here. How does this-" the words were no sooner out his mouth than both the software and the N'gaa respond; the former in easy-to-follow diagrams, the latter almost narrating them given the accuracy of timing.

"Place an extended limb in contact with the Cred Reader, it will detect your account and subtract the required funds. First purchase?"

"Yes, technically." The man says sheepishly, placing a finger on the scanner. A barely audible 'ping' emanates from the device before the N'gaa puts it away.

"Well I'm glad you made it here, at the Family Sathrak Ghoda Emporium. I hope you enjoy our Ghoda, though if it's your first time consuming it, you may want to sit down." A serpentine eye winks up at Donovan.

"Yeah, I've noticed the food and drink here seems quite... flavourful." The mans tongue plays in his mouth, trying to find a hidden drop of Ka'len's drink between his teeth without luck. "I take it a long time in the stars makes the taste-buds more tolerable to the intensity of flavour?"

"Yes." The N'gaa nods "That and your planet's food is more bland than average. Except your 'Coffee'." A trifurcated tongue flicks out into the air as the creatures eyes roll back in wistful thought.

"Uh, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." Donovan leaves the N'gaa to its coffee daydream and sets out with his newfound wealth. The suspicious part of his mind was trying to piece things together, but fortunately the rest of him was keeping it at bay. "Probably the same amount the others got... Maybe." He looked at the amount again. 9989. Donovan reasoned that if what he just bought was a luxury item, then he was well in the money.

Ka'len is just starting to get her display sorted as Donovan returns. The various containers holding exotic ingredients are arranged much the same way as he saw them earlier, though several with less content inside. The robed Da'Jen arranges the objects with the care of someone who knows their worth, but the speed of someone well practiced in doing so. She spies Donovan at comfortable talking distance, and somehow the man can tell she's smiling at his arrival.

"So, what can I do to help?" He asks, clapping his hands together in the almost universal sign of being ready to get hands on. As the words leave his mouth, the wall behind the stall opens up to reveal a large storage unit with solid shelving lit in a similar way to the room.

"Get that translation package?" Ka'len asks, Donovan able to hear the smile in her voice now.

He nods, chuckling lightly "Turns out I have a mysterious benefactor." He sidles up to the alien woman, now able to see the rows of shelves behind and within the stall's exterior. "Apparently I have the advanced package-"

Ka'len breaks into surprised laughter "Ha? You? Advanced!" Before Donovan can jokingly take that as a slight to his personality, Ka'len explains. "My sister was barely cleared for an advanced translation system. Ghota! I had to save for Bahts just to get the Basic Upgrade package." Donovan's translation software kicks into gear, displaying a small info box equating one Baht to thirty-seven and a half Earth months. Ka'len notices the man's concentration and starts doing some quick math. "It's-"

"A decent chunk of time." He interrupts, smiling knowingly. "Advanced, remember." The robed woman smiles, a little annoyed that this human had gotten something well outside her means and completely free at that.

"All the dry ingredients on the top shelf." Ka'len gestures to the containers on the counter and the shelving on the wall. "Don't worry about their order." Donovan reaches for a jar, but before he can get his hands on it Ka'len puts her gloveless hand on his, staying the motion. The two stand there for a moment, lost in the sensations of each-others anatomy. Ka'len's skin feels warmer than a humans, but completely devoid of hair and vibrating with the slightest motion that one would compare closer to that of a high-voltage transformer's hum than anything organic. "Maybe-" she says, trying to get her mind back on closing time "maybe we should take a couple of those..." She pops the lid open and the thick aromas of kiwi fruit, rum and something Donovan just couldn't put his finger on wafted past his nose. Ka'len looks him in the eyes coyly as she drops two of the objects in a small container before slipping it in her robe. "Midnight snack."

Donovan grins back at the woman, before taking the newly sealed jar and placing it on the top shelf as instructed. Placing it up there the man gets a better look at the consumables within. They appear to be very similar to dried apricot in both weight and texture, but are a deep iridescent blue like a peacock's feathers. He guesses the iridescence is oily in nature and then turns back to the task at hand. One jar at a time he places the foodstuffs on their designated shelf. Several of the ingredients looking mostly familiar in shape or colour, while some - like the Tak'Nal Groli Berry which Donovan commented on as looking like a 'helium-filled mood-marshmallow' - were alien in every way.

In several minutes the stall is clear of jars and Ka'len passes her hands over a spot on the wall. The shelving system seals itself much like all the doors on the craft had previously and the lights identifying Ka'len's booth as Warp Liquids - though Donovan felt his translation software may be oversimplifying the title - change to that of Thak's Thek. The software again pops up with information describing a Thek as the Colverai equivalent of Ka'len's drinks. More information presents itself and Donovan would continue reading if he didn't remember where he was, willing the writing away as he turns to Ka'len. "So it's been way longer than I usually go without food." The hint drops but the Da'Jen doesn't pick it up. Donovan thought maybe she was waiting for him to take the initiative. "Where's a good place round here to get a bite to eat?"

"Why just a bite?" The woman answers without hesitation, somewhat confused at the phrase.

"Heh," Donovan runs a hand through his hair sheepishly "not just one bite, it's a human phrase..." The embarrassment turned to puzzlement as he thinks aloud "Never realised how silly that phrase is 'till now. Hm." He shrugs, attention again focused on the robed figure before him. "Maybe somewhere you can lose the disguise."
"Think this is more creepy than me without it?" Ka'len jests.

"Yes." Donovan states bluntly. "What about Zeek's?"

"What about it?" She responds, audibly smiling.

"Does it do good food?" He prompts, wrestling with the lack of compatible phrases.

"They serve... passable... nourishment there." The robed figure responds as she takes Donovan's hand and pulls him back the way he came. "It's more for nutrition than taste, which should be okay for your people and their 'palette'." The last word is grumbled, indicating to the man that Ka'len had not entirely gotten over the earlier meeting with the council. "Besides, I think the Tribunal would throw a fit if I disrobed there with the rest of the Humans watching."

"It'd be hilarious!" Donovan smirks as Ka'len pulls him to a wall.

"Your concept of humour is odd, but I cannot deny I would derive some small pleasure watching that uptight warrior choke on his drink at the sight." With a smooth red hand Ka'len presses her fingertips against Donovans's chest, seemingly knowing what reaction she would get from the man. "But no, Zeek's is not for us. Somewhere more... private would be apt." She moves her other hand up towards his face, but presses it instead against the wall, which opens to a side corridor. Sensing he's been teased Donovan lets loose a wry smile as he's pulled into a service duct.

The door shuts behind them as a ladder opposite leads down several floors to another landing before continuing beyond that to a third. Above the two figures is a locked service hatch as Donovan rightly assumes they're technically on the top floor for this section. "You learn all the shortcuts when you've been on the ship as long as I have." Ka'len says as she prepares to disrobe by undoing a series of clasps. "Ghota."

"What?"

"Not enough room..." The disappointment in her voice hangs in the air as two red hands redo the clasps holding her robe closed. "Come, I'll do it the slow way." With that Ka'len reaches out to the ladder and begins to descend. Donovan follows suit with a grin. "It's still a great deal shorter than the long way."

"What's the long way?" He inquires, curious as to where they're going.

"The way Vuula no doubt took the rest of your people; via the main concourse." The words are no sooner spoken than a helpful ship diagram appears in Donovan's upper vision. Going via the Arboritum was no doubt the longest way one could take to get to the Leisure Center, which seemed to be exactly where they were headed by descending this ladder.

In a few moments they were both at the bottom, Ka'len turning to face Donovan in the tight space. The hood moves slightly closer to the man's face before flames flicker within.

Donovan gets an up-close and personal view of the transformation - having not noticed the two hands quietly undoing their clasps - as in one fluid motion the space surrounding him bursts into purple flame, the cloak is whipped off and the door behind Ka'len slides open as she throws herself backwards into the courtyard of the Leisure district's hub of activity. Free from the confines of the ladder well the Da'Jen unfurls her wings, causing eddies of purple flame to spin away from her as the added air resistance halts her movement across the empty space. Some of the other passers by begin to chant "Sa. Sa. Sa. Sa." In unison.

Ka'len bows her head slightly to those chanting, turning about, enjoying her naked form. Lit by the red glow from the lights around this district, Donovan is able to view the Da'Jen form much better. A very similar female figure to that of a human, bright red and held aloft by darker red skin wings. A demon by the very basic of descriptions in most cultures, especially with the glowing eyes and horned head, Ka'len seems to revel in her visage. It appears to Donovan as most of those in the Leisure center - if not the whole ship - regard her more as a good luck charm or friendly town drunk than they would a social outcast or terrifying figure.

Ka'len's figure is voluptuous and a half, showing a love of luxury and given her body's muscle tone probably a love of work too. Though with her heritage being from another dimension, Donovan was unsure how much of it was actual anatomy and muscle structure. Her horns are curved tightly, almost going a full 360° as the tendrils behind her head barely reach her neck.

As the man's gaze follows her form from her head downwards he notices nothing but expected human anatomy - with the exception of the wings - until he reaches the woman's legs. There the skin seems shinier for some reason and upon reaching the shins the resemblance to human features almost disappears. With a foot structure more akin to that of a chameleon (two toes facing one way, and two the other) the toes themselves are almost identical to that of an eagle: large claws protruding from thick digits.

It was while focusing on those feet that Donovan finally notices a tail of sorts. Starting where the human tailbone would be, the faint outline of a long, thin tail can be seen, extending almost double the length of her legs and almost entirely invisible. It seems to exist as if it were a kind of flame. In the same way as heat lines pouring from a desert road distort the air around it, so too this tail was refracting the light flowing through it. The tip of the tail bathed its immediate area in a faint purple glow, but unless you were looking specifically for it, Donovan surmised the tail would be hard to spot.

Ka'len stops showing off and allows herself to descend to the ground floor. Donovan steps out of the room onto the transparent balcony so as to keep track of the winged being. Slowly and gracefully she floats down until clawed toes press against the cool metal floor. Motioning with her head for him to follow, the red alien steps into a business front downstairs; the sign out front declaring it to be the 'Place of Deep Understanding and Tacos'. Donovan breaks into a fit of laughter at the translation. Then he glances around at the rest of the courtyard before him.

The leisure hub; where bright signs and busy bodies are everywhere. Unlike the market, the large space instead feels more closed off; the roof a metal slab with only the occasional red lamp shining down. The area itself is similar in proportion to the one he was first transported into, just ten times the size. The walls of this metal cube seem to pulse red light along with the technicolor rainbow of assorted colours from in front of each business and each appear to have two levels of habitation, the man currently standing on the upper level balcony looking down at the hustle and bustle beneath.

Around the top level at floor height a thin sheet of translucent yet luminescent material allows access to the various doorways. Donovan observes a group of N'Gaa slide over towards the edge. Instead of plummeting towards the floor below - much to the man's relief - the four instead float down as if there were almost no gravity. Now that Donovan thinks about it he bounces a little on the platform, feeling less than half his normal weight. And it explains Ka'len's floating from before.

A metal hand lands on his shoulder. Donovan turns, coming face to face with a H'sha. Seeing the species up close only confirms his initial observation; were they human they would be beyond supermodel in facial structure, and despite the extra eye-stalks and moist bluish-skin visible beneath the glass helmet he still felt a nigh overwhelming sense of beauty from the being. "Glad to see one of you humans showing more emotion than nervousness and grumpiness." The voice was feminine in tone and syrupy in form. The H'sha shifted her hand to just in front of his chest, palm down in a kind of greeting. "Serazz the Softener." She says as Donovan does what he would do if someone placed their hand like that in front of him; he lifts it with his own and kisses the middle finger.

He realises how stupid that was as Serazz recoils slightly, looking confused before bursting with laughter. A prompt popped up in his head showing the H'sha traditional greeting, which appeared to be like a limp version of a fist-bump. "When two cultures meet, strange things happen, but that!..." Donovan turns a deep shade of red as he looks for a way out of the situation. "Oh don't be like that," Serazz says between breaths, still recovering from her laughing fit "I understood the intent, that's what matters."

"Are you-" Donovan begins, trying to find the right words whilst also reorganising his mind.

"Psychic? No." She waves away the thought. "Much like the Guvaan, us H'sha are empathic. Though our ability is a little more advanced." Donovan's face is a mix of confused, impressed and curious. "Basically, they feel primal emotion; fear, pride, pain... lust..." She stares into the man's eyes with that last word, and apparently having found the reaction she wanted, continues with a wry smile "while we sense more purpose or intent behind those emotions. The fear of being embarrassed because you kissed my hand instead of touching it is different than being embarrassed about feeling attracted to someone not of your own species..."

"I get the point..." Donovan smiles, more embarrassed about both situations now. He looks down at the entrance to the Taco store. The H'sha seems to sense the man's longing to follow his red friend.

A metal finger prods the back of his neck. "Come back and chat, Vuula didn't let any of you humans stay long enough to converse earlier." Donovan's display lit up with the contact details of Serazz; apparently the shop behind him being similar to a sauna - not surprising given the H'sha atmospheric requirements - and run by Serazz and her siblings.

"Wilco." Donovan says as he tests the gravity beyond the panel and is rewarded with a slow descent to the ground floor. He hopes Serazz picked up on his thoughts of 'thanks' and anticipation of seeing her later.

"I did..." Comes a syrupy reply from above him.

Even at this speed it felt less like floating and more like gliding as Donovan prepares himself to land near the door Ka'len had slipped through. Without missing a step he strides over to it, the entryway opening with his proximity. Once inside his senses are assaulted with the scent of a Mexican eatery, entirely out of place in this small and very alien room with bare metal walls, almost neon red lighting and beanbag-like chairs. And then a Shylar wanders past in a sombrero.

"Okay, what the hell?" Donovan asks Ka'len, approaching the reclined woman in the corner. Her legs ere crossed as she sits calmly on a comfy-looking chair; wings draped behind her and a barely visible purple puff of flame flicking around her ankles. She looks at him puzzled as to what he is referring to. "What are Tacos doing on an interstellar spacecraft?"

The Da'Jen sits forward in her chair, eyes open wide. "You know about Tacos?" Her face battles between shock and glee as she stares up to the human.

"Of course I do! They're a primary foodstuff of any university student, let alone being a well known meal in general." He throws his arms wide, to indicate the establishment "This is a non-human craft and it has a bloody Taco stand?" He lowers his voice as several patrons turn his direction. "Sorry," he nods at them "it's just not right. How did this place start up?"

Ka'len pulls the man down onto the beanbag next to her. "As it was told to me, well over a hundred Bahts ago," she pauses, thinking.

"A few hundred years, got it." Donovan reads her expression and helps out.

"A while back, a food stand popped up on Dek'Sala - the Tribunal Worlds hub station - and was instantly popular because it was serving something different. The owner was a Shylar who wore a wide-brimmed hat and a thick sheet." Donovan nods, assuming she is talking about the sombrero and poncho combination this establishment's Shylar is also wandering around in. "The popularity was so great that he taught a handful of other Shylar how to prepare the food before closing down his store. Nowadays the most impressive ships might sometimes have a Taco room, and I consider myself lucky to be on this one." She taps the wall behind them.

The Shylar, having heard the tap wanders over. A dusty green paw presses a few tabs on his wrist and a display of various geometric shapes pop into view. "Welcome to this establishment, what might I acquire for you?"

"What's on the menu?" No sooner than he'd asked, Donovan's display lights up with the appropriate list of foodstuffs. "Oh, one sec..." He scrolls through them, trying to imagine what would be in each one until the very last one catches his eye. Every item until then had been 1 credit while the last one shoots straight to double-digits at 55. "Excuse me, this 'Dolba' one, why is it so expensive?"

Seemingly smiling with pride the Shylar explains. "It is not particularly feasible to store meat appropriately through space travel unless you are specifically shipping it. As such most food items you will find on this craft are vegetable or synthetic in nature as they can be more readily grown and harvested. The Dolba is our traditionally constructed Meat-filled Taco and as such is generally reserved for special occasions."

"Want one?" Donovan asks sideways to a very surprised Ka'len. Taking her look as 'shocked he would be willing to' rather than 'shocked in disgust' the man makes an executive decision. "Two please, and two of whatever the lady would like to drink." He holds his hand out for the transaction, hoping he wouldn't regret the part about the drinks.
"I'll-" Ka'len tries to blink the shock away, with very little success. "I'll have a Mindblast Special." Now Donovan is truly regretting the part about the drinks.

"Up or down?"

"Up..."

"And you?"

Donovan is unsure how to respond, not knowing the foggiest about what this drink was or why it had an inverse function. A display box pops up in the corner of his vision but he closes it immediately, deciding if he were to experience something out of the blue, it should be a surprise. "Same." Ka'len grinned. The man is definitely regretting his choice now, but he assures himself there was no turning back.

The Shylar nods, grinning widely as he turns away. Donovan turns back to Ka'len, heart racing. But before he can say anything, she thumps the wall again. It opens up into a small room no bigger than the laundry in Donovan's one-bedroom place back on earth. Gently the chairs slide themselves into the space, the human lifting his legs to make sure they clear the entryway before discovering whatever program is controlling the furniture is well aware of all the proportions. Once inside, the door closes and the lights dim.

"It is said, 'In darkness, one's true self is revealed.'" Ka'len's voice deepens as before, the words weaving through the air like a serpent as her eyes take on a much more mystical glow. "So the best way for you to truly see who I am - and me, you - is to be in the quiet, the dark." Donovan's heart picks up the pace, to his companion's delight.

"On earth we have a similar saying." He begins as Ka'len shifts on her chair to get closer. "Eyes are the windows to a person's soul."

The scarlet woman laughs, amused at the comparison. "Please, how is that a similar saying?"

"Well," Donovan leans in towards Ka'len, his words softer as he stares her right in the eyes, determined not to blink until finished "As the human eye reacts to more light, the iris closes making the pupil - the dark bit - smaller. If the eyes are the window to a person's soul, then in darkness that window is the largest, allowing all their fears, hopes, thoughts and..." He pauses, trying to censor the words, but a part of him pushes through anyway "desires... to be seen."

Donovan succeeds at not blinking, and manages to tempt Ka'len into leaning closer herself. "You humans are deeper than we give you credit for." She chuckles, her breath filling Donovan's mind with lustful thoughts.

"Don't get me wrong, we can be pretty shallow too," the images flashing through the man's head are driving parts of him that are desperate to take control, control which he eventually concedes "but we get deep when it counts."

Ka'len grins at the innuendo, leaning in close to Donovan. "My people," her voice deeper and quieter than ever "are from another plane of existence. We do not conform to your concept of anatomy." Part of Donovan sank, realising he was foolish to think that despite the body shape that there would be anything resembling female-specific anatomy on an interdimensional beings body. "Except," the man's ears prick up, his heart leaping to his throat "this realm holds such a plethora of pleasurable experiences, I considered it necessary to alter my form accordingly."

Up until that moment, Ka'len's legs had not parted. But now, with such deliberate slowness she uncrosses them. Donovan gasps at the reveal; before him lies an incredibly alien looking set of lips, but their intended purpose seems all too familiar. To start with, the musculature around them was constructed so that the slit was nigh-invisible unless Ka'len wanted it to be seen. As the legs spread further apart, the inner lips do something that Donovan could only describe as 'bloom'; four petal-like protrusions on either side rolling out of the entrance, glistening with moisture and deep red like Ka'len's wings.

The Da'Jen revels in the reaction she is getting from the human, his pyjama pants barely holding back the arousal within. "I'm glad you approve." She half-whispers, half-sighs. Donovan shifts on his chair, less trying to hide his approval of her form, and more just out of being uncomfortable having it pointed out to him. She grins in response "Of the various species that partake in 'practice reproduction' for pure pleasure, most involve penetration." A red hand slides gracefully between her thighs, fingers sliding behind the slickened petals. "And after much thought, this was my design."

"You have a very good sense of style." Donovan says as calmly as possible. His mind is racing. All this flirting had been great but before him is an alien woman, legs wide and seemingly inviting him to have his way with her. She seems to be waiting for further compliments, or at least some advance from the man so Donovan places his hand on Ka'len's leg, eliciting a short moan from the red lady. It had been quite some time since his last intimate moment with another, but the man decided to just be as straightforward with the Da'Jen as she had been with him. "May I admire your design choices up close?"

Ka'len seems puzzled at the thought, so Donovan just tries his luck. Shifting off his chair he uses gentle fingertips to hold the Da'Jen's legs at bay, manoeuvring between them with practiced - if rusty - grace. Well maintained fingernails drag up her smooth scarlet skin as Donovan makes sure the woman understands his intent. His unspoken statement is accepted with an unspoken response, the gap between Ka'len's legs widening to accomodate his body as the pulse-pounding fingertips finally reach her fleshy blossom.

"On Earth, we have a practice called 'foreplay'..." The man almost whispers as he takes in the cinnamon-like aroma of the alien sex before him, it's owner still puzzled as to why he has situated himself so. "Perhaps there is no true translation." He sighs, smiling. "Ask me to stop at any time and I will." His Cheshire like grin disappearing below her mound as he prepares to address her nether-petals with his tongue, all the while ignoring the part of his mind screaming 'FIRST IMPRESSIONS!'

Ka'len's face turns from bemusement to bliss as Donovan's lips grace her sensitive skin, his kiss lingering atop the tip of one deep red petal-like extrusion. The touch is gentle, and were it not for the extreme sexual tension flowing through the two, may not have been felt at all. But the sheer softness of it only seems to amplify it's affect more as Ka'len shifts in her chair to press herself against Donovan's puckered lips. She snaps out of her haze and stares at him like a hurt puppy as the man pulls back from his kiss but is lost again in her own state of arousal as he proceeds to kiss petal after petal, passion building with each one.

After gifting each dark petal with a tender peck, Donovan decides to take it to the next level. Having tasted the slightest of Ka'len's flavours upon those petals - cinnamon, nutmeg and what he could only recognise as the taste of his car keys - the man kisses the tip of the first petal once more, but using his tongue to graze the surface and curl behind, he gently sucks the petal into his sex-hungry mouth. It is quite soft but underneath he can feel the muscles spasm slightly as he manipulates it, like a weak, smooth tongue.

Ka'len all but loses it. Tense red hands fling to her sides and bury themselves in the material of the chair as Donovan swirls her petal within his mouth, savouring the taste and sensation. A string of alien syllables pour from her mouth, the man deciding either the translation software was incapable of translating her speech, or she was simply uttering nonsensical sounds out of orgasmic bliss. Grinning at the reaction he was getting, Donovan uses his tongue to pull another petal into his mouth.

"DALSCH!" The pleasure-filled shout reverberates through the room as Ka'len becomes wreathed in purple flame. Donovan's vision is filled momentarily by the same fire effect he witnessed earlier, causing him to let Ka'len's folds slip from his mouth as he pushes himself back. With the moment of panic subsiding, the man realises that despite the appearance all the flame did was cause a tingling sensation similar to pins and needles. Meanwhile Ka'len's eyes glow bright, incandescent with pleasure. "That... That...."

"Was just the beginning." Donovan interrupts, grinning as he licks the last of Ka'len's flavour from his lips. "Has no-one done that to you before?" He asks, placing a hand back on the woman's leg once more.

She shakes her head, biting a deep red lower lip as she does so. "I thought penetration was the b way." Ka'len says, making Donovan realise that given her extra-dimensional heritage, she appears not to need air as she lies perfectly calm upon the beanbag-like furniture.

The man laughs, "Us Humans have gotten inventive over the years." He swirls his fingertips around the alien woman's knee, causing an unexpected sigh of contentment from the scarlet being. "Foreplay is where you pleasure your partner in whatever ways the two of you feel comfortable, before penetration."

"So there's more?" Ka'len asks with hope in her voice.

"Of course," he says, heart beating as he tries to turn the tables "but the notion of it is to be reciprocating." Ka'len's eyebrow raises as she tries to take his inference in. Donovan pushes again, swirling fingertips for emphasis "I pleasure you, you pleasure me, and when we're both ready..." He smiles again, warmer this time.

"What can I do?" Ka'len asks, her mind already grasping the idea as she licks her lips while starting at the man's crotch.

"Well, It appears as though I am a little overdressed for this occasion." Donovan replies slyly.

"Allow me." Ka'len's voice is electric with lust. With the same graceful movements as her reveal, red hands reach out to caress Donovan's belly. Warm to the touch and smooth as silk the digits work their way under the man's clothing, sliding up his chest with just enough pressure to make the man aware of their presence but so soft as to make his skin tingle from the touch. Her arms now lifting the shirt as Ka'len's fingers reach Donovan's shoulders, running their tips along his collarbone, over his muscles to the shoulder blades behind. Rubbery nails scratch lightly against Donovan's skin before retreating to his armpits.

Donovan lets loose a sigh of longing that had been a good while in the making. Ka'len knows she is hitting the right buttons, and with deliberate slowness she runs her fingers up his arms, forcing the pyjama top over his head. The bathrobe proves difficult, but once the top's material clears the man's head it would be easy enough for the rest. Or it would be, if Ka'len hadn't decided to play with her new toy first.

With Donovan's arms still in the clothes behind his head, Ka'len brings her attention back to his chest. While not overly muscular, Donovan made sure to stay in shape for just this occasion - or at least the more terrestrial version of it - and Ka'len seems to be enjoying the feel of his skin and muscles beneath. As her fingertips push through the thin hairs on his chest, the Da'Jen looks up at him with lustful yet curious eyes "It's such a nice change to find a being with skin instead of thick fur or carapace. You feel so niiiiiice...." Ka'len purrs with excitement as she leans in to kiss the man on his neck.

Donovan's body shivers at the touch of her lips to his flesh, the warmth radiating from them making the light breeze of her breath cool in comparison. "I feel nice?" He manages to get out between pants, "I've never... felt anything... quite like-" with rubbery teeth Ka'len nibbles at the skin just below his ear, ending the man's train of thought with a guttural moan.

It's Ka'len's turn to grin mischievously as one hand makes it's way down to the man's crotch, the fabric straining to keep his erection at bay. With purposeful motions, the scarlet lady - eyes still glowing intensely - slowly pulls at the cord around the waistline of those pants, Donovan's erection bursting free as the loosened knot finally gives. Leaving the man's arms behind his head, the other hand traces its way down his chest as Ka'len's body descends to be closer to the engorged member.

Her eyes shine with the brightness of a star, showing Donovan exactly how powerful this woman between his legs actually is. Yet that power and strength is entirely offset by the questioning look her eyebrows are shooting him as her lips approached the head of his cock. "Like this?" The words are no sooner out of her lips than she is using them to kiss the purple cap.

Donovan's sharp intake of air is enough to give Ka'len pause for thought, until the man lets loose a nod, panting "Uh-huh...".

She kisses it again, her flaming hot lips causing the cock to throb with each peck. The man almost loses it as she goes a little further and allows her lips to part, letting the head slide into her sucking mouth. Donovan's heart skips a beat, then a few more as he feels her tongue flick against his tip before allowing it to fall from her mouth.
"How far should I go?" She asks, licking her lips and eyeing the member as a starving man would an ice-cream cone.

Donovan didn't know what to say. If his guess was right about her breathing - or lack thereof - then there were many things he could try that he'd have little chance of back on Earth. "As far as you want..." The man sighs, unsure of how deep the alien woman would be prepared to let him slide.

Ka'len moves her partly-open mouth back to the man's cock, looking up at him with lustful eyes as her head presses forward. Inch by inch Donovan's cock is disappearing behind those deep red lips, until suddenly an entirely alien sensation hits him. From underneath his shaft the man can feel Ka'len's tongue sliding back and forth, but the same sensation is now being applied to the top as well. The woman seems to pick up on his discovery and pauses her swallowing of his meat to thrash the surface of it with both tongues.

Donovan moans in ecstasy, close to losing it but desperate to hold on until he's at least in to the hilt. It doesn't take long, as Ka'len makes one last push to engulf the seven thick inches of cock with her soft and undulating mouth. The sensation is unreal, and Donovan may have lasted longer if two more tongues from deeper in the alien woman's throat hadn't suddenly clamped onto the head of his throbbing member. They begin twisting first one way then the other as their nub-like tastebuds graze across the sensitive skin, driving the man past his limit.

"FUUUCK!" He both shouts and sighs all at once, the first shot of orgasmic bliss splattering the back of Ka'len's throat. She looks up questioningly to the man and gently makes a single sucking motion with her synchronised tongues. Donovan nods approval as another blast of his cum is swept up by one of her tongues, grabbing a horn in each hand as he keeps the scarlet lady on his member. Ka'len seems to go into overdrive herself as suddenly his cock feels like it's in a fleshy vice; the alien woman basically milking him as he fires load after load of his pent-up seed into her waiting throat.

After a few moments, Donovan's grip on her horns falter and she takes one last big gulp before pulling free of his softening member. Ka'len uses both front tongues to lick the slight trail of semen from her lips as she grins up at the man. "Very few get to touch my horns and walk away unharmed..." Her eyes grow brilliantly bright as she stands, body once more wreathed in purple flame "But whatever you just did, deserves immediate recompense. Ka'len's tail flicks into view as she shifts stance to bear down on the now quite frightened man. Donovan's attention is drawn immediately to both how visible and how bright that tail's flame is. With hunger in her eyes, the man prepares for the worst; heart skipping a beat as he tries to figure out whether she was going to ravish him or tear him apart.

Fortunately he is spared from the immediate possible threat as a chime sounds, heralding the opening of a small window where the door was. Being passed through is a single rectangular tray with both two very familiar looking items on it, and two very strange ones. Two soft-shell tacos sit in the center of the tray, while two fizzing orange blobs glow enticingly from either side. "Shada-La Koftha! Perfect timing!" The phrase seems genuine, and not sarcastic in the least as the still brilliantly burning femme seems to forget her previous statement to take a seat right on the man's lap.

Donovan's softening erection rests directly beneath Ka'len's bare crotch, her petals seeming to have retreated for now. The above-average warmth of her skin is causing a revitalising effect on the recently milked member, with its owner now trying hard to concentrate on the food and drink at least until he can figure out what the woman meant.

Handing the pinned man his taco, and wiggling her arse - proving to Donovan she had every intent to keep toying with him - Ka'len takes a bite of her meal. Eyelids close as she basks in the flavours, breathing a sigh of contentment as she savours the taste between all four of those tongues.

Donovan too tastes a bit. Given his experience with tacos had up to this point been the occasional fast food place or make-it-yourself kit, he is surprised at how close this food is to what he considers the 'perfect taco'. The soft pita-like bread seemed baked properly, the vegetables were recognisable as being from Earth while the meat was pulled-pork in texture, yet tasted more like fish. The resulting combination left his stomach both hungry for more and satisfied with what it now had.

"Is that what an Earth Taco tastes like?" Ka'len asks, in a a state of food-related bliss. She licks her fingers clean of the sauce then turns to face Donovan, picking up his now taco-free hand and drawing one finger at a time into her hungry, multi-tonged maw.

The man moans in delight as she takes care to suck and clean each finger with those mouth muscles. "Mostly, yes." He did not mean to sound so skeptical, and the tone caused Ka'len to pause. "Don't get me wrong, that's the best Taco I've ever had," he tries to reassure the woman that her choice of eating establishment was correct "It's just a completely different meat than I was expecting."

Ka'len finishes sucking the earth man's fingers. "Perhaps then sometime in the future you will take me to have an Earth-meat taco?" The hope in her voice is like an arrow to Donovan's heart, rendering him unable to say no to those puppy dog eyes - despite them glowing with purple flame - he nods acceptance. Ka'len wriggles atop his increasing erection as she takes the two blobs and plops one onto his freshly cleaned hand.

"Up or down?" He asks, questioning her choice while ordering. He dismisses another info box.

"Well, that would ruin the surprise..." Ka'len states before biting a hole in the golfball-sized orb, sucking out the contents before swallowing the skin. Donovan manages to just get that jelly-like skin down before the affects hit him. With his head perfectly clear, the rest of his body begins to tingle, starting at the toes and working its way up. Given Ka'len's shifting weight it seems she is well ahead of the man. After several seconds the sensation has spread to Donovan's knees, then thighs. Almost half a minute into it when his abs begin to spasm as though being tickled, the scarlet woman flings herself backwards onto the man, running fingers down her body as she moans in delight.

Donovan grins, having little available skin that wasn't being immediately covered by either Ka'len's wings or a beanbag forced his fingers to the alien woman's stomach. She gasps at his touch, but allows it to continue, moaning as he makes little circles with his fingertips from just above her mound to between her large and shapely breasts. Then with one hand circling Ka'len's now blooming petals and the other tracing its way up to a dark-red nipple, the sensation that had caused her to collapse finally hits Donovan.

As the tingling reaches his neck it suddenly stops, then begins to intensify as though a million little feathers were grazing his skin at once while another million tiny thumbs were massaging away all his knots and worries. Then it all rushes straight to his brain. To Donovan, it felt like being hit to the back on the head with a two-by-four except instead of a crack of pain there was an orgasm, and instead of a dull ache there was only pleasure dribbling down his body as though someone had upended a rather large bucket of honey on his cranium.

"Up..." He mumbles, barely coherent.

"Mmmm... Up..." Ka'len mumbles back, gyrating her arse against his thickening cock. During this particular incident, Donovan had not entirely been in control of his hands, and he now discovered as feeling returned to his body that he has two fingers deeply inserted into Ka'len's dark-red pussy, while his other hand is mostly cupped around one of the woman's breasts. 'Mostly' because one finger had pressed upon the rubbery nipple so hard that it had entered. Part of the man's mind was shocked, part of it was highly aroused, and the other was both incredibly curious and somewhat worried he may have hurt Ka'len or touched another no-go zone. The three states of mind fought, but given his nigh-inability to move after that brain-gasm and his still semi-hard member the confusion and concern won out.

"Are... Are you... Okay?" He asks, slowly attempting to remove his digit. Surprisingly a red hand descends on his, forcing the finger a little deeper.

"Talk later." She pleads "For now, just keep doing... That..." Donovan complies with the request, pushing his fingers deeper inside. Ka'len sighs at the force behind the man's actions, used to a more direct form of pleasure she revels in his more playful attitude. Donovan too is lost in the moment as two entirely different sensations tease his fingers. The digits within Ka'len's pussy are slick with her juices, and easily able to slide in and out. The texture of those walls feel to Donovan quite similar to that of a human, except seemingly more ridged, like the hose of a vacuum cleaner. He knew he'd have a hard time lasting long inside there, and decides to make the best of the situation by swirling those digits within her slick tunnel.

However it is the finger within Ka'len's breast that the man is focusing on more intensely. The sensation is completely alien, and as Donovan attempts to figure out what is happening to his fingertip as it is guided deeper into her body he becomes lost in the sensation of hundreds of tiny tongues licking, swirling and pulling at the intruding digit. Every time he moves that finger Ka'len reacts with a sensual moan, the man rightly assuming that she is taking great pleasure from his actions.

Deciding as he's already come this far, Donovan pushes his finger another knuckle deeper into Ka'len's bosom, eliciting a squeal of delight from the scarlet lady. "More, deeper..." The tone was husky and deep, reaffirming the man's belief that his alien partner is enjoying herself a great deal. Not wanting to disappoint, Donovan does just as requested; slipping a third finger between her petals while letting his thumb play with her little scarlet nether-tongues. Ka'len arches her back at the additional intrusion, managing to push Donovan's finger as deep as it can go into her wanton bosom.

The scarlet lady moans louder this time, her body spasming while both invaded orifices now suck hard on the man's intruding digits. Donovan uses this moment to fondle and squeeze Ka'len's petals much harder while making larger swirling motions inside her bucking breast. Another burst of purple flame erupts from every inch of her skin, but this time Donovan is prepared and just holds the woman tighter. Using the Da'Jen's movements against her, the man pushes his fingers deeper pulling her up his body to free the straining cock from beneath her hole-less arse.

With the gyrating figure atop him and his fingers being sucked, squeezed and licked by Ka'len's alien anatomy, Donovan's cock is well and truly erect; sliding effortlessly between her now slick thighs. Gently bringing her down from the orgasmic high, the man slowly removes his fingers; taking extra care with the one lodged deep within her breast. As it finally pops free to a deep moan from Ka'len, three fingers covered in alien lubricant gently caress the flushed and sensitive petals.

"Humans certainly are inventive..." She sighs, shivering slightly at the playful touch. A red hand makes its way between her legs to caress Donovan's member. "But I feel we're both quite ready." Her tone upon ending that sentence suggests to the man that she requires his input or permission.

Donovan takes the dramatic route, leaning his head forward so his lips graze Ka'len's ears "I want to be inside you."
Without skipping a beat, Ka'len turns to the man and whispers back "I want you to finish inside me." With both tongues flicking out to give his cheek an affectionate lick, the alien lady slides her body around Donovan, her juices making it much easier to straddle his legs. She plants one knee next to his hips, and another opposite before flexing her wings and flicking her tail behind.

Kneeling astride the man's hips she falls forward arms outstretched to land either side of Donovan's shoulders. He can feel the intense heat of Ka'len's pussy bearing down upon his member, and she knows it. Teasing him by waggling back and forth, knocking his cock with her thighs she grins "What do I want?"

"You want me to cum deep inside you?" Donovan prompts with a wry smile. Ka'len looks a little confused. The man sighs a little, but doesn't lose the grin "Earth slang for orgasming."

Ka'len's smile returns doubly wide. "You've promised me now," she lowers herself until the petals surround the head of Donovan's throbbing member "can't back out." With a single movement the scarlet lady lowers herself fully, impaling her flowery sex on the turgid cock.

"I wouldn't want to..." Comes the breathy reply as he feels every little ridge graze his shaft before the entire passage clamps down. Donovan knows this is the moment of truth, representing humanity in the sex war. Thoughts barrel through his mind, unstoppable. Is a good lover one who finishes quickly or takes their time? Does the quality of the orgasm outweigh the quantity of them? Is his seven inches a good size? As Ka'len begins gyrating atop him once more, Donovan pushes those questions to the back of his mind; though their subtle whispers do not disappear entirely.

A strange sensation brings the man back to the moment as the petals now pressed hard against him begin curling and uncurling against his balls, like they were licking or tasting him. The feeling is astounding, and he can already tell he's getting close already. Determined not to cum first, Donovan decides two can play the teasing game and using the scarlet woman's body against her would be the easiest way.

Raking his nails up Ka'len's sides elicits a hearty moan from the woman, her wings flitting out to create roiling eddies of purple flame. She looks down at him with those intense glowing eyes and Donovan has to use every ounce of willpower not to immediately let loose his seed. Instead he returns focus to his quest, dragging fingertips across Ka'len's torso until both hands rest firmly against the Da'Jen's breasts. If she knew what was coming she didn't show it as Donovan stops massaging her nipples with his thumbs and proceeds to plunge both digits palm deep within that bouncing bosom.

The heat and pressure applied to the man's member becomes almost too much to bear, as Ka'len's first orgasm hits hard. His thumbs too are near-seared by the burst of energy as the woman's skin once more bursts with flame. A silent scream is bellowed to the universe, Donovan able to see the four separate  tongues twitching with ecstasy as she comes down from that instant high. Tiny tongue-like tendrils within Ka'len's breast suckle and writhe against the man's thumbs with renewed fervour.

Donovan knows his time is nearly up, and he wants to finish the way he always used to; with a kiss. "Kiss me..." He moans, but Ka'len just responds with a look of confusion mixed with bliss. "Kiss me." He repeats hoping the translation software would kick in. Still no agreement from the woman. Realising he was taking a massive risk, especially given her reaction before, he waits until he can feel his body reaching the peak of arousal then quickly pulls both thumbs from the warm, suckling nipples and grabs the larger of Ka'len's deep-red horns.

Her look of fury mixes with bliss as a second orgasm shoots through her body caused by the man's quick removal of digits, while he does his best to slam upwards into the petal-lined hole. As the first blast of cum finds its mark within Ka'len, Donovan pulls the pleasure-wracked face to his and into a deep, passionate kiss. Purple flame fills the room now, the man glad his partners eyes are clenched shut for he fears what burns he would get from her glare. Her tail flits just beyond Donovan's view and it is massive; the effect of it's presence casting a deep purple light throughout the room which up until now had seemed so much larger.

At first Ka'len is panicky, not knowing why one would want to suckle another's tongue with their own, but as Donovan's hold on her horns loosens she returns the kiss. Her soft tongues inspect his, the warmth radiating outwards as though he had just drunk a mug of hot chocolate and was sucking on the marshmallows. Lips grow frenzied as they push themselves harder together, forcing more tongue into the others mouth almost competitively. No need left to grasp Ka'len's horns, the man instead wraps them around his partners waist and as she does the same.

The two are locked in an embrace as blast by sticky blast, Donovan proves to Ka'len how phenomenal their coupling is to him. And with every burst of his seed against her inner walls, the woman moans from deep inside herself, feeding the fire that now cascades over Donovan  like a waterfall from pelvis to head. Each partner's fingers explore the others back as they buck in unison.

The slick, ridged walls of Ka'len's passage release their tight hold upon Donovan's member, only to replace it with an undulating movement meant for only one purpose; she is milking him. Not wanting to disappoint, the man  looses everything he has into the waiting inferno of Ka'len's womb, doing as he'd dreamed so many times back on earth. As the seconds drift by, more and more effort is required with each spurt and soon the man halts his attempts at thrusting, slumping backwards into the chair.

Ka'len releases her lips from Donovan's and moans contently as she collapses onto his chest. The man hadn't noticed it until now, but the Da'Jen seems larger than before. Another quick glance confirms it. Ka'len is a good head or two taller than before, and as she slumps down on top of him, Donovan's face becomes wedged between her gloriously warm bosom. Hugging her tight, he sighs contentedly into those scarlet orbs.

"What did you do to me?" She grins, pushing up from the man to straddle him once more. Running red hands across her skin she looks over her current size. "Surely not..."

Donovan crooks an eyebrow in semi-panicked curiosity. "What?..." He was hoping he hadn't hurt Ka'len, or done something that would cause trouble.

"It seems, dear human," she says, a Cheshire grin plastered across her scarlet mug, "that humans ARE still attuned to my plane." The man's face turns to straight out puzzlement. Sighing, Ka'len gently climbs off Donovan to lay beside him, both gasping at the feeling of air on their moist privates. "Seems you build up some of my realm's energy and release it through orgasm."

Donovan's jaw would have dropped if he wasn't laying down, as it was he just stared at the massive red face beside him, stunned for a few moments. "So we cum Warp energy?"

She giggles, "Not exactly, I'm not sure." Ka'len runs red fingers down her sides, taking in the residual sensation of her climax as she grins widely. "But if felt so good... Felt like..." Her eyes open, glowing whitish purple and squared right on Donovan's "Home."

"I take it that doesn't happen usually?" Donovan hadn't wanted to broach the subject of how many others Ka'len had slept with before him, as the concept really doesn't matter to him. But he was careful not to ask before in case the wrong thing was inferred. From Ka'len's reaction, he had no need to be worried as she simply smiles and shakes her head. "Well, I'm glad I could be a first in that department."

The woman sighs and turns to look at the metallic ceiling. "Do not take this the wrong way," Donovan feels he is about to do just that, knowing how these sentences tend to end "But I feel something similar every time I feed off the capacitors." A warm hand glides across Donovan's own. "My sister and I cannot stay out of our realm indefinitely without absorbing some of it's essence. When we do it feels much the same as just then," Ka'len's hand grips the man gently but firm as her smile turns ever so slightly wicked "except without the finish."

"We call it a climax." Donovan interjected, initially wanting to give the woman a better word than 'finish', but worrying soon after that he may be sounding a little up himself. Fortunately the scarlet lady took it as the former.

"A Climax, how fitting." She nods to herself, closing her eyes to remember the sensation and shivering as it replays itself.

"But that doesn't explain-"

"Perhaps," Ka'len interrupts the man by placing a finger across his lips "that is a question for another day. Let us simply rest in this moment."

"Afterglow." Donova adds, cheekily.

"Afterglow." The deep husky voice echoes as the two stare at the ceiling feeling Donovan's heartbeat pulse between the two of them.

Many minutes pass of just the two figures enjoying each other's company in silence, resting after their erotic escapade. But before long the Da'Jen blinks a few times before emitting a short grunt.

"I must leave." She pulls herself up wings slumped back as the new mood descends upon her form. "I'm being summoned." And with little haste Ka'len stands as the door to the small room slides open. Reaching for her robe, the container holding two small bluish objects falls from its pocket. She picks it up and eyes the contents, as though she'd forgotten their existence entirely. With memory snapping back she chuckles, jovially lobbing them at Donovan. "You'll benefit more from these than I will."

"Dare I ask?" He says, grinning.

"Dare you?"

The man sighs as another human saying is lost in translation. "What'll it do?"

Ka'len steps through the doorway, turning her head to smile and stare seductively at her new favourite person on the ship "Hopefully what you did for me." With a wink and a wave, the Da'Jen is gone, leaving him holding two iridescent blue dried fruits.

An info box pops up in Donovan's display. 'The Dunda-Dova-Dalla Berry originates from the Shylar home planet of Drun. It is widely used as both an aphrodisiac and booster of bodily functions, enabling the body's nutrient processing and protein producing facilities to work at an advanced rate and replenish nutrients lost during extensive cardiovascular exercise.'

"Wait," Donovan almost chokes on the assumption he is making "you mean to tell me" he says to no-one in particular "that this thing is designed to replenish my sperm count, fill me full of energy and just generally prep me for round two?" It takes a while for the nanobots to work through translation matrices but after a few moments another dialogue box pops up.

'Yes.'

He nods in approval, acquiring his clothing, dressing accordingly and slipping the container in his robe pocket before slipping out of the room. Several stunned patrons look at the man in awe as they were sure Ka'len had entered that room a good couple heads shorter, and anything that would have caused her to grow that much must have been interesting to witness. Donovan - embarrassed - simply salutes as he thanks the Shylar for the taco, and strides out the door.