Xenofestation 1-06: Terra Veneri

By Paragonas Vaunt

Author's Note: This story is now also available as part of the omnibus collection Xenofestation Sequence 1 - Principia Germinis.

As a fixer for The Syndicate, Sara Smith is used to organising erotic gatherings for her bosses’ favoured guests. But when her latest job backfires she finds herself facing a long journey back to favour.

Meanwhile, the alien implantation programme has a new participant eager to get started, and there is no peace for Amber Codrington either as she prepares for her assignation with the Venus Tuber...

Twelve women. Sixty aliens. One purpose. Xenofestation 1-06 - Terra Veneri is the sixth episode of a series of darkly erotic sci-fi adventures of oviposition and alien implantation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paragonas Vaunt
• Release date: Jul 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005189884

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Xenofestation 1-06

~Terra Veneri~

Paragonas Vaunt

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This is a work of erotic science fiction, and a very rude one at that. Intended exclusively for an adult audience, it graphically depicts scenes of a highly sexual nature and situations of peril/horror.

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Cunt Quotient: 19

Fuck Factor: 45

Cock Contingent: 3

Cover imagery by Celia McKinley

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

Entry 1-06/A – Initiative

Entry 1-06/B – Arrivals and Departures

Entry 1-06/C – Is It Time?

Entry 1-06/D – Terra Veneri

Entry 1-06/E – Weird Shit

Entry 1-06/F – A Bed Made For Lying In

Epilogue

Coming Next…

Note From The Author…

Hatching Now…

Connect With Paragonas Vaunt…

Entry 1-06/A - Initiative

Glut Mansions, Flagstaff, Arizona, Federation of Mid-American States, Terra

The door opened.

Athena Wrent winced to hear it bang against the wall at the far end of the elevator corridor. Somebody returning to their cube, no doubt, careless of the noise they were making.

Noise control was perpetually an issue in Glut Mansions.

For example, if she placed her bed against the east wall of her hab-cube, the heating pipes kept Athena awake. It was the price she paid for living in a classic block. The pipes were fluid-filled, or supposed to be fluid-filled at least. Athena suspected the people who lived in the economy cubes on the bottom floor were tapping the system to siphon off the valuable water, and the air pockets thus created made the pipes bang noisily as they heated and cooled.

But if Athena placed her bed against the west wall, she was still kept awake by noisy banging, for her neighbour on that side – Carmine – was a free-licensed hure.

The walls separating the cubes were cheap and thin, made of compressed fibre board like classic blocks generally were. So when Carmine was entertaining a client, Athena got to hear it all, whether she wanted to or not.

It had never moved Athena to speculate precisely what transpired to cause her neighbour to make those sounds, nor indeed what she did to make her clients respond with the noises they in turn made.

Gerhard had. He’d often speculated, when they were in bed together, in a tone both salacious and somewhat wistful. But that was all it was. Speculation. Athena was never moved to make those sorts of noises herself, neither was Gerhard, and the most he could manage in that regard was to contrive to be in her bed so he could listen to the sounds from next door, and sometimes try to time his thrusts, his climax, to the neighbourly tremors thumping up through the frame of Athena’s bed.

It was all so very tedious.

So when she moved her bed to the middle of the room, and - seemingly as a result - Gerhard stopped coming round any more, it was as much a gain for Athena as a loss.

None of that sort of thing really mattered. Sex, in Athena’s opinion, and Athena’s opinion on the subject was the only one relevant, was a lot of fuss about very little. Easy enough to do, occasionally pleasant in its own way, but not really worth spending as much time and effort pursuing as everybody else seemed to think.

And certainly not in the infinite variety of individual proclivities that Carmine’s clients seemed to evidence. Athena absolutely could not see the point of that. Seven minutes or so of manual stimulation should be a perfectly adequate starting point for anyone, followed by penetrative intercourse for a further five to seven minutes, then perhaps five minutes of personal finishing off as necessary. And it usually was necessary if it had been Gerhard doing the penetrating, of course. All done inside twenty minutes, if that.

After all, there were more important things to worry about.

Property prices, for example.

Athena owned her cube, free and clear, so she was invested in the area, and in the community life of the building. And by dint of hard work, diligent effort, and a certain amount of single-minded ruthlessness, she had risen to be chair of the Residents’ Association for the entire complex. Foster Conapts, Kahn House, and – the most exclusive residence of the three – Glut Mansions. Only twelve stories, built in an age when buildings