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Beautiful, tempting distractions…

I curse as my cocks start to slide out again. They’re still hard as I put on my nightclothes, and even more insistent as I slip under the silky covers of my hotel bed.

Weak. Pathetic.I try to fight against the need building inside me, turning off the lights and shutting my eyes tight. But in darkness, I’m vulnerable to the hollow ache in my chest. In darkness, no one can see my shame and heartache as I take myself in hand once more. Building slowly this time, savoring the fantasy from earlier. Letting my mate’s sweet wetness and heady scent envelop me asshe straddles my face, riding it in pursuit of her own pleasure. Imagining the breathy gasps and laughter as she takes what she needs from me while coaxing Eden to sit astride me and take me inside her hot, slippery cunt.

It’s too much. Too perfect. Tears well in my eyes as I come, and I frantically yank off my sleep shirt and bring it down to my cocks to catch my seed. I wipe myself clean, then press my face into a pillow, letting it absorb my tears. I cry until exhaustion finally sets in and I sink into the oblivion of sleep.

Mezli turnsaround at the bar, at once breathtaking in her beauty, and wild in her loose, intoxicated state. Instead of the anonymous nexxit female she was hanging over that night, it’s Eden she’s groping. Grabbing onto the human’s hips and licking a hot stripe up the side of her neck before whispering something to her. I’m frozen, watching from across the room, my arousal and infatuation tinged with envy.

They both turn and lock their eyes on me, and suddenly I’m standing right before the pair. Derisive laughter echoes around me as Mezli looks me up and down. “Look at this patheticxalar. Slobbering all over the sight of us, desperate for our attention.” Shame roils in my gut as she laughs again, then turns to kiss Eden, moaning in pleasure as she does.

I turn away, not wanting to watch anymore, but find Mother lurking on the other side of the room, frowning at me. “Shouldn’t you wear something a bit looser? It would help hide some of…” She waves at my stomach with her lower hands.

I shut my eyes and inhale deeply, blocking her out. When they open, Mezli, as I saw her at our first official meeting, sits across the dining table from me, watching me with wide, vacant eyes. Trying to tune my presence out completely. I open my mouth to speak—to apologize forwhatever about me is offensive, to make amends for judging her, to do anything to get her to stay. All four of my hands reach out across the table as she starts to vanish?—

Sudden pain in my side jolts me out of my nightmare. I’ve fallen off the side of the bed, tangled in the slippery sheets, arms outstretched like they were right before I woke up. I groan and search my ribs with my hands for any serious injury, then gingerly push myself up off the floor.

It’s not long until my alarm is set to go off, so I don’t bother going back to bed. Even if I wanted to sleep more, I don’t trust my sleeping mind not to torment me again, or worse, inflict more bodily harm.

Drained from a night of self-pity, jerking off, and terrible dreams, I decide to order breakfast up to my room. It took only one night for me to go back on my criticisms of the luxury I’m “enduring” here. Such a hypocrite.

The hotel attendant delivers my meal with relatively little bowing and scraping, so I tip generously in appreciation at their restraint. The artificial sunlight of the station streams in through enormous windows in the lower level of the suite, and I take a moment to bask in the feel of it on my skin, shaking off the remnants of my terrible night. Every new cycle is a chance to do better, and things never feel quite so bleak in the light of day.

Scanning the conference schedule, there aren’t many panels that pique my interest. Later in the week is when they have the more renowned researchers speak. Still, I’ll head over to the conference hall and have a look around at the vendors and exhibits. Better to stay as busy as possible to keep myself from worrying about the drop-off later in the week. My fingers itch with the need to sort through my satchel again and check for the millionth time that everything is still there.

On top of the stress of navigating social interactions with my professional peers and the delivery I need to make, thoughts of Mezli and Eden still rattle around in the back of my mind. It’s annoying. I barely taste my food because I’m too busy trying to not think about thosexalas.

My comm chirps as I’m clearing away the dishes and definitelynotwondering if I’ll see Mezli or Eden again at the conference today, and a notification pops up on the screen from my father.

With a gesture, the message expands, and my heart squeezes as I read, hearing Father’s soft baritone in my mind.

My dear Lix, hope your journey to Spire Station was safe and that the conference ends up being everything you’ve hoped for. Words cannot begin to express how proud I am of your choice to work for the betterment of the galaxy, not just the betterment of yourself. Though, speaking of your needs, I hope that you’ll find some time in your busy schedule to relax and enjoy yourself. Don’t be like your father and leave no time for fun. Trust me, you’ll regret it by the time you’re my age. Love you and am waiting to hear about what wild adventures you get up to on your trip. That’s not a request—seriously, do something reckless or face my severe disappointment.

My face feels damp, and it takes me a moment to realize I was crying. Again. Is there something wrong with the air filtration system here that’s causing my sudden lack of emotional control?

I wipe away my tears on a napkin, grimacing at my behavior. Father wants me to be reckless? I’m not sure I even know how. My one-track mind conjures an image of Eden spread across my bed’s silken sheets, gasping as I thrust inside her while Mezli plays with her tits and demands I fuck Eden harder.

Goddess, stop thinking about them!

Seeking out the objects of my incessant fantasies certainly would be the most reckless thing I could think to do this week, barring violating station laws. But I have enough self-preservation to know that would only end in disaster.

Sorry, Father. I’m keeping things strictly professional this trip.

9

When my alarm goes off, I groan, setting it to wake me again in another hour without even bothering to open my eyes. My bed feels extra cozy this morning, and the sunlight isn’t hitting my face through the crack in my curtains like it normally does. Maybe I’ll comm my first patient of the day and tell them I can’t make it. A lazy morning in bed sounds nice after all the drama of yesterday.

Realization of where I am floods in and I sit up in the bed with a start. What happened last cycle was so surreal that my mind had almost convinced me it was a dream and I was still back on Europa 3. I kind of wish it had been.

But no, it’sreal. I stretch and haul myself out of bed, pressinga button so the shade on the window becomes transparent. The breathtaking expanse of Orion district bustles with early morning activity, and I can just make out the trees of the famous golden arboretum.

Holy shit. I’m on Spire.

It’s not like I didn’t already know that, but the reality hits me square in the chest. Overwhelming gratitude for this chance washes over me as I stare out the window. It’s followed by a sense of determination.

I’m going to succeed on the mission. Sure, I’m in no way qualified to take it on, but when has that ever stopped me? I’m smart and capable, and with Mezli at my side, I feel strangely unstoppable.

I use that feeling to motivate myself to get ready for the day quickly, then send Mezli a message.

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