0 comments/ 16069 views/ 0 favorites Mor Ch. 01 By: glspade Sunset. Orange sunlight paints the sand beach and the forest and mountains behind it. A hovercat with a shiny metallic sail zips south along the beach a few meters above the sand. Sporadic gunfire erupts from between the trees, causing the hovercat pilot to zig and zag while heading for the cover of the woods. "What the hell is going on?" I thought, as I headed for the trees. "Some ass is trying to kill me, but why?" I pulled the cat up to an open spot in the trees and set down; dropped the sail and leaned the cat up against a tree. I ran up a hundred or so meters toward the shooter and hunkered down in some bushes. I heard him coming and readied my wave gun. Just as he passed me, I pulled the trigger, knocking him off his feet. I leapt forward and hit him square in the chest with another blast, just as he stood up. He was out this time for sure. I had between fifteen minutes and two hours before he regained consciousness and set to removing his weapons, boots, clothing, etc. Removing his helmet revealed rusty, bright orange skin, blood red lips and blood red, close cropped hair. Lo and behold! Upon opening the jacket, I noticed a very definite pair of tits. Pulling down the breeches showed a lack of penis, but more of that blood red hair and blood red lips of a different nature. Completely stripped, she was quite an attractive creature, although it did take a minute to adjust to the very orange skin and bright red hair. Standing there and staring at the prostrate form at my feet, I could not hide my arousal. It had been a long time since seeing another human, let alone female, let alone naked, and I was really starting to feel it. I exposed my already dripping penis and gave it a squeeze. "Since she tried to kill me, she can expect a little pay back, right?" I mused as I removed my pants. Lying on my side behind her, I rubbed the head of my cock on her little rosebud until we were both well lubricated by my precum fluid. Pushing into her, after quite a bit of effort, I felt the little rubbery pop of the head passing her rectum. My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure swept over me. It had certainly been a long time. My balls were aching as I slowly stroked in and out of her ass. I was startled when she started coming to. Surprised even further when she started fucking me back, put a hand on my ass and pulled me deeper into her. Putting my hands on her shoulders and thrusting with all my might, the orgasm was beginning to well up in my loins. I felt fireworks and electricity throughout my body as I shot spurt after spurt of cum in her ass. I lost control of my body, twisting and writhing through my orgasm, all the while she was squeezing my cock with her ass. Trembling, I pulled out of her ass, remembered where I was, and lurched to my feet and aimed my wave gun at her; she did not need to know it was non-lethal. "Why the hell were you shooting at me?" I demanded, a little unsteadily. She rolled onto her back and giving me a sultry glare, "Fuck you." She said "Ok, so that's how it is, huh?" "Fuck…" Blurp went the wave gun and out went her lights. Well, she did fuck me again, though she was not awake to enjoy it. The more I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. At least two meters tall, slim and muscular, she was quite a thing to look at. So yes, I fucked her extremely tight cunt while she was still out; what a fuck that was. Her cunt was much tighter than her ass and took some work to get into, but I finally managed. My orgasm was not as moving and thunderous as before, but good nonetheless. I tied her up and got the hovercat; loading her and her stuff into it before she came back around. "So, now what, tough guy?" Somewhat tauntingly spoken as she sat up on the hovercat. Leveling the wave gun at her chest, "Any more smart ass talk outta you and you're going back to sleep, got it?" She nodded and relaxed her body language a bit. "So now, once again, why shoot at me? I never did anything to you." "For your boat and anything else of value. I was under command from my master, Mol Dett, to hijack any and all vehicles or items of worth. It wasn't personal." She lowered her eyes, saying the last sentence as though she meant it. "Well, no harm done; other than a couple of holes in the sail that'll need fixing soon. Where's Mol Dett now?" "Probably back at the ship." "Where's that?" "A couple thousand meters inland. Just go east until you hit a small river and then turn north." With that, we turned east. The sail's no good in the forest, but the wave thrusters are pretty reliable when there is little or no wind, so we made pretty good time. The ship was easily found on the east bank of the river in a rocky clearing. The hatch was open and the ship empty. I untied her legs and followed her inside. "Do you know how to fly?" She asked. "Yeah, I've flown before, but this bird's a little different. It might take a little bit of time." I turned in time to see a big pale skinned white guy with a big black beard and big head of black hair swing a log at my head. He was successful and I went down like a stone. "Well, Mor, you did bring back some goodies, so I shouldn't punish you too severely." Twisting her arms behind her, extremely painfully, before stripping me brusquely and tying my arms behind my back. A couple of good kicks to the stomach and I was back on the floor. Jerking Mor around and bending her over a console, he pulled out a dick that looked more like a breadstick than anything else, and stuck it up her ass. He pulled out after a couple of strokes and looked down. "Hey! You're already full of cum!" Slapping her in the back of the head, walking over and kicking me a few more times. "Stupid punk, she belongs to me!" Pointing at his nose with his index finger with vigor. He went back to her and fucked for a minute or two and started huffing, puffing, and wheezing. Still pumping, he turned to me and said, "I got something for you, punk." He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at my face. Pulling out of Mor, he walked over and told me to get to my knees, which I did. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and started fucking my mouth. The musky stink of his pubic area was pungent to say the least, but a gun in your face is a very persuasive thing. Grunting like an animal, he came in my mouth, sour, sticky, and nauseating. At that moment, I heard a sharp and loud crack and Mol Dett crumpled to the floor in front of me. Mor had evidently gotten free of her bindings, gotten a gun and shot Mol Dett in the ear. Just like that. Now, this is a pretty weird thing. Think about it. Tied up and beaten up, being face fucked by big hairy stinky pig who just happens to get executed while he's shooting his load in your mouth. Go figure. "Plugh. Hawk, pthuie." I spat out a bunch of goo. So, I looked up at Mor and asked, "So, now what, tough guy?" "My master is dead, so I am free. If I can trust you, I will remove the ropes from your arms and then you can help me dispose of Mol Dett. Can I trust you?" Raising red eyebrows. "Just as long as you don't shoot at me anymore." "It's a deal." Well, true to her word, she set me loose and we tossed Mol Dett in the river and cleaned up the mess. I gave her back her stuff, repaired my sail and started getting ready to go. "What, are you leaving? Where are you going?" "Yeah, I've had enough excitement for one day, I'm gonna keep heading south down the coast." "You know," she sidled up next to me, "as partners, we could be very successful." Coming even closer and looking down into my face. "I am a very skilled companion, trained in the soft arts by old world masters. I am intelligent, highly skilled in combat, and can run from dawn until dusk without rest. I could be a very valuable partner to you. We could benefit each other." "Look, I'm kind of a loner, see? I go where I want to, at my own pace, and do what pleases me. Partnership would just get in the way of that. I mean it sounds great y'know, but I like the freedom I have. It's not you, it's just my thing, ok?" "Stay a couple of days and then decide. You don't have to be anywhere at any certain time, do you?" "Well, I wanted to get to the southern continent by winter, but other than that…" "I didn't think so. I have friends in the south. Good friends. Stay a couple of days and then decide." I was not in a big hurry, that was true. I knew nobody in the South, my gut hurt, and it was dark. "Ok, you got me. I'll give it a day or two, and then we'll see." "Good. I am hungry. I will find some food for us." "Sounds good. Hey, I've got a question for you." "And that is…" "How did you know whether or not Mol Dett would pull the trigger when you shot him?" She sort of looked at her feet and eventually shrugged, "I didn't." Please vote on this story and please send feedback. I would like to know what you think. Thank you, g. Mor Ch. 02 We rejoin Mor, the orange amazon superwoman and our solitary traveling uh, well, ok, let's go ahead and call him a hero, for want of a more precise term, Baldo Rheen. Baldo has suffered some internal bruising at the hands (and feet) of Mol Dett; Mor's (now deceased) former slave master. Mor has set to making a tea of herbs and a poultice from flower buds she had stashed aboard Mol Dett's vessel. Mor looked rather fetching in her undershirt and pants, tending the fire and mixing her concoctions. She turned to me with blackish paste on a big leaf in one hand, and a bowl of steaming liquid in the other. "Here, sip this slowly while I put some of this on your wrists." The tea smelled great, sort of like pine needles, but it was somewhat bitter. The paste, on the other hand, just stunk. "You know," she said, looking me in the eyes, "I don't even know your name." "Baldo," I said between sips, "Baldo Rheen." I watched as her face changed. She went from calm and collected to tight lipped, exploding in a guffaw of laughter after five or so seconds of self-restraint. I let her go off. Actually, she laughed quite beautifully, even while drooling, as she eventually did. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight, as did her teeth. "Ok, what's so funny," I asked when she started to calm down. "Well," sniggering, "In a language I'm familiar with, baldo means 'rat', while reen means literally, well, it means 'shit'." At that, she stood up and leaned on the vessel, laughing and sputtering with the hilarity of my name. "Ha, ha, ha." I got up and teetered toward the river, a little pissed at being laughed at so much. This tea was working on me, I wasn't quite so sure of my feet. Really, I had meant to stomp, but my feet were feeling a little heavy. "Look, I'm sorry," She said, putting her hand on my arm, "But, you can see the joke, right?" Smiling timidly. Looking into her eyes, I realized I needed to lighten up. I smiled back. "I guess so." "You haven't been down south before, have you?" "Well, not yet, no." "I didn't think so. We had better change your name before we head down there, or you're going to be the butt of everybody's joke. I will start calling you Breen. That's the name of a powerful and courageous king from long ago. It has come to be a word for strength. What do you think?" "Well, why not? Names don't really mean that much, right?" "Oh yeah, right, right. Doesn't mean a thing." Her eyes drifted away to the fire, a smirk on her lips. Nice try, I thought. Well, I'll go along with it anyway. Who wants to be known as 'Rat Shit'? That's pretty funny, I thought. I started to giggle and chuckle under my breath. Soon, I was out of control, drooling and stumbling around until I put a bare foot on some hot rocks near the fire. "Ahh! Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Hopping around on one foot, like an idiot. "Here, sit down." Mor set me down on a large rock whilst I continued whimpering. Disappearing into and reemerging from the ship, she put some brown slime on the burn. The pain disappeared immediately. Once again, I was appreciating Mor and her skills. "The tea and salve I gave you are potent, please be careful." "Ok. Sorry. I really didn't mean to…" I felt like I wanted to cry. I started to sob. "Shhh, quiet now. It's alright." She said, tousling my hair, picking me up, and taking me into the ship. Pulling my shirt and pants off, taking care to keep the slime on my foot, she set me on a container and knelt in front of me. Leaning forward, she kissed me gently while her smooth, very long tongue flitted around my mouth. Pushing me back against a console, she descended to my cock and mouthed me. Growing in her mouth, her eyes opened and looked at me. "No wonder my nook hurt after you blasted me. You fucked me again, didn't you?" She looked pissed off. Uh-oh. "Well, it um, uh…" I stammered as my erection deflated. Busted! Shit! "It's ok. How big does it get?" "What?" "How big is it? Your root? Your cock?" She gave it a wiggle. "Not very big." "Not very big." She was definitely mocking me. She descended upon me again. I began to grow in her mouth again. Her tongue and mouth working magic on me; my body began to tingle. Her hand around the base of my cock, she looked up. "Not very big, eh." Again the mocking tone. "That's big." "Really?" I said, looking down. "Really." Down she went. Slowly her lips and tongue teased me. It felt like so much was happening at once, I couldn't help myself. I felt like I was on fire. Both of her hands on the shaft, she was bobbing up and down, stroking with her hands as the head thrust against her throat on the down stroke, popped past her lips on the up. She lifted her head, still stroking. "Come in my mouth." She hissed. "I want your cum". That was all I needed. Swallowing hard as I watched her descend, the fire began to burn again. My balls, my cock, my stomach, all were buzzing. I felt the spasms begin as my orgasm surged forth. Spurts of cum jetted against her throat. She swallowed the first few spurts, but then gagged and raised her head, still pumping. She gave a little cough and watched as I continued to spew forth. "Shit." She muttered as she put her lips back on the head and sucked cum from me. She swallowed until I subsided and grew limp. On last swallow and she said, "Do you always come like that?" Looking suspiciously at me. "Pretty much." I shrugged, still feeling woozy from her medicines and the sucking I just got. "Wow. You've got a huge root and come more than most men piss. Not very big. My ass." "I thought everybody was like that." I said. "No, not at all. I have seen bigger roots, but not many, and I have never swallowed so much cum in my life." Pause. "Well, not at once," Pause. "From one person." Pause. "At a time." Pause "You know…" She trailed off, looking a little embarrassed. She stood up. "I'll find something to wrap your foot. Then I want you to sleep. When you wake, you shouldn't feel any pain." Wrapping my foot in a piece of cloth, she slid a bunk out of a console and helped me into it. "Sleep well." She kissed both my eyelids and walked out of the ship. "Don't worry about a thing, I'll keep watch until you wake." I heard her call as I faded into sleep. Mor Ch. 03 We open at early morning in a stony clearing. A lone figure by the remains of a fire, wisps of smoke and small flames still apparent in the early dawn's light. A figure emerges from an airship a few meters away and sits near the fire. It is Mor, now joined by Breen, until recently known as Baldo Rheen or, in the southern colloquial; "Rat Shit." "So, I trust you slept well." Mor smiled as Breen sat on a nearby rock. "Well, yeah, but I've got a hell of a headache." "Finish your tea, it'll take the edge off. How's your foot?" "Fine, I mean real fine, no pain at all." I was genuinely amazed; it seemed like a hell of a burn last night. "How are you doing? You must be tired." "Well, I have felt fresher, but I can go for days without sleep. I think your wave blaster took something out of me, though. I'll probably take a nap later." She rubbed her eyes. "What would you like to do in the meantime?" "We should hunt, if we're going to head south. It is a good idea to have as much food as we can carry, just in case. What do you think?" She turned to me with those sparkling dark eyes. They looked almost black, even in the light of morning. "You're the boss. You seem to have a lot better idea of what's going on than I do" "Then hunting it is. I have scouted a couple of good trails nearby. We should be able to get a deer or two, maybe an elk. Once the meat's hanging, we'll head down to the beach and get some seaweed, maybe some fish, who knows, maybe even a seal." "Big day." "Well," she said, looking at me with a smirk, "If you're not up to it, I'll go on my own." "Oh, I'll be fine, it's just that I don't really hunt. I usually steal or trade for food, but I'll do my best." My ego a little stepped on by that one, but, well, what can I say? I'm more of a thief and drifter than anything else, and haven't been doing that for all that long. "Then it's settled. Piss on the fire and we'll be on our way before the animals bed down for the day. When you're done with that, get your kite out, it'll make a great vantage point from which to shoot." "It's a hover catamaran, for your information, and it'll hover stationary at five to ten meters depending on what's under it and how much weight it carries. The harder the ground, the higher she hovers." I was rather fond of my cat. Obviously, I didn't like calling it a kite. Children fly kites. "Take it easy, I was only joking. I love it. In fact, I'll love it more riding in it unbound." Beaming a huge smile at me smoothed everything out. Pulling out my 'root', as she called it, I pissed on the fire. What a thing to call it, I thought. Root? Mor lashed a bunch of branches around the deck of the cat for camouflage. She equipped each of us with guns and knives, a saw, some rope, etc., and we were off in no time It actually worked very well. We lashed the cat to a tree on the edge of a meadow and waited. Within 30 minutes, we had killed a couple of big deer. "Now, aim behind the shoulder in the middle of the ribcage. You take the one on the left. Be very still, breathe slow, and even. Are you ready?" "Ready." "Ok, we're going to go 'one, two, three, bang,' just like that, on my count, got it?" "Got it." "Ok. One, two, three." Babang. They dropped almost as one. Mine kicked a couple times and then fell still. Mor turned to me, pulling my face into hers for a lusty kiss. This girl was excited. Chest heaving, eyes dilated, grinning madly. "Good job, partner" Putting a hand on my arm. "Thanks. I had a good coach." After hauling the deer back to camp, cutting them up and putting them in the cooler, we headed for the beach. I raised the sail and took us out over the water. Eventually, we found some fish schooling close enough to shore for us to reach. The cat gets unstable over big waves. Mor tossed in a net and hauled in quite a few good-sized fish. There were many seals, but they were way out where we couldn't reach. We picked up lots of seaweed and headed for camp. By the time we'd cleaned the fish and stored them and the seaweed in the cooler, it was barely midday. Mor came out of the ship with a bottle of soap in her hand. "How about a bath and a swim in the river?" "I thought you'd never ask." The stink of the deer and the fish were getting to me. We walked down to the water and stripped our clothes off. At Mor's cue, we washed our clothes first and then ourselves. Swimming with her was great. She swam like a fish, while I swam like, well, like someone who has no business being in moving water. She taught me a lot that day. Before long, I swam against the current with confidence. I gained enough confidence to be nearly as playful as she. We wrestled, chased each other, raced and dove. A little clarification, here: I wrestled and chased Mor; she dunked and evaded me consistently. She let me catch up with her and helped me in diving. One thing that I can say for us both, we laughed all afternoon. We played like children; like friends of many years. "Let's get some napping in and head out at dark. It'll be much safer to travel under the cover of darkness." She said to me as we donned our clothing. "We can get in four or five hours and then move out." "I think that sounds good. We can pack all of our goods into the ship and lock the door so we can both sleep at the same time. What do you think?" "Yes. I'll arm the prox alarms so we won't have any surprises." And that's exactly what we did. Once all was stowed and the alarms were armed, we pulled out two of the bunks in the cabin and laid down to rest. I looked over at her and marveled at her, her physique, her skill, everything. And she seemed so good-natured on top of it all. The fact that I took advantage of her while she was unconscious was starting to weigh on me. "Mor?" "Yes, Breen." "I want to tell you how sorry I am for abusing you while you were unconscious. It wasn't right." "Breen, for one thing, I would've killed you and taken everything you owned. For another, I was trained from a young age to serve in all capacities as a domestic slave. Third, Mol Dett has owned and used me for at least two years. If I had known your nature back then, or answered the questions, you would not have needed to blast me the second time. I would have done you willingly. I would've done you good." She raised herself to one elbow and looked into my eyes. I believed her. I rose and walked to her bunk and sat next to her. "Let me do something for you. Let me do you good." Tracing her jaw, her neck, and her right breast with my fingers. "Please." I leaned in and bit her lightly on the neck. I took the sound of her sucking air to be approval. I continued to nibble and bite her body, descending to her belly. Opening her pants and pulling them down, I caught the scent of her loins, feeling a great surge in my own loins as I did. Pulling her pants completely off, I set to licking her 'nook'. Taking cues from her vocal sounds, breathing, and pelvic gyrations, I started gently, focusing on her hot spots. Within minutes, she was sopping wet and came in my mouth, squirting tangy fluid into my mouth. Then, a couple minutes later, she came again. Then again, and again. Each orgasm increased the volume of cum she shot into my mouth. After losing count of her orgasms, I kept working her, changing my approach slightly as we went along. Then, she just went nuts, bucking and flopping around. I had to hold on tight to keep from losing her and having her fall on the floor. Slowly she relaxed and then just went limp. "Mor, are you ok?" Shaking her arm. Swallowing with a dry mouth, she said, "Fuck." Another swallow. "Yeah, ok." "Good." I went to the cooler, got a cold bottle of water, and poured some in a bowl. "Here, drink this." Her eyes weren't pointing the same direction. She sat up with a little help and drank. Gulp, gulp, gulp, and it was empty. "You want more?" I said as I was letting her back down. "Later" Blinking her eyes hard, I think she was starting to focus again. Looking at me she reached up, hooked my neck with her hand, and said, "Kiss me." Passionately, she pulled me to her. She thrust her tongue in my mouth and I replied, but it was gentle and slow this time, not like it was last night. Long, deep and tender, that kiss was. It seemed endless, but like all things, it ended. That kiss is one of the most pointed memories I have, to this day. "Sleep, Mor. It's time you went to sleep." I brought the blanket from my bunk and covered her, kissing her cheek. I returned to my bunk and dozed contentedly, dreamlessly. Please vote on this story and please send feedback. I would like to know what you think. Thank you, g. Mor Ch. 04 It is after dark. Mor has donned her pants and begun stowing supplies in their places, letting Breen sleep in the meantime. Turning the cabin lights on, Mor starts to check fasteners on doors and such. Breen awakes and watches her move about the cabin. Mor spies him spying on her… "Well, pilot, so good to have you back." Again, she flashes that smile. "Well, it's nice to be back. Dark out?" "Yes. It has been for some time. Are you ready to fly us out of here?" "Well, I've never been readier." Sitting up and stretching, I was actually very apprehensive about the whole flying thing. I had flown before, but this ship was much more advanced than what I was used to. "Do you know anything about the controls that could save us some time?" I was trying to put it delicately, hoping she wouldn't think I was an ignorant fool, trying not to lose face. By the way, if you haven't figured it by now, that's exactly what I was: a fool. "I was never allowed to witness Mol Dett operating the controls. I was kept bound and hooded during all travel. This will be the first time I will get to sit at the console during flight." "Shit." "What?" "Oh, nothing." "You said 'shit'." "I said 'shit'?" "You said 'shit'." "I said 'shit'." To be honest, I couldn't successfully lie to a tree. "Why did you say 'shit'?" "Mor," sigh, "I have flown before, but this thing is way different from anything I've ever seen before. I'm not sure I can fly it. I'm afraid I don't know what I'm doing. Are you mad?" "Breen, being angry won't get us out of here. We will carefully figure out how to get this ship off the ground and we will travel south." Smiling her reassurance, she continued with hatches. Ok, you big goon, I told myself as I sat at the main control console, you're going to get smart on flying this thing, and you're going to do it fast. A lot of the symbols were foreign to me, but some were familiar. With time, and Mor's encouragement, we got the bird up above the trees and headed in a southern direction. We were doing quite well and I was feeling much more comfortable with the controls. After a couple of hours, I began a little experimentation with the controls. Things were going quite well. Mor mentioned that we were doing just fine and that experimentation might get us into trouble. I passed it off. I flipped a little blue switch. Both of our heads snapped back as the ship kicked into super speed. I don't know how fast it was, but it was fast. After a minute or five, the ship reached top speed and I made my way back to the console and flipped the switch the other way. The impact of my face on the console was excruciating, though I made sure to see if Mor had seen me hit before I winced and tried to suck up the pain. She hadn't seen it, but she didn't need to. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." I whined as I poorly attempted to regain my composure. "Are you all right?" She asked, concerned, and, I noticed, fully recomposed. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." I lied poorly. "Breen?" "Yeah?" "No more buttons." "No more buttons. Right. Do you have any idea where we are?" "No. Let us slow down and find us a place to spend the day. While we are doing that, I will check the maps and try to figure out where we ended up. And let me just say no buttons, I'm unbuckling and do not wish to die bouncing around inside this ship." She quickly unbuckled, grabbed the maps, sat down and buckled up. There was obviously a little doubt in my abilities now. An hour or so later, we recognized a peninsula and group of islands matching one of the maps and decided to camp on the most remote. And, I might proudly add, our approach and landing were eventless but for the slightly hard impact of the actual landing. "You know, Breen, once I get my ass back into joint after that crash landing, I will seriously consider pleasuring you for getting us here in one piece." She kept a straight face for quite a while. When she couldn't stand it any more, she erupted into laughter, unbuckled and came over and sat in my lap. Running her fingers through my hair while tears of laughter still coursed down her cheeks, she kissed my forehead. "Does your ass really hurt?" I asked. "No, of course not. Well, certainly not as much as your face, though my neck is a little sore after the blue button incident." Fresh peals of laughter rung out after that one. In all truth, I did get a little bruised from the landing. I think the chair was a little worn out. In my opinion, it could've used a little reupholstery. "Now do me a favor." She asked when she caught her breath. "Of course." "Very carefully pull us off the beach and into the trees so we're a little better concealed." The trees were kind of sparse, so it'd be easy to get us in there. Mor was absolutely right, we needed whatever cover we could get. You never knew who you might bump into, especially in foreign territory. Shortly, dawn broke and Mor put the deerskins out to dry and suggested we sleep for a while. After arming the proxes, we ate a little and tidied up. We chatted and pulled out our bunks. While I had been fixing the linens on my bunk, Mor had disrobed until she only wore her undershirt. Lying on her right side, head propped up on her arm was what I saw when I turned around and sat on my bunk. Fortunately, before I could think of anything stupid to say, she spoke up. "I don't know about you, but I'm not all that tired. What do you think about some exercise before we lay down?" "Sounds good to me." I said, trying to hide my instantly dry mouth. She hopped up and came over to me, kissing me, putting her left arm around my shoulders, her left foot on the bunk beside me, and her right hand on my cock. Kissing me with an obvious agenda, I warmed up immediately and brought my left hand to her neck, my right to her crotch. She straightened, peeled her shirt off and flung it to the floor. I yanked my clothes off as well. "Sit." She told me, and I did. Stepping up and standing on the bunk, her sex was at a good height for me to tongue. For a minute, she let me, and then squatted down until our now wet genitals were touching. It took a very long time to get my cock inside her. She was tighter than before. I think she had been relaxed by the wave blast the last time I fucked her. Finally, she started sliding down. The look on her face, you should've seen it. Her eyes were half closed and she looked crazed. Starting to bounce, she began to slip and slide on my shaft. She bit my neck hard. "I want to feel you coming. I want to feel your cum inside me." I held her head in both hands and began to buck against her. "Ooh, careful. That's a little too deep." "I'm sorry." I softly kissed her lips and decided to let her do all the moving. "I want you to make me come." I said looking deep into her eyes. She was losing her focus; I could see it. I kept my left hand on her neck and my right arm around her body. She was sliding all the way up to the tip of my cock and down more than half way to the base. The orgasm began to well up in me and I was sweating, panting. I was losing control. "I'm going to come." I managed to pant out. "Come." She moaned back. Then I started to come. "Oh, I feel it, I feel it" She kept repeating. Then, she just said, "Oh." And I felt her cunt squeezing me as the last spasms of my orgasm racked my body and the first spasms of hers racked her. I held on to her tight, feeling her cum start running down my cock and legs, mixing with my own. We kissed, biting each other's lips, gasping for air as her orgasm ran its course. She slowed and relaxed, changing from a squat to putting weight on one knee to keep her from being impaled. As my erection waned, she allowed herself to revert to a squat and descend lower until her ass rested on my thighs. "Come on, stand up with me." I told her. With a little difficulty, we stood and then made our way to the floor. I lay on my back with Mor's completely relaxed body on mine. We rested like this for quite a while. Slowly, Mor started squeezing me again and sliding up and down my shaft until I was hard again. She fucked me until her cum was running down my cock and loins again. My ass was in a puddle of cum. Shortly, she collapsed again and proceeded to snore very lightly. I let her sleep. Please vote on this story and please send feedback. I would like to know what you think. Thank you, g. Mor Ch. 05 Early morning sun shines on the ship as it rests on an island in the tropical seas. Mor and Breen are snoozing on the floor of Mol Dett's ship. Mor has passed out, lying on top of Breen like a big orange frog. Breen on the other hand is alternately picking his nose with his thumb and his ear with his pinky finger, being careful not to wake Mor. The prox alarm sounds... Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Mor snaps up, alert and wary. "The prox!" She shouted, completely unaware of how far my thumb got shoved up my nose when she hopped up. Rolling to my side and ceremoniously extricating my thumb from my nostril, I got to my feet and made my way to Mor. She was at the console looking at a small screen, panning the image from left to right with a joystick. "There it is. It's a wolf." I peeked into the monitor. "That's not a wolf, it's a lizard." It was checking out the deerskins. "Oh. Well, I've never seen one, but that kind of fits the description." Shrugging her shoulders. "Not really. If we ever head back north, I'll show you what a wolf looks like." "Great. But for now, I'm going to kill that thing." She said, picking up a gun and heading for the door. "Are we going to eat it?" "What?" She stopped and looked at me like I was a loony. "You want to eat that thing?" "No, but instead of killing it, why not just give it a wave blast and tie the skins up in a tree? No reason to kill it." "Oh, well, if you um... Yes. Wave blast it and we can move it. When it wakes up, we'll be gone." I grabbed my wave gun and, walking past Mor, strode out. I walked up on him while his back was to me and gave the lizard two good blasts. I'm glad his back was to me, he was really big. He rolled off the boulder Mor had put one of the skins on and came to rest at my feet. I walked back to the ship to get some clothes on and pull out the hovercat. Mor was wiping between her legs with a towel, watching as I came in. "Oh, you're hurt." She said, wiping my nose and face with the cum-soaked towel in her hand. "Hey, hey, hey, that's all wet." "Sorry." I grabbed my shirt and used it to wipe my nose. My nose had bled a bit from my thumb being shoved up in there, but not that much. I put my shirt, pants, and boots on. Mor joined me and we managed to tie up the lizard, especially that mouth. There were an awful lot of very sharp teeth in there. With a substantial effort, we rolled him onto the cat and I activated the wave generators. With only myself on the cat, I could reach over ten meters of altitude. That lizard's weight kept the cat to less than two meters. Still, we were able to take him about a kilometer away and dump him off. Mor cut his bonds and we hopped onto the cat. After taking a tour of the small island, we figured the only thing this island could offer us is solitude. "I suggest we check the maps and ascertain our exact location and get back on course." She spoke. "Sounds good to me. Let's eat first." "Agreed." We ate raw deer meat dipped in salty, spiced vinegar, some spicy vegetables, and a tea that Mor whipped up. Afterwards, we pulled out the maps. I couldn't read the words, though Mor could. She figured that we had come almost due south, nearly two thousand kilometers. Heading east over the mountain range, we would then turn southeast toward lands familiar to her. When the skins were just about dry, we rolled them up and stowed them in the ship. Carefully, I pulled us out of the trees and headed east while gaining altitude. Ten minutes later, we were still in a slow climb, crossing the foot lands of the range. The range was marvelous to look at. Keeping about five hundred meters above the peaks, many mountain villages could be seen, some inhabited, some apparently not. Mountains gave way to great, grassy steppes with herds of animals running ahead of us. Such animals, I had never before seen. The steppes gave way to great valleys filled with expansive forest and divided by rivers. Valleys gave way to coastal lowlands. This was where Mor began to recognize landmarks. "Look, look, look. The serpent's back." She pointed at a ridge that did look like a snake slithering along the ground. "Porta's tears." Pointing at a series of lakes and ponds. "Porta was a star who was cast from the sky by her father. The legend is that Porta stood here and wept until her lover, Gan Ladek, rescued her. Her father, King Thala Kul Dinn, slew them both in his rage. He later threw himself on his sword, suiciding himself in his grief." She scanned the horizon. "Look. Fly there." She said pointing south. "King Thala's sword." She said, as we approached. A single spike of stone stood among some low hills. It stood at least two hundred meters tall, maybe ten in thickness. It was an awesome spectacle, an intriguing myth. "Ok, that way." Pointing south by southwest. "Slow down when you can see a great green river." I followed her direction and waited for further orders, while she intently scanned the terrain. "There! See the fortress on the hill? Go there and land a hundred or so meters from the gate." Which I did. "Now we wait. Kella, a friend of mine, controlled this fortress. He was formerly a slave. His master gave him freedom as he lay dying. He left everything to Kella. Kella had been the brains behind his successes and the love of his life." "What successes?" "Zabot and Kella took the various technologies that they found or traded for, and integrated them, making better machines. Over the years, they developed an empire. Hopefully, that empire still stands and we'll be able to get some help with this ship." Twelve men walked toward the ship, guns leveled. "Gul Thuka warships are not welcome in this compound. You are advised to leave." One of them said, several menacing looking machines rolling through the gate as these words were spoken. "You sit tight. I am going out to talk to them and see if Kella still runs this place. If something happens, don't panic, it'll be fine." Unbuckling and heading for the door. "Wait a minute, those guys are..." "Breen!" She barked with a chopping hand gesture. "Relax. Are you listening?" Sigh. "Yeah." I wasn't feeling too good about this, but I let her go. I watched her walk out to them. She walked up to them like she owned the place. Hands on hips, head held high, she nodded toward the keep. One of them raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke, paused, spoke and paused again. Mor turned and walked back to the ship. "Breen, bring us into Kella's castle, right through the front gate, slowly. He has agreed to help us." She said, sitting down. "You got some balls, crazy lady. I couldn't have done that." "You could've if you knew the lord of the keep." "Maybe, but you didn't know if he was still there." "It has only been three years since I saw Kella. It seemed probable that he was still here." We coasted slowly through the gate and pulled into the courtyard. Most of the people there were my size, except for one. Standing on a balcony overlooking the courtyard was a tall, orange man, wearing a black tunic. As he descended the stairs, his long, blood red hair swung in a braid, hanging over his left breast. He was at least as tall as Mor, substantially thicker in the limbs and wider in the shoulders. "Is he your brother or something?" "Well, sort of. We were raised on the same farm. Schooled and trained together. We come from the same stock, but we are not siblings. Set down and let's get out." I set it down and we exited the ship. Mor loped over to Kella and threw her arms around his neck. They kissed, hugged, and spoke to each other. I took my time getting over there, letting them catch up. I was also a little nervous about this. I had an idea in the back of my head that maybe Mor and Kella were something more than I had been told. Mor could dump me and send me on my way. I mean, I was on the southern continent now. That was where I was headed. Nevertheless, how would I get back north? And what about the feelings of jealousy when she flew into Kella's arms? I really liked the time we shared. I didn't want to lose that. And, most importantly, I was becoming very fond of Mor. Shuffling my feet in the sand, I felt kind of awkward. Mor and Kella faced me. Mor beckoned me to come nearer and Kella extended his hand. I approached and extended my hand in like fashion. Mor pushed my hand down and raised the other, so we each had right hands extended. Kella gripped my wrist and I gripped his in return. "Welcome, Breen. As Mor's friend, you are my friend. As long as you are Mor's friend, my house is open to you. Come, let's go indoors and you can tell me of your travels and how you came to possess a Gul Thuka sprint fighter." With that, we walked inside. "Nothing has changed since when you were here last, Mor. We have been fortunate enough to acquire some choice pieces of hardware, most of which we are now able to replicate. Business has been good and fortune has smiled upon us, though, without Zabot's childlike curiosity and energy, it feels tedious at times." He fell silent for a moment. "Ah, the kitchen. Let us fetch some wine and cheese and go to my apartments." Handing each of us a large bottle of wine, he gathered some cheeses and bread in a large linen. Down the hall and up a flight of stairs, we followed Kella to a lavishly furnished room with low couches and tables all around the room. After dining on the exquisite food and drink, Kella asked me where we got the ship. "Oh," I chimed in, "We traded it for some animal skins." His jaw dropped and he just stared at me. "Well, we threw in a bunch of seashells, too." Still as a stone, he sat until Mor laughed aloud. "Breen is my new master. When my old master was abusing Breen in a rather rude fashion, I was forced to kill him. Thus, we inherited the ship as payment for abuse." That was nice of her to leave out the details. But, 'master'? What the hell is she talking about, I thought, I'm not even my own master, let alone someone else's. We were going to have to talk about this. "So how did this come to be?" Asked Kella. "I was hunting for valuables for my then master, Mol Dett, when I spied a sailboat flying through the air and tried to shoot him down. I thought I had, but he had instead doubled back and laid a trap for me. As I pursued, he caught me unawares and shot me with a wave gun. He stripped me and claimed me, twice. He took me back to the ship, where we had the confrontation I mentioned. We traveled here after a brief rest period." "I see. Something of an adventure, to say the least. I am glad you made your way to my door. It is always a pleasure to see you. Stay as long as you like. Anything you need, you may have." "Well," Mor began, "we could use some help working out the controls of the ship, if you know anything about it." "Certainly, but it will have to wait. I have a couple things that must be attended to before the evening meal. Stay and rest. Have some more wine and I will send someone to get you when it is time for the evening meal. Please excuse me." Mor arose and embraced him. I stood up as Kella turned to me. We gripped wrists, Kella smiling broadly before bowing out. "I am not your master. You're more the boss than I am." I said as soon as Kella was out of the room. "You are my master. You apprehended me while committing a crime. You became my master at that moment. I am your slave." "You are not my slave." "You are wrong, master." "You never called me 'master' before." Shit, I thought, think fast Mr. Rheen. "Look, Mor, you are a free woman. I release you from slavery." I didn't know exactly what the heck I was talking about, but I was hoping I'd say the right thing and she'd say 'oh, ok,' and that'd be that and things would get back to normal. "You can't be serious." "I'm serious, Mor, you are free." "You don't want me." Uh-oh, she was sounding a little hurt. "I do want you. More than ever. I just don't want to own you." "You want me?" I nodded. "And you want me free, too?" Another nod. "Baldo..." She went to her knees and threw her long arms around me, sobbing. She held me tight for quite some time. "Thank you, Baldo." She called me Baldo twice. She hadn't called me that in a couple of days. Was there some significance? Probably not. We sat on the couch in silence for a couple minutes. "Who's up for some celebration wine?" I clinked the glasses together, changing the mood. She was puffy eyed and wet cheeked. "I am." She said, smiling, and reached for a glass. Mor and I finished the wine in silence, cuddling up and taking a nap on the couch. It was still kind of early, but we hadn't slept much and we'd done plenty. Please vote on this story and please send feedback. I would like to know what you think. Thank you, g. Mor Ch. 06 Evening descends on Kella’s compound. Our newly freed heroine and her companion are being roused to dine with Kella… “Yes, I am awake. Tell me, where can I wash?” Mor asked, blinking and stretching. “Behind the red tapestry,” The boy gestured across the room, “you will find all you need. Dinner is expected in an hour. The bells will ring one-quarter hour before. May I bring you refreshment now?” “Yes, please. A pitcher of fresh water.” Mor stood and stretched some more. “And for you, sir?” “Nothing, thank you.” I began to stretch. “Very well.” And off he went. “Come along.” Mor kicked my leg. “We’ve just enough time to wash before the meal.” “You go ahead. I’ll wash my hands and face later.” “I said, time to wash.” She said, pulling me to my feet. “Ok, I’m coming. We’ve got an hour, you know.” “Yes. We have an hour.” This time, emphasizing ‘hour,’ and giving me a raised eyebrow look. “Oooooh. Yes. Let’s wash.” What a thickheaded ass I was. The washroom was huge. To the right, a large stone bath stood in the middle of the room, while beyond was a large shower. Along the left wall were two washbasins and a toilet. In front of those sat a long table with toiletries and accessories such as combs and brushes. On the far wall hung towels and a couple of tunics like Kella and his men wore. Mor tossed her clothes on the table and sat on the toilet with a ‘poot.’ I snickered. “Oh, be quiet. You have an asshole, too.” I snickered again. “How childlike.” “I’m sorry.” I did feel stupid and immature, but it was funny. Maybe because it was so awkward. I opened the valves on the shower and waited until the water heated up, adjusted the temperature and took my clothes off. Mor walked over and got under the streams of water. Watching her scrub her body and stretch in the hot water, I grabbed a bottle of soap and squirted some in my hand. I lathered her back and worked on massaging her muscles as I washed her. She put her hands on the wall to steady herself and leaned there, absorbing the attention. I washed her flanks, under her arms, outer and inner thighs. I put more soap in my hands and washed her crotch. Working my soapy hands and arms back and forth, I paid special attention to her nub. Adding soap, I continued. I felt her asshole tighten and then a jet of hot liquid in my hand as I stroked. As she started coming in my hand, I picked up the pace. Her head drooped and her chest heaved. I put my other arm around her belly, lest she slip or fall. This also allowed me to rub my soapy cock on her leg. Her body relaxed, so I relaxed my attack on her cunt and rubbed her back and side until she brought her head back up. “You ok?” “Yes.” “Here, let me wash your front and then you can go sit down.” I said as I put soap in my hand and washed her neck, shoulders, belly, and the parts of her legs that I missed before. She washed her hair and face and rinsed. When I started to lather myself, she took the soap from me and washed me from head to toe in the front and then the back. She turned me back around and soaped up my cock. She knelt down and washed me real good. Before I knew it, I was there. Mor put her one arm around my back while her other hand worked my soapy cock. Then I came. If she hadn’t held on to me, I would’ve fallen. Washing her body and bringing her through those orgasms made me extremely hot. Her washing me and bringing me off made me delirious. She helped me get down to my knees. Kneeling in the shower, I let the water run over my body while blood starting returning to my head. “Is that the bells?” She whispered, craning her neck and straining to hear. “It is. Let’s get dried off and go eat.” I finished rinsing and we both toweled off and donned our tunics. The water Mor asked for was on the long table. Neither of us saw or heard the attendant return. He waited outside the door for us and led us to the dining room. As we entered, Kella and his two other guests arose from their seats. “Ah, Mor and Breen, please allow me to introduce you to my head engineers, Calto Minn and Rell Davies. Both of which are excited to examine your sprint fighter.” We exchanged wrist shakes and greetings and took our places at the table. Dinner was a variety of wild meats served with vegetables and various sauces, including a salty vinegar sauce just like the one Mor made. We finished with wine, cheeses, and succulent fresh fruits. The conversation was mostly between Mor and Kella. After the delicious meal, we went out to the sprint fighter. God, but that had a great ring to it. Sprint fighter. Yes, that’s right, I am Captain Baldo Rheen, Sprint Fighter Pilot. Off in my fantasy, I totally missed what Calto was trying to tell me. “I’m sorry, could you start over, I didn’t quite get that.” “Sure. I said that this ship has two different propulsion systems. Land and space. For normal land travel, you do not need to store fuel.” “What does it use for fuel? And where do I put it in?” “It uses air. It is automatically induced when in normal travel, and sucked in by the engine when standing idle. The engine automatically separates and pressurizes the oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrogen from the air to liquid form and exhausts the waste gases to atmosphere. In preparation for high speed or space flight, you need to store fuel in tanks. All you need to do is…” Calto went through a series of changes to the control settings. I didn’t get all he said, but I gathered enough to successfully pull it off. I also learned about the blue button I pushed the other day. It was to switch some kind of after burner on and off. What was really helpful was learning that it had a throttling control. Next time, I would activate the burners at 0% throttle and turn it up gradually, thereby saving us from whiplash and disfigurement from bouncing off things. I rubbed the still-sore side of my face through Calto’s explanation. Meanwhile, Kella was going through the ship’s documentation with Mor and Rell. I was going to get a primer after I learned how to read and speak the language. I overheard Kella explaining the use of a camouflage system built into the ship. I missed the tech part, but it seems that a field can be set up around the ship. It has some kind of a harmonic effect on the light being reflected off the ship, so that the ship has no visible edges. It supposedly looks kind of ghostlike and foggy, blending in with what’s behind it. Kella said the effect was similar to a mirage, though substantially more subtle and complex. At night, the ship would be invisible, by day, a mere cloud scudding across the sky at supersonic speeds. The field around the ship also acted to reduce drag on the ship, creating some kind of envelope. Long story short, no bugs on the windshield. After plenty of education, Kella suggested some more wine before bed. He thought we should get lots of rest as we were going to town to visit the great market there. Rell and Calto each embraced Kella before embracing Mor and giving me the wrist. They both retired to bed, saying their goodnights. “Tomorrow, I want to show you something special. When we return from the market, you will see my newest ship. If we can replicate it, it will prove that we have no real competition in this region. This could be a breakthrough that insures our prosperity for years to come. I have all of my best engineers, designers, and mechanics working on the project, headed by Calto and Rell. I am very excited. Let me get some special wine to celebrate.” With a bow, Kella disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Mor turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder. She leaned in and kissed me. Looking me deep in the eyes, her left hand strayed to my cock. “I want you to fuck me.” She said, matter-of-factly, but with intent. Trying to ignore the butterflies in my belly, I croaked, “Oh, really?” Now with a grip on my cock, “Really.” Kella walked in at that moment and stopped. “Should I leave you two alone?” “No, of course not. I only told Breen of my desire to have him fuck me with his fat root.” “You alluded to that earlier. You called him a tripod, if I am not mistaken.” “I did. Look for yourself.” With that, she lifted my tunic and put her mouth to the end of my cock. I stiffened rapidly, even though I was taken aback by the forward and unexpected display. “Indeed, you have quite the root, my friend.” Kella looked as though he really admired it, raised eyebrows and all. Mor stood erect. “I told you.” She said, with a proud air. “I am quite the believer. Let us put that away and enjoy this wine before I feel the need to do something with that, myself.” He walked to the table and set three stout bottles on it, opened one, and poured three glasses. I lowered my tunic and tried to act as though none of this ever happened. “Here, Breen, you look as though a drink would do you well.” Offering me a glass. “Yeah, thanks.” I tossed half the glass in one pull. It was a delicious vintage. We toasted and talked briefly, and then Kella excused himself. “Calto and Rell are likely wondering what keeps me so long. I must to bed before they become upset. Goodnight, my friends. Eat, drink, and be at home. Pleasant dreams” He embraced us both and was gone. Mor and I continued to drink wine until late. We stumbled to the ship with the third bottle of wine and set to kissing and groping each other drunkenly, working hard at keeping our balance. Each of us taking a long pull from the bottle, we then stripped naked. Mor dropped to her knees and sucked on the head of my cock. I stiffened, but only half hard; too much wine. “Lay back.” I told her. As she lay down on the floor, I positioned myself and slid in cautiously. The sensations I felt were amazing, especially considering the wine. I started stroking in and out of her, slowly and gently. Slick and hot, she was, moaning softly with each stroke. As our passion increased, I rested my weight lightly on her body. Stroking and sliding in and out, my cock hardened to its full size as I neared orgasm. I was panting and sweating, trying to maintain control, keeping a slow rhythm. It was a losing battle; I was going to come. “Kiss me while I come.” I managed to say. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, moaning and whimpering as I continued to fuck her, my orgasm building momentum. As I came, she clamped me tightly between her thighs and held me tighter. I could feel her stiffen and begin the spasms of orgasm. Squirting cum in her as she squirted cum on my cock drove me crazy. After our long orgasms subsided, we lay together, unmoving. Almost simultaneously, we both felt the call of nature. Getting up and stumbling outside, we pissed in the sands of the courtyard, laughing back and forth. I went back into the ship, pulled the little mattresses off the bunks, and put them together on the floor, laying our covers over them just as Mor returned. “Come and sleep with me, Mor.” I put out my hand. “Of course.” She said, as she shut the door and stumbled toward me. “Sleep inside me.” She said, between kisses. “Of course.” I replied. We laid down and covered ourselves. Lying on our sides, her back to my belly, Mor reached for my cock and slid me in, squeezing me as she closed her thighs. I pressed my hips against her ass and let out a long sigh. I kissed her shoulder and sighed again. “Sweet dreams.” I said. “To you, as well.” Pushing her back into my chest. We fell asleep immediately. Please vote on this story and please send feedback. I would like to know what you think. Thank you, g.