“The one with the fins that’s my height? That’s a Selraphora. Good soldiers.” Aura eats as he points out a few other species new to the games. “Olithions catch fire. You can see it always burning in their core, sort of like Jorusk. They’re usually safe to be in space without a suit. They burn inside like humanoid suns. Toragrals, Isonians, and a few others do as well.”
“Alright, everyone, gather around! It’s time for a new event!” Ohni stands atop a boulder as a long, flat hoverlift covered in tents hums in across the beach from the buffet. It sets down with precision. At the helm is Talros with one arm in a sling. He finds us, waves, and walks over.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to interact with the racers,” an alien guard protests.
“It’s okay, he’s a friend,” Aura says before I can reply.
Tal has a big grin on his face. “You’re going to like this one, Jojo. I’m going to head back to bed. They just needed some help. The usual cargo pilot is a bit occupied setting up for the movie night. I guess he’s been busy fixing the zoo security. Anyway, best get in there so you can get a good piece.”
Piece?
He pats Aura’s shoulder, then takes the servants’ pathway back to the complex as Aura guides me up front with the others.
Ohni continues as the crowd tightens. “As an extra sweet treat, this heat, I have added a new event. Only one handful at a time. No digging for the egg. But there is one! And have fun!”
Guards lift the covers and expose a row of eight huge tiered cakes.
Aura’s the first in, roaring, “Cake fight!”
He steals the entire top of one cake in a single hand, breaks off a piece, and throws it at me, hitting me in the face.
The entire heat of racers becomes a wild flood of hands clawing at the cakes and turning the air into a sugar-bomb free for all.
I snag a handful and smash it into Aura’s face. He staggers back, laughing and wiping his eyes clean of frosting. “Oh, you are going to get it, little lady!”
Aura takes the rest of the topper, lurches after me, grabs me by the front of my suit, tugs open the collar, and shoves the entire top inside.
The cool frosting sliding down my breasts and stomach makes me stop and freeze. “Oh, my gosh. Aura! Youdid notjust do that!”
But when I see him bite a lip and wink at me, I know what he’s thinking.
I point with both hands at my front. I can’t bring myself to stand up for fear I’ll end up with cake sliding down my legs and making me look like a lumpy sock on intergalactic TV. “You are going to clean this up!”
“No doubt!”
Frosting and bits of cake explode around us as women and alien males wage war.
Someone shouts that they’ve found an egg and holds it in the air. The battle continues with frosting explosions, delighted screams, laugher, and sprinkle bombs that fill the air with color.
Aura snags another handful of cake.
I take an awkward step back. “Oh, no.”
Aura chases me as I run, frosting and cake melting against my body. But he is faster and snatches me up with one arm around my waist.
Cake squishes against my skin, and it feels so gross I can’t help but screech from the horrifying sensations. “Come here, you rebellious little female. I am not done with you!”
Aura sets me down on our blanket rather abruptly, pushes me back, and says, “Open up.”
I squint at him. “My legs or my mouth?”
Aura’s eyes brighten. He growls in lust. “Those pretty little lips of yours.”
“Still not sure,” I tease.
Aura crawls forward and kisses me. His cock stiffens between my legs with a firmness that makes me gasp. Aura stuffs the cake in my mouth. “Ha. Knew that would work.”
I cough on instinct but manage to work the frosting around as I wipe the rest from my face. “You—ma—p-rurd.”
