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Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 01

By: 100 Angry Bananas



Zara's knuckles turned white as she clenched the controls, easing the spacecraft closer to the swerving enemy ahead of it. Her glittering hazel-yellow eyes focused on the bleeping screen in front of them. Her mind was blank, nothing but a perfectly trained muscle sending the appropriate signals to her hands and feet.

"A little bit more," Henrik said behind her. His voice was shaky with anticipation.

Their ship shuddered as the planet's gravity strengthened its hold; the planet, itself, grew larger and larger in frame. The enemy craft buzzed back and forth like an angry wasp.

"Get a shot and take it," Zara said. There was no shakiness to her voice. Perhaps this was why she was the pilot and Henrik the gunner. Gunners were notoriously anxious. 

"Anti-measures!" Henrik cried. Zara looked up from the controls. The wasp seemed to be vomiting glowing blue balls out its ass. This was trouble.

"Hold on," she said. Zara took evasive action, thrusting the controls right. The ship shuddered as a mine erupted to their left. She pushed the controls down, and another mine turned their vision white as it burst with a sharp crack. 

Zara's nerves tingled. They'd left the vaccum of deep space and were enough into the planet's atmosphere to hear sound. This was bad. In space, there was no sound. It was one of things that Zara found so peaceful about it. But she did not like getting too close to uncharted planets, certainly not close enough to hear outside sound; anything could be down there. 

She swept the ship past the mines, electric blue energy exploding around them. 

"Take him out," Zara said through gritted teeth.

"Got him," Henrik replied, and he mashed the trigger. Nothing.

"What's the problem?"

"I've... I've got no response. Guns're out!" Henrik cried. The ship began to shudder. Zara felt an iciness grow in the pit of her gut. She tried to pull the ship up, but the ship didn't respond. She felt her composed resolve begin to evaporate. 

"No response from the controls. The planet... must have some kind of magnetic field jamming us," Zara said in a dead voice. She kept her hands on the controls, hoping that perhaps if she could keep the rudders steady they might have a chance at not being obliterated when they hit the surface. It was a small hope. This was exactly why she didn't get close to uncharted planets. 

Then the windshield filled up with green, quickly approaching land, and the world exploded around them. 

***

Zara's eyes fluttered open. Her mouth tasted of smoke and blood. The cockpit reeked of sour vomit. She twisted in her seat, checked on Henrik behind her. The front of his shirt was splattered with orange slop- that explained the vomit smell, at least. 

"Henrik," she said. His eyelids twitched. His lips puttered.

"Z... Zara?" he said in a weak voice. "We're not dead?"

A sound, a rustle of jungle foliage, caught Zara's attention. Her mind reeled. She thought about ship they had been following and its cargo: Karh Blade, the most sought bounty this side of the Asimov quadrant. Her eyes went to the blaster strapped in her shoulder holster. 

"Not yet," she said. She unbuckled herself out of the pilot's chair and helped Henrik out of his own; she noticed the back of her seat had been coated with a healthy helping of Henrik's breakfast. 

"None of that shit better be in my hair," she said, nodding towards the vomit. She kicked open the hatch. 

"Why do you think we wear helmets?" Henrik responded. Zara looped an arm under his armpit and pulled him out of the wreckage. 

She took a moment to take in their surroundings as Henrik struggled to find his balance. Thick, dark jungle loomed in lush greens and browns. Zara was reminded of the long extinct rainforests of Earth that she had studied as a girl. She thought of the sound she had heard, a sound like someone or something moving through the jungle.

And then Karh Blade appeared from the shadows of a large, yellowish fern, and his blaster erupted with a fiery red laser. 

"Down!" Zara cried and pushed Henrik to the ground while simultaneously unholstering her weapon. They disappeared over the side of the wreckage. Blade's shot burned a scorching scar into the metal carcass of the ship at their backs. It was just her luck that that starshitter, Blade, would have survived. 

"I didn't see Terk," Henrik said. His eyes were wide and red. He looked scared out of his wits, all confidence gone now that he was not behind a set of mega-blasters. But he had a point. No doubt, Terk, Blade's infernal side kick, was flanking them while Blade caused a distraction from the front. 

"That's because I'm right here," as if reading Zara's thoughts, a throaty, shrill voice said to her right. A hand with a blaster extended from behind a gnarled tree. Zara cursed her luck. If only Henrik had made his observation a half second earlier, she might have had time to think of something. 

"Throw it down," Terk said, taking a step from behind the trunk of the tree. His beady eyes gleamed with delight. His lips were stretched back, revealing a set of crooked teeth in a wide, twisted grin. Zara sighed and dropped her blaster. To think it all would end like this, at the hands of a bounty and his flabby, fish-faced flunky. 

"It seems the hunters have become the hu-," Terk was saying, and then suddenly he wasn't. As if one of the gods had grown tired of the cliché Terk was about to utter and wanted to nip it in the bud, his words turned into a high-pitched shriek, and it took Zara's mind a moment to catch up to what her eyes were seeing. 

A roar and an explosion of foliage, and then Terk was flailing within a set of giant, razor teeth. He was torn from the ground, his feet kicking, and blood spurted from the mouth of the creature that had clamped him in its jaws. It was a tall, monstrous lizard, black eyes mounted on the side of a long scaly head. Dark, wet liquid dripped from nose holes at the end of a curving snout. The lizard shook its head, and Zara heard the distinct sound of bones cracking and snapping. Shreds of meat clung to the monster's teeth. Something dropped from its mouth and rolled between Zara's scuffed boots: Terk's head, his mouth gaping open in a horrible, silent scream. 

Zara grabbed her blaster and pulled Henrik and yelled, "Run!"

They took off through the jungle as hard and as fast as they could. Karh Blade was so confused to see them that he hesitated in firing his blaster, and his expression turned to dismay when the creature appeared hot on their heels, bellowing a roar of disapproval, bits of Terk still clinging to its incisors. 

"What is that thing?" Blade yelled, racing with them, keeping pace at Zara's side. It seemed that an escape from a giant, monster lizard superseded any bad blood between Zara and her potential bounty. 

"I don't know, but it's hungry and pissed off!" Zara replied. As if in response, the monster roared and thundered behind them like an angry god. 

Then the ground gave away under them, and Zara, Henrik, and Blade fell careening into the black darkness below the surface. 

***

Zara coughed to life, her body awakening to a sore ache that stretched from her toes to her scalp. Two concussions in one day? She didn't think she was living a particularly healthy lifestyle. She tried moving her hands and came to the dim realization that her wrists were bound. This could not be good. 

She tried to put things into perspective. Everything had happened so fast: the chase after Blade's ship, the crash to the surface, the appearance of the giant lizard, the fall into a black void, and subsequent unconsciousness. When she thought about it, it seemed like a more than full day, and apparently, it wasn't over. 

"Awake?" an unfamiliar voice spoke from the darkness. Zara squinted, but she couldn't make out anything. Her temples throbbed. 

"Who are you? Where am I? What is going on?" Zara said. She struggled against her bonds. They held fast. Her questions burned almost as much as the flesh around her wrists. 

"Relax," the voice said. It was soft, soothing. 

"Who are you?" Zara repeated. An icy chill shivered down her spine. She could now understand why so many people had a fear of the dark. 

"A friend," the voice said. "Quiet now. They're coming." The voice drifted, becoming faint. 

Orange light flickered behind a barred window, illuminating Zara's cell. She was alone. Rocky walls surrounded her, dripping with black ichors. She looked at her wrists; they were shackled and chained to the floor. With a gritty screech, the door to her cell opened. A flaming torch proved to be the source of the orange light. The torch was held in the hand of an imposing, muscular woman. 

"So you're awake," the woman said and stepped into the cell. 

***

Unchained and unshackled, Zara was led down a wide tunnel and up a broad set of stone stairs. Her throat felt dry, and her heart was like a nervous rabbit in her chest. She kept her eyes on the sloping back of the figure in front of her, trying to keep her thoughts under control. Lined up on either side of the corridors were throngs of women. They were dressed in white robes; Zara remembered seeing similar garb when studying Earth history. The robes reminded of her the clothing of the ancient Greeks. But the ancient Greeks weren't all women. 

This just didn't make any sane sense. She kept waiting to spot a male amongst the crowd, but there were none to be seen. She assumed the men must be off somewhere else, perhaps another part of the... palace? Temple? Castle? Whatever this building was. 

She walked through a set of two-story high wooden doors and into a kind of throne room. Tall, vaunted ceilings triangled upwards, and Zara felt a little dizzy gazing up at them. Windows spread high and wide along the walls. Then she saw Henrik and Karh standing at the foot of some pedestal, a gold throne gleaming above them. Her guard led her towards the same area. Henrik greeted her with a grim smile, and Karh gave her a curt nod. 

"Any ideas?" Henrik said as Zara took her place at his side. Her guard prodded her into position and then sauntered off. Zara shook her head, feeling vulnerable in nothing but her dark blue flight suit, her blaster apparently confiscated by her captors. 

"Wait and watch," Zara said. Karh Blade grunted in response on the other side of Henrik, but Zara ignored him. Karh was not a man known for his patience or his caution, and that was why Zara would have caught him- if it hadn't been for this godforsaken planet. 

A loud, booming voice called, "The Queen approaches!"

The women in robes that lined the walls of the throne room fell to their knees, bowing low. Zara's guard speared the back of her knees with a pointy-ended weapon, and Zara buckled, her hands coming up to keep her face from smacking into the stone floor. Karh and Henrik were suddenly down next to her, having received the same treatment from their own guards. 

"What the hell is this place?" Blade growled in a low voice. Zara shook her head. She had no idea how the answer that question. Too much had happened too fast, and she was having trouble keeping her own thoughts and emotions at bay. Her nerves felt on the verge of a complete breakdown. 

Then, above them, from a corridor somewhere behind the throne, the Queen appeared. Zara felt her breath catch in her throat, and she heard Henrik utter a moan next to her. The Queen was like nothing and no one Zara had ever seen before. A strong, hard face was framed by a swirl of long, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and her back like a golden mane. Beneath a gown of silver mesh, a set of graceful curves outlined an athletic body held upon a set of long, muscular legs. The Queen might have been beautiful except for the green shiny scales that covered her body and the flicking tail protruding from the back of her dress. 

"What in the name of Jupiter's flaming balls?" Henrik said in an awed voice. 

As if in response, the Queen pointed a long finger, ending in a red-painted nail like a talon, directly at Henrik. The Queen's lips peeled back over a set of sharpened teeth. 

"That one," she hissed. A forked tongue flickered out of her mouth. 

"What? I... No! No!" Henrik cried as he was hauled to his feet by a set of Amazonian guards and pulled out of sight. His cries were cut off by the clanking slam of a metal door. 

The Queen's snake-like eyes turned their attention towards Karh Blade. Her tongue flicked around her mouth for a moment as the Queen waited, seemingly in deep thought. Zara gave credit to Blade. He met the Queen's steely gaze with one of his own. Blade was not a man who was easily intimidated, and if he was the least bit dismayed by the situation, he had done nothing to show it. If Zara hadn't known what a zogsucking starshitter Blade was, she might have admired him. 

"Take that one to my daughter," she commanded. 

The guards grabbed Blade's arms and yanked him to his feet. Zara saw a flash in his eyes, read his mind, and whispered, "Play it cool, Blade. Don't get yourself killed... yet."

Something passed over Blade's face, and he gave her a nod as the guards pulled him away, apparently towards the quarters of the Queen's daughter, the princess. 

Now Zara was alone, and she could feel the Queen's eyes on her like slimy tentacles sweeping over her body, copping an invasive, knowing feel. Zara brought her eyes into the Queen's gaze, and she felt her blood freeze in her veins. She wanted to be strong like Blade, but the predatory scan of the Queen's snake-eyes made the hairs on the back of Zara's neck stand on their ends. Her nipples hardened to pained nubs poking the fabric of her flight suit. 

"This one," the Queen began, "Tomorrow, we will feed this one to Vanitoth." 

When the crowd of women around the room leapt to their feet in a loud chorus of cheers, Zara knew that by this time tomorrow, she would be dead. 

***

With his index finger, Karh Blade traced the thin white line of scar tissue lining the underside of his jaw, stretching from just under his right ear to the center of his chin. It was a habit he had picked up some time ago while deep in thought. His current deep thoughts? He was going to escape. This was understood. It was what Karh Blade did. If he hadn't made a living of plucking himself out of the dragon's mouth time and time again, he would have been swallowed alive long ago. 

The guards had forced Karh through a set of doors and had slammed and locked them behind him. He took a measure of his surroundings. The room was vast and elegantly furnished, considering the rest of what he'd seen of the place. A rudimentary sleeping receptacle hunkered in the middle of the floor, covered by a thin veil of purple cloth hanging from four elaborately carved posts. Karh sneered in disgust. Barbaric. He took his hand away from his face and picked up what looked like a broken piece of... an egg (?) off a small end table. 

"Do you like it?" a soft voice asked over his shoulder. Karh swung around. He froze. 

The princess was nothing short of breathtaking. And unlike her mother, she was breathtaking only in good ways. Purple cloth, the same material as was hanging from the bedposts, draped the princess. It was thin enough to be transparent, and the girl's full, firm breasts prodded it with small, circular nipples. The same golden blonde hair as the Queen's swept from the princess' head and shimmered around her neck and shoulders. Her face was neither too round nor too sharp, and her lips were just thick enough as to not be too childishly pouting. Her eyes were blue, glowing, and intelligent. She was thin, toned, and mouthwatering.

Karh's mouth felt dry, and he struggled to find words as he said, "I... I... yes, it's very... interesting."

"I'm probably too sentimental," the princess said, taking the piece of broken egg from Karh's grasp. "But one should remember her humble beginnings."

Karh didn't follow her train of thought. He watched blankly as she placed the shard of egg back onto its placeholder. Every move of the princess was graceful, elegant. The purple cloth shivered around her, her body silhouetted beneath it. Karh fought a rising desire to tear it away from her and take the princess forcefully on the floor. It wasn't like his situation could get any worse, but he quelled the impulse. 

"Lay down on the bed," the princess said, turning towards him. Her eyes were sharp, and her voice spoke the words as if they were a command and not merely a suggestion. 

"The what?" Karh said, confused. Since the girl had walked into the room, Karh had felt a stupefying idiocy wash over him, and he hated it. Karh was used to being in complete control. The princess motioned towards the box-like sleeping receptacle in the center of the room. 

"The bed, lay down." 

Karh did as he was told, momentarily pushing thoughts of escape to the side. The princess followed him, and he felt the bounce of the sleeping receptacle (the "bed," she had called it) as she sat. Then her hands began to explore him, and Karh felt a lump rise in his throat. What the hell? Was this beautiful piece of royal ass feeling him up?

"Where is it? Do you have one?" the princess asked, her voice high and tight. Her fingers trembled excitedly on Karh's chest. Karh's eyes narrowed.

"One what?" he asked. The princess' eyes shifted from side to side in a nervous gesture. A small pink blush bloomed in her cheeks. Her tongue darted out, licked her lips.

"A... pleasure stick," she said, and her cheeks grew redder. 

"Pleasure stick?"

It took a moment for Karh Blade to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Then recognition hit him. With a sly smile, he led the princess' slender fingers to his crotch.

"Oh!" she gasped, "It's already hard!"

***

The guards had chained Henrik to the posts of the bed, stretching his arms and legs taut in four directions. They tore off his clothes with their spears, ripping his flight suit to shreds and leaving him naked, sweaty, and vulnerable. Then just when Henrik was sure the guards were going to turn and thrust their spears into the soft meat of his torso, they disappeared out of the room. 

Henrik struggled feebly against his bonds, his muscles stretched and sore, his face dripping with a frothy sheen of sweat. He heard the creak of a door swing open and footsteps approach. His heart hammered in his chest. 

The Queen appeared at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips, a smile on her scaly face. The silver mesh of her gown gleamed in the flickering candlelight of chamber. Henrik froze, his blood suddenly ice. He was certain that the end had come. 

"Have you readied yourself for me, man?" the Queen said. 

Henrik blinked. He said nothing. He held his jaw clenched. She was going to eat him, he knew it. She'd tear open his stomach with her claws and slurp his entrails like spaghetti. The Queen spoke, breaking off Henrik's mental visualization of his death-buffet. 

"I haven't felt the flesh of man inside of me for some time. You should feel honored. You are to pleasure a queen," she said. She slid the straps of her mesh gown over her shoulders, and with a jingle of metal tinkling to the floor, the Queen stood nude, muscles rippling. Her tail gave the floor a light thwap.

Henrik felt lightheaded. His head swooned. No, no, this was worse than being eaten alive! He struggled vainly against the chains; they bit his wrists and held. The Queen took a step towards him. Her scales gleamed in the orange light. Shadows danced across the ceiling. Dim horror swept over Henrik's conscious mind. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Henrik managed in a weak voice. "I hate to break it to ya, but I promised myself long ago that I'd never fuck anything with a tail."

With a hungry snarl, the Queen leapt upon him.


Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 01



***

The princess stroked him with an eager hand, an expression of wide-eyed astonishment spread across her face. Karh blew a long sigh through his teeth. In the hands of a woman as beautiful as the princess, no matter how inexperienced her hands seemed to be, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last. Answer: not long. "Does it get any bigger?" the princess asked. Karh's jaw dropped.

"Uh, your Royalness..."

"It's Princess Sauria. There's no need for formalities at the moment," the princess interjected. Her fingers tickled at the fleshy sack underneath Karh's straining shaft. He shivered pleasurably. 

"Princess Sauria, I'm not usually one to brag, but that there's a pretty large specimen," Karh said, nodding towards his brandished penis. The princess frowned, and she looked confused. Her head tilted to one side as she spoke, keeping her eyes on Blade's penis. 

"It doesn't look particularly large. And I've yet to receive any pleasure from it."

"Well," Karh said, "you've got to put it inside of you for that."

"Inside?" 

"So you've never had... er... a pleasure stick before?"

"There are no natural men here, and the few times before when any have come from the clouds, I was too young... my mother kept them all for herself," the princess explained, never taking her eyes off Karh's strained manhood. Karh, himself, was grateful for the conversation as it had kept him from premature spending. 

"I'll show you how it works, but you'll have to switch places with me," he said. The princess gave him an uncertain, suspicious look. Even with such a dark expression furrowing her brow, Princess Sauria dumbfounded Karh with her beauty. 

"I'll be at your mercy," she said.

"I promise I won't hurt you," Karh said. Princess Sauria shook her head.

"I don't..." she began, but Karh cut her off by grabbing her wrists and twisting. Sauria squealed as Karh threw her upon the bed and held her down. 

"Calm down," Karh said. "I won't hurt you. I... I... want you." 

He brushed his lips against Sauria's and gave her a soft kiss. He felt her cease her struggles underneath him and return it. He allowed her wrists to go free, and her hands went into his jet-black hair and held him close to her face. Sauria arched up into him, pressing her breasts hard into Blade's chest. Her tongue darted between her lips and past Karh's to swirl with his own. Princess Sauria's need was hungry and desperate; after several months in space with no one but Terk to keep him company, Karh Blade knew how she felt. 

His penis prodded her inner thigh, working steadily upward between her smooth, cool legs. Karh could feel the hot wetness there with this thick head of his cock. He eased up into the slick, tight embrace of the princess' womanhood. 

"Oh!" Princess Sauria gasped as Karh entered her. Her hands clenched two fistfuls of dark hair. Karh gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain control against the unbearable pleasure of the Princess. He clenched the fabric of her nightgown and tore it away, revealing Sauria's soft, glorious nakedness. Her nipples stabbed the air. Her abs flexed. Karh's mouth filled with saliva, but he forced it down before continuing. 

"See?" he managed. 

"Oh, it's so lovely," the princess breathed. "So lovely." 

She squirmed underneath him, forcing Karh deeper into her. Karh's head went light for a moment, certain that he would not be able to last inside of this gorgeous alien princess for long, and then vision returned after a series of black, turtle-shelled fireworks exploded and faded behind his eyes. He shook it off, and Karh, determined to endure, drove his cock in to the hilt. Sauria gave a sweet, low groan in response.

"Princess, prepare to get fucked," Blade growled, and then slammed into her with all the force he could muster. A wet slap echoed through the room. He pulled out and rammed back into her. He did it again and again, building up speed, spittle flying from his lips. 

"Yes, yes, yes, harder! Harder!" Sauria challenged. She peered up at her lover with blazing eyes, twin storming blue oceans of desire. Karh growled and drove into her, and her legs went around him and her hands gripped his ass, her nails digging gloriously, painfully into his fleshy cheeks.

Karh fucked her madly, and Sauria met it with a kind of unrestrained aggression, a pent-up volcanic rage of lust. Blade could barely believe it; he had never met a woman who had been able to meet his own levels of angry, desperate passion. 

He drove into her. She bucked into him. Karh gripped her wrists, and she bit his shoulder. His crotch was dewy and sticky, every time he moved away their bodies became unglued with a moist smack. It seemed to go on forever, their angry, needy fuck. 

Finally, on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, he collapsed to his side onto the bed.

"Saturnia's arse-rings!" Karh cursed with awe. 

Before he could think to recover, Princess Sauria was on top of him.

"Glorious!" she cried, taking a hold of Blade's still hardened shaft and guiding it into her. Her breasts bounced as she rode him, and Karh's forced his eyes open, not wanting to miss out on the sight of her beautiful body on top of his. He fought with consciousness, not daring to pass out. He had a reputation to maintain.

Her thighs clapped his thighs, and she leaned in, her breasts slapping his face as they bounced lustily. His hands grasped her hips, his fingers sinking into her slope of her lovely bottom. Karh clenched his eyes closed, knowing that the end approached all too soon. 

***

At first, Henrik's screams had been sheer terror. Then, after some time, they had subtly changed. They morphed into screams of frenzied pleasure. Finally, they had quieted to garbled, lusty moans and grunts. 

The Queen rode him maddeningly slow, milking his cock with her hot wet tightness. Her tongue flicked out and tickled his nipples. Her tail curled up and around his torso. Despite his initial repulsion, Henrik now gripped her swaying breasts with eager, squeezing hands. 

Her scales were surprisingly smooth and cool. Her body was lithe and nubile. He had explored her with trembling hands. The Queen had explored him with her tickling tongue, tracing lines of saliva from his neck to his growing erection. Her tongue had wrapped around his shaft, flooding him with electric tingles. He had begged to be inside of her. The Queen had complied. Henrik's body had responded to the Queen's expert manipulations, and now he felt himself on the verge of exploding into her. He hadn't ever experienced such intense sensation. 

"Slow, slow," he warned. The Queen's thin lips drew back. Her teeth were gleaming razors. A line of drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth and spooled towards Henrik's clavicle. 

Instead of heeding his words, the Queen squeezed him tighter with her muscular thighs and bucked hard, twice. Henrik's eyes flew open, and his mouth sprang open. His penis, buried inside of his lover to the wrinkled flesh of his testicles, spasmed and spurted.

"Heaven! I'm in heaven!" he cried, all thought secondary to the feel of the royal eruption. 

***

"I'm in heaven!" Karh Blade groaned as his cock exploded within Princess Sauria, flooding her with his hot, liquid seed. 

***

"I'm in hell," Zara said, looking straight up into the darkness of the cell. She went over the events of the day for the countless time. The list was grim: chase, crash, monster, fall, cell, throne, death sentence, then cell again. All she had left was this godforsaken waiting game until the guard came to take her to whatever this Vanitoth was. 

"Not hell," a voice slithered out of a corner. "Something else."

Zara slunk away from the voice, pressing her back against the rock wall. At least she wasn't shackled this time and free to move about the cell. Apparently, her captors figured the mere mention of Vanitoth would crumple Zara into humble compliance or else they assumed the cell inescapable. Either way, Zara did not like her chances.

"You again," Zara said. After a moment, she could make out a set of glittering eyes through the shadows. So it wasn't a disembodied voice, after all. Her hands crept to her side, closing over a broken rock.

"How did you get in here?"

"This is an old place with many secrets. In my time, I've learned some of them," the voice replied. Something about it bothered Zara. After a moment, it hit her.

"You don't sound like the others, the other women," Zara said. The eyes bobbed up and down in a nod. Zara could begin to make a slim frame of body beneath them. 

"Yes," the voice agreed, and the form stepped closer to her, out of the darkness: a woman with light blue hair and a patch over her left eye. She wore something that looked like a tattered Naval uniform; for the most part it was shreds of gray cloth held together by clumsy stitches.

"Like you I crashed. And I've been waiting ever since. My name is Haux, Hunter Haux. And you're my ticket home."

~to be continued~



Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 02



He leaned over her. Listened. 

She didn't stir. Her breaths came deep and slow. 

A grim smile curled his lips. The princess was asleep.

Karh Blade crawled out of the bed and pulled on his pants. As much he'd like to stay and enjoy the embrace of the warm and curvaceous body beside him, he had other worlds to explore and exploit. Not only this, but people were waiting on him, the kind of people who did not like to be kept waiting. If he were to conveniently disappear, these people would come looking for him, and they would not be happy. 

It was time for a bit of reconnaissance, time to start devising his plan to get out of this dump. Yes, despite the perk of a beautiful princess wanting to jump his bones, the place was still a dump. Karh comprised a mental list of priorities. First thing's first. He needed a weapon. A gleam caught his eye, something long and sharp. His eyes lingered on the object: Princess Sauria's hair pin. 

***

Zara eyed the woman, Hunter Haux, with undisguised suspicion. Haux let her. She stood blankly, waiting for Zara to complete her visual assessment. There wasn't much to see. Through several rips in the fabric of Haux's faded Naval uniform, Zara could see stretches of pale, white skin. Her black boots were scuffed and dirty. A scabby scratch zigzagged along the side of her neck. Underneath the grime and dust, she might be a potentially beautiful woman, but at the moment, she looked like hell. 

Zara decided to hear what the woman had to say. Her situation couldn't possibly get any worse (being jailed and waiting to be sacrificed to some prehistoric god pretty much topped the list of things that didn't appeal to her), so she might as well weigh her options. At least, Hunter Haux looked and sounded human. 

"Ticket home?" Zara finally said. "You said I was your ticket home."

"I need a pilot. I've been waiting for, who can say how long?" Haux said. She ran a hand through her genetically-altered sea-blue hair. 

"How'd you get here?"

"A group of us were being transferred, and we were ambushed. The craft went critical." 

"And you end up here of all places," Zara finished. She allowed the rock in her fisted left hand to relax, just a bit. Haux didn't seem like a threat, and why would the Queen and her minions create a set-up this elaborate? Haux continued talking, and Zara listened. 

"The rest of us were wiped out. The people, they're all women here. All blue-eyed, blonde."

"I noticed."

"And they are barbarians. The women from my ship were sacrificed to that thing they call Vanitoth. I got lucky, managed to find these secret tunnels and evade that fate. The men, meanwhile, were used and... eaten."

"Eaten?" Zara said, her mind flashing to Henrik being ushered away by guards.

"Whenever the Queen tires of her toys, she eats them," Haux said. Her words were like stones on Zara's heart, cold and heavy. Zara closed her eyes.

"Tell me about Vanitoth," she said.

***

The creature called Vanitoth moved through the jungles, searching for prey. Black eyes glared at a large, metal gate. The gate was closed, but when it opened, Vanitoth would feast. At the thought, its mouth watered, buckets of saliva leaking from its mouth and dripping to the jungle floor. It lived for the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. 

Lips peeled back over teeth like ivory swords stained pink. 

It sniffed, huffed, moved on. It would come back later and check the gate again. Until then, Vanitoth would have to find a snack, something to ease the rumbling in its stomach. The earth shuddered under its feet. 

Vanitoth hungered. But for not much longer. Somehow, it knew. Soon. Very soon. 

***

Karh shoved the hair pin hard into the soft flesh of the guard's neck. It sunk in easily, like a knife through warm cake. A spray of arterial blood gushed from the wound, painted the wall in vivid red splashes. The guard gurgled her last, unheard words. Karh helped the body slump to the floor. 

"Like riding a bike," Karh said. Some skills, once learned, were never forgotten. He wiped the thin blade of the hair pin clean on the fabric of the guard's uniform and slid it into the back of his pants. He pulled the guard's spear out of her dead grip and tested its weight in his capable hands. Karh nodded, satisfied. 

He moved down the hall, keeping to the shadows. 

***

"So your tunnels, they'll will lead us out of here?" Zara asked. Hunter Haux squatted next to her, her one eye gleaming, and rubbed her chin. Zara recognized the tactic. Stalling. A heavy pause prefaced Haux's answer. 

"The exits are all heavily guarded. We wouldn't stand a chance even if we managed to confiscate some weaponry. There is, however, an alternative," Haux said. 

Another dramatic pause, and then she continued, "There's a gate. No guards. It's our best chance."

"I can tell by the tone of your voice there's a catch," Zara said. Haux licked her lips, as if the added lubrication would make the words come easier. 

"It's the gate where Vanitoth enters from the jungle to accept its sacrifice."

"STARFUCK!" Zara cried and threw her hands in the air. 

***

She was a tall woman with her long, blonde hair pulled back into a stern ponytail. Her robe was tied tight around her waist and was shorter than most of the others Karh remembered seeing in the throne room. Some kind of jeweled dagger was strapped in a leather belt, and she walked with an air of authority, the kind of person who knew where the exits were and could get to them unheeded.

The end of the spear thrust from the shadowy corner behind a hanging tapestry and bit the soft flesh of the woman's neck just under her jaw. She went all tense and wide-eyed, spine jerked straight.

He took a step out of the darkness. The flickering orange glow from a mounted torch illuminated Karh Blade's dangerous expression, bared teeth and blazing eyes. He knew it was a dramatic approach, but he needed his quarry intimidated. He didn't have time for negotiations. The others would find the body outside the princess' bedroom at any moment. 

"The man from the sky," the woman said as if she expected no less, in a way that seemed as though the thought of him left a bad taste in her mouth. Karh pressed the head of the spear ever so subtly deeper into the woman's neck. 

A teardrop of blood leaked from the wound, but the woman didn't flinch. Karh tried not to be impressed. 

"You're going to show me the way out," Karh Blade whispered. "Keep in mind this is in no way a request. You will show me the way, or it ends for you. Right here, right now."

The woman paused, and then she flung her arm up and snapped the spear in half with a chop. Karh didn't waste time being surprised; he brought the broken shard of wood in his head over the woman's head like a baton. She grunted, staggered back, and somehow flipped her end of the spear in one hand and threw it at Karh. He ducked to the side, the spear whistling past his face and taking a thin shred of his cheek with it into the wall. Now Karh was impressed. 

Her fist caught him in the stomach, and Karh Blade felt the air whoosh out of lungs with an airy gust. Her leg came up in a swift kick; he caught it, twisted, and threw her back. She snarled at him from the floor and went for her dagger. She hesitated, confused. Her hand gripped air. The dagger was not in her belt. 

"Looking for this?" Karh gasped and held it up with a lopsided smile. "Now maybe you're ready to be helpful, no?" 

***

Henrik's bonds had been released, but he had no desire to escape. Instead, he used his freedom to enter the Queen from behind. Her tail slung over his shoulder like a strap, her scales smooth and cool under his fingers, Henrik gripped her supple buttocks and thrust in and out as if possessed. He hadn't been this horny since his teens. 

Sure, she had a tail and scales, but she was beautiful even by human standards. Her shimmering blonde locks, her lean body, rippling muscles, lusty sighs, they captivated Henrik on levels no other woman had. He grunted, his teeth grinding, and he felt the eruption loom, pressure building and rising, and then exploding up and out of his shaft and into the Queen with liquid spurts. 

"Yes, oh yes," he breathed. The world swirled around him dizzily for a moment before coming to a slow, woozy stop. Henrik blinked. Everything seemed so unreal. He could hardly believe he was here, his cock shrinking out of this lizard-woman's pink insides. He stared at his glistening, smeared manhood as if he had never seen it before, as if it belonged to a stranger. 

"You belong to me now," the Queen said, turning towards him.

"Yes," Henrik managed.

"You forsake your friends."

"Yes."

"And you are my slave."

"YES!" Henrik cried and fell to his knees. "Please, my Queen, let me pleasure you."

He hardly knew what he was saying or what he was doing, but he meant it. Henrik was willing to throw away his old life for a lifetime of evenings like this one. The Queen's tongue flicked out of her lips for a moment. She watched him with her snake-like eyes and finally gave a short, meaningful nod. 

"I have business to attend to. My handmaidens will satisfy your needs while I am gone," she said and treaded away, disappearing into the murky shadows. 

Henrik's chest ached upon the realization that she was gone. It was if she had taken a part of him with her, and he was simultaneously frightened and excited by the thought of this. Then the feeling left as the Queen's handmaidens entered.

Two twin blondes, nude and glistening, lean legs and shiny abs. Sex on legs. Henrik felt the withered penis between his legs twitch and harden ever so slightly. It had turned out to be an interesting night. 

***

"You beat me," the woman as though dumbfounded, her eyes wide and glazed. Karh saw how blue they were, like sapphires caught in the afternoon light of twin suns. 

"You noticed," Karh said and motioned for her to get up with the dagger. "Come on before I'm forced to kill you. Don't have much time before they find the body."

"Body?"

"The guard outside the princess' door. Now get up, and let's get gone," Karh said with an impatient growl. A grim smile twisted the woman's mouth, and she pulled herself off the floor with renewed strength, fueled by Karh Blade's revelation. Even with her lips pulled back in a snarl of smug disgust, Karh was struck by the woman's beauty. Her beauty was much different than that of the princess; this woman was... STRONG. Powerful. Power was a thing Karh understood and respected. 

"Fool, you killed Yrin! Yes, oh yes, I will help you though you've signed your own death warrant," the woman said, punctuating the sentence with a bitter giggle. 

"Yur... who?"

"Yrin, Dayna's lover," the woman said, and when she saw that Karh did not react, she spoke to him as if he were an idiot child, "Dayna? The Captain of the Guard?"

Karh shrugged.

"So your head of security will be gunning for me? I've been in stickier situations, darlin'. No sweat off my ass. Let's get moving," Karh replied and nudged the woman forward with the heel of his boot. The woman frowned and started down the hallway. 

"You won't be able to leave now, the doors are too heavily manned. Better to wait until the 'morrow, during the sacrifice to Vanitoth. The doors will be minimally secured. Most will be at the sacrifice," she said. Karh grimaced.

"Why so suddenly helpful? You know how suspicious that must make me." 

"Dayna, she... I'm her second in command. Needless to say, I enjoy seeing her suffer. You need not understand the specifics. But know you did me a favor by gutting her lover," the woman said.

"Never said nothing about gutting."

"Ah, call it wishful thinking," the woman retorted. You had to hand it to her: she was one ice cold customer. Karh felt himself warming to her. His eyes traveled down the slope of her back and settled on the curve of her athletic bottom rippling beneath the short hem of her robe before examining her tanned, lean legs gliding back and forth like fine-tined machines. Karh hadn't seen legs like that on any non-synthetic being. He imagined them wrapped around him, her heels locked behind his neck. Sliding into the warm wetness in between...

"I have one of your weapons in my room," she said, breaking off the mental imagery. 

"Excuse me?" Karh said.

"One of your light guns. I wanted to examine it at my discretion, so I took it to my room. Perhaps it could be useful," the woman said. She craned her neck to look at Karh, and he forced his eyes up to hers. 

"Well, let's go get it," Karh said, and they headed down the hall through the shadows. 

***

Her lips felt soft and moist as they worked against his own; the handmaiden parted them to allow her tongue to slip through and tickle the inside of Henrik's mouth. He sucked on her writhing tongue as he thrust into the prone body of the handmaiden under him, her legs spread wide open for Henrik's illicit entry. 

Hands everywhere. The first maiden's hands on his back and chest, caressing, rubbing; the second maiden's hands on his buttocks, digging in with long nails, forcing him faster, harder, deeper. Henrik's hands, one wrapped around the neck of the maiden kissing him, the other hoisting the leg up and over his shoulder of the maiden fucking him. 

The maiden under him squealed as Henrik picked up speed, and he had to clench his eyes shut. The other maiden nibbled deliciously at the bottom of his ear. The sensations owned him, overwhelmed him, sucked him in and chewed him and spat out his seed through an erupting cock, and Henrik cried out with wanton, insatiable lust.

And as Henrik emptied his desire into the blonde, blue-eyed maiden, he knew that he would never ever go back to his old life if he could help it. No matter what the stakes.

"Sorry, Zara," he moaned and fell to the floor in a heap of limbs and slippery, cooling juices. 

***

"So, let me get this straight," Zara said, cocking an eyebrow. "The plan involves me still sitting here and waiting for death by giant lizard while you scamper around your tunnels like King Rat. Sounds to me like we're back at square one." 

"I'm not familiar with the numbered squares strategy."

"Forget it," Zara groaned and rolled her eyes.

Hunter Haux stood with her hands on her hips, wishing that she could have found a pilot with less of a smart mouth. Of course, the woman couldn't just be an ordinary pilot, Haux knew. No simple pilots came into this part of the galaxy without good reason. The woman ('Zara,' she said her name was) wasn't Navy, so she was either a merc or a bounty hunter. Neither option made Hunter excited by the possibilities, but she didn't have the prerogative of being picky. 

On the other hand, Zara didn't like taking orders, especially from people she didn't know and even more so from military. Plus, the plan sounded like spaceshit. Haux started explaining it again.

"You have to understand, the gate of Vanitoth is the only exit not guarded..."

"Except by the god of the crazy blonde, jungle bitches," Zara shot back. 

"It's easier to out smart and out maneuver one big lizard than twenty trained guards. Plus, they won't be expecting me, especially if I can manage to confiscate some of your weapons. I know where they keep them. We can distract Vanitoth and the others with one smartly placed charge and make our way out," Haux said calmly, patiently, and confidently.

It was the confident part that won Zara in the end. 

"Then stop jabbering, and go get that charge," she said with a sigh. 

Haux nodded and turned to leave. Zara grabbed her shoulder, making her pause. Haux looked back and was impressed by the intensity of the woman's gaze. It was the gaze of someone who was all business- deadly, dangerous business. 

"And grab my blaster while you're at it."

Hunter Haux nodded and disappeared into the wall.

***

The woman's room was everything the princess' was not: dimly lighted, cramped, moldy, smelling of vague rot. Bundles of soiled rags littered the floor. The sleeping receptacle looked like a wood box filled with hay and covered with a stained, torn blanket. Karh smiled. It reminded him of more than one safe house he had holed up in over the years. 

He glanced over at the woman. Her hair shimmered in the low light of the candles. She had slipped to the other side of the room to pick up the blaster she had mentioned earlier. The blaster gleamed in the flickering candles' glow. She held it in her hands as though uncertain, turning it over, a look not unlike piety forming her expression. 

"I haven't even thought to ask your name," Karh said, having nothing else to say but wanting to break the silence. The woman had him intrigued. 

"Lorna. Now you know it, man from the sky," she said and pointed the blaster at him. Karh grinned. Her finger wasn't even on the trigger. 

"Mine's Blade. Karh Blade. And remind me to never show you how to use that weapon properly," he replied and settled down at the corner of the sleeping receptacle. It rustled and crunched, straw-like, under him. The woman frowned, looked into the barrel of the blaster as if its secrets lurked there and placed it back on a crooked, unfinished wood table. 

"Two names? Ridiculous," Lorna said. She looked him over, seemed to come to a decision, sighed, and took a seat next him. "But I admit, Karh Blade, that I have never been beaten before. I must hand you my respect and admiration."

Karh's eyes soaked her in: Nordic features, long neck, strong shoulders, ample breasts. He wished she would hand him more than abstract thanks; nothing would please him more than the concrete pleasure of two mouthwatering jugs in his hands. Jugs in the hand beat jugs in the bush but maybe not cock in the bush as the ancient wise men said. 

"I so appreciate a woman's... respect and... admiration," Karh said softly. 

"We have some time before the sacrifice. It's best that you stay here while the guards complete their search," Lorna said, her sparkling blue eyes demanding Karh's attention.

Karh licked his lips. "What shall we do until then?"

Lorna smiled and slid the straps of her robe over her shoulders. 

***

The Queen stood over the puddle of cooling blood and the cold body with disinterest. The guard meant nothing to her. The Queen was more concerned that the prisoner had escaped and that her daughter was beside herself over the loss. Princess Sauria had become quite attached during her short time with the man. The Queen could hear her whining like the immature tadpole she was through the chamber door about her precious missing pleasure stick and the somewhat less important man attached to it. 

The Queen's forked tongue flickered out of her mouth for a moment, and she turned to assess the state of mind of the Captain of the Guard. She blinked, once. 

Dayna ground her teeth together, her jaw clenched and straining taut under her skin. The Queen knew that the dead guard was the Captain's lover, but this served the Queen's purpose. It would make Dayna more motivated to find her quarry. 

"Your thoughts, Captain?" the Queen said. Dayna did not take her attention off the corpse as she answered. She clenched and unclenched her hands, her arm muscles straining and releasing, straining and releasing. The Queen almost felt sorry for the prisoner for she knew Dayna was not merciful. 

"He seems to have disappeared. My mind turns to the so-called ghost that has been haunting the secret tunnels. Where else could he have gone? The 'ghost' will have found him, and they will attempt to escape. I believe they will make for the armory. They would have no chance against us without arming themselves properly, and they would certainly prefer their own weapons over ours," Dayna said in a methodical, dead voice. Part of her was already moving on, becoming objective despite her loss. The Queen was impressed. She decided to allow her handmaidens to service Dayna if the Captain could manage to bring back the prisoner, dead or alive. 




Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 02



"A group of my most elite and I will await them. When they come, they will pay dearly," Dayna said, and her hand clenched into a fist. She did not release it even when her nails tore the skin of her palm, and blood leaked from the wound to mix with the puddle on the floor, drip by drip. 

***

Karh Blade drank from her lips, his tongue flicking hers, her mouth tasting of salt and power and strength. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling it out of the tight ponytail, and watched it sweep over her shoulders in a blanket of shimmering blonde curls. 

Lorna ripped open his shirt, fabric shredding under her hands, her mouth suddenly moistening his revealed skin, her tongue swirling over his nipple. Her free breasts swung, brushed his lap as she moved lower. Her nipple prodded his erection through the fabric of his pants, and Karh ached to feel her there, flesh on flesh, skin to skin. 

She bit him, and Karh grunted, surprised, turned on. Pain and pleasure jolted his body. He clenched a handful of her hair and yanked her mouth off his chest. She gave a sharp cry. They exchanged hungry, intense glares.

"Fiesty," Karh said and forced her face into his crotch. 

She had him out and in her mouth in seconds, and Karh sucked in a hard gasp of air through his teeth. He clenched his eyes shut, lost to everything but the feel of Lorna's mouth on him, working him, sucking, her tongue lapping his rod, her fingers slowly caressing the underside of his testicles. She had done this before, he realized. 

But how on a planet of women?

Her head bobbed. Karh sighed, looked up at the ceiling, and it seemed to swirl. He sat on the axis of the world, and someone had set it spinning out of control. Tingles shot through him like electricity, lighting him up like a ship reaching critical stage, birthing pleasure in every sinew, every orifice of Karh Blade's consciousness.

If she wanted, she could bite down, grind her teeth, tear, rip his most prized possession and give him pain the likes of which Karh had never experienced. Karh knew he was at her mercy. He also knew that if she tried anything, his blaster was only a breath away, and if he were to live a cock-less life, Lorna would not live to see the new dawn. 

She stopped suddenly, looked up at him, her mouth smeared with saliva, his cock shiny in her hand. It trembled in her grip. With her free wrist, Lorna wiped her mouth and asked, "After you cum in me, will you show me how to use your weapon?" 

Karh blinked. "What?"

"A trade. Your juice in me for lessons. I want to learn how you kill."

Karh felt dumbfounded. The women of this planet were nothing if not unpredictable; he gave them that. He knew he should deny her. She had already pointed his own weapon at him once, and if she had known how to use it, he might not be enjoying her oral skills at this moment. Again, he wondered how she had become so skilled. A mystery upon mysteries, this place was a regular question orgy.

Jupiter's rod, she was beautiful though. And what difference did it make if he was going to be off this heap by this time tomorrow? 

"Agreed," he said, and Lorna licked him like a sweet-pop and slipped him between her lips. When her head bobbed over him, igniting fires in his guts, Karh knew he had made the right decision. 

He cupped his hands under her armpits, lifted her up, and tossed her upon the bed. Lorna's face was glazed with lust, but Karh only caught a glimpse of it as he dove between her legs, her warm thighs to either side of his head, his mouth propelled to the mound where they met. 

She was hot and wet, tasting of warm honey. He lapped her sweetness; his chin became sticky with it. Lorna moaned in a low voice and clawed his scalp through his dark hair, her fingers like knives. Karh didn't mind the pain. He treasured it. 

Her scent filled his nostrils. Her legs quivered around his head; he ran his fingers inside of her as he flicked her hardened nub of a clit with his tongue. He licked it, kissed it, pressed his lips over it and sucked. How many pussies had he eaten over the years? He'd lost count (and some he wasn't particularly proud of putting his mouth too close to) but enough to know his business. 

Exploitation, weaponry, and stealth were by no means the only specialties of Karh Blade. 

"Ah, sweet Vanitoth's essence!" Lorna cried. Her hands clenched fistfuls of his hair. Karh had no idea what she was saying. If that was an example of these women's dirty talk, it left something to be desired. 

It crossed his mind that this experience was nothing like the one with the princess. Where the princess had been graceful, elegant, and naïve, Lorna was powerful, tough, and sexual. Lorna not only seemed to know what she was doing but what to expect and did not seem confused by any aspect of sex with a man.

"Put it in me," she breathed. "I want to feel your heat inside."

Ever the gentleman, Karh complied. He gripped her hips, pulled her towards him and impaled her on his straining, veiny manhood. He grunted, feeling her hot tightness sheath him to the hanging folds of his sack. Lorna's toes curled in pleasurable response. Their bodies slapped together. 

"Yes, you disgusting fool, ram it!" she cried, spittle flying from her lips. Her face flushed red, her teeth gritted, her lips pulled back in a snarl, Lorna seemed to challenge Karh to give her everything he had. Again, Karh felt obliged to comply. Of course, he wasn't too happy on being called a 'disgusting fool' either, so he might add a little extra mustard. 

He let her have it. And (unsurprisingly) she took every bit. "HARDER!" she cried again and again, but there was not such a thing as hard enough. After a few moments, Karh was afraid he might knock himself out, thrusting into Lorna at a maddening pace. Already it felt as though he'd suffered from whiplash the way his head flew back and forth. His abs began to feel tired and sore, but Lorna kept up her battle cry: "HARDER!"

As though tiring of his ineptitude, Lorna yanked Karh to the bed and leapt on top of him. 

***

Zara waited in darkness. She had tried to find the switch that Hunter Haux had activated to gain access to the secret tunnels, but Zara gave up after a few hours of futile searching. Haux apparently didn't want Zara getting second thoughts and attempting to escape through the tunnels. She had been very careful not to reveal her secrets. And so Zara had no choice but to wait for the guards to come. 

She slumped against the wall, cold stones on her back, and Zara closed her eyes. How had it all come to this? She had been so close to the bounty of her life, even had him in the sights of her gunner's megablasters. But now? By this time tomorrow, she'd be nothing more than a chunk of poorly digested flesh in a dinosaur turd. She didn't even want to think about the horrors that Henrik and Karh must be suffering.

The poor bastards.

***

"Tits," Karh mouthed. The word was not much more than a raspy breath. His mouth had gone dry while he grasped Lorna's bouncing breasts with his eager hands. His mind was blank except for the visual image burned into his eyes: Lorna's body, her breasts under his squeezing fingers, a sheen of sweat on their bodies, making them shiny and wet. 

Lorna bent over, her lips coming down, devouring him. Rivulets of sweat slid down her glistening skin, dripped onto Karh's face; they felt hot and wet on his cheek. He felt as though he was in this woman's complete control.

Wait...

Being under ANYONE'S complete control was not a thought that should appeal to the likes of Karh Blade! His reputation filling his mind, Karh threw Lorna off him with a snarl. As collapsed upon the bed, her mouth uttered a short high-pitched cry, and the thin sheet tore, revealing a twist of scratchy straw underneath it. 

Karh wasted no time in flipping Lorna upon her stomach and taking her from behind. He slid into her easily for she was drenched with lust. She cried out with pleasure, with need, with the joy of being overpowered when so few could do so. 

"Who's in control now?" Karh growled. Lorna's firm ass rippled as he pumped into her. Her skin was slippery with sweat under his hands. Her pussy clenched him. 

Lorna flung herself back twice, her buttocks and thighs slamming into him. 

Karh felt his body tense.

"I AM!" Lorna returned and forced Karh into her, deep and hard and with a certain sense of finality. Karh's couldn't stop it- his penis exploded- spurting, spasming, squirting- and he knew that there was nothing he could do. 

"Ah, sweet moons of Venus Eight!" Karh cursed as his desire and strength fled out of him in liquid fury. As his knees went weak and he staggered to the floor, he knew.

For once in his life, a woman had gotten the better of him.

***

The door of the cell swung open with a screech. Zara felt warmth and the orange light of a torch illuminate her, scaring away the shadows and darkness. The wait was over. She opened her eyes and looked up at the guard. Ah, more than just one guard, a platoon stood at the door.

As if they expected trouble. Zara hid a smile. She bet the escort was the direct result of Hunter Haux confiscating some much-needed weaponry. 

"Are you ready for the end?" the large, muscular woman at the door said. Her biceps flexed as if begging Zara to give them an excuse to be put into action.

Zara stood up to be led to her death. 

"Are you?" she whispered.

~to be continued~ 



Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 03



The sharpened tip of a spear edged her forward, to her death. Zara felt numb, in shock. She bit her tongue, pain jolting her, anything to keep her mind awake. For the moment, it worked. Zara felt her eyes fill with tears, but at least she was in the here and now. A ramp led upward, out of the shadows. Into the light. 

Zara lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the blinding glare of the sun. A blast of heat like a hot breath smothered and peppered her skin with beads of sweat; she didn't realize how cool her cell was compared to the warmth of day. 

At least she wouldn't die in the damp dark. If everything went to plan, she wouldn't die at all. Not that it was a brilliant plan, no matter how confident Hunter seemed. Zara tried not to think about it, tried to stay in the moment and just react. She blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight. 

The noise was deafening. At first, she thought it was thunder or the mechanics of some giant machine. Instead, as the world came into focus, Zara saw the jeering masses of women who made the crowd, filling in the seats of the coliseum around her. Strength seemed to drain out of her like blood from a mortal wound. 

A huge metal gate stood at the opposite end of the coliseum's circle. It looked to be only about... oh, say, a hundred thousand miles away. Yes, Zara knew this was an exaggeration, but it felt as if it might as well be that far. She knew she'd have no chance to reach the other side before being eaten, her and Hunter Haux both. 

But maybe, just maybe, she was wrong. A sliver of hope within her refused to die. 

Then the Queen's voice cut through the jeers and chilled Zara's blood: "THERE ARE SOME WHO WOULD DENY FATE!"

Zara looked up and saw her. The Queen wore gleaming gold armor, a breastplate and a single-horned helmet, the horn curving upward like the business end of a rhinoceros. Spear and shield in hand, she was the essence of a royal warrior. Something twisted in Zara's guts when she Henrik standing at the Queen's side. But the bright reflection cast from the armor stung Zara's eyes, so she looked away, her vision blurred.

The Queen continued, not as loud as before, but her voice still carried through the arena. 

"Some who think us and our gods fools! Some who would escape their fate and our gods both, and leave us to suffer the undue consequences! Let me assure you all... WE ARE NO FOOLS! We will not be denied! Fate will not be denied! VANITOTH WILL NOT BE DENIED!" 

The crowd exploded in a roar, and Zara turned to see Hunter Haux being led into the coliseum behind her. Her heart dropped. This was bad. This was very bad. This was certain death. Hunter's light blue hair hung in blood-streaked clumps over her forehead and eyes like a funeral veil. She stumbled and fell; a guard dragged her up and pushed her forward. 

"I'm sorry," Hunter said when she took her place next to Zara. "They were waiting for me. Ambush." Her words were weak and raspy. A dark purple bruise wrapped her throat. 

"Well, at least we won't die alone," Zara said. She clapped a reassuring hand on Hunter's shoulder. Hunter flinched slightly in pain. 

"I suppose that's something."

With a screech of protesting metal, the gate on the opposite of the area began to open. Two women with cannon-like arms worked the winches, muscles bulging grotesquely. The coliseum shook with cheers and applause. 

"Here we go," Zara said and felt a strange sense of calm settle over her. The gate rose enough to reveal two enormous, clawed feet and then the thick legs above them. The rumble of the crowd crescendoed as more and more of Vanitoth (small arms, dripping muzzle, black eyes) could be seen, and Zara suddenly smelled urine. She looked down; the pants of her flight suit were dirty but dry.

She turned to look at Hunter Haux. Terror flashed through the other woman's eyes. The crotch of her uniform had gone dark and wet. Poor girl, Zara thought. She'd had a hell of a last night and day, but at least it would all be over soon. 

As if in agreement, Vanitoth roared, spittle flying from its mouth, and took a thundering step into the arena. The crowd somehow became impossibly louder. Zara's heart skipped a beat and leapt to life like a frightened rabbit. Her pulse beat jungle drums in her ears. God, she hoped it would be quick.

"VANITOTH APPROACHES!" the Queen cried, and then the charge exploded. 

***

Underneath his disguise (which not much more than a hooded white shawl but seemed to work all the same), Karh Blade had felt torn since seeing the bounty hunter led into the arena as a human sacrifice. After all, she was the one who had chased him here in the first place; she deserved to be chewed up, swallowed and end up a monster shit. Poetic justice, no?

Still, after a post-coital discussion with Lorna, he'd decided that Gate of Vanitoth was the best chance for escape, and the bounty hunter might come in useful as back-up. Lorna proved to have a regular armory stashed away; over the years, she had stocked up on various sets of blasters, daggers, laser whips, and best of all? Charges. 

The bounty hunter might prove a capable ally, but the real reason Karh Blade pressed the trigger on the detonator... well... he liked to see things blow up. 

A chunk of the coliseum went up in a ball of flame and smoke, charred bodies and stones suddenly falling through the air like rain. Vanitoth screeched and caught a screaming raindrop of a woman on its tongue. Its jaws came together and tore flesh and bone apart, the woman now not much more than a splash of blood and hanging flesh from Vanitoth's teeth. 

***

"Quick, while it's distracted!" Zara cried below, not knowing how it had happened but knowing that now was the time. They wouldn't have another chance, not like this, not at all, period. She grabbed Hunter's arm and made for the gate.

***

Karh fought his way through the horrified throng of women, the applause and cheers for blood forgotten, all of them scurrying and panicking to get away from their crazed lizard god. The heat of the blaze warmed his face; even on the other side of the arena, it felt intense. 

A hand clamped over his shoulder, yanked him. He lost his balance and went tumbling backwards; the upside down face of an enraged blonde titan whooshed into his vision. Karh lost the air in his lungs with a whooping gasp as his back smashed into the concrete. 

"For Yrin!" the woman cried, and she raised a rusty gladius in her hands, readying to thrust it down in a brutal death strike. 

"Dayna!" a familiar voice responded, Lorna's voice. The woman above Karh moved her eyes away from him, and then the left one popped as her brain melted in a fiery beam of laser. She didn't have time to scream; she collapsed into a lifeless heap, a smoking hole where her eye had been. Karh pulled himself to his feet.

Lorna held the blaster with steady hands in the shooting stance Karh had taught her. A thin wisp of smoke slivered from the barrel. Her eyes were wide, bright, and alive. A flash of victory swept her face.

"Lorna, thank the devils. I thought I was about to be sent into that great black hole in the Zeta Quadrant," Karh said, taking a step towards her. Lorna pointed the blaster at him. Karh stopped dead in his tracks. He should have known better. 

"Sorry, Karh Blade, but you killed my sister," Lorna said. Her blonde hair shimmered in the twin lights of the fire and sun. Her lips pulled over her teeth in a smile-snarl. 

"What?"

"You killed the Captain of the Guard. And now I will kill you, her killer. You've proven yourself quite useful. I'm almost sorry it has to end like this. Almost," she said, and then her finger tightened on the trigger. 

But not before Karh Blade slipped Princess Sauria's forgotten hair pin from the back of his trousers and flung it into the barrel of the blaster. He so enjoyed taking advantage of his enemies' preference for pontification. It exploded in her hand as Lorna squeezed the trigger. Karh leap-frogged two rows of seats and leapt over the side of the coliseum, down to the dirt, to the chaos of Vanitoth's feast. 

Several women had fallen from their perches around the arena, and Vanitoth seemed to enjoy having its pick of the litter. It huffed and tore one shrieking patron from the ground, flipped her up with a jerk of his head. Her arms and legs flailing, the woman screamed but not for long. Vanitoth caught her in its teeth and bit her in two, gulping the top half with relish. Two disembodied legs flipped to the ground, still kicking. Vanitoth's snout grew red and thick with splashing blood. It ground a few more women under its feet. Guts squished between the creature's massive toes. 

Never in its history had Vanitoth enjoyed such a glorious feast. 

The walls of arena ran with blood, steamed with spools of innards. Karh did his best to ignore the carnage and make his way to the gate. He hopped over a piece of leg, dodged a flying arm. He could see the stretch of jungle and freedom beyond it. He gritted his teeth and sprinted. 

Lorna stood at the edge of the arena and watched him escape with hate in her eyes. No one escaped her wrath and lived. Not her sister. Certainly not this pathetic man from the sky. Her hands gripped tight around the gladius of her dead sister. 

She would stain it red with the blood of Karh Blade. 

***

Hunter Haux slapped a fern out of her face as she dashed through the jungle, greenery whipping at her from all angles, thrashing her arms and legs and torso, but none of these minor scratches seemed to bother her. Not compared to the fate they had barely evaded.

"It's a miracle!" she yelled back at Zara. 

"Keep moving!" was the pilot's only reply. And so they ran. 

Eventually, they learned they could not run forever. Hunter wobbled, stumbled, fell. Zara collapsed directly behind her on jelly legs.

Gasps of air scorched through Zara's throat and lungs like liquid fire. The world swirled around her; dizziness threatened to throw her over its shoulder and escort her to unconsciousness. Zara fought it and pulled herself to a sitting position, her back against the thick trunk of a tree. 

The foliage shuddered in the direction from which they had just come, and Hunter groaned and scrambled to her hands and knees. She couldn't seem to manage to stand, and Zara knew how she felt. She didn't have the energy to fight if it came to that. A hapless kind of hopelessness slipped over her that they'd been tracked and found so soon. 

Karh Blade crashed through a set of ferns, saw them, and went skidding to his knees. He gulped air as if he'd been near drowning. His face was red, his clothes spattered with dots of blood. Zara appreciated the irony that she was actually glad to see him. 

"You're pretty fast for sacrificial lambs," he huffed. He slid back with a grunt, ass-first to the ground. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Your charge?" Zara guessed. 

"You got it, my charge, my distraction."

Hunter Haux grabbed a low-hanging limb and pulled herself to her feet. She pushed some sweaty locks of blue hair out of her face and blew a long sigh through her lips. 

"There's a stream near here. I remember from before they caught me and my men. When we get there, we'll see you're properly thanked," Hunter said and started to stagger through the jungle. 

Zara shrugged, stood up on wobbly legs and offered Karh her hand. He took it. Zara helped him up, and they followed. 

***

The Queen poked the corpse with her spear before announcing, "The Captain of the Guard is dead." 

Dayna's one eyed corpse stared at nothing in the sky. The flesh around the blasted eye was charred black, and her mouth was open in a look of surprise (or betrayal, Lorna knew). Now, perhaps Dayna would find peace with her lover in the afterlife. Not that Dayna's peace was anything to Lorna. In fact, she could care less if Dayna suffered eternal torment in a sea of bubbling magma. Lorna preferred that notion to one of Dayna and Yrin frolicking in some repulsive paradise.

The thing that mattered was as second in command, Lorna had earned her promotion. 

"She was killed," Lorna spoke up. The Queen turned her snake-eyes towards her. Lorna felt her pulse quicken. This was the time. Now, she would prove her worthiness. 

"She was killed by the outsider, the man from the sky, the one who escaped the princess'... charms. Dayna must be avenged," Lorna continued. The Queen said nothing but regarded Lorna with her serpentine eyes. She blinked once, and her tongue flicked out before disappearing between the Queen's thin lips. Could she know? Lorna swallowed, waited for the Queen's move. 

"What do you suggest, Captain?" the Queen said, stressing the last word. Cold sweat slid down the back of Lorna's neck, sweat not just from the heat of the sun and the still blazing fires of the explosion. She stared up at the Queen- the only thing she had ever feared. 

"The riders," Lorna said. A pause, and then the Queen nodded in agreement. 

"The ridersssssssssss. Yessssss! YESSSSSS!" the Queen hissed and then threw her head back and laughed, her razor teeth glistening in the sunlight. The laughter echoed through the coliseum and over the smoldering bodies of the newly dead. 

***

"How 'bout that feast of Vanitoth?" Karh said, cocking an eyebrow as he walked side-by-side with Zara. She grimaced, and Karh laughed. Funny how their rivalry had morphed into instant camaraderie, but then near death experiences had a way of throwing you for a curve. 

"Yeah, once that thing got a taste for blood, it was... it was like it was insatiable. Or maybe crazy blonde jungle bitches are simply delicious," Zara said. Karh nodded.

"As the ancient wise men used to say, once you pop, you can't stop."

Hunter Haux paused before them, pulled a thick crowding of foliage apart. Behind it: the bubbling cool blue of the stream. It gurgled down a slight overhang, forming a calm, clear pool before dribbling off on its continued journey through the jungle. Hunter looked over her shoulder towards Zara and Karh; she flashed them a bright smile. 

"We're here," Hunter said. Her eye patch was dark with sweat, but relief flooded her features. She leaned one hand against a tree for balance as she pulled off her boots. She sighed with pleasure once her feet were free. 

"We've covered enough distance to keep the ladies behind us busy for awhile. Anyone for a dip?" Hunter asked and pulled the shirt of her uniform from her pants and over her head. Her bare breasts were pale white with small pink nipples, hardening in the sudden caress of fresh air. She started unbuckling her belt. Her blue hair reflected shimmers of the lake surface. 

"I... er... suppose I could go for one?" Karh said at an uncharacteristic loss of words. He turned to Zara, gave her a questioning look. As if Karh Blade needed permission from her, Zara thought. All the same, she supposed she appreciated the acknowledgement considering Hunter Haux was throwing her sexuality at him with the subtlety of a live charge. Zara nodded.

"Go for it. I think I'll just rest here for a bit," she said. 

"Now, my friend," Hunter said, giving Karh the eye (having only one). "Allow me to thank you for saving our lives." 

Hunter slid her pants down her legs and past her ankles. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been with a man. Sometime on the ship, before the crash. Perhaps with Ensign Matheson in the engineering room? Her body tingled with the memory and anticipation of enjoying a man's warmth within her once more. She waded into the pool, waist deep, the water refreshing and cool against her battered and bruised skin. She turned and beckoned Karh with a finger. 

Karh tripped and stumbled over his trousers; he couldn't get them over his feet. He grunted, pulled, got one free and then twisted his other foot and pulled harder. Finally, with a small rip, he got his pants off. His erect penis flopped and stabbed the air. He looked comical but not altogether unattractive. His body- tanned and muscular. His features- handsome if a little rough, a long scar tracing his jaw from chin to right ear. 

But he was a rogue, a murderer, a wanted man, and (most importantly) a bounty. Zara still had hopes of collecting the substantial amount for his head. The only difference was the fact that she might now consider taking him alive. 

Zara tried not to be too obvious while she took a mental measure (a little under ten inches; she'd seen bigger but most of those were the result of genetic disasters). She sat in the shade of a tall palm, watching with envious eyes. She tried not to think about giving in, wading in the pool behind Hunter and Karh, becoming vulnerable to her desire. She wanted to feel his hands on her, roving her naked body, spreading her legs and allowing entrance. Hunter wasn't too bad either, for a woman, but Zara wasn't particularly into that kind of thing. 

There was always room for exceptions though. 

Zara closed her eyes, sighed, then opened them. She unbuckled her pants and slid in one teasing hand. She knew of more than one way to find relief, and most didn't involve a man. 

In the pool, Karh made his way to the smiling form of Hunter Haux, up to her neck in glistening water. She kicked away from him with a laugh and a splash. He followed her, moving quicker, feeling gooey mud squish underneath his toes. He blinked water out of his lashes. He reached out with a hand, caught a kicking foot around its ankle. 

"You minx!" he laughed and pulled her towards him. A moment later, he wrapped his arms around the Hunter's waist. Time slowed. The world was lost to them but for this moment. Her blue hair was wet and clung to her face. Sparkles of water decorated her skin. Her eye looked into his with hungry, needy lust. She gripped the sides of Karh's head and pulled him into a kiss. His erection rubbed against her stomach. 

Zara watched from the shadows. They must know she was still there, but they had forgotten her in their own pleasure. Her hand worked in her pants, fingers tickling, prodding, teasing. A voyeuristic thrill ran shivers through her. 

Hunter broke the kiss. Her hands slid down Karh, along his slippery skin and the curves of his muscles, under the water to clench his buttocks. 

"You know," Hunter said. "I can hold my breath for a long time."

Karh opened his mouth to ask her what the stars that had to do with anything, but before he could, her head bobbed beneath the water and he felt Hunter's mouth encase him. 

***

"Are you ready to prove your loyalty, slave?" the Queen said, standing over him in her golden armor, spear in hand, intimidating and frightening. The Goddess of War. 

Jupiter's balls, Henrik wanted her. He wanted to feel her scales on his skin, her tail wrapped around his torso, wanted to stab her moist pink insides with his cock. 

"Yes, yes, my Queen, what will you have me do?" he begged from his knees, looking up into her snake-eyes. The Queen bared her teeth, razors on razors. A delicious chill scurried up Henrik's spine. For a moment, he thought she might eat him. Then she spoke. 

"I want you to decorate my spear with the heads of your friends."

***

They had moved to a small beach at the edge of the pool. Zara watched them, trying not to wish it was her legs wrapped around Karh Blade, his kisses cool on the flesh of her neck. Zara's hand sped up, the crotch of her flight pants bulging with motion, her knuckles feeling hot where they rubbed against the fabric. Electric tingles shivered through her body; she felt pressure building, like a dam against rising tides.

Karh was on top of Hunter, her body writhing underneath his slow, methodical thrusts. Beads of water on their body glistened in the sunlight. Karh's wet hair dripped and clung to his forehead in patches of dark black. Hunter's hands gripped his buttocks, fingers forming depressions in his skin. 




Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 03



Zara closed her eyes. In her mind's eye, yes, she was with him, replacing Hunter Haux. Despite having her eyes closed, she saw it vividly, in glorious color. She was arching underneath him, Blade's hands gripping her hips. Only for a moment in her mind, a moment wouldn't hurt, and it meant nothing to her. It was a moment of pleasure, a guilty pleasure, nothing more. And it brought her to the precipice- that glorious moment before the end, balanced precariously at the edge of climax and relief, and then she over.

The dam burst, releasing the flood, and Zara bit back her cry of pleasure. Her eyes flew open, and the world spun. 

On the beach, Karh Blade chanced a glance towards the tree and Zara. Hunter had her eye closed below him, small purrs of pleasure slipping through her throat, lost in her own private paradise. Karh saw Zara squirming on the ground, one hand deep in her pants, another hand clenching a handful of her auburn hair. 

Yes, Hunter Haux was attractive, pretty, slim, and eager, but Zara was the most beautiful and enticing woman Karh had ever known. Her beauty was only matched by her intelligence and cunning, and this is why she had proved such a challenging adversary. 

It was also why Karh wanted her. Her, above all others.

Yeah, and if he wanted her so badly, why was he thrusting in and out of the woman below him while Zara sat alone, pleasuring herself? First, Karh had his reputation. Part of this reputation involved not turning down gorgeous women when they propositioned him, and Hunter Haux had cleaned up very good. Karh had more notches scratched into the hilt of his dagger than he would dare admit to the likes of Zara. A woman like her would never end up a mere notch for some spaceshitter like Blade. 

He looked down for a moment, and it was her he saw under him: Zara. Her lynx eyes gazed up, and she nodded, "Yes, oh yes, I've needed you for so long."

It was not the first time Karh had imagined this; perhaps it had something to do with the relationship of the predator and prey, of finally meeting an opponent who was an equal. She had hunted him for so long that she had become a part of him. It didn't hurt that Zara was also mouthwatering: shiny auburn hair, athletic yet curving body, strong and intelligent face, eyes like that of a tiger. 

And seeing Zara in the shade of that tree, obviously in the throes of wild, unbridled lust, proved the end for Karh Blade. He pumped into Hunter Haux, her fingers like claws digging into him, and her mouth opened in an astonished cry as her own end was met. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she shivered like a leaf caught in a harsh autumn breeze as Karh erupted, his own mouth flying open, a sharp cry bellowing out. 

They came together, each lost in his and her individual world of thought and pleasure. 

***

The three-horned beasts rumbled, legs like trunks working scaly muscles as if impatient to be used. The room smelled of feces and sweat, not unlike the stable of Eternian cats Henrik had worked in as a boy. Only these monsters were at least three times the size of those cats and twice as loud. The beasts kept bellowing as the women yanked their reins, urging them forward from the messy stalls. The mere sight of these creatures awed him and cast icy slivers of fear through Henrik's gut. The worst part of it all was when he noticed the saddles on each beast and realized what they were for. 

"Do not fear. You will ride with me, slave. Hold onto me tight, and your chances of death will be diminished," the Queen said. If the statement was supposed to inspire confidence, it failed terribly. When Henrik had agreed to murder Zara, Karh Blade, and the other woman, he hadn't realized it was going to be so much trouble. 

The Queen sauntered off to bark and hiss orders at some trainers struggling with their horned charge, and the Captain of the Guard turned to face Henrik as if she had been waiting for the opportunity to speak to Henrik alone. He felt a little strange as he looked at her. She wore a helmet made from the head of a giant serpent, and it felt as though the eyes of the dead snake were staring at him. The serpent's long fangs draped each side of the Captain's face. 

"Betray us, and you will know pain," the Captain said. Her eyes were like hard sapphire stones, and something about her struck Henrik as not quite right, not quite altogether there. Henrik's mind searched for the word and found it: psychopath. It seemed to fit the Captain as snugly as her skintight, green-scaled armor. 

"I don't have much of a choice," Henrik replied, meeting the Captain's glare. She didn't frighten him. As long as he remained the Queen's consort, the Captain couldn't touch him, no matter how much bitter hatred she might pepper her threats. 

"Smarter than you look, man," she spat the last word as if an insult. "Just leave Karh Blade to me." 

With this, the Captain of the Guard grabbed the reins of one of the beasts and pulled herself hand-over-hand to the saddle. She slipped out the gladius strapped to her back and held it over her head. The blade gleamed in the light cast from torches. 

"Prepare to ride!" she yelled, and a cry echoed from the riders as they climbed onto their perches. Henrik felt his heart pumping in his chest, felt the rush of adrenaline make his head a little dizzy, and then someone had his arm and was yanking him. His head craned up on his neck, and he saw it was the Queen. Her face was all teeth, lips pulled back in a reaper's smile. He swung up behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her armored waist. 

"Forward!" the Queen cried. 

When the three-horned beast under him reared back and started pounding forward on elephantine legs, Henrik did his best to not piss his pants.

***

"My parents had money, didn't know what to do with it. They at first considered making my hair purple. Guess what they wanted to name me," Hunter said, tracing invisible lines on Henrik's chest with her index finger. 

"What?" Karh's eyes were closed, and the tips of his toes dipped into the pool. He was not yet over the sensation of sex. Hunter's voice washed over him; in a way it seemed to calm and soothe, whispering his heart rate to normal.

"Violet! Can you believe the processes that must have transpired within their thought organs? I was almost relieved when the Supreme Dictator had them liquidated."

Karh's eyes popped open.

"So, Blade," Zara said, walking over. Karh could have kissed her for interrupting his conversation with Hunter Haux after the last turn it had taken. "Did you manage to smuggle any goodies other than the charge you destroyed half of the lizard-worshipping ladies' Coliseum of Death with?" 

Karh pushed himself up on an elbow. Zara didn't seem put off by his and Hunter's nakedness; she took a seat on a large, grey boulder next to the edge of the pool. Perhaps she wanted to demonstrate that seeing Hunter and Karh together had no effect on her. Zara leaned back and stretched like a yawning cat, the sunlight warm on her face and arms. Karh, however, felt suddenly uncomfortable; he reached up with one hand and found the hem of his pants. 

"There should be a pack here, ah, yes." 

He seemed to find what he was looking for and held up a bulky brown bundle. Something inside of it clattered metal on metal. He winked and tossed the pack over to Zara. Then he started to slip into his trousers. 

Zara's eyes brightened as she pulled out a blaster. She gripped it, then bounced it, testing its weight in the palm of her hand. She spun the blaster on her trigger finger. Caught it so that the barrel pointed at Karh's chest. Spun it, caught it.

"Beautiful," Zara said. "How did you manage?" 

"Made friends with one of the guards. Well, friends until she tried to melt my face with one of those things," Karh replied, watching Zara's adept handling of the blaster. His comment seemed to interest Hunter. She moved to a sitting position, her hair brushing her shoulders. 

"Which guard?" Hunter asked. 

"Lorna."

Hunter's back went straight. Her nipples hardened on her breasts, and her hand went to her mouth in the universal expression of surprise. 

"Lorna, the Captain's second?" 

"Yes, she said she was second in command. Why?" Karh said. Hunter's reaction had piqued his curiosity, and he wondered what she knew. 

"At one time, Lorna was the Captain of the Guard. When we crashed, she caught us in the jungle. She became interested in everything about us, our weapons and customs. She apparently fell in love with one of my men. He was a prisoner. She snuck him out, kept him hidden in her room. When her sister found out, she turned in Lorna. The man was flayed to death and thrown to the beasts. Lorna was demoted. Her sister became Captain of the Guard, and I guess as an apology of sorts to Lorna, she made Lorna her second."

Karh let this knowledge fall into place like the missing piece of a puzzle. This explained Lorna's sexual expertise and the murder of her sister if not why she wanted Karh dead so much. He traced the scar under his chin with his finger, letting his thoughts gel into words and form in his mouth.

"Well, I've gotten the better of her twice now, so I wouldn't worry," Karh said, his eyes drifting over the calm blue of the pool and the frothy spill of stream emptying into it. Hunter's hand settled on his shoulder, and Karh turned to look into her one eye. 

"No, Karh. She's insane. That'll only motivate her to come after you. She can't handle being bested at anything. She destroys anything that she can't beat. She's had it out for her sister ever since..."

"She killed her. She killed her sister," Karh said. He felt the blood turn to ice in his veins. 

A splash at the other end of the pool attracted their attention. It took Karh a moment to register what he was seeing. A crocodile. A forty foot crocodile. All thoughts of Lorna quickly drained out of him, only to replaced with images of teeth, big giant teeth, massive jaws opening up to swallow him like a black hole. 

"I think it's time to leave," Zara said. She caught her spinning blaster and holstered it in the belt she had pulled out of Karh's pack while Hunter and Karh were talking. 

A crack like breaking bone echoed behind them. They turned towards the sound. Karh saw the trees first, splintered and cracked open like crab legs. Then he saw what stood between the trees- Vanitoth, regarding its surroundings with black eyes. Upon seeing them, it bellowed a nerve-numbing roar. Drool dripped from its blood-stained lips. 

Karh swallowed, felt a lump the size of one of Jupiter's moons in his throat.

"This can't end well," he croaked. 

~to be continued~



Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 04



Caught between two nightmares, Zara stood. 

On one side, a particularly large crocodilian snout and the ridges of a back and tail glided through the sparkling blue pool where Karh Blade (rogue, mercenary, scoundrel) and Hunter Haux (Naval officer, one-eyed, slightly off-kilter) had enjoyed one another's company only minutes before. Teeth jutted up from its lips like a mocking smile. With three delicious morsels sitting at the edge of the pool, it had plenty to smile about. 

On the other side, Vanitoth- lizard god. It lumbered on twin legs like oaks, the claws of its feet digging three-toed trenches into the earth. Blood from its morning feast still dripped from its jaws, but a creature like Vanitoth could never really be satisfied. It lived only to eat. That was its sole purpose, all it knew. It regarded the the same three morsels with a mixture of threat and an obligation to destroy. 

"Back away slowly," Hunter's voice whispered through the haze of inevitable destruction. The very molecules of the air around them were heavy and electric with the building pressure of what was about to happen. "Maybe once they notice each other, they'll forget all about..."

The roar of Vanitoth cut her off, and it thundered towards them, the ground trembling under its feet. Zara fired a shot from her weapon, a fiery red blast of laser cutting past Vanitoth's eyes to little effect, and rolled off the boulder in the next instant. She landed on her feet, cat-like, just as Vanitoth's jaws snapped at the spot behind her. 

Zara ducked, somersaulted to her left, and then felt the weight of Vanitoth's tail slam into her torso as it swung around, trying vainly to keep up with her fleeing form. Zara tried to cry out, but the air blasted out of her lungs with a brutal gasp and she was in the air, arms and legs whistling through the limbs of trees and ferns, and then a crashing, savage pain ripped through her as she met an unforgiving branch with her right shoulder. She felt herself flip, end over end, and hit the ground with a bone-crunching thud. 

"Move!" Karh yelled, grabbing Hunter and yanking her towards a patch of jungle. Her wet hair flung about her face like the blue swirl of a whirlpool. Her clothes were a hastily wrapped bundle of cloth in one hand, sleeves flailing. 

"We won't make it!" she cried in response. Vanitoth's attention diverted away from Zara's awkward flight into the trees and towards the running figures of Karh and Hunter. It twisted to meet them with its gaping, drooling maw.

Then the crocodile's head thrashed out of the water, thrusting from the edge of the pool, and its massive jaws wrapped around the meat of Vanitoth's leg. 

"Yes, we will!" Karh said, and he pulled Hunter into the thick wilds of jungle. As much as he wanted to, he didn't bother looking back. Survival came first. 

***

Zara's body was a thousand throbbing pulsations, connected only by the sharp jolts of pain shrieking around them. Her head felt like another pulse, the rhythmic beat of a drum from some lost, wild universe. As the world came into focus, she was horrified to discover her eyes had not been closed; they were wide open and staring into a black nothingness; then a moment later- the colors of the world saturated scenery with bright, florid hues. 

She was not dead. Hell, she wasn't even unconscious. Clear thoughts began to struggle through the tar-like sludge of her mind and formed. Sight had returned, and now sound. 

Proof of this: a guttural bellow echoed in her ears. 

Zara managed to sit up and looked towards it, past the broken foliage through which she had just crashed. The crocodile had its jaws around Vanitoth's leg and was making a futile attempt to pull it into the water of the pool, perhaps in an attempt to drown Vanitoth for later feeding. Vanitoth's leg wriggled in its mouth as Vanitoth tried to get it free. Vanitoth bellowed again, snapped its teeth in anger. 

A hand came down on Zara's shoulder, startling her, and she choked off a scream before it could manage to escape her throat. She turned into the handsome but concerned features of Karh Blade.

"You didn't think we'd leave you?" he said and helped her to her feet. "Come on. I'm not interested in seeing which monster wins the wrasslin' match." 

A roar caught their attention as Vanitoth brought its own teeth over the top of the crocodile's head and bit. Vanitoth savagely ground its teeth and tore into the flesh of the crocodile, whipping its head back and forth, flinging bits of gore into the air. Turning from the carnage, Zara allowed Karh to lead her away, roars of destruction still ringing in her ears. 

She had a funny feeling it would not be the last they'd see of Vanitoth.

***

For the first time in some years, Lorna, the new Captain of the Guard, thought about Stark. He had been young, wide-eyed, and precocious. Smooth features and a slim build. Straw-colored hair. Light brown eyes. A bright smile that lit up his entire face. Honest. Sweet. Insecure. Lorna smiled as the mental image filled her mind. 

Stark Ford had been everything that Karh Blade was not. 

Was this why Lorna wanted Blade to die? Because he represented a polar opposite of Stark? Lorna thought it might have more to do with the simple fact that Karh Blade had brought it all back, memories that Lorna has wished to bury forever. But then came Blade, who drudged them all up against Lorna's will. Blade- showing up out of nowhere and invading her life. And yes, she had enjoyed using Blade's body, but it only reminded her of everything that she had lost and could never have again. 

In any case, she wanted to taste Karh Blade's blood. 

Lorna remembered how Dayna, her own sister, had led the guards to her room. She had been on top of Stark at one moment and suddenly not- arms around her arms, pulling her away. More arms pulled Stark out of the bed, his erection withering, and he called for her, begged her to help him. She remembered how Stark had shrieked when the guards had fed him to the vipers, his execution carried out as well as (in a way) her own.

She looked down at her hands and saw that her knuckles were clenched white. The reins were a painful crease in her palms where she squeezed them. Lorna had a fleeting moment, wondering if she had finally lost all semblance of sanity, but the strained voice of a guard cut if off before it could become a full-fledged realization. 

"Captain, we've found Vanitoth's tracks leading in the same direction as those of the escaped prisoners," the guard said, her face red and out of breath. 

Lorna looked down from her position on the back of her huge, three-horned beast and wondered why the guard looked so concerned. It took a moment for the thought to cross Lorna's mind that she should be afraid- Vanitoth, eater of souls, lizard god of the afterlife. She almost felt sorry for the guard, to live an existence so full of self-deceit, ignorance, and superstition. Almost. The guard was too pathetic to earn any real sympathy. 

"Excellent, Vanitoth will lead us to our prey. It's a sign. The gods are with us," the Queen said, pulling her beast parallel to Lorna's own. The Queen's armor gleamed in the filtering yellow of afternoon sun. The man/slave Henrik held on to her, hands wrapped tight around the Queen's torso as if afraid that he would plummet to the ground if he let go. What a waste of flesh. Lorna nodded.

"Of course," she said. "Pick up the pace, riders!" 

***

"So you sure you know where this ship is?" Karh said, throwing a glance sideways at Hunter. Karh had Zara's left arm draped around his shoulders, his own arm around Zara's body to lend support. She limped some but seemed slowly but surely regaining her strength. The tail-induced flight and crash through the trees had looked worse than it really felt. Zara didn't think she'd need Karh for too much longer though she did not mind his body against hers. But she'd never admit as much. 

"We're not headed towards the ship," Hunter replied with a bit of a petulant expression. She wanted to know Karh that she was jealous. Zara tried not to roll her eyes. Though Zara was attracted to Karh in a purely physical sense, she'd never give into temptation. She had more self respect, more dignity than that. Not that she thought less of Hunter for throwing herself at him back at the pool. Considering Hunter had seen neither hide nor hair of a man for who knew how long, Zara didn't blame her for breaking off a piece of the first one she saw when the opportunity arose. 

"What?" Karh's voice rumbled with disdain. 

"Perhaps you've forgotten the reason you crashed here in the first place?" 

"I was chased by the limping bitch next to me?" Karh suggested. Zara groaned in response, poked him hard in the ribs. 

"There's a magnetic field. Disrupts anything electrical in the atmosphere. There's a dish or beacon or something on the side of a dormant volcano. We were headed to dismantle it some years ago when we were captured by your friend, Lorna," Hunter said. She swept her a clump of blue hair out of her eye. 

"A beacon? These women don't seem..." Zara searched for the words.

"What she's trying to say is they're technological retards," Karh offered.

"Close enough," Zara seconded with a nod.

Hunter opened her mouth as if to respond and then closed it. Zara noted the expression on the woman's face. She was hiding something. Zara began to wonder how Hunter knew so much about this "dish or beacon" and why had the Navy been in this part of the quadrant in the first place. This story had something more to it than mere chance and misfortune. 

Zara held her tongue. It didn't matter at the moment, anyway. She'd save her questions until after they were safe and far away from their current location. Far away from this planet of monsters and barbarian women. 

Hunter came to a decision of some sort and said, "Yes, you're right. But perhaps their civilization was not the only one on this planet at some point, or perhaps they were more advanced at some point and had some kind of downfall."

Karh shrugged. "Like Earth's Rome I. The first one, before the atomic winters. You said there was a volcano? Maybe it wasn't always dormant." 

"Makes sense," Hunter said as if content with the explanation.

Zara, on the other hand, was far from content. A volcanic eruption that wiped away all evidence of an advanced civilization would have certainly also destroyed a lone beacon attached to the side of its rock walls. Again, she was careful to say nothing. Now was not the time. She'd reassess Hunter Haux's trustworthiness once they were in the vacuum of deep space. 

***

The battle must have been fierce. Broken trees sat splintered, and ferns lay flattened and crushed into the earth, stained with blood and splattered with gore. Lorna ran her fingers across the body of the crocodile. It still felt warm. Its head looked up at her with unseeing reptilian eyes, eyes not unlike those of the Queen; the head had been separated from the neck and was half submersed in the water, floating like a battered raft. 

"Vanitoth can't be far," the Captain said, batting away a bothersome fly. They were roosting in the meat of the crocodile's decapitated neck, building communities in fresh blood. 

"Leave Vanitoth to its own devices. It will leave us and the prisoners while it tends to its wounds. In the meantime, we will make camp. I want us fresh for tomorrow," the Queen said, resting a hand on Lorna's shoulder. 

"Next to this?" Lorna said, motioning towards the cooling corpse. A fly buzzed past her face, and she caught it with a deft hand. She crushed it in her palm, wiped a red smear against the waist of her green-scaled armor. Lorna didn't care for the prospect of an entire night of insect nuisance. 

"We now have plenty of meat for the girls," the Queen said and turned away, having given the final say on the matter. "Make a fire. The smoke will drive away the flies."

Lorna watched the Queen's back, a mix of hero-worship, fear, and hate boiling her guts. Only the Queen could make Lorna feel so useless and foolish and yet still eager to please, like a doting daughter. Lorna looked down at the palm of her hand, a splash of fly guts and gore where she had crushed the bug with so much indifference. It seemed an apt metaphor for her relationship with her ruler. 

"Come," the Queen called over her shoulder. "Tonight you will dine with me, Captain."

Lorna paused, giving the dead beast one last lingering look, and then obediently followed.

***

Night came.

Time had a way of slipping through Lorna's fingers, and before she knew it, she sat in the Queen's spacious tent. She had changed from her armor into a hip-hugging, short skirted toga. The scents of seasoned meat and fresh bread wafted through the air. A small square table had been set in the center of the tent, and Lorna took a seat to the Queen's right. The Queen's slave, Henrik, sat at the opposite side, to the Queen's left. Henrik eyed Lorna with unconcealed distrust. The Queen smiled at her; she had also changed from her armor to a silky gold robe.

A handmaiden appeared and poured a lusciously dark red wine into a goblet in front of Lorna. The handmaiden was breathtaking- shimmering blonde hair, lengthy slim legs. Her ample cleavage swayed as she bent to pour. Handmaidens were the elite of the elite when it came to feminine charms, and the Queen's taste was unparalleled. Lorna ignored the maiden and kept her attention on the food in front of her and the Queen's observant eyes. 

"We have a common bond, Captain," the Queen said. She sipped from a silver goblet, licked her lips with her forked tongue. She placed the goblet on the table and shot Lorna a meaningful look. Lorna said nothing, waited for the Queen to continue. The handmaiden disappeared after filling her cup. Lorna felt a heavy pause in the air. 

"Men," the Queen said. Lorna froze. 

"Don't be foolish, my dear. It's no secret. Your love for the man Stark Ford is well documented," the Queen continued. Her serpentine eyes were unreadable. Lorna glanced at Henrik. The man shifted as though uncomfortable in his chair. His eyes darted from the Queen to Lorna and back to the Queen, where they settled with a slight tremor. 

"All that is past. Years past," Lorna said. She felt thirsty, grabbed her goblet, and took a hard swallow. The wine tasted sweet and bitter. Lorna took a moment to put on her best poker face (Stark had taught her how to play with virtual cards) as she lowered the goblet. The Queen's face, meanwhile, wore a grim smile. 

"Past. And yet I find it interesting that you are the lone witness to your sister's murder." 

The Queen paused. Lorna's expression did not change; she held the poker face. If the Queen meant to kill her, there was nothing Lorna could do. The best strategy was to wait and see what developed. Under the table in her lap, one hand fingered the hilt of her diamond-studded dagger. The Queen continued.

"Dayna. Captain of the Guard. The sister who betrayed you by revealing your relationship with a man. The sister, who- fittingly- you claim was murdered by another man, and only you saw it. This death both ensured your promotion and revenge. And in a way, it was mankind's revenge on her for indirectly killing one of its members. Logical thought leads one to a collaboration between the documented lover of men and the man whose victim benefited you."

In a quiet voice, Lorna said, "Conjecture." 

"You deny that these theories are logical?"

"Logical, perhaps."

The Queen leaned forward, her breasts brushing the table, a shadowy triangle leading between her the fleshy curves down her low cut robe. Lorna blinked, swept her eyes away. The Queen spoke in a low, conspiratorial voice.

"You're ambitious. You're cunning. You've earned your position. And I share you desire." 

Lorna said nothing but felt a strange ache in her chest, a fluttering of anticipation. 

"You've experienced something none but royalty normally do, and now you know why. It becomes an addiction, the need to feel that hot hardness, the warmth of man inside of you, filling you, stretching you. My own daughter experienced Karh Blade only once, and I have spent the last two days enduring her constant cries for his throbbing flesh," the Queen said. A strange sparkle illuminated her yellow, reptilian eyes. 

"She has my condolences," Lorna said, allowing a slight smile to turn the corners of her mouth. Her mind flashed to bucking back into Blade, her ass cheeks rippling, his surprised cry as he peaked. 

"You had him?" the Queen said, her brow rising subtly. Lorna decided to bite the bullet, see how the Queen might react. If the Queen wanted Lorna dead, she'd be dead. Deception had no use for her. Lorna threw her metaphorical cards on the table.

"Yes."

The Queen grinned wide at the confession, her teeth gleaming in the candlelight. She leaned back in her chair and licked her thin lips. She ran one finger lightly across the tops of her breasts, tracing curvy slopes. Lorna felt a slight but uncharacteristic burn in her cheeks, a hardening of her nipples, a tingling feeling shooting through the tips of her fingers. Only the Queen could have this kind of effect on her. 

"That, I would have liked to see." The Queen's finger dipped into the furrow of her cleavage. "You know, I considered you for a handmaiden."

More tingles, a quickening of the heart. Lorna took care to veil her expression.

"Really," Lorna said with a voice that dripped with disbelief. 

"Your body, yes," the Queen said as her eyes roved after her, undressing her mentally, "obviously is a masterpiece, but it was your eyes that attracted me. So deep and yet so empty. Crystal caverns leading to darkness. Soulless."

"But?"

"But your beauty was only outmatched by your strength. Anyone can be born beautiful, but strength... power, that's something that is a gift, a true gift. It must be developed, built, earned. A gift that I wanted you to develop. Any pretty fool can learn to service me, but it takes a special person to lead my guards, to protect me. A person like you. You refuse to be beaten, refuse to be bested, and refuse to be second to anyone or anything... save me," the Queen said. "Beautiful AND powerful, you have unlimited potential." 

"My Queen, you are much too kind," Lorna replied. She tried to sound as humble as possible but an undercurrent of knowing arrogance underlined her words. While she was suspicious of the Queen's many compliments and her reasons for giving them, Lorna did not necessarily disagree. 

"Captain, I want you to know that you have my blessing in all things. I have a feeling we will benefit mutually during the many years before us. In fact, to prove my point, I want you to take my slave. Here. Before me," the Queen said. She patted the table with her talon-fingers. 

Lorna glared across the table at the Queen's slave, Henrik. He disgusted her. Clumpy light brown hair, beady green eyes, and a face only a mother or a reptilian queen could love. And yet, she wanted him. Lorna wanted to take him before the Queen, show the Queen exactly how she fucked men, how she owned them, humiliated them, how the men did not own her. She wanted to sheath him with her cunt, milk him, make him cry out in orgasm. Then? Slit his throat, fill her goblet and drink his blood. She shivered. The Queen was right- men were an addiction. 

"He's repulsive," Lorna said, spitting the words across the table at Henrik. 

"When has that ever stopped women like you and me?" the Queen replied. 

"True." 

With those words, Lorna swept an arm across the table, clearing it. The dish of meat crashed to the floor with a metallic clang. Wine splashed. Bread plopped into the red, bleeding puddles from overturned goblets. A flash of something, a storm of anger and desire, crossed Lorna's face, and her blue eyes glittered like sapphires. 




Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 04



Henrik froze in his chair. The Captain looked as ready to kill him as fuck him. She climbed upon the table and came towards him on her hands and knees, like a predatory cat. One corner of her mouth turned up in a sly, crooked smile. 

Yes, she was beautiful- elfin features in a hard face, smooth white skin like fine cream, shimmering blonde hair. She was also insane, Henrik knew. He could see it in her aptly described "soulless" eyes. Henrik had no trouble imagining the Captain sweeping a dagger from her robe and slashing his throat. Perhaps that was precisely what she had in mind. 

And then her face smashed into his, her lips brushing and tightening in a kiss. Henrik's mouth opened in surprise, and Lorna's tongue darted into it, swirled. After a hesitant moment, Henrik returned the kiss. Despite his misgiving about the Captain, he felt a distinct hardening in his pants. Kissing her, he thought he actually might enjoy this unexpected turn of events, and then Lorna bit into his lower lip. A flare of pain shot through him. 

Henrik flinched, tasted blood. 

A bright red smear of Henrik's blood colored Lorna's lips as she pulled away; her tongue flicked out to lick them clean. A chill slithered down Henrik's spine, but he could not deny the Captain's beauty. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, tenting his crotch. He watched as Lorna lay down on the table and spread her legs wide. The Captain pulled up the hem of her robe, revealing a small tangle of blonde hair between her legs and a fold glistening with moisture. 

"Penetrate her, slave," the Queen ordered. 

Henrik stood from his chair, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his trousers to his ankles. Unrestricted, his erect penis sprung up like a wagging fat finger. He looked the Captain over: her robe pulled up to her waist, her muscles of her forelegs and thighs, the curve of her breasts, the unspoken challenge spread across her gorgeous face. 

"Do it," the Captain whispered.

Henrik entered her with a savage thrust, a slap of flesh that rippled the flesh of her thighs and stomach. Lorna clenched her eyes shut and gave a low, guttural grunt. Her hands gripped the sides of the table with white knuckles; her teeth gnashed and ground against one another. Wet claps echoed as skin met skin. Henrik found a suitably brutal pace.

The Queen leaned back in her chair, watching without a word, a wide and toothy grin spreading from ear-to-ear. Her hardened nipples pointed through the thin fabric of her robe. Her yellow eyes took it all in. She didn't blink. 

Lorna's breasts jiggled as Henrik pounded her, and he freed them with a yank of his hand and a rip of cloth. The Captain wrapped her legs around Henrik, locking her ankles behind his head. The harsh look of challenge still lay savage on her face. 

"Take it, you barbaric slut," Henrik grumbled as he rammed his rock hard cock home into Lorna's oily wetness. Her entire body tremored with his thrusts, but still Lorna's expression did not change, daring Henrik to give her more. 

"No," Lorna replied. She reached up and took Henrik by the shoulders. He tried to pull back, and as Lorna sat up, Henrik's cock slipped out of her with a moist plop. She swung him and moved simultaneously, throwing Henrik against the table on his back, to the place where Lorna had been only a moment before. 

"YOU take it," she said and leapt upon him with a snarl. Lorna took him in her hand and dropped down on him with the entire weight of her body. Henrik felt the air rush out of his lungs with a weak gasp and had no time to recover before the Captain was riding him in brutal, frantic fashion. Any harder and she might break his cock off, Henrik realized in a blind panic. 

Stars flashed before his eyes; consciousness swam in and out of focus in a blurry, inky haze. Henrik blinked, tried to catch his breath, could only feel the hammer of his heart in his chest. He saw diamonds, twinkling glimmers of light, and as his eyes adjusted he saw that they were beads of sweat gliding down Lorna's body, between her breasts, trailing wet paths across the muscles of her abdomen. 

The sight of her, the feel of her, everything about her was too much. The way her blue eyes flared with hate and lust; the expression of intense need furrowing her brow and gnashing her teeth; the milking hot tightness of her inside. 

"I can't, I'm gonna..." Henrik gasped.

Lorna looked down on him with a repulsed sneer. 

"Me first," she grunted. She slapped him hard across the face, prolonging the inevitable, and leaned back, her abs stretching taut, her breasts lean and her nipples poking hard. She bucked wildly, thrashing against him, and then her mouth opened in a curt bellowing cry. Her knees dug into Henrik's sides just below his ribs, and Lorna's nails scratched screeching trenches of pain along his chest. Her head flung, sending her hair flying in shimmering whips of blonde from side-to-side. 

Henrik followed suit, feeling the end of his pleasure explode from the depths of his testicles and rush up to an ecstatic eruption of spasming, spurting bliss. He burbled some inaudible expression of joy, banged his head hard against the table, and lost consciousness. The frenzied moment of passion was over. 

The Queen stood up from her chair and gave them a polite round of applause. 

***

They were going to kill him.

The thought emerged as cold, hard fact. There was no questioning of it, no second-guessing. He was but a toy. When the Queen tired of him, she'd get rid of him. Throw him away and find some new amusement. She might even allow Lorna to cut him into pieces as a reward for services rendered. No doubt Lorna would enjoy that.

The hate, the savagery in Lorna's soulless eyes was very real. 

Henrik looked up into the darkened shadows of the tent's canvas. The Queen snored softly on the lush, velvet blankets next to him. Her back rose and fell with deep breaths. He could not call the sleeping receptacle a bed; it was designed more like a nest. A snake's nest, and he was bundled up in the middle of it. A dull kind of dread rose up in Henrik's chest like a waking animal. It stretched and writhed against his insides.

He had hoped that he might be something more to the Queen than a mere object. But this could not be the case. If he meant anything to her, the Queen would not have so arbitrarily offered him to the Captain of the Guard on a whim. 

Zara. She wouldn't have ever betrayed him. She was one of the most courageous people Henrik had ever met. She wouldn't have allowed herself to be tricked into a situation like this one. She would have seen right through the Queen's façade from the start.  

Ah, but it felt so good. An excited fluttering tickled his chest when Henrik thought about how the Queen pleased him, how he pleased her. It was like anything he had ever experienced.

But, on the other hand, how long could this last before the Queen decided enough was enough? She seemed to do as she pleased, and if Henrik failed to please her even once, what was to stop her from killing him? Answer: nothing.

Henrik knew that if he could get to Zara, she would do what she could to protect him. She'd already managed to escape the Queen's minions and Vanitoth, their pet dinosaur-slash-god. If anyone could manage to save him, she could.

And if things didn't go Zara's way, well, he could always turn on her. Claim that he was working for the Queen all along, that he wanted to bring her the prisoners single-handedly. The Queen would believe him after the promises he had made to serve her, to act as her slave. Not that Henrik hoped it would go that way. He didn't want to have to turn on Zara and the others. Not if they could save him. 

But it was always a good idea to have your bases covered. 

~to be continued~ 



Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 05



As night darkened the horizon, the jungle came alive with noise. Insect chirps. Howls. Hoots. Screeching from the tops of the trees. The air was rich with the symphony of the natural world.

Zara thought about what kinds of creatures must be capable of creating such a racket, and an involuntary shudder of disgust trembled through her. She had met more than enough of the planet's indigenous inhabitants; all of them could stay far, far away as far as Zara was concerned and sing their songs from a comfortable (preferably lengthy) distance. 

She brushed a hand through her short auburn hair. It felt greasy and unkempt. She pulled a long strand of it down in front of her face and appraised at it. Snarled, twisted strands capped off with split ends. She stuck out her tongue in disgust. The first thing she wanted to do once she blasted off and got into the more familiar reaches of deep space was treat herself to a nice cleaning ritual on Planet Zest.

Zara sighed, closed her eyes, and imagined the scalding hot water cascading over her, the sudsy, foamy bubbles lathering every available portion of her body below the neck, the smell of soap and water, the sweet rich fragrances of perfume.

"How're you feeling?" the voice of Karh Blade said, interrupting the metal reverie. Zara opened her eyes and twisted around to look where the voice came. She couldn't help thinking what a mess she must seem- greasy hair, greasy face, wearing the same torn and dirty flight suit for the last two days; not that it mattered. Or so she told herself. 

The grime and dirt, however, suited Karh Blade. His rugged features were highlighted by the unshaven bristles along his jaw, the sheen of sweat on his skin, his jet black hair messy and windblown. The splatters of mud and blood accentuated the colors of his tan vest, the dark blue undershirt, and his canvas trousers. He was the kind of man meant for the dredges and ditches of worlds. Cleaning him up would only take away everything about Karh that made him attractive. 

"Lovely," Zara responded, professionally threading tones of her trademark sarcasm through the word. Unable to settle on the features of Karh for long with any sense of comfort, her eyes flicked back to the deep dark depths of the jungle.

"Where's Hunter?" she asked. 

"Asleep."

"Shouldn't you be?"

"Couldn't," Karh said with a deep sigh. He leaned against a tree, regarding Zara with sharp eyes. He had been looking at her the same way since their mutual escape from Vanitoth as though the past dealings between them were all forgotten in the formation of this new but forced friendship. Zara turned her face away from him and frowned. Karh looked at her as though as she was a trophy in a glass case, something to be won and owned. He sorely underestimated her. 

"You look tense," Karh said and approached her with long, confident steps. He walked without making a sound, stealthy even in heavy black boots. "Let me help you with that."

Before Zara could protest, strong hands slipped over her shoulders and fingers pressed down to massage her muscles. Her knees almost buckled from the feeling of relief that washed over her neck and shoulders and down her back in smooth, overwhelming waves. Her protest died on her tongue, and Zara felt her eyes roll back into her head. She'd had massages before, all manner of good and professional massages, but never before had they felt as good as Karh's present one. 

Her head felt light, her mind high on the released stress. 

"Feels... good," she managed. Her head lolled on her neck. Karh's hands rubbed her shoulders, moved down; fingers tickled along Zara's neck, then her clavicle and slid down the deep grove of skin leading into the dip of her shirt. When Karh's hands caressed the slope of her breast and slipped over her nipple, catching it between his thumb and forefinger, Zara gulped air and came back to reality. 

This could not happen. She could not let it happen. 

"What do you think you're doing?" she said. She didn't tear his hand away from her breast, but she stopped Karh Blade with her tone of her voice all the same. He froze, his knuckles holding Zara's hardened nipple in a slight grip. 

"Nothing that you don't want," Karh replied, his voice soft in her ear. Zara felt lightheaded and knew that he was right- she DID want it. But she couldn't let him know that. At the end of the day, he was just a bounty, and she was better than him, better than a moment of physical pleasure and lapse of judgment.

"If you're trying to seduce me," she said and pulled his hand by the wrist out of the front of her shirt, "you're going to have to do better than that." 

In response, Karh wrapped his arms around her waist and forced her back into him. Zara opened her mouth to protest, and then she felt his hands dip into the pants of her flight suit. 

Hands swept lower, warm on her cool skin. 

She struggled, but Karh was strong, stronger than she expected. Nor did Zara struggle as much as she should have, but a part of her wanted this to happen, wanted Karh to overpower her and force his body on her. Into her. 

No, she would stop him before it got that far. Karh had to know that there were some lines not to be crossed, and Zara was not something he could take as he pleased. 

She gasped as his fingers found her, teased her, manipulated heat and moisture out of her, and Zara's struggles turned to a kind of writhing against Karh. She could feel his hard lust straining against the curve of her rump, prodding her through the fabric of their clothes. She fought to maintain her defenses, to not give in and let the desperate need pounding her heart take over and control her. 

His finger slid into her. Zara gritted her teeth and gave a low moan.

Then she slid her blaster out of its holster and moved her arm back, jamming the barrel into Karh Blade's ribs. Karh jerked in response, slowly withdrew his hands and raised them over his head. Zara turned to face him, careful to keep the blaster aimed at Karh's chest. Her flight pants protruded where Karh had unbuckled them and trespassed, but Zara didn't bother fixing them. She wanted Karh to see what he couldn't have, where he had touched but would no longer, how easily she could rebuff his advances.

"Don't take what doesn't belong to you," Zara said. "Always ask."

His voice came soft and hurt: "Can I?"

"Never."

Then a new voice cut through the darkness: "Zara!"

Zara swung towards it, readying her blaster, and said with relief, "Henrik?"

***

Dawn broke orange and yellow across the horizon, casting bright colors through the thick jungle canopy. Dew dripped like fat tears.

Lorna straightened her helmet as she approached the Queen with the bad news. The helmet had once been the head of a fearsome predator, a snake that had proved to be a challenging and formidable foe to the Captain; now it served as a declaration of Lorna's own intimidation. It also helped her remember that luck was almost as an integral component of a champion's arsenal as preparation and strategy. Lorna composed herself as she came to a halting stop before the Queen. 

The Queen's face was a blank, as unreadable as ever, as Lorna spoke.

"There's no sign of your slave. He seems to have disappeared," Lorna said. The Queen's only response was an indifferent blink of her serpentine eyes. Her green scales gleamed in the morning sun. 

Lorna continued with a wary voice, "He may be a liability." 

At this, the Queen's lips creased with an amused smile. 

"My slave's loyalty is ensured. Between the two of us, he has no reason to go back to those heathen harlots from the sky with their impure, colored hair, bony frames, and smooth skin," the Queen said with a chuckle. "Whether he realizes it or not, he will prove to be our enemies' undoing."

"Of course," Lorna said.

"You disagree?" the Queen said, reading the implication in the Captain's tone of voice.

Lorna took a moment of caution, choosing her words with care. It wasn't safe to contradict royalty, no matter what your station and rank in life. The only reason Lorna felt safe to continue was the common bond that the Queen had confided in Lorna the previous evening. She thought back to the Queen's watching eyes as her slave, Henrik the Lazy-Eyed, impaled Lorna with his engorged member, driving into her again and again with deliciously brutal impact. 

"He's not one of us," Lorna replied. "He can't be trusted."

The Queen's smile spread wider, revealing teeth like a steel trap, and she said, "He's a man, Captain. If there's one thing you learn about men, it is their predictability." 

Lorna made no effort to further argue the point. She nodded, bowed low, and said, "I will ready the riders."

***

"It was easier than I expected," Henrik said between swigs from Zara's canteen. "I suppose they thought they had me cowed. I don't know, but I know I'm glad I'm out of there and back with people who are actually people and not lizards."

Zara gave him a smile and a clap on the back. She was glad to have him back, regardless of his immaturity and cowardice and everything about Henrik that annoyed her. Those were the things that made Henrik, well, Henrik, and she had missed him. Especially since he'd be a welcome safeguard against any more advances from Karh Blade. Speaking of which, Blade watched Henrik with suspicious eyes and said nothing. 

Throwing his head back and his arm up, Henrik took another long swallow from Zara's canteen. A dribble of water leaked down the corner of Henrik's mouth. He wiped it away with his sleeve. 

"Glad to have you with us," Zara said and gave Henrik's arm a light squeeze. Hunter nodded her agreement, probably happy just to have another man around to jump. She was already eying Henrik with an expression not unlike a shark regarding a wounded tuna.  

"We should get moving," Karh said, his first words all morning. He had a dagger out and had been using it to clean out the grime underneath his fingernails. Karh sheathed the dagger into a leather scabbard in his belt and stood up, no longer leaning against the tall, palm tree. He was the epitome of anxiousness, hands on hips, an expectant expression on his face.

"Fine by me," Henrik said and handed the canteen back to Zara. As he did so, he leaned forward, gave her a wink and whispered into her ear, "Still bounty?"

Zara nodded. Now the odds were in her favor. 2:1 against Karh, perhaps even 3:1 though she didn't want to have to split the cut three ways and wasn't sure if Hunter Haux would prove trustworthy once they were off the planet and in space. Something about Hunter set Zara's inner alarms ringing. 

Hunter knew more about the planet and its inhabitants than she was telling, Zara was certain.

"Which way?" Zara asked the one-eyed, blue haired mystery. 

Hunter pointed towards the rising sun. The shadows of the jungle canopy hid her face. 

***

Halfway through the day, the riders caught up to them. 

A rumble like thunder and the ground trembled; ferns and leaves shivered, making annoyed shushing noises as if roused from a deep sleep. Hunter and Henrik at once recognized the sound for it was, even before the huffing grunts of the beasts could be heard. Hunter's eye went wide, and her hair swirled as she swung her head back towards the others. A look of pure terror strained her face.

"Quick! This way!" she cried and dashed into a twist of foliage. 

They followed without thinking, pushing obstacles of scratching bushes and ferns and clawing limbs of trees out of their way, heedless of the fresh, raw cuts bleeding on their palms and fingers. Zara stumbled and tripped, watched the ground coming up at her quicker than she could put out her hands to stop it, and then Karh Blade caught her and pulled Zara to her feet. She opened her mouth to thank him, but she saw where she stood and her mouth choked on the words but stayed open in surprised silence. 

Eggs- large, blue-spotted eggs, they thrust up from the ground like shelled cabbages. Zara looked down at her foot and saw that she had tripped over one of them; a bit of slime dripped from her boot where she had cracked it open with her toe. 

"Jupiter's rancid spunk!" Zara cursed in disgust and tried to shake the dripping yellow goop off her foot. 

"What is this place?" Henrik said in an awed voice. He bent over and poked one of the eggs with his index finger. It jiggled ever so slightly in response.

"Looks like Breakfast Central," Karh said, rubbing his hands together. Hunter Haux did not seem to appreciate the sentiment. Her face darkened, and she motioned with her arm for the others to follow. She had pulled back her hair in a tight ponytail, but her bangs were slick with sweat and clung to her forehead in wet, stringy clumps. 

"Come on," Hunter said, her words spiced with urgency. She took care to step around the protruding eggs, and Zara followed suit, Karh and Henrik close behind her. A sense of dread made every step heavy, but Zara wasn't sure why that should be. Why would the field of eggs fill her with such trepidation? 

What kind of creatures might force their way out through the shells and into the light of day...

"The sanctuary is close, where we'll hide," Hunter said, breaking off further thought. "Don't worry, this is sacred ground. They won't follow us here. Too afraid they'll smash the eggs."

A domed concrete building curled out of the ground like the bald pate of a buried giant- the sanctuary, Hunter called it. It didn't particularly look like anything, just a sterile grey overturned bowl. Zara wondered why this building and these eggs would hold any kind of reverence for the Queen and her subordinates. Again Hunter had proved to have intimate knowledge of the Queen, the kind of knowledge that couldn't be written off on Hunter's time hiding out in the secret tunnels of the Queen's palace. 

The building loomed over them as they approached, and Hunter stopped at a rusty metal sliding door and threw it open with a low grunt. It slid with a gritty crunch and shriek of protesting steel. A stink of decay ushered through the door like a withheld burp. Hunter disappeared into the shadowy dark, and after a hesitant pause, Zara followed. 

"Smells like my gramma's dirty underpants," Henrik said with a sharp voice as he entered.

"When and why the stars would you have smelled those?" Karh retorted.

"Quietly," Hunter ordered. Karh and Henrik kept their complaints to low murmurs as they fanned the air in front of their noses. Hunter found a dusty window and wiped it with the sleeve of her uniform, smearing a clean-enough circle to see out the window to the field. 

"We'll stay here for awhile, wait for them to move on," said Hunter.

"Why would they move on? They've tracked us this far, and they're certainly better supplied than us. They'll just wait us out, expect us to run out of food and water first and give up," Karh replied.

"They haven't been tracking us," Hunter said vaguely. She kept her attention on the line of trees outside the field and the large, orange-red beasts moving behind them. The procession of riders moved efficiently and professionally to its destination.

"What?" Karh said with a note of disdain.

"They know where we're going," Henrik said. At his words, Zara felt thin slivers of ice trickle through her veins. The dino-whores were not as barbaric and "technologically retarded" as she had thought. If the Queen knew about the dish, she most likely understood its purpose. Zara's unanswered questions multiplied tenfold, and she had a feeling that Hunter Haux could answer most of them.

***

With mounting dread, they waited.

Henrik had overheard the Queen talking about a dish of some sort, expecting the prisoners to head for it. The key to escaping was the dish. The Queen knew this and wanted to reach the location at the base of the volcano before Zara and the others. Once there, all the Queen and the riders would have to do was wait for their prey to come to them. 

Once he explained all this to Zara and Karh, he saw the hope and color fade from their faces. Hunter, on the other hand, seemed to expect no less. Her one eye held an indifferent glaze, and her face remained expressionless. She seemed bored. 

"So what do we do?" Zara asked when Henrik finished. They stood and sat in a rough semi-circle. She took a moment to examine each of their faces. Only Karh's was totally readable- determined and fierce.

"We have no choice. If this thing's gotta be destroyed, we go destroy it. And if that means taking out some lizard lady and her entourage of blonde bimbos, so be it," Karh said, pounding his fist into a tall dashboard of buttons and levers. Something broke and went flipping end over end through the air, hit the floor and skidded out of sight.

Zara had already taken note of the complex machinery around them. Again, she wondered what this 'sanctuary' really was. She saw no religious icons from any domination of any culture of any planet she knew of, and she knew more than most from her travels. The only things she saw were machine on machine on machine. If anything, the place looked like some kind of experimental lab. The thought was not very comforting. 

"I suggest while we can we get some sleep," Henrik said. The others nodded in relieved agreement. Their joints and minds ached to the point of numbness. 

Karh went over to the window and peered out to the growing darkness. He could see only shadows and the pale white of the eggs glowing like unborn ghosts through them. Something about how they looked jogged his memory.

His first night there. In the Princess Sauria's room. She'd had a similar egg. Karh remembered examining it when the princess walked in, and she had said something. What was it? Ah, yes...

"I'm probably too sentimental, but one should remember her humble beginnings."

***

Henrik found a room off the main hub of the building. While he appreciated having the others around in case of emergency, he needed his privacy. He'd had none since landing on the planet, having every movement watched by the Queen, the Captain, or one of their underlings. He couldn't so much as take a leak without a set of feminine eyes boring holes into him, and sometimes it was hard to get a comfortable stream going under such ruthless evaluation. 

Just as he settled down on what seemed to be some kind of examination table, his privacy was invaded. Typical.

"So you were the Queen's slave?" the voice of Hunter Haux asked from the doorway. She leaned in his frame, one hand on her hip, the other at the side of her head. Her head was cocked in a coy position. 

"Yes."

"How was it?"

Henrik paused before answering.

"Interesting."

Hunter took a few steps into the room. Backlit by the dim light spilling through the door, she was not much more than a slim, curvy silhouette of femininity. Henrik sat up on the examination table, wondering how a fool like him suddenly had women throwing their bodies at him like rotten fruit at a bad actor. 

"Show me how interesting," Hunter cooed. A rustle and her clothes whispered to the floor. 

***

Zara turned the egg shell over in her hands. It felt smooth and hard but fragile as if she applied any pressure it would crumble to pieces. A frown upended the corners of her mouth. Her hazel-yellow eyes examined the markings, the blue spots, the creamy white color. Her brow furrowed. Karh watched her and waited for her response.

"It makes no sense," she said. "Didn't you say that some of them were sisters?"

"Maybe they're all sisters," Karh responded. "Or maybe that's just a term they use for their close friends. Maybe it's a term they use for eggs hatched on the same day or in the same term or on the same patch of field. Who can say? But this is where they come from. I know it."




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Zara thought about the Queen and could imagine her coming out of one of these eggs. But all the others? She handed the broken shell back to Karh. 

"How are they fertilized?" 

Karh rolled his eyes and said, "Do I look like a blazing scientist? Who cares? But if we destroy this field, we can do them some serious damage. Might distract them away from the dish and give us a chance."

"Or," Zara countered, "it might just piss them royally off." 

***

Henrik watched the flesh of Hunter's stomach ripple as he pumped onto her. He held her breasts with his hands, had her legs wrapped around his torso. Her hardened nipples prodded his palms. Every so often, the heel of her foot would prod him with a demanding kick to his lower back.

Shooting, electric tingles crackled through his body.

"Slow," Hunter breathed, her eyes closed, her blue hair splashed over her brow, under her head. Henrik wondered what her story was. Was she just using him because she had spent so many lonely years stowed away in the recesses of the Queen's palace, or were her motivations subtly darker and more manipulative? After experiencing the sexual machinations of the Queen and the way they had held him in her power, Henrik understood the innate power of sex. 

Either way, it didn't matter to him at the moment. He shivered with the feel of her encasing him.

He slid in deeper. She groaned in response. His genitals felt frothy with their juices. He wished it was the Queen under him. Or on him. Yes, the Queen riding him. That was what he wanted. His warrior goddess. 

"Oh, that's so good," Hunter's voice crept through Henrik's fantasy and corrupted it like flesh-eating virus. Her fingernails dug crevasses into the meat of his ass. Her eye rolled into the back of her head. 

Angry, Henrik thrust into her hard, gritting his teeth. Hunter's eyes popped open and filled with tears. Henrik thrust again, wishing for the Queen, wanting the Queen, needing the Queen. What the 'stroids was wrong with him? All he knew was that he wanted the Queen, and the Queen was not the woman under him.

"Where's your tail?" he barked and slapped Hunter hard across the face. 

She cried out and pushed Henrik away, kicking him in the stomach with her feet. Henrik grunted and flopped to the floor, his arms flailing like a wet duck. He hit his head hard against the floor and blacked out. 

The last thought he had was that this would have never happened if he hadn't left the Queen. And Hunter's awed voice, fading as he slipped into unconsciousness: "It worked."

***

The volcano loomed over them, another slumbering god that Lorna hoped would never wake. One hungry god running amok was enough for now. At least there had been no sign of Vanitoth since the rotting crocodile corpse from the previous day. Unfortunately, neither had there been a sign of their prey. Two days had passed, and the riders had seen neither hide nor hair.

And now, to make matters more complicated, the Queen's slave had turned up missing. Despite the Queen's assurances, the Captain was sure that the slave would cause trouble for them. In fact, Lorna hoped he would, so she could be the one to split his head open with her gladius. She visualized the slave's head exploding like a ripe melon, and she smiled.

"Anticipating our victory?" the Queen said, noticing the Captain's expression.

"They will have no chance."

The Queen nodded. Her golden armor twinkled in the coppery light of sunset. She regarded the Captain with serpentine eyes, sliding over the Captain's skintight armor, curving along her body, punctuating taut muscles. She had chosen well, indeed. Once her examination was complete, the Queen placed a large hand capped with talons on the Captain's shoulder.

"You will dine with me again tonight, Captain. And this time, we will enjoy yourselves without the company of men," the Queen purred. 

Lorna's smiled spread wide. Her teeth gleamed in the sunlight and looked almost as sharp as those of her queen.

~to be concluded~



Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 06



As always, Lorna, the Captain of the Guard, awoke with the new dawn. Just as the ridge of morning sun topped the horizon, Lorna's eyes sprung open. She stretched, arching her back, and mewled a yawn. She turned to the figure next to her in bed.

Slow, deep breathing, the heavy rise and fall of a breast. The Queen was still sleeping.

Lora slipped out of bed and not bothering to dress, made her way to the tent flap. Her nude body was statuesque, all sculpted muscles binding an athletic figure. She opened the flap to let in the morning light. The air was cool with moisture; Lorna could taste the dewy humidity in the back of her throat. The camp was quiet and still. The others had not yet stirred out of their sleep with the exception of a few dreary-eyed guards who knew better than to draw Lorna's attention. 

She swept a hand through her long blonde hair and regarded the sun- a crimson wound, raw in the dawn sky. The red sun signaled an ominous portent of things to come. Blood would be spilled this day. The ground would drink its fill. Lorna nodded grimly at the thought and allowed a slight smile to stretch her lips. 

Behind her eyes, she saw buckets of blood splashing red rivers into the thirsty dirt; in her mind, she heard the shrieking cries of the dying and the silent echo of the dead floating like choral notes on the air. 

Lorna smiled because she knew the blood she saw was that of her enemies and not her own. 

***

Karh Blade clenched his eyes shut as he thought about Zara- her smooth skin, her coppery-reddish swish of hair, her athletic but eloquently feminine build. The most vivid image in his mind, however, was her eyes. Her sparkling tiger eyes. 

He imagined her eyes burning into his, her mouth opening to accept his passion, a look of ecstasy etched across her features. He imagined her legs wrapped around him, her slippery warmth inviting him between her smooth thighs, the feel of her nails digging into the meat of his hips.

As he imagined, the pace of his stroking hand increased, and the grip tightened. His breathing quickened; his heart raced. Her eyes, her eyes, her eyes. They were what brought an abrupt end to his mental fantasy as he succumbed to the pressure rising in his boiling testicles and let it overwhelm him. 

A moment later, the swollen purple head of his member erupted with hot jets of ropy jism. He stood in the murky darkness of pre-dawn, surrounded by the mystery eggs of the field in which he and his fellow stranded fools hid. His cock in his hand and his pants around his ankles like some kind of horny kid. His thick man-juice splattered and kicked up grit as it hit the dirt, immediately absorbed upon impact to a kind of gooey mud. Karh milked his cock to the last dribble leaked across his knuckles. 

He sighed as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. He wiped a smudge of splooge from his hand onto the leaf of a lush fern. Karh looked down at the splotch of runny dirt where his cum had splashed and wondered if he'd come back in a year that he'd find an egg growing there. 

Silly thought. By tomorrow, this would all be ash.

He thought about Princess Sauria, the broken shell in her room, his assertion to Zara that the field was a birthplace and perhaps the explanation of how a race of warrior women could come to existence on a planet devoid of men. It all seemed so blasted insane. 

This could have very well been the last orgasm he'd ever have. It should have been at the hands of some buxom space-wench and not his own. He sighed, wished Zara wasn't so stand-up, tight-assed and righteous and maybe a little more slutty. But then she wouldn't be Zara, and he wouldn't want her half as much.

He shrugged, sighed and spat, his saliva mixing with his spilt seed on the ground. As he walked back towards the sanctuary, the sun crested the horizon, and red-orange light washed over the landscape. The field of eggs, scattered like shelled teardrops, was illuminated before him. 

Karh continued towards the sanctuary and kicked an egg hard, smashing it, flinging embryonic fluid across the field.

***

Zara was bent over a console, one hand clenching a fistful of auburn hair, the other arm under her, bicep brushing her breast, forearm against her stomach, the fingers of her hand teasing and rubbing hot pulsing pleasure from her clitoris, moving to slip in and out of the warmth of her vaginal lips. 

In her mind's eye, it wasn't her finger slipping into her but Karh Blade. 

Still bent over the console but Blade behind her, penetrating her gloriously slow and deep, moving in and out, hot and hard and GOOD, so good that it drove her mad with lust and need and want and yes, it was so good that she could feel the building rush of the wind, the door rumbling against its thundering weight, and then it flew open, the door flew open and the wind came rushing in and swept Zara up and up and UP and- 

Her body shivered. Tears leaked from her eyes. She flew. And then, just as suddenly, the wind was gone, and gravity kicked in. The ground was back under her feet too soon and too hard and too real, and the fading waves of orgasm left her gasping and breathless. Zara bit her bottom lip and moved her arm from under her body. It felt numb and heavy like wood. 

She could have let Karh have her, made her own imagination come to life and saved herself the dead weight of her pins-and-needles sleeping arm. But even if she were to die today, she had to maintain everything that she was. And Karh was a bounty. If she were to have him, it would be on her terms, no one else's. Not even fate's. 

As Zara dressed, her mind felt alive, vividly conscious; every movement, every thought as she pulled on the dark blue trousers of her flight suit was specific and aware. Her own mortality hovered over her, like a ghost patiently waiting to be born by Zara's impending death. 

***

"One charge here in the field to start," Karh said, his hands crossed over his chest. 

Hunter Haux nodded and glanced over at Henrik. He looked drugged, heavy circles cut under his eyes, the eyes glazed and dull. He must not have slept well after she had knocked him out. Hunter remembered the sound of his skull connecting with the floor after she had kicked Henrik off of her. Hunter could hardly believe that everything that she had heard about the dino-women (their pheromones, their potential for the military) was all true, evidenced by Henrik and his reaction to Hunter's sexuality the previous night. 

But why had Henrik reacted and not Karh Blade? Was it because Henrik had been with the Queen and Blade had not? Or was there something more to Blade?

"What's on your mind?" Zara asked, breaking Hunter's train of thought. Hunter came back to reality like an infant waking from a nap, mouth working but not forming words. A moment later, one found her.

"What?"

"Looked like you had something on your mind," Zara said. Hunter glanced around and saw the others looking at her, Henrik's eyes narrowed and sly. Hunter wondered what was on his mind, certainly not something complimentary. Karh seemed impatient, an anxious expression rolling on his face, working his jaw. 

"No," Hunter said. She paused and thought of something appropriate to say, "But what are you planning on doing when you have their attention? They're not going to be too happy about you blowing up their potential next generation."

"We ought to make a giant omelet. That way, everybody wins," Henrik snorted. The others ignored him. Henrik frowned, felt the bump at the back of his head and winced. He should have stuck with the Queen. 

"Well, I wish we had more charges, but we should be happy I managed to smuggle three. One for the field, one for the dish, and one for emergency. Our primary defense will come from the blasters. Both Zara and I will have one, and you two will be carrying one on your way to the dish," Karh said, tracing the thin white scar under his chin. It was an unnaturally smooth, winding rise under his finger, and he had slid over half of it before he even realized what he was doing. 

Henrik didn't look encouraged by the statement. The pounding in his head had subsided to a fading thunder, but the pounding in his heart only increased as he considered the potential consequences of the day before him, namely death. 

"Blasters? You haven't seen the things they're riding. They're MONSTERS. Three-horned, shielded, scaled, elephantine monsters," Henrik said. 

Karh shrugged. 

"We'll have our blasters on maximum and conserve our shots. There's nothin' I've ever seen could withstand a laser blast of that intensity. Fill anything with enough holes, it dies."

Zara nodded in tentative agreement and replied, "It'll have to be enough."

She turned to Hunter and asked, "Where's the ship?"

The question had lingered unanswered for long enough. There was a good chance that Hunter might be killed in the battle, and if she died, then any knowledge of the location of the ship would die with her. Hunter probably thought this would guarantee her life, and that the others would be more motivated to protect her. This was a risk Zara was unwilling to take. If Hunter was not forthcoming, they would have to force her to be. 

The only person they could not afford to lose was Zara- the pilot. 

For once, Hunter was forthcoming. Zara felt relieved but disappointed that she wouldn't have the chance to twist Hunter's arm... just a little. It wasn't that she disliked Hunter Haux, but Zara didn't like secrecy. Hunter was hiding something. 

"It's just on the other side of the volcano, at the base. Just into the jungle. You'll see a misshapen, jagged rock. You'll know it because it's blue like my hair. I marked it when we landed, so we wouldn't forget. Once the dish is gone, we can make a run for it."

"Running away," Karh said and grinned. "Now THAT is something I'm good at."

***

Before a battle, the Queen had her handmaidens service her. Today was no different.

With the talons of her hand, the Queen brushed the blonde hair of the one between her legs, sighing as the warm throbs of pleasure swept up her spine and into her mind. The Queen understood that the mind was the source of all pleasure, not the heart. Love was not of the heart but of the mind, a myth the mind created to give mystery and meaning to the universe. The truly enlightened, those like the Queen, had no need of mystery. Reality was just as complicated and much more interesting. 

The Queen was myth given life. 

While the first handmaiden lapped at the honeyed sweetness between the Queen's muscular thighs, a second handmaiden slowly and deftly stroked her tail with nimble fingers and luscious caresses. The Queen loved having her tail stroked. 

The handmaiden flicked the end of the tail with her tongue. The Queen shivered with electric tingles. The sounds of lapping increased as excess moisture dripped from the royal cunt. 

When the ground rumbled under her, the Queen thought it was merely the onset of a spine-shattering orgasm until Lorna rushed into the tent in full armor, her gladius out and anxious to drink the blood of its enemies. 

"They've just set fire to the Shidera's Womb!" Lorna said, her jaw set. A vein pulsed across the top of her forehead. Shidera, the goddess of fertility and birth, her womb was the most sacred place on the planet, and now it was in flames. 

The Queen snarled, so angry that when she brought her thighs together and snapped the neck of the first handmaiden, she didn't notice. 

"KILL THEM ALL!"

***

"So far so good," Karh said. After igniting the charge, the field was alive with flame, but he and Zara had taken cover behind two boulders on the near side of the field, safe from the blaze. Hunter and Henrik were to their backs, making their lumbering journey to the dish on the volcano's side, and the Queen and her cohorts would have to come from their front, through the flames. 

Unfortunately to make it to the ship, they'd all have to go through the field, the flames, and the barbaric horde of dinosaurs and their masters to make it to the ship. Zara thought with the right amount of chaos, they might be able to slip through and make it out alive. But it was a slim hope. 

"Maybe they won't come, maybe they'll wait for the flames to die down, see if they can salvage the..." Zara began, but then the riders broke through the billows of black smoke like harbingers of doom. Zara's breath left her in a ragged choke of awe. 

A word from Zara's Earth history classes flew from her lips: "Triceratropicals!"

It didn't seem right, but it was close enough. She was dimly aware of a cold bead of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, leaving a wet slimy path in its wake. The beasts lumbered like goliaths on trunk-like legs, the riders on them wielding spears and bloodthirsty faces. 

"Remember, conserve your shots. Use the smoke for cover. Confuse them," Karh said, repeating the plan with staccato bursts of sentences.

Zara nodded, twirled her blaster on her trigger finger, caught it barrel-out. Karh looked pale but excited. Zara wondered if she looked the same. A rush of adrenaline surged through her, made her a little dizzy, made her want to reach out and kiss Karh Blade on impulse, and she did.

Karh kissed her back, surprised, but not so much that he didn't take the time to place the palm of his hand against Zara's smooth, beautiful face and after the kiss was broken, say, "Good luck."

Then he was up and she was up, and their blasters were firing. 

***

They didn't have to climb high, but the going was rough, especially with Hunter so anxious to do what she had to do. Her hand kept going to the blaster at her side, brushing the handle, anticipating. Henrik walked in front of her, unaware. He had no idea that she knew.

Knew that the Queen had poisoned him with her sex. 

The experiment had been a success. Too bad that the rest of her original group had been obliterated by the very super soldiers they had hoped to harvest. Imagine the potential of an army of women who could manipulate any men it came across? But who could have known that the experiment would have gotten so out of hand? The entire planet seemed to have responded to the genetic coding in entirely unpredictable ways. 

The Queen had fucked Henrik. This meant that Henrik was now under her spell, proven by his reaction when Hunter had come on to him last night. Henrik would betray Hunter and the others the first chance he got. His allegiance now lay with the Queen.

Hunter thumbed the blaster. She'd kill him before that could happen. 

But she'd wait until the charge was placed. The dish sat in the recess of a cave, sitting on a narrow precipice of rock. At the far end of the cave, a gulf led into the heart of the volcano. She'd blast Henrik and push his body into the gulf. Evidence and body would vanish for good efficiently and effectively. There was no point in telling Karh or Zara about the highly confidential military experiment. Why bother?

A cracked, crumbling tear opened like a sneering sideways mouth in the volcanic rock wall. Hunter stopped Henrik with a hand on his shoulder.

"Here we are," she said.

***

Zara worked her way to the ship, keeping one eye open for a jagged blue rock even as she blasted a shrieking blonde from her saddle with a blazing bolt of red laser. The rider pulled on her reins as she fell, and the "triceratropical" she rode started rolling left- used to taking directional orders in this fashion with its reins- and crashed into a second beast with a surprised roar. The first beast's horns tore a gash of flesh from the second, and they both tumbled into the fire crackling around them. 

Zara twisted and rolled, a spear whistling past her head, whipping through a twirl of her hair. She fired blindly in the direction the spear had come and spun. She had just enough time to see the thrusting horn and duck as the triceratropical missed, grazing Zara's elbow and knocking her sideways. 

She fell to the ground, grass burning her palms as she skidded. She felt the spear that had barely missed her bump against one hand as she came to an awkward stop. She looked up and saw the rider jump from her saddle and hurdle down towards Zara, a dagger out and sharp in the woman's hand. 

Jupiter's balls, she couldn't catch a break!

Zara wasted in no time in grabbing the spear next to her and jabbing it up and into the soft flesh of the flying woman. The woman's eyes went wide as her body weight and gravity forced the spear through her and out her back with a rip of flesh and snap of bone. Zara swung the spear to her side and let it and the shish-ka-bitch it had impaled fall to the ground with a meaty thud. 

She leapt to her feet and started moving through the smoke and potentially towards the ship and salvation when Zara felt the ground tremble under her feet in a new but familiar way. 

Through the black haze, she could just make out the shape of Vanitoth thundering out of the jungle. 

***

Hunter watched Henrik place the charge on the dish. Behind him, she unholstered the blaster strapped to her side and set it to max power. She didn't want to take any chances; she needed Henrik fast and dead. 

"There we are, now if you'll just arm this puppy, we'll be set," Henrik said. He turned, and Hunter raised the blaster to set his face aflame. She wasn't quick enough. Henrik had murderous motivations of his own, and if she had been a second quicker, maybe Hunter would have had him. 

As it was, Henrik's hands went up and fast and around Hunter's neck and squeezed. She tried to turn the gun in her hand, aim it into his ribs, but Henrik had caught her wrist in the crook of his elbow and pinned it between their bodies. A choked gasp burped from Hunter's throat. Henrik's thumbs dug into her windpipe. 

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I just think about the Queen's tail wrapped around me and my cock in her, and I am so not sorry in the least," Henrik said into Hunter's ear, whispering like a lover. Hunter could feel his erection pressing into her thigh. 

She wanted to respond, to tell him that she had known all along, he hadn't really gotten the best of her, if she'd just been quicker, hadn't waited for Henrik to turn around so she wouldn't have to shoot him in the back and then turtle-shell-shaped fireworks flamed in her eyes and her tongue lolled and her body shuddered and she remembered all those things that had made her life good and they ran through her mind like water through fingers and-

And when Hunter's eye rolled into the back of her head, Henrik was sure she was dead.

***

Zara moved through the smoke, forsaking any notion of stealth now that Vanitoth had caught the scent of prey. She heard its roar and the booming impacts of its feet crashing against the ground as it charged blindly after its potential meal. Zara struggled to keep her balance as the ground quaked beneath her. 

A rider appeared at her left, splitting the murky haze with an upraised spear. Zara dodged as the weapon bore down on her in an attempt to penetrate her skull. The tip of the spear caught a slice of Zara's cheek as she twisted away, and pain scorched her face as she tumbled to the ground. 

The rider brought her beast around and gripped her spear, adjusting it in her hand, preparing a killing strike now that Zara lay vulnerable on the ground. But Vanitoth's snout roared through a billow of smoke and plucked the rider from her perch before the strike could be made. 

Zara saw feet kicking between Vanitoth's massive teeth, and then she was up and running. She'd never thought she'd be happy to see the likes of Vanitoth, but this came close. 

She caught something in the corner of her eye, something that didn't fit- a piece of sky broken and fallen and jutting up from the ground instead of hanging in the air where it belonged. No- not sky- but blue like sky, blue like Hunter's hair: a colored boulder. The marker for Hunter's ship. 




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Zara swerved towards it and dashed into the jungle. 

***

Karh Blade took his time to aim his blaster, using the sight at the end of the barrel before squeezing the trigger and watching his laser slice through a beast's armor plating to burn a mortal hole through the head of its rider, an orange flame licking up from the wound. The rider jerked back in her saddle and flapped to the ground like a rag doll tossed by a spoiled child. 

Karh kept moving, his feet churning under him, kicking up dirt, keeping mobile. The smoke masked his steps, but he figured it would not be enough to keep him alive. 

Karh turned and draw a bead on his next target. His movements were smooth and composed. He squeezed the trigger of his blaster. A rider fell. He turned, found a third target. Fired. Down went the rider. He felt his heart speed up a bit in his chest, a hiccupping tha-thump. Karh took a long breath and then exhaled, regulated his pulse. Even as he did this he took down a fourth target. 

Then he saw Lorna, and a second later, she saw him. Her gladius flashed in her hand, the fiery inferno around them reflected on its blade like hell's fire on a hilt. Karh inhaled, brought his blaster to bear. Sighted. Lorna's blonde-framed face (adorned in a helmet made of the hollowed head of a giant viper, yikes) beyond the barrel, ripe for the plucking. Karh steadied his aim. Exhaled. Squeezed the trigger. 

The laser erupted from his blaster and zapped straight and true. Lorna reflected it with the blade of her gladius. The beam flew harmlessly into the smoke. Karh Blade felt his heart speed up, and his blood run cold. His head could not slow down to regulate his heart rate, not this time. No one could possibly have the reflexes to deflect a laser. No one.

And yet, Lorna had. 

Her monster bore down on him. Karh rolled, the horned snout of the beast nearly ramming through him, but it missed. Karh pulled out his dagger, thrust it into the beast's head. The blade shattered, the beast protected by its thick scales and armored plating. It turned and barked, hot breaths smelling of old rotting grass. Karh aimed his blaster and fired up into its head; laser sizzled a hole through its bellowing mouth and up into the thing's brain pan. If the beast had a brain the size of a pea, it was now a very burnt, split pea. 

The monster collapsed with a gurgling grunt. As it fell, Lorna leapt from the saddle, her gladius swooping down in Karh's direction. He twisted and felt a screeching pain explode in his shoulder as the blade of Lorna's gladius ate a hunk of flesh. 

Lorna landed on her feet. Karh stumbled to his knees. Blood dripped from the gladius.

Karh glanced at his shoulder, just a flesh wound. He got to his feet. The Captain of the Guard regarded him with a sneer of disdain and spat into the ground between Karh's boots. It was hard to believe this woman had shared her bed with him only a few days before. 

"No kiss hello?" Karh said dryly. 

Lorna snarled and came at him, the gladius high and red and hungry for death. 

***

Hunter's lifeless eye stared up at him, glazed with death. 

Like a crooked, gaped mouth in the rock floor, the crevice smelt of sulfur- a burning, churning gulf of darkness. As Henrik forced the body through the crack, he visualized Hunter's corpse falling like a dying star from heaven and landing in a river, the burbling magma guts of the sleepy volcano. There, the corpse would be incinerated and burn to nothing. Ashes to ashes. 

Henrik smiled. It was a happy thought, one he wished he could share with the Queen.

Not until the body began to slide through the crevice of its own accord to tumble backwards into the dark of the void, did Henrik notice the charge, the third and final charge, clipped to Hunter's belt in case the other proved to be a dud. He reached for it, reached to keep the corpse from falling, but with a crunch of grit and a whisper of shifting dust, it was gone, swallowed by the abyss. 

Now Henrik imagined what would happen when the charge went off in the heart of a slumbering god. 

"Oops," he said and took a step back. 

He turned and ran, and a moment later, the world exploded behind him. 

***

Lorna's gladius swiped, and Karh jumped back, dodging, cloth from his shirt and vest tearing and flapping as the blade sliced through them. 

"You will not get the better of me again, man" Lorna said, spitting the last word as a vile insult. "I will paint my blade red with your blood."

"You should pick up finger-painting instead. Much less painful," Karh said and brought his blaster up in a flash and fired, but the shot went wild, missing Lorna's head by several inches, as Lorna charged him, the blast cutting nothing but a futile hole into the smoke. 

He steadied his aim and went to fire again, but the gladius was already coming down, cutting the barrel of the blaster. The laser exploded in Karh's hand, throwing both Karh and Lorna upon their backs. Air blew out of their lungs. Consciousness swirled. 

Peering up into the smoky brown haze of sky, Karh groaned, "By the way, I love your helmet. Does it come in cobra?" 

He reached out, groping for the fallen gladius. He'd seen it drop from Lorna's hand as she was thrown backward. His fingers brushed the shell of an egg growing out of the field but nothing else. 

"Looking for this?" Lorna's voice asked, and Karh heard a rustle of clothing and movement as she crept to her knees. He glanced towards the voice and saw that Lorna had already found the gladius. Karh, meanwhile, the remains of his shattered blaster lying scattered around him, remained unarmed but for the egg which might as well left him completely unarmed. Lorna glared down over his prone body and sneered. She moved so that her knees were to either side of Karh's hips. 

"This is for escaping me in the arena."

Lorna brought the hilt of the gladius into his face. Karh grunted, saw stars, heard a crunch, felt a few teeth go loose in his mouth. The taste of blood like old pennies filled his mouth. 

"This is for fucking me."

Again, pain exploded as Lorna brought the hilt into his face. His nose broke; viscous fluid gushed, a spray of crimson into Lorna's sneer. Something wet and warm trickled into the back of Karh's throat, a mix of mucus and blood. Dizziness twirled his head like a top. 

"And THIS is for besting me with my own dagger, for TOUCHING my dagger."

Karh chuckled, a wet gurgle bubbling out of his mouth. His hand reached for the scabbard at Lorna's waist. He moved like a snake, stealthy and beneath Lorna's notice. Lorna paused, the hilt of the gladius raised over her head like a poised snake, coils tense. 

"You mean this dagger?" Karh murmured, and his hand closed over nothing. The scabbard was empty. Lorna wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, and Karh should have realized it. His hope withered. 

"No," Lorna replied. She held the gladius in one hand and let the other creep into the cleavage of her green-scaled armor to slip out the diamond-studded dagger. Karh groaned.

"I mean this dagger!" Lorna cried and drove it hilt-deep into Karh Blade's shoulder. Electric, throbbing pain screeched, vibrated through his bones. Despite his reputation of calm cool-headedness, Karh couldn't help but scream. Lorna grinned, her teeth bared, spittle dripping from her lips. She looked not unlike a rabid dog. 

"Any last words, man from the sky, Karh Blade?" 

Gathering himself, pushing the pain to a dark cell in the back of his mind and locking it in, Karh said in a low, weak voice, "Just good luck."

"What?"

"You're right," he coughed, spat blood. "Some people think saying 'good luck' is bad luck, so I'll just say..."

Lorna paused. Karh smiled a bloody clown's smile, red-painted lips on pale white skin. 

"... break an egg."

His hand came up and crushed the egg against Lorna's face. It exploded over her beautiful, tortured features. She gagged and clenched her eyes shut. Yellow, runny slop oozed down her face, sunny-side up. Karh bolted to a sitting position, grabbed Lorna's wrists and swung them in on themselves. He thrust Lorna's arms in, his hands over her hands, forcing the gladius in and through Lorna's stomach. 

Lorna opened her mouth to speak but only blood came, no words. 

"Give your sister my regards," Karh said and pulled out the gladius. Crimson guts spurted from the wound, splashed to the dirt, and Lorna, the Captain of the Guards, fell dead. 

Karh figured the worst had passed, and then the top blew off the volcano. 

***

Zara had lost Vanitoth and thought she'd managed to even lose herself when the shape of a ship loomed out of the jungle like a mirage. She didn't become convinced the ship wasn't a hallucination until she placed her hands on its hard metal hull and felt it cool and smooth under her palms. 

"I knew you'd come," the Queen said as she stepped out of the jungle. "I've been waiting." 

Zara turned to face her. The Queen wore shiny gold armor, a large horned helmet, and held a trident in one hand, her talons gripping the long pole like vices. The Queen looked deadly and angry; her tail thumped the ground, splattering specks of mud. 

"You've caused me great agony," the Queen said. She struck the trident against the ground. Blue electricity sparked to life between its tri-spear tips, bolts snap-crackle-popping. 

"Sorry about that," Zara croaked. Her hand squeezed the handle of the blaster of her side. Her face felt warm and wet with blood. Motionless, the Queen glared at her.

"I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be the source of much trouble. My instincts knew that you must die."

The Queen flicked the trident, and the electric bolts crackled like lightening and shot at Zara. Anticipating the move, Zara threw herself to the ground, withdrew her blaster and fired with a single, flawless movement.

The bolts missed Zara, zapping into the side of the ship and bouncing off into a nearby tree. An unlucky monkey fell dead from the branches, its fur smoking. Zara's laser, on the other hand, did not miss the Queen, but it was far from productive. The beam merely struck her helmet and sheared the horn. It clattered down the Queen's gold armor and stuck upside-down in a splash of mud. 

The Queen moved in a flash, bringing her trident up to bear down on Zara, and Zara rolled just as the trident crashed into the ground, zapping ants and worms. The trident also happened to snatch the blaster out of Zara's hand and smash it into about a billion useless pieces. The pieces flickered with energy before melting. 

Zara grabbed the broken horn of the Queen's helmet as she spun up to her feet and thrust it, sinking the ivory tip into the thin scales of the Queen's throat. 

"Should have listened to your instincts," Zara said and twisted the horn through flesh and out of the back of the Queen's neck. Something snapped and crunched inside the Queen's throat, and she burbled her last words: "My children..."

A rumble in the ground trembled beneath Zara's feet, and the volcano exploded at her back. Zara turned and saw the boiling lava and the cloud of rock and dust belching out the top of the dormant god. 'VOLCANTOR,' that's what the women should call this one, Zara thought and wondered if she was far off the mark.

"I think your children are all going to die," she said, but the Queen had already passed to a place where Zara's words could not follow. Zara relinquished her grip of the splintered horn, and the Queen collapsed in a heap of lifeless coils: another dead snake. 

***

Henrik, charred and smoking, worked his way down the volcano. Every part of his body felt scorched, and for the most part, they were. His clothes were not but flaming scraps melted into his skin. But he was alive and moving.

He could see nothing but smoke, and in a moment, the debris from the volcano and the mix of its deadly gases and tumbling rock would wash over him and annihilate everything if he could not make it to the ship. 

Zara would save him; she always had.

She was not the Queen, but the Queen would be dead soon. All life on this planet would be dead soon. Henrik valued life more than the Queen; at least that part of him was still his own: the will to live. 

The ground flattened out under his feet, and Henrik knew that he had made it to the field. He was halfway home. He broke out into a weak trot, the best he could manage under the circumstances.

It came out of the smoke. 

Henrik skidded to an abrupt stop. Then he pissed his pants, steam whisking up where the urine splashed his thighs. 

Still looking for prey, Vanitoth regarded the crispy flesh man in front of it with desperate, hungry eyes. Vanitoth was confused, not understanding what was happening around it but disturbed by the situation all the same. The surface of the planet was rumbling, and perhaps Vanitoth knew at some level that today was the end of its world.

What better way to make the end go a little more smoothly than with a snack?

Henrik had no chance. He looked up at the teeth coming down at him and froze. He watched as they clamped down, sinking as deep into his torso as they could go before meeting up with more teeth and ripping Henrik in half. Inside the mouth, it was dark, and it was painful. Henrik screamed, the upper half of him still alive long enough to feel the slimy sides of Vanitoth's throat as it swallowed, and Henrik went down and down and down... 

***

At the controls, Zara finished her pre-flight preps when she heard something shift behind her. Her mind flashed to the Queen, zombified, trident in hand, and Zara twisted in her seat and brought her blaster to bear.

"Sorry, I left my ticket in my other pants," Karh said.

"Karh!" Zara said, unbuckled her harness and helped him into the seat next to her. "You look like hell."

"Feel like it, too. And it's going to be a lot worse lest you get us off this heap."

"Hunter and Henrik..."

"Think they actually made it?"

Zara paused. "I hate to say it, but you're right. Strap in."

Moments later, they were off the ground. A few moments after that, they were in space. They didn't look back until the planet was nothing but a blue speck in the holographic virtua-window behind them. 

***

Once a suitable course was set, Zara flicked the controls to auto-pilot and set about bandaging up Karh Blade. The ship contained a small med station, and Zara led Karh by the arm to the metal observation table within the room. 

A nasty looking wound in his shoulder: Zara cleaned it out with a sterilization tube and wrapped Karh's shoulder with gauze. A couple of scratches and flesh wounds: Zara burned them closed with laser stitches. The bruises would heal of their own accord. She looked Karh over, examining her work. 

"Between the bandages and your pallor, you look like the universe's sexiest mummy. The muscles are your saving grace," Zara said, her eyes flicking over him. 

Karh's eyes, meanwhile, examined those of Zara, and he said, "You know you have a tiger's eyes. Kinda yellow-green-gold. Incredible. Gorgeous."

"Officially they're hazel."

"Yellow-green-gold."

"That's not even a color. That's a tragic mix resulting in puke-ish murk."

"Zara, I..."

She stopped him with a kiss, her lips brushing over his, her hands coming up to hold his face steady. Karh went rigid- shocked, surprised, and delighted. 

She looked deep into his eyes and said, "Yes, you may."

Karh felt his strength return with sudden swiftness. He hopped off the observation table, wrapped his arms around Zara and lifted her to where he had just been sitting. 

"I've wanted you for so long," he said. 

"I know."

He peeled her flight suit off, kissing her revealed skin, tasting the salt of sweat, relishing her on his tongue. 

"Delicious," he said.

"Of course."

He inhaled her scent and greedily ran his hands over her skin, needing to be everywhere at once, feel every part of her. 

Karh kissed her cheek softly, kissed the wound there clean. 

"Beautiful," he said.

"Duh."

Zara closed her eyes and allowed her body to give in to Karh. She had wanted him, and with no one around to know what was happening, she could have him without worrying about damage to her credibility. There was no future with a man like Karh Blade; there was only the moment, the now. She planned on enjoying the moment while it lasted. 

His tongue lashed her nipples, and Zara sighed. She ran her fingers through the twists of his hair. It was dry, still dusty from the battle, still smelling of smoke and sweat. Zara felt his hands caressing the small of her back, his mouth moving lower over his stomach.

She stretched her legs straight and lifted her bottom up, shifting her weight to her hands, when Karh peeled off her pants, pulling them over her long, lean legs. His head dipped down, tongue flickering on her calves, on her inner thigh.

"You tease," she sighed.

Shivers tingled Zara's spine as he edged closer and closer, teasing her with his lips, with the nimble fingers exploring the curves of her legs. And then he found her, lips closing over her clitoris, finger slipping into her warmth, and Zara gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and soared-

-deep, unfathomable space. Stars on stars, a congregation of diamonds against a backdrop of black ink. Zara flew through them, bathed in the ink, wore the diamonds, a necklace of nebula around her neck-

She opened an eye, peeked, came back to reality, still soaring but now back on the observation table, cold metal under her rump, Karh's face between her thighs, his lips and fingers wet with sticky moisture. It was not deep, unfathomable space, but it wasn't so bad for reality. She could stick around her awhile and enjoy herself. 

"I want you," Karh said, looking up at her.

Zara had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Karh Blade at that moment, the threat of death receding behind them but still as fresh as wet drops of rain on their shoulders after passing through a downpour. Zara's nipples were so hard they hurt; a pleasant but needy throb pulsed in the pit of her stomach and ached in her pussy. 

"Take me."

Karh stood up and unbuckled his pants. They dropped around his ankles as his penis sprung up, full and large and hard; Karh's balls probably ached as much as anything in Zara's body, their need to release as dire as Zara's. 

She wrapped her ankles around Karh, heels digging into the top of his buttocks, and she pulled him close to her and then into her, Karh taking his time, careful to be gentle. Their battered and bruised bodies probably could enjoy nothing but the gentlest, sweetest pleasures. This probably worked to Zara's advantage. In any other circumstance, she imagined Karh would prefer to be brutal. It catered to his macho reputation.

As he entered her, Zara sighed and saw stars. They filled her. 

The stars, the diamonds, were in her eyes, blinding her with their beauty, overwhelming her. Karh had barely managed any kind of movement, and Zara already felt herself peaking, thrown into the diamonds, bathing in their light, glowing, burning, exploding within her, the stars everywhere, in and outside of her, glorious and brilliant. 

She felt as though she were going blind and could see everything at the same time, and when Karh saw the expression on her face, he became concerned that he was hurting her. She was looking right through him and shivering. 

"You ok?" he said. 

"So good," she whispered, her body quivering. "So good. Don't stop. Make me cum again."

Karh bent over and kissed her, moving slowly in and out, in and out. He found a rhythm and built upon it, connecting them, morphing them from individuals into a collective whole. One hand went into her auburn hair and nested there, brushing through, caressing the back of Zara's head. The other gripped a thigh, shapely and smooth, rippling under his palm as he moved slowly in and out, in and out, the repetition the only thing maintaining control, not allowing him to spend, not yet, just focus on moving slowly in and out, in and out. 




Planet of the Dino-whores Ch. 06



It was an awesome thing, Zara thought, to turn off your mind and just feel. 

Too bad it took the death of her gunner and sex with the man she had hunted for the past three years to make it happen. Funny, she thought. Not something she should laugh at but she laughed all the same, happy in the moment as Karh delved into her with his manhood, penetrating Zara to her deepest core. 

As he did so, her thoughts died, and she just felt.

She couldn't even remember changing positions, but when she opened her eyes, there he was, Karh flat on his back on the table, and she was riding him. He held her breasts with his hands, the bandage at his shoulder soaked with blood, his wound torn open sometime during their lovemaking session. Yet Karh did not seem to mind, and Zara did not mind, and the throbbing rod between her thighs filled her to capacity, pulsing heat to her toes, to the end of the hairs on the top of her head. 

And the world swirled, and she was in flying again. Planets waved as she passed; asteroids burst into flame and exploded into millions of fiery sparks. A star approached, a flaming orb of immeasurable energy, growing larger, reaching critical mass, on the verge of scorching all existence, and then Zara was in it, and she was scorching and she was burning and the tips of her fingers were blasting off, flame everywhere, her toes curling up and imploding with snaps of fire. 

Zara's eyes flew open, and she was there, her entire body crackling in orgasm. 

Karh saw her tiger eyes and the fire within them, and his end inevitably came.

"Jupiter's orbiting moon spunk!" Karh cried, and he erupted, liquid warmth spewing from his balls and gluing them together at that moment in time, a moment for eternity.

Eternity was forever, but the moment was not. It passed, and Zara crumpled. Their breaths were ragged and heavy, the breaths of two battered but wiry survivors. Zara slipped off Karh Blade and gathered her flight suit.

Karh took a moment to collect his breath. At first, he didn't even notice the blaster in his side, at least not until he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. He glanced at his wrists, then his ankles. They were bound to the observation table with cuffs made of static energy. 

His eyes went wide and rolled over to glare at Zara.

"You're still a bounty," she said and holstered her blaster, not needing it now that Blade was securely bound. "You're wanted dead or alive, and since I like you so much, you've just been upgraded in my book to alive. Congrats." 

Karh's lips pulled up in a sly smile. He appreciated any woman who could best him. 

"Unbind me, and maybe I'll end up earning my freedom," he said and winked.

Zara put her hands on her hips. She started out the door and flicked the light off behind her. At the last moment, nothing but a dark, curvy silhouette, Zara turned.

"Don't push your luck."

~the end~