Chad Ponkert studied the pale, golden clearness of the Chablis. Letting the aroma of the wine drift to his nostrils, he raised the glass to his lips and savoured its full fruity flavour. Satisfied, he let his eyes rise to the field of jonquils to equally drink in the form of the girl moving through the yellow blossoms.
No, he mused, girl was the wrong word. Karin was a woman! He personally had provided the physical transformation almost a month ago. The change was visibly apparent. Karin seemed to radiate life.
"Karin!" he called to his companion.
Brushing long strands of frosty blonde hair from her eyes, the woman looked up and smiled. He raised the glass of wine as a summons. Her smile widened in acknowledgment. Half running, her bare feet seemed to float among the deep yellow blooms as she made her way to the towering oak that shaded Ponkert from the warm June sun overhead. Her movements mesmerized him. She was some free-spirited meadow nymph out to capture his heart.
A light summer's breeze gathered the flowing folds of Karin's caftan, pressing the diaphanous fabric against her body. The effect was just the opposite of the veiling design of the garment. The delicate cloth enhanced the well-formed and well-proportioned curves of her body. Ponkert's eyes relished her every step and he delighted as she lowered herself to the ground beside him.
"Hungry?" she smiled, tilting her head so that her yellow hair cascaded over her shoulder like a billowing cloud of golden threads.
"I could eat a horse," Ponkert answered, knowing he was lying, but willing to allow Karin to play out her picnic game. He was anxious to be in her. But rushing what would ultimately come would only destroy the day.
"A horse?" she puzzled at his archaic expression. Then she chuckled, realizing he referred to a mammal she had once read about in a natural history class. The animal was now extinct. On a totally urban planet like Earth, there was no room for animals that didn't provide enough food to justify their existence.
"Don't make fun of me, wench!" Ponkert chided as he landed a sharp, stinging swat to her temptingly protruding bottom.
"Ouch! Stop it, you brute!" she laughed, obviously enjoying his playful punishment. "Stop being silly, Chad. You're only twenty-four. Remember, I've seen your personal-film. Horses haven't been around for at least a century. You couldn't have seen one!"
"Correct--and wrong," he mused, leaning back against the tree, sipping at the Chablis. "I'm twenty-four and you may have been peeking at my bio-films, but you seem to have forgotten I've been a Voyager since I was eighteen. And I've seen at least thirty different planets. Some of which still have horses!"
Karin ignored his remark and spread a white disposacloth picnic mat at his feet. She knew he was a Voyager. She realized his life was that of a rocket-jockey, searching the galaxies for new inhabitable planets. And she was more than aware of the long flights to other star systems taken by star sailors such as Ponkert. She knew all this, but didn't like to be reminded of it.
As Karin bent over the picnic basket to unpack their food, Ponkert's eyes delved below the loose hanging neckline of her dress to the tight-pressed valley between her breasts. His groin tightened at the sight of the half-veiled, cream-coloured globes.
"Well, Mister Horse Eater," Karin said as she placed the final touches on the food arrangement, "do you think this repast will suffice?"
He quietly surveyed the meal--cold chicken, potato salad, baked beans and apple pie. Simple, but real. No synthetics. The monetary advantages of being a Voyager were evident. This once plain snack would have cost the average Earth worker a month's wages. Supply and demand, a hard reality in an over-populated world. Thus the majority of Earth's peoples lived and died never tasting real meat, or fruit, or vegetables. Flavoured bulk, spiked with vitamins and protein were their staple diet.
But for Ponkert, the exorbitant cost of food, real food, was nothing. Time-Shift Universal had paid him a cool million for five voyages; the accrued interest had purchased the land they were on now. Space had changed him; Earth's crowded cities were more than he could take anymore. This small plot of undeveloped land was his shelter from a strange world he didn't understand. This strangeness almost made him eager for tomorrow's flight. Almost!
Now there was Karin.
"Eat up, star gazer," Karin ordered, holding a plate of food to him. "And enjoy it! I know what all this cost!"
He smiled, taking the offering. His eyes once more settled on her breasts. The no-bra look was the fashion trend when he left Earth for the first time. Now, once again, bras were most definitely fashionable. The reversal pleased him. Bras were sexy. And even more so as they were removed.
Suddenly he was overwhelmed by his appetite and followed Karin's orders, although he paid little attention to the taste. He was fully occupied in filling his mind with his companion.
She had chosen her attire well for the occasion. The tent-like caftan was perfect. It completely covered and hid her body from the knees up. The only hints of the comely figure beneath were the long shapely sweep of her calves and the twin peaks that pushed out from her chest, straining against the fabric.
The dress stirred the imagination, setting the mind afire with fantasies of what lay beneath, which was the only purpose for clothing, since man now controlled his weather. But the dress suited Ponkert's taste. He liked his women fully clothed in the best-styled fashions. Or naked! The in-betweens, the half-nude styles, seemed at the most, cheap.
When his eyes grew tired of probing the folds of Karin's clothes for some hint of the figure they hid, he traced and retraced the goddess-like features of her face. Naturally red lips and blushed cheeks. Her beauty was enhanced by emerald green eyes, not blue.
"Chad," she said softly, "I ... "
"Don't say it," he interrupted. "Not now at least!"
Her eyes lowered. "All right, but I can show it!"
Without another word, Karin moved to his side. Her hands reached out and caressed his cheeks. Momentarily, she gazed into his dark eyes. Then she moved forward and her lips possessed his, gently and lovingly, the kiss transformed to urgency.
Ponkert's arms encircled the trim waist and pulled the lithe body to him as he sank back to the lush carpet of grass. His testicles tightened familiarly and life stirred in his groin as Karin's breasts crushed into his chest. Their tongues and lips worked in unison. His hand searched over the back of the caftan, releasing the adhesive strips that held it together. Beneath the cloth, his fingertips met soft, warm, smooth skin.
Karin moaned at his exploring touch, pulling away from his lips. Her eyes flickered open and flashed with delight. "You work fast, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!"
"Don't call me Chadwick!" he ordered in mock anger, his hand once more delivering a hearty swat to her firm buttocks.
She squealed once and her lips covered his again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, teasing and drawing his tongue into the warm shelter of her mouth. Ponkert obliged, probing and toying with her twisting oral digit.
Suddenly, her teeth clamped down lightly and she sucked. He groaned in protest under the oral pain-pleasure and jerked his tongue free from her grasp. A slight salty taste was left in her mouth. Ponkert's mouth and teeth now worked their way from her ear lobe down the gentle arch of her creamy neck. His bands drifted along her spine, over the base of her satiny back, slipping under the elastic band of her panties. His fingers roughly dug into the demi-globes of flesh, kneading them. She squirmed with the manipulation, grinding her crotch into the hardening length at his groin.
"Oooohh!" she moaned. "My god, I love your hands on me!"
"Not as much as I do," he whispered, giving up her neck to speak.
"Don't be fresh, young man, or you'll get a bust in the mouth," Karin replied, smiling coyly down at her partner.
"There's nothing I would like more," he grinned up. "Right one or left?"
"Neither, greedy," she chuckled, pushing herself up and away from his arms, "unless I get this dress off!"
Smiling, he watched as she rose. Standing before him, her eyes flashed and her arms gracefully arched to her shoulders, slipping the sheath over them. The dress drifted down around her ankles like a cloud. She revelled in the desire that ignited in Ponkert's eyes as they raced over her body.
Although he had viewed her on numerous occasions during the past month, she was most definitely a she-takes-your-breath-away vision. She seemed to be a living portrait that had stepped from a painting by the Twentieth Century master, Jeff Jones. The type of woman that caused a man to ache by just looking at her. Her swollen breasts spilled over the thin cloth of her bra, which she wore more for containing than supporting. Her arms twisted behind her back unclasping the delicate garment, tossing it to the ground. The twin mountains of flesh sprang to freedom, jiggled slightly, then jutted proud and firm.
Her hands now glided down the curving slope of her sides. Her fingers hooked under her bikini panties and slid them over the tempting flue of her hips and down her long lithe legs until she stepped from them and the dress around her ankles. The triangle of fleece at the junction of her thighs was the same frosty blonde as the clouds of hair that fell around her shoulders.
"Have I ever told you, you're beautiful?" he asked rhetorically.
Her smile grew. "Several times. But don't stop, I like it!"
Suddenly she pouted, "There's something unfair about this arrangement!"
"What?" he asked, unable to remove his eyes from the naked beauty.
"You sure make it difficult for a girl," she continued in mock-disgust. "You're lying there gawking with your clothes on!"
He glanced down at his jumpsuit, grinning sheepishly. In the excitement of watching her expertly strip, he had simply forgotten. Three zippers, two on his boots and one on his jumpsuit, rectified the situation. He never bothered with underclothes.
She watched the hasty disrobing with an interest that matched his a few moments ago. While he wasn't the most handsome man in the world, every inch of his six-foot-three body rippled with the well-toned muscles of a swimmer.
However, her eyes centered on the thick shaft that throbbed at her, rising at a forty-five degree angle from the dark, curly forest covering his groin. Her pink tongue flicked lightly over her lips leaving a moist glistening trail. A dampness welled between her legs.
"How's that, woman?" he questioned, his white teeth flashing in a wide grin.
She strutted before the man, her bulbous breasts bobbing in a tantalizing dance of swaying motion. She stopped so that the hard buds that precariously topped the fleshy mounds brushed the hairs of his chest.
"I think I like you much better in the flesh," she said.
His arms reached out and encircled the woman, crushing her full length to him, while his lips covered hers. His tongue greedily probed the sweet warmth of her mouth. There was no resistance; she seemed to push herself ever harder against his body, as if tying to climb up on him. Her stomach swayed against his, rolling and teasing the swollen cock that swelled between them. Both gasped for breath, when they finally parted.
"I think you were mentioning something about a bust in the mouth a moment ago," Ponkert said, his hands running up her satin-touch skin until they cupped and raised the firm cones. "They used to say, more than a mouthful is wasted. But somehow, I think they were wrong!"
She started to laugh, but his mouth covering the tip of her breast put an end to the reaction. She only threw her head back and moaned as his tongue lashed out, taunting the rose-coloured nubbin that jutted hard and proud from her tit.
His lips and teeth joined his tongue at teasing, while his hands kneaded the globe.
Arching back slightly and entangling her fingers in his hair, she shoved the gigantic mound into his mouth as if attempting to force the ponderous mass down his throat. Then pulling one of her hands free, she reached down and grasped the pulsing rod that stabbed eagerly at her belly. Squeezing, she jerked up and down along its rigid length.
Following suit, his hand roughly covered her vulva. His index finger found the damp crease of her pussy and plunged into the hot, wet channel of her vagina. In and out, the digit worked, moving across the agitated surface of her clitoris with each exciting stroke.
The two-fold stimulation was more than the girl could endure. Moaning under the dual manipulations, her knees turned to liquid. Together, like a slow motion scene, they sank to the grassy bed that cushioned their bodies.
He released his hold on the now-aching breast and once more covered her full luscious lips with his own, as he rode atop her writhing body. Beneath him, her long, shapely legs opened, spreading for his entry. Her hand, still maintaining its grasp on his cock, glided the turgid organ to the moist lips of her mound.
As the blood-filled head of his penis nuzzled the golden down between her thighs, he threw his hips forward, thrusting the swollen shaft into the hot, lubricated shelter of her vagina.
The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of pleasure from the girl's throat. The tight young muscles of her cunt contracted into a squeezing sheath surrounding his throbbing manliness. Her hips jerked upward, burying the hard pole deeper in her velvet-lined tunnel.
"God!" she groaned. "You feel so big! And so long!"
Rising on his arms, he hung over the blonde-haired woman so that they were joined only at their hips. Then he vigorously pumped himself into her fiery, liquid core in long hard strokes. Over and over, he threw himself into the girl, as the sense of urgency that had dominated him throughout the day drove him on at a desperate pace.
She didn't mind. She groaned and moaned under the battering attack. Anchoring her hands on his back, she pulled, bringing his full weight crushing atop her. She writhed and twisted with pleasure under the fleshy impact. Her hips leapt up to meet his every plunge. The rigid shaft of flesh forced its way deeper and deeper into the quick of her soul.
Groping, his hands slid under her excited ass. He dug his fingers into the tension hard buttocks, jerking her pelvis to him, increasing his angle of entry. His cock pounded deeper into the welcoming cunt.
They soared in a delirium of erotic fever, both striving to reach new heights of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching and grunting, they drove for the full measure of pleasure each offered, until an imploding universe of lust consumed her in wave upon wave of soul-blasting passion.
Simultaneously, fire raced from his testicles through his pulsing organ and erupted in a boiling, molten explosion of fiery come. The burning liquid blasted out of the pinprick hole in the end of his cock, splattering, coating and filling her belly with sperm and semen. Gallon upon gallon of the creamy come jetted into the girl's belly, until it welled from around the base of his shaft and trickled from the lips of her cunt.
Their lust expended, they collapsed, drained and fulfilled. Their breaths came deep and satisfied. A light summer's breeze stirred, sweeping their bodies in relaxing coolness.
For moments, Ponkert lay soaking in Karin's warmth and softness. As his strength returned and his penis deflated to a limp hose, he rolled from atop her onto his back. Opening his arms, he accepted the head that nestled into the hollow of his shoulder. His arms and hands caressed her tenderly.
"I'll wait for you," she whispered. "I'll ... "
Suddenly his world blurred and Karin quivered, then vanished. The warm security of Earth melted and was replaced by an empty blackness and burning acid seared through his veins.
Somewhere in the darkness, a voice called to him, "Ponkert, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!"
The voice was that of a woman. It wouldn't let him be.
Chapter 2
"Chadwick Ponkert! This isn't the time for deadasses!" the feminine voice continued. "Up and at 'em!"
Ponkert sighed as the consuming fire in his veins dulled to a pleasing warmth. His mind fought to ease back into the restfulness of DEEP-sleep and ignore the drugs that worked to wake him.
"Come on, Ponkert!" the woman's voice nagged. "Stop wasting time! Time-Shift Universal is paying you good money for this job! Now let's hop to it!"
The loud hiss of in-rushing air temporarily drowned the strident voice of the demanding harpy. Exploding crimson sun bursts raced across his closed eyelids, and reality smashed into his brain like a wet sandbag!
"Hurry, Ponkert!" the voice of the ship's computer commanded again.
"Shut up, bitch!" Ponkert snapped in return, his eyes blinking open to focus on the flickering lights of the control panel.
"Who are you calling a bitch, Chadwick Ponkert the Third?" the feminine voice of the computer retorted, with a touch of indignation.
"You! You hunk of tin with a motorized mouth!" Ponkert snarled as he groggily stepped out of the DEEP-sleep pod into the control room. His magnetic boots stopped him from drifting in free-fall.
"Why, you ungrateful blob of animated flesh and bone!" The computer wouldn't keep silent. "How can ... "
"I said shut up!" Ponkert shouted as he stumbled to his control couch. "Another word and I'll take a screwdriver to you!"
"Hummphf!" the monitor grunted metallically, then hummed without another word.
"Good!" Ponkert sighed, settling into the form-fitting contours of the couch. Man triumphant over machine once again! "Now bring me a brandy, then wake Jan. And if you want your ration of oil today, you'll have two more brandies here before she arrives!"
"Yes, master," the machine acknowledged somewhat sarcastically, then hummed peacefully again.
Ponkert relaxed in the deep-cushioned chair, wondering what had possessed him to give the ship's computer a female voice. He made a mental note to have it changed, along with a notation to erase any mention of Time-Shift Universal in the computer's memory banks. He had given them their five trips. Now he was an independent.
"Your drink, master," the computer said as a tube slipped into Ponkert's hand from a slot in the arm of his couch.
He sipped the amber liquid and found it to his liking. The distilled wine took the edges off his rude awakening and helped fade the memories of his dream. Karin happened a long time back. She didn't wait. The memories were no longer painful, just unpleasant. He would have to be more careful in programming his dreams for DEEP-sleep. No more frosty blondes!
The brandy settled in his stomach, spreading its heat through his body. He glanced around the control room, feeling a rush of pride stir gooseflesh within his chest. This was his ship, no longer Time-Shift Universal's. He was an independent, no longer an employee. He smiled. He felt like the captain of the IGV (Intergalactic Vessel) Werewolf.
His eyes surveyed the cabin again. His pride swelled higher. Every cent he had made during his time with Time-Shift had gone into the purchase of the Werewolf and the equipment it contained. It was worth it! Raising the half-emptied tube, he toasted, "To my pride and joy! To the Werewolf!"
As his lips nursed the last drops of brandy from the tube, a very feminine and very, very sexy voice cooed from behind him, "I'd like to join in that toast. I need a drink--desperately!"
Smiling, Ponkert twisted his head. His breath was taken away anew by the sight that greeted his eyes. Unashamed of her plentiful and desirable attributes, Jan lounged in the hatch, one flaring hip jutted out in a come-hither pose. Her every voluptuous curve strained against the plastic jumpsuit that covered her from her small perfect feet to the base of her long, graceful white neck. The jumpsuit itself was made of alternating three-inch squares of wet-look white and perfectly transparent plastic. Although the white squares deviously hid the vital targets sought by Ponkert's probing eyes, the transparent panels broadly hinted at what lay beneath.
Ponkert's penis did a cartwheel within his own jumpsuit.
"Your wish is my command," he said, sailing a tube of amber liquid through the weightless atmosphere of the cabin into the woman's waiting hands. "How do you feel?"
Gulping down a hasty swallow, Jan replied, "Hot and Bothered. Those electronic wet-dreams of yours are enough to drive a sweet, innocent young girl up the walls!"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he returned. "If you prefer, I'll see that your pod receives a private screening of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm next time around. Now put that sweet, young bottom of yours in your couch. We've got to arrange a nice soft planetfall."
"Yes sir, chief!" she answered somewhat mockingly as she lowered herself into her own contour couch. "But you forgot the 'innocent' when describing my rear."
"You forgot innocence a long time back, so why should I remember?" Ponkert chided.
"Screw you!" Jan replied. The comment came more as a suggestion than a curse.
"Later, woman!" Ponkert chuckled.
As they busied themselves with landing preparations, Jan grinned, "I'll store that away for future reference, Chad!"
Without further ado, man and woman, pilot and co-pilot, fed data hand over fist into the Werewolf's monitor. For over an hour, figures and facts went in and twice as many figures and facts were blurted out. The process completed, the two sank back into their respective control couches.
"We're lucky, Chad," Jan sighed, "to find an Earth-type this soon."
Ponkert nodded. "Howsabout another drink to celebrate?"
He chuckled to himself. He and his female-type co-pilot shared one thing in common: an old-fashioned belief in the free enterprise system and an unshakable faith in the power of money. If they hadn't they would have never stepped foot on the deck of a rocket in an attempt to discover and exploit an Earth-type planet. Their basic plan was the establishment of a recreation centre, wild and free, away from the hands of the numerous governments throughout the galaxy. When overpopulation cursed most planets, there was a premium on 'space to get away from it all.' They planned to cash in on this need.
"Make mine a Margarita." Jan suggested. "It'll fit my sexy mood."
The computer responded immediately, slipping a pale lime-coloured tube into his hand.
"Woman, if you make another comment like that, I'll begin to think you're propositioning your captain," he said, floating the drink container in her direction.
Their eyes met and held each other.
Jan let the tube wobble by her and bounce off the bulkhead behind her. Her eyes were alive with impish light and a wide smile spread across her lips, "We've got two hours until atmosphere entry," her eyes flashed at him wickedly, "... master!" she added with emphasis.
The "master" coursed through Ponkert's groin like an electrical shock. He had chosen Jan as his co-pilot because they made a good exploratory team. Three flights for Time-Shift had proven that. The same flights had also proven they were good together.
"Master," Jan repeated to be sure Ponkert realized which game she was in the mood to play.
Ponkert understood!
"Strip, slave!" he ordered firmly, falling into the role she sought from him.
Jan complied, peeling off the checkerboard plastic jumpsuit that clung to her full lush body like a second skin. Completely naked within a few seconds, she tantalizingly pivoted to allow Ponkert a view of her attributes from every angle.
Jan could never be called beautiful. She was cute. From the shining strands of black hair that topped her head to her small, child-like feet, she radiated a glow of innocence that cried out to be taken and protected. This very aura of innocence made the dominance she needed and wanted all that more enticing to Ponkert.
"The gravity!" he commanded. "You know you aren't worth a damn in free-fall!"
Flashing him a smile of delight, the girl trotted as best she could to a large red button on the control panel. His eyes followed the titillating bounce of her 38-25-36 frame. Actually, his eyes focussed on the slow-motion juggle of her double-barrelled 38s.
His eyes were mesmerized by the dark nipples and their shades lighter aureoles. The tempting little mushrooms and their accompanying haloes traced invisible arcs in the air with her every movement.
Her long fingers stretched out and depressed the button. Suddenly, Ponkert felt every ounce of his full two hundred and ten pounds settle on his six-foot-three frame. Jan's dancing breasts also came under the effect of the artificial gravity. They sagged ever so slightly, giving a hint of things to come as she aged. But that was the future; now they were pleasingly perfect to his eyes.
She turned and her eyes once more met his. Her tongue pinkly flicked behind her sensually parted lips. Her breasts heaved in eager anticipation.
"Now!" he ordered. "My clothes!"
Scurrying like the slave she sought to be, Jan came to his side, her hips wagging exaggeratedly. Slavering, her fingers found the solitary zipper to his jumpsuit. She inched the metal down its path, across his chest to his waist. With equal ease, her bands freed the zippers on his boots and slipped them from his feet. He rose and the provocatively naked woman assisted him as he removed his jumpsuit.
Momentarily staring with pleasure at the dark-haired beauty, he commanded, "On your knees and worship my cock!"
Obeying, she sank to the floor without protest and looked up helplessly at the hulking, manly figure that towered above her. Her body tingled, watching his muscular thighs bulge as he stepped forward, nearly straddling her head.
The fleshy tube of his sex dangled at half-mast, a mere fraction of an inch from her face. A slightly musty smell touched her flared nostrils. She quivered with uncontrollable excitement. The odour was male! It aroused her rather than repulsed.
"Lock your hands behind you!" he demanded of the woman kneeling before him. "I only want to feel those beautiful cock-loving lips on my prick!"
The girl's coal black eyes rolled up, met his in acknowledgment, then drifted back to his penis. Slowly her tongue curled out and lightly touched the lethargic hose. He moaned. The organ stirred and she watched the two kidney-shaped testicles tighten in their wrinkling sac.
Still using no more than the tip of her pink, wet tongue, she teasingly stroked the full length of his manliness, delighting as the half-aroused penis extended itself into a rigid shaft of pulsing cock Her tongue reached out again. She shivered loving the warm, smooth texture of his sex. The gentle caress caused the hard pole to bob before her fascinated eyes. Her tongue languorously slicked over her lips in her own mounting anticipation.
Tilting her head slightly, she moved beneath his spread legs and gently kissed the tightly drawn sac. The man above her groaned. Her lips glided upward to the base of his jutting shaft. Once more, she kissed very, very gently.
Unable to remain passive, his bands cradled around her head. His fingers entwined in the shining black strands of her hair, and he guided her luscious lips up to his manliness until they brushed against his swelling, pulsating glans.
Watching from above, he revelled in the sight of the woman kneeling before him in slavish servility. The visual image of the slavering girl added to his excitement. He delighted in watching her oral ministrations, her pink tongue swirling over the tender surface of his cock's head.
Once more, her eyes rolled up to him. As he watched, her lips formed a tightly puckered "O", inviting the now constantly throbbing shaft to enter. Accepting the summons, he eased his hips forward and thrilled as the thick red head of his prick disappeared into the girl's eager mouth.
Her tongue attacked the invader with increased energy. Lashing and swirling, the active oral digit whipped over the swollen arrowhead. Each moist dance of her expert tongue agitated swells of erotic pleasure throughout his loins.
In unison, her lips inched forward and his hips eased toward her mouth. The jet streams of her breath raced from her nostrils and trickled through the dark, curly forest at the base of his penis as she took the full length of his sex into the warm shelter of her mouth.
He slowly rocked his hips back, watching his cock withdraw, glistening redly from her lips. Her cheeks hollowed as the hard cylinder of male meat departed. Then, with almost vicious power, he slammed forward, assaulting the fortress of her face with his hot, aching battering ram of flesh.
Eagerly the kneeling woman accepted the invasion of round, slick cock that filled her mouth and threatened to crack her jaws. Her tongue twisted and played along its length. She relished its feel, its taste and moaned as it began to withdraw.
But he had no thoughts of removing himself from the warm, wet oral sheath that surrounded him. Instead, he began pumping in and out of her face. Her teeth clamped lightly down on the moving piston, igniting the electricity of pain-pleasure along the rigid length.
Under the beautiful pressure of lips and teeth, no more than a few moments passed before the volcanic explosion of sperm and semen gushed from the end of his cock into the girl's waiting mouth. Blast after blast of lava-hot come jetted forth as her throat bobbed and twitched in an effort to swallow every drop of the opalescent fluid.
Her lips and tongue also redoubled their efforts, begging for more. She sucked, siphoning every trace of the come from the small channel down the interior of his penis. Her eyes blazed. She enjoyed her task and was intent on eating him like he had never been eaten before.
Unable to stand a moment more of the agonizing pain-pleasure, he pulled her mouth from his still erect pole. The saliva-wet prick throbbed proudly before her face. A single pearly drop rolled from the tiny slit in the centre of the gorged glans. Her pink tongue flicked out, captured the juice of his groin, savoured the taste of the drop; then she swallowed.
"My god, woman!" he groaned, his knees shaking visibly. "I can't believe those cock-hungry, predatory lips of yours!"
She laughed and started to envelop the shaft in her mouth once again, but he stepped back shakily.
"No more! I'm only a man!" he roared in pleasure, sitting down on the edge of the control couch.
He studied her, trying to regain his strength and quiet the quivering that possessed his muscles. Her dark eyes flared with devilish delight, knowing she had satisfied the man who sat before her.
"Have I ever told you how good you are?" he said to the smiling girl.
"Never!" she pouted.
"Well, remind me sometime, when I have a free afternoon, to explain all the pleasure you give me," he said. "But right now, get up off your ass and come here!"
Immediately, she obeyed and stood before her captain-master.
"Now spread your legs," he commanded. "And no matter what I do, you are not to move. Do you understand?"
She nodded and spread her legs wide.
His hands reached out and touched the silken textured thighs, but instead of moving to her black fleece-covered mound, he glided around to the sleek, rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His mouth moved to her vulva.
She moaned.
Simultaneously, his taunting tongue found the moist crease of her outer lips and his fingers delved between the hot demi-globes of her ass.
She moaned again and successfully fought the urge to grab his head and shove it into her hungry cunt. Despite the tremblings that quaked through her willing body, she stood still as he had ordered.
Running his tongue along the lubricated fold of her labia, he found the swollen bud of her clitoris. Gently, his tongue licked around the erotic pleasure centre, caressing and rolling the nubbin with his lips. The toying wrenched cries of pleasure from Jan's throat.
Meanwhile, his fingers had discovered the taut, puckered mouth of her anus. Tickling and teasing, he relaxed the hot little fissure enough to allow his index finger to wriggle into the tight entrance. The sensuous invasion kindled increased cries from the motionless woman.
Lapping and licking, his tongue avidly worked down from her clit, until it teased the scalloped inner lips of her vagina. These parted with ease to admit his oral probings. He twisted and stabbed his tongue into the velvet-lined channel he found, tasting and enjoying the thick, slightly salty juice he found there.
His finger rapidly plunged in and out of her tight ass hole.
The dual stimulation was more than the woman's will could be expected to endure. Forgetting her master's orders, her pelvis swayed and gyrated in rhythm with his tongue and finger. Her own hands rose to the twin globes of her breasts, fondling and caressing the creamy mounds.
Realizing what was happening, he abruptly withdrew both his mouth and finger. He glared in mock-anger at the woman, kneading her own breasts.
"Shameless, bitch!" he snapped. "Down on your knees again!"
Whimpering, the dark-haired beauty obeyed. Roughly, he threw her on her back, so that her legs doubled under her. Her cunt, wet and parted, lay open to him. He smiled wickedly down at her; then mounted the luscious bed of willing flesh.
"Fuck me!" she groaned under his weight. "I want to feel your cock deep inside me!"
He obliged! His saliva and the girl's own lubricant allowed him to torpedo unassisted into the hot channel of her cunt. She grunted with bestial pleasure as the hard, thick, solid rod of manliness rammed upward into her yielding belly.
"Hard!" she panted. "Fuck me hard and fast!"
But this time, he ignored her wishes. Instead, his strokes were slow and deliberate. Gently, he slid his full rigid length into the hot, wet mouth between her thighs. Excruciatingly slowly, he withdrew until only the thick head of his cock throbbed between the quivering lips of her pussy.
Over and over, he repeated the torturing motions, as he thrilled to the velvet touch of the cuntal sheath surrounding his cock.
Beneath his crushing weight, she writhed and groaned. The full but teasing strokes of his huge shaft gave her but a taste of the ecstasy she desired. In desperation, her fingers clawed their way across his back.
"You bastard!" she whimpered. "God, it's such sweet torture!"
His hands slid between their tightly pressed bodies, encircling her tits. His fingers dug harshly into the swells of her breasts and squeezed hard. His lips brushed over her ear, "Beg, slave! Beg!"
Beg she did. "Please! I'll do anything! Just fuck me! Please fuck me!"
And he did! In the brutal, deep-grinding strokes she desired, he threw his hips into the girl's opened crotch.
The savage plunging ripped between her thighs like a pounding piston of pleasure. She welcomed the swollen cylinder of manly flesh, arching her pelvis upward to greet its every lunge in an effort to bury it deeper and deeper within her.
Soon the swelling waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. Faster and faster they washed across her open nerve endings, until she exploded in a magnificent orgasmic release.
To his surprise, he found himself emptying another fiery load of come into the contracting well of her demanding belly. Each geyser burned with the sweet ecstasy of erotic pleasure.
Together they rocked and groaned and grunted until the desperation of their release subsided and the relaxation of fulfilment spread through their bodies. As his strength returned, Ponkert eased his detumescent penis from Jan's exhausted vagina and rolled to the control deck beside her.
Slowly their breathing returned to a normal flow. Ponkert raised himself to one elbow and smiled down at his sexy co-pilot, "I think I could use another drink. This slave overseeing tends to make a master dry."
"I'll have that Margarita I started with a lifetime ago," Jan answered.
The ship's computer responded to their wishes, producing two containers, one lime-coloured, the other an amber mixture of bourbon and water, from the arm of Ponkert's control couch.
As he reached up to retrieve the two tubes, the whole room was flooded with violently flashing red light and the screaming of the ship's emergency warning system.
Chapter 3
"Status report!" Ponkert yelled to the monitor over the blare of the siren, as he and Jan scrambled into their jumpsuits. They were professionals, trained to react to emergencies and overcome them. Their pleasure of seconds ago was forgotten in the urgency of the ship's situation.
"Malfunction of the fusion reactor," the monitor responded. Its calm recorded voice seemed out of place in light of the pending disaster. "The magneto hydrodynamic field has collapsed. Eight minutes until destruction. Instruction?"
"Jesus God!" Ponkert muttered to himself, then shouted to the computer. "Emergency ejection of return pods. Program landing radius one mile of the first pod's touchdown. Begin immediate ejection of the matter transmitter, then the remaining pods. Jettison Jan and me as soon as we're sealed into the escape pods!"
The mighty hulk of the Intergalactic Vessel Werewolf shook with one-right-after-another shocks as the pods and their valuable cargoes shot away from the dying ship into the vacuum of space, toward an unknown planet.
"Now, let's get the hell out of here!" Ponkert ordered the woman beside him.
Without hesitation, the two ran down the ship's corridor. The impending explosion rumbled beneath their feet, threatening their balance. Once in the escape area, Ponkert swung open the hatch to Jan's pod. His hand lovingly swatted her ass as she stepped in.
"Good luck," he said, trying to smile.
Worried furrows played across her forehead as she stared at him, wanting to reach out and pull him close for security. But she suppressed the urge. Even a quick parting kiss would take time. And time was the one thing neither had.
"Good luck, Chad," she whispered as Ponkert closed the hatch, locking it with a metallic clanking. Ponkert watched the ejection tube close like a hungry mouth around Jan's capsule, then felt the shock of its release.
"Now for me, you mechanical wench!" he shouted to the computer.
"Yes, master," the monitor answered as he climbed into his own pod. "And good luck to you, Chadwick Ponkert the Third."
He refused to give his normal response of: "Don't call me Chadwick!" It was no time for one-upmanship. The computer would win this time. Its one and only time. Its one and last time.
He listened as the hatch automatically sealed him into the pod. Outside, there was a loud rush of escaping air; then he was slammed into the padding of his couch as the pod was flung from the ship. He closed his eyes and waited.
Within a few seconds, he felt the dreaded shock-impact as the Werewolf cataclysmically exploded. Like a young nova, it flared with the intense actinic glare of tortured atoms being shattered; then rapidly faded to nothing. As if it had never existed, the Werewolf vanished, leaving an empty void that once had held a powerful starship.
As his pod recovered from the shock waves, the first tenuous filaments of the planet's outer ionosphere enveloped the capsule. Severe negative gee-loading grabbed him like a mailed fist intent on crushing the life from his body as the retro rockets fired. Gradually the pressure lessened as the escape vessel arced onto a gentle descent pattern. As the weighted load eased from his chest, Ponkert summoned enough strength to raise himself and peruse the small control panel.
The radar beacons from the other pods gave sharp blips on his screen. All were on course, except for Jan's, which veered toward the northern part of the continent they raced to. He watched its path until it landed safely. He breathed easy. Jan was capable of taking care of herself until he found her. Now, if the matter transmitter came through its landing intact, the Werewolf's last flight wouldn't be in vain.
If not, they were stranded, forever, on a strange planet. The transmitter was a complex piece of machinery, with the simple task of breaking matter, living or otherwise, down to atoms, then sending those atoms across the reaches of space in a few seconds. Upon reaching their destination, the atoms would be rearranged in a receiver and everything would be as good as new.
The transmitters made exploring the universe an everyday occurrence for the average man. The only hang-up was that a transmitter had to be taken to a planet first. Thus Ponkert, and other like him, were needed to man the long rocket voyages to the stars. Their job was to establish transmitter bases on Earth-type planets, usually for Time-Shift Universal, a near governmental corporation that controlled the matter transmitter system.
Ponkert had challenged Time-Shift with the Werewolf's flight. He wondered if a few corporate bugs had been slipped into the ship's fusion reactor to eliminate competition. An organization like Time-Shift can't afford competition. If Ponkert's venture was successful others would go independent. Each independent planet was that much money out of Time-Shift's wallet.
He wished there was some way to check his theory, but if the Werewolf's destruction had been sabotage, Time-Shift had wiped out all traces of their activities with the explosion.
Ponkert returned his attention to the control panel and began manoeuvring the pod toward a landing. Without incurring the least bit of difficulty, he executed a slightly rough landing, unsnapped the confining straps that held him to the couch, and pressed the hatch release.
As the metal hatch rose, Ponkert scuttled from the pod into a world as beautiful as the Earth.
The escape capsule had settled down in the middle of an expansive glade which filled a valley between two gently sloping rises. He swung out of the hatch and dropped to the lush green carpet of thickly matted grass below.
His lungs rejoiced as they sucked in the fresh clean air--something long forgotten on Earth with her teeming billions. His eyes surveyed his surroundings. The same thick grass covered the rolling hills like the fur of a sleek animal. In the distance, a row of trees, similar in appearance to Earth pines, towered up to meet a deep blue sky. Near the gigantic hunks of the trees a stream gurgled, spilling its clear, fresh water into a small pond.
Pulling his gaze closer in to his immediate surroundings, he momentarily studied the hundreds of red, white and blue blossoms that dotted the valley. Their beauty was striking and similar to the carnations that once grew in abundance on Earth. Now the only flowers on his mother planet were artificial. He almost expected to find some whimsical artist bending over the blossoms, delivering the flowers' color with a paintbrush.
Ponkert's reverie was interrupted suddenly by a Scream--a high-pitched scream of a woman--in mortal fear. Ponkert pivoted, his eyes darting to locate the source of distress. Again the scream came, this time with great urgency. Two shadowed figures struggled in a grove of what appeared to be age-old oaks near the base of one of the hills. Without a thought of what he was interfering with, Ponkert began to run toward the trees.
As he reached the edge of the grove, he stopped abruptly, his mouth ajar from the unbelievable sight that met his eyes. A woman, gorgeous by any standards, was fighting, or trying to, a man who was decked out like an escapee from King Arthur's Round Table--complete with a heavy black sword and battle axe that dangled from his side. His cloak matched the color of his weapons, black of course! A golden dragon emblem writhed on his chest.
The woman, mostly unclothed, was a classical damsel in distress, straight out of the history books. Her blonde hair flew in a tangled fury as she struggled to escape the knight aberrant's clutches.
But to Ponkert, she had little hope of eluding such a powerfully built man. Twisting, the woman saw him. Her Brazilian topaz green eyes pleaded her cause far more eloquently than a thousand words.
Wishing he had the appropriate words to shout, Ponkert leaped at the two, without saying a word. He reached the locked pair and tore them apart with a strong shove that sent the knight staggering back and the scantily-clad beauty floundering to her ass on the ground. He glanced at her, making sure she was uninjured, then turned to her attacker. The sight that met his eyes made him wish he had thought twice before he jumped into the fray like some gallant fool.
The knight had drawn his broadsword. Its wicked looking black blade was levelled at Ponkert's chest. The knight's eyes were blazing with a rage that reflected his full intent of skewering the Earthman like a helpless rabbit.
"Hold on!" shouted Ponkert. "What type of knight do you call yourself? Killing me will be a shallow victory if I'm unarmed!"
He didn't hold much faith in the possibility of chivalry being strictly adhered to by a knight caught in the process of raping a beautiful blonde, but at the moment he had everything to lose and absolutely nothing to gain by facing an adversary armed with a sword.
Whatever gods ruled the planet must have been smiling that day, because the knight hesitated and spat.
"Thy desires are met, knave!" the black-clad man granted in a voice that showed disapproval, but agreed with Ponkert.
Suddenly he tossed Ponkert his sword and drew his battle axe. Without further words, he attacked.
The sword was heavy, far heavier than Ponkert imagined. It felt terribly awkward in his hands.
Ponkert had only seen a broadsword in the museums on Earth--never held one. But necessity spurred him on. Necessity and the downward slash of his opponent's blade that was intended to cleave him in two and put a quick end to the confrontation
Heaving the heavy sword upward, he parried the knight's axe in time to spare himself a halved-ass ending to his life.
The impact of the clashing steel was bone jarring. Ponkert stumbled back, his blade dipping to the ground, as he attempted to recover from the shattering vibrations. The two confused moves, whether they were intentional or not, saved him from his opponent's second swing, aimed at his legs. However, the blow was enough to wrench the sword from his hands. The knight grinned wickedly as he wound up for another over-the-head swing.
Realizing he would never have the time to retrieve his own blade and no manner of quick talking was going to save him now, Ponkert took the only avenue opened to him--he did some quick back-pedalling, only to be stopped by the trunk of one of the towering oaks. Assured of victory, the knight stepped forward and brought the glinting blue-black blade downward in an arc directed at the centre of Ponkert's skull.
For the second time since his landing on this planet, luck prevailed for the Earthman. The knight's axe abruptly stopped in mid-air with a loud thud. Ponkert glanced up to see the keenly honed steel blade lodged securely in an overhanging limb.
He sprang for his fallen sword while the black-clad knight struggled to dislodge his own weapon from the gripping wood. Without a thought of the chivalry he had hoped for, and gotten a few moments before, Ponkert clenched the pommel of his sword and swung it baseball-bat-style with all his might. The gleaming black blade sang toward the knight's side. Sword fighting is like street-fighting, Ponkert had decided, rules are only for fools.
Despite the power of his blow, a chain mail coat beneath the knight's robes deflected the deadly bite of the sword. The impact, however, sent the man rolling to the ground howling in pain, probably caused by a few cracked ribs.
Regaining his feet and clutching his side, the knight glared at the Earthman, "I yield, interloper" he hissed. "But soon I will return. Have the scullery maid till then! Enjoy your cuntry delights--for they will be your last!"
Still holding his aching side, the knight stumbled off into the woods, disappearing in the dark shadows. Ponkert turned his attention to the woman he had rescued and the knight had called a "scullery maid."
"Thank you, Sir Knight," the girl smiled up from her position on the ground, "for saving me from the whims of that pig who calls himself lord of this country."
If this gorgeous piece of womanflesh was a "scullery maid," Ponkert couldn't wait to meet some of the women of royal blood on this planet. The girl's long golden hair, hung around her shoulders, pleasingly disarrayed by her bout with her attacker. The thin muslin frock, torn in several places during the fray, did nothing to hide her high, firm breasts from Ponkert's searching eyes. Two nipples pushed against the cloth like small buttons. Apparently the French, or this planet's equivalent, had not yet invented the brassiere.
The muslin also did little to hide the girl's slim waist and slightly angular hips that strained against the fabric. A long rip up the front of the frock revealed the softness of her white thighs--thighs that beckoned to Ponkert, her saviour.
"My pleasure, uh--milady, my pleasure," Ponkert answered, attempting to reply in some manner equal to this planet's period of development.
"Oh, certainly, my lord! Certainly!" she exclaimed with glee.
Quickly she slithered out of her thin covering and reclined to her back on the grassy forest floor. Her knees bent slightly and her legs drifted apart giving him a clear view of her golden fleece-covered sex.
"Milord?" she questioned. "I am ready to give you your pleasure. Why do you hesitate?"
Smiling in amazement, Ponkert quickly understood what he had unknowingly asked for, and what he was knowingly being offered. He also knew that different planets had different mores, and he was a civilized man, not wishing to offend any of the local customs.
"Pardon him, Theodotus," he mumbled a quote from Shaw's Caesar and Cleopatra, thinking of the black knight who had scurried off into the woods, "he is a barbarian and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature."
"Come, my lord," she beckoned, holding her long lithe arms outstretched to him.
"Soon enough, you delightful wench," he answered settling down into those inviting arms. There would be no denying this willing girl her due today.
She chuckled as her arms cradled around him. They kissed, mouth straining to meet mouth. His tongue lightly danced over her lips, detecting an intriguing taste of honey. Her tongue eagerly waited for his.
As they continued their oral duelling, his hands began to rove over the exquisite curves of her body. His fingertips traced down the line of her smoothly muscled arm, slowly drifting to the slope of her white shoulder. Teasing there momentarily, enough to excite small waves of gooseflesh over her body, his hand glided along her side brushing against a perfectly formed breast. He felt a quiver of joy rush through the girl at the taunting contact.
Realizing the sensual capacity of the girl's tits, his hand wiggled between their bodies, covering the fleshy mountain it discovered. He squeezed lightly, then increased the pressure. The girl pulled her mouth away from his and groaned. Taking advantage of her arched neck, he lowered his mouth to the white skin opened to him. His tongue, flicking and teasing, toyed along her neck, then taunted a small delicate ear. A definitely aroused whimper came from the blonde-haired beauty.
Adjusting her position slightly, to allow his hand additional room to fondle her passion-ignited breast, the girl slid a leg between his, sandwiching her thigh so that it pressed against the bulge that was growing in the crotch of his jumpsuit. Gently, her leg nuzzled and pushed at the thickening length.
Still retaining its healthy hold on her tit, his hand rolled the globe and his thumb and forefinger tweaked at the tantalizing nipple until it stood atop the crest of her breast like a hard pebble of flesh. His actions were rewarded with the quickened breathing of his willing companion.
In return, her long fingered hands began searching the broad expanse of his chest, roaming unexplored territory until they found the zipper on his jumpsuit. A quick downward trip and the zipper was freed. Pausing momentarily, Ponkert rolled from the girl and slipped from his clothing, then returned to her waiting arms. Revelling in the new freedom, her hands returned to his chest, imitating his caresses of her breasts.
His hand however, moved across the velvet-like plain of her firm, tautly muscled belly and covered the golden forest of silky strands hiding her pussy. Teasing a finger along the quivering pink lips of her cunt, he elicited a series of piteous whimpers from her throat. The cries grew in pleasure as his fingertip touched the extended tip of her clitoris. Her hips jerked forward demanding more attention to the sensuous button. He obliged, lightly rolling the pleasure centre as he tickled another finger into her vagina. She was wet in her excitement, a rainforest of excitement.
Her excitement was his. His cock, thick and straining in its erection, jerked and throbbed at his groin. He could feel the wetness of preseminal fluids washing over the gorged bead of his prick. Suddenly, he noticed her eyes had drifted to his crotch and were locked in on his massive dick.
"Milord!" she purred in a desirous murmur, her fingertips reaching down to tenderly brush the extended length of his rigid manhood. "You are a man! Such a mighty man! Never have I seen such a huge ... Ohhhhhh!"
Her words were cut short as his finger began to move in and out of her cunt in a motion that announced things to come. His other finger swirled around her clit, bathing it in her own lubricants.
To add to the stimulation, he lowered his lips to an up thrusting nipple. His tongue, teeth and lips worked simultaneously, whipping the girl to a frenzy. She shoved her chest toward his face, burying him in very womanly flesh.
"Milord, please," she begged, her words interspersed between moans of wanton desire. "Please! Please let me feel that stallion's shaft of yours!"
Her hand tightly grasped his cock squeezing and jerking along its pulsing length. Her body was afire with a consuming passion and demanded his cock buried deep within her belly.
Guided by her urging hand on his buttocks, he slipped atop her, then raised himself to the height of his arms, hovering above the girl, delighting in her ecstasy-bathed face. Her hand maneuvered the thick column of meat she clutched to the quivering lips between her thighs. She moaned as the turgid glans pulsed along the slit of her vulva.
"Now, milord!" she panted. "Give it to me now! All in one quick thrust!"
Almost directed by her words, his hips jerked forward. The arrowhead of his cock homed through the outer lips of her labia, easily splaying the scalloped pink folds of her inner lips and drilling into the hot recesses of her humid vagina.
Now it was his turn to groan. His prick was caught in a vise of velvet-covered steel. For an instant he thought he'd crammed his cock into her ass. So tight was he packed into the woman, he would have thought it was impossible, a dream-fantasy of some schoolboy, if he wasn't experiencing it now.
He didn't move, afraid he might split this most willing girl. But she did! Her legs locked around him and her pelvis bunched up, driving his rock-hard shaft deeper into her molten core. He groaned again. She eased back, then threw her hips forward once again in an attempt to engulf his straining manhood even further.
His hips began to rotate, almost of their own volition. In strong, deep-deep-grinding motions his pestle of flesh churned within the clinging confines of her cunt. He looked down at the girl, who smiled back at him, then began to rotate her own hips in the opposite direction to his.
Shifting his position slightly, he eased the throbbing length of his sex from the more-than-virgin-tight cuntal channel. A long moan came in answer to his movement. Without hesitation, he heaved forward, driving his cock straight up into her belly. She groaned with wild desire as the blood-filled head of his sexual javelin sought to spear into her womb. She twisted and writhed, tightening and relaxing the strong muscles that lined the walls of her vagina.
Again and again he withdrew and thrust, until her body was completely at his command; until she followed his movements with perfect timing; until she seemed to know which attack he would take next and then accommodate it.
He had never had such a partner before. It was as if she knew what he was going to do before he did. While she was obliviously soaring in a world of carnal pleasure, she seemed to devote every ounce of her strength to providing him every iota of sensual delight her body contained. He had never believed such a woman existed, only dreamt of such a wanton creature.
Over and over they hunched together, with her fucking him as much as he fucked her. Together they whipped each other to the heights of sensuality, wracking each other with rapture so that only incoherent groans escaped their lips.
In a sudden movement, which she met with uncanny timing, his hands slid beneath her ass. His fingers dug into the yielding demi-globes. He jerked up. She coordinated her action to his upthrust. Together they buried his cock securely into the hot tight channel of her cunt.
He felt the taut walls of the fleshy sheath constrict with unimaginable strength, clamping down on his sliding rod, refusing to let it leave.
Her breath was coming in short, excited gasps. She was on the verge of a consuming orgasm, and he felt the volcanic blaze spreading from his loins throughout his already tense body. She twisted slightly, changing the angle of entry for his pulsing shaft. He slid deeper.
Her small twitch was all she needed. Writhing and twisting like a wild woman, she came. Her groans were loud and echoed the complete fulfilment that flooded every cell of her body.
Her fiery vagina began to contract and relax around every inch of his lust-laden cock. The pressure increased in his testicles. It was unbelievable. Her own orgasmic reactions were milking him toward release. Holding back the demanding flood for as long as his will power and muscle control could, he soaked in the liquid heat of her imploding body.
Then the trembling walls of control tumbled and he came. Prodigiously. His back arched and he strained forward seeking to cram his prodding rod even deeper into her so very tight cunt.
The burning rush of semen and sperm that boiled up from his balls surprised him. But come he did--in blast jets of thick lava-hot cream, that splattered the contracting walls of her vagina, coating them with his seed.
Unable to maintain the strength in his arms under the draining release, he collapsed atop the woman beneath him. She groaned with pleasure, locking her arms around his back and holding him as he rocked in violent climax.
Exhausted and fulfilled, they rolled to their sides, still joined in their intimate union, enjoying the feel of each other. Neither spoke. Instead their hands tenderly caressed and their lips lightly brushed thank-you's.
He regained a bit of his strength after such arduous lovemaking and his penis had deflated to a limp sleeping snake. The whole experience he had just undergone hit him in a delayed shock reaction. Hell, he didn't even know the name of this beautiful woman lying in his arms.
"Excuse me, uh ... " he broke the silence.
"Terri, my lord," she added for him. "My name's Terri."
"Terri?" he puzzled. "I once knew a girl named Terri in my homelands, but that was many, many years ago."
"Was she pretty, milord?" she coyly questioned.
"Quit fishing for compliments, wench," Ponkert scolded. "She was very pretty. But you are beautiful." Whereupon he showed the truth of his statement with a long, lingering kiss.
"But as I started off, a moment ago--I'm new to your lands and was wondering if you'd mind answering a few of the questions puzzling me?" he said as their lips parted.
"I would only be too glad to be of service, milord," she replied. "What is it you wish to know?"
"First off, what do you call this land?" Ponkert questioned.
Terri stared at him. "Why, milord, I call it home."
"Home? Does it not have another name?" he pressed, somewhat perplexed by her answer.
"Another name? Not that I know of" she replied.
"Okay," he said, realizing he was stalemated on that point. "What can you tell of the man I found trying to rape you?"
Now her face twisted slightly in puzzlement, "Why, milord, that was Sir Yngvi. He lives in a castle of iron a few kilometers from here."
"So Yngvi is the bastard's name," Ponkert mused. "I suppose you are some princess the black knight was carrying off to his castle to lock away in a tower?"
"Oh, no, milord!" Terri quickly corrected. "I am a scullery maid and I work in Sir Yngvi's castle. I was simply walking in the woods when Yngvi came upon me. He was just fooling around. I probably would've submitted had it been anyone else. But I'd rather be had by an epileptic pig than Sir Yngvi!"
Ponkert laughed at the girl's disgust with her employer. "Yes, I'll admit he did look a bit like the results of a Mongolian grudge fuck!"
"Listen!" Terri quieted him, placing her fingers to his lips.
He did, but beard nothing. "What's the matter?"
"Horses, milord! Listen!" she replied.
Once again he followed her instruction and heard the dull, hollow sound of numerous hooves striking the ground.
"Quickly, milord," Terri urged. "Yngvi returns with all his cohorts!"
Before Ponkert could reply, the girl had scrambled to her feet, grabbed up her thin dress from the ground and darted into the dense forest. Ponkert turned toward the direction of the hooves. A hasty glance at a band of heavily armed and armored knights riding over one of the hills and Ponkert decided to follow his new found lover. Better to run today and live to fight tomorrow, if need be.
Catching up with the still nude Terri, he caught her by the waist with one arm and hastened her deeper into the woods. Once the shadows were thick enough to cloak them in darkness, he pulled the girl behind a broad trunk of one of the ancient oaks. Together they peered back to the clearing, where the black-clad Yngvi and six men in his crew had dismounted. All had broad-swords strapped to their waists and carried bucklers. In addition, one of the burly looking soldiers carried a huge double-bladed battle axe. Ponkert suddenly realized he had left his sword at the site of Terri's and his love making.
"Knave!" Yngvi yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. "Let me have the girl, or I'll chop you to mincemeat and feed the pieces to the crows!"
Ponkert's stomach did one, or two, or four sickening flip-flops. He stared at the awesome array of weaponry, helplessly wondering how he could possibly fight all of them for Terri? There was no way he could take them all on and hope to win. He suddenly yearned for his laser rifle securely berthed in his escape pod.
"What will they do to you if they catch you?" he asked the girl beside him. "Kill you?"
She shook her head. "No, nothing that final! They will all probably take their pleasure with me, then leave me tied spread-eagled beside the road so that all passing wayfarers can take their pleasure also ... "
She paused and looked at him. "They will kill you though, if they find you."
Ponkert shivered involuntarily. The prospect of ending his life as mincemeat for a flock of crows was far from pleasant.
"Where does this forest lead?" he asked.
"To Yngvi's castle," she answered.
He shivered again.
"I'd better go out and let them have me," Terri said. "When they are gone, you can come and we'll leave together."
"No," Ponkert ordered. The thought of seeing the girl gangbanged wasn't his cup of tea either. It was obvious his adversaries were not connoisseurs of genteel erotic arts. "Just give me a few moments to think!"
As he turned back for another look at his opponents, the girl whispered, "I'm sorry, milord. You are goodly hung, but this I must do to save you from yourself!"
Ponkert never saw the rock the naked girl brought down on the back of his head. He only felt the crashing blow, then slumped to the green carpet beneath his feet, unconscious.
Chapter 4
A nest of hornets had invaded the darkness filling Ponkert's head. The buzzing accented his splitting headache and the pounding jack-hammer that unmercifully blasted through his mind. He very much wanted to be dead! But the wish seemed to be of little worth as his senses moved him through the angry hum of his universe toward the distant light of consciousness.
His eyes flickered open reluctantly and focussed on the canopy of oak limbs that blotted out the sky above--and he remembered Terri.
In reaction, he jerked up to a sitting position, only serving to arouse anew the hive of hornets that dominated his aching bead. Staring down at his own nakedness, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. His fingers were greeted by the stickiness of oozing blood. It took a few moments for his still fuzzy vision to find a red-smeared rock near his left leg. Even in his half-dazed condition, it didn't take long to piece two and two together and realize that his scullery maid companion had had her way and given herself to Yngvi.
Yngvi!!!
The almost encounter with the black knight and his motley crew rushed back into his mind like an avalanche! Ponkert's eyes darted around the forest. There was no evidence of Yngvi or his companions. Cautiously, the Earthman rose to his feet and padded to the security of a massive oak trunk. While neither his eyes nor ears could discern any signs of the knight, Ponkert didn't trust his pain-clouded senses, and he had no wish of announcing his naked presence to the world.
Pausing momentarily to push away the dizziness that threatened to drown him in unconsciousness once again, he clung to the gnarled trunk and listened. Only the slight rustle of wind moving through the leaves met his ears. Regaining his balance, he began to move toward the edge of the forest where he and Terri had first seen Yngvi and his troop ride up. Cat-like he slipped from the cover of one thick trunk to another, until a faint moaning sound drew his attention.
A quick investigation and Ponkert had located the girl he sought. Terri was bound spread-eagled between two trees. Both her wrists and ankles were tightly held by strips of taut rawhide. She, too, was naked and it was obvious Yngvi and his playmates had taken their pleasure before leaving. Her head bung forward, her champagne-coloured hair matted across her firm, proud breasts. Likewise the golden fleece covering her cunt was plastered over her vulva with dried sexual juices. Silvery paths of sperm tracks ran down the soft white interior of her thighs.
Within moments, Ponkert had worked through the leather bonds with his teeth and fingernails and had carried the semi-conscious girl to a mossy bed on the bank of a nearby stream. The remnants of Terri's frock and the cool, clear water formed a soothing compress which he applied to her forehead.
The girl stirred as he bathed her face. Her legs opened slightly and she murmured as if lost in a dream, "No ... Please ... Not again. Please ... Please ... NO ... Oh, please ... Please ... Yes ... Yess ... "
Then she was awake, her eyes flashing wide open and recognizing Ponkert crouched beside her.
"Milord, what happened? I remember Yngvi and his thugs making sport with me--and then everything went black," she said, rolling to her side as if trying to hide her abused sex from his eyes. "That must have been after the third or fourth time I came ... "
She quickly bit her tongue and stared up at Ponkert with deep green eyes of innocence, fully realizing she had revealed the pleasure she had found in the mass rape. Ponkert smiled down at the nude beauty, relieved she was none the worse for the encounter. Gently he bent down and lightly kissed her lips.
"We had better get moving," he urged softly. "I need to find my landing craft and arm myself in case your employer and his nasty friends should decide to return."
Terri's long-fingered hands ran over his broad, bare shoulders then down his arms. "Milord's arms are just fine! Why do you want more? Will it make you more, a man?"
Ponkert scooted back, blocking an attempt by the girl to move her fingers to his loins. He mentally grinned, knowing that despite her recent multiple rapes, Terri's sexual hunger had not been sated. While he had to admit her offering was hard to resist, the thought that the black knight might return put a damper on any romp in the hay at this moment.
"Never mind that, wench! Let's make tracks!" he scowled, letting a sharp swat of his hand on her pert ass cheeks form the exclamation point to his command.
Terri whimpered, more disappointed than hurt, and sat up. Ponkert glanced around, then spoke, "Where are the rest of your clothes? Hell, where are mine?"
"Sir Yngvi, the louse, took them," the blonde scullery maid answered. "All except for this pitiful rag."
She handed Ponkert the wet compress he had used. The Earthman accepted it with shrugging shoulders.
"Not much to work with, is it?" he smiled weakly. "But then, we can't go running around bare-ass naked, now can we?"
"Why not, Milord Ponkert?" Terri insisted.
"I'd get tired of fighting off all the young studs that would be wanting to ravish you," Ponkert sighed, letting his eyes trace the delectably desirable curves of Terri's well-developed body.
The girl's green eyes rolled to his. "Milord is too kind."
"Stop fishing for compliments," he ordered. "We need some sort of clothing. And you may drop the 'milord' stuff. Just call me Chad!"
"Chad," she seemed to whisper, obviously enjoying the sound of the name, then reached up and took back the still wet rag Ponkert held in his hand.
Five minutes later, she had slithered into a crudely fashioned g-string that did little to hide the inviting bulge of her sex. After convincing Ponkert it wasn't unusual for women to go about bare-breasted in her country, she used the remaining fabric to construct an equally revealing loin cloth for him. Quickly the Earthman slipped into the garment, ignoring the wetness that clung to his balls.
Pulling the jiggling-titted girl to her feet, Ponkert made his way to the glade where his escape pod had touched down. A hasty check showed it would never leave the ground again. The main venturi had ruptured and the internal power supply had shorted out, fusing most of the intricate solid state circuitry.
From the cockpit of the small craft, he retrieved a laser pistol and a signal beacon. The hard plastic and polyurethane foam used for the interior could add nothing to their skimpy clothing. Slamming the airlock shut, he fiddled with the compact signal beacon. A small green dot appeared at the extreme edge of the screen, pinpointing the location of Jan's misguided landing. The signal was several hundred kilometers to the north. Ponkert had a long, arduous journey ahead of him before he would again see his lovely copilot.
"Milor--Chad, if I might suggest, we can go to my father's inn. I want nothing more to do with Yngvi or his scullery."
Since there were no better offers, Ponkert replied, "Yes. Yngvi is a louse. Lead on, fair lady!"
Terri's green eyes sparkled and she started off toward a small rise to the north. Her coral-tipped jugs bounced freely to and fro. Ponkert willingly followed. No matter what Terri's family was like, at the moment he had no better place to go.
The trek to the inn, about ten kilometers as best the Earthman could estimate, was uneventful. The caravansary, as Terri explained, was located on a main trade route between two small kingdoms. Luckily, none of the numerous caravans Terri described were en route this evening. Despite his laser, Ponkert felt more than a little naked in this new world.
As they approached the two-story wooden inn, a series of rather high-pitched screams, definitely coming from a woman, followed by several large crashes met their ears. Grabbing Ponkert's hand, Terri trotted forward to the commotion coming from the interior of the building.
Throwing the door open, it took Ponkert but a fraction of a second to take in the scene inside. A fight was in progress. An aproned man, obviously Terri's father, was vigorously fending off the blades of three scurrilous-looking men with an iron fireplace poker.
"Highwaymen!" Terri gasped at his side.
As Ponkert stepped into the room, the innkeeper raised the poker and squarely bashed it into the head of one of his opponents. The attacker crumpled to the floor with a loud howl, then remained still, blood pooling around his head. However, one of the remaining two robbers lunged forward, jarring the innkeeper's weapon from his hand. The helpless man just managed to duck and evade the two blades that sought his throat. Steel thudded into the rough log wall of the inn as the innkeeper scurried away.
As the two highwaymen yanked their blades free, Ponkert rushed forward and grabbed one of the mens' wrists. Retaining a tight hold on the brawny arm, he twisted to his left and tugged downward. The simple application of a little leverage sent the assailant sprawling on his back on the wooden floor of the inn.
Without hesitating, Ponkert followed through his attack, dropping to one knee beside the downed man. Using his fisted hand like a hammer, he delivered a sharp atemi-waza blow to his opponent's exposed throat. A gurgling noise came from the man's mouth, followed by blood that trickled from his lips and nostrils. With his windpipe crushed, the robber would be of no further menace.
Ponkert cast a quick glance over his shoulder. The other swordsman stood behind him, his blade swinging in a high arc above his head--a blow, if ended, that would split Ponkert's head like some hollow gourd.
Almost in reflex action, the half-naked Earthman dived to the side as the blue-steel sword descended. The metal sang in a high-pitched whine as it fell through empty air that had once held its intended victim. So close was his escape from the deadly bite, that Ponkert felt the hair being shaved from his biceps.
Rolling on his shoulders in one smooth ukemi movement, Ponkert came upright and stood face-to-face with his would-be assassin. The highwayman had recovered from his empty blow and advanced. He held the wicked blade in a two-hand grasp before him. A self-assured smile of victory twisted his lips evilly.
With a loud cry, the bandit swung the razor-sharp sword over his head again and charged. As the honed length of death arced downward, Ponkert launched forward and caught one of the man's massive wrists in a perfect seoi-nage, the Earthman twisted into his assailant, throwing him over his shoulder.
To complete his attack, Ponkert, still grasping the fallen man's arm, twisted in a violent application of kansetu-waza. The joint-rending action was all that was needed to break the swordsman's arm at the elbow.
His chest heaving, the loin-clothed Earthman stepped back and viewed the results of many hours of judo and karate training. The fight had lasted less than a minute, though Ponkert, living it in the slow motion timelessness of a trained fighter, felt as if the encounter had lasted for hours.
Suddenly Terri was all over him. Her arms were tightly wound around his neck and her lips kissed wetly over his face between flourishes of praises of his strength and courage. Through the golden forest of her tresses, Ponkert watched his last opponent limp from the inn, clutching his mangled arm.
"Get away from him, you oversexed wench!" a loud voice belonging to the girl's father boomed. "I might have known my ugly daughter would come home with a common street brawler!"
The aproned innkeeper was beside them, his arms wrenching them apart--an action which Ponkert felt showed a definite lack of gratitude on the man's part. After all, he had just been saved from being skewered on the wrong end of a sword--or maybe two swords.
But before the Earthman could protest, Terri was bubbling forth a story of how Ponkert had met and defeated Sir Yngvi and fourteen of his men, chased them back to the black knight's iron castle and threatened their castration if they ventured from behind the walls again. As she went on, Ponkert was amazed to learn he was a king from some far off province on a sacred quest. He also learned his clothing was lost in a single-handed attack of the equivalent of a fire-breathing dragon.
Ponkert watched the man's face soften from a hard visage, then absolutely glow with pleasure when Terri mentioned something to the effect that the Earthman was a king from a distant land.
A wide grin splitting his face, the innkeeper slapped Ponkert on his bare back, "Milord, 'tis a pleasure for my humble house to be visited by royalty. I am called Vern Hogar and I would be greatly honored if you would deign to accept my simple hospitality. 'Tis not often I can claim that a king slept within my inn."
"I'm afraid Terri exaggerated a bit ... " Ponkert began, then paused as the glow on Hogar's face started to fade. Realizing a few more words could return him to the status of a "common street brawler" he continued, "... I didn't lose my clothes fighting a dragon. But they were so scorched, I was embarrassed to be seen in them with such a beautiful lady as your daughter. So I discarded them!"
Somehow the story just didn't seem to fit right with him, but Hogar was delighted, which was all that mattered.
"By all the gods of Ulfbom, you must rule a woman-poor kingdom to think Terri the least bit attractive," Hogar laughed, once more applying a friendly, but stinging slap to Ponkert's back. "But a king is a king and I'll not dispute your word. But you must see my other daughter, Letti."
The innkeeper called out. Immediately a second girl hastened into the room from the kitchen, where she had apparently hidden during the fight. Ponkert was hard-pressed to believe the sight that met his eyes. This gorgeous creature was a carbon copy of the girl still clinging around his neck! The same flowing blonde hair, the deep, emerald green eyes that danced with light, and the same fabulous body. His balls did some nice-feeling flip-flops. An old twentieth century advertising slogan flashed through his mind, "Double your pleasure, double your fun!"
From the corner of his eye, Ponkert noticed Terri's mouth turn up slightly with disapproval at the gaze he had given her sister. But a quick light kiss remedied the frown.
"... and you must realize that Terri will bed anything that wears pants because she is so poorly endowed. At first I took you to be another one of the riffraff she brings home. But a king, even of a small province--that's a different story!"
Hogar still babbled on, "If it would not offend you, sir, I have a fine set of clothing which I took in payment for a room from a nobleman down on his luck. I also have an old, but sturdy mankil left by the same nobleman which should prove to be a fine mount for your sacred quest, whatever it be. It's the least I can do to repay you for saving my hide, not to mention my gold, from the highwaymen."
Ponkert didn't protest as the innkeeper maneuvered him away from Terri and up a small flight of stairs to a room.
"Make this your home while you are here," Hogar said. "The nobleman's clothes are bundled in the corner."
As the man left, Ponkert entered and found his new attire spread across a chair. He chuckled to himself as he donned the rather gaudy black and white checkered trousers that fit him like tights. The loose blouse-like shirt, complete with puffed sleeves, was red. To top off the strange costume, there was a bright yellow cape, which he swirled to his shoulders with a flare that would have put Errol Flynn to shame.
Feeling somewhat like a clown, but thoroughly enjoying the medieval garb, Ponkert slid his feet into black knee boots, then strode back down to the main room of the inn like a strutting rooster.
The praises that came from Terri and Letti and their father seemed to be a little too much, but Ponkert didn't mind. Nor did his ego suffer as they led him to a wooden table and proceeded to array a feast of delectable meats and tasty vegetables before him. Although he couldn't identify one of them, the meat was fantastic; so was the service provided by the twin sisters. Ponkert suppressed the urge to order one of the girls to peel him a grape.
After the sisters cleared the remains of the meal away, Hogar placed a large earthen jar on the table, then seated himself opposite the Earthman. The wine, a transparent orange and quite tasty, flowed as the sisters returned with four mugs. Ponkert listened to the innkeeper's bawdy stories and laughed in the appropriate places. He also managed to learn the planet's name from the man--Keller. The mankil, which the innkeeper had given him as part of his reward, turned out to be Keller's equivalent of a horse, only with six legs. After awhile, Hogar grew silent and Ponkert, in turn, told tales of his own. Every word of them were lies, but then no one seemed to mind. Ponkert silently thanked Edgar Rice Burroughs, Robert E. Howard and Caer Ged for their tales of derring-do, from which he drew heavily.
As the log in the fireplace had turned to embers and due to the considerable amount of wine under his belt, the Earthman was finally allowed to be excused. Taking his arm, the still half-nude Terri helped him up the stairs and into his room. Somewhere below he heard the door to the inn open and another visitor enter, but he paid little attention to it.
Instead his complete attention was given to the woman who had begun undressing him. Terri's fingertips traced all sorts of soft, warm patterns over his body as an extra touch, while she stripped the gaudy costume from him.
As she neatly folded his clothes over a chair, Ponkert pulled back the covers on the massive four-posted bed that filled most of his small room and slipped in. Smiling at her self-made king, Terri's fingers tucked beneath her rag briefs. Watching his eyes following her movements, she wiggled her full, jutting hips slightly and slithered from the g-string. For a few moments she posed for his admiring eyes, allowing him a total view of her obvious attributes.
Then in a tit bouncing little leap she was on the bed with him, her arms around his neck. Accepting the invitation, he pulled the willing girl to him. Her mountainous mammaries flattened against his naked chest as their lips met.
Easing his tongue into her mouth, he explored the dark, sweet harbor with an intensity that grew and grew. He felt her teeth gently nibble at his probe. Teasingly, he withdrew, then thrust back playfully, duelling with her moist pink tongue. Urgently, his arms tightened around her, locking them together as their tongues twirled and twined and danced madly over each other.
When he broke for a deep breath, he allowed his teeth to nip tauntingly at her lips. She moaned and quivered, shoving her body even closer to his nakedness. Sliding a leg out from under the covers, he maneuvered it between her thighs. The wetness of her excitement welled from her cunt moistening his knee. Gently, he rubbed his leg into the wanton mound.
However, the reaction he obtained was exactly the opposite of the one he sought. Moaning, the girl disentangled his arms and rose above him.
"I'm sorry, milord Chad," she pouted. "It seems that Sir Yngvi and his crew did more harm than I realized. I am more than a little tender."
Understanding, the Earthman gently brushed his hand against the girl's cheek and smiled.
But Terri had started something and was not to be put off. "Chad, you will not be denied a woman. Wait but a moment!"
Before he could reply, the delightful bundle of woman had bounded from his bed and darted out the door. Within seconds, he heard the padding of four bare feet outside. In the next moment, they were inside the room.
The second pair of feet belonged to Terri's lovely sister, Letti, who wore but a thin cotton nightgown. Letti's eyes sparkled as they met the sight of the half-covered, naked man reclining on the bed.
"I had planned cuntry matters this night," Terri began, "but since I am unable to perform, my sister will!"
Ponkert's cock stirred beneath the bed sheets at the proposal that had just been offered. Letti didn't seem to mind either.
In one swift motion, the girl reached down and grabbed the bottom of her gown, then pulled up. She didn't stop until the fabric came off above her head and fell to the wooden floor behind her. Ponkert's prick went as rigid as a flagpole at the double image of beauty that stood at the foot of his bed. Letti was an exact image of her sister. The same billowy breasts jutted out from her chest, already heaving with arousement. Her legs were just as shapely and supple as Terri's, and equally, they forced his eyes to focus on the full-fleeced love mound that waited between her spread legs.
Hard-pressed to find any difference in the two girls, Ponkert finally found the distinguishing characteristic--Terri had a large dark mole in the smooth creamy valley between her tits.
"You have found my ugliness, milord," the girl said, noticing the direction of his gaze. "I hope you do not find it too offensive."
Suddenly realizing the meaning of Hogar's remarks about Terri's ugliness, Ponkert began to laugh, "Terri, my beautiful scullery maid, you still are unrivalled in my eyes!"
Then he added for Letti, "Although I must admit your sister is the closest thing I've found to you."
Apparently pleased by his words, both girls trotted across the room in a bouncing, bobbing movement of four tantalizing tits that mesmerized him. Without hesitating, they slid into the bed, one on each side, sandwiching him between two equally warm and exciting bundles of woman-flesh. Their mouths were all over his, each seeking to possess his lips.
Still laughing, he cried out, "Enough. I am but a normal man with the capability of satisfying but one woman at a time!"
Both girls withdrew a little, very little. Their ponderous tits still mashed and flattened against his sides, and their hands still explored over the muscular rises of his chest, playing in the thick forest of hair that grew there. Occasionally, their fingers would find one of his small pebble-like nipples and tweak it teasingly.
"It does present a problem," Terri puzzled for a moment, "but Letti is ready and willing and able ... "
Smiling, he reached up and kissed the girl, then whispered a lewd suggestion in her ear. Terri grinned and answered, "Only too willingly will I wait, milord Chad."
Ponkert kissed her once more, then turned his attention to the waiting sister beside him. Letti's eyes blazed with emerald fire as she realized she would be first.
Allowing his hands to encompass the fleshy mountains of her breasts, his lips lightly brushed the softness of her neck. She moaned deep in her throat as his tongue flicked lightly at her tender skin.
As he had done moments ago with Terri, his leg moved between the girl's thighs and rubbed eagerly at the patch that brushed over her vulva. The girl stiffened with excitement and her moans deepened to healthy groans. Her hips ground into him, rolling his hard and aroused cock. As her hands grasped at his cock, he felt a third hand dip between his legs and cool, long fingers gently play with the rocks of lust securely held in their sac.
Moving downward along her neck his lips and tongue found the summery valley between her breasts. He kissed gently allowing his warm breath to sensitize the waiting flesh.
The girl wiggled a hand between their bodies and found his bludgeoning shaft. Her fingers wrapped around its thick length and squeezed. It was his turn to moan.
Reluctantly, he removed one of his hands from the twin mounds he held. Spiralling upward to the peach-blushed crest, his adventurous tongue began climbing the warm breast igniting waves of sensual heat within the girl. Licking and twirling, he attained the summit and engulfed the hard nipple. She gasped under the attack, thrusting her chest up and filling his mouth with the aroused nipple and the delectable flesh under it.
He sucked hard as his tongue raced around the erect, throbbing button of flesh. Her moaning increased and he could feel the hastened pace of her racing heart. His tongue flicked over and over the excited nubbin like a small oral whip. The girl's hips ground harder into his leg and her hand clamped around his cock like a vise.
When he finally released the sensation-flooded breast and moved his mouth to its twin, the entire length of his thigh was moist with the juices of love that streamed within the blonde beauty's pussy.
Twisting slightly, he was upon the delightful bed of pleasure that wantonly awaited him. Releasing his holds on the girl's bountiful bosoms, he pushed himself upward and stared down into the lust-misted green eyes below him.
Expertly, she guided the bead of his throbbing cock to the open mouth of her cunt. But instead of positioning it for a thrust deep within her belly, the girl brushed it over the small extended length of her clitoris. Like two blades of flesh, one a small dagger and the other a broadsword, she duelled his cock against her rigid little clit. Engaging, disengaging and parrying she moved the sensitive glans against her, whipping herself to higher levels of sexual desire. He gasped as the massive arrowhead of his manliness brushed and stroked the tiny nubbin of pleasure.
Then her legs were wrapped around his and his shaft positioned for entry. Abruptly in an almost violent action, he thrust forward plunging past the thick lips of her outer labia and the tender folds of her inner lips into the deep recesses of her belly. As with her sister, the girl's desire-laden cunt seemed to grasp him like a third hand. She was tight, unbelievably tight. He twitched and slithered deeper into the velvety warmth of her channel of pleasure.
As he pulled from the clinging mouth of her belly, he felt Terri's hands playing lightly over the rock-hard cheeks of his ass, as if in a reminder of his whispered promise. A probing finger found the tight ring of his anus and pushed its way into his ass hole. He groaned under the unexpected intrusion and slammed his full length back into the girl beneath him, who groaned deep and satisfied in return.
As he withdrew again, Terri's finger once more drilled into the tightness of his bowels, igniting needles of hot pleasure along every nerve of his body. He was fucking one hell of a willing girl, and at the same time, an equally willing girl was finger fucking his ass. The sensation was something more than marvellous.
Trying to return his attention to his primary goal of balling the hell out of Letti, he plunged back into the girl's opening, skewering her on the full length of his pulsing meat. He slammed hard into her crotch, cramming her hungry cunt full of cock. She writhed, and her clutching hands dug desire-ridden fingernails into his shoulders.
Then in jackhammer-like strokes, he pumped himself in and out of the wanton vessel of desire. Her pelvis leaped and pulled from him, accommodating his every motion. Like Terri, the girl seemed to anticipate his actions before he made them.
As Terri drilled her finger in and out of his ass, he slithered in and out of the juicy, warm pussy that attempted to suck at him like a mouth. Again and again, he rammed home, trying to bang the bulging thickness of his glans against the girl's cervix. Wetly and loudly their bodies met at a fanatic pace. Harder and harder he plowed into the lubricant-filled sluice of her body.
As the burning sensation that filled his balls reached a volcanic heat, the twisting and writhing girl below him clamped her thighs around him in a desperate leg lock. A pleasure-flooded cry tore from her lips as her body quaked and rocked with soul-shattering release. She grunted and groaned like a woman gone wild. Her fingernails clawed red welts over his shoulders.
Held nearly motionless by her entrapping legs, he pumped as best he could, letting the strong contractions of her tight pussy milk over the length of his exploding rod. The sensation was all that was needed to bring steaming jets of hot come bursting from his balls and splattering over the enveloping folds of cunt that held him. Despite the quaking tremors that jolted his body, he maintained his position above the climaxing girl, saving her from a painful, tit-crushing fall.
When at last her legs relaxed and fell from him, he collapsed to his side, groaning as Terri's finger wrenched painfully from his ass. For moments he lay back, his eyes closed, oblivious to all but the deep breath that came from the fulfilled girl at his side. Then he noticed the persistent lips that lightly brushed over his. His eyes fluttered open weakly. Terri smiled at him. His eyes closed again, and teeth sharply nipped at his lips.
"Oww!" he grunted, his eyes flying open and staring at the pouting girl.
"Be careful, milord," Letti chuckled at his side. "When she gets in one of these moods, she might eat you!"
Ponkert glanced at the flashing green eyes. "That sounds more like a treat than a threat!"
The sisters laughed devilishly.
"My turn, sister," Terri said, once more kissing Ponkert's lips. "After all, I found him first!"
"Relax a moment, wench," he pleaded. "I'm not made of iron. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath!"
"Am I so ugly, Chad? Don't I excite you? ... " Terri bit her lower lip and pouted as if stifling a whimper.
"No! No, Terri ... It's just ... " He stopped abruptly, catching the impish glint in the girl's eyes. He finished by hauling the very sexy blonde across his legs and applying a smart swat to her upturned pink ass.
"For taking such a liberty and speaking in such a manner to your lord," he grunted in mock anger.
The sprawled out girl giggled and twitched her protruding bottom invitingly. Without hesitating, his hand smacked loudly against her lovely rear once again. This time he left a red outline of his hand. She groaned and quaked. Her whole body shivered with excitement.
"You sexy bitch! If it's a spanking you want, I'll damn sure see that you get one!" he said as his hand descended again and again.
There was no protest, only desirous moans and heavy panting. The beautiful woman writhed and twisted under his slapping palms, but did nothing to remove herself from the playful punishment. Only when she begged, did he stop.
"Please, you promised" she pleaded.
"I told you I'm not made of iron," he replied.
"But you felt like iron to me!" she answered, moving a hand between his legs and squeezing his already hardened length of cock.
Chuckling he said, "You asked for it. Now I'm going to send myself up your back until you beg for mercy!"
Waves of gooseflesh visibly rippled over the girl's back as his hands reached out and grabbed the full half-moons of her ass. Roughly, he jerked her to her knees, then scurried to his own, positioning the vulnerable buttocks before him.
Retaining his grasp on the ass cheeks, he pushed the fleshy demi-globes apart. Then without warning, his head lowered and his lips touched lightly against the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The girl quivered with anticipation of what was to follow.
And as she expected, it came. Sleek and wet, his tongue whipped out from behind his lips and licked over the hard little nodes. Around and around he moved, soothing and relaxing the taut little entrance to her ass.
Licking and lapping, he worked until she relaxed enough for the eager tip of his tongue to drill its way inward. Kneeling on all fours, it was all the frosty-haired beauty could do to keep from collapsing on the bed as waves of sexual desire raced through the open nerve endings of her body. Slickening and wetting the tight channel for his entrance, he twisted and twirled his tongue deeper into the humid interior of her bowels.
Realizing what their companion had planned for her sister, Letti slid between Ponkert's legs and pulled his cock downward with tenderly caressing fingers. In one sudden motion, her mouth opened to a wide "O" and she engulfed the throbbing dick in the warmth of her mouth. Eagerly, her tongue raced around the thick circumference, bathing it with saliva and kisses of pleasure. Her efforts, like his, were to provide an easy entry into the backside of the woman he now kneeled behind.
With a quick barrage of tongue flourishes, he withdrew his mouth from the girl's ass hole. Glancing down, his gaze was caught by two flashing green eyes that were smiling in lieu of the mouth that was trying its best to gobble up the ponderous man-root that jutted from his loins. Releasing Terri's pert bottom, he reached down and gingerly slipped Letti's predatory lips from his glistening rod. The girl extracted herself from between his legs, wetly lapping her silken tongue over the tightly wrinkled sac holding his balls as she went.
Returning his attention once more to the kneeling girl, his hands lightly ran up the inner smoothness of her thighs. Caressing and fondling he smoothed the pliant flesh that met his fingers.
"Do it now, Chad!" the trembling beauty moaned as her hand clutched at the feather mattress of the bed. "Now! Pleaseee!"
Using both his bands, he once more spread the white demi-globes of her ass. His testicle sac tightened to a hard sphere as his eyes found the brown, saliva-lubricated anus. Suddenly, Letti was behind him, her bulbous breasts teasing their hard nipples over his back and her lips taunting his neck.
"I will help!" she whispered, flicking a teasing tongue over his ear lobe.
Puzzled, he shivered as the girls playful lips worked down his back. Then he groaned as her long searching fingers glided between his legs, eventually wrapping themselves around the desire-filled column of meat pounding from his groin. Squeezing and stroking his lust-laden tool, her commanding fingertips edged the pulsing piston toward her sister's ass hole. As the blood-gorged head nudged against the tiny entrance, the kneeling girl groaned in wanton expectation. Similar moans rumbled deep in his own throat.
"Now, milord Chad," Terri urged, her voice trembling with excitement. "Now!"
Now it was. Still guided by her sister's commanding hand, he eased forward to the centre of the pinched ring of muscle. With steady, but increasing force, he pressed his attack almost flattening the thick crown of his cock. The taut sphincter abated and allowed his glans entrance. Then as Letti's hand withdrew to lovingly fondle the hard rocks locked securely against his scrotum, he plunged forward, plowing to the hilt.
Both he and Terri cried in pleasure as his shaft shot into the humid channel of her ass. Filled with his burning, swollen manhood, her hips twitched and thrust back to take every millimeter of his searing length. He, in turn, grunted and quaked as the burning vise of tightness captured his cock and squeezed with fascinating strength.
For four long seconds they remained motionless, accustoming themselves to the rear entry. Then her ass muscles relaxed enough for him to slide free, leaving only the throbbing crown of his cock within the heated anal canal.
Easing his head to the girl's back, he slid his hand around her trembling body, letting one capture one of her now pendulous tits and another glide to her crotch. Pushing back into the depths of her bowels, his hands kneaded the fleshy globe of her breast, and gingerly fondled the extended penis-imitating clit at the top of her tender cunt.
As his hips began their age-old pumping motion, he once again became aware of Letti behind him. Her hand still tickled its way over his balls and scrotum, but she had added her mouth to the game. As he had done with her sister a few brief seconds before, her mouth was at his ass.
His whole being quaked with uncontrollable passion as her wet, demanding tongue licked at his ass hole. Matching the inward-outward motion of his ass fucking, she laved oral softness over his anus. Slavering and lapping, she licked. Then her teeth nibbled at the slackening nodes of the small entrance until her tongue wedged into the tight pocket. Like an oral expert, she ate her way into his ass.
As he continued to glide in and out of the sucking ass that dominated his cock he wondered if the two delightful sisters had shared a man before. From the teamwork the two displayed, he was sure they had. But it didn't matter, not to the least degree. He was enjoying their efforts to the utmost!
Behind a probing tongue crammed into his ass. In reaction, he straightened and slammed his burning shaft deep into the ass in front of him. Together, a threesome, they worked, jabbing hard in long grinding strokes. He drove the girl attached to his impaling rod higher and higher, while the squeezing ass and drilling tongue whipped him on.
Bucking and quaking, Terri threw her buttocks, against his crotch. She now fucked herself on his thick cylinder of flesh as much as he fucked her. Again and again she helped cram the massive length home. Over and over the sensation-filled swells of passion rose and fell.
Under the triple stimulation of her tit, clit and well-fucked ass, the kneeling blonde came. In a mighty flood of colours and pleasure, her body was racked with tremors of lust. She groaned and cried in abandoned sensual fulfilment.
Fireworks roman-candled throughout the entire length of his cock as her anal muscles violently contracted and clamped even harder on his rod. Boiling upward from his teased testicles, his load of hot sperm and semen rushed. Shaking and quaking as much as the woman before him, he came, blasting fountain after fountain of cream-coloured juices into the squeezing ass.
Unable to maintain their upright positions under the tidal wave of passion that controlled their bodies, the couple collapsed onto the softness of the big bed.
Somewhere in a satisfied mist, before drifting into a well-deserved sleep, Ponkert felt Letti snuggle close against his back while he lay against Terri, coupled like spoons.
Chapter 5
Mankil--it was a word Ponkert had learned to hate during the week since leaving Hogar's inn and his two sexy daughters. The Earthman rocked and jolted on the back of his own personal mankil. He was decked out in the finery provided by the grateful innkeeper, and a sword, dropped by one of the highwaymen he had encountered, dangled at his side, not to mention the laser pistol tucked into his breeches. The weather was fine and the countryside had provided an abundance of eatable food, but he couldn't remember ever feeling more miserable. Mankil--the sound of the word only made him feel worse.
Hogar had given him the six-legged beast out of kindness. However, Ponkert also suspected the innkeeper had a distinct sadistic streak in him. Hogar had forgotten to mention where the mankil, which looked like the misbreeding of a horse and a rhinoceros, got its name. The wobbly, somewhat lopsided gait of the massive animal seemed to have but one purpose--to bust his balls!
When he had first begun his search for Jan seven days ago, he had thought it would only take time to adjust to the mankil's uneven strides. The first three days of his ride had left him sore when evening came. The fourth day created an ache in his crotch that wouldn't quit. The fifth day sent knives of pain into his groin as the beast bobbed up, while he was bouncing down. On the sixth day, he had walked more than he rode to avoid the ball-breaking torture.
Now, as noon neared on his seventh day, he reined the mankil to a halt, fearing his very manhood was in jeopardy. With relief washing through his body, he slid from the broad hairless back and dropped to the ground.
Allowing his mount to idly munch on the thick sylvan grass, Ponkert walked to a nearby tree.
From the leafy boughs of the strange unearthly tree, he selected a large pecan-like nut that he had come to find quite tasty during his brief stay on Keller. He cracked the peach-sized seed against the trunk. The yellow meat inside had the slight hint of persimmons, which he savoured while puzzling his mankil problems.
All in all, the beast would be an invaluable asset in his search for his missing co-pilot. After all, it was easier to ride than walk, not to mention the greater distances he could put behind him in a day. But on the other hand, if the ride was going to emasculate him, there was little purpose in continuing the ordeal.
Tossing the empty shells from his bands, Ponkert watched them bounce on the ground. Still perplexed, he pulled another from the tree and smashed it against the trunk. The over-sized nut cracked in two perfect halves and the meat fell out into his hand. Munching on the tasty nut, he fingered the split shell remembering the walnut boats he had constructed to sail in mud puddle seas when he was a child on Earth.
"Chadwick Ponkert, you're the one real dumbass!" he mumbled, realizing he held the key to his problem in his hand.
Delighting in the almost fur-lined feeling of the interior of the nutshell, he quickly pulled a red sash from his waist. Within the hour, Ponkert had fashioned a crude, but comfortable jock strap, complete with nutcup--literally a nutcup. Smiling, he once more mounted the grey hairless mankil. A quick check of the green signal blip on his locator beacon and he nudged the sides of the beast with his heels.
Thirty minutes later, and with a minimum of discomfort, he grinned smugly to himself, assured that he had met and outsmarted the mankil's primary weapon against mankind!
Glancing at his crotch, he mused over the fact that his new accoutrement looked exactly like a codpiece. He smiled. He had never experienced difficulty in attracting women in the past and he certainly had not been neglected since arriving on Keller. For moments, his mind's eye recalled the tempting visions of Terri and Letti.
However, no matter how lovely the mental images, the jarring gait of his mount bounced them away and Ponkert once more turned his attention to the passing countryside.
During his first week, he had closed the distance between himself and the green blip on his locator by almost a hundred and fifty kilometers. He had also confirmed his first impressions about the planet; it was definitely medieval. The two villages he had passed through had been ruled by feudal lords, both somewhat more accommodating than Sir Yngvi.
The society here seemed to have stepped right out of the days of Earth's King Arthur. Most labours centered around farming, but family manufacturing was beginning to bud. Ponkert had also noticed the sexual mores seemed to be somewhat more lax than he expected. As his visits to the two hamlets proved, the sexual attitudes of Terri and Letti were the norm rather than the exception on Keller.
While the planet wasn't exactly what he and Jan had originally set out to find, he realized a veritable mine lay within his reach if he could set up the matter transmission link with Earth. The very strangeness of Keller would attract tourists in droves, not to mention the sexual attitudes. With just the right amount of dickering with Earth's government, he would in fact be Prince Ponkert with a pleasure planet at his feet.
The title rolled around in his head and he savoured the sound. Pleasure Prince Ponkert. He would establish his empire and sit back to enjoy the rewards of his labours.
Almost humming to himself in revelry, Ponkert affectionately patted the huge varicose neck of his mount. The animal tilted its monstrous head sideways to glance at him with dull, flat-grey eyes, then turned its vision back to the path.
"Such unresponsiveness! A kingdom of wealth is within our reach and you don't even blink!" Ponkert chided the animal. "You, my friend, deserve a name to fit your apathy."
Musing to himself, the Earthman dug into his historical memories and pulled a most fitting title for the beast from the mid-twentieth century. He could think of no better name denoting nonresponse than that of a president of a then powerful nation.
"Nameless one," he announced to his mount, "by the powers vested in me, Pleasure Prince Ponkert of Keller, I hereby dub thee Richard of Millhouse."
The mankil didn't even feel the title was worth another sideways glance and continued plodding its way forward.
Ponkert's amusement over the emotionless animal was cut short by a scream of terror that echoed before him. Reining Richard up a small rise, he scouted the terrain ahead. In an open glade in a valley of a full kilometer away, he could discern three indistinct figures surrounded by darting grey forms. As he watched, one of the men fell under an onrushing grey tide.
Digging his heels in the mankil's thick sides, he lumbered toward the commotion. The tableaux became clearer. A pack of wolf-like creatures, with long vicious canines bared, surrounded two men, whose swords flashed out drawing blood when one of the creatures pressed too close. What he had seen fall was not a man, but a mankil, which part of the pack was now devouring.
As he watched, the two men fought valiantly, the smaller, a young boy perhaps, was noticeably tiring. The ring of grey-furred death was edging closer and closer. Eventually, by sheer weight of numbers, the two would fall as had their mankil.
Swinging his heels hard into his mount's flanks, he urged it to a full gallop. From his side, Ponkert pulled the blue-steel sword, prepared to slice a path through the wolf-like creatures.
It was then the unexpected happened. Richard, who had followed its rider's commands to this point, abruptly dug its six hooved feet into the ground and came to a dead stop. Ponkert, however, didn't. Instead, the Earthman went flying head over ass above the broad grey neck of the mankil, landing on his back with a bone jarring thud.
Shaking the pain from his racked body, he rolled to his feet with only his dignity suffering any noticeable injury. However his short flight had left him swordless and on the very edge of the circling pack of wolves, which seemed to be twice the size of their Earth counterparts.
While the two men, battling for their lives, had not noticed his arrival, one of the pack did and turned its attention to the newcomer. A short dash and a powerful leap sent the two hundred pound animal hurtling for the Earthman's throat. In the entire history of man, only one unique feature has allowed him to meet more powerful animals and survive--not his brain, but his ability to leap sideways.
That's exactly what Ponkert did. The wolf missed him, its dripping fangs brushing the cloth of his shirt. The time needed for the animal to reverse its course for another attack was all Ponkert needed to slip his laser pistol free. The wolf didn't have the opportunity for another leap before a thin line of red heat blasted from the gun, searing through its brain.
As he turned back to the remaining pack, Ponkert watched the snarling, snapping teeth of the wolves take down another of the men. The remaining would-be victim's blade slashed out in retaliation. Two of the wolves fell, their throats gushing red.
However, the Earthman realized that neither the unknown swordsman nor himself would be alive much longer if he didn't act fast. Stiff-arming the laser pistol before him, Ponkert squeezed off two quick shots. The blazing needles of light leaped from the end of the blaster, frying the brains of two nearby creatures.
The smell of charred flesh and howls of agony filled the air, causing the rest of the pack to break off its attack on the lone swordsman. Instead they turned their attention to the new menace. Hastily sighting, Ponkert triggered off two more of the thin lances of ultra-intense light. The beam seared its way into the largest of the wolves. An almost human cry erupted from its death-twisted lips and blood dripped from three inch fangs. Another short volley of blasts eliminated two more of the creatures.
As if suddenly aware that their new opponent was a creature they heretofore had not encountered, the remainder of the pack broke, scattering into the surrounding forest. Ponkert aimed one last shot to hurry them along. The blast struck a tree stump, rather than the wolf he aimed for, but the exploding results were exactly what he wanted--the wolves had lost themselves in the denseness of the primeval woods.
He turned to the lone survivor of the intrepid band. The youth was bent over the mangled body of his fallen companion. The sound of muffled grief met the Earthman's ears. Without speaking, he approached the crying swordsman and placed a comforting hand on a shaking shoulder.
A face stained with blood and tears turned to his and spoke, "My brother-- he's dead--we never had a chance against that pack of direwolves."
Ponkert felt a sudden icy stab in his gut. The valiant fighter was a girl. Dressed as she was in a loose fitting brown tunic and green, baggy trousers, her figure had been effectively cloaked.
Gently manoeuvring her away from the fallen body, he whispered, "There's nothing we can do for him. He died like a warrior."
The girl nodded as he seated her on the ground under the shade of a tree. Assured that she would be all right, he trodded off and returned a few moments later leading his somewhat disappointing mount. Allowing the now passive mankil to graze nearby, Ponkert slipped a canteen from his waist and handed it to the girl.
The girl accepted and after taking a small sip, wetted a handkerchief she pulled from her sleeve. Within moments, she had cleansed the traces of the fray from her face and once more looked into the face of her savior.
A shaggy mop of flaming red hair surrounded the girlish face that looked up to him. Tears still misted her hazel eyes and the faint freckles that dotted over her cheeks seemed to glow. As he studied her, she rose, moving almost regally. The haughtiness of the stance she took before him coupled with her tattered, tomboyish clothing struck him as being so incongruous that a smile raised his lips.
"Why do you laugh?" she demanded as a look of irritation flickered across her face. "Am I so ugly or strange to you? If so, then why did you bother to save me with your magic, sorcerer?"
Ponkert did a double take, knowing his smile widened as he realized what she meant by magic. When in the realm of King Arthur, a laser pistol would seem like magic!
"Child," he answered staring sternly at the five-foot-three, very unwomanly figure before him, "I saved you because I'd hate seeing anyone end up as dog food for a pack of wolves!"
"Child!" the girl's voice hissed like that of a coiled snake as she puffed up with indignation. Two firm points strained against the brown fabric of her loose tunic, assuring Ponkert that the term "child" was wrong. "I am Elfgwynne, Lady of Hort!"
Hastily, he corrected himself, "I beg your pardon, milady. I am called Ponkert."
He continued with his biography, following the general narrative Terri had first given Hogar. If a stranger to a planet could be anything he wanted, why not a king from a distant province? Besides, a title seemed to have an edge on the locals. Now this diminutive woman had added another aspect to his name--Magician, Master Class.
"As I have already explained," the girl replied, "I am Elfgwynne, Lady of Hort. My brother was Cleve, Prince of Hort. And of course, my father is King Tomar the Profligate."
She seemed to think her simple explanation was all that was needed. But besides learning the name of her dead brother and the name of her father, who was obviously something of a libertine, Ponkert couldn't make much sense out of the introduction.
The girl continued, "Lord Ponkert, you saved me and attempted to save my brother. As is the custom of Hort, I offer you my life to do with as you please. I am your servant.
She stood staring forlornly at the man. For once in his life, Ponkert was struck speechless. Unlike Terri she was not merely offering him her body, but was giving herself as a slave. While she could hardly be described as ugly, or even plain, she just wasn't his type. Besides, he had to find Jan and then there was a planet to conquer.
"Milady, your offer is greatly appreciated. But I need no reward for what I did. Your life is yours to do with as you please. I will see that you are returned to your father's household. But keep your life! In a few years, you might want to give it to some other man!"
His speech made his chest burn with his own magnanimity. However, the petite mouth of his companion formed into a hard, thin line of determination.
"First help me bury my brother as is fitting a prince of Hort," she said curtly. "Then we will see what Tomar has to say about that!"
Puzzled by her comments, he stared as the red-haired girl turned and walked toward her fallen brother, then he followed.
Chapter 6
They rose the next day, ate a small breakfast that Elf (as he had nicknamed the tomboyish Lady of Hort) prepared, mounted Richard of Millhouse and headed north toward Elf's city. By midday, Ponkert saw the towers of the battlement-surrounded city rise from the flat meadowland that they had moved into. Another hour's ride brought them before a massive oak portal, protecting the city of Hort from invasion. A brief exchange of pleasantries between Elf and a guard and they rode within.
The teeming bustle of an Earth city was missing in Ponkert's first encounter with a Keller city. The populace was in evidence in great numbers, but the headlong rush of Earth city-dwellers was definitely missing.
Following the girl's directions, he reined to the centre of the city. Rising several stories above street level was a huge palace. Fronted with jet, it gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun. Polished white marble steps pointed the way to the brass-studded main entryway. Ponkert began to think that Tomar the Profligate was well named. Such opulence wasn't the product of a small imagination.
Dismounting as a guard took Richard's reins, the Earthman followed Elf through the palace portal, Inside was a hall that seemed to stretch for miles. At the end, almost lost in the distance, Ponkert saw a magnificent throne that glittered and caught the light from several strategically placed windows. Seated atop the throne was a man who could only be Elf's father, Tomar.
When they eventually reached the foot of the throne's dais, Ponkert carefully appraised the value of the diamonds and rubies plastered like sequins over its sides. First the beautiful, willing women and now evidence of wealth beyond his wildest dreams--he had made the right decision to exploit this planet called Keller.
As Elf recounted the attack of the direwolves and her rescue by Ponkert's magic, the Earthman carefully studied her father, the king. Tomar was no slug-fat sybarite. While sybarite he might be, well-toned muscles bulged on his arms and a barrel-like chest strained the purple velvet of his robes. Tomar was definitely not the type of man one wanted to meet alone in a dark alley.
When Elf finished her narrative, Tomar's voice boomed in friendliness, "Lord Ponkert, you have my thanks for what you have done. Although my oldest son, Cleve, has joined the gods of Ulfblom, you have saved my only daughter. Any reward I have would be small in comparison, but I shall try to repay you!"
With a clap on his massive hands, three servants entered the room, and Tomar spoke again, "Follow them and they will prepare you."
Unquestioning, Ponkert did as he was directed. Marching from the throne chamber down another long hall, he followed the three into an expansive bed chamber.
"These will be your quarters while in Hort," one of the servants explained. "A change of clothes and a bath is waiting."
With that, the three left and Ponkert was alone. A brief exploration of the room and he had located a small sunken pool next to one wall. Various containers of perfumed oils and soap were lined up at the bath.
Without hesitating, he peeled his clothes from his body and stepped in. The cleansing waters and a razor he found among the containers had him feeling like a new man within moments. Drying himself on a coarse towel, Ponkert walked to the bed where a new suit of clothes was laid out for his use.
Both the tight fitting trousers and loose tunic were white. The cape, however, was royal purple trimmed in gold braid. Ermine-lined knee-boots completed the livery. After donning the outfit, he felt like the prince he claimed to be.
Smiling, he admitted to himself that given a little more time, he could really get into the styles of Keller. This whole medieval scene appealed to something within him, which he couldn't put his finger on.
Then there was a knock at the door to his room and the three servants appeared. One of them spoke, "Tomar bids you join him."
Ponkert nodded and followed. This time their trek took them through a series of winding halls that eventually opened into a gigantic cathedral-like chamber filled with row upon row of tables. Apparently he had walked into the midst of a great feast and all the eyes of the feasters turned to him as he entered.
Tomar rose from the head table and waved him to his side. Moving through the maze of revelers, the Earthman took a seat next to the Hortian king. Tomar slapped him on the back, then dropped to his chair and the feasting began.
The banquet was opulent to match the surroundings. Wine, orange coloured, flowed in great floods. The food was as delectable as it was indescribable. Ponkert's taste buds thought they recognized pheasant and quail among the various meats he sampled. That was until Elf, who sat on the opposite side of her father, explained the meat was waterboa, a large river snake, and slimespider, whose name described its appearance and habitat. He shivered a bit thinking of eating a slimespider, but he had already downed so much wine that he would have shaken hands, or hairy legs as the case was, with the spider had it chanced into the great dining hall.
As much as he enjoyed the feast in his honour, his eyes were drawn to those of Elf, who studied him with sideways glances. His own gazes were somewhat more bold. The red-haired girl was dressed in a white lace gown that would have put Queen Guinevere to shame.
The gown dipped sharply in front, exposing a very tantalizing tight-pressed valley between two nicely proportioned breasts that had been well-hidden by the clothes he had first seen her in. The gown also hinted at the pleasing curves that lay beneath the delicate fabric, although it revealed nothing further to his disappointed eyes. As he studied the gem-like sparkle of her hazel eyes and the rosy pink blush of the evening that touched her cheeks, Ponkert wondered if he had not been a little hasty in refusing her offer back in the glade where he had rescued her.
After giving a serving girl an affectionate pinch on her ample ass, Tomar suddenly rose from his chair and raised his arms for silence within the hall.
"I, King Tomar of Hort," he proclaimed to the feastors, "declare a national holiday. Lord Ponkert has saved Princess Elfgwynne from the jaws of direwolves! For this noble act, I reward him with these!"
A chamois-like, pouch flipped from the king's fingers and landed with a heavy "plunk" before Ponkert. Gingerly, the Earthman pulled the drawstring and extracted a skilfully manufactured gold chain with a large oval medallion dangling from the centre. Grinning, he slipped the gaudy emerald and ruby adorned medal over his neck. A cheer broke from the lips of the revelers.
"To Baron Ponkert of Hort" Tomar's voice rose above the crowd's din as he raised a goblet of wine to his lips.
In turn, Ponkert lifted his glass and cried out a toast of his own, "To Hort's powerful ruler, King Tomar the Profligate!"
A cheer went up that lasted every bit of ten minutes. When the cacophony died to a muted roar, the crew of feastors fell to serious drinking. The effects of their over-indulgence was evident within the hour as the majority of the celebrators were taken by a drunken stupor. Ponkert, while somewhat dizzy, was still prepared for a long night, as was Tomar it seemed. Elf had retired for the evening.
"Come," the king whispered. "Now is the time for the House of White Satin."
Nodding in reply, the Earthman followed his royal companion as they reeled out of the great hall into the almost deserted streets of the city. After a hastily winding journey down a maze of backstreets, the king stopped abruptly before a building with a white stone facade.
With a brawny fist he pounded on a dark wooden door until the portal opened slightly. Then it was pulled inward fully and a willowy brunette of incredible beauty rocketed out. Her arms wrapped around Tomar's bull-like neck and her lips attempted to smother him with wet, passionate kisses. It was quite obvious that the royal visitor was not a stranger.
Lifting the girl in his arms as if she were a feather, Tomar stepped into the building and called out, "Hide the women! Tomar and his newest baron, Ponkert the Horny, are here to rape them all!"
The woman suspended from his neck like a sexy, living necklace laughed gleefully and cried in return, "Yes! Hide the rest! I want these two to myself!"
Tomar's laughter echoed against the walls as he lowered the girl to her feet and planted, a firm hand on her ass with a resounding slap. "Bitch! Hold thy nymphomaniac hunger. One woman will not satisfy our lust tonight! Tell Cynda and Mara and Leda to get their asses out here! I want to see their asses!"
"What of poor Jocelyn?" the brunette pouted. "Would you toss me aside?"
"Nay, Tomar, don't send her off," Ponkert spoke from the door. "She pleases me."
"Hold your choice, young baron," Tomar commanded, stopping the brunette who tried to scamper to Ponkert's arms. "First see the other merchandise."
"Yes." A dark haired woman, robed in a flowing white caftan spoke as she entered the room through a curtained archway. "My establishment is small, but the girls I offer are specialists as well as beautiful."
A grin split Tomar's face. "Ahhh, Urusula, you still outshine your girls. If only ... "
"My lord," the woman smiled, bowing, "when I decide to take a man, you know it will be you."
Tomar signalled Ponkert to his side as Urusula directed Jocelyn to the far side of the room. The girl poised herself very seductively.
"Ponkert, I'd like you to meet the most delightful madam in the pleasure house business--Urusula, proprietor of the House of White Satin."
The white-robed woman bowed slightly, then began, "You have already met Jocelyn." Her arm waved to the girl. "Her breasts and mouth hold many pleasures for a man.
Ponkert watched as the brown-haired pleasure girl turned slowly for his examination. Her skimpy harem costume did little to hide her wares. Her mammoth mammaries jiggled excitedly under his gaze as if trying to escape the confines of the small, coin-covered halter that held the mounds of flesh. Her pink tongue flicked across the fullness of her lips, leaving a slick inviting trail of wetness.
In an old lust-filled reaction, Ponkert's testicles tightened in his sac as he watched the temptress pivot before him. Somehow, he felt he would stick with his original selection.
"Her tits droop too much for my tastes," Tomar mumbled.
Urusula clapped her hands once in response. Answering the signal, a small, sprightly girl entered through the curtains and took her place next to Jocelyn.
Ponkert's balls tightened and retightened as he looked to the new piece of merchandise Urusula was offering. The girl's short blonde hair looked a little out of place in the odalisque costume she wore. But the rest of her body did not! Every inch of willing womanflesh strained against the thin fabric she wore.
"Cynda," Urusula announced. "Her ass is hot and tight, and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand."
"Yesss," Tomar commented in a low aroused whisper.
Urusula clapped again and a raven-haired beauty trotted into the room. "Mara," as the madam announced, was the master of the thousand and one positions contained in Antis Atla, Keller's equivalent of Earth's Kama Sutra. While the girl was rather short, the oriental slant to her dark eyes beckoned Ponkert like a magnet.
The last girl summoned was Leda, whose breasts, which were the size of watermelons, were also her specialty. While the auburn-haired girl was a little too plump, Ponkert's pulse doubled in pace at the mere thought of being allowed free rein with her tremendous tits.
"We'll take them all," Tomar exclaimed, tossing Urusula a jiggling bag of coins. "Lock the doors! Tonight the House of White Satin entertains a private party!" As Urusula did as commanded, Tomar summoned Cynda to him, "Your choice, my baron."
"I chose earlier," the Earthman responded, and was immediately greeted by an over-joyous bundle of brunette in his arms.
"You'll not regret your decision, milord," the girl called Jocelyn whispered as her tongue swirled over his ear.
Tomar spoke again, "Mara and Leda, do not go far. We do have plans for you, too!"
With that Jocelyn led Ponkert into a huge room through another set of curtains. Tomar and Cynda, already disrobing, followed.
The room was tremendous in size, but bare of all furniture. However, plush, deep-piled velvet pillows lined the walls and were randomly scattered over the floor. Except for the ceiling, which was a smoky, glassed mirror, and the pillows, everything else in the room was white Satin. Obviously the source of the establishments name--House of White Satin.
As the now half-nude Tomar and Cynda moved toward one end of the white room, Jocelyn pulled Ponkert to the other. Eagerly, she maneuvered him to one of the soft, slickly inviting pillows, and before he could blink, began divesting him of his newly acquired clothing. Expertly, her fingers fell to their task, and within the passage of a few seconds, the Earthman lay naked on the white velvet, watching the titillating brunette begin stripping.
Her long fingers, tipped with red-painted nails, slipped beneath the edge of the purple briefs she wore. Tantalizingly slowly, she slithered free of the cloth and the diaphanous bloomers that were attached. Her dark eyes glinted with sensual fire as she watched her partner's eyes rove up the long sensuous curve of her firm calves to her supple, creamy thighs, finally alighting on the light-brown covered triangle of her sex.
"The sleeping snake awakes," the girl smiled, her eyes directed to the throbbing hose of his penis that slowly jerked its way upward. "He likes what he sees"
"Yesss!" the Earthman whispered in reply. "Very much so!"
"Good," she answered, slipping her long arms behind her back. "The best is yet to come."
The silver coins covering the bra-shaped halter to her outfit tinkled quietly as her hand fumbled with the clasps. Then as if the garment had a will of its own, it slipped free, falling noisily to the white floor.
Ponkert's breath almost whistled as he sucked in sharply. The sight meeting his eyes was fantastic. Two enormous, brown-crested breasts bounced outward, having escaped the cloth that had held them back. They danced a perky little jig that brought the rising pole at his crotch to full mast. The girl's eyes sparkled with lust-filled fire as she bathed in his admiring gaze.
Without a word, he motioned with his hands. The girl responded like a stalking leopardess, her fluid body rippling with excitement as she came. His hands reached up to grasp the slightly pendulous jugs of flesh bouncing from her chest as she knelt beside him. She didn't protest, but moaned softly into his ear.
As her tongue playfully darted over his ear lobe, his hands devoted full attention to the massive mounds of pliable flesh he now controlled. Subduing his eagerness, he circled the huge creamy mounds, barely letting his fingers touch the velvet skin. He watched as the brown nipples, cresting the over-sized tits, grew hard and erect without the slightest brush of his fingertips.
Spiralling his bands upward toward the tempting, taut buttons, he increased the pressure of his palms and kneaded the pillowy mounds. In reaction, the girl's moaning grew in intensity, directing him to further exploration.
His fingers finally found the sexually hardened nipples they sought. Brutally, he scissored them with his fingers, mashing and squeezing them with delicate force. The lovely brunette at his side jerked back. Her eyes stared through a mist of lust and confusion.
Holding her eyes with his, his hands caught up the twin mounds of pleasure and soothingly rolled the almost flaccid flesh against her chest. Playfully, he tried to flatten the enormous jugs. The task was impossible, but it was so much fun trying.
Bathing in the sexual heat that radiated from the delightful globes, his fervid hands could not get enough of the feel of her. Likewise, there was no longer confusion in the girl's dark eyes! Her head now rolled sensuously on her shoulders and a wet pink tongue licked eagerly over her full lips.
Up and down he rolled the solidness of her flesh, listening as her moans rose in time with his work. He squeezed his fingers into the creamy pillows, watching as the white skin squelched up. He thrust upward, then watched them jiggle back to their original desirable form. He tugged them downward, straining the deliciously white skin even whiter. Then he released them, enjoying the sight of the ponderous globes springing back, their lust-stiffened nipples jutting out to him.
If there was any doubt that these enormous tits were his to do with as he pleased, they were put aside by the girl's grateful hands that caressed his cheeks in appreciation.
"Your mouth," the brunette managed to groan between excited moans. "Pleaseee! I am so close! Please your mouth!"
Suddenly realizing the jumbo-proportioned jugs were every bit as sensitive as they appeared to be, he did exactly as the girl requested.
Clasping the bountiful breasts, he tugged forward bringing the mountains of vanilla flesh homing in on his face. Opening his mouth wide, he accepted one of the dark brown nipples that wanted him as much as he wanted it. His tongue gently caressed the excited bud and washed over the equally aroused aureole surrounding it.
With that he had to agree. It was good! And he was enjoying it as much as the brunette above him.
Clamping his teeth around the stiff little bud, his tongue lovingly swirled around and around the wanton button. He savoured the warm, hard but flexible texture of the lust-ignited nipple. The girl's breathing was now a continual moan of desire. His teeth bit tighter, obtaining a secure hold on the sensitive tit-tip. Teasing at the dark cherry with his tongue, he eased his mouth away. The nipple stretched and paled, flooding the girl with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. She squealed with delight and lovingly cradled his head.
When at last his teeth released their grasp on the sensation-filled nipple, he found his mouth being stuffed with another mound of milky womanflesh. Straining his jaws as wide as possible, he took as much of the marshmallowy mass as he could. Gratefully, the girl groaned and trembled as his lips and tongue repeated their activities for the newcomer. The girl was quickly reaching the point of climax, the point he knew she had been directing him to.
As her groans turned to pleading whimpers of release, his lips and tongue went to work double-time. Ardently he sucked at the lust-gorged nipple as if trying to unseat it from its fleshy perch. A veritable oral whip, his tongue lashed across the stiff button of flesh, driving the girl higher and higher.
When she came, he caught her in his arms and gently caressed the super-sensitive breasts, while her body quaked and trembled under the blasts of rocking pleasure that reigned in her body.
When at last her heavy breathing subsided and the last tremors had stilled, her eyes fluttered open weakly and she smiled at him, "Milord, you are something special--too few are the men that care about the pleasure of their women."
In reply, he squeezed one of the massive tits, bringing another deep-throated groan from the girl. "These are my pleasure, too!"
The girl smiled again, fully knowing his meaning, "But now, it is my turn!"
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she removed herself from his arms. Reaching to her side, she grabbed one of the white pillows dotting the floor of the room, then tucked it behind his back. Her fingertips lightly eased him back into the softness of the cushion.
"This is so that your eyes will not be denied the delight," she explained, as her fingers teased through the hairs of his chest and toyed with the small pebbles of his nipples. "Most women do not realize that half the pleasure from their mouths comes in allowing their men to watch!"
And watch he did as the naked pleasure woman eased his legs apart and slid between them. Positioning herself on her stomach, her head hovered above the glistening crown of his cock. The long and delightful adventure with the girl's super-sensitive breasts had produced a hard-on of heroic proportions.
Lying there before him, propped up on her elbows, the girl's dark eyes rolled to him and smiled. While she held him with her gaze, the fingers of one of her hidden hands managed to catch him in another hold, far more pleasureful. Gently, her cool fingers surrounded the tight sac holding his balls. Expertly, she massaged the wrinkled bag. He felt the kidney shaped rocks dance back and forth at his scrotum under the gentle pressure. He groaned softly and smiled down at the girl.
Realizing her actions were pleasing, the prone girl brought her other hand to the base of his bludgeoning prick. In an almost teasing fashion, her fingers wrapped around the thick rod. Her eyes flashed another smile as her hand lovingly stroked up and down the turgid length.
He revelled at the sexy sight of a woman stretched out between his legs. His captured testicles seemed to draw even more securely against his scrotum as the girl's tongue washed over her luscious lips. Hypnotized, he watched her eye the thick crystal drop of preseminal fluid ooze from the slit in the centre of his glans. His position afforded him a full view as her moist oral digit curled out and tapped the drop. Electricity sizzled through his body at the soft, wet touch.
Her tongue returned to her mouth. She rolled her sampling of his juices, savouring it. Finding it to her liking, she swallowed. Coyly, her dark eyes rolled to him once more and her tongue returned to his cock, swirling and teasing over the sensitive, soft skin of his blood-swollen glans. The red crown of flesh was left glistening with her saliva.
Her attention turned to the ridged underside of his pulsing shaft. Extending that delightful tongue to its limits, she ran its wet tip languorously along the ridge of skin emerging from the forest of hairs covering his balls upward to the soft folds of wrinkled skin surrounding the aching arrowhead of his sex.
The velvet-like, taunting touch of her oral caresses sent tremors of sensuous pleasure coursing through his groin. The lust-filled length of his cock pounded as blood rushed through it at an increasing rate. His hand-held balls ached within their sac at the prospect of such an enticing means of release.
The girl's mouth opened slightly and her teeth bit lightly down on the rock-hard pole. Like a child with a candy stick she nibbled down to the base, while her tongue twirled over the skin caught by her teeth. At the bottom of his throbbing sex, she reversed her path and nibbled back up to the swollen head that glistened with new juices welling from his loins. Without hesitating, she lapped up the new secretions.
The fast flourishes of her tongue brought pleasure-racked groans from his throat and his penis jerked violently in approval. His eyes still held by the woman between his legs, he watched once more as her eyes moved up to study his face, then she lowered them to the imposing rod she now worshipped.
Her head bobbed and her lips parted. Tantalizingly slowly, her head lowered toward the meaty crown. Her mouth widened and accepted the thick head, sheathing it in the warm shelter of the interior of her mouth.
Then as if to prove to him that she was the expert Urusula had said she was, the girl glided down the full length of his massive cock, taking every last inch of it in one fluid motion. She stopped only when he thought his balls were about to be encompassed by her predatory lips.
Moaning, he resisted the urge to crush the girl's hair in his fists and rape her face. Although she probably would not have minded, he was not being eaten by an amateur in the art of fellatio. This was a specialist--a professional.
Ball-achingly slow, she pulled herself off the hard cock, until only its throbbing glans pulsed within the sweetness of her mouth.
Then she sucked!
Excruciating pleasure-pain rocketed through his body, as the girl's vacuum-like mouth took hold. With all her might directed to her activities, it seemed to him that her mouth could fully lift him from the floor with her suction if she so intended to do it. There was no doubt in his mind that his cock was entrenched in the mouth of an oral expert.
Again she eased her mouth back down the thick length of his organ, taking it fully. Then back up she came, sucking and twirling her tongue over the fullness as she went.
Amazed by the sight, he watched as the cock-hungry girl increased the speed of her mouthy strokes. Where his glans had gently nudged the back of her throat when she had begun, the lust-gorged tip of his sex now pounded at her throat. Over and over she pulled up, then dropped down on the hard spike of man meat, impaling her face upon it. He no longer had the urge to rape her mouth--she was doing it for him!
He took the fantastic mouth for as long as he was able to endure. But at last, that tight knot of release blasted its way up the rigid pole of his lust. Violently, to match her own methods, he grasped the thick tresses of brunette hair. In a desperate hold, he held her educated lips and mouth to his exploding shaft.
But there was no need for his actions. The girl accepted the fiery load he offered. Willingly, she helped suck the opalescent fountains of hot come that spurted from the end of his prick. Helpless in his release, he watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked. Her throat twitched and bobbed as she swallowed every burning drop of the thick cream that coated her mouth and throat.
When at last she had sucked him dry, she removed her trained lips from his wilting penis. Smiling at the pleasure-weakened Earthman, she scurried from between his legs and moved to his side, nestling her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Almost absentmindedly, he fondled the tantalizing breasts that snuggled close to him as a "thank you" for the satisfaction she had brought. Kitten-like, the oral expert Jocelyn purred in return.
Fully enjoying the summery heat of Jocelyn's naked body against his, Ponkert's eyes moved across the room where his host and the girl Cynda were fully involved in their own form of sexual play.
Ponkert's first appraisal of Tomar's physique was accurate. The Hortian king may have been in his forties, but he had lost none of the steel-hard muscle of his youth. His biceps were the size of most men's thighs and his chest was a giant rain barrel. The Earthman had no chance to see if his cock matched the proportion of the rest of his body--it was fully entrenched in his companion's ass.
Ponkert's hand tightened on his own partner's tit as he watched the king pole into Cynda's bottom. Jocelyn, whose own attention had been drawn to the pair across the room, moaned and snuggled closer to her own man.
The small, short-haired blonde stood before Tomar. She was bent at the waist, her hands grasping her knees for support. Two well-formed tits bounced and bobbed from her chest as Tomar repeatedly lunged his fleshy sword between her perky buttocks. The sight of the two and the echoing words of Urusula, "Cynda--her ass is hot and tight and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand" were enough to stir new life to Ponkert's drowsy penis. But the Earthman had no intention of trying on Cynda. To do that would mean getting Tomar out of the way first. And Ponkert was no fool!
Instead, he settled back into the cushioning pillow to enjoy the bit of voyeurism that was being offered. Still he wondered if Cynda's ass could be as expertly trained as was Jocelyn's mouth.
As if having telepathically read Ponkert's thoughts, Tomar glanced at the Earthman and groaned in mid-stroke, "Tight--like a surgeon's glove--hot and tight!"
Ponkert grinned as he noticed Cynda twitch her ass, producing a deep groan from the king and drawing his attention back to her. Clutching the blonde by her waist, Tomar held her stationary and stopped his own motion.
The Hortian king, bent slightly and whispered, "Enough of the foreplay Now I intend to screw the hell out of this bottom of yours!"
The girl quivered noticeably and gooseflesh rippled over her body, "Yes, fuck me! Brand my bowels with that burning tool of yours!"
Snorting like a mighty black-maned stallion, he wrenched his cock from the woman, so that only the fat glans was retained in her ass hole. A devilish grin spread over his lips as his hands tenderly played over the smooth softness of her full buttocks.
In teasing fashion, he caressed the demi-globes of her ass cheeks. Excited by his promise, the girl trembled in anticipation of the ravishing thrust that would eventually come. Piteous little whimpers were on her lips. Her breasts quivered and her arms shook. But still he waited.
Then in one powerful thrust, his hips sent the bulbous, throbbing lance of his sex searing deeply into the glove-like channel of her back. The girl groaned and gasped under the massive invasion. Involuntarily, she lunged forward, but the hands holding tightly to her small waist kept her from tumbling into the white pillows at her feet.
Again he slowly retracted from her ass. And again his hands played over her squirming, tense buttocks. The tight mouth of her anus contracted around the fleshy crown of his cock, bringing moans from the man behind her.
Again he waited, until he felt the lessening of pressure around his impaling rod. Gently and assuringly he stroked her ass and sides. The girl's trembling was constant now, but still he did not move. He was waiting for her body to cry out for him; to demand that he give her every bit of the fucking he had promised.
Then with a smooth, slow-motion lunge, he drilled all the way up into her clutching ass-channel. Deeper and deeper he plowed until his thick rod could go no further. She was tight! Like the rest of the women at the House of White Satin, she was a sex specialist. And her ass was her specialty.
The Hortian ruler groaned as he felt the steel-like muscles of her ass clamp along the entire length of his sex. Marvellous, white-hot heat flared within the depths of her bowels, burning around him. Sexual flames lapped in his loins as the hungry mouth of her ass squeezed tighter and tighter. His groans of pleasure filled the white room.
Then she relaxed and moved forward, preparing herself for another deep thrust. Accepting her invitation, his hands steadied her hips and he lunged forward skewering into the dark recesses of her back. Without the slightest pause, he wrenched free and poled back into the fiery heat of her bowels. The girl now moaned, realizing the whispered fucking had begun!
Over and over, he thrust the thick length of his cock into the willing ass hole. Drilling and plunging, he ramrodded his shaft into her searing bowels. His own lust-fired moans and groans mingled with those of his diminutive partner.
Meeting the rhythm of his strokes, the blonde pleasure girl began to rock back and forward. Her pink ass slapped into his hairy crotch wetly as she helped fuck herself on his meaty lance.
Fervently clutching at his reaming pole, her hips rotated and wiggled, sending electric thrills through the man mounted behind her. She pulled forward and his rod slithered from the velvet channel of her back. Then she heaved backward to meet the onrushing load of cock he speared into her ass.
The snug confines of her flaming bowels squeezed his pistoning shaft as it slid in and out of her. Harder and faster his attack mounted. His balls slapped against the bushy covering of her cunt.
Her buttocks splayed out on either side of his plunging cock. He grabbed her fleshy ass cheeks and squeezed, leaving the imprint of his fingers in stark red relief on the white background. Faster and faster he fucked, driving harder and harder into the tight tunnel of her bottom. She aided, ramming her hips back toward each of his forward thrusts, then jerking away as he pulled out.
She bucked and pulled and milked him in a wildly driven attempt to pack even more of his ponderous organ into her body. The soft tissues of her hind-tunnel were now consumed with lust. In the heat of her passion she grunted and groaned like an animal, as did the man plowing into her from behind.
Using the tortured demi-globes of her buttocks as convenient handholds, he drove into the burning softness of her ass with increased power. The girl responded, matching him movement for movement.
When at last a low, deep cry of pleasure was wrenched from her panting lips, he allowed the volcanic fire of his loins to leap forward. Grunting and groaning in bestial fulfilment, gallon upon gallon of thick white sexual cream spurted from his cock, filling the tight ass contracting around him.
Again and again, fountain after fountain rocketed into the ass of the girl writhing and twisting in pleasure before him. The flood of semen and sperm filled her drenched ass and welled from her, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Eventually, lubricated by his own come, he slipped the deflated rod from the clutching hole.
Together, king and pleasure specialist, they sank to the white pillows. Gently, the Hortian ruler kissed the short-haired blonde as if she were his first lover.
Chapter 7
Jocelyn and Cynda had been replaced by two servants (who were just that and not to be touched, Tomar warned) who brought rather large glasses of a pale amber wine. Sitting cross-legged and bare-ass naked among the white pillows, Ponkert sipped at the fermented brew and found it strangely reminiscent of a St. Emilion Bordeaux he had once discovered on Earth. The wine had basically the same effects of warming his stomach and mellowing his outlook on life.
"Tomar," he mused, lifting the glass for another flavorful sip, "there's something different about you. Something that doesn't seem to fit."
The ruler raised an eyebrow at his companion, but only "mmmmmed" a little.
Not wishing to let it go at that, Ponkert pursued his train of thought, "At first glance you seem native enough. But there's something definitely oddball about you. Like how could you celebrate and go whoring when your son has just been killed by a pack of wolves? Or where is your queen? Surely there is a queen?"
The ruler still made no comment, but only sipped at the amber liquid while staring at his companion over the edge of the glass.
"There's something about you which isn't what it seems. It's been gnawing at me--something you said--it'll come to me in a minute."
Tomar lowered his glass, resting it on a hairy thigh. "Alien--that's the word that fits you, Baron Ponkert-fits you like a glove!"
Ponkert's eyes met those of the king. "That's it! You described Cynda's ass as fitting like a surgeon's glove! Where on Keller are there surgeons that wear gloves! I bet you can't find one that washes his hands yet-let alone wears antiseptic gloves!"
"Perhaps not on Keller," Tomar answered, "but on Earth, the same place you learned of surgeon's gloves!"
Ponkert's eyes widened, but he made no comment.
"I'm as much an Earthman as you are. And I'll wager we arrived on Keller via the same means. The difference only lies in the twenty-five years I've had to adapt to this world and come to love it," Tomar said.
Ponkert searched his brain for any memories he had of missing rockets, but drew a blank.
"The name's Thomas Martin. Simple to shorten it to Tomar. My ship was The Wild Hare. The crash killed all the crew except me. I don't know how, but I thank the gods of Ulfblom for my life," the ruler explained.
Without further urging, Tom Martin, or Tomar as he requested to be called, also answered Ponkert's other questions. It seemed Cleve, the Prince of Hort, was actually the son of Hort's previous ruler. A ruler who had fallen under Tomar's challenging sword.
"For some reason, I always felt responsible for the boy's life and tried to raise him as my son," he said, sipping at the wine. "There was never any love lost between us. And lately the youth had been plotting my overthrow. The wolves simply did a task I would have had to do, if I were to remain king."
Tomar also explained that there had been a queen, Elf's mother, who had died in childbirth.
"You saved my Elfgwynne, Ponkert, or whatever your name happens to be," the king said. "My daughter is more precious to me than this whole planet--which is why I celebrate. I owe you a lot. Now tell me about yourself."
Ponkert briefly recounted the various adventures that had befallen him since the emergency landing on Keller. He also explained his search for the missing Jan.
"I will only be too glad to see that you are outfitted properly for your journey," Tomar said. "But my wisest advice would be for you to adapt as I did. I call upon the local gods. I also abide by the local customs--which brings me to a very important matter."
Ponkert glanced at the stern face that stared at him.
"Elfgwynne has told me you have refused to accept her pledge of service to you. Local customs dictate that you take her wherever you go. She is yours. Don't get me wrong; she's my only daughter and I have no want to see her go. But she is of age and it is her right!"
"And if I still refuse to accept her offer?" Ponkert questioned.
"Hopefully you won't. To refuse is the highest insult," the king answered. "For me to retain even a semblance of dignity, I would have to challenge you to a duel. This I would highly advise against. Because, you see, I've had twenty-five years of experience with handling the various blades of this planet, which you haven't. Despite my age, I suspect I'm both stronger and faster than you."
Smug in his knowledge of karate, though he would loath having to use it on his host, Ponkert replied, "That might be true, but perhaps you are underestimating me."
"That I might be doing," Tomar laughed. "If that were the case, I guess I'd have to put some of my old Earth learning to use. I was awarded my sandan before my last flight from Earth. I've been diligent about practising, too--a great asset on Keller."
Sandan. Ponkert gulped rather hard at the sound of the word. A third degree black belt in Karate! He only held a shodan, the first degree black belt. Tomar seemed to have tipped the scales very nicely, all in his favour.
"You leave me with little choice, friend Tomar," Ponkert grinned at the muscular king sheepishly. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather wait until tomorrow to make my decision."
"Fine!" Tomar nodded, draining his glass. "Now we have two other lovely ladies on tap that shouldn't be neglected."
Answering the echoing summons of Tomar's resounding hands, Leda and Mara moved the curtains aside and stepped into the room of white satin. Placing his wine aside, Ponkert let his eyes travel over the equally inviting curves of the two pleasure girls.
"Ponkert," the Hortian ruler spoke, glancing at his companion out of the side of his eyes. "I had first choice last time. Now it is your turn!"
Nodding appreciatively, Ponkert's gaze returned to the two beauties awaiting his decision. While the auburn-haired, bosomy Leda had her obvious attributes, the sultry Mara, posed seductively in her costume of an odalisque beckoned to him with unspoken words.
"It's a hard choice, my friend," Ponkert commented, "but since I must choose--I'll take Mara!"
Tomar's laughter boomed as his arms signalled the tremendous titted Leda to him, "A wise choice, my young baron. Mara is an expert in the two thousand and seven positions of the Antis Atla. While I seriously doubt that any man and woman could achieve the acrobatics described in the sacred book of love, Mara will make you think that all are possible!"
A somewhat lewd smile twisted the Earthman's lips as he watched the small Mara approach. The girl's walk, was one of a hunting tigress fully intent on seeking out and capturing her prey. There was no doubt that her prey was one Chadwick Ponkert the Third! Every muscle in the girl's supple body seemed to ripple, announcing that they were trained--trained to please--trained to please a man! Ponkert's groin stirred with lust as his eyes probed beneath the thin diaphanous cloth that veiled her body.
Then she was before him, her naturally red lips and black eyes alive with a smile that spelled out sexuality. Without a single word, her hands stretched behind her back, pushing away the waist length strands of raven black, shining hair and finding the clasp to the halter, hiding her breasts.
The girl twisted her shoulders slightly to help the fabric fall free. Smiling, she paused in her disrobing for a few seconds to allow the man seated at her feet to get a full view of her breasts. Which is exactly what Ponkert did. Unlike Jocelyn or Leda, his newest sex companion was not over-endowed with mammary equipment. This girl's tits were more in line with the size of apples--large, swollen-looking apples that promised to be firm and sweet. Two quiescent, deep brown, fleshy mushrooms slept innocently atop the proud balls, waiting to be aroused by the hands of a man. His hands!
Her dark eyes glinting from beneath their slightly slanted lids and long curving eyelashes, the small woman glided her palms slowly down her sides and rubbed them over her thighs. Her fingers then found the tops of her purple mesh-like briefs and slid them down. With no difficulty, the girl slipped from the briefs and the attached lavender see-through bloomers. She stood completely naked, except for a jewelled anklet that circled just above a small right foot.
Smiling down at the obviously interested Earthman, letting her eyes drop to briefly examine the jutting cock at his crotch, the girl said, "Tomar, my king, was wrong. All positions described in the Antis Atla can be achieved. However, there are those far more pleasurable than others!"
I am new to your land and know little of Hortian volumes of carnal delights," he answered.
The black-haired girl's smile grew larger, "While it is sad that you are not acquainted with the holy book of love, it will give me great pleasure to show you the various positions ... That is, if your stay in Hort will allow the time needed?"
"The offer is quite tempting, my little imp. But I'm afraid it would take years to explore the avenues you are offering," he smiled, reaching for the girl and gently pulling her before him on the white pillows. "For the time being, I will be satisfied with a sampling ... at your own choice."
"I will do my best to please," she replied, letting her fingertips dance over his thighs and finally teasingly trace the length of his erect prick. "Does the 'Seat of Love' sound acceptable to milord baron?"
"Very much so," he mused, allowing his own fingers to gently brush over the dark haloes of her small, but definitely interesting breasts. Hoping he had not just stepped into some attempt at a god-awful-impossible-pretzeled-rear-no-entry position, he continued. "What would you like me to do?"
"Nothing," she answered in a soft whisper. "All you need to do is to sit with your back against the wall, milord. I will do the rest."
Somewhat hesitant about the proposal, he gave up his playground of mammary flesh and scooted his ass and the pillow beneath backwards. "There! Up against the wall!"
"Now, relax," the pleasure expert commanded in a soothingly sexy voice. "Relax, and I will do the rest."
Knowing that she held his undivided attention, the girl grasped his legs and straightened them before him so that he was seated at a ninety degree angle. Then on her knees, she straddled his outstretched limbs and crawled forward. The thick black mat of down, brushed over her vulva, tickled his thighs as she approached.
Seated in his lap with his fully erect cock nestled in the fur on the outside of her mound of love, the girl reached down and gently stroked the rod jutting up toward the flatness of her belly. Her tender caresses fanned the fires that simmered in his groin.
Her fingers lightly moved over his thickening shaft. Brushing here and there over the smooth sensitive skin of his prick, her frosted fingernails scratched a pleasing agitation. Likewise, her other hand wedged itself between the intimate contact of their crotches and found his testicles. His breathing increased in deepness as her delightfully cool fingers encompassed his sac and traced little swirls over his scrotum.
While the girl lavished her manual dexterity over his cock and balls, his hands once again moved to the firm, proud balls that formed her breasts. His fingers glided over the summery flesh with the same gentleness with which she massaged his sex. Like a kitten, rather than a tigress, the raven-haired beauty straddling his legs purred under his titillating administrations.
Cupping the heaving tits, his fingers kneaded the resilient flesh. Around and around the miniature globes, he worked his digital magic, drawing aroused moans from the girl's lips. Her hand tightened around his pulsing rod as it began jerking up and down the swollen thickness of his lust.
Continuing his circular path, his fingers climbed upward toward the dark patches of flesh topping the firm hills. Then, when the still sleeping nipples were within striking distance, he directed the attention of his forefingers to the brown buds. Lightly he tapped at the small buttons of pleasure, enjoying the sight as they thickened and swelled. In rapid, friction-generating movements, his fingertips brushed around the hardening nipples until they stood out like firm mushrooms perched precariously on the sleek curvature of her breasts.
He smiled, noting the lust-laden gaze of the pleasure specialist under her half-closed eyelids. Then ducking his head slightly, he moved forward. His lips reached out and lightly kissed the two stiff cherries his fingers had created. The girl shivered with excitement under his oral touch.
With no warning at all, his lips opened and captured one of the alluring buds and he sucked, eliciting a series of prodigious moans from his partner. The oral manoeuver also freed one of his hands to join the girl's, which still skilfully did their best to ignite every bit of pleasure they were capable of bringing.
Sliding his hand behind the tight grasp she held on his throbbing manhood, his fingers wove their way through the forest of black, shining pubic hairs furred over her vulva. With little difficulty, the probing tip of his index finger dipped to the top of the pouting mouth of her cunt. Teasingly, he entered the open gash, wetting his finger with the heated juices flowing from her cunt.
The girl's body quivered visibly as his seeking finger delved between the moist lips of her pussy. Sweeping waves of sensual arousement coursed through her sleek thighs in anticipation of the intimate contact that would come next.
She didn't have to wait long for the pleasure she sought. Edging his way back toward the top of the trembling cleft of her sex, his touch found the rising bulge of her clitoris. Manipulating the sensitive little nubbin of lust, he cajoled it out from beneath the thin membrane that hooded it. Beginning with soft brush-like strokes he played with the extending little button until he rolled it lasciviously in the wetness of her own excitement.
The tender attention he paid to her clit brought the results he sought. The girl's breathing was now hard and deep. Intent little whimpers of desire were constant on her lips. Her pelvis gyrated slowly against his hand, urging him to harder and more fervent explorations.
As he prepared to oblige the woman's heightening need, she suddenly pulled away from him. She panted and moaned under the desire that burned within her body.
"No more--please," she pleaded between sucking intakes of breath. "You will bring me to climax in no time this way--and I have other pleasures planned for you."
A very pleased grin spread across the Earthman's face as he nodded his approval of the girl's abrupt withdrawal. Without commenting further, she placed her hands on his shoulders and rose above him on trembling legs. The fleeting position allowed his eyes a brief glimpse of the results of his arousing foreplay. The black pubic patch of her cunt now glistened with the traces of the thick juices that filled and prepared her vagina for what was to come next.
But what came next left his mind boggled with amazement. His years of sexual adventures had left him unprepared for the strange and very exciting method by which this small girl was proposing to fuck.
Still seated with his back against the white wall of satin, the raven-haired lovely stood above him. The damp down of her mound of pleasure tickled among the dark hairs of his chest. Glancing up, his eyes were held by those of his alluring companion. She, in turn, eyed the erect pole of flesh that pulsated hard and thick from his crotch.
The 'Seat of Love,' milord," she announced rather shakily.
Then without further comment, she began lowering herself toward the glistening crown of the erect rod. Using the expert fingers of her right hand, she reached down and guided the waiting rod to the descending lips of her pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been trained in the sensual arts of the Antis Atla. Easily, she positioned the unyielding column of meat in the warm lips of her labia. Then in one fluid motion that took his breath away, her hot pussy dropped, impaling itself on his manliness. She grunted with pleasure under the swift invasion.
The dumbfounded Earthman opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to find the words that expressed his amazement for the task this diminutive beauty had just performed!
There was nothing unusual in having a woman seated in his lap with his cock deeply entrenched in her cunt. Nor was it unusual for him to fuck with the woman taking the normal male position on top. But the way this most talented woman was fucking him was unusual--highly unusual!
To begin with, she wasn't seated in his lap. She was squatted over his crotch with his cock jammed into the tight well of her vagina and the warm curves of her ass brushing at his thighs. She smiled as his eyes locked in on the fully exposed joining of prick and pussy.
Despite the fact that this small woman, even though a specialist at her trade--or art as the case was--was squatted before him, he couldn't believe it was possible. The girl's legs were pressed at his sides, touching the wall behind him. Her hands were locked on his shoulders for support. As impossibly double-jointed as it seemed, it was happening. And it was happening to him!
But before he could accustom himself to this strange and highly erotic position, impossibility number two happened.
His cock was suddenly squeezed by a grasp that could only be described as hand-like. Not only was this girl double-jointed as an acrobat, but the muscles of her vagina were trained to take hold of a man and capture him in a vise grip of pure sensation
Totally unbelieving and fully engrossed in the abilities of this beauty, he did the only thing that he could. He groaned--long and low and satisfied.
His eyes drifted closed as the girl, washed new waves of pleasure through his body. She wiggled her hips a little and settled even further down on his demanding prick. Firmly implanted in the liquid heat of her cunt, the girl's vaginal muscles once more seized his pulsing length. Another groan was pulled from the depths of his throat.
When his eyes finally opened, they were met by the searching gaze of his companion. He smiled and the girl returned the smile, knowing her trained abilities were serving their purpose.
It was then that he realized that the unusual position also afforded him something that no other situation of man and woman had ever given him before-- full range to manipulate his partner's clit and breasts, at the same time.
Eagerly, his mouth found one of the lovely little tits and began to nibble and suck at one of the deliciously plump dark nipples. Simultaneously, he positioned one of his idle hands over the opposite, unoccupied ball of flesh and kneaded it earnestly. The girl's moans returned to her lips under the renewed fondling. They once again turned to ardent groans as his fingers found the mouth of her sex and the extended penis-imitating clit.
The girl tensed and the velvet-covered steel muscles of her cunt clamped along his sexual lance. Her cuntal muscles were superbly trained and under the control of an expert at their use.
Seated as he was, the Earthman could do little more than continue lavishing her tits and clit with caresses, both oral and manual. It's rather difficult to pump one's self into a cunt squatted above one's thighs, but he didn't mind. Not in the least!
Relaxing the strong grasp on his shaft, the girl before and on him began to move. With soft, silken insistence the warm walls of her vaginal channel eased his cock from side to side. Through a mouthful of captured tit, he moaned. She began a slow, rhythmic contraction of pussy, drawing his breaths in short staccato bursts.
In a vain attempt, he tried to thrust up into the fantastic channel above him. But his hips were pinned into the cushion of the pillow beneath by the girl's weight. While her legs pressing warmly at the sides of his chest did little to inhibit rocking his hips back and forth, there was no need for such action. The girl's well-trained pussy did a much finer and enjoyable job.
Adding to the already multiple sensations provided by the 'Seat of Love,' the pleasure girl started to slowly rotate her hips. His trapped rod moved with her body in long circles of languor. Following her action, he increased the toying of his fingers on her clit. Almost in a chain-reaction, the girl increased the speed of her squatting gyrations.
His balls were afire with boiling lust as the girl twisted and churned her pelvis, whipping his aching cock around in the elastic folds of her cunt. Faster and faster she worked and his fingers kept time with her every move. In a desperate move, he pulled his mouth from the firm breast that stuffed it to stop from being suffocated. He groaned loudly as his mouth was freed from the ponderous mass of flesh. Her own moans mixed and mingled with the sounds of the man she fucked in such a provocative manner.
Abruptly, the girl added one more sensation of her sexual method. Using the leverage of legs, braced securely against the wall, she began to raise and lower herself on to his throbbing swollen column of sex.
There was absolutely no movement on his part. The girl, lost in lust and desire to please the man she serviced, was fucking herself on his cock. He didn't mind in the least. Instead, he relaxed, as, best as a man could relax under such situations, and enjoyed every moment of it!
Squeezing and grasping, the steamy folds of her hot cunt milked the full length and circumference of his shaft. Each hand-like tightening of her muscle-toned cunt brought lust-filled groans from the Earthman. Twisting and turning, she whipped his bludgeoning pole around and around within the deep recesses of her vaginal channel. The swirling motion drove him on to a fervid pitch of lust. He grunted and squeezed at the ball of flesh held securely to the girl's chest. Her cries of pleasure rolled from her lips as she worked and fucked at a zealous rate.
Rising and falling, she pumped and drilled the thick, lust-gorged shaft of his manhood deep into the tunnel of her belly. Wetly, her crotch slapped against his, as her buttocks bounced on his taut thighs.
As his dick swelled under her fanatical attentions, the surging demands of his release blasted at his self-control like waves against a dam. Her hips gave a quick twist and her pelvis leaped up until the barest contact of cock and cunt was left. Then she dropped, plummeting herself along the pulsating cylinder of his shaft. The impact was like that of a piledriver, sending further sexual jarrings to his weakening balls.
First encircling him in quivering, velvety, swirling, squeezing cunt, then wrenching free so that only the super-sensitive crown of his prick remained within her--then she descended, shooting his rod into her quickly.
Holding himself back until the black-haired beauty whimpered and cried as her body was jolted with blast after blast of her own orgasmic universe, he came. As she swirled her contracting cunt around his pounding cock, trying to drain every ounce of pleasure out of it she could, he blew his balls off deep into the fiery interior of her belly.
A veritable lava flow of steamy hot white cream spewed from his testicles like a geyser. Pleasure spasms controlled his body as he thrashed and writhed under the prolonged release of his lust. Spurt after blazing fountain of sperm and semen pushed its way up the narrow shaft drilled down the centre of his prick, searing its full length with ecstasy as it rushed forth. The sensitive crown of his rod was washed in sexual fire that scalded him in pleasure as he emptied his thick load of come into the willing girl.
Jet after jet of his love juices rocketed out from his groin, splattering and coating the contracting walls of the girl's cock-gratified pussy. So much did he overload the quivering trembling slash of her sex, that his own come oozed out from the clingy lips of her cunt and dripped over the tightly drawn sac at his scrotum, drenching it.
Drained and exhausted from her own tumultuous release, the small pleasure-trained woman, who had so ably fucked the hell out of him, weakly rolled from her squatting position and collapsed in the billowy pillows at their side. Only the wall that had supported him throughout the whole fantastic ordeal stopped him from following suit and lying limply at her side.
Only when their duet of satisfied panting and moaning subsided to some semblance of normal breathing, did Ponkert reach out and pull the still quivering Mara to his side. Neither Earthman nor Hortian pleasure girl could do more than cling to each other as they stared through pleasure-dulled eyes to King Tomar and his second companion of the evening, Leda, who were cuddled in a similar manner across the white room.
"You provide a damn good show, my young baron," the brawny ruler cajoled. "Enough so that I might have you put on a performance at my next feast. Would beat the hell out of some pansy-worded minstrel!"
"I'm afraid a public performance would deflate my pubic one," Ponkert answered. "Would have more shock value if you dropped your own drawers and heartily tapped one of the ladies of the court, my lecherous liege!"
Tomar's bawdy laughter rolled out of his mouth from the depths of his barrel-like chest, "Are you in a wagering mood, my friend Ponkert? A thousand silver bobs says I can get Leda off before you can bring Mara!"
"You old reprobate!" Ponkert grinned. "How could a penniless baron wager such a sum? If you need an excuse to fuck her again, just go ahead. But this time, I'm just a spectator"
"I think perhaps I should've tested your endurance before bestowing a title on your head," the Hortian king laughed. "But if that is your decision, I will seek my own sport!"
With a snort of mock-disgust, the muscular ruler rolled to his broad side and queried the auburn-headed and titantic-titted Leda, "How are those titillating breasts of yours?"
Realizing the rulers intent, the seductively posed girl flicked her tongue over her lips and replied, "Ignored, milord. They never seem to get the attention that their size deserves"
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it wasn't ladylike to brag, woman?" he questioned.
"Who ever said I was a lady?" the pleasantly plump girl answered, cupping a hand under one of the tantalizing over-sized jugs and shoving it toward her royal bed partner.
"Hmmmmmm?" he mused, eyeing the tempting portion of woman flesh so willingly offered, "Don't mind if I do."
He eagerly grabbed her and began devouring her overstocked supply of titflesh with his ready mouth. Lips and tongue coursed over the generously proportioned mounds of quivering, juggling breasts. Intent on completely eating one of the mountainous mammaries, he crammed as much of one of the gigantic orbs into his mouth as he could. Loud slurping sounds filled the room.
Playfully, his teeth lightly bit into the marshmallowy pillow, then he increased his pressure. The girl whimpered with pleasure as the familiar feeling of pain and delight rippled through her excited body. As his tongue probed hard against the brownish mushroom-like nipple topping the billowy mountain, one of his bands reached up and clutched her unoccupied tit. In almost brutal fashion, his fingers dug into the soft pliable flesh, leaving red imprints to mark his manhandling.
When his mouth tired of its perch atop the tasty mountainous tit, he moved his attentions to the silken valley spread between the two enormous breasts. Writhing and moaning with delight, the girl hugged his head as his tongue licked over the tepid skin it found. Eventually, the king's mouth worked its way out of the pleasurable valley and nibbled up the sleek contour of her opposite tit. Within a few moments there was no doubt who was king of this fleshy mountain of desire.
"Fuck me!" The girl writhed and twisted beneath the oral assault. "Please let me feel that huge stallion's cock of yours!"
The brawny man pulled his mouth away from the girl and grinned lustily down at her desire-veiled eyes. His fingers teasingly tweaked at her desire-fattened nipples.
"Fuck you, I will, wench," he leered. "But this time, it will be my way! My cock will ravish and rape these delightfully pretty tits!"
Aroused moans came from the girl at the mere suggestion of his intention.
Ponkert, who watched from the sidelines, wondered if Tomar's chestnut-haired beauty shared the same tit sensitivity as Jocelyn. One thing that was certain, the Hortian king was going to find out!
Without hesitating further, Tomar pushed himself up and straddled the wanton woman who stretched out atop one of the white pillows. Locking her trembling body between his powerful legs, he seated himself just below the bulging mountains of her breasts. Quivering in anticipation, she reached and directed his hands to her ample jugs. Lewdly grinning, he leaned forward on the twin watermelons of flesh trying to flatten them. In reaction, the girl writhed and groaned.
Next his hands forced the super-sized mounds together. He worked and played to his heart's content. And there was a lot for him to work with! The white, resilient flesh quivered and trembled as he molded and sculpted the pliable flesh as if it were living putty. Eventually, and with the help of the girl's own hands that had joined his, the reddish-brown-tipped mountains were pressed tightly together, awaiting the promised tit fucking they both wanted.
Moving his hands to either side of the girl's head, the enormous man hung above his partner. His hips eased forward until the thick tip of his manhood nudged at the tight crease between the tremendous tits.
Then in one powerful, surging thrust, he invaded, plowing a small tunnel of pleasure through the tightly held pillows of flesh. Grunting and groaning, he forced his way between the two breasts and the red crown of his prick emerged on the far side. Man and woman, king and pleasure girl, moaned under the blasts of desire that raced through their bodies.
The tight confines of her breasts closed in, hot and pulsing, around his swollen cock. The girl began kneading and shoving her tits closer together. The constriction increased and he felt the soft flesh clamp down along his entire throbbing length.
His bands securely anchored in the softness of the pillow beneath them, he pulled his aching ramrod back out the tit-walled tunnel, then pistoned forward for another trip through the lust-igniting tunnel. The friction of cock against breast incited a fresh chorus of moans and groans from the both of them.
Without warning, he stepped up the frequency of his thrusts. His desire-thickened shaft battered at the girl's breasts harder and harder. Within a few short seconds her breathing came in a volley of short desperate gasps. In spite of his tremendous weight, she bowed her back and lifted her tits upward in an attempt to more fully encompass the captive shaft of his sex.
Again and again, he slammed home until her hyper-sensitive tits drove her over the threshold of endurance into the twisting, writhing throes of ecstasy. Her piteous cries of pleasure filled the room. But rather than ceasing his attack, the wanton release of his partner only drove the king on. He surged in and out of the now hot and sweat-lubricated channel between her breasts. Over and over he drilled his fleshy tool until she wailed in a high-pitched voice announcing that she had once more been whipped into orgasm.
When at last her eyes fluttered open from her second release, she smiled up at the man still pumping his swollen, angry-looking cock between her tits. Amazed, she saw he had yet to reach his own release.
Craning her neck, she watched as the fiery piston of pleasure drove in and out of the tight-pressed tunnel. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over the lust-gorged glans of the shaft. It was his turn to groan.
As the friction-reddened rod plunged through the fleshy channel again, the girl's mouth opened and accepted it. Her tongue speared at the thick crown, trying to enter the tiny pinprick bole at the centre of the bludgeoning arrowhead.
With such an inviting target at the end of each stroke through the caressing tunnel of tit, he increased the speed of his rhythm. Pounding, he drove forward, then wrenched back. He slid through her breasts and plunged into the open entrance to her mouth.
She sucked and licked at him, lavishing a flourish of oral caresses each time his cock presented itself to her lips. Her excited breathing caused the gap between her super jugs to open and close as her chest heaved. As she exhaled, the path closed and he drove forward with such force that his balls slammed into the milk white slopes. The turgid head of his cock emerged at the opposite end of the tunnel and shot into her mouth. He pulled away as she inhaled, and slithered back out the amply padded channel.
Although her combination of oral and breast caresses were directed at bringing her royal lover to a climax, the virile feel of his hard length ramming between her tits and his bulbous organ throbbing alive in her mouth ignited another orgasm in her already pleasure wracked body. White hot lances of delight seared through the open nerve endings of her being as she abandoned herself in another release.
Grunting under his own need to release the blazing load of his balls, the ruler pumped recklessly into the soft tunnel of her chest. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he lanced his way through the friction-heated path. His groans and moans grew to bull-like roars as the hard knot of his desire forced its way through the pulsing length of his manhood.
His bestial grunts brought the girl quickly back from the oblivion of her ecstasy. Again her eyes opened and her neck strained up to allow her mouth to possess the ramrodding piston of lust.
Her actions came just in time. The first spurts of his coming blasted forth from the slit in the end of his cock as her lips touched the exploding glans. Simultaneously, her hands released the hold she held on her breasts. The movement allowed him to slide fully into the welcoming shelter of her mouth to unleash the pent up load he carried in his balls.
The girl's lips clamped tightly around the thick circumference of his shaft as she accepted him. She sucked and ate at the meaty stalk of sex as the man above her lurched and trembled with pleasure.
Working double-time to keep from drowning in the ocean of semen and sperm, he gratefully blasted into her mouth. She swallowed, carrying the thick cream to her belly. Her head bobbed and her throat twitched as she strove to drink every heated drop of his come. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his burning jism, and then sucked hard at his swollen organ as if begging for more.
Finally, the king's release-weakened arms gave way and he twisted to stop from collapsing on the willing girl beneath him. The sudden action wrenched his detumescent cock from her mouth and a trail of semen dribbled down her chin. Through pleasure-laden eyes, he watched as her pink tongue curled out and artfully corralled the wayward droplets. Capturing the white pearls of come, her tongue returned to her mouth and she once more swallowed. A very contented smile crossed her face.
Weakly, the ruler raised himself to his elbows after regaining a portion of his strength. He grinned at Ponkert who sat with Mara watching the whole sexual feat.
"Tis a shame you would not bet. I'd have a handsome purse of silver now," Tomar chuckled. "I counted no less than nine orgasms from her. Possibly ten!"
"Ten?" the fully-sated Leda questioned at his side. "Ten, milord? There were only four. Possibly five, but ... "
Grunting, the brawny Tomar rolled the girl over and swatted the plump ass he had upturned, "By the gods of Ulfblom! Am I to stay here all night and argue with you, wench? You were too busy, to count! Must I bring you ten more times so you'll know what it's like?"
The girl twisted her head and smiled coyly from beneath the auburn locks of her hair. "Would you, milord?"
Snorting in disgust, his palm applied another stinging swat to her ass cheeks. "Enough, I said!"
Turning back to Ponkert, he continued, "They can't get enough in this damned place! They'd have screwed me into an early grave if I'd have given them half the chance!"
Unable to speak because of his laughter, Ponkert just nodded his head in acceptance of the king's words.
Rising from his seat in the white pillows, Tomar called for his clothes. Two serving girls answered the summons and began dressing him.
"Come along, Baron Ponkert," he urged the Earthman. "Forget that willowy piece of fluff you're fondling. I know this other pleasure house down the street where ... "
Chapter 8
"Ponkert, look! There--by the roadside--a rose!" Elf's excited words drew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since his emergency landing on this strange planet.
Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthman watched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted toward the deep red bloom.
He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar had provided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortian pleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances of Keller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision not to take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death--especially when there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge the victor from such a battle.
He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald king of that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lock swords with Tomar.
Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomar outfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword, battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steel that would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe.
Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuable during their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of the terrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanship had provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Not to mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth of information about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on the backs of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations of various sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller's development. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends and myths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelict colonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten by the mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residents had known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Of course, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan.
He fully realized places like Hort, and people like Tomar and his daughter Elf, would be the losers if such a venture succeeded, but then this was a dog-eat-dog universe and if he didn't look out for himself, nobody else would!
"Look, Chad!" Elf panted as she remounted her mankil, which bore the name Harl. Unlike his own Richard, Harl was a stunted animal and entirely docile.
"This is quite a rarity." the hazel-eyed girl exclaimed, holding the carmine flower out for his examination. "This rose grows wild in the forest of Hogue, but are seldom found. Some say the petals can be crushed and the slightest drop mixed with wine forms a powerful elixir--an aphrodisiac."
Ponkert smiled at his impish companion, "What would you want with a love potion?"
"Milord, I have no need of such a brew," she glared somewhat contemptuously at him. "But there are those that do!"
Her heels nudged her mount forward without another word. The girl's eyes stared straight ahead as she settled to the back of her mankil. The rest of the day's journey continued in much the same manner. The silence irritated him for some strange reason. Even when he suggested they stop for the night, she merely grunted and gave a curt nod of her head.
As he bedded their mounts down for the night, the girl went about lighting a small fire and laying out their equipment. With Richard and the diminutive Harl safely hobbled, he announced his plans of scouting the area for direwolf spoor. In reply, Elf curtly informed him of her intention of bathing in a stream running about a hundred yards from their campsite, and that if he needed anything further from her, he could find her easily enough.
More than a little perplexed by her attitude, the Earthman strolled off into the dense forest surrounding the small clearing in which they had made their camp. He had obviously said something that had insulted the girl and now she was retaliating by denying him her companionship. Not quite the way for a woman who had offered her life to him to act. Although he tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she had presented, it still bothered him for some reason which he couldn't explain.
Trying to take his mind off the girl, he pulled his sword from its scabbard and took a couple of swipes at an imaginary opponent that suddenly appeared before him. The imaginary villain deftly done in by his expert swordsmanship, Ponkert carefully examined, the fine workmanship that went into the blade. Laying the sword aside on the ground, he pulled out his battle-axe and admired it. Although he had yet to use the weapons, they gave him a feeling of security in this world of knights, kings and fair damsels in distress.
At last he slipped his favourite gift from Tomar from its metal sheath, as he placed the battle-axe on the ground next to his sword. The weapon was a long dagger that looked more like a bowie knife than anything else. It was of Tomar's own design and, like the other two blades, a figure of a half-man, half-wolf was etched into its silvered steel near the hilt. A werewolf! Tomar's own reminder of his destroyed ship. Also symbolic of the pack of direwolves he had defeated to save Elf, the king had explained.
Unclasping his cumbersome cape and laser pistol holster, also provided by Elf's grateful father, and laying them on the ground, the Earthman balanced the dagger in his hand. Again an imaginary opponent appeared from out of the forest. Grinning he jumped at the mock foe, whose size and strength rivalled that of King Kong. Stabbing and lashing in a brilliant show of dexterity, the imagined villain was vanquished in a matter of moments.
Smiling, self-assured, Ponkert stepped back and admired his skill with the blade. His grin abruptly faded when an ear-splitting scream pierced the silent forest.
The cry for help had not faded before, the Earthman, clutching his dagger was racing through the thick brambles toward the source of distress-Elf!
Reaching the edge of the small pond, he was immediately met by the sight of a monstrous snake writhing and splashing near the shore to his left. Elf, struggling uselessly, was caught in the thickness of the creature's green and brown splotched rings. The gigantic snake, a waterboa, was methodically crushing the life from her body.
Hollowness filled him as he rushed forward toward the encoiled woman. His foolishness in the woods had left him armed with only the dagger he clutched in his right hand. A feeble weapon with which to slay a seventeen foot monster that had just slithered up from the swamps of hell!
With only the thought of freeing the girl from the twisting body, Ponkert lashed out at the hell-creature. The blade struck a deep groove in the shining green near one of its eyes. The action brought what he wanted, the snake's attention was diverted from Elf momentarily.
Like an unholy living whip of flesh, the waterboa's great triangular head struck out, its gaping mouth snapping closed on Ponkert's forearm. While the beast lacked the teeth that normally line a mouth, it had two wickedly curved fangs which it used to hold its prey. It was these that savagely sunk into the Earthman's arm, burning like twin daggers.
Transferring his blade to his left hand, Ponkert's right hand closed around the thick scaly neck of the creature, gripping as tight as possible to stop those dangerous fangs from adding further torment. Connected fangs in his flesh and a hand grasping its neck, the dagger-armed man began to step backwards in a straight line to avoid the coils that slithered free from Elf as the devil-snake turned all its attentions to the new challenge.
Repeatedly, the bowie knife-like dagger slashed out trying to cut its way into the white underside of the snake. The damage the Earthman inflicted was slight. Armor-like scales deflected the main impact of Ponkert's blows before the sharp point of his knife could sink into the vital flesh beneath.
Its bloated trunk completely free of Elf, the snake now whipped its heavy body forward, trying to ensnare its newest prey in its deadly twisting coils. Ponkert's legs carried him above the ensnarling living whip time and time again. However, he realized it was only a matter of time before the results of this uneven match became evident and he fell victim to the creature's deadly, crushing embrace.
His attention turned back to the snake's head. Again and again, he tried to drive the flashing blade into the loathsome eyes of the writhing creature. But again and again, his attempts were in vain, as the ponderous monster twisted and coiled away from the striking tooth of steel. Ponkert held back his want to scream out in agony, as the snake's movements twisted the fangs still held in his bleeding arm.
Almost before he realized what had happened, a slithering coil trapped his right leg. He went down to his knees, prepared for the ponderous mass of snake that would soon encompass his body. But before it could lash out with its ensnaring rings of scaled death, Ponkert felt a violent shock transmitted through the snake's mouth. The Earthman's eyes flashed up and saw Elf lifting a huge rock above her head. The rock descended with a fleshy thud onto the snake's thick back.
The new attack from the rear was all that was needed to again divert the monster's attention. Taking advantage of the opening given to him, Ponkert drove his blade forward, slicing it into the creature's eye. He felt the slight resistance of bone, then the dagger drove into the brain.
In an unearthly scream, the gargantuan opened its mouth, freeing its fangs from the arm it had held. Geysers of thick green blood boiled from the pit that had once contained its eye, as Ponkert scrambled back. Screaming again the monster convulsed and collapsed dead on the bank of the stream, its huge coils continued to quiver in reflex action.
Shaking visibly from the near-death encounter, Ponkert called out to the girl, who dropped her rock on the monster for one last time, "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Elf replied, her voice going at full quiver. "But your arm?"
Before he knew it, the girl was at his side, leading him into the cold stream. Her hands urged him to sink into the washing current.
"It's not poisonous," she said rinsing the blood and grime from his wound. "But it needs to be cleaned and bandaged to stop infection."
He didn't protest, but insisted that she also look after any possible injuries she might have sustained. Following his directions, she dipped into the water and washed the muck of the fight from her body. A body that Ponkert suddenly realized was nude!
"Nothing but a few bruises that will be sore in the morning. Nothing to worry about," she announced.
He nodded and smiled. As the girl helped him from the water, he realized that his first impressions of Elf, and those he had made during their week together, were completely off base.
Any thoughts he had gathered that Elfgwynne of Hort was a young, undeveloped tomboy were completely dispelled by her nakedness. As his eyes travelled over her pleasing curves while they walked back to the campsite, he realized that it was this girl's subtle beauty that had been slowly insinuating itself into his psyche during the past week and had caused his recent worry.
Elf was young, but far from underdeveloped. She was merely small boned. Her bare body presented the picture of a delicate, finely crafted Dresden china doll. Her lithe body moved in the regal grace he had first detected that day after he had defeated the direwolves. Her shoulders were thrust back fully displaying two firm, proud breasts that heaved as she breathed. Two delightfully pink, blossom-like nipples were prominently placed at the tips of the fleshy cones. While her breasts were nothing like the super tits of Jocelyn or Leda at the House of White Satin, they were far from lacking. They were high and firm with slightly upturned blushing nipples. In proportion with the rest of her body, they matched perfectly.
Her legs were just long and supple enough to be described as elegant. Her calves held a soft, muscular look and her thighs were fully developed, holding the strength to grasp and please a man. As they reached the blazing glow of the campfire, his eyes were drawn to the downy patch of chestnut fur that bushed below the sleek plain of her flat stomach. The flickering flames were caught in the droplets of water still held there and were ignited like a thousand sparkling gems.
Elfgwynne of Hort was definitely not a tomboy, his mind repeated. She was a woman! And a very desirable one!
"Do you think I need an aphrodisiac to win a man?" she questioned as he sat on the ground near the fire.
Reading the seriousness in her almost green hazel eyes, he suddenly realized the reason for Elf's earlier coldness. An expert woodsman, an expert swordsman and raised by her father, the girl had become a tomboy to the point of even wearing her hair cut short in the rough shaggy hairdo. But she was a woman and knew it. Still her almost manly life had left doubts in her mind about her womanhood and her powers of attraction for the opposite sex.
"No," he assured her in a soft but determined voice. "You have absolutely no need of that rose you found today."
"Are you sure?" she questioned, as she wrapped a white bandage around his forearm and tied it securely.
"Yes," he replied letting his eyes linger over the gentle curves of her body a little longer than necessary. "You are very beautiful. Probably far much more than you realize."
"And I have no need of the rose?" she continued
"None at all," he smiled.
"Good," she grinned, then changing the subject. "You're shivering!"
"It's the coolness of the night and these soaking wet clothes," he answered.
"Get out of them and get into your bedroll. That'll get you warm," she commanded.
Following her directions, he lifted himself from the ground and walked to his laid-out bedroll. With a little bit of diff1culty caused by his stiffening arm, he managed to strip down to his home-made jock strap, then prepared to climb into the soft bed.
"Get that off, too!" Elf ordered from behind him. "I don't want you catching a cold."
Glancing over his shoulder, he sheepishly grinned at the girl, realizing he had never fully stripped before her during their week together. But shrugging his shoulders, he pulled the jock strap and nutcup down, and dropped it atop the pile of his other clothes.
Elf walked to his side and gathered up the wet clothing and began laying it out before the fire to dry as he once again prepared to get into his sleeping bag.
"Did you know that these sleeping bags are of a special design?" she suddenly questioned.
"No," he answered, studying the bedroll with a puzzled look.
"They are," she continued in a nonchalant voice. "They are designed so they can be fastened together into one large bag--big enough to hold two people."
His groin lurched at the words that he had just heard and he turned to the girl still arranging his clothes by the fire.
Somewhat unbelieving and astonished, he questioned, "Elf, am I reading you right? Or did you just proposition me?"
Innocently, her eyes met his and she replied, "I know nothing of propositions, but there is a tradition in Hort that if a man saves a young woman from danger, he has the right ... "
"... to bed the woman," he finished her statement. "Yes, I know. I've had a run in with that custom."
The sorrel-haired Hortian princess went on, "Twice now you have saved me from death and yet you have refused to exercise your privilege. I think that I have need of my rose."
"You don't have to use that damned flower," he said, trying to think of some polite way of telling this girl, that had just offered to jump into bed with him, that he had never seen her as a woman before.
"Is it because I'm a virgin that you find me so unattractive," she puzzled.
Virgin! The word blasted through his mind leaving him slightly more than a little unsure and confused. Fumbling for some answer, he blurted out, "A sleeping bag in the middle of the forest is no place to be offering your maidenhead. Besides, your father is a close friend of mine, what would he think?"
The words sounded every bit as foolish to him as they were. Here was a very sexy and attractive girl offering her cherry and it had him flustered!
"Tomar would be happy!" she exclaimed. "He says I should have been lain years ago. But most men are afraid of him and what he would do. They were less a man for their fears. I wouldn't want them touching me, much less endure their lovemaking!"
Suddenly faced with the realization that he was about to have his first confrontation with a virgin in a very large number of years, he walked to the girl still kneeling by the fire.
"Would you like to show me how to put these sleeping bags together?" he said, holding his hand down to her.
The helping hand wasn't needed. A bundle of very pleased and very lovely almost-a-woman sprang up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips pressed against his in a loud and wet kiss.
"Thank you" she whispered. "I knew you would be the one. I knew it!"
He grinned into the sparkling eyes before him, "I'm the one that should be thanking you. It's not often I get an offer this hard to refuse ... "
Her lips smothered his once again and her tongue flicked over his tongue.
When at last she pulled away, he continued. "Somehow, I get the feeling that your father had some hand in this!"
"Oh, he did! As we left he said that if I returned a virgin from this trip, he would disown me!" she laughed. "Now warm yourself by the fire while I prepare the sleeping bags."
Slipping herself from his arms, she trotted to the bags and began to button them together. Completed, she slid into the one gigantic bag and signalled him to join her.
Chuckling to himself in disbelief, he did just that, thinking, I'm about to deflower this lovely, enticing girl to stop her from being disowned. The rationalization did little good, and soon was forgotten as he felt Elf's warm body snuggled against his side.
"I want you," she whispered softly in his ear.
His lips covered hers in answer. Teasingly his tongue parted her willing lips and darted into the warm sweetness of her mouth. As their tongues toyed and played with one another, his hands roved over the sleek, smoothness of her body, soothing and gentling her; yet at the same time, letting her know that he knew what was coming next and would lead her into pleasures that had lain dormant in her young body.
His every movement was slow and deliberate, allowing her time to get used to a man's caressing hand on her body. He had no intention of raping this girl who so openly offered herself to him. Tenderness was the key word to his foreplay. He was in no rush to ravish her. They had the night for their love-making, and if it took that long to have everything right, he would take it.
Unlike so many ignorant husbands back on Earth, he realized that his performance, not hers was what mattered tonight. The first sexual experience for a woman determined what would develop and grow later. For the man who hopped on, stuck it in and blew his balls, there was the reward of a totally cold, frustrated woman who hated the very thought of having sex. But for the man who was willing enough to care of his woman, to take the needed time to soothe her fears and understand the strangeness of the first sexual encounter, there was a woman waiting that enjoyed and needed sex as much as he did.
It was this knowledge that guided Ponkert's every motion. His mouth left her lips only when her breathing increased and she was ready for further stimulations. Then his lips, tongue, and teeth teased and taunted their way over the gentle slopes of her neck and shoulders.
When her moans deepened with desire and her body writhed its softness against his, he allowed his hands to tenderly slip from her back and arms, and lightly cup the young cones of her firm breasts. Likewise, there was no roughness to his manipulations. Soothingly, his palms and fingers stroked the silken-softness at the base of the twin peaks until they heaved with desire for his touch. Then he prolonged the light swirling of his experienced fingers as they travelled up the trembling mounds. His deliberately slow titillation of this willing girl brought whimpers of delight from her lips as his fingertips sought and found the quiescent nipples perched atop her proud breasts.
Awakened to the touch of a man, her body strained to increase its closeness to his. Trembling and quivering with a new found arousal, she moaned and nibbled at his ear, letting him know that what he was doing was good.
But all the pleasure was not hers. As he gave, he received. Aside from the fact that he had one hell of a desirable woman beside him, and one who wanted him, he was filled with the fact that he was igniting never-before-felt emotion and desire within her. Feelings and desires he understood and helped her to attain to the fullest.
Moving downward with his mouth, his lips and tongue replaced his hands on her sensually warming breasts. Once again she gave a series of whimpering little pleasure cries as his tongue lavished soft caresses over and around the sensitive buttons that his fingers had brought to a plump hard stiffness. When at last he sucked at the sweetness of her breasts, he did so gently, but with enough force that she knew he desired her as much as she did him. Moaning in deep satisfaction, her back arched to him trying to force more of the willing flesh into his mouth. An offer which he did his best to accommodate.
While his mouth busied her now fully sexually fired breasts, his hands stroked up and down the velvet like curves of her sides. As his fingers moved toward the firm flat plain of her young stomach, he soothingly danced little swirls to calm the quivering anticipation of the unknown. Easily, his hand and fingers played and reassured her for his next moves.
Slowly, but with gentle determination, he allowed one of his hands to slide to the summery warmth of her supple thighs. The girl moaned with the new intimate contact of his exploring hands, realizing he was inching his way closer and closer to his ultimate goal. He fondled and teased the outside of her thigh until her legs spread to him, voluntarily and completely under their own desire. But still he soothed and assured her, not wishing to move in too soon.
Far from remaining motionless, her hands explored the muscular expanse of his broad back. She was thrilled as she felt the thick muscles roll beneath the manly feel of his skin. Almost in imitating fashion, she allowed her hands to follow the direction of his.
Lovingly she caressed the fullness of his shoulders, then drifted her fingers to the forest of hairs sprouting on his chest. Tickling her way through the curly mat, she found his nipples as he had found hers. Lightly rolling them with the tips of her fingers, enjoying feeling them come alive under her ministrations and grow to hard little pebbles of desire.
Unhesitant about her explorations, she followed the path his hands were taking on her body, only on his. Her hands glided softly down his sides and played among the hairs on his hard stomach. Likewise, she rubbed the warmth of his thigh and even allowed her fingers to trace over the contours of his taut buttocks. Her pleasure soared as he moaned and pressed tightly against her. Gooseflesh rippled along her body as she felt the hard length of his sex roll aroused over her thigh. She realized that it was stiff and erect for one reason and only one reason--her!
Continuing his teasing caresses, he moved his palms into the warm softness of her inner thigh. As the girl he now controlled groaned with increased desire, he stroked over the tender smoothness. Higher and higher, he worked his hand, allowing her to accustom herself to its tantalizing touch. Then when she was prepared for it to move to her waiting mound of willingness, his palm floated over her vulva, barely tickling the auburn-coloured down there and repeated the same gentle caresses on her opposite thigh.
"Ohhhh," she moaned in a throaty, aroused voice of passion. "God, it feels soooo good. Please--please touch me!"
Then, and only then, did he allow his hand to glide to the waiting bulge of her mound of love. Lightly, he encompassed the quivering vulva with his hand, feeling the excited thrill of pleasure shoot through her body and exit from her trembling lips as pleading little whimpers.
His hand moved with a pressure that was no more than a soft petting of the silken down covering her sex. Gradually, as she moaned and writhed her approval, he increased the force of his fingers and palm to a healthy fondle. Her body trembled and quaked in response and was asking for more.
Obliging, he now massaged the willing mound in a steady almost kneading fashion. Her lips and teeth that nipped delightfully at his neck, told him that she had accepted his touch, loved it, and wanted more.
The dampness that welled from her newly excited depths and touched his massaging hand signalled that she was truly ready for him to proceed. As he worked back and forward on the trembling swell of her cunt, he slid his index finger into the crease of her labia and ran it lengthwise up and down the heated slash. Each stroke brushed against the awakening button of her clitoris, igniting a fire of passion that could be satisfied by but one method. Her moans and groans of desire told him she was prepared for that.
Once more possessing her mouth with his lips, he rolled atop the willing girl. His hand continued its pleasureful stroking and massaging until he felt the tenseness escape from her body.
"I am ready," she urged in a deep passionate voice. "Now, please, I am ready for you in me!"
Reaching out with his vulva massaging hand, he grasped the thick end of his cock, while he used his thumb to open the entrance to her vagina. Gently, he guided the swollen pole of his sex into the outer lips of her labia. Throbbing in the liquid beat of her excitement, he lay motionless letting her feel the demanding smoothness of his cock.
He lifted himself above the girl, so that he was fully raised on his extended arms. He smiled down at her assuringly.
"I am coming in you now," he whispered, allowing her to prepare for his entry.
Her eyes sparkled back at him and she urged him on with her reply, "All at once. I want you all at once!"
His buttocks drew taut as he prepared for the thrust that would follow. His breath sucked in deep. Then he lunged!
In one swift, fluid surge, he sent his cock against the thin membrane of her hymen, the last guardian of her virginity. The head of his rod felt the slight resistance the wall of skin gave as he shot through into the exquisite tightness of her soft virgin channel. Immediately he was aware of the tenseness in her body as a sharp blast of pain coursed through her open nerve endings at the breaking of her maidenhead. Motionless, he lay within her as the walls of her vulnerable cunt closed tightly around the bulky invader.
"It hurt!" she moaned. "It hurt and it feels so big!"
"Yes," he whispered, in an assuring tone. "I know, but it will never hurt again. I promise."
Remaining motionless until she relaxed, he then eased his shaft from the opened mouth of her belly. She groaned with the sudden movement and tightened again. As she relaxed, he once more slid back into the liquid warmth of her caressing vagina. There was no blocking hymen to cause pain this time and her moans came only from the strangeness that filled her cunt that was unaccustomed to accommodating a man. The thick flow of lubricants he had so carefully set in motion by his extended foreplay protected the delicate cuntal walls from any irritating friction.
Again and again, he eased the swollen length of his cock in and out of her. By the sixth stroke, her moans came from the stirring desire that licked out from her man-packed core of passion.
Easily he lowered himself back to the awaiting bed of flesh beneath. He felt the head of his shaft jerk and nudge the elastic walls surrounding it, as his chest made contact with desire-hardened pinnacles of her breasts. His lips lightly touched hers and his tongue tenderly flicked over the full luscious lips it found.
"It feels good," she whispered almost in a surprised voice and wiggled a little, rolling the satin-covered pillows of her breasts against him.
"Marvellously good," he said in between a flourish of small kisses.
Her belly was hot and yearning against his now, as he continued to pump slowly in and out of her cunt with increasing ease. He savoured the little tremors of heightening desire within the girl. She moved beneath him, pushing her pelvis up against him as if exploring what her own body was capable of. She twisted and writhed in small undulating motions around his cock, moaning softly with pleasure as she did.
Leaning a little to one side, he managed to slide a hand down between them. Her moans were demanding when his fingers found the damp cock-splayed lips of her sex. Probing into the warm, moist crease, he found the extended node of her clit. Her body quaked with a provocative tremor as he touched the aroused button of lust.
Intently circling the pleasure-laden button, he refanned the flames he had ignited previously. Her body responded, pumping rhythmically with the motion of his hips.
Pulling himself out, he paused momentarily to watch her body quiver and her eyes open questioningly. Smiling in answer, he sent himself plunging back into resilient folds of the cleft of her loins with a force equal to his hymen breaking entry. Her body trembled under the excitement of the impact. She groaned under the dual stimulation of having a man slam himself into her and the massaging finger that skilfully manipulated her clit.
He wrenched free, his exit leaving only the throbbing crown of his aching prick within the outer lips of her cunt. He listened as her breath sucked deeply, fully aware of what was to come next. Then he gave it to her, driving deeply into the warm, wet cavern of her belly.
Her desire-filled pelvis leaped up to greet his entry. There were no longer any traces of fear or pain. The clinging walls of her vagina now knew a man and wanted him. Wanted him very much!
Steadily increasing the speed of his strokes, he pumped himself into her belly. In long, hard, deep driving plunges he delved into the sweet wetness of her unexplored recesses. Their crotches slapped wetly as he slammed into her. With each lunge she seemed to open up and accept a little more of his length into the well of her body.
Her body rocked and bucked, matching his drilling strokes when he felt the first, of a long series of tight contractions grip his cock in desperation. Abandoned in her passionate fever, she cried out her lust as the hurricane winds of her first orgasm tore her soul and scattered its pieces through a kaleidoscopic coloured universe of sensual delights.
Despite his fight to hold back the boiling load he had accumulated during a week without a woman, his strength fell like the breaking of a gigantic dam. Pure animal lust seized him as his cock was squeezed time and time again by the pleasure-controlled channel that held him in its hot depths.
He grunted and groaned as he poled his shaft deep into the clutching vagina. He slithered in and out at a reckless speed, until the explosion that raced from his balls, seared out over the passion-inflamed head of his cock. Quivering and trembling in spasms of unleashed passions, he clung to the girl beneath him, as she in turn held him close.
Together, locked in violent, frantic sexual pleasure, they rocked and groaned under the cover of their tandem sleeping bag; until, at last, the soothing, washing waves of fulfilment lulled them back to the soft gratification of their love-making.
As he attempted to withdraw his deflating penis, her arms held him to her. "Stay in me. I'm not ready to feel empty again so soon."
Lightly kissing her eyelids, he rolled to his side, taking her with him so that his cock remained entrenched in her come-soaked cleft of love.
As was inevitable, the sleeping snake at his groin eventually slid from the warm softness of her belly. But by that time, Elf was asleep with a smile of contentment on her lips.
Chapter 9
Jodee, jo jo deeeeee, joodeeee.
The high-pitched screech pierced the misty halls of his sleep.
Joooo deeee, joooo deeee, jo jooooo deeeee.
The persistent screech continued to drive into his dreams of pleasure kingdoms. Annoyed he rolled to his side, groaning as the small pebbles beneath the sleeping bag tried to bite extra large chunks out of his sides. His eyes fluttered open. A disgustingly happy face loomed above him. It descended, lightly kissing his lips.
"Good morning, milord Chad," Elf greeted him, with a cheerfulness that melted a large portion of his aches and pains.
Reaching up to manoeuver her lips back to his, his arm was suddenly gripped by stabbing pains of flashing lightning, "Ohhh, my arm! Damn! It feels like there's a whole hive of bees in there."
Her satin-gloved fingers gently caressed his cheek, soothing some of the pain. "Your sleep was restless during the night. I was afraid the waterboa's bite had done more damage than I expected."
"More than I wanted," he tried to smile. "But all that's wrong is a little stiffness. It'll heal." "Good," she replied, letting the protruding pinnacles of her breasts brush lingeringly over the surfaces of his chest as she leaned over him. "I would hate to think of anything serious befalling you."
"So would I," he grinned back, fully enjoying the summery warmth of her body next to his. "This tandem sleeping bag idea of yours is mighty fine!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it ... I did," she whispered, lowering her lips to his for another fleeting kiss. She purred softly as the firm cones of her tits flattened to fleshy balls against him and rolled slightly. "I was hoping that you would suggest we keep this arrangement."
He grinned at the sparkling almost green hazel eyes that begged with pleading innocence to him. "I suggest, if it meets your lady's approval, that we allow our sleeping arrangements to remain the same while on our journey."
The kiss she planted firmly on his lips and the swirling tongue that pushed its way into his mouth was a far cry from the light pecks she had awakened him with. He felt the old familiar stirrings in his loins.
"I get the idea that the Lady of Hort would like a repeat of last night's performance," he suggested, when at last they parted.
Her eyelids fluttered toward the ground in mock-embarrassment, "I would never be so bold, Baron Ponkert. As you said, I am a lady of Hort and such conduct would not befit my station!"
"You delightful tease," he laughed, pulling her to him with his good left hand. "Admit it. Admit that you want it as much as I do!"
"Admit that I want what, milord?" she continued her show of innocence.
His hand slid down the tepid smoothness of her skin, pausing briefly to fondle the bulging side of her breast that squeezed out whitely from their tightly pressed bodies, "Admit that you loved every minute of last night. "And having had your first taste of a man moving inside you, you can't wait for the second!"
"I'll admit no such thing. It wouldn't be ladylike ... Ohhhhh," she moaned as his hand wedged its way between her legs and roughly squeezed the furried mound of her vulva.
He increased the pressure of his fingers as he kneaded the thick lips of her cunt. Dampness wetted his fingers--warm juices that announced what her playful attitude would not.
"Admit it" he repeated, enjoying the noticeable increase of her moans.
"No," she persisted, grinding her undulating pelvis into the palm that surrounded her trembling pussy.
Without warning, he popped his index finger into the hot hole of her sex. The heated chamber of her vagina enveloped the invading digit in clinging folds. She groaned and twisted under his manual impalement. Her eyes fluttered closed as she mashed the yearning satin-covered pillows of her breasts over his chest.
Delighting in the control he commanded over this young and very willing girl, he slithered his finger in and out of her. "Admit it!"
Her crotch pumping in rhythm with his drilling attack, she panted out, "I admit it--yes! By the gods, yes!"
"Yes, what?" he teased, fully enjoying the game they played.
His probing finger swirled around within the silken interior of her heating cunt. Urgently, he stirred the flow of warm, thick lubricants that welled at his touch. Her hips jumped to meet his new ministrations. She writhed and fucked herself on the finger that had penetrated her trembling hole.
"Yes. I admit it. I admit it!" she added in near desperation as his digital attack stirred and renewed the desires he had first ignited last night.
He slipped another finger into the cleft of her loins. Allowing it to dip momentarily into the flowing bath of her sexual juices, he glided the moistened fingertip to her clitoris and proceeded to taunt it to a lust-plumped button by twirling around it in rapid flourishes.
"Admit what?" he continued in a voice that imitated her own previous attempt at innocence, prolonging his teasing torture.
"I--admit that ... I-I want you!" she groaned in a near fanatic fever of passion and lust.
His own want had made itself self-evident in the jutting form of his rearing cock that throbbed at a forty-five degree angle from his loins. Just as his taunting torment of pleasure had aroused this red-headed bundle of new found sensual yearnings, it had also brought his desire to a full, blood-gorged head. He savoured the dominance he had over her willing young body. He thrilled at his power to bring her to submissiveness.
"But I'm here and you have me," he teased even further. "What do you want?"
His finger drilled deeper into the liquid heat of her wanton cunt. He rubbed lasciviously at her lust-inflamed, extended clit. His palm and remaining finger squeezed hard over her heated mound of love. Her whole body quaked with feverish tremors of desire.
"I want ... I want ... " she groaned from the depths of her throat. "I want this!"
Her hand clamped like a vise around the thick circumference of his cock, making sure there was absolutely no doubt left as to what she wanted and had been teased and taunted into begging for.
His whole body was jolted by electric thrills as her demanding hand tugged at his pole. His prolonged torture of pleasure had resulted in the effects he had sought. For the first time, she had reached down and touched and held the ponderous rod of his manhood. Her first step toward the delights she would learn and love to perform to give a man her body--her whole body, completely and with no avenues left closed.
Lovingly, her hands slid up and down the throbbing length of his manhood. Her body trembled and quivered at the intimate contact of virile masculinity. She thrilled and quaked at the power it conveyed to her exploring fingers. She moaned at the touch that was a magnificent combination of demanding, adamant hardness, and yet was smooth and sleek and warm.
Rolling her to her back, he slid atop the young excited body. He felt the shivers of her anticipation race through her full length. His mouth covered hers and his tongue duelled over the whipping softness of her own oral probe. His one good hand pushed between them and covered the flattened cone of one of her breasts. Within seconds, he pleasingly busied the resilient fleshy pillow and tweaked the taut nipple at its crest.
Beneath him, still clutching the hard rod of cock, her thighs voluntarily opened to an inviting "V". She groaned as his thighs dropped to fill the space vacated by her supple legs. She writhed as the gorged crown of his shaft nuzzled and prodded at the soft down-covered mound of her passion.
"I want this!" she repeated her earlier begging and once more tugged at the pulsing column of sex now so close, but so far.
As she held him, he wiggled his hips slightly and groaned in unison with her as his glans found its mark and easily slipped between the pouting outer lips of her labia.
Then he gave it to her. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he drove forward. Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into the sweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protective wall of her hymen. But there was no longer a maidenhead to provide the least bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jagged shooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearful anticipation of the unknown.
There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into her body. There was the hardness. There was the fullness and the satisfaction as the demanding stiff invasion rammed its way into the deep reaches of her enfolding cunt.
Her hands grasped his taut balls of ass cheeks and strained to pull him deeper into her clinging channel. Her hot belly arched up and thrust itself onto his crotch, trying to impale herself further on his lance of manhood.
Last night they had made love. Today they lusted in an abandoned want for each other.
In animal-like hunger, he battered into the soft lips of her open cunt. Each hard stroke seeking and finding the new untouched depths of her yearning channel. Deeper and deeper he thrust into the soft, spongy recesses of her hot pussy. He slammed into the hunching mound of sex, spraying its lips wide under the heavy impacts of his crotch.
The thickening lips of her cock-hungry cunt followed every movement of his lust-shaft. Lovingly caressing the length of his commanding man-meat, they flowered outward in a tight pink ring of clutching muscles. Then the wanton mouth closed as he rammed forward, driving the flowing lips back into her.
His balls slapped sweat-slicked at the bottom of the slash of her cunt as he drilled into the welcoming hole of her desire. Gripping his length, the soft, silken channel closed around him in humid warmth. She squeezed and warmly trapped his cock.
She moaned and writhed against the body above her. The lust-laden globes of her breasts squirmed at his chest, drilling their stiff nipples into his skin. He speared into her and her pelvis bucked up to gather more of the swollen shaft that dominated her body.
As her fingernails bit into the demi-globes of his rock-hard ass, he pounded violently into her. His pelvis ground into her fully aroused clitoris, forcing further groans of lust from her quivering lips.
In the sensual desperation of her near climatic condition, she twisted and bucked with a reckless abandon that matched his own. As he drove her closer and closer to the threshold of release, she seemed to find the control of her vaginal muscles and squeezed. Tighter and tighter the puckered ring of pink lips clutched at his cockstaff. Her cunt seemed to milk and suck at him, lovingly and flowingly.
Her now ecstatically wild whimpers, moans, cries and groans announced the nearness of her coming. Wanting to reach that peak with her, he whipped on the burrowing speed of his plowing pole. In a frantic frenzy, he slammed into her cunt, drilling into the spongy texture of her volcanic channel. Grunting and groaning in near bestial fever, he wrenched his swollen rod from the tight vaginal folds, then plunged back, entrenching himself once more in her depths.
Her whole body shuddered and quaked under the dam-breaking tidal waves of ecstasy that raced up from her burning loins, finally ending in a nova of white hot light exploding in orgasmic release in her brain. Her body was no longer hers! It belonged to the conquering sensations that tore it apart with pleasure, then assembled it and blasted it apart again.
As if attempting to retain some contact with the world she had been rocketed from as she came, her nails bit into his ass deeply, then raked up the stiffened contours of his back. She thrashed and writhed and twisted beneath his body. Her moans and groans had turned to abandoned cries of pleasure.
With perfect timing, his own body went rigid and he drilled deeply into her orgasm-exploding body. He shuddered and quaked as his testicles freely gave up the boiling load they had held. Seemingly, gallon upon gallon of thick, white cream emptied itself gratefully into the surrounding heat of her body.
The liquid warmth of her pleasure-overloaded channel contracted and relaxed around his spasmodically pulsing rod. The gentle soft insistence of her caressing folds lovingly flowed around the swollen, jerking root of his lust, soothing him with fulfilled embraces.
Slowly the lulling waters of satisfaction washed through their coupled bodies, replacing the violent desperation of their coming. Their lips thankfully brushed over each other and their hands tenderly stroked the cooling flesh of their bodies. Their actions had no other purpose other than just to feel the closeness of skin on skin.
When at last he rolled from this girl, transformed into a very enticing woman, she snuggled back against him, her head laying on his chest. Tenderly, he caressed the silken softness of her short red hair that was completely in a wild disarray that pleased him. The warm flow of her breath streamed from her nostrils and tickled its way through the forest of curly black hairs on his chest.
Neither of them spoke or moved, afraid of losing, too soon, the intimate contact of their bodies and spoiling the memories of ecstasy they had shared. The softness of their breathing blended with the rustle of a morning breeze that stirred through the great forest around them. Somewhere in the distance the high-pitched cry that had first drawn him from his sleep sounded again.
"Listen," she said, raising her head toward the sound. "Do you hear it?"
He nodded to her inquiring gaze and she continued, "It's an ottuff-jay!"
By her tone he realized that he was expected to know what she was describing, but he didn't. "A whatinjay?"
She chuckled at his obvious ignorance, hazel eyes afire with glowing specks of green, "An ottuff-jay."
Grinning at the definitely elfin-looking girl, he shook his head, admitting his ignorance.
"It's a wild game fowl that inhabits these woods," she explained. "It's considered quite a delicacy in Hort--tender and succulent."
He smiled, "Do I happen to detect that milady is hungry?"
"Famished," she laughed in a crystal clear ring that seemed to sing. "I don't think I can ever remember feeling so ravishingly famished."
"Howsabout I bring one of those ottuffamuthings in for breakfast?" he suggested.
His answer was a warm hug and a sloppy wet kiss that smothered his lips.
"I guess that pretty well answers the question," he said, disentangling himself from her arms. "But I won't be bringing home the bacon unless I get off my ass."
She laughed as they scooted from the sleeping bag together. The brisk morning air sent chilled gooseflesh prickling over their naked skin.
Trotting to the still glowing embers of their campfire, Ponkert allowed his rear to become toastingly warm as Elf hastily slipped into her brown and green outfit, once more taking on the very deceptive tomboy appearance. Grinning, she trotted to his side and began helping him into his own clothes.
"Do you think you should be doing this with that arm of yours?" she asked as she gently worked the soft fabric of his shirt over his bandaged right arm.
"Woman," he said watching her eyes glow with satisfaction at the sound of the word, "don't put a damper on my gallantry. I've got that laser I did in the direwolves with, which should be able to handle a measly little bird."
She nodded as she buttoned the three clasps at the neck of his blouse-like shirt.
"But I'm afraid I'll come home empty-handed, if you don't describe this tasty ottuff-jay to me."
"Mayhap you are right, my baron," she smiled. "But there will be no difficulty in finding the bird. Just follow the sound of his calls. When you see it, there will be no doubt that you have seen an ottuff-jay. The bird is the size of one of our tame hens in Hort. However, it is featherless except for a white ruff that neatly circles its neck. Also it has leather wings."
While he had no idea in the world what a Hortian hen looked like, he admitted there would be no difficulty in recognizing a bird with leather wings.
"Got it," he smiled, then lightly kissed her lips and patted the full roundness of her ass which was hidden by her baggy trousers. "Now to get it."
With that he proceeded toward the spot where he had left his weapons during the night. Elf called after him, "Hurry, Chad. I'll have everything ready for our morning feast when you return."
Waving back to her, he entered the forest and quickly located his sword, axe and laser. Slipping them into their respective scabbards and holster, he proceeded in the direction of the persistent screech of the now-stalked ottuff-jay.
Feeling quite free and easy, he moved through the thick growth of woods. The forest, as all Keller had been, was a beautiful isle of serenity to him. He was all too used to the paved-in-asphalt cities of Earth and the screaming, teeming, scheming billions all out to stab a man in the back. Perhaps if the phrase "stab in the back" could be taken only figuratively, he might have been able to live on mother Earth. However, crime was rampant in the streets, homes and office complexes. That stab in the back was real. Deadly real!
He had gone no more than a quarter of a mile, when he first sighted the source of the sound he was following. He immediately dropped behind the trunk of an old gnarled oak for protection. Elf had forgotten to mention an ottuff-jay was at least the size of an Earthly German Shepard, had a long hawk-like beak and walked on six clawed feet. She was right about the leather wings, and the white ruff of feather around the creature's neck. Ponkert was positive about that--two of the overgrown chickens stood not more than twenty feet from him.
However, he had little real worry about the gigantic birds turning on him. They had other matters occupying their minds, or bodies as the case was. Silently he watched with some amazement as he received a nature lesson in the mating habits of six-legged beasts. When the female finally strutted off, obviously satisfied by the awkward coupling, he simply pulled out his laser pistol and squeezed off a shot. The brawny featherless bird dropped to the ground before he realized what happened, caught while still dazed from his sexual repast.
Getting the monster back to the campsite posed a different problem. An ottuff-jay weighed at least ten times the amount it looked. Pulling his sword free, the Earthman used it as an over-sized butcher knife to hack away two of the six drumsticks. Hoping Elf preferred the taste of dark meat, he slung the bird legs over his shoulder and began to retrace his steps through the forest.
Whistling to himself, he let his eyes take in the bountiful beauty surrounding him. He tried to visualize the countryside after he had opened his matter transmitter vacation service to Keller. Immediately scraps of paper and disposable cans that were never disposed of were heaped around his feet. He shook the vision from his mind and the greenery was returned. The prospect of his business venture suddenly sat uneasy with him. Perhaps if he set up regulations ...
His thoughts were abruptly ripped from his mind as he stepped into the clearing that had held their campsite an hour ago.
"Elf!" he called out, dropping the heavy bird legs to the ground. "Elf!"
There was no answer. Like a madman he rushed to the torn sleeping bag and camping equipment scattered in crazy disarray over the small clearing. The girl was gone! And so were the two mankils, Richard and Harl!
Suppressing his urge to panic, he forced logic into his brain when desperation fought for a seat. His mind seemed to take in and process the information his eyes transmitted to it double-time, trying to subdue the hollow sinking that filled the pit of his stomach.
He found the key to the whole riddle at the north edge of the clearing. Mankil tracks. Enough for at least ten creatures and their riders.
The complete wrecking of the camp and the missing Elf fell into place. Someone, for some unknown reason, had ridden in and abducted her. There had been a fight, that much he knew. Elf would never have gone submissively. But why? Why?
Suddenly, the thought of some northern Yngvi grabbed his mind like fingers of ice. Some unknown Yngvi and his Elf! His mind screamed and logic fell to blood-lust. Like a lunatic, he wrenched the long sword that hung from his side from its scabbard. The silvered blade flashed in the morning sun as he ran after those who had left an easy trail for his revenge-seeking eyes. He ran, intent on but one thing: to find and kill those that had taken the girl from him.
Chapter 10
Ponkert's temper had cooled to cold determination during the two weeks it had taken to plod along on foot to arrive within the fortified walls of the city-state Lindakar. While the city rivalled Hort in size, its streets were littered with trash and the people didn't display the joviality of Hortians. However, they were friendly enough to explain to an ignorant stranger with certain pride that their ruler, Rololf, had managed to capture the daughter of their most feared enemy--Tomar.
That same enemy's wisdom in giving Ponkert a small pouch of silver, had allowed the Earthman to cross enough palms to find out the exact location of Elf within Rololf's palace. The remainder of his week's stay within Lindakar had been spent plotting his rescue of the red-headed Hortian princess.
It was a good plan. A damn good one. However, it had one major fault, he had to admit. It just didn't work. The four Lindakarian palace guards who surrounded him, their long curved scimitars drawn and held in quite menacing positions, was all the evidence he needed of that.
"I say we should just skewer him now," one of the burly black guards grunted.
"No! As delightful as his death agonies might be, we have orders that all would-be assassins are to be taken before the queen for sentencing in Rololf's absence," an even more burly and higher ranking guard answered.
Ponkert winced as a sharp point bit into his back, "Move!" a voice behind his ordered. He did just that, following two of the guards who positioned themselves before him.
As they marched through the echoing halls of the palace, the Earthman doubted his decision to leave his laser pistol behind at the inn. But then on the other hand, if one of these oafs had gotten their mitts on it, the results would have been disastrous.
He silently cursed himself for not taking more time to lay his plans, but it did no good. There was no way for him to know that as he strolled through the palace garden toward the high-rising tower where Elf was held that he would step smack-dab in the middle of the back of a palace guard taking a rest break with a scullery maid. To say the least, the man's startled cries brought the rest of the guards running.
"Wait here, pig!" one of his rather unfriendly companions ordered, halting the group outside two golden doors.
The guard entered and returned a few moments later ordering him inside. The Earthman's darting eyes took only a few seconds to confirm the fact that he was being brought before the queen. And by the looks of the pastel draperies and somewhat suggestive marble statues that lined the walls of the expansive room, his audience was to be in her bed chambers--which is where any good queen should be in the middle of the night.
Somewhere before him, he heard a very feminine chuckle. He strained to see around the broad backs of his captors, but was unsuccessful. His ears strained to hear the whispering that followed the soft laughter and managed to pick up "Thank you ... alright ... my agent testing the defences of ... yes ... sure I'll be ... "
He twisted from side to side in amazement as his surrounding guards suddenly turned and left him standing alone in the room. His unbelieving eyes strained over his shoulder as the armed men marched through the door and closed it behind them.
"Chadwick Ponkert the Third," the voice of the queen summoned his gaze back to front centre.
His eyes must have bulged an inch and his jaw dropped to the floor as he focussed on the woman in white robes before him. "J-Jan!"
In a very familiar bouncy little trot, the woman ran forward and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him with the tight squeezing embrace of old friends--very close old friends!
Chad, I thought I'd never see you again!" she cried, setting off warm tinglings within him. His own arms slipped around her waist.
By the time a flood of warm, wet kisses subsided and they parted slightly, he stared at her, still unbelieving, "Jan! Woman, I've been searching for you ever since my pod landed on this crazy planet. I just can't believe it! And a queen. Hell, wench, I've only managed to rise to the title of baron!"
Laughing, the very Earthy queen of Lindakar maneuvered him to a couch and poured wine from a silver flask into a silver goblet. Tears of happiness still welling in her eyes, she explained that Rololf had located her fallen, misguided escape pod, while on a hunting trip.
"It was love at first sight, if you can believe that, Chad," she explained. "He made me his queen during our first month together. He also made every attempt he could to locate you. I told him everything! But my damn signal beam locator was smashed in the crash. The signal beacon worked and we turned it on in the hope that you were alive and would try to find me."
Briefly, he recounted the various adventures and misadventures that had occurred to him on his journey across the face of Keller. He very carefully explained every detail pertaining to Elf, her abduction and somewhat less than successful attempt at rescue.
"Rololf is a fair man," she said. "Although he is somewhat dominating ... "
And just what you need and want, Ponkert thought, remembering Jan and his master-slave sex games on the now destructed Werewolf.
"... but Hort has been a rival of Lindakar's for centuries. I'll do my best when he returns from his hunt tomorrow, but I can't promise anything."
"However," she added, "I think I'll be able to swing it. Lindakar was a city on the edge of revolt when I first arrived. It's still in bad shape, but under my suggestion, Rololf removed every member of his council. Things are shaping up and the people are beginning to call him their king again. I think it would be hard for him to refuse. But there's a price ... "
Ponkert's eyes jumped to hers. "A price?"
"Yes," she replied with determination.
"Okay, let's hear it," he grimaced as he realized his former co-pilot had him over a barrel.
"First, I know I'll never be able to stop you from your plans of setting up the matter transmitter and opening up Keller to Earth. But if you want my help, you'll have to agree to wait at least six months before you take any steps in finding the transmitter." She paused momentarily, her eyes searching his face for any traces of understanding. "Let's just say I like what I've found here and I don't want it changed. This place grows on you. Given six months, you just might become a Kellerian. It's a gamble I'm going to take."
For several minutes Ponkert pondered the request in his mind. All in all, he didn't find the prospect of six extra months on Keller all that unpleasant.
"I agree," he finally announced his decision. "But you said "first," what else do you want?"
Her big dark eyes looked at him with that cute innocence that he so well remembered from their numerous star voyages together. She stirred restlessly on the couch beside him.
"Rololf has been on his hunting trip for five days and nights," she began again. "He also left me to take care of state business during the day. At night, in this big bed chamber, I am alone--master."
The second part of her price hit him like an unexpected bombshell. There was no doubt as to what she had in mind. She wanted the same games they used to play aboard the Werewolf to while away the endless hours in spaceflight.
"Jan," he questioned, almost unbelievingly, "I've been nearly three weeks without a woman and the last part of your offer is quite enticing, as it always has been--but are you sure? I mean, you are a married woman now and a cuckolded husband, especially a royal one, is nothing a sane man wants to contend with."
She laughed, her dark eyes shining as bright as the light on her strands of black hair, "Chadwick Ponkert the Third, I dare you to accuse a queen of cheating on her husband. Wouldn't be cheating. After all, I did know you first and besides, it would be for old time's sake--master."
There was no arguing with logic like that. Not that he wanted to argue. This was one ready-and-willing woman offering herself to one ready-and-willing man. He answered by gathering her in his arms and attempting to stab her tonsils with his probing tongue. "Now, wench," he assumed the role she wanted of him when they parted. "You may wear the robes of a queen, but I plan to prove you're still the bitch you always were."
Her eyes widened with anticipation and she trembled.
"Strip, bitch!" he ordered, snapping like a feudal ruler in a world of real feudal lords.
Immediately, she responded by standing and pulling the white folds of her robe over her head. He felt his testicles tighten with the familiar view of her very desirable body. The globes of her breasts shivered with submissive excitement. Quickly shedding his own clothes, he was fully prepared to begin to pay the second part of Jan's price.
Then she came to him, bouncing and swinging a lot of tit. Her hands attacked his cock, causing it to grow to a firm mast of flesh that pulsed with life. He groaned as a sudden vise-like grip squeezed his meaty shaft until every inch throbbed hot with pain-pleasure.
"It remembers little Jan," she teased, knowing damn well that he could never resist this sexually hungry woman.
She shivered and jerked a clenched fist up and down his extended hard rod. Her hand raced up and down, from the strained looking gorged glans to the hairy clump at the base of his cock. Simultaneously, her other hand tucked beneath his legs and tickled its way over his tightening scrotum, eventually finding his dangling, ball-filled sac. He groaned again as she cupped the tender bag and toyed with it. His testicles were moving around uneasily, but the sensation was building up pressure and his buttocks were drawing taut.
His own hands were engrossed in the jugs of enticing flesh that swayed on her chest. She grunted as he dug into their softness and molded them to the contours of his hands with a healthy squeeze. Her hand was moving with increasing energy over and around his thick cock. He kneaded and tugged her breasts as if they were mounds of creamy white dough rather than sensitive flesh. He tugged and tickled. She moaned a deep-throated desirous groan. He pulled and swung them. Her nipples fattened to dark taut mushrooms. His fingers found and fondled the erect buds. Then he pinched and rolled the hard flesh between his scissoring fingertips. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but she shivered and pulled at his pulsing organ. Reaching under the slightly pendulous tits, he pushed upward until the almost flaccid flesh slipped off his palms and slapped back at her chest. His manual administrations caused them to glow with a pink warmth.
"Now, my royal whore," he commanded. "Let's see if you remember how to give head. Eat it!"
In slavish submissiveness, she eased away from his fondling hands and dropped to her knees. Without any preliminary licking or nibbling, she opened her lips to form a gaping "O" and surrounded his cock with wet, warm mouth.
It was one abrupt delightful surprise sensation. He half-sighed, half-groaned under the oral caress she lavished on his prick. He watched her pouted lips inch forward over his length, working their way to the hilt of his penis. Tightening his ass, he eased forward into the damp, oral sheath, helping her with the task she had set about. Standing above the kneeling woman, he watched himself disappear into her face. His hands caressed her cheeks. The bludgeoning column stuffed her mouth, jerking and jumping. He delighted, as he felt his movements beneath her eager lips.
He could follow the swirling lashes of her tongue with his fingertips, not to mention the thrilling waves of pleasure her tongue ignited in his shaft. She slithered her oral digit around the thickness of his dick until he felt like a stick of dynamite.
Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening length of his manliness emerge from her clinging lips. She sucked and licked, swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystal wetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he eased himself back into the tender harbor of her mouth. He wanted very much to fling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but he didn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was in control of the situation and knew it. Over and over he pumped in and out of the hungry orifice.
As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his balls and wiggled its way up the dark crease of his ass. She found the puckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the tense opening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger in his bowels. He grunted and jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly into her mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back of her throat.
She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallest interruption. Her finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tight entrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She twirled and plunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. She was fucking him, while he fucked her face.
The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groaned and shuddered with each invasion into his burning anus. He moaned and trembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff length of his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in his swelling balls was increasing to the breaking point. In her finger jabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into the warmth of her mouth.
With one last sharp stab into his ass hole, she slid her finger from him, then pulled her clutching lips off his prod. She twisted around and stuck two sleek, broad ass cheeks up for his inspection. They were the same creamy white as the rest of her body. And like her juggling tits, they quivered with the slightest movement of her body. Following the dark furrow of her ass downward, he saw the moist pink lips of her cunt glint up at him through the thick black bush covering her pussy.
"Take me from behind," she panted in a fully aroused voice. "Mount me like a stud mounts a mare!"
"No! Like a dog takes a bitch," he answered, grinning as her bottom trembled.
He lowered himself behind the small woman, his hands grabbing the shivery ass cheeks. His fingers pressed hard into the white vulnerable flesh, squeezing them to a pleasure tortured white. She whimpered with delight and thrust her bottom toward him. His hands tightened, sending thrilled waves of gooseflesh up and down the smooth sleekness of her slightly arched back.
Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on her tempting buttocks, he ran one hand down between her thighs, which voluntarily spread for his touch. It took no expert to find the wet mound of cunt that quivered with excitement. He popped a finger into the oily, moist slit. She was hot and wet and ready.
The gripping elastic folds of her cunt sucked at his finger as he pulled it free from the lubricant-flooded channel. Grabbing the full, hard, throbbing length of his cock, he pushed down and thrust forward, packing himself into the flowering lips vacated by his finger.
A shuddering tremor quaked through her kneeling body as he drove into her juicy interior, drilling the ponderous mass of his prick to the hilt. Almost in reflex action, she bucked back, colliding against his crotch with a fleshy plop.
"Hard ... " she grunted. "Soooo, wonderfully hard!"
Her days and nights without a man had her body lit like a fuse sizzling toward the ultimate explosion. Which was just as well, since he could tell there would be no holding back his own coming whenever the thick load in his balls decided it was time to blast free.
He jerked away from the moist socket of lust, then crammed his way back into the soft folds of flesh. She bucked and grunted. The heated softness of her ass swirled against his crotch, twirling his swollen cock within the fiery core of her quick. As they picked up the age-old rhythm, he could feel the excited bulge of her clitoris, but knew it wasn't getting the attention it wanted.
His arms encircled the bunching woman's waist. Roughly his fingers plunged into the open slit of her manhole. Probing around the top of her anxious cunt, he found the tiny nubbin and fondled it.
Over and over he flung himself into the damp slash of her cunt, as his manipulating fingertips rolled and played with the swollen bud of pleasure. She squealed and began to fuck herself on his pounding shaft. She pushed and pulled. She grunted and groaned. She embedded the hard column of manhood deep within her belly. She yanked away from him, then threw herself back. She bucked and twitched and twisted herself toward the desperation of her release. Violently, wantonly she abandoned herself to the fire that consumed the sweet cleft of her loins.
When she came there was no holding her back. It was as violent and shattering as her love-making. He hung on to her to keep from being thrown from his delightful mount. His cock exploded with her cunt. He jetted into her trembling hole. Grateful for the release he had wanted over the past weeks, he creamed like a schoolboy just entering his first pussy. He blasted and filled her, emptying at least a gallon of thick come into her sucking gobbling cunt.
They collapsed to the carpeted floor, one on top of the other, panting and moaning and trembling in the waves of fulfilment that controlled their quaking bodies.
Chapter 11
Since mid-morning, Ponkert had been with the King of Lindakar, Rololf. Jan, after her own discussion with her husband, had been with them for two hours, then had left them alone. That had been four hours ago. And despite his preconceived hate of the bastard that had kidnapped Elf, the Earthman had to admit he liked the man.
Rololf's stature was somewhere between his and Tomar's. He was very definitely a man with an air that commanded. It was easy to see Jan's attraction for the Kellerian. Jan was one woman that grooved on being commanded. Likewise, he could see how this near-barbarian would find Jan to his tastes. He was a man, a real man that cared more for nature than ruling a kingdom. His world was the outdoors, not the administrative duties of a ruler. His want to improve Lindakar, and Jan's ability to do so, were well-matched. Not to mention the fact that Jan's sexual appetite equalled, if not surpassed, his. Not a bad attribute to seek in one's wife, the Earthman thought.
For the past four hours they had shared tales and adventures, each feeling the other out without fencing for a dominant position over the other. Ponkert realized that, given the time, Rololf could grow to be a trusted and valuable friend to have on a planet such as Keller. But the Lindakarian king had artfully maneuvered the conversation from any mention of either Elf or her home city of Hort. Ponkert's attempts to bring up the subject had been skilfully avoided and replaced by other topics. So when Rololf abruptly began to explain his position concerning the captive princess, Ponkert was taken so off guard that he could do little but listen as the king spoke.
"Throughout our history, Lindakar and Hort have been enemies. How or why the feud began has been long lost to the memories of men. But that does not alter the fact that hatred exists and has long dwelled in the hearts of both Lindakarians and Hortians," Rololf explained.
His eyes searched Ponkert's face, and finding he had the Earthman's full attention continued, "But just because it has always been so, does not mean it is right. Nor does it mean that I have any wish for such events as useless battles that rob my kingdom of young men. If there has ever been a time for a play for peace it is now. There have been no warring encounters between Hort and Lindakar since Tomar assumed the throne."
"While I can not speak for Tomar," Ponkert interjected, "I know the man. He, too, is peaceful and with the release of his daughter, I am sure I can negotiate a treaty between your two cities ... "
Rololf waved him into silence. "Do not put words in my mouth. A treaty would be good. It would open up trade between our sister realms and increase our strength from outside attack ... "
He paused momentarily, then began again, " ... but it is not that simple a matter. I cannot just release the Princess Elfgwynne into your custody."
"Why!" Ponkert demanded, perplexed by the ruler's words.
"Are you deaf, man!" Rololf half-shouted with irritation. "Haven't you listened to my words? You can't wipe out centuries of blood and hate just like that. I have grown to enjoy my seat upon the Lindakarian throne. If I turned Elfgwynne over to you, my head would hang from the highest tower in the palace by the morrow's morn."
"Then what are you proposing?" Ponkert urged him to proceed.
Rololf's dark eyes peered into his; there was a sad determination about them. "There are two courses to take. First, you, like my queen, are not of our world, as hard as that is to believe. I know it to be true. Since that is the situation you should leave Lindakar and Kellerian problems to the men of Keller." Ponkert suppressed the urge to plant his fist in the middle of Rololf's face. He didn't like the idea of being told to leave the woman he had helped place in a bad situation in that position. And he damn sure didn't like being told he didn't belong on Keller. He had always found a spot for himself no matter what world he was on. Keller was no exception!
"Out of the question" he granted, knowing his face flushed with his anger at the suggestion. "What's the other alternative you spoke of?"
"A duel ... " the words rolled from Rololf's lips with hesitancy, " ... a duel between a champion of Hort and a champion of Lindakar. The winner takes Elfgwynne. Freedom on one hand, slavery on the other. It is the only way my people will accept the release of the princess without revolting against me."
"Agreed," the Earthman nearly shouted.
"Good. Jan said there would be no denying you. Your decision increases the respect I have found for you," Rololf nodded. "I do not like having to place one of my queen's friends in such a position, but there is no other way. If you win, I expect that you will take my message of peace to Tomar."
Ponkert now nodded, "Yes, I have no wish to leave Jan in a kingdom that could be torn by war without notice. But as to the duel. What are the weapons?"
"None," the ruler replied. "Bare hands and to the death!"
* * *
Bare except for his home-made jock strap, Ponkert stood inside a dirt-floored arena. The battle area was within a large domed building. He was alone except for Rololf and Jan, who sat above in the royal box. With them were ten witnesses to his and the Lindakarian king's agreement. If he won, there would be no doubt as to the legitimacy of the victory. Likewise, there would be no shadow over his death. He shivered at the last thought and began to put himself through some warm-up exercises.
As he flexed his muscles and tried to drive some of the tenseness away, he attempted to imagine the champion Rololf had selected. As a whole, Rololf excepted, Kellerian men were slightly smaller than the men of Earth, but they were stocky and their strength equalled that of their not so distant cousins back home.
He had no more than a minute to let his imagination wander. A camouflaged gate in the opposite end of the arena swung in, and Lindakar's champion loomed out. Ponkert blanched.
This wasn't a man, it was a monster! Standing an easy seven feet, complete with shaven scalp, his opponent looked as if he were a henchman for the insidious Dr. Fu Manchu. The Earthman swallowed hard as he estimated the man to outweigh him by at least a hundred pounds. He watched as the giant's muscles rippled like thick steel cables under his sunbronzed skin. But he was far--very far--from being muscle-bound. As if to prove the point, he did a couple of handsprings as his version of warms. Ponkert immediately recognized the show of agility for what it was--a ploy to unnerve him.
In his next breath, the Earthman admitted to himself it worked! He was scared shitless!
As the man-mountain began to approach, two tree-trunk arms extended in a deadly embrace toward him, Ponkert tried to find the calmness that had been drilled into his head during all those hours of hand-to-hand combat training back on Earth. Visions of his two hundred pound instructor being tossed around like a sack of corn meal by a one hundred and five pound woman with a fifth degree black belt flashed in his mind's eye. Size meant nothing. Ability was everything. This giant was undoubtedly stronger. But Ponkert had the element of surprise on his side. Surprise in the form of fists of death.
Cautiously, the Earthman crouched in a defensive stance and waited as his opponent charged. When in doubt, let your attacker make the first move. Let him make the first mistake. The first mistake would come quickly--he hoped-- as he stood before the gargantua barreling down on him.
Then Ponkert struck! So fast and skillful were his movements, that few actually saw, with the exception of Jan who often sparred with him aboard the Werewolf, or understood what actually occurred.
Before the bronze giant's clutching bands could ensnarl him in their massive grip, Ponkert locked out and connected his heel with the opponent's kneecap. Catching an out-flung arm, he twisted violently. The mountainous man screamed as he somersaulted through the air, landing with a definitely fleshy thud on his back, clouds of dust rising under the impact.
It was here the Lindakarian's agility came into play. Before the Earthman could administer the coup de grace in the form of a slashing kick to the temple, the golden-skinned monster had rolled to his feet and stood facing Ponkert.
Although his teeth gnashed and he growled, Ponkert could detect the glimmering of doubt on the behemoth's face. Never before had anyone hurt him so easily. From the manner in which he slid his right leg, his kneecap might be broken.
Again the man charged with bull-like determination to quickly do away with his opponent. Ponkert grabbed, turned, and smoothly went into a perfectly executed tai-otoshi, the aptly named body drop. The Lindakarian once more sailed through the air to land heavily at Ponkert's feet.
This time, Ponkert couldn't allow the man to escape him. The bronze giant's thick neck was quickly locked in Ponkert's powerful arms. Applied properly, a choke lock, such as Ponkert held his opponent in, takes only seconds to bring unconsciousness. The bull-necked Lindakarian was no exception--only five seconds passed before Rololf's champion was at the Earthman's feet, lying there without moving.
Ponkert released his hold the instant he was sure the man had been knocked out. He had no, desire to kill the Lindakarian. He carried no malice toward him. True, the man would cheerfully have killed him--and had tried very hard to do just that--but this meant nothing to the Earthman. He had won! That was all that mattered.
"Your champion is defeated," he called out, turning to Rololf. "Need I kill him to prove it?"
"Nay!" the ruler answered. "Never has anyone bested Ort. "There is no need to go on. You have fairly won the Princess Elfgwynne."
Somewhere, he could hear Jan's voice, but paid little attention to it as two servants led him from the arena. They walked quickly down a torch-lit corridor to a large stone pool where Ponkert was allowed to wash the sweat and dirt from the fight from his body.
As he climbed from the water and dried, one of the servants spoke, "Our queen has directed us to take you to the princess."
He nodded to them to lead on as he slipped into his Hortian robes of royalty that Jan had apparently ordered for him from the inn. His weapons, including his precious laser, were there also.
It took only moments to wind their way back to the palace. Another few seconds, and his servant companions opened another massive wooden door, not unlike those he was becoming accustomed to finding in Kellerian palaces. He stepped into a room that would've made a sultan's harem envious with its luxury. But he gave little notice to the opulence that surrounded him. His eyes saw only one thing. A very beautiful, short-haired redhead who stood in long velvet robes in the middle of the chamber--Elf!
"Chad!" she exclaimed as her eyes settled on him then she rushed forward, as did he.
When they met, there was no stopping the flurry of wet, warm kisses as they desperately tried to cover any and all skin left exposed by their garments. When their lips at last met in a long, loving joining, they communicated more than hours of conversation could've achieved.
Remaining in the girl's clinging arms, he maneuvered her to the edge of a large oval bed on one side of the room. As their lips continued to meet and their tongues continued to delve in and out of each other's mouth, they somehow managed to seat themselves. Eventually, Ponkert gently eased the girl from him. Tears of happiness flowed from her hazel eyes.
Somewhere finding the strength to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms, he started his tale. Beginning with the Werewolf and ending it with the battle for her freedom and a peace treaty between the two cities, he told her everything. Everything! He left no detail of his Kellerian adventures unmentioned.
"Then that means we're safe and in the hands of friends," Elf finally commented, almost irritating him with her easy acceptance of his explanation.
"Do you understand everything I've said?" he questioned, perplexed by her attitude.
"Yes, everything," she smiled, as her hands lovingly caressed the sides of his face. "But all that is in the past. And the treaty is in the future. All that matters now is that we, together, are safe and in no danger."
He laughed at her crazy, wonderful logic and enwrapped her in his arms. His tongue once more plunged into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Her lips parted willingly and her own tongue played and teased at his.
"Take me, my lord," she whispered as their lips parted. "Please, it's all that I want for now. Everything else can wait."
Despite the bulkiness of their clothing and the intricate clasps and catches that held the garments together, they managed to strip with little interrupting of their demanding embraces. He groaned long and low when at last he felt the summery touch of her body pressed against him. Skin to skin, man to woman.
Lowering her to the bed once again under his pressing weight, his hands hungrily raced over the enticing smoothness of her young supple body. His tongue flicked out against her fleshy little earlobe, easily bringing delighted pleasure-moans from her lips. As he increased his taunting, his teeth nibbled at the lobe, eventually capturing it. In turn, his tongue whipped at the sensitive flesh until she writhed beneath him, rolling the bulging mounds of her breasts across his chest.
The yearning call of her pillowy tits summoned his hands. Answering the invitation, he rolled to his side and slightly off the soft body under him. Dancing his fingertips in swirling little patterns, beginning at the ear opposing the one he busied with his mouth, he teased down the long freckle-sprinkled arch of her graceful neck, arriving with tantalizing slowness at the base of one of the fleshy mountains.
Shivery little trembles shot through her body at the contact of breast and hand. She groaned and wedged a warm thigh between his yielding legs. Her thigh eased up, finding the thickness of man-meat swelling from his loins. Her body quaked with excitement as she felt the throbbing virility coursing through his cock.
With a definite languor, she rolled the thick shaft, teasing him into soft aroused moans. She shivered as the first flow of preseminal juices oozed to the sleek surface of her thigh. Warm and wet, it slicked over the supple roundness of her leg as she moved against him.
As he gave up the pleasure-tortured earlobe and moved his lips and tongue to her neck, his fingers gently traced the large circumference of her billowy breast. Having traversed the complete base, he raced his fingertips around it once again, delighting at the series of flesh tremors he ignited in the girl.
Spiralling and circling in the aroused heaving mound, he climbed up the alluring cone. Quivering and warm, the flesh beneath his fingertips trembled with increasing alacrity as he ascended. Her breathing deepened and quickened as she readily foresaw the ultimate goal of his climbing touch.
Jolts of electric excitement volted through her body as he probed the quiescent nipple seated atop the fleshy crest. Lightly, he tapped at the little button bringing it to glowing life. His fingers swirled over the rubbery nubbin stiffening it to a jutting bud that stood erect and hard. Likewise her breathing was sharp and her chest heaved hard.
Simultaneously, he tweaked at the one nipple possessed by his hand with his forefinger and thumb, while his mouth unexpectedly leaped from the softness of her sensitive, pleasure-arched throat to the opposing nipple perched sleepily on her unattended tit. Her moans came as abrupt, piteous little cries at his sudden oral attack. Her thigh eagerly pressed at his swollen prick and lasciviously rubbed its length.
Using his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick, and his lips to caress, he had the lifeless bud of flesh aroused stiff and throbbing in record time. Moaning uncontrollably under the dual sensations commanding her breasts, she arched toward him. Responding, his mouth opened and accepted the ponderous bulk of tit that was offered. At the same time, his hand closed around the opposite mound and squeezed tightly.
Sucking and licking with earnest vigour at one of the titillating orbs, he kneaded the yielding flesh of the other. Over and over his fingers dug into the pliable globe that strained into his encompassing palm. Molding the breast to his wishes, he rolled and tugged and squeezed. Her heated belly rose and pressed against his side, demanding the attention it so desperately wanted.
In a manoeuver that took her breath away, he pulled his lips away from her breast with a loud sucking sound and dropped to the sleek plain of her stomach. Kissing and licking his way over and across the summery flesh, pausing momentarily to drill into the little, dark well of her navel, he fanned new waves of quivery trembles in the body under him.
The eagerly exploring fingers and warm palm of his hands relinquished its dominance of her other breast and slid down the gentle slope of her side. As he had done on their first night together, he stopped upon reaching her thigh. Again he stroked over the quivering flesh until her legs opened to him in submission to his will.
His tongue drifted and mingled through the silken red down covering her vulva. Her whimpering fevered pants rose to an increased intensity as she suddenly realized the full intent of his actions. As both his hands soothed over the velvet smoothness of her willingly opened thighs, her own hands entangled their fingers in his hair. Her groans were quite profuse.
Flicking his attention-demanding tongue in and out of his mouth, he moved over the triangular patch of chestnut bushed on her vulva. His lips wetly kissed and taunted at the trembling skin beneath. If she had any doubt as to his plans, he wanted them washed away. If she wondered in the slightest as to his intents, he wanted all doubt blocked out.
But she had no doubts. She only moaned in very eager anticipation of the new carnal thrills his roving mouth offered.
Every aroused and waiting muscle in her young body jerked rigid as his tongue made intimate contact with the moist cleft of her cunt. Her pelvis twitched upward to his lips, inviting him to further oral probings. She moaned low and loud from the depths of her throat.
But he ignored the tender morsel of woman flesh held before him. Instead he continued his pleasure-laden tauntings at the lips of her pouting pussy.
Using only the moist tip of his tongue, he traced his way up and down the plump outer lips of her labia, never once dipping into the slash that formed the mouth of her vagina. He thrilled as his fingers, still rubbing softly on her inner thighs, felt her taut muscles relax under a barrage of tongue flourishes. She was his--completely. Now at this moment, nothing mattered, nothing but where his mouth would move next.
He moved to the quivering cleft of her cunt. His lips kissed it warmly as if the thick wanton lips were those of her mouth. Over and over he firmly kissed up and down the deep slit from top to bottom. The saline flavour of her flowing juices covered his lips and entered his mouth. He savoured the slightly musky tasting feminine lubricants. They were far from offensive. In fact there was only one way to describe the taste--womanly.
Unable to remain passive as he persisted in his engrossing oral ministrations, her hands pressured his bead toward the yearning hole that screamed for him. Her hips arched up, offering and pleading for his entrance.
But again, he was not to be rushed. His sole purpose was to give this delightful girl every possible pleasure his tongue and mouth could provide. He wanted to whip her body with new sensation upon new sensation. He wanted her every nerve begging for his entry.
Once again extending his tonguetip, he ran it up and down the deep crease of her sex, enjoying the warmth of the thick juices welling there. He tickled and teased, trying to open the plump outer cuntal lips. When at last they pouted open enough to expose the scalloped folds of her inner lips, he lapped up and down the pink slash. His hungry tongue worked like a bear's having discovered a hive laden with sweet, thick honey.
Leaving the throbbing inner lips quivering for more, he directed his attention to the nubbin of pleasure he had purposely ignored until this moment. Licking his way upward, he found the extended tiny button of her clitoris. Tenderly he twirled the tip of his tongue around the penis-imitating node of flesh. The actions ignited waves of passion in the super-sensitive little organ, which in turn, took complete control of the girl's body. She jerked and writhed. Her lips cried out in desire and lust.
Then and only then, did he stab his tongue into the humid cavern of her vagina. She went wild, bucking and bunching into his face, trying to drill the touch of his plunging oral digit deeper into her belly's heat. In and out he lashed, using his tongue like a miniature cock. He licked and lapped at her cunt as she abandoned herself to the lightning bolts of passion searing through her body.
He sucked at her, draining the thick fluids from her channel and swallowed them. Then he lunged back into her with his tongue. As she twisted and writhed, he swirled over the velvet-like folds of her inner channel. He plunged deeply into the honey cleft trying to attain the depths first opened by his shaft. An impossible task, but she moaned and groaned with delight under the attempt.
Abruptly, he withdrew his tongue and allowed it to return its attentions to the stiff button of her clit. Easily, he slithered a finger into the tunnel vacated by his tongue and continued the in-out motions. Her hips picked up the increasing rhythm and helped as he finger-fucked her hot and hungry hole.
Moving his head slightly to stay in touch with her frantic, growing hunching, he licked and lapped at the near-bursting clit. Like an oral whip, he lashed at the button, pounding it with pleasure. Then in another of his sudden moves, his lips clutched the throbby length of clit and he sucked and nibbled at it.
She could endure no more! Her sensation-laden body had reached its overload limit and she exploded in the multi-coloured universe of orgasm. Groaning and crying out in pleasure, her hand pulled his mouth from her clit that would soon be aching from pain and not pleasure if he continued his almost torturous licking and sucking.
Completely understanding her near desperation, he withdrew after one last tender kiss to her cunt. However, with the same understanding of her need, he increased the thrustings of his finger, pounding it into the contracting folds of hot pussy.
She now surrendered herself totally to the pleasure of her release. Racing along the red hot nerve endings from her loins to her brain, kaleidoscopic colours flashed and burst with increasing speed until they blended into white, hot light. She soared higher and higher, flung from wave to wave of passion. Like a nebula of expanding sensation, the white light exploded into a starburst of unknown colours, driving her deeper into sexual oblivion.
As if under a control of its own, her body thrashed wildly atop the white bed she was on. Tremor after tremor racked her pleasure-filled body. Growing in intensity, tremors gave way to full-fledged flesh-quakes of complete release. Her cries and groans, directed by the same frantic climax that held her body, filled the room.
In a loud, wet sucking sound, he pulled his finger from the gripping hole of her passion and rose. His cock was hard and pulsing. Moving to the foot of the bed, he could easily see the target of his lust between the girl's spread and trembling thighs. Washed by the flow of her own lubricants, her cuntal lips were wet, pouting, pink and ready. The red mist of fleece covering her sex glistened with the same thick juices.
He reached out and took hold of her small, delicate ankles and eased her to him. She moaned, but didn't seem aware of what was happening. Positioning her perky, pinkly blushed ass on the edge of the oval bed, he glanced once more to her quivering cunt. In inviting fashion, the outer lips of her labia flowered open to him. Within the wet slit, he could see the scalloped folds of the trembling inner lips of her pussy. The palpitating folds dripped with the honey still flowing from her depths. Her clit, thick and throbbing, was extended a full inch.
Bending, he clutched the heaving mounds of her breasts for support and hung above her still rapture-lost body. His cock, its head glistening with a shiny coat of preseminal fluid, pulsed massive and powerful at the open mouth of her belly. Seized by animal-like lust, he squeezed the sensitive tits. Tortured white flesh squilched up through his spread fingers. She groaned, but made no protest.
Without the slightest indication of his intent to the orgasmic controlled girl, he slammed his lust-thickened rod into her still contracting cunt. He smacked wetly into the trembling folds of her inner lips. The swollen crown of his penis rammed its way between the pouting scallops and sank deep into the juicy interior of her hot body.
She cried out in a half-scream, half-groan as he packed himself into her vagina.
Her eyes flared open and glittered at him under a mist of sensual delight. She attempted, to speak, but he wrenched out of her slick, oily, well-lubricated channel, stifling the words to a long "Ohhhoooooo!"
He smiled down at her. She smiled back.
Her smooth willing tunnel of passion flowered around his swollen thickness. It clamped tightly and seemed to suck on the hard length of his cock, which twitched and jerked in the heated inner lips of her hungry slit. It sucked him back into the moist, tight chamber of her belly. The velvet-textured walls rippled impetuously, caressing every inch of his pulsing manhood. Thrilling jolts of pleasure raced through his loins. He hung there above her, their bodies meeting only at their cores. He hovered, unmoving and soaking in the liquid warmth of her soft insistence.
He groaned as he pulled himself from the ever-tightening vagina. Its folds clung to him trying to retain the entrenched cylinder of his meat. The sensitive skin of his cock stretched as he moved. He wanted to suddenly swing his hands away from her heaving chest and fall into the white cushions of her breasts, crushing them. But he was determined to finish what he had started. He was fully intent on fucking this so willing girl while hunched high above her.
With a smile of satisfaction on his lips, he swung his hips inward, shooting his full length into her. Her eyes closed. A muffled moan gritted out from behind her pleasure-clenched teeth. Despite her clutching pussy that gripped him in a velvet vise, he eased out and plunged back into the humid tunnel. Her breasts quivered under his fingers, trembling and shivering.
She arched her hips to him, her yearning pelvis demandingly pressing into his. The pouted, pink lips of her cunt reached out to swallow him, balls and all. Her muscles squeezed and relaxed in a titillating, exotic rhythm. The delightful movements of her exquisitely tight pussy, blasted excited currents through his length. The mounting pressure of his testicles grew. He was sure he would have lost his load by now had it not been for his royal activities last night. As it was, the somewhat diminished supply of sperm and semen in his aching rocks extended this engrossing ride in this red-headed beauty's saddle of desire.
He suddenly increased the power of his drives into the sweet, hot hole that held him. The muscles of his calves and thighs were rock hard, cording beneath the skin of his legs. His half-standing position allowed the extra leverage needed to boost the mighty surges of his cock. Their crotches slammed together loud and wet, forcing grunts of desire from their lips.
She welcomed the thrusts and begged for more and harder plunges. He obliged and flung himself into the clingy mouth with such violence it jarred the breath from her lungs. Moany little cries trickled from her throat continuously. Her hands were on his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his skin, raking and clawing like the claws of a panther. Her head jerked from side to side, while her tongue washed across her slackened lips. Her body writhed and thrashed with urgency. Her pelvis leaped up to each ramrodding plummet of his thick cock.
He drilled and reamed into the flowering folds of her pussy. He drove with reckless abandon into the juice slippery well of her body. He tried to knock the bottom out of her cunt, but she just opened up new untouched reaches of her vagina. Grunting and moaning, he plunged and thrust. Like a jackhammer, his penis ravaged her open slit, slaying the pink lips.
She came. Jerking and bucking under him, she came. Her sucking pussy contracted and relaxed, and contracted and relaxed, over and over. A long, low pleasure scream tore from her lips. Her vaginal channel was suddenly flooded with fresh waves of lubricants.
Then he had his own coming. The sensation that lashed upward from his testicles was fantastic. He knew that the volcanic rush surely contained every drop of come held in the exploding rocks. But the walls of the silken tunnel surrounding his length milked at him bringing new spurts of thick cream jetting from his aching glans.
Still suspended above this marvellous girl, his body jerked with each spasmodic fountain of sperm and semen. His own cries of fulfilment mixed and mingled with hers in the immense bed chamber. When the last throb had ebbed from his body and the pleasure ignited by the slightest move of his cock proved too much for him to bear, he eased his deflating organ from the girl and rolled to the side, collapsing in a moaning heap at her side. Drained, physically and emotionally, neither had any intention of moving for several moments. Gradually, their heavy panting gave way to the deep breathing of satisfaction.
She edged herself next to him and accepted the pillow of his arm that he offered.
Snuggling into the warmth of the hollow of his shoulder, she spoke, "I know that having given you my life, I have no right to say this, but--Chad, I love you. I love you!"
The words hit him like a driving swing from Thor's hammer, nearly knocking him for a somersault. He suddenly wondered why he had been so stupid these past weeks. Why he hadn't recognized what was occurring. After all, it happens even to the best of us, he admitted to himself.
"You might find this hard to believe," he said as he pulled her atop him so that he stared into her hazel eyes, "but I love you, my little Elf. I love you, one damn-hell-whole-lot-of-a-much!"
He couldn't hold back the happiness that rolled up his throat and jumped from his lips as laughter as she suddenly was all over him with wet and warm kisses. As he responded, her own merry laughter echoed within the bed chamber.
Chapter 12
Filled with all those warm, marvellously tingling feelings that come with the recognition of two people in love, their hands caressed and fondled each other as their mouths did the same thing. Although, they had sated their lust, they were unable to get enough of the feel of each other.
Desire fanned higher and higher, while lust was replaced by the newly discovered and deeper feelings of love. Playfully and with adoring attention, they touched and felt skin that was far from alien to their fingers. However, the sensation was new and fresh.
They locked and clutched tightly to each other in warm embraces. Laughing and crying at the same time, they searched each other's body with a new found vitality. Their tongues teased and twisted in each other's mouth, driving into the depths of their throats. Then they were nibbling and biting and kissing at each other's neck and ears.
His hands, as they had the uncontrollable tendency to do, wandered back to her chest and lost themselves in the fantastic feel of her firm, proud breasts. With insistent tenderness, he squeezed and molded the young cones. His fingers thrilled the hardened nipples with new waves of pleasure sensations, heightened by love.
Likewise, her own hands caressed his muscular chest. She tapped and playfully pinched the small pebbles of his nipples into stiff buttons that ached wonderfully with a swirling rush of pain and pleasure.
However, she quickly tired of the tiny nodes and glided her palms over the rippled musculature of his stomach. She laughed with delight as his taut belly quivered under her exploring touch. At last, she found the treasure she sought. The rod that she had grown to love and worship through his gentle guidance. Demandingly, her hand clamped around the thick shaft and squeezed. Squeezed until he moaned, load and aroused. Then she abruptly pulled away from him.
"It's my turn," she announced, her almost green eyes flashing with an impish light.
"Your turn?" he grinned up at the enchanting beauty. "Your turn for what?"
"For this" she smiled.
In a quick turning movement, she twisted and hung above his crotch, gazing at the swollen pole of flesh jutting from his loins. He watched with new thrills swirling in his testicles as she bent toward the throbbing rod. Her lips puckered and tenderly kissed the fat red crown of his cock. His hips lurched and a throaty desire-moved sigh pushed its way over his lips.
"I believe you would like to feel my mouth as much as I loved yours," she teased, once more pressing her virgin lips to the tip of the hard shaft. Her actions brought a similar response from her man. "Yes, I do believe I was right."
He smiled at the delightful tease that now offered her mouth to him. He realized that his recent abandoned tonguing of her cunt had led the way for this open offer. An action he was now doubly pleased in doing.
As she slid between his legs, as he had done to get to her pussy with his tongue, he reached up and doubled a pillow under his neck so that he would have an unobstructed view of her oral activities.
Grasping the base of his desire-pulsing pole, she pulled it straight up into the air. She rose to her elbows so that her mouth hovered a mere fraction of an inch from his gorged glans. Her eyes rolled to him to make sure she had his undivided attention, then returned to the fascinating lance of flesh.
With his eyes glued to her, her tongue, pink and moist, curled out from behind her luscious lips. It lightly brushed over the skin of his sensitive cockhead. He shuddered with pleasure under the feathery flick. When his eyes opened again, he saw the red-headed beauty rolling the fluids she had taken from his cock in her mouth.
Apparently satisfied, she returned for a second sampling. Her tongue flicked out, trapping another crystal drop of preseminal fluid as it welled from the tiny slit in the head of his shaft. The reddening crown of his rod was left glistening with saliva in the wake of her washing pink tongue.
Glancing up to her moaning partner, she noted the pleasure she was igniting in him. Her tongue licked and languidly lapped over the thick arrowhead as she watched him watching her. Then her eyes dropped to the shaft that demanded her full attentions. In long full strokes, she licked up and down the bludgeoning length of his rod. Her oral digit slackened the ponderous pole from its pulsing tip to the dark hairs that sprouted around its base.
His shudders increased as her soft caresses swirled over his manhood. His body was alive and every ounce of his being was entered on the lavish oral worship she offered his sex. He moaned and quivered as a constant series of tremors rose from his balls and raced through his body.
Up and down and around she worked her engrossing ministrations. His cock was a flavoured candy stick and she was fully intent to take all the flavour from it she could. There was no first time hesitancy on her part. She knew that her actions pleased the man under her and that was all she needed to know. She went about her business as if she had been eating cock all her life.
Tonguing her way downward, she found the tight sac of balls clinging securely to his scrotum. Teasing, she prodded the wrinkled bag of skin with her tonguetip. She tickled and tenderly taunted the sac, scooting the kidney-shaped rocks around inside with her flirting touch. After endless minutes of this enticing torture, her oral digit darted out and bathed the tight sac, washing it slick with her saliva.
He watched with ball-aching enthusiasm as her head slowly rose from between his thighs, bringing with it a return of those thrilling soft strokes up and down his throbbing shaft. He moaned and did his damnedest to keep his eyes open to enjoy the fascinating view that was as sexy as hell!
Again her eyes darted to his face and her mouth stopped its work just long enough for a pleased smile. Then she returned her tongue to his prick, making it jerk and twitch as she once more administered her slavering licks. Following the lead he had provided with his own oral love-making to her cunt, she began to nibble along the swollen pole. She lightly bit at the thick meat as if afraid of hurting it. She mouthed around its circumference, perfectly content in just holding its virile life.
As she continued the nibbling, kissing movements to her oral symphony, she slipped a long-fingered, cool hand to his scrotum and gently teased there. She encompassed the taut sac, letting her fingers gingerly edge his balls back and forth within their fleshy confines.
Then she once more hovered over his lust-bludgeoning arrowhead. Her eyes were mesmerized by the jerking, throbbing dance of his stiff manhood. Her lips puckered and once more she planted a warm kiss on the agitated glans. As she withdrew, her tongue slicked her lips, washing his juices into her mouth. She seemed to smack lightly as the fresh taste of his sex entered her lips.
With no warning of her next action, she dropped to his cock like a hungry tigress determined to devour her prey. Her elastic-like lips formed a tight portal, then pouted over the fat, knobby head of the fleshy shaft. He groaned as he watched his prick vanish into her mouth and humid sweetness that bathed at least half his length.
As abruptly as she had swallowed him up, she released her hold on his prick and pulled up. She coughed and looked at him, her face blushing with embarrassment. While she had the desire of a lifetime cocksucker, she lacked the experience. He smiled understandingly. After all, this was her maiden attempt.
"Breathe through your nose," he directed her in a loving tone. "It will help stop the gagging."
Following his instruction, she fell to her task, this time taking him until his glans nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks filled with him. She pulled up and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked up the stiff warm tube of male meat. As she crested the hard cylinder, her tongue whipped over the super-sensitive head and she sucked with all her might. She swirled, lashed and whipped the friction agitated glans.
He squirmed and moaned. His hands reached down and tenderly caressed her face. His fingers found her mouth firmly attached to his prick and traced the tight ring of her puckered lips.
He watched as her lips began to inch their way down the swollen rod of his sex. Licking as best she could with the ponderous mass of cock cramming into her mouth, she glided toward his hilt. Her now controlled breaths moved warmly through the forest of his pubic hairs. The thick head nudged the back of her mouth once again, then she let it slide down her throat, as if attempting to swallow him. Amazed at her ability, he stared as he disappeared into the warm shelter of her mouth. Her head bobbed and her cheeks strained outward as she took all of the bludgeoning burden. He moaned as he felt her mouth twitch around him. She swallowed, saving herself from drowning in a mixture of her own saliva and his juices.
Entirely entrenched in her face, he rotated his pelvis, letting his cock flop and jump and jerk. Her tongue in loving strokes, washed around the turgid rod. She sucked and licked as best she could.
She eased off the pole, allowing him to view its glistening length. Then she glided back down the rod. Then she came off again. Then down. Over and over, he watched himself disappear into her hungry mouth. He writhed as she bathed and soaked his organ in oral delight.
Her mouth imitated the natural rhythm of her cunt. She sucked and gobbled at the thick slab of meat she now worshipped. Her tongue swirled and licked. Over and down, around and up she licked.
Licking and sucking and licking some more, she moved her head up and down. The solid length of cock slid in and out of her lips. Her tongue lashed and swirled. Faster and faster, she ate at his sex as if she had been doing it all her life. She sucked and ate and licked.
While he would have loved to have blasted forth in that willing mouth, drenching her tonsils with his come, he realized that her willingness was all that mattered now. The rest would be acquired sooner or later--although from the way she intently gobbled at his prick he felt it would be sooner. But right now there was no need in ruining a good thing that promised to get better. He would not force her to take the cream of his loins tonight. But another night, when she was more accustomed to his cock in her mouth, that would be another story. But now that was too much and too soon.
Gently reaching down, he pulled her lips from his impaling rod. Before she could offer a word of protest, his arms slipped under her armpits and he tugged her to him. Straddling his crotch and feeling the wet pole of sex throbbing against her equally wet cunt was all the explanation of his actions that she needed.
Lifting slightly on her knees that were doubled under her, she grabbed a hearty hold on his manliness and popped it into the open mouth of her pussy. Gingerly, she lowered herself on the swollen column, letting it fill her wanton channel. Slowly, she moved up and down on the pole she sat on, getting the feel of this new approach to their love-making. She quivered as she felt the knobby head of his shaft open into new depths of her vagina. She shivered as his cock strained and moved along a path it had never taken before. The sensations were familiar, but new and far from unpleasant.
Using the leverage of her doubled legs, she pushed up and down, riding the thick rail with increasing speed. Her hands reached out and firmly planted themselves on his heaving chest for support. Her breasts, glistening with perspiration, bounced and juggled and swayed in a tantalizing dance of desire from her chest. The pink, erect cherries protruding from the tips of the proud cones traced invisible figure eights and circles in the air as they jerked around wildly.
On his back, he smiled up at this girl who was such a willing student in the carnal arts. She was free and open in all her actions. She gave and accepted the way nature had designed the human body to do. There were no blocks of false morality to be found within her.
As she rode his crotch and the swollen length of cock solidly impaled in her loins, he slipped a hand between them. A probing fingertip found the throbby button of her clit. She squealed with pleasure as his finger found the sensitive target it sought.
Rolling and massaging the fleshy button, he whipped the girl's passion to a fever pitch to match the urgency that rose in his balls.
As she entered the first orgasmic contractions of her release, and came tumbling down to his chest, his testicles exploded with their own release. A seemingly impossible ocean of sperm and come forced its way up the thin tube in the centre of his cock. Outward the thick gallons of cream splashed into the heated cavern of trembling flesh.
He groaned as he gratefully emptied his balls into this open woman of Keller. He thrashed as the steamy juices of love boiled from his prick and flowed into the contracting folds of her vagina. He moaned as wave after new wave of pleasure racked his body. He quaked as spurt after spurt seared its way through his cock.
For moments that seemed like days he drained himself into the chalice of desire that lay atop him, lost in her own rapture. They clung together as they glided down to earth on the sweet winds of passion. Warmly and tenderly their mouths kissed and conveyed all the "thank yous" that were needed and then some.
Somewhere as they held each other very, very close the relaxing veils of sleep clouded his eyes ...
... until he was awakened by the brush of teasing lips against his ear. His eyelids pushed their way open. Sunlight flooded the room through the sheer draperies that lined the room.
"It's morning," she whispered, as her lips lightly glided on his cheek, eventually possessing his lips in a long and stirring "good morning" kiss.
"That's one hell of a nice way to wake up," he smiled when they parted. "Think I'll fall back asleep so you can wake me again."
She laughed and her lips fell to his again. Her tongue flicked and twisted into his mouth, doing all sorts of warm thrilling little things. When their lips pulled apart this time, both of them panted.
"Do I detect a hint that you would like to continue with last night's greetings?" he smiled, his fingers tenderly tracing the womanly features of her face.
"No," she smiled. "Last night is gone. There's nothing we can do about it. However, the morning is new and I believe it should be celebrated."
"Why you shamefully horny wench" he answered in mock-shock. His palm slapped sharply over the perky slopes of her buttocks.
She retaliated immediately, digging her finger into his ribs and tickling. "It's your fault, milord! You took my innocence and made me what I am today ... "
"... a man-hungry bitch whose desires will never be sated," he laughed, squirming away from her fingers. His hand jumped between her legs and squeezed the plump mound of her sex. It was already moist. "I've created a Frankenstein's monster!"
"I know not who this Frankenstein is," she twisted from his grip after lingering for a moment, "but if you find me a monster, then there is no celebrating this morning!"
"You delightful bitch," he grinned at her feigned anger, then attacked her exposed neck with a series of teasing nibbles and kisses.
Her arms were at his chest pushing him away as she struggled, not too desperately, to get away from his advances. His hands clasped her wrists, then pinned her arms to the bed as if she were being tied spread-eagle. His mouth moved upward and completely devoured her ear with loving caresses.
"Ohhhooo," she moaned momentarily forgetting her playful fight, then she jerked away. "No, I will not submit to the desires of a vicious rapist!"
He raised above the pinioned red-headed tease, smiling in a lustful leer. She had named the game. And he intended to give it to her! Right where she wanted it!
"You little dick-teasing, bitch, I've watched you strutting around for weeks, flashing that wiggling ass and juggling those bouncing young tits around for all to see," he sneered taking the role she had suggested. He smiled as she squirmed with excitement and gooseflesh rippled over her trapped body. "Now I intend to fuck the hell out of that hot cunt of yours!"
"NOOOOOOO!" she pleaded, in a voice that beckoned him to fulfill his promises. "NOOOOOOO!"
"YESSSSS," he hissed lewdly.
Wiggling her body between her not too tightly clamped legs, his bludgeoning rod twitched at the moist fur of her oh-so-willing pussy. Quivery little shivers shot through her body at the intimate contact of their sexes. She squirmed and thrashed as if trying to find release from his grip, but her body never moved from the touch of his throbbing cockhead.
"Go on and fight, bitch," he mocked. "I like "em to fight. It makes it all the sweeter for my cock."
"Bastard," she cried out in fake outrage. "My father will have your head for this."
"Ha!" he leered back. "Your father sent you with me so I could get your head!"
"Oh!" she grunted with indignation. His hips lurched forward slithering his bulky prick into the humid cavern of her loins. Her feigned wounded pride turned to a pleased moan of "Oooohhhoooo!"
"That's it, bitch," he grunted, trying not to let the marvellous liquid warmth surrounding his shaft melt the role of rapist. "Take it and love it!"
She squirmed and wiggled her pinned body. This time the action came not in mock-protest but in pure abandoned, wanton sensual desire. Desire for him. It was going to be one hell of a task to be a rapist to such a willing victim, he admitted to himself. But he intended to give it his best before he had to give in to the love that filled his being.
Still holding her arms spread out to her side, he wrenched his cock out from the heated, enfolding burrow of her manhole. Her legs immediately wrapped around his as if she thought he was going to leave her completely. She moaned and her pelvis jumped up in an attempt to recapture him.
But all he needed was room to drop his head to the coral blushed buds topping her breasts. Sucking, licking, and nibbling, he sampled, then ate at the first fattening button until it was stiff and erect. In turn, he moved his head to the opposing cherry of flesh and repeated his taunting oral maneuvers until it stood as hard as its twin.
"This--isn't--fair ... " she panted as he excited thrilling waves of pleasure in the sensitive crests of her tits. Her hands struggled to be free of his grip and roam his body.
"There's nothing fair about rape, my lovely bitch." He snapped, then his teeth clamped firmly over one of the rubbery buttons.
Her eyes fluttered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. But she gave no indication the sensation was uncomfortable. Instead she moaned and squirmed under the body holding hers beneath its weight.
Tenderly, his tongue darted out to the throbbing, now red, nipple and licked. He washed and soothed the fleshy tit-tip with loving oral caresses. Then he pulled his mouth away and once more stretched out on his bed of womanflesh. In sensual languor, she writhed under his bulk. The satin-covered pillows of her breasts balled against his chest as she rolled them. Their tiny stiff nipples poked at his flesh.
His hips plunged down, ramming his hard prodder toward her cervix hidden in the warm recesses of her vagina. She groaned and threw her pelvis up to embrace the meaty impact of his thrust. She squirmed and rotated her hips, washing his length in the enfolding channel of her belly.
He jerked free again, leaving only the swollen crown of his cock throbbing in the quivering lips of her labia. Grunting, he shafted back into the thick fluids of her flooded furrow. Over and over he repeated his near violent, deep-grinding strokes. Her body leaped to greet each lunge, squirming in a motion that rubbed her excited clit into his pelvis.
For endless minutes he ramrodded himself home into her open quick. He ravished her cunt with jackhammer-like lunges that set his balls slapping wetly at the exposed curves of her buttocks. He bucked and hunched into her like a man gone wild with lust. He poled and drilled and speared and lanced into her sucking cunt. He reamed and rodded into her, whipping her body into a frantic frenzy of desire.
Somewhere amid the rising passion that consumed them both, he released her arms. Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a clutching embrace. Her fingernails dug into his back, raking long swollen red welts.
Abruptly, he stopped the maddening pace of his fucking cock. He pulled free of her throbbing tunnel of desire, so once more his gorged glans was held in the pouted lips of her cunt. In short teasing strokes he pumped rapidly into her fiery hole, never letting his cock drive deeper than just inside the scalloped folds of her inner lips. She moaned and writhed beneath the taunting torture of his new method of attack. No matter how she tried, bucking and hunching, he would not let her suck him back into the humid mouth of her belly.
His own hands wedged themselves between the springy cushion of their bed and her perky ass. Raising her bottom slightly to increase his angle of entry, he once more slid into her juice-filled pussy. But this time there was no roughness. He slithered as slowly as possible, spreading the softness of her hole as he went. As their crotches met once again, not in fleshy thuds, but with tender insistence. He eased back, withdrawing with the same deliberate languor.
She made no attempt to fight his latest manoeuver of sexual delight. Instead she lay back in complete submission to his will. Her whole being entered on the thick, swollen column of manhood that slowly packed and re-packed her cunt. She groaned and sighed as she felt every throbbing inch of his pole part the tight confines of her body until she was filled with hot pulsing cock. Her hands roved his back soothing the welts she had made but seconds ago.
His own hands were far from idle. Kneading and fondling the firm demi-globes he held, he tickled and wiggled a finger into the humid dark crease. Probing and searching he found the puckered anal ring. Startled by his newest of explorations of her body, he felt the tight mouth draw taut beneath his tapping digit. The squeezing circle of muscle pouted small smooth fleshy nodes.
As he kept up his slow poling of her liquid cunt, his finger lightly traced around the closed portal to her bowels. Soothing and assuring her, he played over the brown hole until she, at last, relaxed to accept his touch. The inquiring tip of his finger moved to the centre of the small ring and teased at the dark centre. Her body trembled with thrilled quivers brought by his digital suggestion. She relaxed further, inviting his entrance.
He did not hesitate to accept the offering. Gently, so as not to have the tight muscles clamp shut once again and deny him, he eased into her ass hole. Sliding as deep as the confined position would allow, both cock and finger remained motionless to let her accustom her body to its newest invader. He felt the quivering walls of her anal channel go almost flaccid as she accepted him.
Then he began to skewer his fiery shaft back into her clinging slit. With the same reckless abandon he had first begun in mock-rape, he reamed the flowering folds of her pussy. From behind, his ass-entrenched finger wiggled and twisted as best it could as her body tensed with pleasure under the renewed attack.
Within five of the jackhammer lunges, her body responded to meet his rhythm. She bucked up to grab and suck his pulsing rod into the liquid warmth of her fiery core. The walls of her vaginal tunnel squeezed him with velvet-covered muscles of steel. In loving passionate caresses she milked his length, setting his balls afire with the same desire that inflamed his prick
When he jerked outward, she squeezed tighter so the wet, pink lips of her pussy mouth formed a straining ring of muscle that clung and held to his length. Then she relaxed and dropped back to the bed to await his next drilling entry.
However, her willing accommodation of his cock produced just the opposite effect for the finger fucking at her ass hole. When she leaped up to swallow his gorged shaft with her cunt, she slipped off the probing digit. And when she pulled away from his prick, she impaled herself on his finger.
Doubly entered and doubly fucked, she bucked and writhed, moaning as the blasts of carnal pleasure shot through her submissive body. She squealed, moaned, whimpered, cried, groaned, grunted and pleaded with pleasure. She twisted and trembled and quivered with the duel invasion of her body.
At last she shuddered violently as he whipped her to new heights of orgasmic beauty. Her whole body existed only for the pleasure he brought. Her whole being expanded and contracted in a universe gone wild with ecstasy. She was torn from reality and thrown to the winds of pleasure. Wholly and totally she gave herself to the commanding sensations and sailed the multi-coloured sides of rapture.
With perfect timing, he matched her coming. His testicles unleashed a writhing, twisting geyser of sperm and semen. Up and up, it steamed its way through his already burning cock. Higher and higher, it rushed until it seared over the agitated head of his shaft exploding outward into her contracting, squeezing hole.
Jet after spewing jet fountained from his jerking cock. A tidal wave of thick white cream spurted and shot into her caressing cunt. Even after he had completely drained his balls of every last drop of come, the prodigious spasms of release jolted his body over and over.
As his proud hard cock deflated to a limp rubbery hose and slithered from her come-dripping cunt, he rolled to his side and cuddled her still trembling body to him. As they held each other, afraid to disturb the intensity of the sensations and emotions they had created and fanned with love, the sun grew higher in the sky, flooding more light into their palace room.
"Thank you, my baron," she finally whispered. "It was good."
"Very good," he answered. "Very good."
She was silent for a moment as if puzzling over a problem in her mind. "I think," she commented, "that I would like to have you where your finger was. Do you think we could try it sometime?"
Grinning, he leaned to her and kissed her lips. "I think that also would he very good."
"Good!" she exclaimed. "When do we begin?"
He laughed with delight at her eagerness for another lesson in the pleasures of the flesh, but waved her off, "Hold on, woman! At the moment I'm fucked dry. I don't think I could get it up no matter what! Give me a little time to regain my strength. In case I haven't mentioned it, you're one hell of a woman in bed!"
Smiling, she planted a wet, warm kiss on his lips to show her pleasure at his compliment. Then her eyes probed his with wondering innocence. "Do you think if I used my mouth and hands I could wake it again?"
"Judging from past experience," he smiled, "I'd say such measures would shorten the needed time by about half."
Her hazel eyes sparkling with impish delight, she began to run a cool hand down his stomach toward his sleeping cock. Her tongue flicked over her luscious lips, leaving a glistening trail of inviting wetness.
Just about then, a loud ringing knock came from the door to their bed chamber. Disengaging her searching arms, he kissed her lightly, then slid from the bed. He paused on his journey to the door just long enough to pull on his pants.
He cracked the wooden portal open just enough to peek out. Jan, dressed in the full royal regalia of Lindakarian stood outside, a knowing smile on her face.
Chapter 13
"Well, well," his ex-copilot chuckled as she stepped into the expansive bedroom, her eyes glancing to Elf still naked on the oval bed. "It seems that the royalty of Keller has acquired a definite taste for Chadwick Ponkert the Third."
"It's good to see that Hortians still practice the old tradition of allowing their heroes their pleasures after saving a fair damsel from danger," Rololf grinned as he pushed his way into the room after his queen. Likewise, his eyes darted to Elf, who did her best to scurry under the covers.
Doing his best not to be put off by the sudden intrusion, but admitting the bed chamber had transformed into Grand Central Station, he greeted his hosts, "To what do we owe this royal visit?"
"Don't worry," Rololf smiled, his eyes still lingering on the huddled and covered Elf. "We'll be off in a moment."
"But we thought you two could use a breakfast break," Jan took up, waving in two servants who entered with silver trays.
"While I have heard tales of your sexual prowess," Rololf commented, "even the best of men need food to keep up their strength."
Ponkert glanced at his former co-pilot realizing when she said she had told the Lindakarian king everything, she had meant just that.
"Perhaps someday I will be offered the same hospitality that my queen set for you at your arrival at the palace," Rololf mused, his eyes darting back to Elf.
Ponkert noticed a pleased smile on the head that peeked out above the covers. I have created a Frankenstein's monster, he mentally grinned.
"Also my very persuasive queen has convinced me of the need of financial support for your peace mission back to Hort," Rololf continued, waving another servant into the room, who carried a small chest. "An ample supply of silver and gold pieces to see you through."
"For at least six years, rather than six months." Jan added, opening the chest for his view. Small gold and silver disks heaped the chest to overflowing.
"Now, we'll be going," he urged the servants out of the room. "May the gods of Ulfblom smile on you and your efforts with the treaty, Baron Ponkert."
The Earthman watched the two leave. Then Rololf stuck his head back into the room, catching Elf lowering the covers from her body. He glanced at Ponkert. "Really should have thought of a peace treaty years ago."
Then the Lindakarian ruler ducked out, closing the door behind him.
Somewhat astonished, Ponkert turned to the wealth Jan had managed to place before him as inducement to divert him from opening a matter transmission link with Earth. He smiled. There was enough here for him to start his own empire, Kellerian style.
The idea intrigued him. Why should he want to share the beauty of this wild and wonderful planet with the teeming and destructive billions on Earth? What else did he need that he couldn't find on Keller?
He rolled the vision of Ponkert the King over in his mind. Of course, there were some minor changes and advances in technology he would like to slip into the Kellerian life style. Not that many, or too quickly, to produce some type of cultural shock but a few over a period of years.
Perhaps a kingdom in the south. If he could manage Tomar's and Rololf's aid, there was always a certain black knight by the name of Yngvi who deserved to be unseated. He was also sure he could find a couple of willing bodies to man, or woman, his scullery.
"Hell, I don't need the others," he thought out loud. "I can do it myself!"
"Do what yourself!" Elf piped up from the bed.
He glanced up and let his eyes travel the soft curves she had uncovered. The lovely red-headed princess was stretched on her stomach with one of her long supple legs bent backwards toward her perky ass, as if in reminder of her earlier suggestion.
Yes, he decided to himself, it'll take time. But that's one thing I've got plenty of.
"Just thinking of the future." he answered her. "Nothing to bother with now."
He unclasped his pants and let them slip to the floor. His eyes swept over the breakfast trays. Finding the item he sought, his hand picked up a small bowl. After all, if Elf's enticing ass proved to be as tight as her vagina, he needed every bit of the butter he carried to gain his entry.
