This story is "Negotiation"'s evil twin. It may be a slow starter, but it's pretty naughty :-). I also took the opportunity to tidy up a loose end from season one that always bugged me. Before the new commonwealth got started, where did they run to when they were hurt? There are pieces here that follow on from "Rope", "Breathe" and "Sledgehammer".

Before you give me grief, in "The Dark Backward" we got a glimpse of how Trance's talents work. She only seems to explore futures she thinks of rather than seeing them all at once as she claims, and she doesn't always go far enough down them. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it, so there. :-P

As for the tribble reference, well, you and I know they're from Star Trek, but the tribble doesn't. To reassure the animal rights people, I asked the tribble about the incident. Apparently it enjoyed itself very much thank you, and wants to do it again. Soon. Please? Unfortunately LBG couldn't get the custard out of the sheets, so they had to be put out of their misery.
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"God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e., everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."
Terry Pratchett, "Good Omens"
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Prologue

The slipstream point blossoms as a vessel arrives in-system. "Incoming vessel, this is Valhalla Station. How can we help you today?"

"Valhalla, this is the Andromeda Ascendant. We have heavy damage, we need a tug."

In C&C a finger traces down a list, it doesn't get far. Someone whispers "She's top of the list!"
"Martin, take over. Everyone else, clear a path. I'll get the boss."
An unnaturally calm, level voice comes on the line. "Ms Ascendant, you are listed as a protected vessel here. Is pursuit a possibility?"
"Yes."
A few key presses, and the calm voice continues. "If you check your sensors, there are three incoming ships. One is your tug, the other two are the heavy cruisers Hood and Nimitz. We have your back, Ms Ascendant. Relax and enjoy the ride."

The chime drags me roughly from my sleep, rescuing me from yet another nightmare. I hit the com and ask "whuwuh?".
"Trouble, Boss. Incoming listed vessel, pursuit possible. It's the Andromeda." OK, now I'm awake. I don't bother with clothes, I'm still pulling on my dressing gown as I start my run for Command. I break my previous record.

"What's happening? The short version."  In moments I know everything the Commend crew knows. Shit. If they mauled her, Hood and Nimitz won't be enough.  "Who's in-system? Buy me every mercenary, and list me the military." The list appears on my screen. One ship is Kaydran, a carrier no less, a ship of the wall. Thank you, God. I hit a few buttons, and they're on the line.

"Excalibur, this is Valhalla Station, I need to talk to your commanding officer. Now."
"One moment, Valhalla."
Pause.
"This is Captain Melkin, what can I do for you, Valhalla?"
"Captain, we may have incoming hostiles and I don't think we've the firepower to keep them out. Does an old grunt off the Wilson have any favour points with you?"
Long pause.
"The Admiral Wilson? Mjolnir class?"
"Squad Wilson nine, scout three. I was there when we dropped the hammers."
He takes a hard look at me. There's a sound of keys being hit as he checks my story. He stands and flashes a quick salute, more for my ship than me. "Sir, Excalibur acknowledges her debt to the Wilson. Consider the slippoint closed." The screen goes black.

"Martin, tell the other ships Excalibur's in command, then take a break. I'll take ops for a while." There's a pause, then he breaks Interface with station AI, stretches, and lets out a long sigh of relief. I jack in and surrender to the torrent of information a system full of sensor drones provide. I'm everywhere at once.

A massive triangular shape tumbles in the dark, powers to the edge of the system, and stops. Hundreds of tiny singleships, larger bombsleds and gunships pour from her launch tubes and form a globe around the slipstream point. A handfull of mismatched mercenaries and privateers join them. When the hostiles arrive a minute later they walk into a massive ambush; it's over in seconds. She's safe, we're safe, and there are a few less Neitscheans in the universe. I couldn't ask for a better start to the day.

I touch a few of the better bars and restraunts down on the mall ring, arranging tabs for the Excalibur crew on my account. Then I call Alex in security, tell him he'll have some drunk soldiers to deal with, and to go easy on them.

The Divine knows I love her, but she can be *so* high maintenance sometimes.
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Game One

So the Andromeda took a pounding recently. She's been dry-docked for four days now with my repair crews crawling all over her. I know I shouldn't be happy about that, but I can't help it. Rommie spent each night with me. There's an unaccustomed spring in my step, and a smile on my face as I walk down the corridor, on my way to solve a mystery. I got a call from from a security guard in Jane's casino, suggesting I get down there and take a look at table twelve. No details, he just said it and hung up. Jane's an old friend, more than capable of looking after herself, so why did he call me?

Gaudy decorations, flashing lights and a carefully crafted cacophony of sound assault my senses as I walk through the casino. It'd be easy to get lost in this labyrinth of commercialism, but I know my way around. We all helped her build the place. Twelve's one of the poker tables next to the nightclub entrance, and there's an elf and a pixie sitting there. The table's marked 'No locals. No AIs'. Ah, so that's it. The guard's giving me a chance to clean this mess up without getting her in trouble. He doesn't know it yet, but he won't be paying rent for a while.

I throw him a smile and a nod of thanks, then settle in to watch. Rommie's winning steadily. She's noting which cards have fallen, and figuring the odds on what's likely to come next. With a five deck shoe that's a stretch for a human, but not for her. As an AI she's the perfect card counter. Her bets get larger as the odds turn in her favour. Technically, she's cheating. Strangely, Trance is keeping pace with her. Both piles of chips are growing, but Trance is betting different hands. She's the luckiest player I've ever seen. She bets big on a jack high, when her opposition's bluffing on a ten. She folds a pair of ladies on the draw, and someone makes three fives. There's no sense to it, it's as if she can see the other hands before they're dealt. I watch long enough for a pattern to emerge, and a plan to form.

I know she doesn't love me, but I think I know why she comes back. She's learning about human sexuality from me, and as long as I have things to teach, she'll be back. If I play this right I can bag my young student of the carnal arts a threesome, some lesbianism, and a side order of guilt-free pixie. I saunter over to my friend the guard and borrow his comm, an evil little grin playing at my lips. "Which channel's Jane on today?"

"Five."

I key channel five. "Jane, it's me, I'm down by the nightclub. Get that sweet ass of yours down here, I need a favour." My only answer is the click-fizz of a broken connection. We don't stand on ceremony much, we're too close for that. Soon there's a hand on my shoulder, and a body resting against my side.

"Hey, kid. What's up?"

I gesture at the table. "See the brunette with the purple girl? She's the Andromeda's avatar. An AI. I need you to lift the 'no locals' restriction so I can teach her a lesson." With a knowing look and a vicious chuckle, she walks over to the dealer. As she makes her way through the crowd, quite a few eyes follow her. I suppose she's a good looking woman, I don't really think of her that way. You'd never know by looking at her she's a year older than me, she looks much younger. She's in great shape for her age, and I think she dyes her hair. She whispers in the dealer's ear, and the 'no locals' sign vanishes in favour of one that reads 'private game'. I take the seat nearest Rommie, flashing her and Trance my best crooked grin, getting smiles and nods in return. Jane sends casually dressed staff to suggest the other players might have better luck at other tables. The dealer changes, the cards are shuffled, magically a healthy stack of chips appears at my wrist; Jane's people are *good*. Cards drop in front of us, and the game begins.

Counting cards is slow. It's useless just after a shuffle, it takes time for the odds to change and reveal themselves. Right now the playing field's level. Hand after hand drops, and I get the hang of Trance's play. She's cautious, she only bets hands she knows she's going to win. I let her take a few pots, keep her pile steady, faking being a worse player than I am. Gently does it. Twenty minutes in our stacks are close to where we started, mine's just a bit smaller. Time to tug a little on the line, see if they bite. "Fancy a side bet, ladies?"

"What do you have in mind?" asks Rommie.

"If either of you win, I completely refit and upgrade the Andromeda. My treat."

"And if we lose?" asks Trance.

I lean a little closer, and whisper so only Rommie can hear. "You two are my love slaves for the night". I *so* love getting that shocked look from her, it's getting harder to do these days. It's quickly replaced by a moment of calculation, then a smug grin. Ah, good, she's going to go for it. She leans over to Trance and whispers in her ear. Behind me Jane chuckles again. She didn't need to hear, she knows me too well.

Trance's face is priceless. Not what she expected, I'll wager. Rommie just keeps on smiling. Maybe she's confident, more likely the thought of one more new experience doesn't scare her. It doesn't matter. She agrees, that's what matters. "Trance? You know we can take him. I could really do with a refit." There's a long pause, a little light arguing between my prey, then Trance nods too. Time to play for real.

So Rommie's a card counter. She thinks it gives her an edge, she's wrong. As for Trance, I think somehow she does know the cards, but her caution is her weakness. She doesn't bluff. All I have to do is fold when she bets, and her pile dwindles an ante at a time. All the money she makes comes from Rommie, which is fine by me. They're going to lose.

And lose they do.

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Game Two (AKA "The Naughty Bit")

"You said we could take him!" complains Trance for the tenth time, as we head for my quarters. I think she's more surprised than pissed, I don't think she's used to losing.

"Oh, stop whining. We lost, OK? We lost, now we have to pay up. Look, he's really not so bad once you get used to him. You might even enjoy it."

I stay out of it, keeping my mouth shut all the way to my door. The security system scans me, and the door unlocks before I even touch the handle. Rommie walks straight to my cameras' new hiding places, and puts things in front of them. Rats. I really thought she'd miss the one in the clock. Oh well. Trance just stands there, mouth open, staring at my sleeping area. "Wow" she breathes, awe fighting her annoyance, and winning.

It's fifteen feet across, circular and stands a little below hip height. There are cushions and pillows strewn across it, made of the same blood red silk as the sheets. "Impressive, isn't it? That's the largest bed in three sectors, as far as I know, custom made. It vibrates and massages, too. Go on, try it out." With a quick glance to make sure I'm serious, she giggles and takes a running dive at it. It has that effect on some people. She bounces twice, rolls around for a while as I cycle it through a few massage settings, then she sits up with bunches of silk tangled in her hands. Smiling.

"I want one."

"I'll put you in touch with the manufacturers. Now, don't we have a little, ah, transaction to complete?"

Her smile fades. "Oh, yes. Of course."

Hmmm, that didn't take much. Looks like Ms Gemini is a tad self conscious.

"What do you want us to do?" Asks Rommie. Good question. I haven't really planned this one. I guess I'm going to have to wing it. I have two beautiful women at my beck and call; What to do, what to do.... Oh yes.

There's a big, comfortable sofa in one corner, with its own light. It's where I curl up to read. I go sit there and kill the light, throwing myself into shade. I dim the main lights and get comfortable, a shadowy figure lost in the outline of the sofa. I make my voice a soft, low purr. "First I want you to undress each other. Trance, start with Rommie's top. Touch her while you're doing it, make it sensual."

A little hesitantly she climbs off the bed and walks up to Rommie. "It's OK, go ahead. Let's put on a show." encourages Rommie, gently. Trance walks around behind her, and slips her arms around Rommie's waist. Her hands glide up, one cups a breast while the other makes for the zipper. The zipper slowly glides down, and Rommie's top falls open on one side, revealing her black lace bra. Trance lifts the jacket away and lets it drop to the floor. A little basic, but it's a start.

"Now you, Trance. Rommie, remove her catsuit." Rommie's more confident. She's played my games before, as I've played hers, and she knows what I like. She walks around Trance, trailling a hand around her waist. As she comes around to the front the hand lags behind and the arm wraps around, pulling Trance side-on to me. Her other hand slides up Trance's back, completing the embrace and making for the zipper. While she's there, she kisses Trance's neck. Trance jumps slightly, then settles down. The zipper falls and Rommie draws Trance's arms out of the garment one at a time, careful to keep her breasts covered. She then has her face me and lets the material drop, one side at a time. Trance isn't wearing a bra, her nipples are a deep purple. Her face is getting that way too, poor thing. I'll have to be careful with her, I don't like to be cruel. Rommie continues to peel the catsuit down, revealing dark blue thong panties and long, shapely legs. A tail wraps nervously around one of them.

"OK, let's even you two up. Trance; Rommie's pants and bra. In that order." Trance kneels at Rommie's feet to undo the pants while Rommie turns away from me, tilting her hips and sticking her delicious ass out at me. Yes, I'd say she knows what I like. With a little more encouragement from Rommie, Trance manages to sensuously pull the pants down to reveal Rommie's usual black panties. Moments later the bra drops to the floor, and they both stand there, naked bar their panties.

Trance is like a trapped bird, all jumpy and uncomfortable. I think I know how to change that. "I'd like to watch you two make out now." Rommie takes the lead, and Trance back in her arms. A little stroking and caressing then the kisses start, landing softly on Trance's neck, jawline and lips. Her hands stroke up and down Trance's spine and around her flanks. I know what that feels like. Rommie's learned to be very seductive when she wants to be, she's really hard to resist. I can see the tension start to fade from Trance's shoulders as Rommie works her magic. Gradually she starts to respond, and soon the two are kissing deeply, oblivious to my presence.

I watch quietly for a while, doing my best impersonation of an empty space despite the temptation to join in. While they're occupied I quietly light some candles around the room and kill the main lights, it sets a much better mood. It also gives me the chance to walk around and watch them from some other angles. Damn, they look good. By the time my self control finally gives way, they're making full use of the bed and both pairs of panties are long gone. I'm back in the middle of my sofa, wearing only boxers.

"Much though I'm enjoying the show ladies, I've got a better use for those tongues. Come here." A little reluctantly, they tear themselves away from each other, and prowl over to me. Now Trance is warmed up, she's visibly more relaxed; Her tail hangs behind her in its usual loose 'S' shape. I must thank Her Elfness later. In the warm light of the dancing flames they really do look like mythical creatures. Sleek and beautiful, with candle powered shadows caressing their curves like the hands of ghostly lovers. Trance's pussy is shaved, or maybe she doesn't grow hair there. Who knows? I've tried to learn more about her, but her species isn't in any database I know. I found a few stories of purple mischief makers that could fit, but all I can really say for sure is, well, she's cute and purple.

I gesture for them to scootch up either side of me on the sofa, and put an arm around each of them. Trance is noticeably warmer than human, and her skin is indecently soft. I take my time fondling them both, kissing and nuzzling, trying to copy Rommie's style to help Trance get comfortable with me. I stroke their stomachs, flanks and breasts. Trance jumps a little when my hand makes its way around her ass to softly stroke the outside of her pussy. Rommie just purrs and snuggles in closer when I do the same to her. Her hand squeezes my erection through the thin cotton. She raises up a little, offering me her breasts. Who am I to refuse? I brush my face against them and suckle on her nipples. Then she guides Trance up to join her, and I have four breasts to choose from. I try to give them all equal time. Trance tastes almost human, with just a hint of something sharp I can't place. As she always does, Rommie tastes of cinnamon. Harper is a wonderfully twisted individual.

It's no good though, Trance is tensing up again in my arms. I can't do this if I can't get her to relax with me. I'm many things, but I'm no rapist. OK, change of plan, time to break out the heavy artillery. I get up, taking their hands in mine, and lead them back to the bed. "Trance, go lie in the middle, face down." As she obeys, I whisper to Rommie. "Do you know how to give a massage?"

She gets that faraway look she has when communing with her mainframe. "I do now, in theory. What do you have in mind?" I walk to a chest of drawers and pull out a couple of bottles of scented oil, handing one to Rommie.

"Just kneel between her legs and follow my lead." I climb onto the bed and address Trance. "I want to sit on your ass, is that OK or would I hurt your tail?"

"It's OK." she replies, so I sit astride her, coating my hands with oil and rubbing them together to warm it. I start my massage at the small of her back, gently but firmly pushing the pads of my thumbs outward from her spine along her muscles and ribs, gradually working upwards to her neck. In the mirror I can see Rommie working on her legs. I keep half an eye on her, what she does to Trance will be what she'd like done to her. I might be able to use that another day. Except what she's doing with that tail, of course. The backs of the knees, hmm? I should have thought of that.

My first couple of passes are an exploration, I've never touched one of Trance's kind before and I don't know how she's laid out. But she's humanoid, so necessarily her muscles are similar to a human's. I pay attention to her responses as my hands move in different patterns, observing what she likes and what she doesn't. By my fourth pass I'm using the heels of my hands, working more firmly into the tenser spots. By the sixth I'm even using my knuckles on the worst spots, taking great care not to push too hard and hurt her. Her skin beneath my hands is soft and smooth as the silken sheets, she's a joy to touch. Soon she's limp beneath me, with a happy little smile on her face. I lean forward and and place the softest kiss at the back of her neck. I keep my voice low, making sure my breath tickles warmly at her nape. "You like that?"

"Mmmmm." she purrs.

"Want more?"

"Mmmmm hhhmmmm."

So I keep going, but now I make it a lover's massage. More and more kisses and caresses slide into the mix as I work on her. My hands slide around her to graze the edges of her breasts. I catch Rommie's eye in the mirror, and silently gesture a suggestion while my other hand slides up and down Trance's spine. Rommie smiles, and I watch as each pass of her hands climbs higher, until finally she's caressing Trance's pussy at the top of each one. Trance's body writhes and she turns her head to the other side, letting out a happy little squeak. That's more like it. She's ours now. We keep it up for a few more minutes, then it's time to take it up a level.

I get off her. "OK, Pixie, time for the other side. Turn over." She does. I lie one side of her, and have Rommie take the other. There's little pretense of a massage left now. I stroke and knead Trance's nearest breast, while Rommie mirrors my actions on the other side. My fingertips dance up and down her torso like the shadows from the candlelight, while my lips and tongue tease her nipple. I move my hand lower, slowly so as not to surprise her, and this time when I touch her she doesn't jump. Her legs part slightly to let me in.

I explore a little, happy to find no real surprises. She feels pretty human here. I dip an oiled finger inside her, just up to the first knuckle, work it around in a tiny circle, and slide in and out a few times slowly. She's wonderfully warm inside, almost shower-hot. I gently trace her inner lips up to her hooded clitoris, and draw a few more soft circles there before moving my hand back up to let Rommie take over. We tag team her for a long time, feeling a different kind of tension build in her. A good tension. I'm gently nibbling on her ear when I whisper the question. "Which of us would you like to lick you first?"

She thinks for a moment before whispering back "Rommie".

Pretending it's my idea, I give the order. "Rommie, lick her. Don't make her come yet."

"Yes, master." she replies with a healthy helping of sarcasm, and moves down to lie between Trance's legs. Heh, she's not really cut out to be anyone's slave. Again I keep half an eye on her, learning things for later. It doesn't slow my lecherous assault on Trance though. I place my open lips on her stomach, suck gently, and pull away making a soft popping sound. I move slightly and repeat the process, gradually moving upwards until I reach her neck. Here I nuzzle, kiss and delicately bite for a while before moving back down. I stop at her breasts and tug on her nipples with just my lips, then lightly rake them with my teeth. They stand up proud and hard, an even deeper purple than before. Half lying across her I plant a kiss on her lips, she opens her mouth and our tongues fence. Her mouth is as warm as her snatch.

Finally I break off, and call time on Rommie. "I think it's my turn now." She gets up and moves back to Trance's side. I catch her on the way and kiss her deeply to taste Trance's juices on her lips, a mixture of sweet and salt. Settling down between purple thighs I get my first good look at her pussy. Not quite human, but nothing important. She obviously enjoyed Rommie, she's good and wet.

I start with my nose, flipping her inner lips from side to side, wandering up and down them at random. I nudge up under her hood to tease her clit, then push my tongue as far inside her as it will go. I fuck her with it for a couple of minutes. On the way out the last time, I lay it flat upon her. It slithers from side to side as I draw it up along the length of her slit, while I savour her taste and the feel of slick flesh against my tongue. When I reach the top, I assault her hood with my tongue tip, fast little lashes from side to side and up and down. Taking her hood between thumb and forefinger I slide it back and forth, jacking her clit off. I caress her lips with mine, and suck tenderly on her bud. I give her my full attention. Finally I finish what Rommie started, and she comes. Her muscles jump and tense as she moans with delicious release. Her howls are a little muffled though.

Looking up I'm a bit surprised to find my love elf riding Trance's face, lust and arousal etched plainly on those exquisite features. Awww, how did I miss the start of that? Dammit! It seems the purple one has some skills too, Rommie's really into it, head thrown back and eyes screwed tight shut. I get up and straddle Trance, knees level with her breasts to kiss the living daylights out of Rommie, tweaking her nipples hard the whole time. I keep it up until Trance makes her come, then hold her shuddering body tight until she's still.

We topple over in each others arms, bouncing a bit when we hit the bed. Trance crawls around so I'm sandwiched in between them, one snuggled up under each of my arms, their legs hooked over mine. We just cuddle for a while. It's a wonderful feeling, engulfed in soft female flesh, their warm breath stroking my chest. "Is it my turn yet?" I ask at last, injecting a slightly petulant whine into the question.

They glance at each other, then answer together "Yes, master.", laughter in their voices.

"OK, I want the two of you to suck my dick. How you get down there is up to you." Rommie's head dips down to my nipple, she sucks on it and rakes it with her teeth as I did to Trance. Trance copies her. Together they lick their way down my body to my boxers, which quickly vanish into the corner of the room. Two pairs of lips plant small kisses up and down my shaft, shortly replaced by flicking tongues. Their teamwork is suspiciously good. "Hey, have you two done this before?"

"No, but I learn fast." replies Trance.

I remember her knowing what the cards were going to be, maybe she knows what Rommie's about to do, too? Then her inhumanly warm mouth closes around my tip, and it doesn't seem important anymore. Looks like she's no stranger to human anatomy, she's working her lips at the edge of my cock's head, and tickling my frenulum with the tip of her tongue.  She bobs down a few times, then it's back to the edge again. Bob and tickle, bob and tickle. She even deep throats me a couple of times, naughty girl. Gloriously naughty. She quickly takes me right to the edge, then slides back down the side to share a meal of my balls with Rommie.

With one finger halfway down the shaft, Rommie presses my dick to my stomach and draws uneven circles. It tugs at my skin in strange ways, a nice counterpoint to the warm, wet mayhem they're wreaking on my scrotum. She shuffles round so her legs are up by my head. I slip my hand between her legs to play gently with her pussy. She grabs my dick and holds it upright, bringing her mouth next to the head. "Kiss me, Trance." They french kiss around me, it's an exquisite torture. My cock head surrounded by squirming tongues, the textured surfaces on my most sensitive skin sending electric shocks up my spine. They stop together, well timed again.

It evolves into a really sloppy blowjob. The girls take it in turn to slobber up and down my shaft, and suck the tip, hard, to make a popping noise as they release me. Warm, hot, warm, hot, warm hot. The contrast has my nerves singing. Rommie finds my scented oil tastes pretty good, so her oily hands enter the equation. Trance grasps my scrotum high and squeezes down gently to bring the skin tight over my balls, where she licks and rakes it with her fingernails. They take me on a roller coaster ride of arousal, with each peak a little higher than the last.

Finally I can't deny myself any more. "OK girls, flip. Get on all fours." Mmmm, lovely sight. Two shapely asses presented for my pleasure, wiggling enticingly as if to say 'Pick me! Pick me!'. I kneel between them, one hand on each pussy, middle fingers sliding in and out while I get some composure back. I turn my hands palm down, and hook my fingers back to stimulate their G-spots. I move over and slide into Rommie, keeping Trance occupied with my finger, and my thumb on her clit. I can't say I'm giving the pixie my best though; plunging into a tight, wet love elf is kind of distracting.

A minute or two, and I move to Trance, her heat a lovely contrast to Rommie's warmth. She rocks her hips in time to my thrusts, squeezing and bending my shaft, sending tingles across my skin as blood vessels cross the lip of her entrance. I swap between the two for a while, one impaled on my dick, the other on my fingers. Every once in a while I 'miss', and my cock head rubs against one clit or the other.

I lose track of the positions we try. They lie beside each other with their knees up by their shoulders, a little apart so I can lie on my side and penetrate one while I lick the other. Trance plays with herself while I take Rommie in the missionary position, bouncing the bed up and down with my hands. I time it so Rommie bounces fast beneath me while I hardly move, and I fuck her with the rhythm of the springs, two delicious plunges a second. Trance I pick up, her hands behind my neck and legs hooked over my arms as I bounce her against my hips.

I finally push it too far when I have them lie face to face with Rommie's leg hooked over Trance's hip and Trance's held up to my shoulders, pillows beneath their hips. I swap between them fast, a couple of strokes each. They hold each other and kiss as my balls graze their inner thighs, until Rommie pulls back. "Let's get him." she says, and a massive grin explodes on Trance's face. They roll apart, and pounce on me.

I ham it up a bit, with a grin. "Argh! It's a love-slave rebellion!", I cry as two warm soft figures wrestle me to the bed. Trance impales herself on me, while Rommie sits on my face. My tongue snakes out to taste..... woman? "Erf, wommi, vvond yuf us..." She lifts herself. "Thanks. Don't you usually taste of cherries down here?"

"Cherries?" giggles Trance. Rommie ignores her.

"I finally decided to talk to Harper about that. I said 'Harper, why do I taste of cherries?', he said ouch a lot, then he agreed to an upgrade. I can still do cherry, but I've got apple, lemon, peach and 'natural' too. Like it?"

"You'll always taste good to me, Rommph..." and my mouth is covered again. As I lick and tease, her taste slowly mutates into cherries. I concentrate on her to stave off the inevitable effect of Trance's gyrations. It's particularly difficult since she's got her tail wrapped around my balls, squeezing and massaging them. I spear Rommie with my tongue and wriggle it around inside her. She makes an enticing little mewling noise, so I push as far in as it will go and wriggle faster. I work my chin against her hooded clit, and her back arcs as a wave of pleasure washes through her.

Spurred on by my shaft inside her, and doubtless Rommie's hands on the rest of her, Trance starts to howl again. I'm glad the place is soundproof, she is one noisy little minx when not smothered in love elf. Her inner muscles spasm and I nearly lose it a couple of times, but fight and hold on, saving it for Rommie. Finally she slides off, and lies next to me. Rommie takes her place, not quite sliding all the way down.

She lays herself on top of me on me, and whispers in my ear. "I've had my secret weapon upgraded too. I can control it now." She slides the rest of the way down, and for the first time I'm not assaulted by a thousand tiny tongues at her cervix. I mentioned Harper's twisted, didn't I? Setting up a steady rhythm, she plants open mouth kisses on my neck, and her breasts rub against my chest. Then I hold her tight as she screws me with just her hips. The universe shrinks to just her skin against mine.

Soon I feel a familiar tension brewing in her stomach muscles. She changes to grinding urgently into my lap as she switches the tentacles on. I have no defence. We come together.

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Epilogue
Later, Trance is long gone and I'm snuggled up to Rommie, head on her shoulder and arm draped across her hips. "I have two questions." she says, out of nowhere.

"Mmmm?"

"How did you beat us? You shouldn't have had a chance."

I chuckle. "I can card count just as well as you can. My suit interface has an onboard computer."

"It wasn't just that, the odds were strange, and you bet a lot of lucky hands."

Blast, she noticed. "Oh alright, the dealer and I served together on the Wilson with the casino owner. We have hand signals for just about everything, and he's the best crooked dealer you'll never meet. Simon and I used to take the locals to the cleaners every shore leave. We had to, no-one in the fleet'd play us."

That earns me a friendly cuff round the ear, and an indulgent grin. "Cheat. Next question. How did you know I wanted to try a threesome?"

That's simple, she wants to try everything. Don't get me wrong, she's no slut, but her curiosity knows no bounds. Sometimes she pushes even *my* limits. (Don't even ask what you can do with an air hose, a tribble and some warm custard. Just don't, OK?) Still, I can't resist teasing her. I raise my head a little, look her straight in the eyes, and lie my ass off. "I didn't."

"But....you....we.........Ooooohhhhhh!!!" She pins my back to the bed and plays at throttling me. I fight back in similar spirit and it turns into an erotic wrestling match, which in turn becomes something more. She stays the night again. I don't dream.

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