Cooked
On Cruise
Story By KavenBach August
2010
(Ambassadors of the Flesh Standalone)
There was no escaping the scent.
Though the cruise liner was in the middle of the ocean,
with no land visible in any direction and salty-smelling breezes
constant, the scent clung to every corner of the ship. The
passengers could never hide from the smell of cooking piglet.
It was not like anyone
would want to hide
from the aroma. Not really. It was mouth-watering to the grenoils
--- the bipedal frog-men

Ambassadors
of the Flesh
Chapter
6: An
Eventful Evening for Everyone
Wow.
I can't believe I'm this confused.
Arrabuk was staring at papers on his desk, but he
couldn't seem to focus on them. He realized that he had re-read the
same sentence four times and still didn't remember what it said. His
mind was, quite simply, elsewhere.
Or on someone else, rather. He straightened in his
seat and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. In the background
he could hear the usual drone of machinery

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Chapter Five: Farming Female Food



“Ah! Welcome, Councilor!”

Gelesk smiled warmly as he stepped through the doors and one of the grenoils standing there spread his arms wide. He continued to walk, his pace not changing, until he met his friend and they embraced.

“Arrabuk, good to see you,” he said. “But call me by name, you know that.”

“Ah ha, well, I wasn't too sure, with our guests and all.” Arrabuk

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Part Four: Smoked Piglet


Story by KavenBach 2009



She looks so calm, Marissa thought. So... peaceful.

She watched as Leena left the room, and she tried to identify the sensations going through her body and her mind. What was she feeling?

Sure, she thought, she was aroused. But that wasn't anything new, around here... ever since she'd arrived, the day before, she'd been totally turned on. She'd read enough of the reports, back home, to know she was

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Part three: Pell's Kitchen


Story by KavenBach September 2009




“I doubt I'll ever get used to seeing that...”

Leena shook her head, but couldn't really disagree. Her friend Chalsee was referring to an already very familiar sight just to the left of the three women as they neared the palace's kitchen area. Seated comfortably at a bench was a sated grenoil, his pink maleness half retracted, oozing, and semi-soft, his full belly giving slight

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Part two: Meating the Council


Story by KavenBach September 2009




The group arrived at the palace after a silent ride of several minutes. All during the trip from the market area through the residential areas the Amazorian diplomats were silent, every woman in the group lost in her thoughts or too embarrassed to voice them out loud.

Telzia was no different from the rest, she was sure. After witnessing the fate of those “piglets” back there

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Part one: Arriving Hot


Story by KavenBach August 2009




The ship eased its way through the channel carefully but swiftly. It was riding the incoming tide and using the supporting wind to direct itself safely between the sheer stone cliff faces to either side of it. In ages past it was said that countless vessels, unprepared for the surprising speed of the short journey, deviated from their path and destroyed their wide sails on the cliff sides, if not th