woman. It didn't matter if she was alone or still in the middle of coupling. If she was alone, the man would be accepted enthusiastically, but if not, the male would push the other away and take his place. This didn't bother the males, who were more than happy to move on to someone else.
The scent of sweat and sex filled the air. The musk drove the Staukub into a greater sexual frenzy. Mouths met cocks, cocks met pussies, lips sucked on breasts, and women were turned on their hands and knees to be fucked in succession by multiple males.
With a shock, Rev realized that Grenta had his own cock out of his pants, stroking it in time to the music. Grenta grunted as his spunk flew into the air splattering on the sandy floor.
Rev was filled with longing for Tracy. These erotic sights did nothing but incite his sexual desire for her. His pants tented thinking about taking her in the wild ways of the Staukub, and his ache for her exploded into full blown fire. With his erection restrained by his pants, he walked uncomfortably. The fabric was chafing his cock and he needed a private space.
He found it behind a large crack in the wall, and he entered, having enough room to stand. That would be enough. He loosened his pants so they fell around his ankles. Rev grabbed his own cock, which was thick with lust. His head filled with thoughts of thrusting hard and deep into Tracy. In his mind, it was not his hand stroking his cock, but instead it was her pink softness encasing his shaft, driving all thought and reason from his mind. He exploded, his essence flying against the wall. He sank against the hard rock shaking. Never had he come so fast or so hard, especially from his own hand.
He needed to find Tracy. Now.
Rev pulled himself together and squeezed out of the fissure. He walked back to Grenta, who by now had his own cock back in his pants.
"Grenta, the money," growled Rev.
"All right, all right," grumbled Grenta. "We'll have to wait until Quam is done."
"We shouldn't have waited."
"Relax, Cax. Why are you so edgy this time? You know it happens like this. They want to sample the merchandise."
Rev felt bile rise through his gut. He would derive great satisfaction in putting these men in jail.
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As the moans and groans of the Staukubs' orgy died down, couples lay around the room in each other's arms.
Grenta walked over to Quam, who was snoring. Grenta bent down and slapped the miner across the face.
"Hey, Quam. Time to settle your debts."
Quam turned his back, burrowing his face into Grubba.
"Go away. Sleep now."
Bris yanked Quam to face them.
"Hey, we've got a ship waiting. Pay up."
Quam grumbled and got to his feet. "Too much hurry."
The noise was enough to wake Grubba from her slumber. She sat up and looked around.
"Where am I?" she asked. "What is this place?"
Quam knelt by her with a smile. "You are with me, my mate. This is your new home."
"Home? Mate?" Grubba's eyes widened, and she screamed loudly. Quam tried to calm her, but she scooted away from him. "Get away from me!"
"What is wrong, mate?" said Quam with concern.
"You! You're blue!" she cried. She grabbed her head with both hands. "It hurts! Someone help me!"
With a strangled gurgle, every muscle Grubba had contracted, and her body convulsed. White foam started spewing from her mouth.
Quam watched the gruesome spectacle with horror.
"Help her!" he said to no one in particular. "Do something for her!"
Rev knelt and turned Grubba on her side, holding her limbs tight so she wouldn't injure herself. After a few terrifying minutes, Grubba stopped convulsing. She immediately lapsed into unconsciousness. While all eyes were on her, her physical appearance started to transform, and her skin began changing into a different color.
Quam glared at the people who had brought him these women.
"Look at her. She's turning pink! She shouldn't be pink! Staukub not ever pink! Liars! Cheats! You'll never get money now!"
With each sentence he spoke, his voice