9 comments/ 8280 views/ 13 favorites Harem of Vanity By: SizeQueenSupreme Hey all! I'm sorry to interrupt the other series I've been working on, but this is a project I'm pretty excited about. I'd love to hear your feedback and field your questions, just use the contact page here to get at me. ***** There were three things of which I could be absolutely certain. 1. If I didn't escape soon, I was going to brutally executed. 2. I could escape whenever I wanted. 3. One of my captors was packing a huge cock, so I was really on the fence about things one and two. "Stand up, bitch! It's time for your trial!" one of the brutes shouted at me as he knocked his fist against the metal wall that emitted the containment field. "Aw, couldn't you have sent me the black-haired one with the broad shoulders?" I pouted. "Why would I do that?" "A prisoner is entitled to her last meal." I beamed. "just stand the fuck up and get over here, cunt." "His loss." I stood and complied. He tapped a few buttons on the console I knew to be on the other side of my cell and the force field dropped with a dying hum. His partner—also not the hung hot guard I wanted— pointed his concussion rifle at me as I freely offered my hands to the brute. "Try not to pinch my tits this time." I smiled with the request. He slapped the grav-cuffs onto my wrists and they whipped together, pinching my breasts in exactly the way I'd asked him not to. If there was one thing I hated about being imprisoned above the low-quality food, the beatings, the casual abuse, and of course, the smell, it was almost never being allowed to have even a bra. I'm sure for the usual criminals, even the female ones, that sort of ammenity was understandaby absent, underwire could be used as a weapon and it's not like it mattered if their tits bounced a little more while they were walked to the decorporializer. But when you're saddled with a pair of MMM-cup shirt-rippers like mine, bralessness is a downright cruel and unusual punishment. My girls ached for relief from their own weight as much as they longed for some affectionate handling. I trudged between them, the blue-and-grey jumpsuit straining to hold together around my curves. If there was any real victim here, it was the clothing. At least they allowed me a hair tie, my platinum blonde pony-tail was high and tight, except for a single errant strand that fell between my pale purple eyes. The march led us into a crowded court-room; perhaps a hundred people had crowded into the public bench areas to finally see me get mine, different aliens and androids and humans like me all champing at the bit. They were a picnic compared to the judge, the old bastard had a scowl that could have melted Nusteel and I didn't think he was going to be feeling particularly merciful. I kissed the air, then blew, not being able to use my hands made the gesture somewhat less clear, but I think my adoration for my public was obvious. The lawyer who would be speaking against me was actually kind of cute. I lamented not having time to get him naked and seeing if he was worth my time, but those pretty black curls would have to get sweaty over some other space-slag for the forseeable future. My lawyer, a public defender, was by contrast, the least sexy thing I had ever seen. He was of an alien species I had yet to encounter, but it was as though he were fashioned of the imperfections of humans all wadded up into a big bunch. His suit was actually a thick coat of fur that grew from his back, his head was bald save for a single curly patch in the center. His chest was concave and his gut an outward jutting oval that jiggled when he moved. That made sense, they would have picked him for maximum failure and looking like this, any argument he put forth (in what I assumed would be a wimpy, nasal voice, just to complete the picture) would be ignored by the jury. To be fair, I was guilty as sin and twice as attractive. *** "Vanity Nova, for thirteen years your reign of terror throughout the seven solar-systems has been the stuff of true infamy. In the wake of your passage, there have been fortunes worth of robbery and looting, untold expenses in property damage, scores of kidnapped women and men an-" I interrupted him, "Correction Your Honor. Kidnapped men. The women all came willingly. They wanted their own lives and power in the world and I gave it to them." The Judge scowl-smirked at my outburst. "You know, Miss Nova, you might want to consider disputing claims the prosecution makes in their entirety next time. When you jump in to correct one point like that it almost makes it seem like everything else you didn't correct is true in your opinion as well." "It is." I said, beaming, and the judge went back to scowl-scowling. "Then I see no reason to go on. Ladies, gentleman, nueterkin, hyperdimensional, bacterial and all varying identifiers therrein, before you sits a woman who admits to her crimes and is unrepentant for them. Keep that in mind as she speaks in her defense and know in your hearts and various other organs and metaphorical constructs that you have no choice but to vote guilty in your deliberations." "Would you like to take the stand, Miss Nova?" The judge asked. "I would, Your Honor." I said. "Bailif, escort Miss Nova to the bar." The judge instructed. My heart leapt as he came from the back, it was the hung stud! So that was why he wasn't with the other guards, he'd been picked for court duty today. Now that I had my prize I could escape! I let him lead me to the stand, grinning as he stood to the side and clasped his hands in front of my prize's prize, the one that dangled between his legs. "What do you have to say in your defense, Miss Nova?" the judge asked. "Well your honor, and all you fucks in the jury box, I'm gonna keep this short and to the point. Today is about truth, is it not? Let's have some. I comitted all the crimes of which I stand accused, and a number that haven't even been brought up. I'm also guilty of being a cheat at cards, a lush, and certainly a bit of a slut. Now that that's all clear, let's have more honesty, shall we? This is a kangaroo court that will not allow you to think for yourselves because it isn't what society wants you to do. My crimes have largely been victimless, and where there were victims, trust me that they fucking deserved it. In addition, all the guards but the one to my left have teeny tiny penises and I suspect their life of protective service is to cover for the insecurity they all feel because of this. And lastly, since we are speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I'm fucking out of here!" With those words I abruptly dived left, my tongue peeling the adhesive strip from the roof of my hard palette to allow the Pill containing Hrunja extract to disolve in my mouth. At the same time I wrapped my leg's around stud-boy's torso and used my cuffed hands as a sort of loop to shove his face between my massive breasts. Guards aimed weapons and people hollared, but all that was just a glimpse before the extract kicked in and the pair of us faded from sight. *** I had trained to withstand the disorienting effects of Hrunja, which was what gave me advantage over the poor bailif. By the time he was done gasping for breath, and, I suspected, his vision was be clearing I already had my knees trapping his arms to the ground and was letting my tits do what they did best: rest heavily. I could feel his feeble attempts to breath as I ground the big mounds into the ground around his face. I spoke directly into his ear. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. With my boobs on you like this you have maybe two minutes, possibly three if you can really hold your breath before you go unconcious from oxygen loss. If you're smart, you'll reach back, as painful a position as it may be, and use your fingerprint to deactivate the cuffs that I'm using to hold you in this near-fatal position. If you're not, you'll die, and I'll just have to find another way to dump the cuffs later, but I'm not keeping you alive if you don't prove cooperative. Clear?" He paused a moment. The hot ones were almost never smart, but finally he did as I had instructed. The second the cuffs deactivated I snatched his weapon from the strap around his shoulder and pointed it so that it was the first thing he saw when he finally rescued his face from my vast expanse of titflesh. "I am so fired," he groaned. "Aw, don't fret dearie, you're going to have a job with me from now on." "What?" "You heard the trial. I kidnap men. Well, it starts out as kidnapping, but eventually they almost always end up liking it. I think you will too." "You're free, what good am I to you as a hostage?" "Oh no, not a hostage, hon. You're gonna be in my harem." "You're what?" "You're the whole reason I'm here." "Why?" "Think back to the night your band managed to capture me. Do you remember what you were doing before you stumbled on my crashed ship?" "Uh, we patroled awhile, we landed on the planet, that stuff?" "No. You took a piss." "What?" "You and one of the other guards put down your guns, went over to the bush, you hauled out your big fat limp swinging dick and took a piss. I was watching from my hiding spot. That's why I didn't run when the rest of your boys came from the other way; I was mesmerized." "You're kidding." "Nope." "You're the most dangerous criminal in the entire galaxy and we brought you in because you saw my COCK!?" "You got it." An odd little smirk crept over his face and he blushed a little. "You know, that's actually quite flattering." "Well in my defense, it's a VERY big dick." "That's what the other guys always say, but-" "Shhhh!" I raised a clench fist as I shushed him, "your nano-cocked coworkers are gonna be looking for us, we've got to find somewhere to lay low for the night, then we'll be hooking up with The Audacity in the morning." "You've got to be kidding me. Why do you think I'll implicate myself?" "I'm the one with the gun," I explained. "Now move those three legs and MARCH." "I'm not a Sirius Sigma 9 Alien, I don't have three legs," he protested as he began to walk. "Yeah," I said, gently patting the bulge of his penis with the rifle-stalk, "you keep telling yourself that." *** We found a decent clearing. It would suit my purposes nicely, from the soft moss to the obscuring trees that would keep us from view. "Now we're going to sleep," I said, gesturing for a particularly dense patch of arboreal softness with the gun. "I'm going to stay awake. Then, when you go to sleep, I'm going to get away or get my gun back. You might as well just surrender now." I laughed, "That's exactly where you're wrong, tripod, you're about to be very sleepy." "What?" He didn't have time to think as I pulled the trigger, bursts of field-contained magma burst out in red-hot lines, he screamed in panic as I fired again and again, then blew the smoke coming from the barrel as I admired my handiwork. His pants were melted slag, his perfect cock hanging free and limp, drooping admirably over a pair of balls the size of valencia oranges. I pointed the gun back at him. "Hands behind your head and close your eyes," I commanded as I closed the distance between us. Blind, terrified and possibly hungry, he would was probably shocked when he felt the heat of my saliva licking and lapping across the surface of his massive testicles. I worked hard, letting the tip of my tongue slip into his scrotums many wrinkles and creases, slavishly polishing the fear-sweat from them, warming them, loving how they descended in lusty fullness as he relaxed. I'd come back to them later, but I had to pay respect to the massive appendage that had so caught my attention. I seized the middle of it, loving how heavilly it drooped in limpness as I pursed my lips and kissed the head, tonguing deep beneath his foreskin, swirling around his extra-sensitive head with a deep lusty moan to let him know how I was enjoying the flavor of him. He was beginning to fill out now, and I took the time to get the rest of his shaft coated in slobber, giving flat-tongued licks up and down the sides, bathing the veins that criss-crossed along the bottom of his cock, nibbling and slurping my way up the tip with sloppy mouth-motions, letting drool spill from my lips, running in rivulets up and down his lengthening shaft, slipping into that foreskin, dripping from those nuts. I pulled back to admire the effect I was having. His cock was starting to resemble the rifle-barrel for all its length, I pressed the two together a moment just to appreciate it. "Please don't shoot my balls off!" He begged, voice husky with lust despite the pleading tone. "Never in a million years, dummy. I have plans for those." I moved the gun aside, hand still on it just in case and proceeded to angle my neck, attacking his balls from the bottoms this time, kissing and sucking at one, then the other, bobbling them like toys on my face, moving and swaying so that they'd drag ruggedly over the whole of my countenance, my features nothing more than a platter to cradle their weight. "Come on stud... you're teabagging the most feared Piratess in the known universe. Don't tell me that isn't making your little head just about burst with ego overflow," I purred the words into his nutsack, knowing full-well that if he did open his eyes and look all he'd see was my chin beneath his titanic equipment. He didn't have to answer with words, his prick was finally at full-stand, jutting up powerfully from his crotch like a rocket prepared for launch, and launch is exactly what I planned to make it do. But first things first; I opened my mouth as wide as it would possibly go, lifting up to totally engulf one of this monster balls, letting the huge sphere of sperm syrup descend deep into my throat, gagging on it as the thing stopped my gullet completely. I teared up a little; I didn't want to look weak just now, but I couldn't help it, I had never gobbled so massive a ball. Painfully I dropped, my throat making a horrific "GLURRRK" noise as the colossal cum bag broke free. "Holy fuck," he groaned, "can I please look at what you're doing down there, you uh, wicked, evil pirate bitch?" I laughed, playfully giving his hard dick a slap, "Okay, one more time, but not a third, your balls could fucking kill a girl." He looked down, those innocent brown eyes wide with awe as I repeated the act of deep ball suction, tugging the bag a little as I retreated off this time, loving how his face went through what seemed twenty different joyful, confused and ecstatic emotions as I did. He might have an enormous cock, but this guy would suck at poker. Well, maybe not strip poker. But I digress. Then it was on to the main attraction itself, I took a few deep breaths to ready myself before plunging my face onto that seeming mile of meat, taking advantage of my now free hands to peel the ugly prison jumpsuit seam open, famously massive tits bobbling into view. There are endless rumors about just how my boobs stay as firm as they are. Some think I'm cybernetic, others believe I've recieved some sort of alien training or technology, while others say, "holy fucking christ those are some gigantic titties!" and let the issue rest at that. He marveled at them, eyes somehow even wider than they already had been, like if he just peeled his lids open far enough he'd somehow be able to take them all in a way that stuck. Just to be a bitch I gave the girls a healthy jiggle, watching the way his pupils jiggled right along with them. You can threaten men with violence, or try to make cogent arguments, or even attempt to bribe them, but I'll take my pair of MMM cups in terms of converting people to my cause any day. speaking of mmm, I went "mmm" as I opened wide for his girthy helmet. Not only was the guy hung but he had one of those dicks where the head is clearly the biggest part... he was gonna feel incredible every time he popped in or out of my pussy, but the goal tonight wasn't to pleasure myself, I had to wear him out, so instead I popped that megalithic pricktip in and out of my fat pouty dicksucking lips over and over and over, letting myself take in a little more with each dive in, adding perhaps a centimeter or so of cock to my face at every plunge. I had to be careful, this was exactly where I could get myself into trouble. On the one hand, I had to show this gargantuan god-rod the time of its life, pleasure him like no one ever had until he was a mewling mess of spent sperm at my feet. On the other, the best way to do that was to take this sucker DEEP, and deepthroating a dick that could probably reach my stomach was dangerous. I couldn't assert control over him if I was puking my guts out onto his boulder-like balls. So I worked up to it slow. I took time to stick his cockhead into my left cheek, stretching my face out for his horny pleasure, swiveling it across my tongue to the other cheek, showing him that my mouth was big enough to suck an ordinary average cock sideways. I let the girthy invador probe beneath my tongue, testing the limits of my jaw, pushing it down. It was actually a good way to warm my poor hinges up who were about to get a SERIOUS work out. I don't know if you start your day cracking your jaw open to suck a mag-light, but I don't, so I wasn't used to this. Finally I started to bob up and down on him, letting a hand help keep me from biting, or rather throating, off more than I could chew. As I worked into it more and more I couldn't keep my horny moans of approval from rolling around his shaft and spilling from my mouth. I was truly fighting my cunt, which begged and begged that we stop all this sucking and let the beast fuck it. Sucking dick makes me horny. Huge dicks make me horny. Sucking a huge dick could put me into a frenzied overdrive that made me hard to control. That frenzy was making other aspects of this hard to control too. That helping hand I was using had started to slip and every few bobs I'd back off with a cough or gag, the fearsomely fat fuckstick was gaping my throat into new shapes even as it stopped my air. The up-and-down motion of my body was more than just my head moving, I rocked on my knees, tits swaying and bouncing explosively. I realized I was neglecting a valuable weapon and angled back even further, my huge tits coliding with his massive dangling balls at every epic bounce. Sometimes they would just brush the bottoms of his sack, and others slip to caress the sides front, and if I really angled my arms right I could get my undulating udders to part and then slap together around his ballsack, the wait of them tugging his nuts down as they'd descend. Humongous cock or not, this poor boy didn't stand a chance against me. But I had to respect his staying power. I was so caught up in the moment it was a long time before I realized it had even been a long time. Beads of sweat rolled down my forhead and shoulders and tits. Waves of thick, pearlescent slobber drooled from my lips, making a complete mess of my jaw, and dripped down with such constant excessiveness it looked like I was wearing a bib made of ball-batter draped over my tremendous tits. I couldn't wait to measure this monstrosity when I was back in the safety of my ship, but I was fairly certain I was hitting at least ten inches of cock at each bounce, and there was still so much cock left to go. Finally I hit him with a real show-stopper, gargling that preposterous pole of penile plowmeat (oh good lord, he'd skull-fucked the cogency right out of my terminology) as deep as I could then swallowing on it while rolling my head, letting the depths of my gullet caress his head while my esophagus rippled on his shaft. The balls I was battering with my bouncing boobs began to bunch up, their low-hanging sack cinching up on itself as they prepared to deliver what I guessed would be one unbelievable payload. His expressive face had "Holy fuck I'm going to cum!" written all over it as I sucked and glucked and throatfucked my way to the ocean of cum being greedily hoarded by his humongous hanging nuts. Harem of Vanity Pt. 02 Hey all, a lot of you have asked where I was going to take this little space pirate adventure, so here's a little more of it. If you like what I'm doing, please get in touch with me at the address on my contact page, and that goes double if you don't like what I'm doing. Either way, let me know. ***** Even though I did nod off a little through the night, I still managed to wake up with a start when he finally stirred away. He looked a little chagrined at my still-stained condition, but said nothing about it. I kept the gun trained on him as he stood up and uncerimoniously pissed into a nearby bush before finally tucking his floppy monster away. "So how about it stud? You really wanna take me in to the law?" He fretted, "I'll never be able to work for Galactic Squad again I don't. And they'll promote me for sure if I bring you in. Hell, I might skip Seargant and make Captain. And there'd be money." I smirked. "Sounds like an easy decision to me." Then I peeled my shirt off, letting my gigantic tits sway free, cocking my head a little as I put my hands on my hips and tilted my pelvis to show off my curves to their maximum displayability. "You're right. It is," he said. "When do we leave?" *** We didn't have much trouble with the Bailiff's friends. Without activating his distress beacon, which had mysteriously been short-circuited by a torrent of semen the night before, they had no way to narrow our position down. We made it to the drop site at the crest of a large plateau just a few hours after waking up. I had found a good stream to rinse off in, and while I was a bit cold and wet by the time the ship landed, nipples protruding through my jumpsuit like they were making an escape attempt of their own, I was at least no longer covered in any beacon-destroying fluids. My Dinghy is called The Moonshadow, and I was glad to see her again. It was a little craft made for tight engagements in the depths of space, difficult to land in atmosphere without truly skilled piloting and beautiful to behold. The Moonshadow had its guns and shields stripped out in favor of detection countermeasures, various reflectors and holographic projectors allowed it to blend beautifully in with surroundings visually, while RF-static generators created a signal that seemed like plausible interference from other forms of detection. It was a crescent up front with the points facing the head of the ship, while elevated wings that were more cosmetic than anything sat at the rear not unlike the spoiler on an ancient car. The hull was a broad rectangle which I'd outfitted with comfortable chairs, a bed for longer trips and entertainment in the form of video and board games. Four could stay comfortably on The Moonshadow so long as someone was driving and at least two of the other three were basically fucking, which in the case of my crew, was pretty much a guarantee. I walked ahead of the stud when the rear ramp descended to let us on; at this point I pretty much trusted him with my back to him and even if I didn't, well, I was still holding his gun. Minerva was there to greet me with that shy, wide-eyed grin of hers. Ahhh Minerva, greatest pilot in the galaxy. She was a mousy thing, with brown hair, brown eyes that she kept behind large thick-rimmed glasses, and a fit body outfitted with perky little tits that would clearly never sag. The poor thing was absolutely smitten with me. I'd saved her from a pair of marauders when she was barely a woman grown and she'd been in awe of me ever since. I don't know if she was gay her whole life or if she just switched for me, but her service to me was absolute, slavish, and at times kind of wearing on the nerves. "Oh captain, my captain!" she beamed as she snapped into a crisp salute. I don't know where she picks these things up. "Hey Mini, did you keep The Moonshadow warm for me?" "Yes sir!" She dropped the salute and eyed the bailiff as he crept up behind me. "Oh wow, who's the beefcake?" I giggled, realizing that despite having consumed what might have been several quarts of this man's cum, I didn't have the first clue what his name was. "Good question." I turned to him. "Beefcake? Sound off, Mister!" He cleared his throat, blushing a little at the sudden attention. Him and Minerva were gonna get along fine if they just shy'd at each other all day. "Patrolman First Class Torrin Voss, at your service." He returned her salute. I growled and stalked ahead, tossing his gun aside. Any funny business in here and I could have a containment field around him in nano-seconds, without air holes if the business was funny enough. "Stop staring at his ludicrously overstuffed crotch and get us back to The Audacity, Mini," I ordered. She never fucked any of my harem, even when I offered, but she was as impressionable as the next girl. Minerva fired up the ship and soon we were on a swerving course back up into the atmosphere. The Moonshadow didn't need giant rocket thrust to escape the planet's atmosphere, but like most small craft had a supersonically vibrating hull that did the astonishing work of moving through the limits of gravity by shaking upwards in invisible fractions of distance. It was an effective way of getting to space, but slow. "We've got time to kill," I announced. "Who wants to eat my pussy?" "I'm flying the ship!" Minerva complained. "I knoooww," I said in a tone that was just dripping with bitch. I don't know why I'm so mean to Minerva, there's just something about her complete subservience that rubs me the wrong way. I shed the jumpsuit and dumped it right into the matter stripper, letting the machine hum away as it broke the garment into component parts for use in matter construction later. I made myself comfortable in one of the beanbag chairs and spread my legs, and really my whole body out, letting Torrin drink in the sight of me. I won't lie, I know I'm hot and if I'm supposed to have an ounce of modesty about it, the world can go fuck itself. If I had hit the image I was going for right my platinum hair would be flared out framing my head like a halo against the purple leather texture of the chair, my lithe arms and legs splayed up and down respectively, my huge tits angled just to the left so their obscene profile was on full display, the smooth full lips of my cunt beckoning for attention. Torrin dropped right to his hands and knees and crawled for me, tongue already lolling from his mouth like he was dying in a desert. "That's a good boy," I mewed as stroked his hair, "show your respect for your new captain." What he clearly lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. His vigorous, full licks up and down my labia sent shivering shudders of pleasure that I felt down to my toes. He worked his tongue deep between them as well, making me give horny little whimpers as he experimented with sliding it in and out. He took minimal guidance to find my engorged clit, and I almost applauded as he began to swab his tongue up and down it. The longer he worked away at it, the more I met his licks and laps with pelvic tilts and rough tugs of his tousled hair, allowing myself to grind my little button into his jaw with greater and greater pressure, gasping as the cream spilled from me and coated him tongue, lips and chin. He experimented more, using his lips to nibble my labia and clit with more force, sucking the later into his mouth and delicately testing it with his teeth. That was when I squirted, spattering the rest of his face as I thrashed a bit, gasping for breath, sprinkling him with my sweet honey as he eagerly drank. I deftly wrapped my thighs around his shoulders and abruptly twisted, crudely slapping him to his back, head on the rim of the beanbag chair, then I slid down and mounted his face, dominantly grinding my pussy against his lips. He seemed surprised, but obliged me by licking sucking and biting at my cunt with just as much fervor as he had when he was the one on top. His hands stroked and grabbed at my ass while he sucked away, lips smacking lewdly against lips, my appreciative moans only growing louder. I smirked at Minerva when shed' glance back, looking at my hungrily, eyes drawn to my breasts, following the beads of sweat that dripped down them as I let gravity and my cunt really punish the poor policeman. Well, ex-policeman. When I'd had enough, I slid down his body, letting my still pouring cunt sit on his coiled cock withing his pants, soaking them through so his gigantic bulge was all the more prominent, dropping my tits to his face, letting him feel rewarded by the massive weight of my bosom smearing my cream around his face, then I lowered further and gave him a magnificent full-mouthed kiss, tasting myself in every corner of his face. He was mine now. *** It was two hours later when the ship had finally reached the isolated part of space where The Audacity lay in wait for me. My eyes shone at the sight of her, loving every nook and cranny from the huge Space-Compactor engines at the rear, two arrowheads that would float independently from the rest of the ship when in use. She was beautiful. Next time I'd have to remember to delay my gratification and see if I could hit my biggest orgasm just as the ship came into view, that would be a double-dose for the senses. Minerva aimed the Moonshadow for the waiting platform on the exterior of the hull, and with just as much skill as she displayed in getting in and out of orbit, alighted in the exact spot. Another bit of dead weight we made room for more stealth equipment by getting rid of was the docking computer; With Minerva at the helm we'd never need it. The moment we were clamped in place I gave her a playful spank. "Another flawless landing, Mini." She flushed at my words and didn't look right at me; she was probably a bit mad at my little indulgence on our way up, but she'd forgive me when she heard the rest of the story. Sucking that cock the night previous had made me so horny, I needed release badly, and she was in no position to give it to me. Ah, Polyamory, that brave moment in the 21rst century when mankind looked to the monogamous relationships they'd enjoyed for so long, and said to itself, "You know what? This isn't *complicated* enough." and what was now the societal norm was born. It was rare to find couples that stayed couples anymore, though most relationships stayed a twosome for at least a few years. Then partners were gradually added, and while Minerva considered me to be her prime and most important relationship, I had never shown the same deference for her. In fact, I had yet to find someone I would consider prime, and in the vanity that is my namesake, I suspect I'll never find an individual who will strike me as being particularly worthy of that. But hey, I was still going to suck and fuck my way through the universe looking. What else is life for if not that? Once locked into place, the ship sank in about halfway, the hull absorbing the Moonshadow into a sort of bump on the armored plating that covered the Audacity. It was time to introduce the new stud to the rest of the crew. *** As we walked, I poked my head into the armory, where sure enough, I found Fiona oiling some of the munitions we'd seized over the years. "Captain, you're back." She didn't sound pleased or displeased, merely stating a fact. I could almost hear Torrin's eyes crawling over her muscular frame. He was doing what all men inevitably did with her; compare themselves, and find themselves wanting. Fiona is all muscle that hit the gym and got got muscles of its own. She's worked hard for it, and has also seen nanogenetic treatments that push the edges of her potential. "Fiona, Torrin. Torrin, Fiona Rubanka. You need anyone's ass kicked, you come to her. Oh, and don't do anything that makes me want to kick your ass, because she's the one I'm going to get to do it." "Got it," he said, shaking gingerly, wincing a little as she crushed his hand in hers, bowing slightly to alleviate their height difference since she towered over him at seven feet. Her similarly enhanced J-cup breasts did their best to steal some attention from the muscles and height as his eyes found themselves level with the cleavage of her tank-top. "So how big is it?" she asked, talking not to him, but to me. "Haven't measured yet girl, but I think he's the new harem King." She looked appraisingly at his crotch and licked her lips. On a less intimidating woman this might have been alluring, but from her it seemed downright predatory. "Back to your duties, bitch," I commanded as I pulled him back into the corridor. *** Our path took us by the engines, so I poked my head in. Nal wasn't in a great place for introductions, her lithe body prone on a roller-dolly as she got beneath some component that makes my ship run or something. Torrin admired the curiously firm breasts that were visible through her bulky jumpsuit. They weren't as big as mine, but slightly larger than Ms. Rubanka's, and completely artificial. Nal's whole body was. "Hey Nal, don't mind me, I'm just walking the new meat on board." "Understood, Captain." Her voice was muffled by engine noise, but clear enough in that strange stereophonic voice of hers. She would show less interest in him than other crew members would. While she sometimes seemed to take enjoyment in taking what she dubbed "her least necessary organs" for a spin, she was generally more interested in making mechanical love to the Audacity than she was in fucking. *** "What do you think I should feed this one?" Bianca was flying right up in his face when she asked the question. My cook was a mere 6 inches tall, and if her race did not command considerable Kinesthetic Telekinetic abilities, (the fancy way of saying she can mentally lift things she touches) there's no way she'd be able to hang in a human kitchen. Hell, first pot she'd get trapped under she'd die. She paused appraisingly at the notable bulge that traveled down one of his thighs, seeming to gauge her height against that of his monstrous member. "I bet he eats a lot," she marveled, and I got the sense she was no longer talking about Torrin as a whole. For her size, Bianca had a hot little body, all curves and membranous wings and hair. Her antanae were known to droop when she was tired or angry, but as excited as she was now, were sticking straight up. "Just the regular amount I suppose, "he murmured. "What kind of food do you eat around here?" "Whatever Captain big-tits here happens to get on board," she shot back, rudely sitting atop my left breast. "Yup, and you'll both be damned thankful for it." She didn't see my hand sneaking alongside her, nor the position it was in, but she sure as hell gave a yelp when I FLICKED her off of me. *** We ran into Sarah Ashworth as we followed yet another winding corridor. I made quick introductions while Torrin's tongue tried to fall out of his mouth. I had to admit she was looking awfully fetching in her casual outfit, white blouse straining around those KK-cup breasts, black hair framing her small-featured face neatly, skirt playfully whipping around those lush hips. "Captain, I'm glad you're back. We need to talk about the accounts." I scowled. "I don't see how there could be a problem, we've had almost a dozen successful missions in a row, haven't we?" "Yes, Captain, but, well, you keep bringing back men and toys and things. We haven't absconded with any money in quite some time." "Don't worry, I'll figure something out." "And I'll worry," she shot back. *** Finally we arrived on the bridge. The moment I'd set foot on the cold voice of the computer announced my presence, "Captain on the Bridge." Adrea stood up from my chair and turned, facing us with a slight bow. "Welcome back, Nova," she said. She had earned the right to not call me captain long ago and she seemed to take great pride in it. She looked Torrin over a moment, and he her. I knew what was happening to him. His brain was being assaulted by the veritable flood of pheromones she emitted at all times, her species, the Eadi was the most evolved towards co-existence in all the known universe. Records suggested her kind had come about in a densely populated planet with hundreds of competing intelligent bipedal species, and as natural selection had played out over the centuries they were the only race left standing. Not because they were the smartest or the most skilled at violent conquest, but because all the others had so eagerly fucked their way through the Eadi Gene Pool that their traits were the only to stay dominant. She was milk white in skin tone with pronounced veins of purple that carried her alien blood all over the lush body. Her bone-white hair was long and loose and fell clear to her waist. Her eyes were a striking indigo, almost glowing as they roamed approvingly over Torrin's body. While her eyes roamed, his had found a more permanent home in the vast valley of cleavage created by her dress. The enormous milk jugs she called breasts were the closest to rivaling mine, firm LLL cups that to my great infuriation never sagged an inch. Even I wanted her most of the time. Oh I wouldn't call myself bisexual, I'm Pansexual, in that I will have sex with anything, up to and including actual pans. A slow blush crept over Torrin's face as his pants took on a curious shape, the obvious erection down one leg completely betraying his lust for my Liaisons Officer and second-in-command. "Would you like me to take him to Uthra?" Adrea, asked. "That won't be necessary, I'm going to walk him there myself in a moment. You can hang onto command." Torrin followed me awkwardly to the rear of the bridge where I introduced him to our ship's requisite green woman. "And this delicate flower-" "Shut up," she said. "Is Chrysanthia, but because that's stupid long, we just all call her 'Chrys'." "Hi, Chrys," said Torrin. "Shut up," she said again, very clearly ignoring him as she peered into dual-lenses of a nanoscope. "She's telling us to shut up because she doesn't like plant jokes despite shamelessly photosynthesising before you right now." "Shut up," she said again. It wasn't growing more urgent, just a casual, dismissive sort of noise I'd heard her make many times. Oh I'd get her to croon a different tune if and when I wanted her to, believe me on that. He studies her a moment or two, enjoying her curves as he had the others, though understandably less impressed. Apart from the vermilion tint to her skin, she wasn't really more notable than the other off-world curiosities he'd seen so far. Of course he didn't know that she could gradually shape-shift to take whatever form she wanted, but he'd learn, specially when it was time for her to seek fertilization. I took Torrin's arm and led him with me. Minerva took her post at the ostentatious wooden steering-wheel of the Audacity. It was totally unnecessary of course, but I'd had it specially added. Ships should have wheels; it's just that simple. *** Finally, I walked him down the many flights of stairs (what can I say? All the technology to take us past the speed of light without dying and yet we cannot seem to get our elevators to go any faster than the time it takes us to climb. Go figure) to where his quarters would be. There was a hiss of air as the large double-doors slid away from one another, giving him his first view of large shared room of the harem. He marveled at all the men, mostly tall, mostly muscular, all interesting to me or the other female crew members in some way or another, lounged or chatted in various huge pillows, couches, while others sprawled in large beds, reading. Some were garbed in no more than robes or tank-tops and shorts, while others had dressed up a bit more in uniforms for dates scheduled later that night. Harem of Vanity Pt. 02 In the center of it all was a large circular desk with a range of holoprojected screens. In the hydraulically activated chair at the middle was the final member of my crew, the stunning Uthra Volandrael. Torrin's jaw dropped for a moment, though he seemed to realize it was rude to stare (and to drool, and the boner probably wasn't polite-society material either) and forced his mouth closed. Uthra is in the same league as Adrea and I, massively endowed with what I believe are firm N-cup breasts, just barely edged out by mine, and, I'm sad to say, not nearly as saggy. Her skin is a deep Indigo hue, and smooth and shiny as spun silk. She affixed him with her heavy-lidded emerald eyes and pursed her obscenely thick lips. When it came to new additions to the harem, she did not like to be surprised. "Well look what the cat dragged in," she said coyly, masking her disdain as she swept a lock of raven-black hair behind one of her pointed ears. "What shall I call this new beefcake, hm?" Torrin opened his mouth, but I stepped in, cutting him off, "This is Torrin Voss." She tapped away, entering the info into our database. "And what role in the Harem would you like him to hold?" I grinned. "Top Cock." Orvin Challus stood up, the strapping middle-aged man turning red, "but that's MY job!" "Was," I corrected him. "You can peacefully step down into your new role as Auxiliary Cock or we can leave you at the next planet." The former Top Cock glared at the new meat. Uthra would have her work cut out for her getting him settled peacefully, but it was always the way of things. Torrin would make the 5th man to replace a predecessor in the Harem. To think my first had been just 9 inches long! I hadn't measured Torrin yet but he was easily packing that just soft, maybe even more. Orvin muttered his disappointment, but compliantly began stripping his things from the biggest nicest bed in the place. Top Cock was the seat of whoever my size-queenish self most adored at that moment, who was inevitably the biggest boy. "Welcome to your new home, Torrin. I'll be seeing you later tonight." I reached up and cupped his balls...well, one enormous ball, anyway, they were too big to fit both. "Ta-ta!" Harem of Vanity "AAAAAUUUUGHN!" he roared as the massive cum-cannon began to go off. On the first shot I thought I was in for an easy time, the copius head erupted in what was more a spray than a stream of jism and I let it dance into my gullet as I pulled it back, wanting to control what happened, loving the feel of what seemed a hundred drops spattering all over my insides, astonishingly warm and thick. That first shot had lied. If it was a juice-glass of nut-nectar, the second was a heady pint, it spewed from that cock like a rolled up newspaper of gooey fluid, hitting my jugular from the inside, making my neck look a little cobra-like as I fought to keep it in. I swallowed three times in a row, painfully, my eyes tearing up slightly as I unleashed a horrid belch, my pour gut already fighting to free some space for what it knew was coming. The flavor was delicious. Days of prison food had left me wanting protein, and in what this dick was delivering you could probably adequately nourish a city for weeks. Tasty though it may have been in all its umami goodness, the unctious third shot was even longer and thicker than the second, my throat gurgled grotesquely as it chopped the load into four, five six different portions, almost chewing the seed more than swallowing it. I was still ingurgitating that shot when the next came and it was game over, I retreated with something that was half-cough and half-gag, losing all that was in my mouth, a little of what was in my throat, and possibly some of what was in my stomach as well. This torpedo of titanic teste tonic was unfathomable and when the tail end of it slapped not into my mouth, but my face, the world went black with white. I'm not entirely sure how long he kept blasting away. I know I felt shots hit my face a few times, then my tits, really raining on the old girls with unrelenting fury, and then, somehow, it was over. I shucked cum from my eyes with desperate palms, peering through my smeared visage at the stud. He'd apparently sat or fallen somewhere in the course of his orgasm, and he was panting with a satisfied look on his face, a shit-eating grin on his lips to match the cum-eating grin on mine. "Wow, you're...you're incredible," he finally managed. "Damn straight, donkey-dick. You sleepy?" "A little, but we can stay up and talk or cuddle if you want." I laughed at him. "Idiot. Shut up and get ready for round two." "What?" he looked a little scared, but I had him by the balls in a heartbeat and his semi-soft cockhalfway down my throat in the next, letting my cum-slick body guide his dick between my tits, wrigling my torso to give him an even more mind-blowing full-coverage effect. I undulated like a snake, lying prone to suck his dick while he sat, his face a mask of bewildered extacy as I went to town on him. Thankfully by the time I reached his second orgasm, it was maybe at half the strength as the first, and while I felt sick and queasy after swallowing it all, at least it didn't paint me. Now he was a puddle of pleasure before, murmuring into sleep as he lay before me. I marveled at the huge dick, lamenting that I absolutely could not afford the risk of fucking it just yet, and settled into an uneasy, cum-covered sleep.