Explorer’s Log: I have completed my survey of the star system designated “The Queen’s Bottomless Throat,” by Royal Astronomers. There are fifteen planets and all of them are occupied and used by the Goxx. They even colonized a volcanic world, which just seems unsafe to me. They support multiple industries on each planet and have a remarkable infrastructure. I have highlighted the worlds must desirable for conquest, but honestly, the Queen will want all of them.
The locals have been friendly and cooperative as usual. I have received an invitation to meet with a Champion that resides on the 12th planet. This one is the Champion of Cooking and yes, I double-checked with the authorities that I heard that correctly. Apparently, the Champion of Cooking is a beloved favorite of theirs.
I am amused and intrigued. The Champion of Architecture built the greatest artificial satellite I have ever seen. The Champion of Music destroyed countless enemies with her sonic assault. Does the Champion of Cooking cook explosive puddings? Can her bread be used as clubs? It suggests that not all Champions are the military powerhouses that I expected. I will try to learn more when I met this one.
End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: I might have been dismissive in my report, but I am honestly looking forward to this encounter. My diet the last ten years has been primarily algae-based food from my synthesizer. It would be nice to eat something that came out of a pot, even if it is some weird alien cuisine.
It started with a lick.
“Here, taste this,” Khucy, the Champion of Cooking said.
The Goxx woman held out her finger. On the end of her grey digit was a glop of something green and iridescent. The glop quivered slightly.
Vaquel opened her lips. The alien placed her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth. As soon as Vaquel closed her mouth, the champion rolled her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth, smearing the glop inside her.
Khucy stared intently at Vaquel. Instead of looking at the black spacesuit that clung to Vaquel’s large breasts, or the belt across her wide hips, or even Vaquel’s short pink hair, the Champion only focused on Vaquel’s lips. She pulled her finger free of Vaquel’s lips and brought her finger to her own lips.
“What do you think?” the Champion asked.
“It’s nice,” Vaquel said.
Khucy shook her head. “Don’t be diplomatic. Tell me what you think. Be honest.”
“It was a little salty, but I liked the creaminess,” Vaquel said.
“Hmm,” the Champion said. She picked up a large blue fruit and dropped it into a bubbling pot. Before the fruit had made a splash, the woman added red powder to a pan containing a thick liquid. She moved back and forth between a dozen active concoctions.
Vaquel took the moment to study her surroundings. As soon as had arrived, the Champion had asked her to lick her finger. They were outside in a beautiful clearing. Various kitchen consoles had been set up in a circle, though Khucy was barely using half of them. Camera drones floated around them, recording the champion’s actions for the enjoyment of the population.
It also gave time for Vaquel to study Khucy herself. She was another Goxx, which meant she had dull grey skin and two tusks that jutted from her bottom jaw. Bright eyes were almost hidden by a low hanging brow. Two black braids jutted from the back of her head, one close to the top of her head and one near her neck. She was plumper than the other Goxx that Vaquel had met but she moved with a confident grace that not even Wizide had. A loose green apron covered her front but judging from her ample naked buttocks, the Goxx wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Here, taste this,” Khucy said. At the end of her finger was a thin coating of pink flakes.
Vaquel stuck out her tongue. Khucy smiled and placed her finger on Vaquel’s tongue. She gently wiped her finger off on Vaquel’s out-stretched muscle.
Was she flirting with Vaquel? It certainly felt that way.
Vaquel retracted her tongue and focused on the flakes. “It is very sweet. Almost too sweat.”
Khucy nodded. She turned back to her pots.
“Do you usually have people taste things from your fingers?” Vaquel asked.
Khucy’s round cheeks turned a darker shade of grey. “No, but the Champion of Music released a song about how talented your mouth was. I wanted to have my own experience.”
Vaquel laughed. She had eaten Wizide’s ass while fingering her two pussies. It was nice to know that the Champion of Music wrote a song about it.
“So, tell me more about this experience you wanted,” Vaquel said.
Khucy laughed. “I also saw your encounter with the Champion of Architecture,” she said.
“You mean when Dymare fucked me in front of a stadium of cheering Goxx?” Vaquel said.
“It was very inspiring,” Khucy said. “Sometimes we meet aliens and they are very guarded. Your species appears to enjoy sensations. As the Champion of Cooking, I feel especially qualified to indulge your senses, and you might be just as qualified to enjoy them.”
Vaquel felt a familiar heat between her thighs. She also felt her stomach grumble. “You may have a point there.”
“Do you mind if I give you a good sniff? I keep catching whiffs of the other Champions and it is so distracting.”
“Sure,” Vaquel sighed. The Goxx had a tendency to spray a smelly scent when they climax. The males do it from the mouth while the females do it from their vaginas.
“I thought I had removed the last of their scent,” Vaquel said.
“Maybe to your nose, but not mine,” Khucy said. She leaned over to Vaquel’s breasts and sniffed. Her nose wiggled.
“Let me help,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button and a seam appeared from her neck to her belt. The weight of her heavy breasts pushed her black suit open.
“Oh, there it is!” Khucy moaned. She rubbed her nose against Vaquel’s dark brown mounds. “Dymare really should eat more vegetables.”
Before Vaquel could respond, Khucy grabbed Vaquel’s hands by the wrists and stood back up. She pressed Vaquel’s hands to her nose and breathed in. The thin apron stretched as Khucy’s massive mounds pushed outwards.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Khucy mumbled. “You were deep inside Wizide when she came! Or maybe you just made her come extra hard.”
“I do my best,” Vaquel said.
“I bet you do,” Khucy said, with an added huskiness to her voice. “Now it is time for me to do mine.”
Khucy let go of Vaquel’s hands and reached for a simmering bowl. Ignoring the heat, she scooped out a white sauce and smeared it across the back of her hand. She offered it to Vaquel.
Vaquel licked her lips. She liked where this was going. Taking Khucy’s hand in hers, she leaned forward slowly. She stretched out her tongue and took a long, slow lick.
“Queen’s tit, that is delicious,” Vaquel said. All intent of foreplay went out the window as she took another lick.
“Describe it, exactly,” Khucy said.
“Like roasted meat, with a slight hint of heat,” Vaquel said. “And a little sweet.” She sucked the last of the sauce from Khucy’s hand.
“Perfect,” Khucy said, pulling her hand away. “Now that I have calibrated what your tastes are, I can make you a perfect meal.”
The Champion turned back to her kitchen equipment. She removed half the pots and dumped their contents into a waste receptacle. The other pots she kept going, but she added fresh ingredients by the handful.
She reached into the top of her apron and pulled out a small object that hung from a necklace. It was a small rod, barely a few centimeters long. She pointed it at the food and a number floated above the object. Khucy nodded and made an adjustment to the heat dial.
“What is that?” Vaquel asked, pointing at the rod.
“That is my Championship Icon,” Khucy said. She started to cut a yellow tuber.
“Oh, what does it do?” Vaquel asked.
“It tells me the temperature of whatever I point it at,” Khucy said.
“What? That’s it?” Vaquel said. “The Icon of Architecture built and destroyed matter in seconds. The Icon of Music blasted monsters. Yours is a thermal meter?”
Khucy held up a finger. “No, it is a perfect thermal meter. It is never wrong.”
“That seems a little weak compared to the other Icons,” Vaquel said.
“Trying cooking with a musical instrument and tell me how it goes,” Khucy said.
Vaquel didn’t have an answer for that so she kept watching. Khucy moved with confidence and an efficiency of energy. She sliced, chopped, stirred and mixed with no wasted movement. A dozen pots and pans sizzled and bubbled but Khucy was never overwhelmed. She was in complete control of her kitchen.
“I am intrigued by your lack of tusks,” Khucy said. “We can only suck and lick each other’s fingers safely. Anything else and we risk hurting someone. When Wizide sang about you using your mouth directly on her body, I realized your species might be more oral than ours. Is that correct? Do you often use your mouth on your partners?”
Vaquel licked her lips. “Yes.” The smells from the pots were making Vaquel hungry, but what Khucy was talking about was awakening a different hunger.
“That is what I thought,” Khucy said. “Go over to the table. I will bring your plate.”
Vaquel walked to the center of the kitchen clearing. There was a table set low to the ground. The seat was a soft pillow directly on the grass. As the sun shone down, Vaquel took a seat on one of the pillows.
Khucy came over to the table. She had lost her apron. Food clung to her neck, nipples, stomach, thighs and the fingers on one hand. Something shiny covered her sex. The Goxx woman climbed onto the table and laid down.
“Do you approve of the plating?” Khucy asked.
“Never seen better,” Vaquel said. She dipped down to take a lick of the cream clinging to Khucy’s nipples.
“No, no,” Khucy said. “Start with my neck. That is the first course.”
Vaquel did as Khucy suggested. She was the Champion after all. She nuzzled against the large woman’s neck. A sharp smell tickled her nose. There was a green liquid clinging to her skin. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a lick.
Salt and something spicy kissed her tongue. Vaquel took another lick and then another before sealing her lips to Khucy’s neck and sucking directly.
Khucy moaned. “You like it?” she asked.
Vaquel answered by moving her mouth along Khucy’s neck. She licked and sucked the rest of the green liquid. Warm heat filled her mouth.
When the last drop was gone, Khucy raised one hand. Something yellow and shiny stuck to her digits. It was thick like a glove.
Vaquel took a lick. It tasted nutty. She carefully bit down on the side of a finger. The concoction crumbled into her mouth. It was some sort of egg, whipped and cooked into a scrambled state. There were fragments of vegetable matter in there.
It was delicious. Vaquel eagerly took another bite, nipping Khucy’s finger in the process. The champion shuddered and Vaquel mumbled an apology.
“Don’t worry, your teeth are too blunt to hurt me,” Khucy said.
Vaquel stopped being careful. She bit down hard on a finger to suck all of the delicious egg dish into her mouth. When she sucked one finger clean, she moved on to the next finger and bit down again. One by one, she worked her way through the fingers on Khucy’s hand.
“I know your species likes breasts,” Khucy said, pointing at her nipples. “Eat these now.”
Small brown grains clung to Khucy’s grey breasts. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a slow lick. The grains transferred to her tongue. They were coated in a bitter cheese. Vaquel rolled the grains in her mouth and savored them before swallowing.
“Fuck, that is good,” Vaquel said.
Khucy sighed and she visibly relaxed. “That is always good to hear. I might be the Champion of Cooking but every mouth is a challenge. I am glad you like it.”
“The meal is nice, but the plate is even better,” Vaquel said. “Let me show you.”
Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. Another seam appeared in her black spacesuit, this time over her sex. She pulled at the fabric to reveal her sex covered in pink pubic hair. Vaquel took Khucy’s hand and pressed it to her pussy.
“Oh, you are enjoying this!” Khucy said. Her fingers rubbed the moist bush and the soft lips underneath.
Vaquel groaned and went back to Khucy’s breasts. She opened her mouth wide and clamped down on Khucy’s grain-covered nipple. Her teeth bit down hard as her tongue scraped the delicious cheesy flavor.
Khucy gently rubbed Vaquel’s sex. Her thick fingers moved in slow circles. The carefully movements were in sharp contrast to Vaquel’s frantic licking.
When the nipple was completely stripped bare by Vaquel’s tongue, she moved to the other breast. She had to lean across Khucy’s plump body to do so. Her own breasts spilled out of her open spacesuit and rubbed against Khucy’s massive mounds. Vaquel bit down hard, partially out of hunger and partially out of her own desire to get that giant tit in her mouth.
“It always feels good to feed a hungry mouth,” Khucy said.
Vaquel nodded with a mouth full of tit. She ate the last of the grains and then swirled her tongue around looking for more. When she was satisfied that there was no cheesy goodness left, she came up for air.
“Ready for the main dish?” Khucy said. She tapped her belly. Strips of grilled meat were pressed to her stomach.
“Isn’t this area the key erogenous zone for your species?” Vaquel asked.
“Yes,” Khucy said huskily.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “I’ll be sure to take my time.”
Vaquel dived down and took a bite. The meat stuck hard to Khucy’s skin and Vaquel had to wiggle it free with her teeth. A barrage of spices exploded in her mouth.
Vaquel moaned. Khucy moaned louder.
She took another bite. The meat was covered in a nearly invisible sauce that was tangy and a little sweet. Vaquel pulled the meat from Khucy’s skin by chewing. Each bite pulled another piece of meat free from the alien’s stomach and into her mouth.
“Yes!” Khucy cried out. Her stomach quivered beneath Vaquel’s mouth. She gripped the edge of the table with her free hand. The other hand grinded against Vaquel’s sex, clutching tighter with each spasm.
The plan was to take her time but Vaquel couldn’t help herself. The combination of spices was more flavor than Vaquel had experienced in months. She ate with a ravenous need. Her teeth nipped and nicked the Champion’s skin as she tore the meat strips from her skin.
Vaquel ate the last bite and whimpered. It was all gone. “What’s next?” she asked.
“My thighs,” Khucy breathed.
Vaquel looked at the Champion’s legs. Some sort of leafy white vegetable was wrapped around her thighs. She started to move towards them but stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Khucy asked.
“Just want to get more comfortable,” Vaquel said. She climbed onto the table and then she climbed onto Khucy. Once on top of the plump woman, she turned around so that her sex was above Khucy’s face and Vaquel’s mouth was near the alien’s thighs.
“Much better,” Khucy said. “You have a pretty little bowl.”
Khucy pressed a finger to Vaquel’s sex and pushed in. Vaquel moaned as she was penetrated. The thick finger sunk all the way to the knuckle inside her.
“Don’t forget to eat,” Khucy said.
Vaquel dipped her head down. The leafy vegetable had a sharp smell. Flakes of cheese and bread clung to the leaves. She took a bite and it was refreshingly crisp. A tart flavor filled her mouth.
“Fucking yum,” Vaquel said.
Khucy didn’t answer. She pulled her finger out of Vaquel and put it into her mouth. The loud sound of sucking came from her lips.
Vaquel kept eating. After the meat, the leaves were a lovely change of flavors and texture. The crunch of the leaves made for loud chewing.
“I love your taste,” Khucy said as she plunged her finger back into Vaquel.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” Vaquel said as she looked at champion’s pussy. The yellow shimmer on her sex looked like icing.
“Finish your whites first,” Khucy said.
Vaquel obeyed. She ate more of the tart leaves from Khucy’s thighs. It was tempting to just pull the leaves off with her hands but Vaquel limited herself to her mouth. She enjoyed the way Khucy’s thighs trembled when her lips brushed them.
Khucy moved her finger in and out of Vaquel’s sex. Juices spilled from Vaquel’s sex into Khucy’s open mouth.
Vaquel swallowed the last of the white leaves and moved to Khucy’s sex. She took one long lick that started at Khucy’s closest pussy and ended at her second one. Sweet bitterness danced on her tongue.
“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. “It is incredible.”
“Eat as much as you want,” Khucy said.
Vaquel dived back in. This time she did use her hands. She wiggled three fingers into Khucy’s lower pussy while her mouth sucked on Khucy’s higher sex. As her fingers fucked, her tongue lapped.
Khucy’s hips bucked into the air. Vaquel’s stayed on the champion. She kept licking and thrusting as the grey woman writhed.
Lost in the moment, Vaquel lowered her pussy to Khucy’s face. The alien’s tusks pricked Vaquel’s crotch. Her pelvis popped back up into the air.
“Careful,” Khucy whispered.
Vaquel answered but her mouth was full of the champion’s pussy.
Khucy kept fingering Vaquel’s pussy. She used smooth short strokes like she was churning butter. Juices dripped from Vaquel’s soaked pussy and into Khucy’s willing tongue.
Vaquel licked Khucy’s higher pussy almost clean. She scooted down the woman’s curvy body and lapped at the lower pussy. Yellow frosting coated Vaquel’s face but she didn’t care. She reached deep inside Khucy’s sex with her tongue to get every delicious drop.
Khucy roared. Her body arched with Vaquel’s body on top of her.
A gush of hot liquid splashed into Vaquel’s face, taking Vaquel by surprise. It was Khucy’s musk, being ejected from her vaginas. In the heat of the moment, Vaquel had forgotten about the biological reaction of a climaxing Goxx woman.
Vaquel came seconds later. The hot load of liquid on her face was the final stimulus to send her over the edge. Vaquel screamed her orgasm into Khucy’s unbelievably delicious pussy.
“Grr, not now!” Khucy said. She tapped Vaquel’s ass affectionately. “Get up, please.”
Vaquel pulled her mouth from Khucy’s sticky sexes. Glowing red humanoids floated in the air around them. They looked like Goxx, except they lacked any genitalia and their heads were five times as large.
“What the fuck are these guys?” Vaquel said.
“They are the Judges,” Khucy said. “It means someone is coming who wants to challenge me for my Icon.”
“Tell them to wait, I think I have a few more licks to get,” Vaquel said.
Khucy giggled. “A champion must defend her title at all times. The Judges wouldn’t appear of there wasn’t a worthy challenger coming. I really should clean up.”
“Fine,” Vaquel said and she reluctantly climbed from Khucy’s body. The thick liquid clung stubbornly to her face. “Wait, how does someone challenge for the championship of cooking?”
“Easy,” Khucy said. She sat up and climbed off the table. “We each pick something we want to eat and the other makes it. We taste it and whomever makes a meal that the other person enjoys more wins.”
“Couldn’t you just lie about how much you like it?” Vaquel says.
Khucy snorted. She walked over to a counter and picked up a hose. Water jetted from the hose and sprayed her body. Vaquel sighed at the tiny amount of food that she missed washing away.
“The Judges know, and they decide the winner,” Khucy says. “You should stick around and watch the challenge. It won’t be as fun as our meal, but you might have fun watching it.”
“I think I will,” Vaquel said. “And who knows, by the time it is over, I might be hungry again.”