Just north of Elanium are just icy, barren lands. Northern wastelands or just wastelands are they called, home to demons, orcs, undead, everything dar...k and bloodthirsty. Their inhabitants call it survival of the fittest, not much food to go around with no soil to grow it after all, but the self-proclaimed civilized races call it barbaric, evil even.South we find Tar'chi, or the great desert, home to most Beastkin, but best known by mankind for Zel'alka, an oasis of wonder and innovation. Here. He was a freak of nature and her eyes widened as she saw what was about to impale her. He pulled her to the floor as he kicked off his pants and turned her onto her knees. And he began to lick her opened cunt. Her clit he sucked like a man possessed drawing it into his mouth and causing a few orgasms along the way. He rolled her clit around his mouth pulling on it at intervals and at others just pushing 4 fingers into her as he licked around the opening of her stretched out cunt. He gave her. A gently pat was placed on the box as it was placed on his bedside pillow, and she glanced over at the outfit spread across the bed. With a glance at the clock she knew he would be home soon and it was time to get ready. Darting into the bathroom she turned the shower to as hot as it would go and stripped her jeans and t-shirt off quickly. White cotton underwear and bra followed as the steam began to swirl around the room. She glanced in the mirror, placed her hands on her pale belly, turned. "They are with the NSA. We're supposed to help them with an experiment during this trip." Cmdr. Diego was trying to keep it light, but obviously saw Tracy's spine stiffen. "I'm sorry doctors. I don't know anything about an 'experiment.' But, I'm going to be too busy to provide lab notes and observations for the folks back home." Tracy was trying to be civil as she got more and more angry. "What kind of shit was SOU trying to pull on her this close to a jump?" Tracy fumed to herself. Didn't they.