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Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 01

By: Sharps_



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Author's Note:

I needed to re-structure this series so that's why I took it down for a while. I've added and removed certain scenes as well.

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading. 

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PROLOGUE

The planet of Bale II was a fiery, molten, wretched piece of rock with only one, smog choked city to speak of. And it was on its head. A rebellion of workers had destroyed what little happiness the planet's populace had. Sentient life forms of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets with weapons to bear, killing who they pleased and destroying what they wanted. Angry at their miserable working conditions, they showed no remorse for any of it.

Francine was only eighteen and scared out of her mind. She ran the garbage-ridden streets like a rat in a maze. Volcanos erupted all around the city, showering her with hot rocks and burning dust. 

She was a half-breed - a monster to most people. Her father was some nameless deep space alien fiend and her mother was a brave human warrior who was raped by said fiend. She didn't know her mother very well, after the pregnancy she became quite mentally ill. When little Francine asked the doctors why her mother hated her so much, they said it was because her mom wanted to kill herself rather than give birth to her. 

She tripped on a molten rock in the street and flew face down into a puddle of stagnant water, contaminated run off from all the factories on Bale II. It burned her like acid, but her half-breed skin healed in a matter of moments.

Amid all the destruction, the sounds of gunfire around her, Francine began to sniffle. What kind of life had she lived? The moment she was removed from her unwilling-mother's womb her fate was sealed. 

She looked at her hands. They were the shape of hawk-talons. Her hair was two different colors; one side was long, straight and pink while the other was curly and white. Her teeth were lined with hundreds tiny incisors. She looked at her reflection in the contaminated water before her. She looked at her hands. At her tiny teeth. She was a freak of nature, nothing more.

Footsteps. The workers had found her, and they had rage to spare. The backside of a shovel smacked Francine in the side of the head. She hit the ground, wailing in pain. More workers showed up, kicking her at every angle, bruising her skin and breaking her bones.

"Help me!" she cried in vein.

The sound of laser weaponry blasting through the air muffled her helpless cries. The workers died around her, their flesh burned through and through. Red, green and blue blood all mixed together in the streets like a deathly palate of paint.

Francine's saviors were army men from earth, clad in dark grey trench coats and wielding laser rifles. 

"Are you alright ma'am?" asked one of them.

Francine looked up from the ground. He was tall with long, shiny black hair. His combination cap hung low, covering his brow. He offered the sleeve of his thick overcoat for her to grab onto.

"T-Thank you," Francine squeaked.

"Sir," called on of the soldiers, referring to Francine's protector, "You've been on the front lines for days. This damn rebellion is never going to end; you need to come off the front lines."

Francine found warmth in the man's arms. He returned her hug in kind. If felt so wonderful. There was actually someone in the universe who didn't find her repulsive.

"I can't come off the front lines now," said the man hugging her, "Captain Biankov is still unconscious. There isn't anyone else to lead things down here."

Suddenly, Francine's savior began to stagger. It was fatigue. He didn't even have the energy to hold her anymore.

"Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk, you stay here you're going to collapse. Then what do we do?"

In a desperate bid to prolong Francine's first loving hug, she held onto Merkhail and helped him stand. 

"I'm not giving up my command!" Merkhail bellowed, "If the big shots don't want me here, then they'll have to kick me out themselves!"

"Keep this up and they just might sir!"

Kicked out? No way, thought Francine. No matter who this Merkhail guy was, she made a promise to herself to help him. No matter how long it took.

VOLUME ONE

Civilization hit the space age like it was barely a bump in the road. Once the technology was good enough, everything fell into place for a new era unlike any other. Lieutenant Merkail Denisuk was a pretty young officer when you looked at the others in his class. His gaunt form was well concealed by a long black leather overcoat that screamed aggression. His black hair was always done in a sleek ponytail, something that always made the older soldiers remind him that long ago armies didn't permit long hair. His smile was warm and trusting; unlike his usual tactless personality and his green eyes were the stuff of girl's dreams.

He was too young to remember the days before space travel; he was born looking down on earth from a space station. If only the men and woman on the 2000's could see what kind of future awaited the human race. Space ships, alien planets, it was all a reality now. And so was the danger that came with it all.

Merkhail became an officer just as the rebellion on Bale II had reached high tide. The volcanic wasteland was intended to be a land populated a ruled by the working class, but the brochure proved to be nothing like the real deal. Life became so hard that the workers revolted. To test his mettle, Merkhail was sent there to help suppress it.

The task proved too difficult, he pressed himself to the point of collapse. It was then that his commanders voted to spare his sanity and assign him some more manageable work. He was in route to a cargo frigate known as The Sarapatra to take command of the vessel's security forces. With all the dangers space travel faced, almost every earth ship had a detachment of what were known as Seraphim Soldiers. Merkhail looked forward to meeting them. And the placid life that surely awaited him. #

Merkhail opened a set of automatic doors with his key card and entered The Sarapatra's cramped briefing room. He should have been greeted by the ships usual drab personnel and the Seraphim Soldier detachment assigned to the ship. What he saw was something much, much different.

It was like walking in on a college frat party gone wild. Trash and passed out drunkards chocked the floors. Chairs were overturned. Surrounding the big briefing room table was a gaggle of ship hands still sober enough to stand. And on top of the table...was Merkhail's new command.

Three girls in total. There were two shocks to Merkhail's system. The first was the realization that he was in command of females. The second was what they were doing -- dancing in their underwear. 

The one of the left was the tallest and possibly the oldest; her dark hair swung from side to side as she shook her body around. Her massive jugs bounced about like water balloons, her F-sized bra cups were working overtime trying keep them in place. She wore a mischievous grin that no doubt defined her personality. The crowd seemed to like her the best...probably because she was spinning her red thong panties around on her finger. 

Her pussy was perfectly shaven, smooth enough for the available light to shine off her mons. Her clitoris didn't shrink from all the attention either, no pun intended. 

She threw her thong panties into the crowd. Merkhail caught them without much effort; he was the only one in the room without booze on his reflexes. Written across the tag was the name "Reynami".

The girl in the middle looked nervous enough to wet herself. She was a timid creature with fluffy blonde hair and the long, pointed ears of an elf. Humans called her lind elves because of their ears but they were actually an alien species that had allied themselves with the human race. She looked terrified to be on stage, her snow white legs were shuddering and her knees clicked together. Her face was red as a tomato.

"Take off your panties!" the crowd yelled.

Caving to peer pressure, the elf-girl hooked her fingers into the waist band of her white silken bikini and removed the feminine garment from her legs. A perfectly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair crowned the top of her vulva.

Merkhail caught those as well. Embroiled into the elastic waistband was the name "Leanne."

The last girl hadn't moved an inch since Merkhail arrived, which was quite odd given the situation she was in. She was a short one with a mien of perpetual apathy. Her eyelids hung low across her pupils, giving her a very mellow look. Although she looked old enough to be twenty, Merkhail suspected her bosom to not more than an A cup. Her cat-like eyes blinked at perfect intervals. 

"You next! You next!" shouted the crowd.

She looked at them all and said nothing.

"Your panties! Come on!" someone shouted.

The girl reached down and grabbed her polka-dot boy shorts. Mechanically, she stripped them and re-gained the crowds enthusiasm.

Merkhail snatched those out of the air too when she threw them. Written with perfect lettering on the crotch was "Ania."

"Excuse me!" shouted Merkhail.

No one heard him.

"EXCUSE ME!" He shouted louder.

He didn't get so much as a glance.

Merkhail slammed his fist down on the closest computer, setting off the fire alarms. The sirens roared and the sprinklers blasted water all over the briefing room. It wasn't just the Seraphim Girls who were wet now.

The young lieutenant turned the sirens and sprinklers off once he was satisfied everyone has suffered enough. Now everyone could see him.

"My name is Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk! I'm here to take command of the Seraphim Soldier detachment on this ship!" He pointed to the three girls, "I'll take a wild guess and say that's you three?"

Ania stared at him. Leanne bashfully covered her exposed crotch and turned even redder. Reynami placed a hand on her hip like an arrogant model. All three said nothing.

"...Could you please get dressed?" Merkhail couldn't believe he had to ask. 

#

Lieutenant Denisuk waited for the briefing room to get cleaned up. When it was ready, he entered and tried to pretend the last fifteen minutes never happened.

The three Seraphim Girls -- fully clothed now -- shot him stern stares when he entered. Seraphim Soldiers were just ship sentries but they had a lot of pride. Their uniforms were something else. Each girl had a radio headset and visor. The visor gave them everything from night vision to infrared. They wore tight fitting rubber leotards anchored by belts that forced their breasts outward so much that their nipples could be seen even in the dark. Tracing the supple body of its female wearer, the leotards wrapped around their nether regions like body paint, dipping ever so slightly into the folds of their pouting labia.

"Okay," Merkhail began, "Shall we start over?"

The oldest Seraphim Girl, Reynami, stepped forward. Her hips were tilted ever so slightly like an underwear model preparing to walk down the runway. 

"You were supposed to arrive next week."

"Earth's military owns the fastest ships in the galaxy. Saves a lot of time."

Reynami rolled her eyes like an insolent school girl, "Alright, fine. I'll introduce the girls. I'm Reynami by the way; I'm the most veteran Seraphim Girl on board."

She stabbed a thumb at the short girl beside her, the one with all the personality of an asteroid, "The quiet one is Ania, my second in command. Don't expect her to say more than two words at a time."

As if to confirm this, Ania looked at him, nodded, and kept her lips shut.

Reynami motioned to the shy elf-girl, "That cutie-pie over there is Leanne, she's actually a princess from her planet but her husband bent the rules to make her a Seraphim Soldier."

"What for?"

Leanne fidgeted, "My husband said I needed something to boost my confidence."

Reynami waved to the other crewmen in the room, "You can go now, we've got this."

Everyone exited. Merkhail could feel the analyzing gazes of the crew as they passed him. He couldn't blame them; his rank was, after all, indicated by a grinning silver skull on his breast. 

The young lieutenant straightened out the bright red collar on his black overcoat. "The name is Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk."

"Nice to meet you," said Reynami. "Now that introductions are over, any questions?"

"Yeah, what happened to you last CO?"

With the blandest expression possible, Ania chanted, "Eaten."

"Eaten?!"

"By an alien a few weeks back," Reynami finished.

Leanne covered her face and quaked with fear. "It was so scary!"

"This is just a cargo ship, what happened?"

"The Sarapatra sometimes has to travel through uncharted areas." Reynami explained.

"Dangerous." Ania said.

Merkhail was thankful he brought along his gun. Unlike most soldiers, he was a fan of what were called Shell Guns, old fashioned firearms that relied on a shell containing powder and a bullet. They were much harder to maintain than laser guns but their noise and kick were quite satisfying. 

"That tragedy aside, I look forward to working with you girls," said Merkhail concealing his doubts about the whole thing. "I assume you all have records of your time on The Sarapartra?"

"Yup, hang on," said Reynami.

All three girls drew random pairs of panties from their belts.

"Uh..." said Merkhail dumbly.

Reynami showed Merkhail the ass end of her white low-rise. At first the young lieutenant couldn't believe his eyes. But then Leanne confirmed it, "We each keep our service records on our panties. It's really convenient! I have a cute bikini-cut with my resume on it." 

Awkward silence. 

"...Can you show me to my room now?" Merkhail asked.

#

The Sarapatra was a pretty modern ship which meant the accommodations were nothing like the industrial filth holes he lived in during his army years. Merkhail looked Reynami over head to toe while they meandered the halls. With no bra, her plump breasts swayed with every step. Clear glue sealed the ends of her leotard around her wrists, neck and crotch.

"Reynami? Why does your leotard have glue around the crotch?"

"Oh, all female Seraphim Soldiers have that. It keeps the area around our lady-parts sealed."

Merkhail's head fell to the side like a doll with cut strings. "And we do this because...?"

Reynami tapped her vulva and grinned, "Certain aliens we come across secrete slime that acts like a really strong aphrodisiac. If any of it got up in or business, we'd be cuming like crazy in moments."

The young commander found himself offended, Reynami was discussing her body with him without so much as a blush. He was uncomfortable but the thought of Reynami's sweaty body climaxing again and again covered in slime did have a magical effect on him.

The automatic door to Merkhail's room slid open with a faint hiss followed by a soft clank.

"Here you go." said Reynami all but throwing Merkhail in.

She dashed off.

"Wait!" Merkhail called.

The busty girl obeyed but not without an insubordinate attitude, "What? What?"

"Since you're the most veteran Seraphim Soldier on board I'd like to go over some recent threat assessments with you. I've heard that this particular space route has been getting surprise attacked by unmarked vessels lately. I want to make sure the girls are ready, can you call a meeting?"

"I don't do that," said Reynami abruptly. "Bye now."

She then dashed off like a bored child.

#

Merkhail stepped inside of his quarters. Compared to the rusty, oily matchbox he was used to sleeping in while on active duty, it was a mansion. He had a full sized bed, two windows that opened the room up to the infinity of space, a bathroom, a closet and a food-paste dispenser. There was a glass panel on the wall with a built in computer. It was waiting to obey his every command.

His first two commands for said computer were to open up his bed and turn out the lights. Bright stars outside his window softly illuminated his room in the dark. He undid the silver skull buttons on his greatcoat and let his chest breathe.

In an effort to get a better understand of his situation, Merkhail pulled out a pair of Reynami's panties. He reviewed all the information written on the butt end. For being a veteran Seraphim Soldier, Reynami didn't have a lot of experience. It was like she deliberately avoided responsibility. Now Ania on the other hand was able to fill in every last corner of her panties with adventures. 

Merkhail noticed a stain on the crotch of Ania's unmentionables. He put them down. Was he seriously reading resume's on the backs of panties right now?

"Gah!" Merkhail grabbed his head in pain. His eyes burned and his head throbbed. All he could think about was Bale II, the heat, the screams of dying soldiers and civilians. He remembered the suffering he experienced. He remembered all his friends, he saw them standing around him and asking if he was okay.

"I'm fine!" Merkhail yelled like they were still with him, "I'm still fit for duty! I'm not going insane! I'm not!"

The sounds of roaring volcanos and cracking rifles faded into the quite that was his room. Taking advantage of the break from PTSD, Merkhail curled up into a ball and fell asleep. #

The next morning, Denisuk and the girls went to the on-ship gun range. The lieutenant pouted because the range officer wouldn't let him use his shell gun, the bullets would cut right through the ship. Reynami aimed and fired a pistol so big she had to use her left hand to steady it. Bolts of green light seared the air and melted holes in a plastic target down range. Her groupings were as good as a marksman's.

Ania fired what looked like a shotgun-style laser weapon. Sprinkles of green light peppered her target, melting it into a puddle. 

Leanne couldn't hit anything no matter how hard she tried. She looked panicked; her obsequious personality no doubt detested her poor performance in front of Merkhail.

"Um..." she struggled to place a new fuel tank into the back of her pistol. The process caused her tight leotard to creep into the depths of her butt hole. Merkhail's gaze was drawn to the round ass of a goddess and the pouty, plushy pussy lips of a succubus.

Ania noticed him staring. "Pervert," she said blandly.

Merkhail averted his impure gaze.

"Why were you sent here?" Reynami asked.

The young lieutenant walked up to a stall of his own and pulled out his laser gun. "I didn't do something wrong if that's what you're asking."

"We've never had a guy leader before, I'm just wondering what happened."

Merkhail aimed and fired five rounds. His aim was as bad as Leanne's. He blamed it on the weapon, if he had his shell gun he'd be putting bullets through holes he'd already made. "Are you upset you got a guy for a commander?"

"No."

"Then I'm fine with this set up if you are."

Leanne looked at him with big, blue eyes crowned with long lashes. "Have you ever fought aliens before?"

"No, just pissed off humans. A lot of Earth's colonies are falling into rebellion you know. My last command was on Bale II."

Leanne snapped her fingers, "I know about that rebellion! It started when Earth refused to improve working conditions. It lasted four weeks and killed over three hundred workers."

"Three thousand," said Merkhail angrily.

Leanne put a finger to her mouth, "But the official records said - "

"I don't care what the official records said. It was three thousand." Being a commissioned officer in Earth's ranks had its perks. But given the choice, Merkhail would have been happy living in ignorance rather than knowing the truth all the time." 

"Well, things in space are a lot different." said Reynami.

"What kind of aliens have you run into?"

"Horny kind." Ania blurted.


Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 01



Reynami laughed, "Horny for you Ania. She's just upset because she was raped by this ugly tentacle thing a few days back."

Merkhail wasn't familiar with every alien in the universe but this was quite a shocker. In military school he was well known as a comedian, his facial expressions were hilarious. He found those faces coming back to him.

"Raped? Tentacle thing?"

Leanne covered her crotch and quivered in fear. "Some creatures are programmed to mate with anything female. That's why we've all had to undergo sterilization. We can't fight if we get pregnant."

Reynami fired again. "The thing that got Ania was the last of its species, so you can't blame it for wanting to mate. You should have been there. It was squirting hot spooge into every hole Ania had."

Leanne marked time like a little girl, "Reynami! Don't embarrass Ania like that!" 

"What? She LOVED getting H'd by that thing, why do you think she waited so long to shoot it?"

Merkhail broke down in laughter before he was tortured with another word of this story, "Oh, I get it. Trying to freak me out are you?" 

"Nope, it's true," said Reynami, "This ship runs into the worst of the worse. But we can handle it." She reloaded her laser gun like the bomb shell she had dropped was nothing. "So. What exciting stories do you have for us Lieutenant?"

"You know I'd love to but I've discovered an intense urge to find religion."

"Relax sir, we're just having some fun with you. We're very easy going here, Ania will show you."

Merkhail tried to make a break for the exit but Ania cut him off. God she was strange, when she walked her arms never moved. She unzipped her leotard and flashed her boobs like she was obeying a doctor's orders. They were quite pert and perfectly rounded; her stiff pink buds were at attention like they wanted to be on display. Had she been a little bigger than an A cup, Merkhail would have pinned her to the wall and had her. 

In the most mechanical and bland tone ever, Ania propositioned him, "Baby I want you so bad."

The lieutenant shivered and stepped around her like a pot hole. 

#

Princess Leanne sighed and lamented the hours remaining in her shift. A Seraphim Soldier's work wasn't boring; they had a lot to do even if they were only stationed on a cargo ship. There was drilling, studying, target practice, physical training and regular patrols around the ship.

Leanne was taking a much needed shower during her break. In a little while she'd have to walk the ship to make sure everything was in order. And endure the perverted stares of all the lonely men aboard. Water rolled down her snow white elf skin, curving around her eighteen year old hips. Their bodies were not much different from a human female's, in fact; scientists of her own species were still baffled by the similarities. As a princess and a wife, there was one thing on her body that did separate her from a human female. 

There was a thin, waxing patch covering her vagina marked with her family's crest. It was a pain to have, she had to take it off and apply a new on whenever she needed to pee. Its purpose was to protect her chastity, nothing could break it expect a special solvent which only she had. Thanks to this bit of armor, no alien or man had been able to have her. Except her husband of course. 

Leanne's pleasant shower was interrupted by a siren. The ship was calling everyone to attention. The young princess began to panic; she left the shower and grabbed her gun. Problem was that was all she grabbed.

#

Leanne burst into Merkhail's room almost breaking the door. "Lieutenant! Lieutenant! We're crashing!"

Merkhail was holding a communicator to his ear. He shot her an annoyed glance. "We're not crashing, we just have an unidentified ship approaching."

"Are we under attack?!"

"Not sure yet."

The siren stopped. Merkhail put the communicator down. "You highness?" 

"Yes?"

"You're a princess right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then put some panties on!"

Leanne realized she was still naked from the shower, the light was reflecting off her shiny wet skin.

"Kyaaa!" She ran for cover.

#

Merkhail and the girls all gathered on The Sarapatra's cramped bridge. There was no need for a cargo ship to have a large command center so it barely fit eight people. A large screen showed the image of a rather run down ship approaching at full speed.

"Are they returning our calls?" asked Merkhail.

Reynami's able fingers were typing away on one of the ships computers. "We've sent five, no answer."

"Rude." said Ania bluntly.

"Their ship is more banged up than my first car, were they in a fight?"

"Damage doesn't look consistent with battle."

Merkhail shook a finger at the monitor and ran to another part of the bridge, "See?! See?! This sounds a lot like all the attacks that have been reported around here. They all start like this -- unmarked ship approaching at high speed. Reynami, did you bring the girls up to speed like I asked?"

"You put waaay too much faith in me, sir."

Leanne put a finger to her button mouth and examined a small logo on the side of the mystery vessel. "It looks like another cargo ship." she said.

"What makes you say that?" asked Merkhail.

"I recognize the design from school. See the two moons and the rhombus symbol? That's their logo. I thought this company went out of business though."

Reynami smacked Leanne on her butt, making it jiggle. "That's our smart little princess!"

Some of the computer screens began to light up, the ship was finally returning their call. Leanne went for the communicator but Reynami stopped her.

"Hold it; if they are hostile I don't think they'd be intimidated by your girly voice. Lieutenant, you talk to them."

"My voice is pretty girly too."

"Then change it to sound manly."

Merkhail swung the communicator up to his mouth, "Took y'all long enough to pick up the phone, what're all y'all doin' haulin' so dang fast?"

Leanne pulled on Renyami's leotard. "Reynami! He's having a stroke! Call the doctor!"

"He's not having a stroke he's doing a southern accent. It's a human thing, don't try to understand it."

She certainly didn't.

#

The rickety ship responded and answered all the right questions. The Sarapatra pulled alongside it after a scan revealed no weapons. Princess Leanne volunteered to be the one to make contact despite her new lieutenant's protests. Reynami seemed to think the ship was in trouble. 

Her rubber leotard had crept up her thighs and into her ass crack giving her a terrible wedgie. She was too nervous to fix it. The door to the mystery ship opened up and Leanne readied her laser gun. It was dark inside but her visor had a night vision feature that forced every dark corner to give up its secret. Merkhail was talking to her via her head set.

"Leanne? Be careful in there."

She nodded and slowly walked in. Everything was rusted and garbage was strewn about like the floor was the designated trashcan. 

"N-no one's here." Leanne stammered.

"If you think something's wrong bug out will you?" said Merkhail.

"Yes sir!"

Too late. A big, manly hand covered her mouth and tore off her head set. She struggled but it was like fighting against a boxer. A second man materialized from the darkness and punched her hard in the stomach. Princesses weren't familiar with pain so the blow made her pass out and drop her weapon.

#

The mystery ship detached from The Sarapatra and began to sail away. When Leanne woke up, she was in a dark room surrounded by fat, smelly human men. There were some women with her too, chained to walls and dressed in fetish costumes. 

To her left was a girl dressed like a French Maid performing oral sex on a man she kept referring to as "Master". Her "Master's" dick was glistening with her own spit; her tongue ran up and down the shaft with expert precision. The man grabbed her head and came hard, ropy strands of cum drooped from the poor girl's face. Similar sex acts dotted the rest of the ship. Leanne averted her eyes, this was a cargo ship alright, but women were the cargo.

"Let me go!" Leanne pleaded while kicking like a child.

One of the men was making her give him a tit job. He had her leotard-covered boobs wrapped around his pumping meat stick. His dick head would rush up to her face and then retreat, throbbing like he could blow at any moment. Another man had his phallus tucked under her armpit which he used to help him jack off. Along with the dick shooting between her boobs there was another male appendage flying in the corner of her eye. Dick number three was using her silky blond hair for stimulation. 

The sweet smell of her perfume was being raped just like her body by the smell of all three horny men. The one on her hair cackled, "All women say they want to leave when they get here. You're not going back to your ship honey, say hello to your new home."

Leanne was about to disagree but a fourth man arrived on scene and stuck his penis into her mouth. The taste was God awful, salty and sour.

"You better not bite!" he roared. Leanne obeyed without thinking and compressed her cheeks onto the dick meat, trying to genuinely please him. Maybe if she satisfied them quickly this would end.

"We sell pretty girls like you," the men explained, "And people will pay a lot for a cute elf soldier like you."

A wet tongue began to lick at her pointed ears. It was beyond degrading for any girl to service four dicks at the same time, Leanne felt like she could die of embarrassment. A few degrading minutes later all four dicks erupted with white cream. The one in her boobs splashed her chin, the one in her arm shot like a squirt gun onto the floor and the one in her hair pumped thick globs onto her head, which dripped down her bangs onto her face. The coup de grace was the one in her mouth; it blew so much cum Leanne's cheeks began to bulge. She was bathed in sperm, like territory being marked by dogs. 

She fought against the chains holding her to the wall and spit out the male secretions in her mouth defiantly. One of her attackers pulled her leotard away from her pussy and prepared to rape her, but his big dick couldn't get past the patch protecting her tunnel.

"What the?" he said confused. "This is a problem."

"Yeah, this is all a bust if no one can fuck her."

Leanne rasped. "Ha, ha! Give up perverts!"

One of the men who had been masturbating nearby hit her in the face with a jet of fresh cum, ruining her tough girl persona. 

She was flipped around; the new target was her unprotected ass. "No, not my butt!"

Anal sex was her nightmare, not even her husband was allowed back there. She felt the hot tip of a dick line up, teasing her twitching rim.

"I'm serious! Please don't!"

Too late, Leanne's ass was split wide open, causing her to arch her back and give up a loud, pained scream. After reality set in she focused on relaxing her anus muscles, it was the only way to make things feel better. The man's belly fat slapped against her snow white back, staining it with sweat and filth. Leanne bit her bottom lip and endured it, trying to imagine she was having sex with some hot male model, not a fat, smelly pervert. The screwing picked up speed, making her ass cheeks jiggle every time the man pushed in. Her unelected partner ran his hand along her curvy hips up to her hair, which he pulled back to get a look at her face. Leanne was panting like an animal, her cheeks were bright red and her small tongue hung out her slightly parted mouth. Just like an enema, her quivering rectum was filled with liquid. When the man withdrew, Leanne could feel strings of cum dangling from her twitching butthole, red and engorged with pain. 

"Hold up," one of the men said before round two began, "I have an idea. Do you think the boss could get that patch off her pussy?"

Boss? Leanne shuddered to think what kind of person that'd be. 

#

Merkhail, Reynami and Ania were all on the bridge of The Sarapatra. Reynami was typing away with a scowl that could scare a pit-bull.

"Damn it! They're too fast!"

"Just shoot the bastards already," Merkhail ordered.

"We'd kill Leanne. You want to give her very powerful husband the bad news?"

Merkhail played with his pony tail and thought as fast as he could. In the army the best solution was always the simplest but this wasn't the army. Leanne was a princess and a very important soldier; if any harm came to her he'd rot away in an elfin jail. The young officer's eyes lit up, maybe that was the answer? She was very important and valuable.

"Ania, how many ships are in the area?"

Like a computer she stated, "Three."

"Any of them armed?"

"Two."

Merkhail snapped his fingers. "Alright, send word out to all ships in the area. Princess Leanne has been captured. If someone can save her, she'll reward them with lots of money."

"Are you serious?" asked Reynami, "You can't spend her money!"

Merkhail shrugged, he was sure Leanne would give up her whole kingdom to save herself from what was happening to her.

#

Leanne was led into a spacious room on her captor's ship. It looked like the bridge, it had a set up similar to The Sarapatra. There was a pool in the middle filled with some kind of viscous green goo, translucent and bubbling at the surface. The doors closed and the princess found herself alone. Or so she thought.

She stepped into the slime and shivered, it felt like snot from someone's nose. "Hello?"

The slime clung to her thighs as she trudged forward like a child in her first haunted house. Her bare feet were treading over what felt like cables or electrical wires. Squishy electrical wires. Her eyes shot open when she realized the truth, they were tentacles, not wires! 

In an instant, the appendages shot out and coiled around her limbs. They were purple and armed with little pulsating suckers. One went around her neck while the others wrapped around her limbs. She shuddered; the suckers on each tentacle were like little mouths kissing and sucking on her sensitive skin, the slime they oozed ran down her neck and traveled over her breast flesh very slowly. It gathered around her nipples, whispering at them to stiffen up. Fighting the tentacles was like fighting rubber bands. Leanne was dragged deeper into the slimy water where she saw numerous control panels and screens. Was this the bridge? When she wasn't moving fast enough, the tentacles spanked her bottom.

"I'm going! I'm going!" she said out loud.

The water rippled. A massive alien that could only be described as a giant purple octopus emerged like a sleeping giant. It's purple skin oozed slime and two stalks supported its green, leering eyes. Its expression and manner made it seem like the creature was only emerging to get a look at Leanne. Of course, once it saw her womanly elf curves ensnared within its probing tentacles, it let its urges take over.

"My name is Princess Leanne! Let me go now and my friends won't kill you! Ugh, you stink!"

The creature probably didn't understand speech but it was worth a try. Leanne was embraced in a big hug, "What are you doing? Stop! I..." Her breasts pressed against the monster's blubbery body, "Gross!" 

Her special leotard was designed to block out alien slime like the gunk she was being lathered in but her exposed flesh were tingling. Up close she could see the alien's tiny mouth filled with something that could have been saliva, snot, or a mixture of both. Leanne cringed as the monster covered her angelic face with wet, affectionate kisses. She shut her mouth - no way was she going to French this thing. It licked and sucked her lips, tasting her flavored lipstick. She closed her eyes and whimpered. This couldn't get any grosser.

A tentacle unzipped her leotard and yanked it down to expose her jubilant boobs. Warm tentacles coiled around them and squeezed like they were cow udders, forcing her nipples to new heights. The little suckers under each tentacle gripped and released her tit flesh, leaving soft red kiss marks on her skin. The thing opened its maw and leaned in towards her chest, Leanne jerked her body trying to get away but it only made the tentacles grip her tighter. A wet black tongue slithered out towards her, creeping very slowly towards her nipples which were bouncing around due to her attempts to escape. 

"Oh...ngh... Ah!" Hot breath billowed from Leanne's open mouth; the alien's tongue traced the base of her nipples in small circles. It started out slowly at first but they picked up the pace, moving in faster circles.

"Mmm... Mmm... Ah..." The alien certainly knew its way around a girl's body. Slime dripped down into the rest of her leotard and hit the patch over her treasure. Leanne gasped in horror as she felt it dissolve. No way, this thing's slime was able to remove the patch?

The monster continued its aggressive foreplay. Now that her mouth was open, it could plant slimy kisses on her lips, then run its tongue up her taunt neck. When the rest of her leotard finally fell off she was as naked as a new born. 

The monster's large, pale white prick emerged from the water. Leanne couldn't help but feel intimidated by its size, although her current state of mind made her fantasize about blowing the gross cum stick. Her pussy was warm and wet. Tentacles crawled up her legs like snakes. Her desperate cunt was twitching, longing for something to touch it. Gooey tentacle tips peeled back her clitoral hood. The button beneath got bigger and bigger.

"If you're going to touch it, touch it!" Leanne blurted in frustration. The only thing worse than making out with an alien octopus was being teased by one. Her clit was lightly tapped. It felt so good Leanne forgot to breath. It was tapped again, a little harder this time. Another slimy appendage ran down her naked back all the way to her tail bone then ran back up to her neck. She closed her eyes and prayed that one more tug on her clit would allow her to cum. Sure enough, the next tap her love button got did the trick. 

"Gah! Ha! Ha! Ah!" Leanne threw her head back and came, her legs buckled with fatigue which caused her snatch to suddenly drop onto the alien's penis. It slid easily into her slime covered vagina. Leanne felt it all the way through, she found herself remembering how long it had been since she last had sex. Her wet walls quivered and clamped down on the alien's member, not caring if it was human or not. She found herself moving her hips to help the monster reach even deeper into her pussy.

Senseless words spilled from her mouth brought on by the pleasure of having her port occupied but something bigger than her husband. Despite the monster's ugly appearance, she couldn't complain about the sex she was having, and the idea of being a captured princess added a very sensual hue to the experience. It helped her orgasm better. She tried to think about her husband many light years away. It worked for a little bit but for some reason another face popped into her mind. Merkhail's face.

"Oh my God!" she said out loud, why was she thinking about him?

The ship shook violently, the sounds of twisting, tearing metal drowned out her cries of pleasure. Fire exploded from the walls and enveloped the far side of the room, caused no doubt by an attack. Leanne fell off the alien's penis and into the water. It was like falling into quick sand; the princess couldn't swim to the surface or breathe for that matter. Slowly, her consciousness faded.

#

Then she suddenly woke up in her bed back on The Sarapatra. Her friends were all waiting patiently for her awakening. "Guys?" she asked stiffly.

Reynami hugged her, "Morning dear!"

"Did you guys rescue me?"

Merkhail rubbed the back of his head. "No but some money loving mercenaries did. We told everyone you were a princess and they swarmed that ship you were on."




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 01



Leanne was thankful for her CO's quick thinking. Oh well, large sums of money were nothing to her and at least she was safe again.

"So what happened to you dear?" asked Reynami.

Leanne pulled her cum-soaked hair behind her head to hide it, "N-Nothing I couldn't handle. I'm sorry I messed up." she said sadly.

Much to her dismay, Merkhail flipped her in the forehead. It really hurt! "Ouch!"

"You did fine Blondie."

"But it's still more training for you." said Reynami. 

A lot more training. Leanne really wanted to be a good Seraphim Soldier, for herself and for her husband. Her husband. Reynami and Ania departed but Merkhail stayed to cheer her up. He was very funny and friendly for a commander. Leanne didn't know if she should be angry with herself for enjoying his company. 

#

Pathetic. 

That was the only word Francine could use to describe her attempt to meet Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk again. After her ordeal on Bale II, the young little half-breed climbed asteroids and crossed galaxies to find out where he was. The last scrap of info she managed to steal indicated that he was supposed to be on some po-dunk cargo vessel called The Sarapatra. 

The only way for Francine to get close to The Sarapatra was to take control of the sorry-ass sex slave ship she was on now. Her plan started out well, she managed to locate The Sarapatra and make contact with it.

Bam!

She slammed her fist against a wall. Everything went to hell when her horny minions captured some elf princess instead of Merkhail.

"You can bitch and moan all you want lady," barked the sorry sack of lard standing before Francine. "Capturing an elf princess was WAY more important than some earth guy. Besides, we got to fuck the shit out of her. Which is a kind of the objective here."

Francine massaged her temples. She looked around the rust bucket that was her ship. It had the crap blasted out of it. There was a heavy smell of burn metal and fried electronics. Life-support systems where shot to hell, the air was thick and stale.

"Ack!" Francine coughed. 

She drew her inhaler and sucked down a plume of medicine. Her half-breed physiology was fragile to say the least. Her human genes refused to corporate with her alien ones, resulting in organs that operated less than perfectly. Her lungs were especially bad, they seized up on random occasions. If she didn't have a filled inhaler on her at all times, she'd die of suffocation.

All the sex slavers laughed, "Why did we ever agree to work for this bitch?"

The fat man closest to Francine agreed, "Yeah, she's too ugly to rape and she coughs up a lung every three minutes."

Angry blood flooded to Francine's head, making her pink alien eyes glow. She wasn't ugly. She was beautiful. Merkhail would agree! He knew she was more than just a post-rape mistake!

Francine opened her mouth. Being a half-breed came with certain advantages, one of which came in the form of a long, rubbery tongue lined with millions of poisonous thorns. She wrapped her tongue around the fat man's neck and squeezed. 

Francine had unleashed her venomous tongue on those unfit for life many times before, and they all reacted the same way no matter the species. First they struggled, either in fear or bravery. As the venom entered their capillary system, they became weak, falling to the ground in a limp pile. Their eyes became bloodshot. Sometimes the victim lost control of their bowel muscles and pissed and shit all over themselves. The last and perhaps the most satisfying symptom before death was heart failure. Painful, slow, and lethal.

Francine withdrew her tongue from the now dead sex-slaver. "T-The boss is going to kill you!" The others shouted in fear.

"That brainless pile of tentacles piloting the ship? He was easier to kill than your friend!"

That being said, Francine produced the only picture of Merkhail that she had, "Now let me explain this to you again. I want you find this man. Not elf princesses, not little boys named Bobby, this man. Are we clear?"

No one responded. And Francine though her question was simple.

No matter, Francine thought, she wondered long they could stand up to her venom.



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 02



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Author's Note:

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading.

-

VOLUME TWO

Merkhail was pissed. It had been a few days since he'd taken command of three special soldiers called Seraphim Girls, a few days of utter chaos. The cargo ship Sarapatra was a mess; no one was doing their job. Reynami continued to act without Merkhail's consent, Ania refused to talk to anyone and Princess Leanne kept messing up the simplest tasks. This was not the easy life he had expected when he got discharged from the army.

Today's events were a perfect snapshot of the young lieutenant's suffering; he had ordered Reynami to inspect every piece of cargo aboard the Sarapatra in lieu of some news reports about illegal and harmful materials being smuggled around. But did she do it? No! And now everyone was paying the price.

The cargo bay was the largest room on the ship, nearly three stories tall. Merkhail stared down a hulking monster that looked like a cross between a human and an angler fish, nearly seven feet tall and lacking too much intelligence to be considered sentient. Its muscles strained against its scaly skin and its throbbing boner was secure inside of Ania.

Whatever the alien was, it jumped out when Ania came by for patrol and felt the urge to get it on. When Leanne and Reynami rushed in to help it spit out webbing that trapped them to the floor. Merkhail was the only one left to save the quiet Seraphim Girl.

He aimed his laser gun and barked at Reynami, trapped in slimy webbing behind him. "I told you to inspect all cargo!"

"I did!" She shouted. "The box said 'Really Fresh Fish'! Not 'Live Fish Looking For A Mate'!"

The fish monster held Ania's short body fast and drilled her from behind standing up, it's hips banged into her ass cheeks. Its dick was slick with her gooey secretions, which would indicated she was consenting to the sex but her expression was still quite bland. Either the sex was really bad or she didn't have a single nerve in her vagina. 

"Hang in there Ania!" Merkhail fired but he kept missing. Stupid laser guns, if he had a shell gun the alien would be dead already. He kept firing.

"HE'S RIGHT THERE! SHOOT HIM!" Reynami bellowed.

Weird croaking noises began to escape the monster's fish lips. Was it laughing at him? 

"Ania?"

Ania bounced up and down on the thing's prick. "Yes?"

"You're so calm it's creeping me out!"

"...So?"

"You're not moaning or anything, it's weird!"

Ania began to chant blandly, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Merkhail's brow fell. "You sound like you're testifying in court!"

"Best I've ever had," Ania said in a monotone.

A frustrated Reynami couldn't take it anymore. Her burst of rage allowed her to get one arm free and grab her laser gun. The air beside Merkhail's face turned red hot as a laser bolt shot past, blowing a hole in the alien's face.

It collapsed with Ania still attached, she pulled it's now limp dick out of her sopping pussy and snapped her leotard back into place; "...Can we eat it?"

#

Merkhail returned to his room after a long day. To his displeasure, he found Reynami there going through his things like a raccoon in a dumpster.

"Damn it Reynami! You're the one stealing my crap!"

The opinionated brunette snapped to attention. "I resent the allegation sir!"

"Then why do you have one of my cigars stuffed between your boobs?!"

Reynami's eyes darted from side to side. "You know sir; it's sexual harassment to stare at your subordinate's boobs."

"Get out!"

The nubile thief scampered out. Quiet at last. He turned out the lights and fell into bed, letting the swirling bright stars outside his window lull him to relaxation. There was still so much to do, the girls were far from crack troops, no wonder they were always getting screwed by aliens. There had to be a way to get them to take things more seriously, they couldn't be cum-dumps the rest of their careers.

His quite time came to a sudden end. His room was right next to Leanne's and she had a really bad karaoke habit. Heavy music shook the pictures on his wall.

"Don't say it's the end~~!" He could even hear her high-pitched, elf girl voice. "Don't you know you're the one for me~~! Why can't I make you see~~!"

Merkhail wondered if his shell gun could shoot through the wall. Bad idea, he couldn't shoot an elf princess from another planet. He got up and dragged himself out.

#

The Sarapatra had a quaint community lounge with a coffee machine, television and kitchen. Merkhail collapsed into one of the chairs and concluded that the inane chatter of the crew members present was so much better than Leanne's singing.

Someone was staring at him. Merkhail's face wrinkled, Ania was across the room staring at him like a mannequin with eyes. Why the hell was she so creepy?!

"Stop staring at me Ania!"

"Get over it..." she droned like a robot.

Not a chance.

#

There was no easy way to determine night and day on a space ship so the Sarapatra had its own clock that estimated when it was time to sleep and when it was time to work. Right now, it was night time on the Sarapatra. Leanne was on her bed, wrapped in sheets soaked in her own perspiration. It was lonely in space so she had managed to procure a fascinating toy human females were said to use. Something to replicate the best part of a male body.

"Ngh..." Leanne slowly slid a dildo into her pussy inch by amazing inch. The ribs on it gave her walls something to chew on, and once that sensation faded, she flipped on the vibration function. She had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming to hard. As a married elf, she tried to think of nothing but her husband when she did this but lately, Merkhail had been occupying her thoughts for some reason. Maybe it was his attractive features; maybe she was just curious about him. A wet slopping sound bounced off the walls, she was wetter than usual. Her substitute penis hummed louder as she adjusted the vibration setting. 

"Ahhh Ahhh! Yeah! Ahh!" She pictured her husband's rock hard abs, broad shoulders and tight biceps. She was a lucky girl to be married to such a man. Her vaginal walls began to quiver, her orgasm was coming. At the last second, Merkhail's face appeared in her head.

Splatter. 

She gripped the bed sheets and came all over her bed and much to her dismay; the cause was not thoughts of her hubby. She panted and waited for the last bit of lust to fade, then reached for her communicator.

"Hello?" Reynami answered her call.

"It's Leanne, can I talk to you?"

"Shoot."

"How should I put this...do you thinks it's okay to, um, admire a fellow colleague even though your heart belongs to someone else?"

"...You were masturbating while thinking about Merkhail weren't you honey?"

Leanne grinded her teeth, she didn't have to be so gross about it. "How much do you know about the lieutenant?" she asked.

"Not much actually, I can't access his records on my computer tablet."

There wasn't a human alive who didn't have a computer tablet. It was a thin square with a touch screen capable of almost anything.

"How do we find out more about him?" asked Leanne.

There was a bit of silence. "I know a guy in computer engineering. He's been able to get me classified info on all our other CO's."

"Perfect! How much does he charge?"

Reynami chuckled. "You're so naïve girl."

#

Ania was on night patrol, checking on the cargo room. Her vagina was still a little sore from the unpleasant surprise she got earlier which convinced her to never let her guard down again. Her wide barreled laser shotgun gun was out and ready for anything, but thankfully things look normal. 

Something ran between her feet, too quick to see. It left a slimy trail on the floor leading all the way to a half opened cargo crate. It was Ania's job to investigate but she wished someone else was on duty. The half opened crate had some kind of spongy nest inside, about three feet high with little holes all over it. Ania grabbed the crate and dumped it over so she could get a better view of whatever it was.

Probably not the best idea, once the spongy hive was out, a bunch of small slugs about a foot long each poured out like angry bees. 

"Crud," Ania said blandly.

Her headset had a radio in it but when she reached up to activate it; one of the slugs spewed a really sticky slime that trapped her fingers. She tried to wipe if off on her leotard and her hand became stuck to her suit. Another wad of slime landed on her visor, blinding her. Ania figured the best plan was to fire blindly and hope she hit the little devils. 

Bam! Bam! 

She could smell burning metal and plastic, but no roasted slug. She staggered around but with no way to see, she stumbled right onto the sponge hive, becoming hopelessly stuck to it. Gooey slugs crawled up her shiny smooth legs and thighs, their cool touch made every hair on her body stand on end. They couldn't slip into her leotard because it was glued to her butt but that wasn't going to save her. Their little mouths let them cut tiny holes in the latex guarding Ania's unmentionable parts. "Stop..." Ania said. She had recovered from her last make out session so her body was ready to respond to new stimuli. The dozen or so slugs crawling up her body felt like the wet tongues of a dozen lovers. The valley between her butt cheeks became filled with squishy slugs, kissing and nipping at her butt hole. Ania's legs tensed up, the leotard around her butt was rippling like a bag of worms. Her chest and arms were secure to the hive, no matter how hard she pulled, strands of tough gunk held her fast. She was a Seraphim Girl; it was her job to find some way out of this somehow.

She violently shook her butt from side to side, dislodging some slugs and sending them flying. By her calculations, three remained stuck to her.

"Ah!" One of the persistent slugs reached her clit hood, her last line of defense. With its tiny mouth it pulled the skin back, allowing another slug to attack her clitoris itself. Ania's loins burned. "H-Help," she could barely say it without screaming: "Oh God Yes!" afterwards.

Her wet labia were pried open exposing her pink innards. With one fluid motion a slug slid its body inside her, long enough to reach the end of her quivering uterus. She kicked her legs and shook her butt back and forth trying and failing to dislodge it. Her wet walls contracted and released involuntarily, pulling the slug in deeper, her pussy juice mingled with the thing's body slime. Ania's attention turned to her face, although she couldn't see it another slug was crawling up her neck towards her mouth. It was so slick it was able to slip past her tightly closed lips and swirl around her tongue. Talk about having a bad taste in your mouth.

Her pussy's unwanted tenant began to convulse like a vibrator, Ania fell to her knees, crushing one of the slugs on the floor. Almost every slug in the hive was on her now, crawling all around her body, filling her holes. Her puckered anus even fell victim, a wiggling, cool body popped inside. It felt like she had grown a tail. The slug up her womanhood shook violently and injected her uterus with a thick warm fluid. Semen? Ania's sterilized womb wasn't open for business. That didn't stop the slug in her mouth and anus from cumming as well, apparently it didn't matter what hole they came in. Ania felt like she understood their strategy, they would ensnare a female creature, make it a part of their nest and then ejaculate into every hole they could find, hoping that one was the vagina. Ania shuddered at the thought of being fertile right now; she'd be a pregnant slave for the rest of her days. 

#

Leanne and Reynami crept through the dark, sleepy halls of the ship. The computer engineer Reynami knew was a pretty average looking twenty year old known only as "Marcus07". Reynami said it was a handle he used to protect himself. Marcus07's office was small and dank, filled to the brim with computers that controlled everything on The Sarapatra. A typical computer nerd.

Leanne was so embarrassed. Marcus07 was in his chair with his pants and underwear down, Reynami and Leanne had their creamy boobs wrapped around his dick. The girls moved up and down on his shaft, making sure to cover it from the base to the head with every pass.

Marcus07 moaned, "Wow! Double tit job!"

"You're a perverted little computer nerd aren't you?" said Reynami.

"Just keep it to yourself and jack me off."

Leanne's stiff nipples scrapped against Reynami's nubs, forcing a low moan to escape her lips. Even though both women were straight, there was something erotic about bumping nipples with another woman. Reynami snickered, "Alright princess Leanne, let's make him blow."

Both girls began to move faster and faster. Reynami's tongue flicked over the tip of Marcus07's helmet like a snake's, making the urethra twitch open and close. He grabbed both their bacsk and pressed them harder against his member. The action forced Reynami and Leanne to kiss each other suddenly.

"Mfgh!" They both tried to get some air. That plan changed when Reynami wrapped her tongue around Leanne's. "What are you doing?" asked Leanne between kisses, "You're making me...hot..."

Reynami managed to continue jacking their target off and pleasure Leanne at the same time. Their warm saliva was overflowing out their mouths, dripping onto the penis between them. Eventually, both women returned to servicing Marcus07's stick like whores. The computer Tech's head flew back. "Oh shit!"

Reynami suddenly stopped her lustful activities.

"What the hell?" he kicked his feet wildly, "Christ, I was about to blow the biggest wad of my life!" 

The teasing Reynami pulled out a condom and slid it over his pulsating cock, then pulled aside her leotard. She showed him her wet hole. "Don't you want more than just my boobs?" She straddled him and let her cunt eat up his manhood. Leanne watched with an open mouth, she had never seen this position before.

"Whoa!" Marcus yelled.

Reynami bounced up and down on him; Marcus07 groped her boobs, moving the soft lumps in circular directions. Reynami directed Leanne's attention to his balls with one finger. Oh boy thought Leanne, her job wasn't done yet. The elf girl examined Marcus07's genitals like something in a store window. With one hand she began to massage them.

Reynami panted, "You like it nerd-boy?"

"Tell the elf girl to suck them!"

Leanne reluctantly complied. Unlike the boob job, she found no pleasure in this. The area between a male's legs wasn't the most attractive thing to look at. She traced his testicles with the tip of her tongue, she sucked on the loose skin. "Hurry up Reynami," she murmured.

"Leanne dear, don't interrupt my play time."

Reynami banged Marcus07 faster and faster. Geez, it was taking too long. A frustrated Leanne wondered if squeezing his balls would finally end the process, that's where a man's semen was after all.

"Yes!" The lucky guy's hips bucked when he came. Leanne watched his balls contract and sag, releasing a load into his condom. Both man and women took a few seconds to come down off of cloud nine. "So," Marcus07 explained, "You want info on your Lieutenant right?"

"Can you do it?"

"Might be a little tricky but I can pull some strings. Sit tight."

He began typing away on one of his computers. "By the way. The elf girl needs some lessons in oral sex."

Leanne was appalled at such an insult, he was lucky a married princess agreed to service his ugly penis in the first place. She renewed her interest in squeezing his balls. Marcus07's screams could have woken the whole ship.

#

Leanne and a satisfied Reynami walked back to their rooms while looking at a computer pad. The ghostly glow of its screen painted their faces blue.

"What does it say?" Leanne anxiously asked.

"Nothing interesting so far. Our lieutenant Merkhail is quite boring."

With her finger, she used the touch screen to flip through documents. They saw the word 'Discharged'.

"Oh crap," Reynami said, "He didn't volunteer to be on the Sarapatra, he was kicked out of the army."

"What for?"

"Says here he shot one of his own soldiers for running away in battle."

Leanne couldn't believe Merkhail could do such a thing, he seemed to easy going. The report got worse.

"God. It also says he raped a female soldier when she refused to go on Fire Watch. After that he was sent for evaluation and the results suggested he'd gone insane."

Reynami took a break from reading and rubbed her temples, "And they had to send the crazy bastard here, didn't they?"

Leanne stared off into space. The image she had built around her new commander was falling down like a house of cards. "What should we do?"

"We can't tell anyone, this stuff is classified. Just return to work and pretend we never saw this."

With a few taps on her computer pad, Reynami deleted the files.

"Pretend you never saw what?"

Leanne's blood ran cold. She dared to look behind her. It was Merkhail standing in the hallway with a stern frown.

"Lieutenant," Reynami said playfully, "We were just, uh... We found out Ania likes to cosplay and post erotic pictures of herself online, weird huh?"

Merkhail stalked forward. "Oh really? You got up in the middle of the night just to surf the internet?"

Leanne's legs could barely support her. 

"What are you so scared about?" He asked.

"Nothing! I just got up to pee, that's all."

"Sorry for being up so late sir, we'll be going now," said Reynami.

For a second it looked like the girls were safe but a dark, evil voice stopped them from leaving.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill both of you girls?"

Leanne's story about peeing wasn't true but any more of this and she would in fact wet herself. 

Reynami put a hand on her laser gun, "Because I'd kill you first. Yes, we saw your files. I'm sorry sir."

"It's all lies, you know?" Merkhail growled, "I didn't rape that girl, but she told everyone I did."

Leanne wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Both Reynami and Merkhail aimed their guns at the same time; the young officer had his .45 caliber Colt shell gun with him this time.

"You can't hit shit!" Reynami yelled.

"With this thing I can!"

"That report was right! You are insane!"

"The army sent me into battle after battle, what the hell did they expect?! And when I couldn't take it anymore they dumped me here!"

Leanne was panicking eight ways from Sunday. It couldn't end like this. Her husband had sent her to be a Seraphim Soldier in order to boost her confidence, it was time to see how far she'd come.

She put herself out in the open; Merkhail re-adjusted his aim.

"Kill Reynami and you'll have to kill me!" 

"Leanne!" Reynami sputtered.

"We don't think you're a bad person. Put the gun down and tomorrow we can go back to the way things were."

"We can't. You know why I was sent here."

"Then you know what?" Leanne squeaked, "K-Kill me then!"

The longest seconds of Leanne's life passed. Her CO began to shake and sweat profusely, with any luck the gun would slide out of his hands.

"L-Lieutenant!" it was Ania. She was running towards them and showing more emotion than usual. She collided with Merkhail, making him drop his gun. 

"Now!" yelled Reynami.

Leanne and Merkhail both jumped for the gun, each getting and hand on it and wrestling. 

"Merkhail!" Ania was desperate for his attention. She was pointing to her crotch and the bulge underneath her leotard. 

"The hell is that?" 

"Oh boy," said Reynami, "A Clit Kisser Slug? Ania, where did you -- "

"Cargo bay," she said, "Get it out!"

Leanne and Merkhail continued to wrestle for control of his gun but the princess was losing, she was up against a man. "You think you're the only one with a bad past? Get over it!"




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 02



"But..."

"Give me the gun sir! Ania needs help!"

Merkhail finally gave up and let his gun go. 

"G-Guys?" Ania's troubles weren't over. Reynami pulled her close. "Get over here girl, open up your leotard."

Both soldiers exposed their genitals. The slug wriggling around inside Ania's pink pussy jumped to Reynami's vulva, scurrying into her hole.

"What kind of plan was that?" asked Leanne.

Reynami's head flew back and her legs bent inward, "Ah! Oh man it went deep. I call this my 'Reynami broke her favorite dildo and needs a new one' strategy. Now if you'll excuse me," she staggered away with the thing still up her miracle, "I'll be...in my room...for a few hours...oh man this thing feels good."

When everything was said and done, only Leanne and Merkhail remained. She brushed the long hair on his head, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I guess."

"Be honest with me. Were you really going to shoot us?"

"...No."



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 03



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Author's Note:

Please do not take this story too seriously, it is intended to be stupid and light hearted.

Thank you for reading.

-

VOLUME THREE

The concert hall was crammed with fans of all shapes, sizes and species waving thousands of glow sticks above their heads.  It was only minutes before the concert began and the anticipation was so thick you could almost see it in the air.  A young woman turned pop idol overnight peeked out the curtain and saw her life flash by her eyes; there were so many people all waiting for her to wow them.  Leanne wasn't sure she could meet their expectations.

"Leanne, are you ready?" it was her talent agent, the man who made all this possible, Hanisson.  He was a short drink of water with a pointed face and an expression that never changed.  He was always grinning ear to ear with his eyes closed, rather like a fox.  He straightened out Leanne's outfit: a frilly pink and blue mini skirt with an equally excessive top.

The blonde elf nodded confidently, "I've been waiting for this all eighteen years of my life, let me at em'!" 

Hanisson looked most pleased, as if he could look any other way.  

Leanne rushed onto the stage and jumped into the blinding white limelight like her life depended on it. 

"Hello Hydra VI!  Let's rock!"  

The crowed generated a wall of pure sound.  Leanne blasted off like a rocket into her first song, singing a catchy and powerful tune of her own design.  She had spent hours rehearsing all the dance moves and thanks to a modified microphone, her voice didn't sound as bad as it usually did. 

Three and a half heart shaking, adrenaline soaked minutes later the song ended.  Leanne panted, warning herself to not burn out before the concert was over.  

"Hello Moonlight Station!" the name of the city she was in, "Thank you all for coming, are you ready to jam!" 

The typical rhetorical question every artist asked at a concert.  The whole theatre shook with the combined response of everyone inside.  Leanne prayed the concert would never end.

#

The Sarapatra's vacation time was ultimately determined by the amount of cargo she had to deliver, if the ship was empty her crew could relax, if it wasn't they worked until they dropped.  Thankfully the ship had seen little cargo in the past week allowing everyone to burn up their vacation time.  The closest planet was Hyrda VI, one of the few planets in the universe free from conflict and friendly to humans.  Most of the crew went down immediately.  

A few days ago Lieutenant Merkhail found Leanne's timid and curvy figure at his desk with a request for leave time.  He of course granted it.  Hydra VI had one major city, Moonlight Station.  Merkhail heard it was some kind of popular music capitol, a launching pad for new talent.  God, he hoped Leanne wasn't planning on trying to get a record deal.  He loved the little elf ditz as a comrade but her voice was little better than chain gun fire.  Days passed by and the Sarapatra's vacation time was coming to an end but Leanne was a whole day late in returning to duty.  He was her commanding officer so naturally he was forced to take a trip down to the planet and find out why.

#  

Moonlight Station looked a lot like earth in the 1930's, save for a splatter of technology here and there.  The city still used trains designed to look like old fashioned steam engines.  Cars still traversed the streets instead of air trams and shops still used doors instead of plasma screens.  Merkhail was still young but he was already marking the city for retirement...if he lived long enough to retire that is.  Leanne wasn't answering her radio so the fog of genuine concern began to form at the edges of his mind.  Hopefully she wasn't hoodwinked into becoming a prostitute or something; she was oblivious enough to fall for it.

"Leanne isn't a slut." said Reynami who had insisted on joining the hunt.

"Like you?" asked Merkhail expecting harsh retaliation.

"Hell no.  Sluts have no self-esteem, I just enjoy skin sports."  She lit up a cigarette, a hobby she had recently picked up despite doctor warnings, "This place is famous for pop idols, look around, sir."

Indeed she was right, massive LCD screens hung on the sides of sky scrapers playing concerts with famous young idols, the majority of which were female. 

"I get it; Leanne's is out being a groupie isn't she?  Should have known." said Merkhail.

Reynami didn't respond.  She was angling her face upward with an expression someone seeing Godzilla might have. 

Merkhail hadn't noticed her yet. "Someone needs to pick Leanne up and dump out all the useless stuff in her head.  I'm not perfect either but I take my job seriously.  Her husband sent her into the military to learn things, I say we - what the hell are you looking at Reynami?!"

"Sir?  Please join me in this little exercise."

He did so and saw a massive billboard with a pop idol's smiling face.  "It's just another pop idol Reynami, so what?"  

It hit him a moment later, that pop idol was Leanne! 

"Holy crap!  Leanne!  What the hell did you do while on leave?!"

"I want royalties!" Reynami shouted at her lieutenant accusingly, "You all made fun of her singing but I supported her!  She owes me!"

Merkhail made tight fists. "Good for you, after the military discharges me for letting this happen you can pay my unemployment benefits."

"I can't believe she actually pulled it off!  What are we going to do?"

The fretting officer walked in small, quick circles.  She wasn't answering her radio and her location was a mystery.  Pop idols had plenty of fans so it wasn't like they could just walk up to her and say hi either.

"You think you're so clever don't you!"  Merkhail shouted at Leanne's billboard.  Naturally, her smiling picture didn't say a word.  "...Wipe that smile off your face!  You're in SO much trouble!  You hear me?!"

Reymani blandly stated the obvious, "Sir, it's a billboard."

"Reynami shut - One dipshit at a time!"

Reynami didn't take kindly to being called a dipshit.  She tried to grab him and when he resisted, she punched him in the gut and neck.  Merkhail couldn't stop Reynami from tackling him to the ground and straddling her powerful thighs over him.

"Alright sir, I'll let the dipshit comment go, but you've got to cool your jets.  Just calm down and a plan will come to you." 

Resting under Reynami's weight, Merkhail felt his senses return.  "...Cancel the Sarapatra's next mission.  We're not leaving here until we get our girl back."

"You sound really worried sir," said Reynami coyly, "You want her back because she's your subordinate...right?"

"Of course, what other reason is there?"  

Reynami's radio headset rang.  She activated the video function on her visor and saw Ania's face. "What's up Ania?"

"Heard everything..."

"Got any ideas?" asked Merkhail, expecting some kind of bizarre one word response.  

"Yes...  CO won't like it..."

"Why?"

Ania squeezed her entire blank face into Reynami's visor view. "Return...  I'll tell."

#

Leanne's transformation was nothing short of sheer luck.  She had taken a three day pass to Moonlight Station to relax and gawk at pop idols but when she saw a line for talent scouting she waited there an entire day.  When it was her turn to audition, she was so exhausted she thought everyone would laugh at her performance, but instead Hanisson shoved a contract in her face.  Leanne thought she had fainted and gone to dream land.  The truth was her elf heritage gave her an edge.  Elf females had pretty blonde hair and flawless skin, things most other species couldn't boast.  And now, several days later, she was performing at live concerts.  She didn't have many songs yet but if Hanisson would just give her a little time off the stage she was sure she could make album after album.

It was time for another rehearsal, only this performance was not in front of fans but in front of other agents and investors.  Hanisson smiled as he always did and told her it was something all pop idols on the planet went through.  Leanne was in her dressing room getting ready along with another starlet she had met, a fresh-faced eighteen year old girl named Meownya. 

She wasn't human or elf, she was a cat girl.  Two furry ears protruded from her head and she had a tail sprouting just above her butt.  Her hair had a reddish hue to it.  Her bangs were draped over her two jade green eyes.  Her pupils were vertical and feline like.  

"What's wrong, meow?" Meownya asked, "You look confused, meow."

Leanne was looking at the costume she was supposed to wear for her performance in front of the investors; it was an impossible halter top and micro skirt.  

"Look how pervy this outfit is!  Can my boobs even fit into this thing?"

Meownya playfully pinched both Leanne's nipples.  The sudden attention caused her nubs to firm up like spikes. "You have cute boobies, meow."

"Hey!  Leave my boobies alone!"

"This is what they call 'fanservice', meow, investors and producers think the idol industry needs to get sexier to survive."

"But I write songs for kids!  I can't wear this in front of them."

Meownya finished getting ready and pounced around the room like a cat. "It's just for today, don't over think it, meow.  You should see the outfits they made me wear.  I'm sure Hanisson will let your go back to the G rated stuff soon enough, meow."

She left.  Leanne unhooked her bra and prepared to change into the most demeaning thing she'd ever worn.  ...Besides her Seraphim uniform.

#

"What are you wearing?" asked Hanisson, surprised enough to open his eyes.  Leanne was about to go on stage, "You told me to wear this thing!" 

"No, I mean that," he pointed to the panties peeking out below her micro skirt, "You're not supposed to wear panties with this costume."

"What?  If I took off my panties everyone would see my butt hole!"

"You're over reacting, just dance like we rehearsed and no one will see anything," his perpetual grin returned, "You're a sport to put up with this, I'll make it up to you."

Leanne slid off her panties began her performance.  

It was a little harder to perform in front of such serious faces but she soldiered on.  As the song got harder, so did her dance moves.  She swung her hips around back and forth like a playful newlywed.  She ran her fingers through her hair and down her body.  Doing so almost made her boobs burst out of her halter top.  She turned around and shook her butt from right to left, praying they couldn't see up her skirt that much.   Her golden hair twirled around her body, catching the light.  She felt more like a stripper than a pop idol.

She rushed off stage as soon as the song ended. "That was so dirty." she murmured to herself.

"You did good," said Hanisson, "Go ahead and change into something more decent."

"Are those men really going to finance my career just because I shook my butt at them?"

She could see Hanisson's desire to dodge the question, no matter how wide he grinned. "It's a little more complicated than that but yes.  Now run along dear."

Leanne passed by Meownya on her way back to her dressing room.  The cat girl was wearing a red bikini that could make any male spontaneously ejaculate. 

"My agent said I have to go through the same thing, meow," she said sadly.  Leanne shook her head; this wasn't what music was supposed to be about.

#

The princess got some time off and strolled the streets of Moonlight Station after sunset.  

She was contemplating how to tell Merkhail about all of this, wondering exactly how angry he would be.  There had to be a professional way to leave the military without burning bridges.  Her new life had the promise of being so much better; she belonged under the bright lights of a big city, not in some cramped space ship barrack.  And it wasn't like she was delusional either, no matter how many times she changed clothes people still recognized her as a starlet.

Her communicator rang, it was Hanisson, "Leanne honey?  Hate to pull you away from your time off but could you stop by the studio really quick?  I have someone here who wants to meet you."

#

Leanne opened the door to her dressing room and found Hanisson along with some other talent agent in a suit, a female with silver glasses and a haughty expression.

"This lady is from another talent agency, she says her client wanted to talk to you." said Hanisson.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Leanne.  So, where's your client?  I'd like to introduce myself."

The new pop idol stepped out from behind her agent.  Leanne's cute radar went off immediately; she was a really tall girl with semi-long black hair of glossy color.  Her black dress flowed down her body, which was shaking with shyness. 

"Aw, it's okay," said Leanne with a smile.  She wanted to hug the girl with all her might. "Don't be scared, I'm sure you'll be a great pop idol..."  

She trailed off.  Dear God, she knew who this girl was!  She wasn't a girl at all!  She was Merkhail dressed like a girl!

"Her name is Mandy, we're pleased to meet you Leanne." said the agent.  Leanne was a big blob of confusion, she extended a shaky hand. "Uh yeah, h-hello M-Mandy, nice to m-meet you." 

Merkhail bowed.

"You sure are a quiet girl Mandy." said Hanisson.

"She's timid," explained the agent, "She's never done something like this before and she's not convinced she has what it takes.  So Leanne?  Could you take care of her?"  

#

The princess-turned-star brought Merkhail-slash-Mandy into her dressing room.  Once they were alone, all hell broke loose.

"What are you doing sir?!" Leanne screeched.

Merkhail adjusted his dress like his life depended on it. "Give me a second! Reynami insisted I wear panties and if they get any tighter I'm going to turn into girl for real."

Merkhail's dress came up, giving Leanne a good look at his male pride.  It was quite restrained; he was wearing a silky black bikini-cut.  There was barely enough material to hold his balls in.  And they were pretty big to begin with, Leanne thought with reddened cheeks. 

"This was the only way I could get in touch with you!  You're famous right now." Merkhail explained.

"Couldn't you have sent Reynami or Ania?  Look at yourself sir!"

"We tried.  Ania flat out refused and my talent agent said Reynami was too old.  Poor woman is boozing herself to death as we speak."

That sounded like her.  "Is she going to be okay?"

"Don't care.  It's hard to help a woman with a sign on her door that says: I'm Pro Spooge and I Vote."

"I'll come back to the Sarapatra when my leave is over."

"You're leave has been over for two whole days Leanne!"

"Oh..." She smiled girlishly.  She had no idea how much time had passed, "I guess I lost track of time, huh?"

"So is this the end?  Are you going to quit the army?  Quit being a princess?  Quit being a wife?"

Leanne should have suspected he'd go this route. "I haven't decided yet.  But for now, yes, I am quitting the army."

"Quit?"  Merkhail gazed upward in phony thought, "Let's see, there's a term for that in the military, what is it?  Oh yeah, it's call desertion!  And I can shoot your for it!"

"Well now."  Leanne moaned, remembering the time he caught her reading his personnel file.  "That's the second time you threatened to shoot me sir, I'm starting to think you're all talk."

"Oh, so you're a comedian too?"

The elf girl slammed her hands down in sudden fury.  "I don't get you Merkhail!  One minute you're being nice to me and the next you're, making fun of my hobbies and telling me I'm a ditz!  If you hate me then just leave me alone!"

"I don't hate you Leanne!  You're too dense to see it but I lo - "

Hanisson suddenly stepped into the room. "Leanne?  I heard a man's voice, are you okay?"

Leanne nodded quickly to disarm his suspicions. 

"Okay then.  Before I leave I want to give you this, it came in the mail."  He passed her a small package and closed the door behind him.  

"What is it?" asked Merkhail trying to get a look.  

Leanne stripped the paper off and found a video disk.

"Is it one of your latest concerts?"

"Maybe?" she slid it into the nearest media center and watched the screen.  It was actually one of Meownya's concerts.

"She sounds good." said Merkhail. "Know her?"

"Yeah, her name is Meownya.  Another pop idol."

For the next two minutes it was all concert footage, nothing out of the ordinary.  Then the movie changed like someone had recorded over the rest of the concert.  Meownya was in a dark locker room wearing one of her trademark outfits, a frilly skirt, thigh high socks and pink leather jacket.  She was just standing there with her tail wagging slowly.  When she turned around, you could see her sucking on a dildo.  She pulled it out leaving a trail of saliva and winked at the camera.


Then the scene changed again, she was on her knees performing oral sex on the green girth of an orc.

"What the hell?" blurted Leanne.

Meownya was taking the orc's entire stick in her mouth, no easy feat considering the size of an orc's member.  Her free hands jacked off two other dicks.  The poor lighting made it hard to see much of anything besides the sex acts.  Her mouth released the penis it was eating so she could lap at the throbbing shaft, coming down to his testicles and massaging them.  She sucked on each of his balls alternately.  After a few seconds of that she journeyed to his glands and flicked them with her tongue.  Within a matter of minutes, his prick blew thick white globs all over her face.  The other men she serviced came too, painting her white.

"Now Meownya," said the unseen man recording the whole thing, "What do we say?"

Steamy semen dripped down her face and into her nose and mouth.  She forced a smile, "Meownya loves to fuck!  Meow!"

Merkhail whistled and said, "Man, and I thought Earth's pop scene was dirty."

"Meownya wouldn't do this!  Someone must be forcing her."

"It looks consensual to me."

"No it doesn't, she looks like she's about to cry."

"Are you sure that's not part of the act?"

Leanne turned the video off in disgust.  

Merkahil paced the room as best he could in high heels. "Question one: why in the world would someone send you this?  Question two: have you ever starred in one of these flicks?"

"Of course not!  I'm just as lost as you!" Leanne yelled.

There was a knock at the door; Merkhail's agent stepped in, "FYI Mandy, Hanisson has just arranged a duet concert with you and Leanne."

"A duet?!" Leanne blurted, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it go away.

Merkhail put his hand on his head like any normal guy would if they had just learned they had to sing on stage wearing a skirt.  

"When's show time?" Leanne asked.

"Tomorrow night, good luck you two!"  She slipped out.

Leanne anticipated all of Merkhail's questions, "I think we can keep your real gender a secret, pop idols wear microphones that modify their voices.  It's not lip syncing but it makes you sound better and more feminine."

"Alright, that's one problem solved."  He grabbed his skirt, "Next problem, how do I make sure this thing stays down?  One wrong move and half the audience will commit suicide."

"I'll select some dance moves that don't require you to bend over."  Not that Leanne wanted to watch him bend over, seeing him cross-dress like this was both insulting and simply unsexy.

"Remember Leanne, I'm only doing this to get you back on The Sarapatra."

He left the dressing room rather awkwardly due to his unusual footwear.  Leanne used the solitude to pop Meownya's porn flick back on.  During the fellatio scene, the camera man's finger got caught in front of the lens.  She froze the picture.  It was a blurry image but she could make out something gold, a ring with a reddish stone.  Her suspicion was confirmed; Hanisson wore a ring just like that.




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 03



#

The night of the concert came fast.  The auditorium was pretty full, looked like Leanne's popularity had yet to wane despite a full week of exposure.  That was longer than some pop idols in the universe lasted.  She was nervous but not half as nervous as Merkhail.  When the concert started she made sure to place herself in front of her lieutenant as much as she could to hide him from viewers trying to get a peek at him.  The night ended without anyone learning the truth but the after concert reviews were hilarious.  Leanne's attempts to hide Merkhail from the audience led people to think she was jealous of the new pop star.

"Great, now they're saying I'm jealous of a guy."  The elf princess lamented.

Back stage, Merkhail clopped over in his heels panting.  The dark fibers of his wig were stuck to all the sweat on his face.  "It's over right?  Finished?  Done?"

"You impressed the daylights out of me, that's for sure."

"Good, I'm going to slip into the men's room now that it's empty.  Hopefully taking a piss while standing up will remind me I'm still a guy."

He ran off.  Leanne returned to her locker and pulled out her Seraphim Soldier radio headset.  She made an outbound call to Reynami.  Thankfully she was there to pick up, but she sounded drunker than anything.

"I watched the whole concert, it was great!  Rockin'! And I really, really, really want to give Merkhail a blow job wearing that awesome skirt!"

"Reynami!"

"I'm sorry, that was rude.  After I suck all the spooge out of him, then he can be yours."

"Reynami, there is nothing hot about a guy dressed as a girl.  It's killing me to see him like this, can't you do something?!"

"Don't blame me, Merkhail was totally willing to do it.   And do you know why he's putting himself through this?  It's you!  He's worried about you!"

"No he isn't.  You've seen him make fun of me."

"Well you kind of bring it on yourself honey.  Remember the incident on Tarkon?"

"What incident?"

"You wanted to get a gynecological examine and I had to stop you."

Leanne put a finger to her mouth inquisitively, "Oh yeah, why did you stop me?"

"Because no honest gynecologist gives examines in the back of his van!"

"He told me he was a struggling doctor."

"He wasn't wearing pants or underwear!"

Leanne couldn't help but admit it that wasn't her brightest moment but she still rejected the notion that Merkhail was doing this because he cared about her. "If Merkhail was going through all of this because he was worried about me he would have just told me so."

"He's too nervous to say he likes you.  And you being married complicates things.  A LOT."

Leanne sighed, if Merkhail wasn't going to tell her his true feelings, there was nothing she could do.

#

Leanne was staying at a hotel for the time being.  Thankfully Merkhail was there too, he was a few floors below her.  The young pop idol had a ton on her mind to think about, if it wasn't worrying about how Merkhail felt about her; it was the possibility that Hanisson was exploiting idols for porno films.

It was time to find out the truth.  She asked Hanisson to come up to her room alone.  He entered with the same ear to ear grin he always had but it vanished when he saw the laser gun aimed at him.

"Where did you get that thing?" he asked.

"I was a Seraphim Soldier before becoming an idol, don't move or I'll shoot you.  I found out what you've been doing to Meownya, I've seen the perverted films."

He shook his head back and forth hard, "You've got it all wrong Leanne!  I'm just an honest talent agent."

"Do you deny it?"

"O-Okay, I did make a dirty movie with Meownya but - "

"You're sick!  Let me guess, I'm next right?"

"N-No!"

"Why else would you give me that video disk?  You wanted to see if I was interested!"

"I didn't send it to you!"

"Then who did?"

For the first time Leanne saw Hanisson's brow furl with anger, "Meownya did!  That sick little cat-slut said she'd leave my agency if I didn't film her!"  

He was pleading innocence and pointing fingers at the presumed victim.  Leanne simply couldn't believe it, "I saw Meownya face on the video.  She was humiliated."

"That's how she gets off!  She's a nympho!  She has sex with EVERYBODY!"

"You're pathetic," Leanne got up, gun still aimed. "Let's ask Meownya about it shall we?  Start walking!" 

#

Hanisson knocked on Meownya door under duress.  She answered wearing a snow white nightie that was so thin it clung to her supple body like spider silk.  Beneath it you could see her C sized breasts straining against her hot pink bra.  Her soft, plushy labia were tucked between her legs in a g-string.  It acted like a second skin, it might as well been a part of her twat. 

"Meownya, tell me what this creep did to you." Leanne demanded.

Meownya scratched at her ears, "What did he do to me, meow?"

Great, this was going to be harder than Leanne thought.  She pushed everyone into the room and closed the door.

"I know about the porn movie you were in.  And I know Hanisson was the one who made them."

Far from being surprised, Meownya looked like a child on Christmas day, "You did see my movie!  What did you think?  Was I hot?  Sexy, meow?"

The elf princess learned the truth too late.  Hanisson was right; Meownya wasn't the victim at all.  She was nymphomaniac.  Her cat reflexes allowed her to pounce on Leanne and strip the laser pistol from her hand.

"Meownya is a horny cat girl, meow, and she's wanted to play with Leanne for a long time," she then snarled at Hanisson, "Start filming this!"

"Get yourself under control!"

"Shut up and start filming!"  Meownya pulled Leanne's skirt up and found her snow white panties trimmed with gold. "Whoa!  Cute panties, meow!"  

Hanisson seized Meownya from behind.  She opened his flesh with a swipe of her claws.  It wasn't a mortal blow but it made sure he didn't try to sneak up on her again.  

Meownya rubbed her perky breasts against Leanne's in slow circles, making sure their nipples flicked against each other.  "Meownya thinks you have cute boobies, remember?"

Leanne's jugs began to swell with arousal and her crotch felt warm.  Cat girl's rough little tongue teased her neck. "Meow, you're so cute when you're embarrassed.  Are you wet yet?"  

Leanne wasn't but Meownya certainly was.  She pressed her cool, wet snatch against the crotch of Leanne's panties.  Their love buttons rose to attention upon noticing each other.  Meownya's sopping labia squished against the elf-girl's love lips.  Like tiny mouths, both their genitals smooched each other, making wet, squelching sounds.  Meownya's pussy juice seeped out the pink fabric of her thong and mixed with the juice seeping from Leanne's white panties. 

Meownya picked the elf-girl up with her paws and tossed her into bed.  There wasn't much of a bounce, the sheets and memory foam mattress sucked in in and trapped her.

"Interview time, meow!"  Shouted the cat-slut.  She had managed to find a video camera, she hat it on and pointing at Leanne.  "What's your biggest turn on?  How often do you masturbate?  Have you ever H'd anyone in public?"

Leanne resisted with a human phrase she had learned from Merkhail, "Get bent, bitch!  You're a freak!"

Meownya ran her tongue across her two fangs erotically, "So are you, meow." 

The video camera zoomed in, "Your pretty little gold panties are soaked with love cream!  See, meow?!"

Leanne closed her legs to stem the flood of love juice.  It didn't work, she felt it tricked out down her thighs.  Like glistening molasses.  Leanne couldn't believe herself.  Elves despised procreation with one's own gender and Meownya was a woman – kind of.  Why was the sight of another horny female turning her on?  If she ever survived this, she'd have a lot of explaining to do to her husband.  

Meownya jumped into bed with her. "We're going to make out now, meow, first one to cum has to go down to the lobby...naked!"

Cat-girl planted a long, girl x girl kiss on Leanne's lips.  Her lustful tongue became acquainted with every corner of the Seraphim Girl's mouth.  Both princess and cat-girl became tangled up together like a writhing pile of sweaty limbs, bouncing up and down on the bed.  Spilling their sex juices all over the sheets.

For a moment Leanne forgot that she needed to escape.  She had no idea being with another girl could feel so exciting!  Meownya knew exactly where to tease her.  Her clothes were long gone, she was buck naked, and her snow white elf skin belonged to Meownya.  And boy did she use it.  The cat-girl ran her tongue from the top of Leanne's neck down to her belly button.  And if that wasn't tantalizing enough, she ran her tongue all the way back up.  Meownya scurried about Leanne's body like a bug, kissing and biting her sensitive flesh.  She pinched her peach nipples until they turned red.  She planted so many hickeys on Leanne's body she started to look like a leopard. 

"Meownya knows you want to cum," said the sex-crazed pop star while pinching Leanne's clitoris. 

"Ah!  Ah!  Ngh!  Nnnggghhh!"  Leanne chewed her lip as hard as she could.  Anything to stop her from blasting pussy water all over the hotel room.

Things got rough when Meownya failed to make Leanne orgasm.  The cat girl nymph spanked Leanne's ass playfully.

"Ow!"  

"You deserve it for holding out on me!" 

Hanisson was bleeding but alive, forced to wait in the corner until Meownya was satisfied.  His pathetic attempts to stop her failed before he could get two words out.

Meownya went in hard, digging her clit into Leanne's.  To the point of pain.

"Meownya can feel it coming!" she said. 

Leanne was panting like an animal, clinging to her partner like she was a male lover.  Meownya untied her G-string.  It flopped off her hips and exposed her wet, furry pussy lips.  They stuck their tongues out and let them wrestle around and tease each other.  Meownya wrapped her red lips around Leanne's tongue and sucked it like a popsicle.

There were only three words that could describe Leanne's state of mind and all three were 'sex'.  Meownya possessed an incomprehensible amount of sexual stamina.  It was only sheer luck that Leanne had managed to hold back and orgasm for this long.

"Now it's time for games, meow!" 

It wasn't over.  Meownya grabbed some vibrators from her night stand and turned them on to full power.  They hummed like space shuttle engines. 

Meownya stabbed Leanne with them, teasing her nipples, boobs, stomach, crotch and neck at random.  All the nerve endings on the princess' body fired up and sent messages of lust to her brain.

"Aaahhh!  Aaahhh!"

The vibrators would stimulate one part of her body and then withdraw suddenly, aborting the pleasure.  It was torture.

Meownya turned the vibrators on herself for a little while, looking down on Leanne with a flushed face and dripping tongue. "Does Leanne think Meownya looks hot, meow?" 

It was back to conventional fucking soon enough.  Meownya mouth took one of the elf princess' soft pink nipples in her teeth and chewed.  Then the cat-girl grinded her pussy against Leanne's in fast little circles.  They both yelped every time their clits bounced off each other.  

"Nyyyaaa!" it was Meownya who came first. Her warm, watery love cascaded down Leanne's quivering thighs. 

"AAAHHH!"  The princess came too but she concentrated on restraining her pussy and succeeded in holding most of it in.

Meownya sat back on her loins and wagged her tail in satisfaction. "I came first, I have to be punished!"

She shoved a dildo up her snatch in one fluid motion.  And came again!

"No!  You're better than this!"  Leanne panted through though pink haze of lust clouding her mind.

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!

A violent knock on the door put a rather abrupt end to the bed games.  Meownya removed the dildo from her cunt making a loud squelch sound.

Hanisson got up to answer.

"Stay there!"  Meownya ordered.

A pull of her paw was all cat-slut needed to swing the door to her room open.  It was Merkhail who had knocked.  He was still cross-dressing as a girl so his façade remained intact, Meownya had no idea who he was.

Upon seeing the cat girl naked, the young lieutenant commented, "Um...Hi.  My name is Merk – I mean Mandy.  If this isn't the breast, er, best time for you to talk, I'll come back."

"Awesome, meow!  Threesome time!"  Meownya pulled him into the room violently. 

Leanne tried to warn her CO, "Merkhail!  It's her all along!  She's a pervert!"

Meownya lifted Merkhail's skirt.  The secret was out now, there wasn't a pair of panties in the universe that could hid a man as big as the lieutenant.

"It's a guy!  It's a guy!" Meownya chanted.

She grabbed his prick with her paw and rubbed it fast, "Up at and em', meow!  Let me see your little guy!"

"Whoa!  Whoa!" Merkhail wasn't going to get violent with a girl so he endured her actions, letting her massage his penis to full attention.  

Leanne felt another orgasm approach when she saw Merkhail's erect manhood for the first time.  It was just like she imagined - A full two inches bigger than most humans with a wide, glistening head.   If only Meownya wasn't there defiling it.  

He grabbed Meownya's shoulders and pinned her to the wall, "Enough!  You see Hanisson?  He needs a doctor!  Focus!"

Meownya opened her maw and bit his bottom lip with her fangs. 

It must of hurt like hell for Merkhail.  "Mfffggghh!"

"Stick it in me!  Make Meownya cum like a bitch again, meow!"

"Leanne!  A little help!"

There wasn't much Leanne could do for him, she was still recovering from a massive orgasm that kept her on her back.  But she rallied herself.  

She got her panties back on and grabbed her laser gun. "Back off, Meownya!"

The cat girl twisted Merkhail's arm against his back, incapacitating him.  Then she placed her fangs against his neck in a threatening fashion, ready to tear his jugular to shreds in a second. 

"Just get out of here!" said Merkhail, "I've got this!"

"But what about you?!"

"I'm your CO; you never have to worry about me!"

"Fuck me!"  Meownya shouted into Merkhail's ear.  It was her only demand.  And he looked like he was going to comply.

Leanne was livid at the thought of Merkhail making out with another woman.  But who knew how far Meownya would go if he refused.  Leanne reminded herself that she was a soldier and acted accordingly.  She helped Hanisson to his feet from the blood-soaked carpet and led him to safety.  

Just before leaving the room, she looked back to see her crush.  He had spun around and inserted himself inside of Meownya's wet and inviting sex-hole.  A splash in the carpet indicated just how inhumanely horny she was right now.  She took it against the wall, non-sensical words of ecstasy babbling from her mouth.

Leanne's skin burned, but now wasn't the time to be angry.  She'd deal with it later.

#

It was all over.  Leanne's fantastical dreams of stardom came to a sudden end as she retired from the pop-scene.  It wouldn't have lasted anyway, eventually people would have gotten tired of her.  Eventually she would have met a slow, painful demise like so many others, swallowed up by age and scandal.  At least in the military she had a future, and great friends to find it with.  

"The brass won't hear about any of this," said Merkhail, back wearing the clothing appropriate to his gender, "If anyone asks, we had engine trouble and had to stay on Hydra VI until it was fixed."

Reynami and Ania saluted and dismissed themselves from his office.  Leanne remained.  Using the creaking and clanking of the space ship to think about what she wanted to say.

"Something the matter Leanne?"

"Sir, you went through a lot to get me off of Hydra VI.  Why?"

Merkhail flipped through some papers on his desk, "3...4...5, what was I supposed to do?  Leave you there?"

The princess let out a breath of dissatisfaction and did an about face. "By the way sir, I thought you should know something.  My husband won't return any of my letters.  I haven't told anyone this but I'm not happy with my marriage right now."  

She waited to see what kind of response she'd get from Merkahil.

"I see.  Well, there's a marriage counselor onboard if you're interested."

Idiot.  Leanne left his office without another word.

#

"It's him!  It's him!" shouted Francine.

She was on Hydra VI standing in the streets of Moonlight Station.  Where the posters of a thousand intergalactic pop idols painted the sky.  The young half-breed was looking up at monitor that was playing footage of a recent concert.  There was no mistaking it; the singer was none other than Merkhail Denisuk.

Francine's deficient lungs struggled.  She drew her inhaler and sucked down a few puffs of medication.  Why was Merkhail dressed as a girl?  Did he fancy himself a trap or something?  Francine surely hoped that he hadn't gone totally insane like all the reports indicated.

A man with a wide smile plastered across his face – as well as a few bandages – came up behind Francine to explain.  "That was Mandy.  She was a short-lived pop star around here until she abruptly retired.  It was for the best, poor girl kind of looked like a guy.  If you look at her closely that is."

Francine heard opportunity knocking.  "What's your name sir?"

"Hanisson!"  the man smiled while shaking her hand.  "I'm a talent agent.  And I have to say, you look like quite a cutie.  What species are you?"

"I'm a mixture of human and Askarti."

Most alien species recoiled simply hearing the word Askarti.  They had a reputation for being the scourge of the universe.  Case and point – Francine's existence.

But this Hanisson guy wasn't repulsed by Francine.  And he knew Merkhail.  This was a rare opportunity.

#

Hanisson may have wanted to turn Francine into a pop idol, but it was obvious he wanted to screw her as well.  So she obliged by visiting his condo.

There wasn't much chivalry.  No obligatory small talk or free dinner.  No sooner did Francine get in the door did she strip down and get a fat one inside her snatch.  It was quite a relief actually, Francine was eighteen and cursed with a sex drive like all human females.  Usually her outward appearance turned off many male suitors so sex was a rare thing.  And really enjoyable when she got it.

He came buckets inside of her.  And without even asking first, what a scumbag.  It didn't matter to Francine, her eggs were so messed up she doubted she could ever have children.

Sweat ran down the half-breed girl's face, dripping down to her sharp little teeth and into her mouth.  

Hanisson wiped away the sweat on her breasts and massaged them.  "So what do you say?  Want to work for me?"

"That depends," said Francine, still in a post-orgasm haze, "Will you tell me where this Mandy girl went?"

"You know I can't do that.  It's a legal thing."

Francine's tongue shot from her mouth coiling around Hanisson's neck like a snake.  There was the usual look of terror on her victims face, that expression that said "Oh God what are you doing?"  Francine didn't care, all that matter was the information she wanted.

"Hare ith andy?" Francine asked.  It was difficult to talk with her tongue out of her mouth.

"I...I...I can't tell you!" Hanisson managed, struggling against her tongue.

Francine tightened her grip on him, "Do u ant to die?!"

Nobody wanted to die.  Francine released him once she was confident he's spill his guts about Merkhail's location.



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 04



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Author's Note:

I have to admit this is my least favorite chapter but I don't have time to re-write it and I need to post it in order to get to the better chapters.

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading.

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VOLUME THREE

It was such a peaceful night. Merkhail slept like a baby, a smile comically plastered across his face and his sheets wrapped about his gaunt body. Even when his consciousness began to slowly wake him, he was still content. Things were going so well on the Sarapatra, they were delivering cargo ten percent faster than before and High Command had sent him a communique with three mysterious words: Good job Lieutenant. It was much better than hearing the girls say it. Usually it came with a hint of sarcasm.

Merkhail rolled over to get out of bed.

"GAH!" he cried out in fright.

Like a room fixture, Ania was sitting in his corner chair, one leg over the other. Staring at him. Watching him.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!"

"Watching you." Ania said blandly.

"What the hell for?"

Ania shrugged. Her eyelids hung low over her eyes making her look as mellow as a mushroom. "I sometimes watch you. At night."

Her explanation added about ten extra points to the weird meter. And her follow up added twenty more, "It's nothing weird... I watch everyone while they sleep. You learn things..."

"Oh really?" Merkhail said while rubbing his eyes, "What's Leanne like?"

"She dreams that she's chasing bunnies..."

"And Reynami?"

"She dreams that she's chasing coc-"

"Enough!"

"Can you go back to sleep please?" Ania asked in the same, soft, monotone she always used.

"No! You leave first."

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"No!"

"Want me to rock you to sleep?"

Merkhail scratched his chin. This was going somewhere, he could tell. "Ania? Have you ever thought of having kids?"

"All the time. Can't while I'm in the Corps."

All Seraphim Girls were temporarily sterilized until they were released. So this was what Ania was thinking about. Perfectly natural truth be told, she was past twenty and in great shape. There was only one problem.

"Ania? Is that why you always stare at me?"

Ania cracked a thin smile, "You're eyes are blue, right?"

"Get out!"

#

The Sarapatra had just taken on twice the amount of cargo it was able to carry. The normal crewmen weren't able to keep up with it all, so Merkhail asked the Seraphim detachment if they could pitch in. They were board enough as it was, danger proved elusive at the moment. Not that Merkhail was complaining. But the spare time was causing problems. Reynami finally fulfilled her goal of sleeping with every man on the ship, all Ania did was follow Merkhail around staring at him, and Leanne was devoting more time to her karaoke.

Thanks to technological advances, moving heavy cargo didn't require machinery or strong workers. The Sarapatra had an arsenal of XK25 power gauntlets onboard, they allowed the wearer to lift up to four times what they normally could. Merkhail watched in awe ad Ania picked up a box twice her size and calmly place it elsewhere like an inflatable toy.

"Good job." said Merkhail.

Whoops, thought the young lieutenant. That was the last crate Ania had to move. She resumed staring at him like she usually did.

"...Stop staring at me!" Merkhail boomed. He must have said that a hundred times already, it never worked.

The doors to the cargo room opened with a low hiss. Merkhail spied Reynami walking towards him, looking as pissed as could be. She had a toddler tucked under both her arms.

Merkhail sputtered while suppressing her laughter, "Wow Reynami, you popped those out quickly."

"Bite me!" she barked. She set the kids down and arrested their attempts to run off, "Stay! Stay!"

The Sarapatra had a small daycare center for employees with children. Humans spent more time in space than they did on planets in today's day and age; every ship needed a daycare center.

"That damn daycare lady is out sick so they hoodwinked me into running the daycare." said Reynami.

"Look at it this way, it's good training for the future. In case you want a few babies down the road."

Reynami maintained a certain persona around Merkhail and he had managed to pick up on it. She wanted everyone to think she was cool and composed even in the worse situations. So whenever a situation like this arouse, she looked for a way to get back to that persona. Merkhail's mention of pregnancy and babies gave her the perfect opening.

"Oh, I'll be squeezing out babies all right," she said with a sinister smirk, "YOUR babies."

Merkhail laughed her joke off, "Fine, you can have my sperm. But it comes with OCD and a 50% chance of diabetes."

One of the rugrats tried to scamper away. Reynami grabbed his collar and returned fire, "I would expect the future father of my babies to sound a little more confident."

"Reynami, somewhere in the universe the future father of your babies just lifted his head from a puddle of vomit."

Princess Leanne found her way over to them, no doubt wanting to confirm her suspicion: Reynami really was babysitting toddlers.

"Reynami?" she asked dumbly.

"Don't talk to me unless you want my job."

Leanne didn't swoon over the kids like Merkhail expected her to. In fact, she stayed far away from them like she was scared.

"Everything okay your Highness?" Merkhail asked.

"Um, yeah...I have to go." She scampered off. 

"What was that about?" Reynami asked.

"That's my line," quipped the young lieutenant.

Merkhail returned his attention to the monumental task at hand. And the ships' captain was checking in every five minutes to make sure everything was alright. If so much as a single piece of cargo got damaged, the Sarapatra would be replaced by another more responsible cargo ship.

"Sir? Lieutenant Merkhail?" 

Speak of the devil; that was the captain's voice right now. 

"Everything is still okay captain," said Merkhail with a hint of frustration.

"I'm not calling about that. We just got a distress call from the planet below, apparently a civilian cruise liner crashed. Can you scramble the girls?"

Merkhail looked off to the side. Reynami and Leanne climbing onto crates to help stack them better. Leanne clamored to get higher, exposing her heart-shaped ass cheeks. One of the passing crew members lewdly spanked her. Reynami kicked him in the face.

"Can you give me more information?" Merkhail asked.

"Like what?"

"What species are aboard this cruise liner? Is anyone injured? Can the planet even sustain air breathing creatures like humans and elves?"

"Hey man, I'm just a cargo ship captain, the recruiter laughed at me when I tried to join the army. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

"Alright. Just keep the Sarapatra in orbit in case we need to leave quickly. Over and out."

Merkail rubbed his face and considered the angle he would attack this new mission from. He strolled over to the pile of crates Reynami and Leanne were standing on top of.

"Hey girls! Listen up! We've got a slight problem down on the planet. We need to check out a distress call, grab your weapons and meet me in the hanger."

Both Seraphim Soldiers nodded but didn't do anything. They had climbed quite high onto the pile of crates in the cargo bay. 

"...You two are stuck up there aren't you?" 

#

The planet below had no name, Leanne searched the computer logs for one and found nothing, which meant it was either uninhabitable, dangerous or both. 

Merkhail and the girls landed as close to the distress call as they could. The planet was overgrown with exotic jungle, before they landed Merkhail sent Reynami and Ania down in smaller crafts to plant explosives and blast out a clear patch of earth to land on. 

Merkhail stepped off the transport pod and got a nose full of jungle musk. It stuck to both the nostrils and the memory.  "Ugh, ever smelt a turd that's been sitting in a toilet for three days?"

Leanne stepped off second and caught the same foul stench. She wrinkled her cute little elf nose, "So the planet is one big piece of poop?"

Ania used a cloth bandage from her aid kit to clog her nose, "Kill me..."

Reynami had no pithy comment when she exited the pod. She just pinched her nose and pointed, "Distress call is coming from this way. Come on, maybe if we run the smell won't stick to our skin."

#

All four soldiers crawled through the oddly colored foliage. They all either got used to the smell or found ways to take their minds off it. Merkhail, for example, enjoyed watching the girls. Their skin was drenched with sweat from the heat and climbing over the jungle caused their leotards to slide into their butt cheeks. 

"Hey Leanne?" Reynami was cutting through some vines with her combat knife, "Why did you freak out when you saw those toddlers?"

The princess was busy trying to push a dead tree branch out of her way. "Ooofff! I didn't freak out and I don't want to talk about it."

Ania arrived to help Leanne move the dead tree. Resting under the tree was a dark hole that lead into the ground. As if noticing outside movement, a series of green tentacles shot out. They coiled around Leanne's wrists, then her waist. When she was properly secured, two more tendrils coiled around her boobs and squeezed.

"Ah! They always go for my boobs!" the elf princess sobbed.

Bang-Bang-Bang!

Merkhail blased the tentacles to bloody pieces, forcing them to retract into the hole from whence they came.

"Wow, clock the time. Leanne meets horny tentacles one hour after visiting a new planet. Now all that's left are slugs, robots and sentient rape-slimes."

"Question," said Reynami. "Why is Leanne scared of babies?"

"I'm not scared of them!"

Ania stumbled across a cluster of tentacles much like the ones that attacked Leanne. But she managed to dispatch them all with a few, lightning fast swipes of her combat knife. Merkhail used the distraction to change the topic of conversation, "Girls, not more chit-chat. We've got people to help."

"Well pardon me for lightening things up!" Reynami sneered sarcastically.

Merkhail spared a glance at Leanne. She had twigs stuck in her hair and she was desperately trying to pull them out. He wanted to know what her deal was too.

#  

There was a huge patch of broken trees where the crashed passenger ship lay crippled. It was almost as big as the Sarapatra. A small group of civilians were gathered around one of the ship's doors, constructing a make-shift shelter out of debris and tree branches. As Merkhail led the girls closer, he realized how misled he was. The distress call failed to mention that the stranded ship belonged to the elves.  Three came over to meet Merkhail's party. One thing that made the elf race stand out besides their ears was their hair, males always had black hair and females always had blonde. One particularly tall elf was dressed in attire too fancy for his environment, proof that his race valued appearance over everything else. 

He leapt flamboyantly towards Merkhail, "Call me Grace! Thank you for responding to our call!"

"Evening. Lieutenant Merkhail of the Sarapatra. 

You never told me you guys were elves."

Grace rubbed the back of his head in a nervous fashion, "Well, I know things between humans and elves are a little tense right now so I was worried you'd blast off if I told you the truth. Sorry about that." 

He noticed the three Seraphim girls and pranced over to meet them, "Oh, you brought some pretty flowers with you I see. Are they yours?"

Merkhail could only try to remain professional in front of an obviously unprofessional individual, "Oh, yes. From left to right, their names are Ania, Reynami and Leanne."

Naturally, Grace was drawn to Leanne, scrutinizing her from head to toe, "Wait a second, you're an elf!"

"Yes sir. I joined the Seraphim Soldiers about a year ago."

"What a brave thing you are! Here!" he produced a rose so fast Merkhail suspected it was magic, "For you, thank you for coming to help us you cute thing." Leanne giddily took the present and blushed. 

"Hey," Reynami pushed Leanne aside, "What about me? Do I get a rose?" Her poor manners and masculine stance appeared to be quite the turn off for Grace, he took three big steps back from her.

"I'm ready to get down to business if you are," said Merkhail in a stern but polite tone, "First things first, any damage to the engine?"

"Uh...don't know."

"What about the reactor? Are they Crytonium levels synchronized?"

"Uh...I think so."

Merkhail frowned, "Okay, I'm no good at this game so I'll start simple. Any injuries?"

"Only minor cuts a bruises. The females aboard ventured into the jungle to search for help about three hours ago, but sadly we haven't heard back from them." 

Ania began to poke Merkhail in the side. It was almost as annoying as her staring.

"What?!"

"Sarapatra has to leave orbit sir. noxious Fumes from the planet are screwing up life support systems."

Geez, the planet smelled even in space, thought Merkhail. He pointed to Leanne and Reynami, "You two sweep the area and see if you can find the women. Ania and I will stay here and try to fix up the ship."

"Wait a second," said Grace concerned.

"Don't worry, Ania is a great engineer."

"We need Leanne to stay here," said Grace in a rather uncompromising tone, "We have a nursery onboard and we don't have any women to watch the infants."

Merkhail really didn't want to change his game plan. Reynami and Leanne were great together in combat, Leanne's book smart style complimented Reynami's kill-everything approach well, "Can't you guys watch the babies?"

"Lieutenant," said Grace shyly, "We need a woman who can nurse the infants."

Merkhail scratched his head, "Leanne's not pregnant so she can't really do the breast feeding thing."

"Yes I can," said Leanne stepping forward. She was flushed, "I'm an Elf. I'm different from human women. Simply being around infants triggers the hormone for lactation."

So THAT was why she felt nervous around babies, she was worried she'd start lactating on the spot and embarrass herself in front of ignorant humans. 

The petite elf princess looked up at Merkhail for approval. But the lieutenant was more fascinated than anything else, "So simply being around infants is enough to make elf females lactate?"

"Yes sir."

There was a moment of awkward silence, the cawing and croaking of a thousand different jungle creatures saturated the air along with a foul smell that everyone was reluctantly getting used to. Merkhail had little room to go against Leanne's wishes, if she was the only one who could save the kids there wasn't a choice. 

"Alright.  Reynami and I will search the jungle instead. Everyone understand?"

It was a rhetorical question. Leanne walked into the crippled space ship with Ania, Grace tried to follow but Merkhail stopped him, "Whoa, whoa, how about we give her some privacy, huh?"

Grace flashed a dopey smile, "Oh, I would never peep like that sir."

#

The space ship was air conditioned and the sweat forming on Leanne's soft skin evaporated after only a couple minutes. She walked into the nursery and found six unattended babies in their beds, squirming around without a care in the world. Hopefully everything she learned in science class was correct, if Merkhail couldn't locate the missing females she was their only hope. They all looked so cute and innocent; she wanted to snuggle all of them.

"Hey guys," she said. She picked up the nearest baby and rocked him back and forth. Afterwards she made sure the nursery door was locked and unzipped her leotard, letting her firm bosom escape and fall into shape. The baby she was holding wasted no time, he locked onto her teat and tried to suckle. Nothing came out. 

"D-Don't worry," said Leanne trying to remain optimistic, "Just give me a little time, I'm not going to let you down."

#

"Is that true?" blurted Merkhail while romping through the steamy jungle with Reynami, "Do elf females really lactate simply by being around infants?"

"Elves brag about being the perfect race so they tend to exaggerate a lot of things. But if Leanne thinks it's true, it's true. Are you nervous or something?"

They both jumped across a small creek, hearing the animals scurry away, "We're helping a ship full of elves. I'm going to be nervous until this ordeal is over."

"You think they're going to blast off and take Leanne with them or something?"

"It's possible I supposed," said Merkhail. Leanne was an elf princess but she told him no one would recognize her. By law, her picture could not be unveiled to the public until she became queen. Protection against assassination attempts.

"Ugh, I'm so hot!" whined Reynami. She unzipped her leotard and pulled it down to her waist. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" Merkhail covered his eyes; her voluptuous rack was in full view.  Sweat was dripping off her nipples drop by drop. "Don't be so uptight sir; women have boobs in case you've forgotten."

"Of course I know that! But how would you feel if I suddenly dropped my pants in front of you?!"

What a stupid question. Reynami stalked towards him, shaking her bare chest and licking her lips, "I would l-o-v-e that sir."

The heat must have caused her to blow a fuse! She ran the tip of her tongue across Merkhail's neck, lapping up his sweat, "How do you like that?" She slipped a hand down his pants and located his member, quite engorged simply from looking at her bare chest. 

"Reynami? Do you know what you're doing?" Merkhail asked, worried this was some kind of elaborate trick. The horny Seraphim Girl rubbed her crotch against him. Her hot breath smelled so nice.

"So, uh..." Merkhail trailed off, she spread her legs and invited him in.  

"Screw it," he swung his penis into position and placed it on the wet entrance to her vagina. God knew hundreds of other dicks had already had the pleasure. 

"Jackass." Reynami said suddenly.

"...What?!"

She stepped back and re-dressed herself, turning off her libido like it were a switch, "I would never do that to Leanne."

"Do what? Wait a second!"

"Have sex with you before she did. Open your eyes dude! She loves you! And if you're worrying about her instead of Ania and I, that means you love her back!"  Merkhail's manhood was became sad and limp. He shook his head back and forth, "No, no, no! She's married!"

"Marriages end!"

"She's an elf!"

"So you're a racist now?"

The young officer threw his combination cap into the mud and shook the sweat off his long black hair, "Can we talk about this some other time? Please?!"

"You're such a guy! You have time to screw me but you won't talk about this?"

A flock of birds suddenly took flight a few feet away. The two soldiers hit the mud and drew weapons, they weren't alone.

#

Ania didn't care much about...anything honestly, and she especially didn't care about the ship she was ordered to repair. She was only doing it because it was an order. Grace, the tall eccentric elf Merkhail spoke to earlier, led her into the depths of the ship and into the engine room. He claimed that the planet's fumes were potentially sickening to humans so he asked that she get a special vaccination before anything else. Ania agreed, and then she demanded privacy while she worked.

Surprisingly, all the damages were easily fixable with the right amount of effort. Ania rolled her eyes and pitied the stranded civilians; if any of them had the slightest knowledge of mechanical engineering they could have fixed the ship themselves. 

Her radio crackled, "Ania? Darling? It's Grace, need anything?"

"Quiet..." said Ania immediately. "Don't call me darling."  "...Well okay, call if you're stumped."




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 04



Time passed, Ania made slow, steady repairs. The work was easy, almost too easy, how could such minimal damage keep them stranded for so long? She tried to radio Merkhail but he was too far away, all she got was static.

The needle mark on her arm throbbed. It gave Ania reason to pause and wonder why elves would be so considerate to humans. She worried that she was injected with something other than a vaccine.  

#

After an hour watching all the babies, Leanne's breasts finally began to do their job. Not only that, her rack had suddenly grown a full cup size bigger, there was no way her normal bra could contain her. It felt so weird to lug around the extra ounces on her chest. She carefully monitored the infants currently suckling her breasts, when their time was up she switched to a different infant to make sure everything was fair. They were all clamoring for a meal. "One at a time!" Leanne ordered while breaking up a baby scuffle. 

She could feel her milk flow at a steady pace through her ducts and out her swollen areola. She hoped she wouldn't run out too soon, there were a lot of hungry mouths. 

Ania called her via radio, "Leanne? Leanne?"

"Ania? Is that you? How are the repairs going?"

"...Problem."

Leanne's distraction allowed the infants to pile on top of her, she forcibly removed one from her boob after it's time was up, "I'm very busy right now! I'm not in the mood for your one-word sentences."

The door to the nursery slid open with a whirl and Ania walked in. Leanne saw the problem. Two problems actually. Ania's modest A cup bosom had swelled to an impressive C cup. She was playing with them like they were alien objects, no doubt wondering what the hell caused the growth spurt.

"Ania?! When the heck did you get boobs?!"

"Don't know..." She squeezed them a little. A dribble of milk came out of her left nipple and created a wet spot on her leotard. 

Leanne didn't know why Ania was lactating but at the moment she didn't care, she unzipped Ania's leotard and placed a baby onto her teat, "Here! You take one!" 

"W-Wait!" Ania had never fed an infant before, naturally she was apprehensive but Leanne was tired of doing everything herself.

Ania grinded her teeth, she took a seat with the baby and did something she had never done before: talked. "I'm so sick of this! This is so degrading!"

"Uh, are you...talking?"

"You're damn right I am! The Seraphim Soldiers are supposed to be Earth's elite fighting force with a duty to protect ships and save lives. But we're forced to wear these perverted rubber leotards and fight aliens that think we're cum dumps. And when we're not doing that, we're doing something stupid like breast feeding babies."

Leanne frowned, "But these babies need us, there's nothing - " 

"Shut up Leanne!" 

The elf princess obeyed, not familiar with Ania's stern tone. "Whoever is scripting our lives right now is a total pervert with no respect for women."

Awkward silence. 

Leanne tried to break the tension by tossing her boobs around playfully, letting the soft mounds bounce against each other and spin. "It's cool to have boobs as big as Reynami's though, huh?" She said trying to break the tension.

The grimace Ania gave her could burn a person from the inside out. "Grace? Grace!" Ania shouted into her radio, "Where are you? We need to talk!"

The door suddenly opened.

#

Merkhail ejected an empty magazine from his handgun and slammed in a fresh one. He and Reynami were in quite a tough spot; their chatter had awoken a particularly disagreeable creature dwelling in the jungle. It stood eight feet tall on four muscular legs. Saliva dripped from its fangs and a single red eye rolled from side to side in its oval shaped head, locating the source of its frustration. Its slimy skin was too thick for laser bolts to penetrate so Merkhail broke out his shell gun, but even .45's didn't have the velocity to inflict pain.

Reynami drew a long knife from a holster across her butt and charged. She swung and missed. Her second swipe connected but the monster's blubbery skin absorbed the slice. It knocked her down.

"Damn it!" Merkhail had no clue how to stop the creature. With Reynami pinned, the monster's massive dick shot out from the folds of its skin. It was nine feet long and already seeping pre-cum from its bulbous tip. 

"Why does everything in the universe want to fuck me?!" Reynami shouted. The monster clumsily made an attempt to insert it's dick into her but it missed and managed to hit Reynami in the face, leaving a smatter of steaming semen on her cheek.  

"I'll bet the women from Grace's ship ran into this thing too," said Merkhail. "Close your eyes!"

She obeyed. Merkhail took careful aim and shot the monster's eye out, showering Reynami with foul green blood. Naturally it withdrew in pain; the Seraphim Girl got to her feet and plunged her knife into its soft belly skin, spilling its guts.    

"Hah! Only a human woman could pull that off!" yelled Reynami watching the creature die. "Elf women like Leanne don't have the same upper body strength as human women. Say, can I get a promotion for this sir?"

Merkhail didn't answer; he was dwelling on what Reynami had said. She was right, but not about the promotion thing. He took his cap off and scratched his head, "Elf females aren't as physically strong as human females?" Made sense, he always saw Leanne struggling with heavy equipment.

"Yeah, she told me," Reynami wiped the blood from her face, "Ugh, stinks like hell."  "Wait a second; Grace said the women went to search for help."

"Yeah? So?"

"If YOU had to send someone out to search a hostile planet, why would you pick the weaker gender?"

Reynami's brow sunk so low it swallowed half her eyes, "Did you just call my gender weak? I'll kick your ass off the planet bitch!"

"No, no, I'm just saying it doesn't make any sense. The elf women should have been left behind with the infants while Grace and the men searched for help. That's the only logical plan! So why didn't it happen?!"

Merkhail was just asking that to hear his own voice. Reynami's eyes went from side to side as she put the pieces together. They trampled the foliage in a mad dash to get back to the ship; there were never any elf females to begin with!

#

Leanne and Ania were trapped. Grace and his confederates encircled them like predators and laughed.

"What's going on Grace?" said Leanne covering her exposed breasts. 

Grace pointed to Ania. "Well, I injected her with hormones. Human women don't lactate unless their pregnant for some reason. I wasn't going to let you breast feed all alone Leanne."

With a slick, fast finger Grace unzipped Ania's leotard, getting a good look at her plump new mounds. "Pervert!" she spat. 

Grace smiled and put his hands behind his head, "Okay, okay, I lied. We're not a civilian cruise liner and we never had women on board to begin with. We kidnapped these brats; they're the kids of high ranking elf politicians who were stupid enough to let us take care of them while they went to campaign." Grace high fived one of his felon friends. "Of course...it would have been the perfect plan if I hadn't crashed the ship."

"Perfect plan? What are you trying to do?" asked Leanne.

Grace pointed to himself, "I've always wanted a career in politics. I'm sure they can make me a senator or something in return for getting their kids back."

Leanne inched away scowling, she took pride in her elf heritage and it hurt to see her own people act in such nefarious ways. "But when you made your escape you forgot that infants need to be fed," she said.

"Yeah, we screwed up on that part. So we faked this crash to lure people in. We were lucky to score and elf female but as you can see with Ania, we can make any pretty girl into a baby feeder." 

Ania drew her laser gun and shot the nearest elf in the arm. The blast was so hot it cauterized the wound before a drop of blood was spilled. Leanne made a break for the exit but Grace swooped her off her feet, "Hold on there, I can't let you run off so fast."

Leanne punched and kicked him, "Let me go!"

Grace's men disarmed Ania and tied her hands together. He addressed them casually, "Do what you want with her."

"No problem boss!" they all shouted. 

#

Leanne tried hard to get out of Grace's arms while he carried her to his quarters on the ship. He threw her into his bed and jumped on top of her, "We're both elves right? It'd be a crime if we didn't get it on."

She kicked him square in the crotch and used the moment to run for the door. Grace grabbed her leotard and tore it off so smoothly, she was stark naked by the time she reached the door. "Kya!" she covered herself timidly.

Grace marched over and kissed her roughly; paying no heed to all the punches she threw. "Get off!" cried Leanne in between kisses. He squeezed the milk from her breasts like they were toys, then walked his fingers south down her abdomen. He twirled his finger up in her blonde pubic hair. He kissed her again, this time softer. Leanne hated to admit that it felt really good, she couldn't remember the last time she made out with another elf. His saliva was just the right flavor and his smell was making her womb pulsate. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down her neck in a torturous fashion, making her coo, "N-No...stop...You're making me hot..."

Grace's penis was pressing against his trousers, ready to tear through the fabric. He let it out and showed it to her, pressing it against her stomach, "Come on, you know you want to."

Leanne collapsed to the floor. Grace stayed with her, kissing and nipping all over her naked body, dabbing her sensitive places with his fingertips. He massaged the base of her left breast, slowly working up to the stiff nipple and squeezing out a jet of milk.  

By the time Leanne realized her womanhood was exposed to his prick, it was too late. Grace slid into her inch by sensual inch, going all the way to the hilt. Leanne's body shuddered violently with the power of an unexpected orgasm, her toe nails dug into the metal floor. Even though he was forcing herself upon her, her vaginal walls were sucking greedily on his member. Her attempts to push him away faded with every thrust he made into her, she couldn't ignore the pleasure of sex with her own kind.  The pace in which he moved his dick kept changing, she couldn't concentrate. At times he was rapidly shoving it in and out, at other times he made love to her slowly. He took one of her boobs in his mouth and gently sucked until her milk seeped out. "Ah! Don't drink my mil — Gah hah!" His cock slammed against the entrance to her uterus, turning the rest of her sentence into horny gibberish.

After that it was back to normal sex, a half hour had passed and he showed no signs of letting up. Leanne got hold of herself and glared at Grace, making it perfectly clear she hated him for what he was doing. 

"Oh yes," said Grace playing with her sweaty blonde hair, "Get all angry with me. It makes the sex so much better. You're so going to be my wife when we get out of here."

"As if!"

Grace banged her a little faster, "Say that again won't you?"

She tried, but all that came out was, "St – ah! N – Oh!" and "Don – Ooh!" How humiliating, her enemy was in complete control of her. Grace picked her up by the legs and held her in the air, all the while making sure his dick never came out. Leanne bounced about in the air like a sex doll. Her love juices dripped to the floor and made a puddle, proof of how into this she really was. 

"On the count of three I want you to cum," instructed Grace, "One..." 

Leanne closed her eyes and tried to do math problems in her head, anything to resist the pleasure. 

"Two..." 

His pace picked up, his dick head stretched the rough lining of her pussy in every direction. 

"And three!" 

"Ah!" Leanne gushed just like she was instructed to, her warm, princess caliber cum dripped down Grace's penis, coating his balls. She panted like a dog, unsure if she could survive another orgasm. How was Grace holding out for so long? As flamboyant as he was, he knew how to have sex with a woman. And he wasn't done, he resumed tormenting her pussy.

He pulled out his communicator, "Time to blast out of here guys! Let's go"

Leanne would have fought to stop him but at that moment, he came. "Aaaaaah!" she screamed into Grace's shoulder. Warm and familiar elf semen flooded her insides, sending her into orbit before the ship.

#

"Merkhail! Look out!"

Mere seconds after Reynami called out that warning; the greenery around Merkhail was uprooted and tossed into the air. A hail storm of branches, dirt and plants rained down on him as Grace's space ship blasted off the planet and out of their reach.  The young lieutenant kicked and punched air, "Son of a bitch! I knew this was going to happen!" He drew his shell gun and fired up at the ship in vain.

The Sarapatra had to leave orbit earlier, by the time it got back Grace would be off the radar. Ania and Leanne were gone.

Reynami was angrily barking into her communicator, demanding the Sarapatra to return at double speed but Merkhail knew that wouldn't be enough. His hands balled into tight fists and his skin burned, this was much worse than anything he and the girls had went through before. And unlike Leanne's ordeal on Hydra II, he wasn't sure he could get her out of this bind.

Reynami put a hand on his shoulder, "The captain of the Sarapatra wants to get Ania and Leanne back too, but he want' to know what to do about all the cargo we're scheduled to deliver?"

There was a pause. Merkhail's expression was answer enough.

"Understood sir." Reynami addressed the Sarapatra, "To hell with the cargo! We're going after Grace!"



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 05



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Author's Note:

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading. 

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VOLUME FIVE

Out in the deepest region of space was a much sought after planet with a single city free of crime and pollution – Hera Major. It was very chic with a warm population that tolerated almost every species in the universe no matter how feral or infamous. The tranquility made it a popular wedding location, people paid good money to have a ceremony in the historic city of Mayberry, even more to have it in Saint Mayberry Church. And who could blame them? It was a solid granite behemoth built three centuries ago and even after all those years it retained its archaic charm. It stretched five stories into the blue sky catching the sunlight in its stained glass windows. 

With popularity came secrets. Saint Mayberry was headquarters to a specific school of nuns called the Order of Mayberry, warriors who defended the planet from invasion and sin. Made up of only virgin women, the Mayberry Nuns were as much an attraction as the church itself. They wore traditional black robes which concealed an arsenal of weapons and body armor in case of trouble. 

And one night there was a great deal of trouble. Something crashed onto the planet and invaded the church with bad intent. The Mayberry Nuns responded but found their usual tactics useless; they were up against something far superior to laser guns and swords. It was a full moon night when the sounds of pitched battle radiated from the church.

Two nuns ran for their lives towards the exit. Their robes were torn and tattered, their weapons were broken. Dried blood dotted their inner thighs, proof that the battle had cost them their innocence. 

"We're almost there!" shouted Sister Katherine, a young and new member of the order. Her eyes were wide and innocent, more innocent than she herself was at the moment; the tears she wept when she lost her virginity were still dry on her cheeks.

The doors were in sight, both nuns exchanged hopeful glances. Suddenly, squirming tentacles shot out from the darkness and ensnared them both. The broken warriors screamed in terror, the nun following Katherine tried to slash at the tentacles but her broken sword only had ten inches of blade left. 

Katherine sobbed when the stinky and slimy fronds caught up with her and dragged her away from the exit. The evil alien wasn't done exploring her once pure womanhood. 

"Someone help us! Anyone! Sister Margaret! Help!" Her mouth was filled with rancid wet tentacle flesh. Both nuns were dragged across the floor and into the darkness. Their screams melted together with the moans of a dozen virgins in ecstasy.

#

Leanne had been kidnapped along with her comrade Ania by a gaggle of lawless elves. Their leader, Grace, was holding onto her like some kind of pet, ranting on and on about how pretty and sexy she was. His master plan was to blackmail his way into politics but he had become side-tracked as of late. After cumming inside her for the millionth time, he suddenly blurted, "Let's get married! I know the perfect place!"

Next thing Leanne knew she was on Hera Major getting mushed through the streets of Mayberry up to the Saint Mayberry Church. Ania was still on the ship, most likely satisfying Grace's cohorts with her petite body and taciturn cuteness. The last thing Leanne wanted to do was marry a man like Grace, a hopeless romantic who knew even less about romance than he knew about women. Leanne wanted nothing more than to leave the planet still single. Her wish looked like it would come true when the reached the church.

"Closed?" said Grace distraught. "Mayberry church is closed? How can this be?"

The police officer blocking his way shrugged, "Don't ask me, the Mayberry Nuns run this planet. Sister Margaret is their commander and she says no one can use the church until she says they can."

Grace pouted like a little kid and led Leanne away, "Oh dear, oh dear. Why does life stand in the way of our love?"

Leanne bounced around, "I don't love you, you creep! All you do is rape me!"

Grace didn't even respond, he was looking around the busy city for a solution to his problems, "Maybe I can talk to this Sister Margaret."

"Are you listening to me?! I hate you Grace! I wouldn't marry you if you were the last elf in existence!"

"You really mean it?" Grace only paid half attention to Leanne, hearing what he wanted to hear, "I'll love you for all of existence too! Give me a kiss!"

Yuck! Thought Leanne tasting his lips yet again. If someone didn't save her soon she was going to lose her mind. 

#

The cargo ship Sarapatra was hot on Grace's trail, abandoning all other missions give chase. Merkhail had been up for three straight days, Reynami had to force him into his room at gunpoint for sleep. He crashed into bed stressed and tired, wondering if he was ever going to see Leanne again. What a strange attachment he felt to the little elf princess. Maybe Reynami was right, maybe he really was in love with her. 

"Merkhail! Lieutenant!" Reynami banged on his door.

Merkhail reluctantly dragged himself from his sheets and opened it. Reynami shoved a pile of dildos and vibrators in his hands, some still wet with her pussy juice. 

"Oh my Christ!" Merkhail bellowed. "Find a damn husband already!"

Reynami's eyes were wide and her whole persona screamed terror and panic. It wasn't like her at all, she was always so cool. 

"Did you hear? The Order of Mayberry is coming aboard!" she wailed.

"The what?"

"The Mayberry Nuns! Their ship is demanding to dock with the Sarapatra and our captain gave in! Those crazy nuns can arrest any woman they want if they think she's immoral or indecent!"

"So why am I holding a pile of used dildos?!"

"They can't know how slutty I am, if they ask, tell them I'm a virgin."

Merkhail exploded in laughter, his legs struggled to hold his weight, "You?! A virgin?! Ha, ha, ha!" 

"You want them to arrest your best front line fighter? I'm the most immoral and horny woman this side of the galaxy! You don't know how uptight and conservative those women are!"

"Of course I know, I'm a conservative too, you know. I thought about joining the Mayberry Nunnery as an auxiliary for a while."

The brunette Seraphim Girl looked at him cockeyed like a mess hall dish that smelled spoiled. "You are? You did?"

"Yeah."

"But...wow. With all the things we're gone through, all the times I've been butt raped by aliens... None of that stuff bothers you as a conservative?"

"You read my personnel file, I'm insane."

"Oh, right."

Merkhail dumped all of Reynami's late night toys onto his bed, "Fine, I promise I'll keep your um...hobbies a secret. When are the sisters coming aboard?"

"I think they're aboard now! Wait here, you have to hide the rest of my vibrators."

A woman clad in black came up behind Reynami, "Oh my, someone enjoys sins of the flesh a little too much."

It was Sister Margaret, leader of the Mayberry Nuns. She was very tall with dark green hair flowing down her back, indication that she wasn't quite human. Her nun robe concealed her features but Merkhail pegged her to be a 21 year old size 6 with a C cup bust. Her eyes were jade and sharp; her pale skin was sleek, flawless, untouched. She was a virgin and not afraid to flaunt it.

Reynami opened her mouth. What spilled out were farces. "I, um, I have to go! I have to...go pray and junk... Bye!"

She scampered off. 

"What was that about?" Margaret asked Merkhail.

"Reynami is a very spiritual girl, she prays every day. Like a bunny some say."

Margaret wasn't an idiot; her stern 'don't bullshit me' expression pulled the truth out of him. "She thinks you're going to arrest her for...praying too much."

Margaret put two fingers on her temple, "On any other day I would, but I'm afraid bad news brings me here. Can I borrow you for a little while?"

"Sure, come on in." He closed the door to his room and activated his lamp, dulling the natural light of the stars beyond his window. 

Sister Margaret took a seat on his bed and sighed deeply, "The church in Mayberry was attacked. Something repulsive has made its home there. We tried to fight it off, but we lost."

Merkhail noticed the guns and swords concealed under Margaret's robe and remembered that the Mayberry nuns were on the same playing field as Seraphim Girls, so whatever this threat was; it must have been strong to resist the nuns.

"And you want my help?"

"You wanted to join the Mayberry nuns at one time, right? I remember your application."

Merkhail walked across his room, "Yes, I also remember you turning me down because I was a man."

"Pity isn't it? You're well-spoken and you have such silky long hair; you would have made a great woman."

She said it in such a praising tone that Merkhail had a hard time being angry, "Er...thank you. Well, you caught us at a bad time I'm sorry to say, two of my girls just got kidnapped."

"Yes, I know. Grace, the outlaw elf."

"You know about that?"

"He's in Mayberry this very moment. Nothing goes on in that city that I don't know about. He was trying to marry one of your girls in the church but we've closed it down until the vermin can be killed off." Margaret twirled some of her green hair with her finger and looked him in the eye, "If you haven't caught my drift, I'm attempting to push both of our goals closer together. You have to come to Mayberry to save your friend, why not help us in the process?"

"Okay, I see," the young lieutenant nodded and agreed to help, he had never known a Mayberry nun to lie. "I just have one request."

"Yes?"

He pointed to the pile of dildos and vibrators Margaret was ignorantly sitting next to, "Please don't arrest Reynami, I swear she's seeing a therapist about all that."

#

The Mayberry Church basement was pitch black, no matter how long the captive nuns waited, their eyes never adjusted. Sister Katherine was just one of the many women who fought the alien menace that had landed on their home planet. The monsters spewed mucus all over their laser guns, jamming the mechanisms. And now they were all captives.

The creatures resembled bloated slugs with thick, enamel skin, only their bellies were soft and vulnerable. The sisters killed two of them but the other five were too much to handle, they ensnared them all with tentacles housed in their mouths, stripped them down to their modest underwear and taught them what their love tunnels could do. 

The monster that got Katherine secured her to its belly with its sticky slime. From there it ballooned a puffy penis which slipped past her alabaster labia with the help of its slick pre-cum. Katherine kicked her legs to no avail; dick meat filled her from mons to uterus. The sex lasted for late into the night, the thing's penis would slide all the way in and then all the way out, it was mathematical, no stuttering or change in speed. 

The other sisters that had fallen victim were in similar positions, moaning and purring like they were in love with the new sensations they were feeling. Katherine bounced up and down on alien belly flesh, strings of thick slime clung to her arms and legs, they tethered her to the predator and prevented her from doing anything but satisfy its urges. 

Katherine's body was on fire; her face was flushed bright red. The alien-worm's head was resting right behind hers and the tentacles flowing out from its maw slithered like snakes and caressed her neck. 

"S-Stop, I-It feels really good!" Katherine babbled. The tongue tentacles on her neck slipped past her painted lips, coiling around her tongue and pouring foul saliva into her mouth. 

"Mfph!" Katherine closed her eyes as an inevitable orgasm shot through her sweaty body, constricting her already tight cunt around the thing's penis. Warm jelly erupted inside her; it could have only been semen. And today wasn't a safe day for Katherine.

The alien's belly fat contracted and rolled Katherine's body around so she was face down. Her face sank into five inches of belly slime, it almost drown her. When she lifted her face, lathered in suffocating goop, the tentacles protruding from the alien's head raped her mouth more.

Due to the intensity of her last orgasm, the nun's puckered and moist butt hole was still pulsating, opening and closing uncontrollably. Her enemy's dick shot inside during one of the opening motions.

"Gah!" Katherine's back arched into a "U" shape instantly. How filthy, she thought, her own pussy juices, transferred to the alien's dick were now lubricating the walls of her anus. 

Her bosom heaved inside her bra; the last bit of cloth left on her body. Slime collected in her bra cups, creating a cool sensation that drew her nipples out. This along with her unexpected love for anal sex sent her to new levels of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out like a dog's, it was an expression that had no place on a nun's face, "Harder! Deeper! Break me!"

As if responding to her unconscious desire, the alien slammed it's penis into her ass faster and faster. "Don't stop! I want this!" Katherine focused on relaxing her anal muscles in order to accept more of the alien's girth. In and out. In and out. In and out. She was about to break like a toy and she didn't care one bit.

A pack of senseless words poured from her mouth, riding the river of orgasmic pleasure that traveled her body head to toe. Before cumming, the alien pulled out of her ass and propelled globs of thick sperm onto her bare back, reaching all the way up to the white and black wimple covering her hair. Katherine breathed as deeply as her lungs would allow. The monster was soon to recover and start again; she needed to rest while she could. She tilted her head to the side and saw her nun robes on the dirt ground, covered in slime and cum. That one sight was enough to tell the story of her downfall.

Katherine was flipped onto her back again. She laughed to herself in giddy glee; the monster was going to pleasure her even more. "Don't wait! Stick it in again! I'm ready!" Katherine wasn't in control of her own vocabulary. It was time to see how much her nubile, sex-starved body could take.

She felt a dull pain in her abdomen. No, not her abdomen, her uterus. A thin, sickly smile formed on Katherine's face as she realized she was pregnant. What better way to commemorate a night of such great pleasure. 



#

Things for Leanne went from bad to worse on Hera Major. Grace had muscled his way into the Mayberry church, locked the doors and slapped a wedding dress on her. It was only him, Leanne and about six of his shady confederates reluctantly putting on a haphazard wedding. They didn't look the slightest bit enthusiastic about the whole deal.

"What about the ransom money for the kids, Grace?" one asked, "And what about blackmailing our way into politics?"

"This will only take a minute," said Grace, frustration in his voice. 

Leanne rolled her eyes, what a thing to say in front of a woman during the most important day of her life. At least she wasn't alone in her suffering; Ania was there dressed up like a little flower girl with a frown that told everyone she hated life. One of Grace's more lanky men felt compelled to change her outfit.

"Why a flower girl?" Grace asked, "You have a Lolita complex or something?"

The man combed Ania's hair like she were a doll, "Duh, huh, huh, yeah," he laughed.

Grace looked away flexing his eyebrows, "Whoa that's creepy. Alright, we're ready to begin!" he took Leanne by the arm and pulled her up to the empty alter, "Now all we need is that guy who does the thing with the...what do you call it?"

"He's called a priest you moron!" shouted Leanne.

"Whoa, save the yelling until after we're married. Man, why are human weddings so complicated? All elves need is an ordained temple maiden."

"How is that any different from human weddings?" screamed Leanne while trying to get away. "I can't believe I'm going to marry such a perverted idiot! I'm out of here!"

Leanne picked up her wedding dress and clip-clopped towards the exit.

The guy combing Ania's hair pointed, "Uh-oh, we've got a runner boss!"

Grace easily caught up with Leanne and threw her over his shoulder. Her dress came up, exposing her silky white bridal lingerie and garters.

"Whoa, awesome panties." Grace quipped while spanking her jiggling ass cheeks.

One of his men spoke up, "Question. Why do you think the nuns closed this church in the first place?"

Grace set Leanne down beside him. "Beats me." 

"What if they find out we're here? Won't they arrest us?"

Grace laughed to himself like an adolescent boy looking and a dirty magazine, "Arrested by nuns? I could go for that!"

The wooden floorboards beneath Leanne's feet shook rather violently, throwing her off balance. An earthquake? Leanne wiggled her pointed ears, "Does anyone hear that?"

"Hear what, my love?"

Thanks to Reynami, Leanne was familiar with what an orgy sounded like. And right now it sounded like one was happening beneath the floorboards.

#

The Sarapatra broke through the atmosphere of Hera Major and made a forced landing in Mayberry. Merkhail, Reynami and Margaret disembarked and rendezvoused with the few remaining Mayberry nuns willing to carry on the fight for their church. Just like Margaret, they were young and attractive, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect bodies. And to think none of them knew what it was like to have an orgasm. In Merkhail's wildest dreams, he'd give private lessons to all of them. 

#

They all walked into the shadow of Saint Mayberry church. "That's odd," said Margaret. The doors to the church floor were locked, "I closed this place to the public. Is someone in there?"

Merkhail made sure his boots were tied correctly, "Only one way to find out. Step back." He kicked the door in as hard as he could. It gave way with a terrible crunching sound. Revealed to him was a ire-inducing sight, Grace and Leanne were standing at the altar, looking back at him in awe. Well, Leanne was in awe, Grace just looked pissed. 

"Merkhail?" said Leanne happily.

"Grace!" Merkhail yelled.

"You!" Grace barked.

The nuns fell in on Merkhail's right, laser guns and swords drawn. Grace's men lined up too with their own weaponry. The situation was tense and Merkhail intended to resolve things without everyone shooting each other to bits. 

Oh screw it, he thought. He wiped out his .45 shell gun and shot off a bit of Grace's black hair.

The sounds of a dozen laser guns blasting away deafened Merkhail's ears. Since the benches within the church were steel, everyone used them for cover. But every bench looked alike, it was impossible to know who was where at any given time. 

Merkhail and Sister Margaret somersaulted behind a bench of their own. 

"We don't have time for this! My girls need to save their ammo for the aliens!"

The lieutenant squeezed off a few rounds, feeling the recoil carry his gun upward. "Reynami! Reynami!"

She was across the church using one of the benches to steady her laser rifle, "I'm very busy sir!"

"I need you to –" The sounds of gunfire buried his words.

"What?! I can't hear a damn thing you're saying lieutenant!" yelled Reynami frustrated.

Laser bolts blasted holes in the walls and floor. This was bad, the church wasn't big enough for such an intense gun fight, damn his recklessness. Sister Margaret bravely revealed herself from cover. When a bad guy stood up to shoot her, she beat him to the punch and dropped him with a single shot to the chest.

"Margaret! Get down!"

She obeyed, but not before a laser bolt struck her in the shoulder. "Don't worry," she said dabbing away the blood. "I think my armor took most of it."




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 05



The window above Merkhail got shot out with a loud bang, showering him with shards of stained glass.

"Gah!" he felt the sting of sharp glass on his skin, "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Nun and Officer got closer together for cover, her chest squished against his arm, leading his mind to places it shouldn't be in a battle. God, Margaret was even sexier in a fight!

There was no hope of getting to Leanne; Grace had her in his eccentric claws. Merkhail didn't have a clear shot. 

The floor shook violently.

"What the hell?" asked Merkhail.

Long, thick tentacles broke through the wooden floorboards and spiraled up to the ceiling. Bits of broken wood flew through the air. 

"Let me guess, these the aliens you were talking about?" asked Merkhail rhetorically.

Both he and Margaret jumped away as the tentacle shot down at them like a flying harpoon. Other tentacles flailed about the room wildly without rhyme or reason. One ensared one of Grace's men and pulled him under the floor and into the basement. Merkhail wondered how long it would take the alien to figure out he didn't have a snatch. 

The young lieutenant ran across the room, shooting every round in his magazine. He jumped over a writhing tentacle and ejected an empty clip, reloading in mid-air.

"Fancy!" yelled Grace, "Stop trying to impress my new wife!"

Merkhail shouted back, "She's not your wife! She's...she's..." 

Reynami stared at him, waiting to hear those important words. 

"She's not your wife Grace! She's going to be my wife one day! Choke on this!" he shot Grace in the leg. It was only a glancing hit but with any luck it would help Leanne escape.

The tentacles interfering with the battle were too intrusive, Margaret ordered everyone upstairs to the library. Grace and his men followed.

#

The library was dotted with solid wood bookcases filled with musty smelling codexes. Strategically, nothing had changed, there were a plethora of things to hide behind. Merkhail caught a glimpse of Leanne; poor thing had to run around in a bulky white wedding dress, stained red with Grace's blood. 

Margaret took off past Merkhail's left flank. She skidded across the floor on her back in action-hero fashion, shooting two laser pistols at once. She landed a hit on one of Grace's men. The force knocked him out the window. That made three kills total, just about fifty percent of Grace's manpower. Meanwhile, Merkhail's side had only suffered minor wounds. The Mayberry Nuns sure had some good body armor. 

"So you love Leanne too?" shouted Grace over the laser gun fire, "Well, show her how much then!"

Merkhail heard a sequence of loud thumping sounds. He figured it out, Grace had knocked over a bookcase and it was knocking over the others like dominos. 

"Lieutenant!" 

Margaret tackled him away and saved him a concussion. And if things weren't bad enough, the same tentacles that had broken through the floor below them shot up through the second floor like rockets. Wood splinters flew in all directions like shrapnel. Exactly how long were these tentacles? How big were the monster's that owned them?

The Mayberry nuns were outmatched; they shot a few fronds to pieces before being picked off and dragged screaming into the basement. 

"Kyaa!" A tentacle coiled around Margaret's leg and hoisted her five feet into the air. Merkhail reacted but the tentacle was wiggling all around like worm out of the ground, difficult to hit even with a shell gun. 

"Damn it! Just... Hang on for a sec Margaret!" he shouted. Before he could shoot her free, he had to fend off Grace. He had managed to get a clear shot at him from across the library. With no bullets left in his gun, Merkhail whipped his pistol and sent the empty magazine flying. It cracked against Grace's head, staggering him.

Margaret's robes were lifted up and her skirt was torn to little shreds. A normal woman would be showing panty right now, but instead of panties the fighting nun sported some kind of armored get up, bikini briefs made of bolted metal plates. 

"You wear armored panties?!" Merkhail shouted up at her, not quite believing what he was seeing. "How do you piss?!"

"Gawk while you can sinner!" Margaret shot back.

Try as they might, the tentacles could not break through her impregnable underwear; they pulled her metal panties in every direction and got nothing. One tentacle rammed her crotch, determined to take her coveted virginity.

Grace dragged Leanne to the last defendable piece of the library and took pot shots and Reynami, who was faithfully keeping Merkhail covered while he worked to save Margaret. Reynami's whole body jerked backwards as she took a laser bolt to the stomach. Good thing her leotard protected her from such things, she got back up with nothing more than a bruise.

There was a horrid sound of cracking wood. Merkhail looked at his feet and saw splinters run between his boots like cracks in ice. The whole second floor was about to give out. Before he could even shout a word of warning, he was airborne along with everyone else. He, Grace, Leanne, Ania, Reynami, Margaret, everyone was free falling. The entire church collapsed in on itself in a blizzard of debris.

#

Merkhail felt cold. Mud clung to the bare neck skin that peeked out from his greatcoat. He was in the church basement, face down in a pool of blood. Upon lifting his bruised face and taking a look at his body, he discovered it wasn't his own blood. Grace had landed close by...onto a sharp plank of wood that skewered his chest.

"G...G-Grace?" Every inch of Merkhail's body ached; his legs were throbbing so bad it felt like they could explode at any moment. Grace fared worse, he was breathing his dying breaths. His once beautiful hair was stained crimson.

"I'm dying aren't I?" he asked weakly.

"Don't worry," Merkhail tried to find the first aid kit in his uniform. "Shallow breaths. Can you taste blood?"

"Oh, forget it Merkhail, I'm already dead. I guess it's what I deserve."

Merkhail retorted, "Shove it. You're a bad guy. Bad guys don't have come to Jesus moments."

"I kidnapped innocent babies and Princess Leanne all so I could become a politician. No, who am I kidding? I did it all for attention. I guess that's all I ever wanted."

Merkhail tried to stem the bleeding. It was no good; the spear of wreckage had sliced Grace's spine, the tiny first aid kit he had couldn't hope to save him. Damn it. He watched Grace's face lose its color.

"Merkhail? You love Princess Leanne don't you?"

"Geez. Yeah, I guess I do. That's what everyone tells me anyway."

"Good. Take care of her then, if there's any human in this universe who deserves her, it's you..." And that was the last thing Grace ever said.

Merkhail became aware of the rest of the basement after losing the elfin criminal. The women were in a bad way at the hands of the aliens Sister Margaret spoke of. They were like massive eight foot long slugs, fastening their female victims to their bellies and tormenting their flesh. Dozens of young women moaned and groaned, cumming and climaxing like a pornographic symphony. 

Ania was on her back, her face as apathetic as anything. A single tongue-tentacle ran up and down her front, drawing a silver trail of slime on her. The buttons on her flower girl dress were undone one by one. Once her bare A-cup chest was exposed the real teasing began. Her small but malleable breasts were fondled; tentacles coiled around them and squeezed until they were more than twice the normal size. Now that her nipples were stimulated and exposed, the tentacles came up to them like cobras and began to rapidly tap the tips. Ania began to give in, her face turned bright red but to her credit she hadn't let out so much as a single moan. 

New tactic. Tentacles twisted her nipples round and round like screws. They pulled her dark brown nubs up, up, and up. Upon release, they snapped back into shape, red and swollen with pain. The foul appendages drew back and slapped her nipples like whips. 

"Ah!" It was Ania's first admission of pleasure.

Emboldened, the slung-alien's body jiggled with glee. Its tentacles lashed at her lady lumps painfully, leaving red marks on her flesh. The tentacle tips stretched out until they were as thin as piano wires, then wrapped all the way around her nipples. The subsequent squeeze nearly sliced them off.

"Nah!" Ania threw her head back, no doubt feeling an odd mixture of pleasure and pain right now. Her short hair bounced off her face.

Her dress was lifted like a theater curtain and the truth was revealed in the form of a very dark and damp wet spot on her cute pink panties. Her attempts to kick her legs made her thigh flesh wiggle. Tentacles crawled up her inner thighs and slowly caressed the sides of her labia, now peeking out from her panty fabric. The wet spot got even darker. The thing's penis emerged and swelled, unimpressed with the challenged it faced: sopping wet panties and a girl who was moments away from overdosing on oxytocin.

From under her panty fabric, Merkhail saw Ania's vagina expand and contract violently. Apparently the nipple play was enough to make her cum.

Elsewhere, the show continued. Reynami and Leanne were together on a single slug's belly. There were enough tongue-tentacles for both of them, they slithered about Reynami's leotard and found her naughty bits.

Leanne's wedding dress was up over her head, blinding her to what was going on. She had rather expensive looking panties and garters guarding her womanhood. Tentacles undid the garters and hooked onto the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them off her snow white elf-ass. She shook her butt around like a dog.

Both woman were penetrated and drilled in sequence, when a tentacle was pulling out of Reynami, one was plunging into Leanne all the way to her uterus.

"S-Someone help! It's, I-It's inside me!" Leanne panted.

A very horny Reynami pulled Leanne's dress away from her face and planted a lewd kissed on her. Their tongues wrapped around each other, enflaming their already sensitive bodies. The elf princess unzipped Reynami's leotard and grabbed a handful of tit flesh, so soft it poured out between her fingers.

"I-I'm going to go! You're going to make me cum Reynami!"

Both girls stepped up their foreplay, Reynami planted a hicky on Leanne's neck. Leanne bit her bottom lip. Redness filled her face like a thermometer ready to burst. And burst she did, her ass cheeks jiggled and a gush of creamy pussy juice squirted into the air.

Sister Margaret was perhaps getting the worst treatment, she had to TWO slug aliens to keep her company. Her robes were torn away, exposing two impressive bra-covered mounds. She wasn't a C cup at all; she was a high D at least! Her armored panties were presenting an obvious problem though. Rancid tentacle-tongues came up and placed globs of slime inside her panties via the gaps around her thighs. Margaret maintained a deep frown and grabbed the tentacles attacking her, determined to go down fighting. Merkhail suspected the goop being placed inside her panties was finding its way into the folds of her pussy, dripping off her clitoris and into her womb.

Margaret began to open and close her legs frantically. The slime inside her metal underwear was doing its job, titillating her bad parts. "Ugh! Stupid slime!" 

Her lower body was lifted in the air. Merkhail could see her armored butt; the metal was so snug it conformed to the crevasse between her cheeks. A writhing appendage ran along her lower back, making her twitch and shiver. The alien's penis throbbed and jumped around, wanting to fill something, anything. Despite her struggles, Margaret's legs were spread so far she looked like the letter "T". It created gaps between her metal underwear and her thighs. Tentacles poured into the breach.

"Nooo! Uhhh... Nnnggghhh..." Margaret huffed, no doubt feeling unfamiliar jolts of pleasure. Although you couldn't see, her wet love lips were being pulled and rubbed. The very edges of a woman's labia were very sensitive, something Margaret was learning second by second. 

"Stop! Ah! I'm...I'm... Aaahhh!" Margaret's hips bucked wildly and her back arched. A mixture of pussy juice and slime gushed from the sides of her metal panties. Her very first climax. She didn't look as resilient now, she looked overwhelmed. Her green hair was plastered to her face with sweat and slime. 



A grotesque and overgrown slug-alien crawled over to Merkhail at a painfully slow pace, growling and hissing angrily. Well, at least he knew it wasn't going to rape him. He reached into his torn greatcoat and groped for a weapon. Every second he waited brought the monster closer.

Grace had a gun and it was still beside his corpse. Merkhail made a desperate grab for it.

The alien was directly over him, saliva dripped from its gaping maw and into his long black hair. Hot breath rolled over his face. Screw it, Merkhail wasn't going to be eaten like the Seraphim Girl's last CO. He aimed Grace's personal laser pistol. He couldn't afford to choke now, Leanne, Ania, Reynami and Margaret were all depending on him.

He pulled the trigger. The jet of white hot laser was loud and blinding.

#

Three full days passed. The Saint Mayberry Church was still in ruins but repairs had begun, slow as they were. The truth behind the church's destruction was kept a close secret and the secret went as followed: A swarm of aliens had crashed into the planet, the inevitable fight between them and the elite Mayberry nuns brought the whole building down. Lieutenant Merkhail ended up saving the day, slaying the beasts single-handedly. 

Ania rolled her eyes just thinking about it, the only thing more fantastic than the story was the fact that it was true.

The Sarapatra was officially out of work and when it landed in Mayberry, she found the Captain in his quarters sucking on his thumb. All the time spent chasing Grace had irritated every client the Sarapatra and now they were out of work. Mayberry was everyone's official home for the time being, until the Saraptra could find employment again. Ania, Leanne and Reynami were all garbed in civilian clothing, going to door to door in an attempt to re-establish their ship as a competent cargo vessel. So far they weren't having much success.

Ania walked down the lightly crowed streets, her pink mini skirt bouncing from side to side with her swaying hips. Her tube top was black and tight, able to constrict her already flat breasts. She preferred clothing like this; unlike Reynami she saw no need to flaunt her bosom for drinks. And even though she wasn't on a combat assignment, she still kept a small laser gun down the front of her panties.

There was a small park in the center of town circled around a beautiful still pond. Ania spied Sister Margaret along with some of the other nuns.

"Ania?" asked Margaret upon seeing her. "What a nice surprise, didn't recognize you without the leotard."

Ania strode over. Sister Katherine was there surrounded by her friends. They were all trying to make her smile.

"What happened Sister Katherine?" Ania asked.

Her friends lamented, "Abortion. Those fiends got the best of her. The Mayberry Nunnery allows such drastic actions if the situation calls for it. Thankfully she was the only one impregnated."

"What about the others?"

Margaret gazed out at the silvery pond, "Most of them lost their virginity. I promised that I wouldn't hold it against them but many still left the nunnery. What a travesty."

"And Merkhail?" 

"I had a cup of coffee with him half an hour ago and he said something about taking the biggest step of his life. Who knows what that's about."

Theories swarmed in the back of Ania's head. She bid the nuns farewell and carried on, trying unsuccessfully to call the officer in question.

#

Back in town she spied Reynami, her face pressed against the window of a clothing store. She was dressed in her street clothing, jeans and a tank top. A surprisingly conservative getup for her.

"Reynami?"

"Gah! Don't sneak up on me!"

"Staring? It's fun isn't it?"

"No, I'm spying. Take a look," Reynami motioned to the window. Ania looked inside. "By sportswear, see?"

Ania certainly did. It was Merkhail and Leanne. Merkhail had ditched his uniform for a shirt and tie, Leanne had a pretty blue dress on. They were talking rather intimately.

"How much do you want to bet he's asking her out on a date right now?!" asked Reynami like a little girl. 

If that was the case, it was certainly a big deal, Ania knew Leanne had been pining for Merkhail but she never believed anything would happen. There were regulations to follow.

Reynami and Ania ducked down. Merkhail opened the door for Leanne and let her out. After that they went separate ways. Oh well, thought Ania, it didn't work out after all.

"Hey!" Merkhail noticed her, "Were you spying on me?"

"Absolutely not!" Reynami insisted, "I was uh...uh...propositioning the locals. Yeah, doing my part to make the Sarapatra some money."

"Well then, you should have enough money to retire by the end of the day won't you?"

Reynami tried to kick him in the balls, but he knew her too well. He calmly slid out of the way.

"What were you doing?" Ania asked.

"Well, if you must know..." Merkhail took a long breath, "What can I say but this?" He produced a small ring box. The box was empty; the ring was already on someone's finger. "Leanne and I are going to give it a shot. Three months. We made an agreement, if the ring I gave her stays on her hand for three months...you know what happens after that."

#

Francine chewed on her handkerchief so hard that her sharp teeth sliced through the fabric like scissors through paper. The little half-breed had finally managed to catch up with Merkhail on Hera Major in the city of Mayberry. And she arrived just in time to see her idol put a ring on the finger of some elf tart. Unforgivable.

Francine took a puff on her inhaler. Leanne strolled down the street ignorant to Francine's spying; she was girlishly gazing at the ring Merkhail gave her.

"Enjoy it while you can. You Seraphim SLUT." Francine gargled.



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 06



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Author's Note:

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading. 

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VOLUME SIX

"On your mark!"

There was a small pond just outside Saint Mayberry Church – or rather what was left of it. A race track of Spartan design had been dug out around the grounds by locals looking for anything to raise their spirits after the loss of their loved church. Merkhail, Reynami, Ania, Princess Leanne and Sister Margaret all waited patiently at the track starting line, watching their shadows on the ground. A small group of spectators came to gawk.

"Get set!"

Merkhail dug his shoes into the loose dirt. Reynami did the same, shooting him a competitive snarl. Ania looked like a blank chalkboard. Leanne was white with terror. Sister Margaret calmly adjusted the black sports bra cradling her two impressive udders and waited patiently.

The order was given: "GO!"

Merkhail pumped his legs like he was made of gears and pistons rather than flesh. Leanne traveled about ten feet before tripping and falling. She cried like a little girl, "Wah! I scrapped my knee!"

The lieutenant and Sister Margaret were neck in neck for second place. He spared a glance at her, wishing he hadn't. Her two lady lumps were bouncing all about. Sweat trickled out from the bottom of her super-tight spandex shorts. How in the hell was she still a virgin with a sexy body like that?!

The lead belonged to Reynami but it was short lived, her overzealous gait fell victim to a bad leg cramp. Her speed dropped dramatically, allowing Merkhail and Margaret to speed past her like bullets.

"Screw you all!" she screeched. Geez, what a sore loser, thought Merkhail.

Sister Margaret slowly took the lead about half way through the race. Her long, green hair danced behind her running form. Damn, her beauty was taunting him. The sun was hot and Merkhail's muscles were going numb, but he carried on, he didn't want to lose to a girl.

It was the home stretch.

The announcer articulated the results in a loud, booming voice, "First Place: Sister Margaret of the Saint Mayberry Church! Second Place: Private Ania of the Seraphim Space Soldiers!"

"Shit!" Merkhail roared. The quiet little hussy stole second right out from under him!

"Third Place: Lieutenant Merkhail of the Seraphim Space Soldiers!"

The alien attack and subsequent destruction of the Saint Mayberry Church had left the locals in a sort of malaise so Margaret had the idea to hold a big, city-wide fair with games and prizes. Merkhail only acquiesced because he thought he could win everything. 

The defeated officer fell down onto his ass to catch his breath. His subordinates were sexier than ever. Leanne, who was still crying about her scrapped knee, wore a Japanese-style gym uniform consisting of a white shirt and tight blue bloomers that hugged her wide hips like a second skin. She had a new hair style too, a pair of fluffy blonde pig tails. Merkhail reminded himself to compliment her new look later, she was hotter than the sun. The spectators thought the same, she bent over to tie her shoe and about a hundred cameras snapped away, digitizing her tight little elf-ass on film.

Reynami was wearing nothing more than a bra and thong. You would think the outfit would drive men wild but her gregarious display of sexuality left Merkhail feeling limp in the groin area. Sometimes hiding naughty parts was much hotter than advertising them, what Reynami didn't understand was that men enjoyed a little mystery in their women. Wearing a string thong in public ended the game before it began.

Ania sported a typical tank-top / bike shorts combination. Her short hair and androgynously thin body gave her a bit of a boyish-vibe but for those attracted to small boobs, she was a goddess. She adjusted the bandanna around her head and looked back at Merkhail, feeling his perverted staring. She frowned at him. Ania always stared at Merkhail, it was about time he returned the favor.

Sister Margaret guzzled a bottle of water beside him while wearing something nuns weren't allowed to wear. Sweat stained the neck of her sports bra, running down the fabric and reaching to her erect nipples. 

"I'm not a nun anymore." she explained, "So that's why I'm wearing this."

"You ditched the armored panties too, I see." said Merkhail.

Margaret's green eyebrow crept up like she was wondering why he'd ask such a question. "Yes? So?" 

"I have a couple jokes prepared if you don't mind. Does this mean 'Lil' Margaret' is open for business? Is your 'holy land' ready for a crusade?"

Margaret faced him, one fist on her curvy hips. She motioned to his crotch, "What's that?" she asked while pointing at the visible erection he had below his gym shorts. "You're having immoral thoughts about me, aren't you?"

Merkhail covered his manhood before it could grow any taller, "Ugh! Please don't say it like that around men! It just makes us hornier!"

Margaret gave him the cold shoulder. What? He thought he was being funny.

"Is Princess Leanne okay with you lusting after me?"

Merkhail's heart sank. She was right; he and Leanne had recently agreed to drift closer to each other and see where things went. It was only supposed to be a temporary thing; Leanne was still married after all. But these were stressful times and Leanne said she was alright taking comfort in him. He didn't need to be a jerk and cheat on her.

And speak of the devil, the little elf-princess found her way over to him. She was sweating profusely and fanning herself with her hand. Apparently princesses weren't big on running laps. 

"Lieutenant!" she whined, "Reynami called me a 'bitchy little cunt'! Why is she being so mean?"

"Because she lost. To me. She'll get over it, don't worry." 

Sister Margaret, or rather plain-Jane Margaret, put on a pair of windbreaker pants. "So, Princess Leanne, ready to do what we talked about?"

"Just give me a minute and I'll meet you at the infirmary." said Leanne.

"What's going on?" asked Merkhail.

"Sister Margaret, er, I mean Margaret is going to, um...examine me." 

Leanne was blushing. She pulled Merkhail's hair aside and whispered into his ear. Her soft, elfin breath felt like heaven. "She's going to look at my lady-parts. It's a gynecological examine."

"Oh, I see. Can I come?" he asked innocently.

"NO WAY YOU PERV!" 



#

Leanne found herself dressed in a paper hospital gown, lying down on a bed. Margaret had changed into a sterile nurse's outfit after a quick shower and leaned in to do the deed. 

"Okay, please spread your legs Miss Leanne." she said. 

Margaret had insisted that Leanne submit to a gynecological examine. It was for the best, in the six months Leanne had been a Seraphim Soldier, she had had sexual contact with countless alien species, many of which loved her quite violently. Someone needed to see if she was okay down there. Leanne grabbed the backs of her thighs and spread her legs, letting her pussy fall open. She winced as the cold metal of a speculum slide into the soft flesh of her vagina.

"Hmm..." Margaret murmured. 

All Leanne could see was Margaret's flowing green hair between her legs. "Is everything okay?" the princess asked.

"Well, there isn't any damage. But you've got some kind of gunk lodged - hang on."

Leanne's cunt walls quivered. Margaret used a medical instrument to remove a wad of gelatinous goo.

"Oh, I know what that is," Leanne said innocently, "A week ago we boarded this abandoned ship floating in space. We discovered a nest of 'Clit Kissers'; they're little slugs that try to impregnate female victims by crawling into their orifices. Once slipped into my uniform and, well, I guess it left some slime behind in my cha-cha."

Margaret carefully dumped the substance in a trash can. "You didn't get pregnant?"

"No, Seraphim Girls are sterilized while they're in service."

The former-nun resumed prodding around Leanne's womanhood. "Must be tough."

"Not really, the sterilization can be reversed once you serve your time."

"The universe can be such an ugly place. I never knew such immoral creatures could exist until those monsters landed in our church." 

Margaret removed the speculum, allowing Leanne's feminine hole to contract back to its normal size. 

"Say, princess..." Margaret looked red in the face, like a shy little girl. It was quite the departure from the tough girl she was around Merkhail. "You're no stranger to, um...intercourse. How bad does it get being a Seraphim Space Girl?"

Leanne felt her stomach sink, she had a number of examples but she was afraid it would offend the virgin nun's sensibilities. "Um...what do you mean?"

"What is the worse alien you have, uh, sinned with?" 

The memories began to flip through the elf princess's head like slides in a projector. She nodded upon finding the perfect example. "Well, now that I think about it, my worst experience as a Seraphim Girl was with a human and not an alien." Leanne began to whisper the details in embarrassment. "It was my first week as a Seraphim Soldier; they hadn't even issued me a gun yet. I was visiting earth for training and one of my first assignments was managing security at a theme park."

Margaret's eyebrow flung up.

"I know," Leanne said, "They started us out with some silly First missions." 

#

The hot sun was beating down on Leanne's alabaster skin. Unlike her elfin homeland, earth was only three planets away from the sun which resulted in heavier UV rays than what she was used to. Even though she had lathered herself in sun lotion before walking around, she was already tanned mocha. Female Seraphim Soldiers wore latex leotards to protect against alien sex-attacks but there were no aliens on earth, so she was wearing a more practical uniform composed of cargo pants and a T-shirt.

Leanne had learned a lot about earthlings since arriving on their home planet. For starters, they ate way too much junk food. She accidently walked into a rather rotund man once and nearly suffocated while getting sucked into his belly fat. On top of this, humans were totally ignorant of the affairs of other planets. She was a princess, widely known throughout the galaxy but here she nothing more than a stranger with pointy ears. 

A pushy tourist knocked her out of his way. That was the other thing she had learned, humans were rude! Earlier, she tried to scold two children for blocking the entrance to a restaurant and they flashed their middle fingers at her. Sadly, Leanne misinterpreted the gesture as some kind of human greeting and replicated it in front of her CO with disastrous results.

"I've had it up to here with you private!" her commander boomed. He was twice her size and very scary. He opened the door to a storage room and made her look inside. There was a bulky bear costume on the floor, the same bear Leanne saw on the theme park's welcome sign.

"What is that?" Leanne asked.

"The park doesn't have enough employees today so I'm ordering you to be the park mascot."

"Wha-?" Leanne recoiled.

"You heard me, maybe you'll think twice about flipping me the bird next time!"

"But what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, hand out balloons, entertain kids and old folks and crap. Just get to it, your bitchiness!" He slammed the door on her.

This was terrible, thought Leanne, why was her husband making her go through this?

The overheated princess undid her belt. Her pants slipped off her butt which was gleaming with sweat in the available light. Being in the military, she wasn't allowed to wear the same silky panties she was used to, she was forced to wear baggy cotton ones with her name stitched onto the front. A fashion nightmare. Once she stripped down to just her underwear, she made clumsy attempts to stuff her petite body inside the bear costume. It was heavy!

"Ugh!" With all her might she got inside and watched what little fluid she had left seep from her pores. It must have been over a hundred degrees inside the stupid thing when she finally got it on. Never minding the unusual weight, she stepped out into the park preform her duty...so to speak.

#

Princess Leanne lumbered around like a drunk doing all the things a mascot did. And still the earth kids didn't like her! Eventually, she got ordered to the front gate to greet new customers. The walk took half an hour. The costume weighed a ton! Why was it so heavy she wondered. 

Something rustled behind her, and it wasn't outside, it was inside with her. Her head was encased in a giant bear head so it was impossible to see what it was. But she found out soon enough.

A hand slowly caressed her taunt hips.

"Ek!" No wonder the costume was heavy; someone was inside of it with her!

"Who's there?!" Leanne squeaked.

"You look so sexy in your tight little sports bra." said a man's gargled voice. His other hand came up and grabbed her left breast, kneading it.

"Aaahhh!" Leanne yelped. With her arms trapped inside the costume, the man was free to grope her boobs at his pleasure. He massaged them up and down, left and right, like they were water balloons for him to play with. And if that wasn't bad enough, his finger slid up to her nipples and began to pinch them rhythmically.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Leanne purred with her lips closed.

"Not too loud, someone will hear you." said the man.

"Why are you doing this?" 

"You were the one stupid enough to put this thing on with me inside." She felt his stiff prick poke into her pantied butt. "Now you have to be punished."

Leanne tried to act like nothing was wrong, there were so many people outside the park watching her and she couldn't let them know she was being sexed up. The pervert pulled her sports bra down and gripped her nipples, pulling them painfully far away from her teats. He kissed the sides of her neck and he slurped the sweat from her back like it was honey. He ran his tongue from the base of her spine all the way to her shoulders. Then his hands moved south, gliding over her sweaty stomach and into the waistband of her panties.

"Not there! I'm married!" Leanne begged quietly.

His fingers pinched her pussy lips, unable to grip them due to all the cum pouring from her snatch. "Oh, this isn't sweat." the man said.

Not being able to see the attacks on her body made things much sexier for Leanne. The hand down her panties continued to move around, tormenting her most delicate parts. She swung her hips about trying to escape the pervert's hand while quietly enduring the effective stimulation. Two fingers slid into her hole. "Gah!" she shouted. Someone heard her but thankfully they didn't say anything.

The pervert spanked Leanne's rear, "You get a spank every time you make a noise, got it?"

Gross slurping noises emanated from the back of her costume as the mystery man licked and sucked all the sweat from her skin. He put two hands down her panties and used them to pull her labia apart. Leanne bit her lip. 

"Man, elf chicks have the softest pussy lips I've ever felt." he mumbled. 

Leanne let herself go and yelped, her face red and clenched. The pervert spanked her again as punishment. 

"Ah, God!" He flicked her clitoris gently. Then he pinched it like a nipple. "NNNGGGHHH!" Leanne threw her head from side to side, in vain to control the wild desire shooting through her nerves. 

"You slutty soldier." the man said. "Everyone is looking at you and wondering why you keep jumping around.

Leanne's panties were yanked down. She felt his hot rod line up with her cunt, pulsating and free of any protective rubber.

"No!"

The pervert penetrated her. His unprotected dick went all the way up to her cervix. It was impossible for Leanne to keep the rape a secret, her costume was rocking back and forth crazily; people would have to be blind not to notice it. The man would slowly withdraw his member and then suddenly slam it back into her. Sometimes he'd withdraw quickly while slowly going back in. Either way, the wet flesh of her pussy walls were gyrating like belly dancers. Looking outside the two eye-holes in her bear costume, Leanne could see everyone staring at her. This was horribly embarrassing, did they know what was going on?

"Please just cum!" Leanne begged. "Cum inside me and get it over with!"

"Almost there honey! Gah!" Leanne's innocence was flooded with seed, human seed. He pulled out and let the overflow drip out her snatch and into her costume. 

The people stopped staring at her. Leanne's secret was safe. 

"I'm calling the police!" Leanne whispered sternly.

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes - I mean, no! You're going away for a long time pal!"

"Well then. I guess I should make the most of this while I can." His spent dick sprang back to full attention.

"You can't be serious!" Leanne screamed.

The pervert scurried around her costume like the rat he was and came up in front of her. 

Squish. 

He went inside of her again, all the way to the hilt. Disgusting slopping sounds echoed throughout the costume. 

Her modest lady lumps became his next target; he yanked her sports bra down and suckled on her rocky nubs. Leanne's elf body wasn't the same as a human female's, simply being around infants trigged the hormone for lactation. And Leanne had been around many kids today. So when the pervert took hold of her left teat with his lips, he was rewarded with milk. Every time his dick went in, he sucked some of her milk out. He suckled so much that her left breast was dry within minutes.

Gripping her ass with two hands, he drilled her cunt harder. Cum from his previous ejaculation lathered his dick. Leanne's eyes rolled back in her head, she couldn't pretend to be strong anymore. Orgasm slowly rose up from the depths of her mind and body, her muscles tensed in anticipation for the big "O". 

"Nnnggghhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" she hummed weakly but loudly.

Even though her attacker had already cum once, the amount of icky he squirted the second time around was still enough to fill a couple of table spoons. How could he cum so much twice?

"It's all in the hips." said the man as if answering her question. "You have fun?"

Leanne answered by collapsing, bear costume and all. 

#

"And that's how it went." Leanne finished.

Margaret's face was so red it could be seen a galaxy away. One of her hands had found its way up her skirt, she pulled it out quickly. "T-That's terrible!" 

"Yeah...but I got him in the end. I pretended to pass out, then slapped the cuffs on him. He was still in jail last time I checked, and his cell mate is doing to him what he did to me."

Leanne was about to get off the hospital bed when Ania's voice stopped her. "What about me?" 

Sometime during the story, Ania had managed to sneak in and grab a hospital bed. She was already in a gown, waiting for an examine. "Who's going to look at my cha-cha?"

"Oh, um," Sister Margaret grabbed the speculum, "Just a second. Didn't hear you come in."

"Ania does that a lot." said Leanne.

Ania spread her legs and let the former sister get a look. It wasn't long until the first gasp escaped Margaret's lips. "T-There's metal in here!"

Leanne took a look up Ania's snatch to see for herself. Indeed there were some metallic bits stuck to the pink of her womanly walls.

"Ania?" What happened?" Leanne asked.

"Not long ago... Remember Planet Nuraz'ya?"

"I remember it being a desert wasteland. Didn't you travel down there alone to deliver some cargo?"

"Yes... But..."

Leanne put two fingers against her brow. "Let me guess, something happened down there?"

"Yeah... Here's what happened."

#

Ania threw down the metal crate she had been carrying. What a pain, the Sarapatra had to travel such a long distance to deliver a single piece of cargo to a desolate planet with only one habitable structure. And there was no one present to sign for it. Ania was alone in a dank laboratory that smelled like burnt metal and oil. Outside, a violent sandstorm shook the windows and blotted out the sun. The desert dryness chocked all the moisture from Ania's skin.




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 06



"...Hello?" she called. Nothing, her voice echoed throught the dark metal hallways of the lab. Ania pulled her leotard out of her butt crack and left.

Bang!

Something heavy fell onto her head and knocked her down. After wiping the blood from her face, she saw a mechanical monstrosity hovering over her body. It was a three foot by three foot steel box with cables and lights all over it. A complex series of thrusters allowed it to hover in midair. Two metal arms hung off its sides, both with three hinged fingers, a big glass eye in the middle of its body zeroed in on her.

Ania very slowly went for the laser pistol on her hip. The metal box began to shake and emit loud, annoying beeping sounds. The threatened Seraphim Girl aimed her gun and fired. All her shots bounced off its armored hull, blowing holes in the walls around her. The machine floated into the air and out of range. 

The flat-chested soldier was about to call Merkhail for help when the odd machine rushed her and pinned her to the ground with its two metal arms. It analyzed her with its glass eye, making sense of all the straps and zippers holding her uniform on. A third arm emerged from its body and began to undo her leotard.

"No..." Ania murmured. Her zipper was pulled down, slowly exposing her peachy skin and pert cleavage. After a little more effort, the leotard was pulled off her breasts. The sudden exposure to dry air made her nipples stand up. During an unwanted gasp of excitement, Ania spotted a label running along the side of the hovering machine. "Rapemaster 1000". How original.

Kicking the metal beast only bruised her toes. More metal arms came down on her; the new ones had rubber vibrators attached to them. 

Ania was starting to worry. The vibrating arms were coming down on her boobs, which she admitted were very sensitive to teasing. The vibrations punished them, sending her nipples them wiggling in every direction. Her tit flesh firmed up under the stimulation while her resistance softened. 

More was to come. Two metal legs came down on her own legs and spread them wide. Hooks grabbed onto her leotard and totally stripped it from her body, the only thing she wore now was a pair of childish red and white polka dot panties. The vibrators moved from her breasts to her abdomen, where they slid slowly downward. 

Ania watched as they graced the dome of her pussy. The pent up sexual frustration resulting from the nipple play blew up into a mild, controlled orgasm. Ania closed her eyes and felt sweet satisfaction numb her body. A dark wet spot formed on her cotton panties, proof that her mind and body weren't exactly on the same page. Her clit rose up, looking like a little throbbing button under her panty fabric.

The vibrators retracted into the machine's hull. Ania prepared for something far worse to emerge, but in the mean time she called for help. Her headset was still on and active but she needed a free hand to use it. She turned her head to the side and began banging it against the floor, hoping to flip to the right channel. 

She was too late. The perverted machine drew its next weapon - a tiny tool that looked like a miniature vice grip. It descended on her lower body.

"AH!" Ania shrieked. The vice gently clamped onto her erect clitoris. Every muscle in her body tensed up, she arched her back and fought to remain still, the slightest jerk would cause her precious button to tear off. Slowly, the vice clamped down harder, squeezing the sensitive flesh bigger and bigger.

"Ah! Gah!" Ania's voice reached such high levels her friends wouldn't have recognized her. Saliva splashed from her lips. The vice squeezed a little harder and began to twist quickly from side to side.

"Aaaahhhh!" Cum squirted through her panties and onto the floor, evidence of her forced climax. 

Her clit was released. It was throbbing so badly that Ania wondered if there was any permanent damage. The vice was replaced by a long, metal tube. If the machine had a penis, this must have been it. Warm drool trickled down the side of Ania's cheek as she watched it line up with her soaking wet womanhood. Normally, she hated showing pleasure on her face; she was okay with the men she made love to knowing her body but not her mind. But this was a machine, not a person, so she found herself wearing all the symptoms of a woman in heat on her face. Pulling her panties aside, the metal penis filled her in one quick thrust.

Her hips bucked wildly. The sex was, no pun intended, mechanical, and Ania found herself enjoying it very much. It changed her whole personality. "Oh fuck!" she cried, "Oh fuck I'm going to cum again! Go faster! Oh!"

The machine's glass eye buzzed like a lens zooming in and retracting. Was she being filmed? Of course, she thought; that glass lens wasn't thing machine's eye, it was a camera. It was recording her face, crimson and covered in sweat, begging for more. Ania grimaced and showed her teeth, she'd never forgive herself if the footage of her getting banged turned up in a porno shop.

The metal penis pumping into her picked up the pace. Her small body bounced about the floor like a fish out of water. But she held off her orgasm, the machine would have to drag it out of her.

She held on for a good thirty minutes until the machine lost patience. It took her laser pistol and shoved the barrel into her mouth, making her preform fellatio on her own gun. A vibrator was shoved painfully up her ass and turned on high. Triple penetration, but still Ania looked into the camera lens defiantly.

The machine was out of limbs with which to attack her, each one was occupied. Perhaps assuming she was subdued, it foolish released her left arm in order to torment more of her lady parts. Ania used it to punch out the camera lens. 

Sparks poured out of the damaged area like blood. It let her go and floated into the air, flying around erratically. Ania tried to ignore the machine's metal dick, which had broken off inside her pussy, and took aim with her laser gun. She shot it through the camera lens and the whole thing crashed to the floor, dead.

The quiet Seraphim Girl kicked it a few times to make sure the misogynistic machine it was really dead. 

"Ania? Ania?" It was Merkhail speaking through her radio. "Did you call me girl? Pick up?"

"I called. But I'm fine now." said Ania pulling the dick-rod from her sopping cunt. 

"Sure? Thought I heard you screaming in the background. Need any help?"

Ania was busy giving her pussy a once over. No serious damage, just a lot of pink flesh swollen with pleasure. 

She blurted: "No. I didn't cum. Way to go me."

"...Wat?!" yelled Merkhail.

#

"And that's what happened." said Ania.

Margaret looked as repulsed as she did after hearing Leanne's story. "W-Well I certainly think I've heard enough. I can't begin to imagine the stories Reynami might have."

The infirmary door slammed open. It was none other than the capricious slut herself. "Please! Leanne and Ania can't touch me with a ten foot pole."

"No one touches you with a ten foot pole, I heard it's because you contracted Boragia from an orc." said Leanne innocently.

The elf princess was referring to a very contagious STD. Reynami wasted no time taking a seat on a bed and spreading her legs open. "I DO NOT have Boragia! Go on, take a look – does my pussy look gray and dry?"

Margaret swallowed hard before acquiescing to examine the hole of the biggest slut this side of the sun. She pulled down Reynami's panties and slid the speculum in. Leanne assumed she'd find something wrong instantly.

"Uh... Okay." Margaret began. "I see a lot of sand. But I guess that's pretty normal compared to what I found in Leanne and Ania."

"Sand? Something you want to tell us Reynami?" Leanne asked. 

Reynami pulled her brunette hair back into a pony tail so it didn't fall off the table while she lay on her back. "Remember that time I was supposed to accompany transport ship C to Victor I? Well, I went AWOL instead. Stopped by a beach. So listen up kiddies, this was MY worst mission."

#

Reynami didn't care what planet she was on, as long as that tight-ass Merkhail couldn't find her she was happy. There was a long strip of golden beach dotted with alien visitors of all shapes, sizes and smells. Blue ocean kissed the shore at regular intervals. It was all so picture perfect, oh how Reynami missed the sunny beaches of earth.

She stepped out of the changing room and turned heads almost immediately. Her massive breasts were squeezed into a tight bikini top that wrapped around her bosom like a second skin. She had intentionally picked a super-thin material so when she gave her dark nipples a few lustful pinches, they could poke out and be seen. Her skin, already darkening due to the sun, was molded perfectly to her abs. She was pleased to see her new training regimen had paid off; she was sporting a perfect six-pack.

Her red bikini bottom was a triangle barely five inches wide, so low that her dark pubs were peeking out the top. The knots that anchored the garment to her rocking hips were tied loosely...intentionally; maybe if she got lucky they would untie and expose her snatch to everyone. When she spread her legs, the bikini material sank into her vulva, giving her the mother of all camel-toes. 

But there was more to Reynami than two boobs and two ass-cheeks, she had a head of long dark hair. She wiped it about her head so that it caught the light - and the eyes of any men around. All that was missing was her bright lipstick, which she applied last.

The other women on the beach didn't stand a chance. There was one female, barely a woman, gawking at her. She had a rather slim form adorn with a black bikini. Her boobs were so small they barely filled an A-Cup. She took one look at Reynami and darted off in shame. Rookie.

#

"Hey gorgeous," Reynami was talking to the only human man she had been able to find. 

"Uh...Hi?" he responded.

He was about her age, maybe a little younger. Who cared? Reynami leaned over and placed her chest right in his face. She used her forearm to squeeze her two bouncing mounds upward.

"You're cute." Reynami whispered.

The man's teeth began to chatter. "Uh...ah... Okay, here's the thing. I'm married." he said.

"I don't see the missus around." said Reynami, licking her lips.

The longer the man stared at her bikini-clad form, the more noticeable his erection was. He tried to hide it shyly. 

"You want to put that in me?" Reynami asked, "Do it. I won't tell anyone.

#

"You're awful!" Leanne boomed, interrupting the story.

"It's my story so shut up!" Reynami growled. 

"Your worst mission was banging a married man?"

Ania sipped a juice box, complements of the hospital. "Slut... Ho..."

"Shut up Ania!"

"Skank..."

"I mean it!"

Ania waited and then, "...Horny low-life cum-dump."

"Well this horny cum-dump would like to finish her story if you don't mind!" Reynami angrily intoned.

The exchanged earned a few laughs from Leanne.

Reynami kicked her feet, forgetting they were propped up in braces. "Cut it out you bitchy cunt, nothing happened between me and that guy anyways. His wife showed up and almost clawed my eyes out."

"What happened after that?" Margaret asked, putting the speculum back in.

"Well, I saw a warning poster stuck on the side of the changing rooms. It was warning women not to go in the water. Apparently some pervert was stealing bikini tops."

#

Reynami reached back to make sure her own bikini top was still on. The material was so light she could hardly tell it was there. 

"Kyaa!"

Reynami saw a young woman running out the water, arms wrapped around her naked breasts. Another victim of the bikini thief apparently. The veteran Seraphim girl grinned. How many chances did one get to both vacation and protect the galaxy?

The ocean water was warm and clear, perfect for swimming. She did some laps with her goggles on; trying to see what was below the water. Nothing but shells and ten-legged Heeger Crabs so far. 

Something grabbed her leg. Bingo, bikini thief located.

"Ha!" Reynami slapped a pair of handcuffs on the hand grabbing her leg.

But it wasn't a hand. It was long, pink, squishy and slimy. It slipped right out the cuff.

"Uh-oh." Reynami said, "That's an octopus tentacle."

Sure enough, the owner of said tentacle emerged from the ocean in a geyser of salty water, extending twenty feet into the air. Slime oozed from its rubbery skin, dripping onto Reynami's face. Two bulging eyes opened up in the center of its bulbous head. Tentacles wiggled in the air all around, many of them holding onto stolen bikini tops.

"Oh crap!" Reynami dove into the water before the angry octopus could slap her with one of its feelers. The octo gave chase, sending its tentacles after her. She jumped out the water like a dolphin to avoid all the fronds chasing her underwater. She reached a safe distance many meters away from the sandy shoreline and panicked. How was she supposed to stop something this big without weapons?!

All of the women who had lost their tops yelled from the beach.

"That's my bikini!"

"What is this thing supposed to be?!"

"I spent a fortune on that swimsuit!"

Insulting the big perverted octopus wasn't the best plan, even Reynami knew that. And sure enough, the monster sent its tentacles out like speeding bullets. Each one snatched up a young, scantily-clad girl.

Screams filled the beach. The girls all fought to get free but even if they did, they had a thirty foot fall into the sand. Something slimy and sticky wrapped around Reynami's bare waist. Looked like she was next.

"WHOA!" Everything on the beach got really small, really fast. Suspended in the air right in front of the kraken's face, Reynami saw tentacles poised to fondle and grope.

"Me too?!"

The rowdy Seraphim Girl's bikini top was ripped off. Her two fluffy D-tits bounced into shape in front of everyone. All the other women trapped with her turned green with breast envy.

The octo's free appendages closed in, going for her boob-flesh. Their touch left globs of sticky goo behind. They coiled around each tit and kneaded the flesh rhythmically, pulling them side to side. 

"Tentacle groping? How outdated is that?!" Reynami yelled.

Other tentacles lathered her waist and neck with cool slime. Tiny suckers on their undersides kissed and nipped her tender flesh. Some of those suckers found their way on top of her two-inch nipples and tugged on her dark areolas.

"Eeeyyyaaa!" she yelped.

Holding firmly to her engorged nubs, the tentacle-suckers pulled. At about the same time, her paper-thin bikini bottom broke off and floated away in the air. Tentacle flesh coiled around her upper thighs and glided over her mocha skin. They spread her tight ass cheeks and slithered through her crack, lubing her anus with slime. But they didn't touch her pub-crowned sex. Crap, thought Reynami, the lack of pussy-play left her frustrated.

"Aaaahhhh..." Reynami closed her eyes and writhed like a plate of jello. The octopus sexed up every inch of her body, ticking her neck with tentacle tips and caressing the whole length of her back. Her legs were forced apart. She felt her warm love juice drip out her quaking cunt and down her legs. Wow, she thought, she was already greased up and ready to go. 

The other women were getting the same kind of attention, tentacles wrapped around their young, lovely forms, stripping them and teasing them. A symphony of girlish "ooohs" and "aaahs" serenaded the beach. It was one big gang bang - thirty feet in the air and in full view of all their boyfriends and husbands.

Some octopus meat finally decided to slip inside Reynami's pulsating snatch. She reached a mild orgasm immediately, maybe it was the altitude. Even without the slime, her pussy was so slick the frond could glide in and out of her like an oily piston.

Without warning, she was flipped upside down. Her long hair dangled down in the breeze, blocking her face. By the time she could figure out why the monster wanted her face down, a tentacle tip was already poking the pedals of her exposed anus. Her often-used rectum effortlessly accepted its girth.

Double penetration, thirty feet in the air...upside down. "OH YEAH!" was all Reynami could yell.

The flat-chested woman Reynami had seen earlier was also caught; she could recognize her black bikini. She was trying desperately to keep her top on. She crossed her legs when a tentacle tried to go exploring between her legs. She cried for help and begged the monster to stop. But surprise, surprise, it didn't work. Black-Bikini Girl lost her top. And her bottom. But something wasn't right. She wasn't just flat-chested, she was REALLY flat-chested. And when a tentacle made for her cunt, it missed and went straight into the ass hole.

Reynami's blood went cold. The girl, or to be more accurate – guy, cried in ecstasy from having his butt raped. His stiff cock twitched, jerked, and erupted with white seminal cream. There were buckets of it squirting into the air, so much that Reynami wondered if he had ever masturbated in his life.

Everything stopped at that moment. The sex ended and the lustful wailing died down. The octopus was looking at the man it had mistaken for a woman with what only could be tentacle-monster regret. 

Trap-guy looked at the creature, face flushed like a woman's. "I-I like wearing bikinis, that's all..."

All of the girls were let go. Reynami landed vagina first into a pile of sand. The octopus sank back into the ocean and slunk away. Safe bet it was never coming back to this freaky beach. 

#

"And that's what happened." Reynami finished. 

"How was that any worse than us?" Leanne asked, expecting a more sordid story of shame and violation.

"It was totally worse than your stories! I saw a cross-dressing guy get tentacle raped! I was throwing up for a week!"

"Forgive me for asking this but...do girls have encounters like this all the time?" Margaret mused.

Leanne shook her head, "Not all the time, but sometimes the best plans go wrong."

"But shouldn't your commander make sure you're safe?" asked Margaret while closing up Reynami's legs. "You keep getting into so much trouble, shouldn't that come back on Lieutenant Merkhail?"

The elf princess's brow wrinkled. "Wait a second. Are you implying it's all his fault?"

"Well at the very least I think he's got a lot to learn. Every mission he's sent you on has resulted in violation and humiliation. Doesn't he care?"

"Of course he cares!" Even Leanne was surprised by the tone of her voice. She couldn't help it, her budding feelings for the young officer were too strong. "Seraphim Girls know the risk of their jobs."

Margaret crossed her arms, "With all due respect princess, how well do you know Merkhail?"

Leanne lied to her, "I know everything about him."

"No you don't. I've known Merkhail for ten years, even before I became a Mayberry Nun. He's one of my best friends, and I know his mind has been slipping into insanity. Maybe it's starting to affect his judgment."

Leanne's nostrils flared. "...You're full of shit." 

It was the first swear word she had ever uttered in her life. 

Margaret took a deep, calming breath and ripped off her nurse's cap. "Fine. What else can I say?" She left, slamming the door shut.

Reynami's mouth was dangling open.

"What?" Leanne asked her, "Got something to say?! Go on, call me a 'bitchy cunt again!"

What was wrong with her? She insulted Margaret and now she was taking shots at Reynami. She stumbled out the infirmary, doing her best to avoid a nearby mirror on the way out.

#

The town fair was the perfect place to clear Leanne's anger-filled head. She played a few dart games and stuffed her face with sweets. 





Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 06



What Margaret had said really stung. Thinking back, Leanne and the girls HAD met an unusual amount of fates that involved having their brains fucked out. Was it Merkhail's fault? Or was it just bad luck? Leanne came to a stop. She really did love Merkhail, crazy or not. And nothing was going to drive her away from him.

"...Excuse me? Miss? Excuse me?"

Leanne found her path blocked by the most unusual young woman ever. Her eyes were mismatched, one was blue the other was red. Her hair was just as illogical, one side was done in a pig tail the other was long and wavy. Was she human? Her face certainly looked normal but her hands were not, they looked like hawk's talons.

"My name is Agent Francine," the girl's talons cracked and bent to produce a form of ID, "I work for the Department of Earth Defense. Are you Corporal Leanne?"

"Yes?"

Francine smiled and began to spin in circles like a child. "Awesome! I found you! I found you!"

"What?"

"I heard that Lieutenant Merkhail and his squad of Seraphim Soldiers were here but I've been searching for you guys for days. I'm so happy I found - Ack!"

Francine choked and gasped for air, her lungs made horrible scratching sounds. She quickly pulled out an inhaler. "Ah! All better now! I'm sure you've noticed I'm not completely human."

Leanne shuddered. She knew what Francine was; she was the hybrid offspring of a human and alien. During training, all the female Seraphim Soldiers were shown pictures of hybrid children. It helped them understand why they needed to be sterilized and protected from aliens that wanted to impregnate them. Usually hybrids died early due to complications, but this one seemed nearly perfect save for her obvious breathing problems. And she had a government job to boot.

"Is Lieutenant Merkhail around? Can I see him?" the little hybrid girl chirped.

"What for?"

Francine produced a document. "We've been trying to contact him for some time now. We're recalling him back to Earth. Effective immediately."



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 07



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Author's Note: Please don't take this series too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid, not offensive.

Thank you for reading. 

-

Merkhail was more than surprised to see the biggest spaceport in Hera Major empty. The concourse he walked through was designed to be brimming with people. But right now he felt more like a dwarf in a castle. One side of the long concourse was nothing but crystal clear glass window overlooking the planet's green landscape. If Merkhail squinted, he could see Saint Mayberry Church being rebuilt far into the distance. The sun was just a sliver of orange on the horizon, its last rays of light painted the inside of the spaceport a healthy golden hue. Completing the picture was a lone janitor in the corner washing the tile floors -- the only other person around. 

The young lieutenant lifted one of his hands and watched his glove turn yellow in the sunlight. When he first arrived on the Sarapatra, he was counting the days until he could leave. But somewhere between getting angry with Reynami, being annoyed with Ania and finding a friend in princess Leanne, he began counting the days he was with them instead. He had requested a transfer to an earth bound detachment a week after meeting the Seraphim Space Girls. What was he thinking?

In his left hand hung a heavy suitcase filled with his things. A few odds and ends had been tucked into the folds of his massive greatcoat as well. He flipped his cap over his head and strode on. There was no reason to be spooked by an empty spaceport. Hera Major was so tranquil no one ever wanted to leave.

Merkhail hated goodbyes, and there sure were a lot of them in the military. Friends were transferred, families were re-deployed and comrades were killed. It was better to just leave quietly when circumstances went beyond your control, and the bombshell Agent Francine had dropped on him called for just that.

His boots thumped across the spaceport floor.

"Goodbye's aren't all that bad," came a young lady's voice.

Merkhail stopped in his tracks. He'd recognize that soft, well-spoken tone anywhere, it belong to Princess Leanne.

She was ten steps behind him, leaning her back against a concourse pillar. Her long blonde hair shined even more in the setting sun. Her slender hourglass figure was wrapped in her skin-tight Seraphim uniform. Judging by some of the red scrapes on her snowy white thighs she had just shaven her legs. And farther up her legs, the fabric of her leotard sank into her plushy labia creating a very obvious camel toe. Merkhail sighed. He should have known she'd follow him here.

"Leanne," Merkhail started, "I'm flattered, really, but I told you Earth is re-deploying me." He shrugged to emphasize his helplessness, "Nothing I can do, I don't want you girls getting all mushy other this."

Leanne's face was well made up. She wore soft red lipstick and the most subtle shades of eyeliner and blush. It made her look a lot older. 

She leaned her head back and frowned, "You thought I came here to cry over you? Pfft. Don't flatter yourself."

Wow, thought Merkhail, those were some rather sharp words coming from a moé-blob like her. "No." Merkhail said, correcting her.

Rather sentinel-like, Princess Leanne didn't move an inch. The setting sun shined through the window blinds, creating a bar of darkness on her head. It moved slowly down, covering her eyes in shadow.

She tepidly sighed, "I'm disappointed in you. We were a team. You may have thought the girls and I were a bunch of poorly trained bimbos with more boobs than brains, but we all thought you were a cold, distant tyrant."

"Is there a point to this story?" asked Merkhail sternly.

"I just told you. We were a team."

Merkhail rubbed his face with his free hand. He turned around to walk away but turned back around after a few steps, "I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I applied for this transfer my first week with you guys and just forgot about it."

"Is it what you want?" Leanne asked.

She was way too sharp today. There was nothing Merkhail could do but speak the truth, "Yes. It's what I want."

A few tense moments passed.

"So what about you?" the young Lieutenant asked.

The elven princess shrugged, "One more month of service and I can go home again. To my husband."

"Great. Great..."

More tense moments. Merkhail couldn't take much more of this; there was nothing more either of them could say. He took a few steps backwards. Then turned on his heel and walked away. Leanne watched until he was out of sight.

#

Three days later. 

Merkhail was standing on the observation deck of the Lilim, the latest Parker Class cruiser in Earth's flotilla. This was the first time he had been onboard one, they were brand new, hot out of the moon-based ship yards. 

A pair of heels clicked up behind him. They came to a gradual, hesitant stop. "You don't remember me do you?" Agent Francine asked.

The young Lieutenant craned his head. Francine was wearing a female dress uniform which consisted of a white sport coat and short black tie that stopped just above her breasts. A tight blue dress skirt ran over her hips, stopping five inches below the knees. A golden rope cord circled under her left armpit and her hat was tucked under the right. She almost looked normal wearing it. Truth be told, Merkhail didn't remember her at all, and quite frankly he believed he'd remember seeing a half-breed as unique as her. Francine's bony talon-hands claws cracked and contorted and placed an inhaler in her mouth. She took two puffs.

"When did we meet?" Merkhail asked.

"Bale II? The worker uprising?"

Merkhail slapped himself in the head. How could he forget that day?! It was when Earth ordered him off the front lines and to the Sarapatra. His tongue pressed into the side of his cheek. The more he thought about it, the more he began to remember.

"Wait, uh...you were the woman I found in the street, weren't you?." Merkhail intoned.

A jubilant Francine smiled ear to ear, displaying the hundreds of tiny sharp teeth that lined her mouth, "I knew you would remember me!" 

There was the sound of water hitting the floor. A thin trickle of yellow waste poured from her bladder and out between Francine's legs. She bashfully closed her legs up and blocked the yellow puddle from view.

"How were you even able to enlist?" asked Merkhail. "You're a half-breed -- and I'm not trying to sound prejudice here, I'm just saying. And, ah, it doesn't look like you have very good control over the human parts of your body."

The strange girl pulled out a thick handkerchief and dropped it onto the pool of urine. "Uh... I swear that doesn't happen often. Sometimes I lose control of my lungs, sometimes I lose control of my bladder... But its, uh, manageable. Most of the time."

Merkhail chewed his tongue and cursed the politically correct comrades of his who let her enlist. He understood the need to be inclusive and avuncular to all the diversity in the universe but Francine would be one hell of a flight risk in battle.

"I joined the military to look after you." Francine said, like a student looking up to her teacher. "I owe you that much, sir."

The Lieutenant took a seat and pursed his lips, uncomfortable with all the praise he was getting. "You flew all these light-years... Just to thank me for one hug?"

The look on Francine's face was human enough to read. The answer was yes. Merkhail mentally slapped his own mouth and tried to see things from her perspective. Half breeds were very rare. And the fact that female soldiers were sterilized before battle advertised they weren't wanted by the universe. It was a good bet Francine had lived a hard life from conception to now. Perhaps Merkhail's heat-of-the-moment affection helped her in ways he'd never understand. 

He patted the empty bench beside him and smiled, "Come on. Want to talk for a bit?"

#

Margaret waited patiently inside the Sarapatra's cargo bay, arms crossed and fingers drumming on her shoulder. It was no accident that she was in space rather than in church, Merkhail was gone and the Seraphim Girls were depressed. Someone had to keep them in line and being the experienced former leader of the Mayberry Nuns, Margaret volunteered.

Trouble arose shortly after the ship left Hera Major. The Sarapatra struck an asteroid and lost some of its cargo to the infinity of space. It was not an uncommon kind of accident but Margaret pleaded with the Lord she worshiped to explain why they had to lose cargo bound for the Red Bone Star System. That heaven-forsaken corner of space was where the orks bivouacked. And they were NOT the most understanding of species.

Reynami insisted that everything would be okay and formulated a plan. She, Princess Leanne and Ania personally delivered what was left of the Morkus Clan's cargo. The strategy was to explain what had happened and apologize for it personally -- and issue a big fat insurance check for the damages. Margaret cursed herself for allowing Reynami to implement such a crappy plan.

A strong wind blew through the cargo bay making Margaret's long green hair flap about like a flag in a hurricane. The transport ship the girls had flown into ork territory had returned. It was banged, busted and bleeding smoke from every corner. Lewd and crude graffiti was painted all over the ship. If Margaret was a gambling woman she would have guessed the orks did not accept their apology.

Ania was the first to emerge from the ship. Her tiny, quiet self was covered in gooey, smelly white fluids. Ork cum no doubt, its sour stench and copious presence offended Margaret's nostrils. 

Irritated and violated, Ania wiped all the splooge off her angry face and walked past Margaret. "Don't ask. Just don't ask." she said, anticipating Margaret's question.

Reynami was next. She came off the ship hobbling like a newborn learning to walk.

"Argh! Want to know how big an ork's dick is?" she asked. She bent over at the waist and advertised the gaping pink hole that was her pussy. It was stretched so wide you could see up to her uterus. "THAT big! It's like doing a tree!" 

"Reynami! I don't need the visuals! What the heck happened?!"

"They didn't like our apology, that's what happened!" Reynami explained. She reached down and spread her anus open. About a pint of cum poured out of her rectum, it hit the floor and steamed like hot water. "Not only were they pissed, they wasted no time letting know how we could re-pay them."

Usually it was Reynami who handled getting screwed by aliens the best but right now she looked downright pissed about it. "You okay?" Margaret asked her.

"I'll...live." she responded insipidly. 

Leanne emerged from the transport ship. She, like the other unfortunate Seraphim Space Girls, was bathed in globs of baby batter; it dripped off her bangs and down her inflated tits. She had a thousand mile stare stuck on her face, like she hadn't quite come to terms with the ordeal yet.

"I think they H'd Leanne one too many times." said Reynami. 

Leanne opened her mouth to talk. Cum dripped down her lips. "That's -- puh, puh, because orks hate elves." Her eyes wandered down to her crotch, her vagina was twice its normal size. "I think they broke it."

Margaret was ready to scream. She wanted to say it was their own fault for having such a stupid plan but now wasn't the time. She sighed, "Alright, alright. Hit the showers and meet me in sick bay." 

Nobody moved. The girls all took a seat where they stood.

"...What's the matter?" Margaret asked. Reynami grunted, "What's the matter? Look at us! We're not Seraphim Soldiers, we're cum dumps!"

Leanne wiped some tears away, "We're a disgrace."

"Failures..." said Ania.

Margaret groped for words of encouragement. The Saint Mayberry nuns were always proud and motivated so Margaret wasn't used to giving pep talks. But in all honesty she wasn't sure how much effect a pep talk would have. She clenched her teeth and tried to think of the perfect solution. There was only one, and everyone knew it was.

#

Margaret retired to her guest quarters on the Sarapatra and let out a sigh she had been holding in for hours. Just before Merkhail left, he had asked her to look after the girls for a while. He said that since she was the commander of the Mayberry Nuns with years of leadership experience under her belt, she would be the best one to keep an eye on things until they got a new CO. Like that would magically make what he did better.

The former nun stripped her clothing and fluffed her dark green hair. She pulled up the waistband of her lacey black panties and bent over the desk in the corner of her room. There was a computer for her to use at her pleasure, she accessed the ship's computer. Merkhail had given her the passcodes to the military's internet space so that she could contact him via electronic correspondence if there was an emergency.

While crafting a communique, Margaret swung her pert ass back and forth through the air and shook her hips in circles. It caused the thin fabric of her delicate silk undergarment to sink between her pouting camel toe. It didn't bother her in the least; panties were the only thing she allowed past her un-explored love lips.

She finished her letter and read it back out loud, "Merkhail, it's Margaret, we need to talk. We've known each other for years now, I wouldn't be sending you this if we didn't have so much history. Remember when we first met? I was an Alter-girl and you were still a cadet. You said you couldn't wait to leave Earth and go wherever the military sent you. And remember when you first saw Saint Mayberry church? You were ready to go celibate and join the nunnery that same day."

"You're probably wondering if I'm making some kind of point. I am. Come on Merkhail, you don't want to go back to Earth. You hated Earth; you did everything you could to leave. Come back to us. We miss you already."

Click. Send.

#

It was taking way, way too long to reach Earth. So Merkhail decided to find out why. It was night time according to the Lilim's clock and he used the quiet to sneak out of his quarters and into one of the ships' computer rooms. Most vessels had them scattered all over the place to help crewman perform tasks that regular old tablet computers couldn't handle.

He got lucky; the one closest to his room was empty. He kept the lights off and logged on.

"System Ready. Articulate request." chirped the computer's robotic, feminine voice.

"I was hoping to put a finger on our exact location. Bring up a Mark IV map with all known planets 300 light-years from here." said Merkhail. 

A few seconds of calculation.

"This ship's computer does not support the Mark IV mapping system. Permission to generate Mark III?"

What? If this was the new Parker Class like Francine had told him, it would most certainly have the latest navigation programs installed. Merkhail rephrased the command. Whenever he dealt with super computers like this it seemed like the computer would mishear his instruction one third of the time.

Same result. The Lilim didn't have access to any of the Mark IV's capabilities. So he tried something new. All military vessels had serial numbers that began with either SA or SB. "Please bring up this ship's serial number."

"Commissioned officer clearance required. Please state name and rank."

"Denisuk, Merkhail, Second Lieutenant."

"Computing... Name and voice signature confirmed. This ships serial number reads: KR55398-62J15Q-76."

Merkhail jumped back from the computer and put a hand on his side arm. This wasn't a military cruiser at all! The hell was going on?

He briskly left the computer room after erasing all traces of his activity.

#

There were so-called sailors scattered all about the ship wearing uniforms that had to be fake. Merkhail kept a close eye on them as he meandered through the Lilim's hallways, noticing how unorganized they were. There was absolutely nothing on this ship that was military, so why did Francine lie? 

He stopped and shook his long black hair from side to side, so what if Francine lied? What was she going to do? Pee on him?

"Hey!" The young lieutenant called. A pair of fake sailors moving munitions stopped down the hallway and faced him in unison. "I know you guys aren't servicemen, so... Requesting permission to find out what the hell is going on."

The two fake sailors carefully set down their cargo and glanced at each other, no doubt silently debating how to handle this sudden turn of events. They may not have been soldiers but their reaction was certainly befitting of soldiers. They drew laser pistols from their belts.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Merkhail called, "How'd we get to guns?"

Both confederates took aim at him.

Merkhail drew his own laser pistol with his left hand while simultaneously lowering the power setting to "I" with his left thumb. He fired at one of the men, scoring a hit on his stomach. The laser bolt was so weak all it did was knock the man down.

His second opponent would react in seconds. Merkhail drew his heavy metal shell gun with his right hand, crossed it over his left arm and fired. The heavy metal bullet crashed into the man's foot, shattering flesh and toe-bone, creating a small geyser of blood.

Every intercom speaker in every corner of the ship began to ring out in alarm. Most civilian space cruisers -- the Sarapatra included -- had a security system installed that sounded an alarm whenever laser-fire was detected within the ship. Considering one tiny hole was all it took to suck the air out of a ship, strict no-fire rules had to be enforced no matter what kind of vessel it was.

The sound of rapid footfalls closed in on Merkhail from all sides. He bolted for safer grounds.

"If I ever get back to the Sarapatra," he said out loud wheelie running, "I need to find a way to rig that alarm so it goes off whenever Leanne, Ania or Reynami get raped by space aliens."

He shot past the ladies locker room. He skidded to a brisk stop, his boots made long rubber tracks in the floor. "The women's locker room?" he asked himself in disbelief, "At this rate, my autobiography is going to read like a manga comic. Sorry ladies."

#

The locker rooms were empty; you could hear a pin drop. Merkhail could smell the tangy aroma of metal and he could see the bright stars beyond the small windows. Locking the door behind him, Merkhail put faith in his unorthodox choice in hiding spots and tried to think of a plan.

There was the sound of water. Merkhail drew both of his guns and stalked towards the only shower stall in use. Tepid steam billowed up and over the stall walls. There was a pair of print panties lying on the floor, light blue with a white waist band and little kitty cats all over the fabric. 

Valuing his own safety over the girl's privacy, Merkhail quickly opened the stall and aimed his pistols.

No one was there; the shower water was falling onto tile floor and nothing else.

"Tee-hee..."

Merkhail looked up. Francine was hanging from the ceiling naked, her messy hair and modest breasts dangled down. She was smiling, showing off all her tiny sharp teeth.

"You saw my panties! You think they're cute?" she suddenly asked.

The half-breed's tongue shot out from her mouth like a frog's tongue before Merkhail could turn and run away. It coiled around his neck like a snake. The sensation was beyond disgusting, her slimy, rubbery tongue flesh gripped him tighter and tighter. Her tongue was lined with sharp little spines. They remained soft, but he suspected they could stiffen up and pierce his skin at any moment.

Above him, Francine maintained a creepy smile. She tightened her grip on his neck, chocking off his air with alarming efficiency. His vision began to blur and the oxygen left his brain. His muscles relaxed to the point that he couldn't stand anymore. He hit the wet shower floor and felt his face get pummeled with hot shower water. There, he slowly passed out. Geez, if she wanted him to compliment her panties he would have gladly done so. #




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 07



Lieutenant Merkhail awoke inside the bosom of a big, fluffy bed with warm covers. No way was this reality, he was dreaming for sure. The silky sheets felt great against his bare skin and the warm breeze blowing in from the open window tickled the fuzz his face. 

And the three lumps under the covers gave him cause to fret. They all moved towards him at once like hamsters below woodchips, intentions unknown. He frantically crawled backwards, flattening himself against the headboard. "Oh crap!"

He pulled the covers up. The naked bodies of Leanne, Reynami and Ania were clinging to his limbs, smiling ear to ear like giddy children. Reynami was on his left, her massive milk sacks were squished against his thigh. She had the most eager look on her face; she battered her long eyelashes and licked her lips, like she were an animal in heat.

Ania was on his right looking up at him like an emotionless doll. He usually regarded her constant staring as creepy but seeing her below him, small boobies pushed out and pink nipples standing nearly an inch tall, she looked quite do-able. One of her hands stroked his taut abdomen; much like one would stroke a cat.

And Princess Leanne was exactly where she should have been: in front of his manhood. His prick was so big and wide she had to grasp it with both hands like a flag pole. It softly pulsated inside her tiny hands like a bomb ready to explode. Her long blonde hair was splayed all about her body like a golden cape. Some of it was tangled up in his own pubic hair. 

"H-H-Hi girls..." Merkhail stammered. "W-What's up?"

Leanne took a long look at his eight inch stick. "YOU are, silly."

The princess's tongue slithered out from between her peach-colored lips. She dragged it from the base of his penis all the way to the glistening head. That alone was enough to send waves of pleasure bouncing up and down Merkhail's spine. With her free hand, the elf girl gently massaged his steaming hot testes, feeling out the round masses from under his thick scrotum. 

"So THIS is what you've been hiding under your drawers." said Leanne. She weighed his heavy balls in both hands and sniffed them, "I feel like I could get pregnant just from the smell."

"Uh...do they have sex ed on elf-planet? Because you can't -- ah!"

She lathered one side of his dick with saliva and casually moved to the other side to do the same.

Shlurp... Shlurp... 

She submissively serviced him with her big blue eyes locked on his own, eager for his approval. "I've...never...sucked one this thick before. I'm nervous. Does it feel good?"

Merkhail would have answered had he not been blissing so much. His silence allowed her to open her mouth and swallow his meat whole.

"Itsh so big. Biggor than my hushband's" The elven princess gargled.

The young lieutenant had to fight to keep his wad from blowing out like an oil derrick. Leanne's warm mouth felt great. But great was only great until something better came along. Reynami and Ania slinked up his chest, running their fingers through the curly hair on his pecks. They each laid claim to one of his nipples, tracing the edges of them with their tongues.

Ania licked his nose, her cheeks flush and hot. She dangled her two small breasts over his face. Merkhail immediately swung his arms around her back, embracing her in a massive bear hug that swallowed her up whole. He felt cool boob-flesh sink into his face, her skin smelled like perfume. His tongue sought out one of on her dark red nipple and his lips suckled it, teasing the quiet girl until reluctant moans of pleasure escaped her lungs. He peeked out to see her face; she was frowning and panting, treating the whole thing like a competition. She was going to lose, her CO lightly bit at her nipples, nibbling the rubbery nubs like a fish. "...Nnnggghhh." Ania moaned. She held his head closer, nearly suffocating him in her cleavage, "ah! AH!"

A fetish for small boobs was an acquired taste and on a normal day Merkhail would admit he didn't have one. But Ania would make him a convert yet. Her supple, springing tits felt great on his face. He sucked her white skin in circular motions, taking care to ignore her nipples. Goosebumps formed where he planted kisses on her chest, triggering waves of oxytoxin that flooded Ania's brain. Between that and the fleeting attention her nipples received, Ania remained enslaved to him, her sweaty face and puckered mouth proved that HE was all she could think of right now. He chewed her nipples gently, pulling them away from her tits and letting them snap back into place. "Ah! Nnnggghhh! Mmmmm!"

Tepid liquid poured down Merkahil's thigh -- the sensual product of Ania's orgasm.

Dividing his attention between the two girls was a great distraction that kept Princess Leanne from sucking the splooge from his balls, and boy was she determined to do just that. Reynami was next. He kissed her, invading her mouth and sucking on her tongue like a popsicle. He walked his fingers up and down her back, tapping and dancing over her spine. All three Seraphim Space Girls stared up at him, their submissive, horny faces stirring up all the primal lust his brain was capable of. If it were biologically possible, he would blow enough spunk to bath them all head to toe. 

Leanne ran her tongue over the glans of his penis. Up, down and side to side, wiggling against the very tip. His comical facial expressions -- the product of him trying to hold back his load - made the princess giggle. "You're so dirty sir," she said softly, "Do you want me to suck on it more?"

She closed her eyes and pulled back her hair. His dark tan girth slid into Leanne's mouth. She couldn't take it all, but the head was all she really needed to suck on.

Wet, slopping sounds filled the whole bedroom, mixed with Leanne's impressed erotic groans. Merkhail didn't know what would make him cum faster, the feeling of cool, wet elf-saliva on his cock or the sight of her blowing him.

"Oh, fffuuu. Harder!" Merkhail shouted.

Leanne grabbed both his legs and hung on for the ride. She was taking his entire dick now. Reynami began to mercilessly plant hickeys on his neck. Ania tweaked his nipples. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Leanne grunted during her lewd Olympic. Excess saliva dripped off his scrotum like river water. 

In the end, the orgasm was scared out of Merkhail. Reynami surprised him with a French kiss, after which she pulled on his bottom lip with her mouth.

"Aaahhh!" It all came out like a steady stream of white urine. 

Leanne did her best to take his cream. Her cheeks inflated like balloons. She released his dick, letting the last few spurts splatter over her face and drip down. His dick went limp as a noodle in her hands. 

"Look at all this cum," Leanne said after wiping said sticky fluid from her lips.

Ania collected some on her finger and put it in her mouth. Reynami took Leanne's face in her hand and kissed her, getting a taste of Merkhail's seed herself.

"You came too much." Reynami said.

"Uh man... Uh, ah -- you seriously complaining."

"We're not complaining. Because there's no harm in it NOW." said Leanne.

"What do you mean?"

The girls removed the bed sheets and advertised their swollen, portly bellies.

"Surprise!" All three girls said in unison, "We're all pregnant! And you're the father!"

#

Merkhail woke up screaming, "I want blood tests!"

After the air returned to his panicked lungs, he realized it was all a dream. One erotic, realistic and totally-possible dream. It was hot, very hot, like he was sleeping in an oven. Remembering all the history books he had read about humans on other planets being gathered up and marched into furnaces because they were 'unclean', Merkhail sprung back to readiness.

He was inside of a big bed with thick red covers. The entire room was red but that wasn't the interior decorator's fault. To the right of the bed was a massive glass window and beyond that was a sea of red, molten lava. It sloshed about like thick molasses; bubbles seeped to the surface and exploded in red-hot blasts. The extreme temperature sent waves of heat through the room that blurred Merkhail's vision. 

He pulled the covers off. The heat had melted all the hair on his bare legs.

"Hello?" he called.

Francine, who had managed to fasten herself to the ceiling with her alien hybrid skills, fell down on top of him and prevented his escape.

"Get off!" Merkhail tried, "Where the hell did you lock me up at?!" He answered his own question by looking out the window again. A fiery, molten landscape dotted with dilapidated hovels and archaic factories rusting away in the heat. A perpetually black sky with smog so thick the sun never broke through. Francine.

He was back on Bale II.

"This is my house. The riots are over," Francine explained, getting under the covers with him, "Because I'm in charge now. You worked yourself to death saving this planet. I wasn't going to let it go to waste."

"How are we not burning to death? You're front yard is made of lava!"

"The window is made from five layers of cryogine -- strong enough to handle direct contact with magma. Sometimes waves of lava splash up against the glass, it's really cool to watch!"

"Yeah, so is watching your insurance premiums go up and up."

"My house is virtually indestructible, stop worrying."

"And what if the cyogine glass cracks?"

"Well, we'd burn to death in roughly ten seconds."

Merkhail kicked off the covers, "Okay! I'm out of here! Heaven help us all if a bird flies into that thing or something!"

A talon armed with three-inch claws dug into his soft flesh like fish hooks. They pulled him back into the bed. There, Francine extended her tongue, aiming the tip of it at Merkhail's nose. Up close, he could see dozens of little spines, pulsating a dripping with venom. One wrong move and that tongue of hers would stick him like a scorpion tail.

With teary eyes and pursed lips, Francine delineated the situation. "This is your home now. You took care of me, and now I'm going to take care of you. We're family now."



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 08



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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, had some trouble submitting this one. This is probably going to be the second to last chapter in the series, so unless something changes I've got a big finale coming next. I'd like to start another series here soon.

Thank you for reading.

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VOLUME EIGHT

It was one of the last dignified occupations in the galaxy, one that technology had yet to ameliorate - the intergalactic postal courier. The internet couldn't always be relied on to transmit messages and some planets had no access to it at all, so at times it was necessary to deliver letters by hand, across light years if necessary. 

Princess Leanne peered out the Sarapatra's starboard window, squishing her fluffy boobs against the glass. A small, weathered mail-ship was struggling to dock with them outside. Leanne was so excited she found herself jumping up and down like a kid, making her jugs squeak against the glass.

Reynami called to her, "Hey! Squeaky-Boobs! Calm down."

"I can't! My hubby-wubby said he wrote me a very important letter."

"Couldn't he have just sent it through the net? How backwards is your planet?"

Leanne didn't dignify that with an answer; elven royalty were expected to maintain high proficiency in the written word, it was a form of art to them. 

Naturally, Ania wasn't paying attention at all, she instead preoccupied herself with Leanne's inadvertent music making. Curiously, she pressed her tiny boobs against the glass and tried to make them squeak.

"No, no, no!" Reynami marched over, "Your boobs aren't big enough, use your ass like this!" She bent over and pressed her butt cheeks against the glass and dragged them up and down. Ania did likewise.

Squeak-Squeak... Squeak-Squeak...

Ania's boobs may have been small but her butt was big, plump and giggly. She and Reynami dragged their asses up down the glass, alternating as they went.

Reynami tittered, "This is naughty! I can feel my leotard get sucked into my ass crack. You do it to Leanne."

Leanne shook her head. "Remember when Sister Margaret told us to be more professional? I don't think - "

"I said do it, elf-bitch!"

The princess reluctantly bent over and joined in the slutty activity. All three girls dragged their cheeks against the glass together, left, right, left and then back again. Demonstrating unique control over her loin muscles, Ania began twerking one cheek at a time, shaking her ass meat against the glass like it were made of jello. 

Squeak - squeak - squeak

"We couldn't probably get a song going out of this," Reynami mused. "Everyone follow me, left... Right... Left, right. Now up, down and side to side."

A tear of humiliation dripped down Leanne's cheek, "This is so degrading! We look like synchronized strippers!"

The door beside Leanne hissed and opened up. A human female courier walked into the Sarapatra, weighed down by heavy mail bags and wooly clothing designed to keep her warm inside her small mail-ship. She noticed the three girls rubbing their asses against the glass and came to a quick but collected stop.

"...Most people just wave hello." she intoned. "My name is Ariel, veteran courier with the United Earth Postal Service."

Leanne removed her pert derriere from the glass and tried to salvage what was left of her dignity with a hand-shake, "Princess Leanne. These two are Reynami and Ania. We're the Seraphim Soldiers assigned to protect the Sarapatra."

Ariel's eyes got wide. She reach up and played with her long brunette bangs, "Seraphim Girls? Really? Oh, so you, like, fight tentacle monsters and stuff?"

"When we have to." Reynami confirmed, "Tentacle monsters get such a bad rap nowadays. They can be very considerate when they want to be, sometimes they cook you breakfast after the lovin' is over."

Leanne put her hands over Reynami's mouth, "What she's trying to say is that we have many responsibilities and duties."

"...Want to see me twerk?" Ania asked in a placid monotone.

Leanne pushed her away. "The mail room is this way Miss Ariel, come on, I'll show you."

The mail woman took five steps and then buckled in pain. "Wait, wait... I need a second - Ouch!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing – Gah! Aaahhh!"

The young courier fell to her knees, dropping her bags and scattering mail all over the floor. She clutched her swollen abdomen as if it were the source of her discomfort. 

Leanne dove in for a closer look and gasped, "You're pregnant?!"

"Yeah – ow! It's a long story!"

"I-I'm sorry! I thought you were just fat!"

"Oh God! I think my water broke!"

A warm pool of amniotic fluid crawled across the floor and covered Leanne's boots. Reynami and Ania jumped in and stripped Ariel of her clothing, tossing it all aside. She was indeed pregnant but her stomach was only moderately larger than normal.

"How far along are you?" Leanne asked.

"About three weeks."

All three Seraphim Girls glanced at each other, silently confirming what they all heard.

"The father isn't human!" Ariel cried, "I was trying to keep this a secret but... I was raped by an alien during deliveries last month! It was hiding inside a barrel of water I was supposed to deliver, it attached to my pussy and wouldn't come off!"

"That's horrible!" Reynami declared, "It's also the perfect time to remind our readers that everything in this story is FICTIONAL. And if you're someone who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you feel the urge to re-create any of this in real life, please stop reading immediately and make an appointment with your doctor."

Ariel convulsed and wailed, her face glistening with sweat. "I can't believe this is happening to me!"

"Leanne, she's going to have the baby now," Reynami said, dead serious. "Help me pick her up, we need to get her to sickbay."

The elf-princess did so, but first she retrieved a single enveloped from the hundreds spread across the floor. It was addressed to her in golden ink, it had to be from her husband.

#

All three girls waddled through the ship with Ariel between them like she were cargo - that was in labor. It was still a long way to sickbay, and they had to somehow climb up one deck without freaking anyone out.

Leanne panted and struggled to hold Ariel's weight, "You know, if Merkhail were still here he'd lift our spirits with a bunch of jokes right now."

Reynami scoffed, "Well, he's not. He's gone back to earth and he's not coming back, period, dot, end of sentence. That fat lady has sung."

"AAAHHH GGGOOODDD!" Ariel roared.

"See what I mean?"

The girls hauled the pregnant mail-woman a few more yards; they stopped upon hearing Sister Margaret's voice. Leanne bit her tongue, Margaret had been bossy as of late, demanding that the Seraphim Girls act more professional and focus on protecting the ship. But right now they were hauling around a woman who was about to give birth to an evil sex monster that might very well rape every woman on board.

"Restrooms!" Leanne said, "I'll get rid of Margaret!"

Ania and Reynami dragged Ariel into the lady's room and closed the door tight. Margaret walked around the corner. Even though she had left the habit, she still wore the clothing, a tight rubber suit hugged her shapely body underneath her raven black tunic. A white wimple wrapped around her face and head, long green hair flowed from her crown and down along her body.

Margaret spoke, "Princess Leanne? Where is Ania? She was supposed to run reports for me."

Leanne played with her hands, "Uh, uh, uh – haven't seen her."

"Drop the 'Uh's' and I might believe you."

"Okay, um...here's the thing. We've run into a slight problem." Sister Margaret crossed her arms and arched her back, scaring the young elfin princess into telling the worse lie ever. "Ania is constipated! She's in the restroom right now with Reynami!"

Margaret casually glanced at the lady's room door. "...Why is Reynami with her?"

"For...support."

"Well, when she's feeling better have her report to me."

"Yes ma'am! Aye-aye!"

Ariel's labor-pained voice sliced through the air, "OH MY LORD! IT'S COMING!"

With a slack jaw, Margaret pointed, "What did Ania eat?! Does she need a doctor?"

"I'M BEING SPLIT IN HALF!"

Leanne blocked Margaret from going into the restrooms, "No! No, she doesn't need – don't go in there! Can I...have a second alone to sort this out?"

"Fine." Margaret put a fist on her hip, "But this isn't very lady-like behavior."

Leanne forced a laugh that sounded so comically fake that even she didn't believe it, "Hey, girls have to poop too, you know? ...Everyone poops."

#

Inside the lady's room to quite a sight, Ariel was on her back, legs spread and vagina open. She was dilated so wide one could see all the way up to her uterus. Ania squatted like a watchful doctor looking for the baby's head - provided it even had a head. Reynami stood a safe distance back with her laser rifle up and activated, ready to kill whatever popped out of Ariel's womb. 

"Margaret's gone. For now." Leanne reported.

"Good, now all we have to do is get this damned baby out." Reynami said.

Ariel took big, labored breaths. Her face was red and wet with sweat, her hair was plastered to her face like wallpaper. 

"How are you doing honey?" Leanne asked compassionately.

"I'm about to give birth to some ugly alien in a restroom, how do you think I'm doing?! I had dreams you know! I was supposed to get married before I turned 20, but here I am! 26 years old and still single! Fuck the universe!"

With a smirk, Reynami spat, "You're going to STAY single with an attitude like that, bitch. I'm Bi and even I don't want you."

They were never going to get Ariel to sickbay and even if they did, the Sarapatra had only one doctor and she was usually hammered after lunch. If she was going to have the baby it had to be here, it was the only pragmatic solution.

"How does she look Ania?" Leanne asked.

"...Gross."

"Is she close to delivery?"

"...Beats me."

Ariel kicked her feet, espousing shrieks of pain and frustration. "Sweet Moses, my mid-wives are The Three F'ing Stooges!"

Ania got serious stuck her belt into Ariel's mouth, giving her something to bit on. "...Deep breaths and push, okay?"

Ariel nodded and did as instructed. Things were under control at the moment, Reynami spoke out the side of her mouth, "What did the letter from your husband say, Leanne?"

"Don't know, haven't had a chance to read it."

"It's a good thing, right? Your hubby never sends you letters, bet he's got a lot to tell you."

Leanne pulled out the letter in question, her fingers trembling at the thought of opening it. She joined the Seraphim Soldiers shortly after marrying him and hadn't heard a thing since. What could did he want to tell her? And why now?

Ania broke character and shouted out, "Holy crap, heads up!"

Slime splattered against the restroom floor, followed by a gross squirting sound and a colorful swear word. Something that looked like a small purple Stingray with green spots emerged from Ariel's gaping pussy, slopping to the ground like a snot ball. Instantly, it started flopping around like a fish out of water. It had two big, goofy fish eyes sprouting from its body, making it look like something from a cartoon. 

Reynami took aim and fired a laser blast at the unholy thing. It jumped up and dodged, bouncing its oily body against the wall. "Leanne! Get it!" 

Leanne drew a laser pistol holstered across her butt, fired and missed. The alien slithered up the restroom wall and onto the ceiling, its slimy underbelly giving it traction. It jumped at Reynami and landed square on her crotch. She tried to pull it off but the slime it secreted glued its rubbery skin to her own. Its fleshy body started to gyrate and grind into her.

"What's that ugly thing doing?!" Leanne asked.

Reynami staggered around with twenty pounds of slimy alien stuck to her groin. Her cheeks flushed a gentle shade of rose. "Oh... I don't know, it's rubbing my pussy lips with something. It's – ah! It's vibrating against my slit. Ho God - I'm already soaked down there! Hold on, now it's eating through my leotard... It's nuzzling my clitoris and - "

Her back arched like she had been struck by lightning. Her tongue flopped out and her eyes rolled back. "Oh, fffuuuck!"

The alien was obviously penetrating Reynami, sapping her strength and making her knees clack together. Leanne was more intrigued that something fresh out of the womb could be so well hung. Blasting the monster was a little difficult, the laser bolt would go all the way through and fry Reynami's pussy. And Reynami would rather lose an arm than her precious honey-hole.

"Get it off before it cums inside you!" Ariel warned. "Those things unload in seconds!"

Reynami grabbed a sink. Her hips bucked up and down wildly as the monster stuffed her deep, her ass cheeks bounced about in the air. 

"I-It's cumming! Ah!"

Thick, gray splooge drizzled out from Reynami's pussy. As the creature climaxed, it stopped humping her.

"Wow! This little guy shot for distance and accuracy!" She stuck the barrel of her laser pistol into the creature's squishy body, "Okay little guy, now you die."

The mottled stingray flew off of Reynami moments before she pulled the trigger. It bounced off the walls and splashed into one of the toilets.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" Leanne stomped her feet like a pouting little girl, "It's inside the plumbing now! It can pop out of any toilet on the ship!"

Far from being concerned, Reynami burst into laughter, "Ha, ha! Surprise butt sex on level 3!"

Ariel looked a lot better now that she had delivered her unholy spawn, she gently panted and returned Reynami's joke in spades, "Laugh all you want lady, that thing busted a nut inside you. You're sooooo pregnant."

"'Faye' with an 'ail', sister! I'm a Seraphim Soldier. My tubes are tied."

It was true, all Seraphim Soldiers were sterilized upon entering service; a precaution for contingencies like the one Reynami just encountered. But not every woman onboard the ship was sterile, if the little alien-rapist found its way into some poor girl's bedroom, there would be hell to pay. Leanne shuddered to think what Margaret would do to them if it impregnated HER.

"Alright, we need a plan. Suggestions?" the elfin princess asked.

"...Want to see me twerk?" Ania asked.

"No. Reynami, what about you?"

Reynami snapped her fingers as if she had a genuine eureka moment, "Got it! We let Ania twerk and make the critter come to us! Nothing with a penis can resist that ass of hers!"

Leanne rubbed her temples, bewildered by how quickly her comrades could formulate bad ideas. The alien was newly born and not very intelligent, the complex maze of plumbing pipes was sure to confuse if for the next few hours. She activated her visor and pulled up a map of the ship. Glowing red lines drew a blueprint of every room in the Sarapatra.

"Everyone follow me to Engineering," Leanne said, "I have a plan...I think."

"Fine," Reynami said. "But you need to let Ania shake her ass. Trust me, Asses workses... Uh... I mean... Asseses workeses... Workeseses... You know what I mean!"

#

Leanne told her comrades to meet her in engineering so naturally, they didn't show up. The childish elf princess shook her fists in dismay, "Poo on you Reynami! Poo on you Ania!"

The unfriendly bowls of Engineering were a cavernous, ugly sight with rusty metal piles running the walls like noodles. The copious smell of oil saturated the air. Crude switches and levels controlled the few luxuries the Sarapatra had to offer – including the toilets. Leanne danced from lever to lever like a pianist, draining all of the ship's water into the onboard septic tank and stopping new water from being drawn from the reservoir located on the bottom of the ship. They were 5 hours away from the nearest space station, they could replenish water there.

The blonde elf princess let out a frustrated sigh. She was willing to bet her kingdom's entire fortune that she and the other Seraphim Girls would fail to protect the ship like they always did, the pesky critter would surely impregnate every woman on board. And then Margaret would lose her shit, Leanne imagined her as a very angry pregger.

Something dripped from the pipes above her head. It was a slimy liquid that drizzled down her hair and onto her exposed cleavage. From there, it gently slithered into her tight space leotard, covering her sensitive elf flesh like a second skin. 

"Ew..." she murmured. Engineering was a filthy place.

#

Leanne's boots clicked against the steel floor as she made her way topside. When she found Reynami and Ania, she'd wag her finger at them for being so lazy. And then, she'd tied their hands together and finger fuck them until they passed out.

She came to a halt, where did that idea come from?

Her whole body felt hot and sensitive, when she walked, her pussy rubbed against the fabric of her leotard, making her vulva swell and throb. She looked down at her crotch and heard her mound of Venus go squish with every step she took. Warm honey seeped from out the sides of her leotard and down her thighs, glistening in the light.

The slime that had dripped into Leanne's suit felt tingly-warm and filled her head with un-ladylike thoughts of sex. Her cheeks turned red and beads of sweat dripped down her temples. It was at that moment she realized how slimy the alien Ariel birthed looked.

"That little poop-head!" she shouted. Aphrodisiac slime - how unoriginal. 

Leanne bit her lip and resisted the urge to fondle herself. She rubbed her thighs together and applied pressure to her vulva, trying to get at least a little relief.

Her radio headset crackled, "Your Highness? It's Margaret. I have an important inquiry for you."

"Y-Yes?"

"I just took a pee. There's no water in my toilet. Am I going insane?"

"No, no – we've got a s-slight problem with the, ah...p-plumbing so I ordered Engineering to turn off the water." 

Before she knew it, Leanne was rubbing her cunt with her fingers. Rich, thick pussy juice seeped out the sides of her leotard and splashed to the floor. Her whole body ached and quivered.

"Are you okay?" Margaret asked, "You sound funny."

"I-I'm fine!" Leanne cried, using her left hand to stop her right hand from rubbing her private parts. "I've got everything under control, d-don't worry."

"I DO worry. Get up here and tell me what's wrong with the plumbing."

"I will! I'll come up there once my shift ends." Leanne pulled aside her leotard and pinched her gooey cunt lips, sending waves of pleasure through her body, "I'll cum up there so hard I'll pee myself!"

"...Excuse me?"

"I-I'll be there in a moment! Over and out!"

Leanne chewed the side of her mouth in order to keep her lustful brain occupied. There were men all over Engineering and a few had already pinched her ass, if they knew she was hot and horny they'd rape her until dawn. She staggered off to a secluded area, stiffly walking like a windup toy with no leg joints. Someone as pure and innocent as her couldn't be seen masturbating in public.

# 

There was a small janitor closet that stank of wet mops and mold. It was good enough for Leanne, she got in and locked the door. She fell to her knees and stuffed her hands into her leotard. Her red genitals were swollen and hot to the touch, glistening with gooey love honey; her sweaty hair hung damply over her eyes. If she took another step, she'd climax for sure, she needed to surrender to lust here and now.

With a dirty cleaning rag, she started to wipe all the alien slime off her skin. She unzipped the front of her uniform and cleaned off her heaving milk-sacks. It didn't work, all she did was spread the slime around even more. To make matters worse, she couldn't clean off her pussy without touching her clit, she caught the tip of the engorged love button every time she tried to wipe away the slime around it. 




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 08



"Fine!" The princess whimpered in defeat, if she couldn't resist pleasure she could certainly give into it. She spread her legs as far as she could. Two slender fingers entered the furnace that was her cunt, making her squirt. 

Schlop, schlop, schlop.

The cute elf soldier rarely masturbated, she considered the act simplistic and undignified, but on those rare occasions when she gave in to animal instinct, she tried to make amends for the disgrace by thinking of her husband. She had yet to read his letter and the suspense was killing her. Was he going to apologize for sending her into the darkest parts of the universe? Was he proud of her? Did he finally want her to come home?

"Aaahhh!" Leanne's thigh meat quivered. 

The fingers on her right hand were buried knuckle deep inside her hole and she used the fingers on her left to work her clitoris.

She moaned to herself, "I-Its wet and sticky down there... But it feels good... Like I'm in love..." 

She rotated the tip of her clitoris slowly, massaging it out from under its pesky hood. Jolts of feminine ecstasy shot through her spine, arching it into an inverted 'U' shape.

"Mmmmm... Nnnggghhh... Ooohhh!" She closed her eyes and frowned, "Almost... Almost there..."

Her strained finger muscles began to ache from over use. Her nipples scrapped against rubbery leotard fabric releasing waves of oxytoxin that flooded her brain, changing her from cute princess to a sex-crazed bitch in heat.

She looked over her boobs and saw her engorged labia major. "T-This is so embarrassing... And unprofessional..."

Modesty always ruined Leanne's sexual adventures, whether they be with her husband or some random, horny tentacle monster. Why was she worried about it now? Merkhail was gone and she was stuck in a dead end job. She gently pulled on her pussy lips, feeling all 8,000 + nerves in her clitoris stand on end. 

"C-Come on!" she panted, "I can... Almost..." Her orgasm was within reach, all she needed was one final push. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

She squirted, painting the closet wall with sparkling cum. Thinking of Merkhail always brought her to orgasm, no matter what.

Leanne laid on the closet floor panting like a dog, wondering if anyone outside had heard her. She pulled out her husband's letter and stared at it with pensive indecision, worried about what it might say or not say.

Crash!

Her husband's letter would have to wait a little longer, the alien that everyone was hunting crashed on top of her like a falling rock. The little monster had tripled in size since being born, it still looked like a slimy stingray but now it was equipped with six long, tentacle-like legs. Its rubbery skin glistened with aphrodisiac slime and its two fish-eyes rolled about in its head.

Leanne opened her mouth to call for help. The monster spat a wad of gross mucus into her face, covering her lips and eyes. Gross! Then, it stabbed its ten inch dick at her crotch, prodding for a warm, wet hole to invade.

"Oh no you don't!" Leanne cried. She pushed the creature's wet body away with all her might. Only two inches of dick meat managed to penetrate her.

"Reynami! Ania! Help me, I'm down in Engineering!"

The alien was much stinkier and heavier now, Leanne had no chance of removing its blubbery girth from her own. Its dick head scraped against the wet entrance of her pussy, stimulating itself despite being only 2 inches deep.

The alien's body convulsed. "No!" Leanne shouted, fearing it was about to orgasm.

Hot white spunk flooded her pink insides, alien sperm cells battered the threshold of her uterus like barbarians at a gate. How confused they must have been to find no eggs in her sterilized womb. Leanne was released and the monster disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"...Leanne?" Reynami asked through Leanne's radio, "You okay honey?"

Leanne reached down with her hand and removed a wad of thick, goopy semen. It dripped off her fingers like pale maple syrup. "No... I got spunked." she said though pouty lips.

"Did you see where it went?"

"No, but..." Leanne looked around at all the leaking pipes above her head. "I think it likes water."

#

All of the fresh water onboard the Sarapatra was stored in the center of the ship inside a huge reservoir. Motors continuously pumped H2O to every deck of the ship but since Leanne shut everything down, the reservoir was silent and still.

The 3 Seraphim Girls stood in the center of the reservoir on top of a small pedestal that acted like an island. The pedestal was only about 10 feet wide, the entire reservoir spanned a radius of at least 100 feet, it might as well been an ocean. The gentle lapping of water was enough to put one to sleep.

"Can't believe we had this onboard!" Reynami exclaimed, "You could go swimming down here!"

Leanne rolled her eyes. Swimming in the reservoir was suicide, if the pumps were running, you'd get sucked up a pipe and crushed to death. 

The girls had swapped their uniforms out for swimsuits. Leanne wore a sapphire blue bikini with a string-tied top and a bikini bottom that was guaranteed to never creep up. Or at least that's what the package promised, already the fabric was sinking into her butt hole. Perhaps her plump butt cheeks were too much for the bikini to handle.

Reynami had astonishingly chosen to wear a swimsuit rather than go naked, it was a hot pink number with a bottom that left most of her derriere exposed. Gold metal rings on her hips and chest held the fabric together. She jumped up and down, bouncing her F-Cup tits to see if her bikini could contain the creamy lumps. One of them popped out like a grape, she comically tried to put it back in.

Ania was doing warm-up stretches in a skin-tight school swimsuit that was so white her dark nipples and mangy pubic hair showed through the fabric. Her skin was naturally pale so at a distance it was hard to tell where her flesh ended and the suit began.

"What are you wearing, Ania?" Leanne asked while tying her hair into a ponytail.

"School swimsuit... From Japan."

"Aren't they supposed to be blue?"

Ania's face was plastered with an emotionless stare, "I bought this one from a naughty website."

"I thought Margaret restricted our internet access?" Leanne quipped. Margaret became tired of seeing half of Ania's and Reynami's paycheck going to websites like Nymphos_r_us.com so last week she engaged a bunch of parental restrictions that blocked certain websites.

Ania explained, "I got it last month... From Fuckme.org."

Reynami laughed out loud, "These stores are running out or creative names."

Leanne strapped a bandolier of laser pistols across her wide alabaster hips. Laser bolts lost 90 percent of their speed, accuracy and distance underwater, but unlike powder weapons they at least worked.

"Think our slimy playboy is in there?" Reynami asked.

"Least we can do is check." Leanne stuck a rebreather into her mouth that attached to a small oxygen tank on her back. "I'm going in. See you underwater."

#

The girls splashed into the reservoir leaving behind long trails of bubbles. The water was fresh and clear enough to see everything below, a spider web of water pipes spanned the floor like spaghetti noodles, gigantic but silent propellers surrounded them. It was quiet, all Leanne could hear was the hissing of her oxygen tank.

"Margaret's going to go nuts if she finds out about this." Reynami said through her radio, her voice muffled by the water. She was slowly swimming along at Leanne's 11 O'clock. "I had a hard enough time explaining where I was going with this bikini on."

"All the more reason to find that stinky-butt and kill it." said Leanne.

One of Leanne's pointed ears ear pricked up upon hearing a sound of thunder. All three girls floated to a stop and with their heads on swivels. Their target was in the water with them, and it was much, much bigger than a few hours ago. 

A gargantuan monster of Godzilla proportions appeared within Leanne's goggles. The alien Ariel had birthed still looked like a purple Stingray with green spots but now it was nearly 30 feet wide. It was so big it had its own gravitational pull.

Leanne nearly spat out her rebreather, she swam backwards as fast as she could. Every tiny movement the goliath made shook the entire reservoir. From its gapping mouth came an intense roar that gyrated the water around the girls. The vibrations were strong enough to untie Leanne's bikini top.

"Holy shit!" Reynami said over the radio. She was swimming far away in the distance. "Out of the water, like now!"

Leanne's bikini top was gone, she would have to carry on bare breasted. Paralyzed with fear, her light, elfin voice carried no confidence, "G-Get back here Reynami! We can't be s-scared!"

Ania swam up and fired a few laser blasts. The alien shook its mammoth head in dismay, creating a wake that blew Ania's petite body backwards. Leanne drew her two laser pistols and fired them simultaneously, green bolts of light shot through the water and scorched the monster's skin. Both girls swam away, shooting back at their target as they went.

Angered, the creature swam after them with and open maw. It was strange, Leanne thought, this had to be the first alien they fought that wanted to kill them instead of rape them. 

Ania turned around and fired into the monster's mouth and point blank range. It moved in to swallow her whole.

"Ania!" Reynami swam around behind and put a laser bolt up the thing's ass. 

Now it was really angry, it capriciously flapped out of control, gyrating the water as a blender would. The three Seraphim Girls were thrown about like stick in a hurricane, spinning up and down and out of control. They hung onto their guns and fired from every angle, frying the creature until the water smelled like burnt fish. Eventually, the target stopped moving.

"We got it! Ha, ha!" Reynami called.

"...And it didn't try to make sexy time with us." Ania remarked.

Suddenly, the alien's closed eyelids peeled back again. It opened its mouth and dry-heaved, like it was trying to puke or something. Leanne spied a gross blob of something shoot from its mouth and darken the water. Only when the puke got closer did she realize what it was.

It was a swarm of tinier aliens similar to the one that spat them out. They were only about a foot long each, protracted and snake-like with big mouths and fat lips. They flocked together like a school of fish. They swarmed over Leanne, hooking onto her body with their mouths. 

Leanne flailed about in the water helplessly as dozens of slimy bodies crawled and kissed their way over her flesh, tying up her arms and legs. They wildly squirmed into the waistband of her bikini, she saw them wiggle underneath the blue fabric. Two others opened their lips and latched onto her exposed nipples, suckling her dark nubs like babies.

"Don't do that!" Leanne said, wrestling the creatures off her tits, "Don't suckle! I'm not your mom!" 

Arousal became the young princess, she floated helplessly through the water covered head to toe in hundreds of slimy fish. At least a dozen had piled into her bikini bottom, their bodies writhing against the sensitive female parts it concealed. They writhed around so much they managed to pull her bikini down. 

"Nnnggghhh! Ooohhh!" Leanne moaned, creating a tower of bubbles above her head. 

Her wild attempts to pull the creatures off began to fade as they sexed her up. Every time she managed to get them off her boobs, two more would swim up to take their place. And their mouths gripped her nipples like pliers, when she tried to pull them off, her nipples stretched three inches tall before snapping back into place. It was less stimulating to just let them suckle.

Leanne's brow creased with outrage, she was trying to preform and very serious task and here she was tied up by a swam of perverted pests. And they were effective, her malleable flesh was covered in tiny fish-kisses, distracting her brain and limiting her movement. They were kissing her belly button, the small of her back, her inner thighs, the nape of her neck...everywhere! 

Her bikini bottom slipped off her bucking hips and down around her thighs. Something cold was wiggling into the heat beyond her pussy lips. She kicked her legs in protest but that only made her vagina stretch wider. 

"Stop it! I can't swim with you guys – ah! N-Na... Aaahhh!"

Gripping the laser pistols in her hands, she fired blindly, killing a small number of the little pests.

Stuck in the same predicament, Ania tumbled through the water past Leanne. Her swimsuit was stuffed with invaders, their tails poked out of every opening her one-piece had. She struggled to get her swimsuit off, she pulled off the shoulder straps and exposed her chest but the slimy critters clung to her skin even without the help of her suit. She orgasmed, bubbles spewed from out the sides of her rebreather and her whole body arched as if electricity was shooting through it. 

Leanne reached down and pulled a squirming alien fish from her pussy. Off to her left, Reynami did doing the same. She had dropped her laser rifle and was using both hands to remove the unwanted company from her snatch. More aliens swarmed onto her body, one gracefully slid down the back of her bikini bottom. 

"WHOA!" Reynami's back arched as the little creature buried itself into her puckered ass hole, slipping right past the tight, muscular rim. She thrashed about in the water, unable to reach behind and remove that which tormented her back door.

"Uuuuuhhhh! Ah! AAAHHH!" All the kissing brought Leanne to an unwelcome but incredibly satisfying orgasm that turned her whole face red. 

The needle of Leanne's oxygen gauge was in the wrong spot. Her moans and pants of sexual arousal had used up most of her oxygen, if the fish creatures didn't stop, she'd suffocate. And if that wasn't bad enough, the mother-alien was swimming towards her with bad intent.

Leanne swam as fast as her post-orgasm body would let her, losing her bikini bottom in the process. She dragged herself the surface and burst through the water like a dolphin, landing onto the safety of the pedestal. The monster crashed into it, shaking the whole ship and stunning itself.

Margaret's voice crackled through Leanne's radio, "Your Highness? We have a slight problem."

Leanne laughed to herself and pulled all the fish from her skin. "W-Wha... is it?!"

"Engineering turned off the water pumps for some damn reason and the toilets aren't working. Don't worry, I'm restoring power now."

Not good, if the pumps were turned on, Ania and Reynami would be killed!

"Reynami! Ania! Get out of the water NOW!"

"Restoring power in 10... 9... 8..." Margret counted.

Reynami emerged from the water, sucking on a slimy alien rather than her rebreather. Last was Ania, she landed face down and ass up, a wiggling body hung out her butt-hole like a tail, stretching her rectum 4 inches wide.

"...Get it out!" Ania panted in frustration. 

"3... 2... 1..."

Vroom!

All the reservoir pumps and propellers turned on, eviscerating the monster alien into tiny chunks. The water turned green with blood. It was over.

"Margaret?" Leanne asked. "Are you near a sink? Turn it on."

Two seconds later, the former nun's angry voice sliced through the airwaves, "Ah! It's nothing but blood and guts! What did you do?!"

The girls all laughed, victory was indeed theirs. Leanne caught sight of an abnormality on Ania's face: a smile.

"...You did a good job Your Highness." Ania chirped. "...Your husband would be proud."

Reynami stuck her finger into the water and pulled out a wad of fish guts. "Here, here. Our little elf bitch is growing up."

Leanne didn't know what to say, she blushed cheek to cheek. If only Merkhail was here to see her accomplishment.

#

In the end, Margaret never found out what really happened. It was for the best, the modest nun was only onboard the Sarapatra at Merkhail's request, she didn't need to know the XXX rated details of what the Seraphim Girls did. 

Ariel recovered from her ordeal while in sickbay, she was back to normal in only a few short hours.

"I have to hand it to you girls," Ariel began before leaving, "You get things done. And that trumps professionalism any day in my book."

Ariel's ship blasted off into the starry abyss that was outer space. Things returned to normal again, but everyone had to do without water for the next few hours until they could clean out the reservoir. Leanne made sure to utilize this down-time to open her husband's letter.

#

It was midnight. Leanne sat on her bed with only one small lamp on, she wore her favorite night gown, a pink, frilly thing so thin that you could see her naked body underneath it. In her hands she held her husband's letter, something she had waited moths to get. She held it for so long that her sweat was seeping into it.

Reynami and Ania entered her room without knocking, concerned looks on their faces. 

Leanne lazily turned her head, her eyes were red and puffy, her throat swollen. "...My husband knows about everything I've done." She stabbed a finger, "I NEVER wanted to join the Seraphim Corps! He MADE me join! I've seen terrible, disgusting things while protecting this ship, but I put up with it! Because that's what he wanted!"

Reynami took a seat on the bed and placed a concerned hand on Leanne's thigh, "Is he...upset? With...the things aliens have done to you?"

"...Yes. He wants a divorce." she said.

Saying such a thing out loud only amplified the pain, Leanne sniffled like a little girl who had been betrayed by the man she loved. Ania and Reynami took the fragile former-princess in their arms and let her cry. 



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 09



Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the delay. I appreciate anyone who takes time out of their day to read my work and I'm afraid I've let you down, I apologize. A friend of mine has been working very hard on a new online magazine and I've been dedicating a lot of time to helping him out. 

I'm breaking my final chapter into two shorter parts. This is the first half. Thank you for reading. 

-

Ania briskly meandered the hallways, her arms stiffly locked to her sides in a manner that disturbed just about everyone. Her short and wispy hair fluttered when she turned a corner and ran into Hayne, her friend from the Sarapatra Galley. He was quite short, but his boyish charms and cucumber sized happy-stick were more than adequate compensation for such a shortcoming.

"Ania!" he called with a half-smile, "Where are you running off to?"

"Looking for someone..." Ania chanted tepidly.

Hayne quickly confirmed their isolation, "...Are you looking for me? Again? Was I THAT good?" With childish enthusiasm he dropped his pants, "Hey, can you wear the French Maid outfit again? With the little mini skirt and thong? I could fuck you for days in that thing" 

"Not looking for you. Looking for Leanne. Seen her?"

"Oh, you mean Princess kill-joy? Last I saw she was embarrassing herself in the lounge. Is it true she's not a princess anymore?"

"It's true."

"Man, her husband is such a dick. But then again you girls do eat a lot of alien splooge - hey wait!"

Ania sped off to the lounge, located on the fourth floor near the observation deck. She could hear the faint sounds of karaoke music mixed with male voices. She entered. Leanne was on top of a table with a microphone, drunk off her ass and singing her heart out. All the alcohol in her system didn't improve her singing at all, which Ania likened a chipmunk high on amphetamines with its balls in a vice. Merkhail disagreed, he compared it to seagull getting strangled while being punched in the gut. Their debates were frequent and animated.

Leanne was singing in her skimpy underwear, which explained the male audience. She swayed to and from with a flushed face, shaking her boobs around in circles. Bank notes hung out the waistband of her silky white panties trimmed with pure gold. One of the men approached her, pretending to give her more money. He instead used the opportunity to look down the front of her panties. Leanne was so drunk she never noticed.

Ania pulled the plug on the karaoke machine.

"Hey! What the hell?!" said one of the men angrily.

He took two steps towards Ania. She drew her laser shotgun and pointed it at him, arresting his advance.

"Er...okay, you win girl."

Leanne fell flat on her face when she tried to get off the stage.

"Stand up princess." said Ania.

"Don't call me that! I'm not no longer a prinshess!"

"Fine. Leanne, stand up."

"Don't not call me Leanne either."

"Well...What am I supposed to call you then?"

Leanne wobbled around like a pin. She looked at the nametag someone had strapped to her bra, "I'm...'Private Cum Dump!' Or wait, the one on my panties says I'm 'Seraphim Slut Girl'."

Leanne began dancing around like she had to use the bathroom. She gently removed a wet wad of paper from her rectum. "Hmm. The one up my ass is asking if I've ever fucked a girl."

Appearing out of thin air, Reynami took the note and laughed, "Yeah, that one was mine. Sorry, you looked so hot up on stage."

"I'm fine! Really! I jush want to be alone."

"Leanne, you're not fine. I managed to shove a paper note five inches up your ass and you never noticed. You're upset right? About Merkhail leaving? About your husband divorcing you? About you being a ditz with big boobs who has no professional future in the military?"

"You're not helping!"

"Of course I am! I complemented your milk sacks didn't I?"

Leanne waved Reynami away and stumbled towards the exit, her feet landing on the floor just in time to stop her from falling. She clumsily looked back, "Want to know what the worss part is? The newshpapers have a picture of Francine in them. They say she's a criminal who hash been imper – imper - impershonating officers. Ha!"

Ania and Reynami exchanged concerned looks. Without speaking they both knew the truth: the woman they surrendered Merkhail to months ago was a phony. 

#

Merkhail slowly awoke in the same bed he'd slept for weeks. For a prisoner, he didn't have anything to complain about, a warm bed, good food, and the most unorthodox of wake up calls every morning. 

He quickly pulled off the covers to find Francine naked at the foot of his bed, her lips locked around his morning wood. She did this every morning without fail and without detection. Her moist lips slithered up and down his hot dick meat leaving behind silver trails of saliva, the gentle sucking sounds she made were quiet and melodic. 

She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, melting his surprise with her big and watery blue eyes like she always did. Her messy hair tickled his abdomen every time she went down on him.

"Uh... Whoa, a... Slow down."

Francine to a short break. "Come on daddy, let me have your happy juice like you always do."

Merkhail hated it when she called him dad, one of her many, many pretentious eccentricities. Incest seemed to arouse her more than anything else, she collapsed into a pile of horny need at the mere thought of having sex with her own father. It wasn't at all Merkhail's cup of tea but he wasn't going to pass judgment on a poor hybrid-girl's private pleasures. 

"Could you, I don't know, watch the teeth? Please Francine?"

Francine lifted her lips from his dick and showed him exactly what he was scared off. "Don't like my teeth? How about this then?"

She unrolled her long, fleshy tongue and coiled it around his penis. It felt cool and tickly to the touch, it was like watching a snake coil around his stick. It massaged his tool from base to tip, gripping the loose skin, pulling it up and down the stiff tissue beneath. She cupped his balls with her hands and softy weighed them, charming his sperm awake.

She wrapped her silky hair around his penis and used it to jack him off, it felt soft and ticklish. She pulled the locks up and down his shaft at a quickening pace, all the while looking up at him with big, glistening eyes lined with fluttering eyelashes. The hair job along with Francine's submissive staring caused Merkhail's body to thrash about the bed with the agony of orgasm.

Thick cream splattered Francine's face and bangs, walking down her skin like slow dripping paint. She opened her nostrils and took a big whiff of his essence, huffing his testosterone like it were a drug and quivering.

With a bashful smile, she looked down at her crotch, "Oopsie. I creamed my panties after smelling all of dad's seed."

She untied her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her modest lady lumps bounced into their natural shape like pert water balloons. Her childish cartoon panties were glued to her vulva with pussy juice that ran down her inner thighs. 

Francine's very existence was a kind of thought-provoking phenomenon for Merkhail; she was a half breed but she wasn't a deformed monster, she was a beautiful woman with smart genes that knew how to marry the best features of both human and monster. Her complicated brain was clearly human, as was her beautiful body and reproductive organs. But her limbs were alien. She had powerful claws on her hands and feet for jumping, grappling, hunting, etc, all things to make her a better predator. Not to mention her tongue, which could poison and kill prey in minutes. Putting aside the tragic circumstances of her birth, Francine really was the perfect creature.

The hybrid-girl jumped onto the bed facing his feet, she placed his head between her thighs and lowered her soppy pussy onto his face.

"You have to smell MY happy juice now too! Go on daddy, smell your daughter's private place!" she said.

Perhaps he was too hasty thinking she was the perfect creature, her childish, perverted mind was more than a minor shortcoming. Merkhail gentled lapped at the wet fabric of her panty. Her thigh flesh gyrated. He pulled her panty aside and saw two plushy vulva lips shaking about, opening and closing over a tunnel of pink. Strands of silvery honey dripped off her labia minora. He tasted the insides of her pussy, dragging his tongue across the slick walls, feeling the rubbery flesh contract on contact. Her clit exposed itself to him, which he massaged after the right amount of foreplay.

"Ah! Ah! You found my... secret place! NNNGGGHHH! AAAHHH!"

She squirted all over his face. Franicne was trembling with the pain of satisfaction, Merkhail took advantage of her weakness and threw her onto her stomach. She grabbed her hair with a strong hand and violently penetrated her without permission. 

"I-I didn't say you could do that!" Francine whined. Her outrage was clearly a farce.

Merkhail fucked her so hard he cracked the bed frame. This was the fourth bed he had broken. He was angry, his career was over and he'd probably never see Leanne and the girls again. But he wasn't angry at Francine, all she wanted was a caring partner who would love her for who she was, and Merkhail was ready to oblige. 

He banged his hips into her soft ass meat again and again. "You're not screaming loud enough!" He said to her.

"Ah! Aaahhh! I'm sorry daddy!"

Merkhail pulled her hair and brought his hand across her butt with bruising consequences. 

"Of fu – Gah! Please don't do - "

"Shut it."

Francine's pussy greedily sucked him off despite her protests, it was like having sex with a wet vacuum. And he liked it. To him, nothing in the universe was real except her pussy. And like all the times before, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

He shoved Francine's face into the covers to shut her up. This was his moment. He came into her. 

"Ngh... Mmmnnn," she moaned in defeat.

Merkhail withdrew his dick; it was like pulling a hose from a spigot, splooge dripped all over the place. 

Ring!

It was the bedside telephone. Francine's tongue shot out from her mouth and retrieved the receiver like a frog snatching a fly out of the sky.   

"Hello? Yes, this is Francine. Uh-huh... What?! Can't it wait?! I'm getting whore-fucked by daddy right now!"

"Honey, I don't think he needed to know that!" said Merkhail in between breathes.

In a fit of anger, Francine crushed the phone in her muscular claws. She was so angry that even the veins in her exposed pussy were throbbing. It brought a smile to Merkhail's face, there was only one thing that could make her so angry.

"That was my head of security!" she fumed, "Those damn Seraphim Space Sluts of yours have found me."

Merkhail's whole body melted with a relief that sex with Francine never brought. "I guess that's bad news for you, huh?"

Francine seized Merkhail's neck with her claws. Her sharp, spiked tongue slithered out from her mouth, touching him gently on the nose, threatening him. "Wrong. It's bad news for you. Let me make this clear daddy dearest: I didn't come this far to watch that fucking elf cunt take you away from me."



Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 10



Author's Note: This will be the last chapter of the 'Seraphim Space Girls' series and I hope I got the ending right, ha, ha. I appreciate everyone's feedback, without it I probably wouldn't have finished the story so thank you. If you liked this series I encourage you to read my 'Angels Don't Fall in Love' series, it's a similar, more serious variation on a theme. I consider it better that 'Seraphim Girls' but ironically it seems to be less popular; it's funny how things go.

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Leanne weighed two heavy rifle magazine in each of her hands. She looked down at the laser rifle in front of her, intimidated by the size and complexity of the weapon. "Um, Reynami? Which magazine goes with this laser rifle?"

"Which rifle do you have? The RT Mark IV, the Ostrich 533 or the Barlow & Crane Automatic Model 4989?"

The girlish elf-soldier stared at the gun like an eight year old struggling to understand calculus. "Uh ... it's shiny. Does that help?"

"Stay focused, Leanne. Take the Barlow & Crane just in case we run into some CQB."

"See ... see what?"

"Not 'see'! Close quarter combat. Start using the space between your ears instead of the space between your legs, girl."

"Look who's talking!" 

After flying through two galaxies at top speed, the Sarapatra had managed to make it into orbit around Bale II - Francine's stronghold. The Seraphim Space Girls prepared for battle, and battle required lots of weapons and armor. If only Leanne knew something about them; a simple laser pistol was all she was qualified to use.

Ania's tiny body sank under the weight of bandoliers filled with shotgun shells. Her armored leotard was spray painted black to make her look more intimidating. 

Reynami stared at Ania with comic indifference. "... Well, look at that. I didn't know Baby Gap had a 'Le Femme Nikita' department. Leanne! Pick a gun and get moving!"

"Yes ma'am!" Her little arms struggled to lift some random laser rifle.

The door to the armory opened, Sister Margaret walked to a casual stop. There, she calmly said: "550."

"550 what?" Leanne asked.

"550 soldiers from earth, that's how many men I can muster to attack Bale II, you just have wait a few hours until they arrive."

"We can't wait hours!" Leanne shouted. "Merkhail is down there all alone with that little psycho hussy!"

"Three Seraphim Girls against a fortress surrounded by molten lava a good plan does not make," Margaret said derisively. 

Leanne stabbed a finger at her. "That's sexist! You think we can't win because we're girls?"

"No, I think you can't win because you've been raped by everything in this universe but the stars. Face it, your track record doesn't promise a surprising denouement, you go down there and you'll return in buckets."

"We haven't been raped by EVERYTHING in the universe," Reynami snarled. "And don't use big words!"

Margaret coyly smiled. "I'm sorry Reynami, entre nous, I've always admired your vivacious lifestyle."

"Stop it!"

A bored Ania departed for the shuttle bay; her mind was already made up and it required no speech. Reynami followed her after grabbing an extra bandolier of laser magazines. 

"I suppose you're going to join them, princess?" Margaret asked Leanne.

Trepidation made Leanne's breathing ragged and uneven. She didn't need to say she was scared, the debilitating sensation oozed from her pores like a noxious gas. Still, when she thought of Merkhail, all that fog of uncertainty cleared away.

"Good luck," Margaret said with a smile, as if she was reading Leanne's inner conflict like a book. "Go save Merkhail. You're the only one who can."

#

The transport pod nearly melted upon entering the hot atmosphere of Bale II. The flight down was quite spectacular, geysers of lava spewed into the red sky over oceans of molten rock that billowed up and down like water. Leanne could barely see the landing platform through the thick waves of heat. When they landed, the 150 degree temperature rushed into her nose like barbarians at the gates, painfully expanding inside her lungs.

The girls traversed narrow roads of solid rock yet to be melted by all the lava. The electronic maps displayed on their visors guided the way, but they began to fizzle and malfunction after fifteen minutes of intense heat.

"Oh well," said Reynami, "We don't need maps, Francine's factory should be up ahead, we saw it from the sky."

Leanne unzipped and removed her leotard, carrying on in her underwear, not that it helped any; she was still sweating like a pig. "So hot! How much further?!"

"Stop whining," Ania said sharply, no doubt angry with the heat herself. 

Reynmai said, "Just another quarter mile. Leanne, you should put your armor back on."

"Why?"

A hot ember from the lava flew into the air and landed on Leanne's butt, igniting the white cotton fabric of her panties. In seconds, the flames grew, turning her ass into a giant fireball.

"Eiaaahhh!" Leanne ran around in circles, her hands up in the air. "My panties are on fire! Help me!" She slapped her own ass over and over until the flames went out. Her butt cheeks glowed rosy red. "That was my favorite panty!" she sobbed.

"You can borrow mine," said Reynami, "Now put your armor back on!"

Leanne did so, stuffing her bare pussy into the leotard crotch. She looked ahead and found irony before her, all the frantic running had brought her into the shadow of Francine's factory. It was a dismal, archaic hunchback of a building with streaks of red rust painted down its buckling walls. Toxic exhaust fumes seeped out the roof, poisoning the already unhealthy air.  Two doors of heavy steel awaited their attention.

#

Inside was a dank, hollow place saturated in the copious aroma of molten metal. Loud machines melted and pounded iron ore into sellable bullion. Leanne's boots clicked against the steel plate floor and made noise that echoed all the way up to the rafters. 

"... Does Francine know we're here?" Leanne asked.

"Who knows?" said Ania, her sweaty palms wrapped around her shotgun grip.

The deeper the girls went, the stranger things got. Miles of conveyer belts were static, chains hanging from cranes softly squeaked in the breeze. The soft glow of embers from dead furnaces painted the walls bright red.

Leanne pensively considered their situation. Francine was able to fool the entire earth government, how were three Seraphim Soldiers able to sneak into her home undetected?

"She's a stupid hybrid, that's why," said Reynami flatly.

"Evil hoochie ...," said Ania.

The factory's loudspeaker crackled and shrieked. From the white noise came Francine's girlish voice. "Come on Ania, I've been called FAR worse than that!" 

The girls assumed defensive positions, wondering what kind of hell Francine was going to unleash upon them. The dark factory around them was quiet. 

"Where is Merkhail?!" Leanne asked.

"In my room ... makin' babies with me! Ha, ha! Listen, Seraphim Sluts, I'm not in a good mood right now so I'm going to skip the super-villain speech and get right to killing you."

"What the hell does kidnapping Merkhail get you?!" 

"Better question: what do YOU gain by freeing him? Suck the cum out of that, Princess! Oh wait, you got dumped, didn't you? You're just an ordinary elf peon now. Go home. Merkhail belongs to me."

Reynami rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out like she was going to gag. "Bleh! Never thought I'd say this but I feel bad for lieutenant tight-ass."

"My mother was human," Francine said, her low and serious voice changed the mood of the conversation. "She was a Seraphim Soldier like you – this was before Seraphim Girls were sterilized. She was attacked by a deep space monster too horrible for a name, she gave birth before she could have an abortion. My mother tried to kill me as soon as I was born and through nothing but cruel luck, I survived. My life didn't get any better after that, I disgusted people; they wanted to kill me, they wanted to put me out of my misery. Until I met Merkhail."

Leanne grudgingly admitted to some sympathy for her enemy, she began to understand where Francine was coming from and why she found Merkhail's supportive personality so intoxicating. But there was no time to meditate on that. All the doors leading to the factory barracks flung open at once, and dozens of dark, shambling workers emerged.

Francine ended with: "Be good girls and die slowly."

Leanne and her friends were surrounded on all sides by tall, humanoid creatures. They were Gadderoids: sophisticated and intelligent creatures with strong bodies and sharp minds. Had Francine not lobotomized them all, they might very well have helped the girls save Merkhail.

Their skin was dark blue, covered in viscous, purple sweat that dripped down their naked muscles like globs of grease. Shaggy black hair hung loosely over their faces and necks, necks that led downward to carved pecks, ripped abdomens and penises as thick as Leanne's wrist.

"W-What do we do?!" Leanne stammered.

"Shoot them," Ania told her.

"But its Francine's fault they're like this!"

"Won't stop them from killing us," said Reynami.

The closet creature reached out for Ania - she blew it to bloody pieces with her shotgun. The fight was on.

It went well at first, Leanne took aim, fired and reloaded her rifle in perfect harmony; the slow moving gadderoids were easy targets armed only with shovels and slow minds. Only when the ammo began to run out did the girls have problems. 

"I need another fuel magazine!" Reynami shouted to Ania. 

Ania reciprocated by tossing her the last one she had. 

Blam! Blam!

Leanne hung on tight while she blasted the slimy, lobotomized confederates to bits. They were closing in all around her like zombies, fearless and determined. One grabbed the barrel of her rifle and tried to take it from her.

Blam!

She blew him away. Another grabbed her from behind, Leanne felt the disgusting girth of a penis press against her butt.

"Someone help me!" she said, her voice rising with concern.

The gadderoid started to dry hump her, it was all his jelly-brain would allow him to do: respond to basic urges. The greasy sweat his body produced rubbed against her armored leotard and much to her surprise, started to melt the material away.

"Get off me!" Leanne pushed her attacker away and found a hole in the butt of her uniform. "Eeekkk! Girls! Their sweat melts your armor!"

The girls fought on hand to hand without much success. Reynami ducked to avoid a flying shovel. Gadderoids surrounded her on all sides like zombies in a cheesy b-movie, grabbing at her with limp hands and clumsily ensnaring her. 

Blam! Click!

Leanne was grabbed by two smelly gadderoids as soon as she ran out of ammo. The one behind her pinned her arms to her sides and humped her butt, the one in front humped the pillow that was her puffy sex-lips. They were too strong to fight off, their huge muscles flexed underneath their sweaty blue skin. Leanne's armor melted off like water washing away paint, exposing her chest, her stomach, her butt and finally her pussy. Instantly, a blue member squeezed past her labia and into her damp love tunnel. It happened by accident; the gadderoid was only dry humping her.

"AAAHHH - nnnggghhh!"

Her helpless body went limp the grasp of her attackers. A stiff meat-rod made its home deep inside her snatch, dragging against the wet grooves in her pink walls. Leanne's pussy was no stranger to company but no matter how much she protested it, her traitorous body always responded. Her cheeks flushed and her body shivered with the pain of ecstasy, oxytoxin flooded her brain and made her fall in love with what was happening. She couldn't think of anything else but her own satisfaction. 

Her anus relaxed and allowed the gadderoid behind her to unintentionally slip into her ass. The dicks of both aliens rhythmically drilled her, their heads meeting each other deep inside of Leanne's body. Her eyes narrowed and her cheeks glowed red: her 'bitch-face'.

Elsewhere, Ania was being held upside down by the legs, the melted strands of her leotard dangling like strings. The bloated, slimy lips of a gadderoid kissed her exposed cunt, making the labia quiver. Thick saliva trickled into the crevasse of her white butt all the way to the rim of her ass where it was sucked in by the puckered hole. Two other monsters suckled Ania's tiny tits like babies, stretching them into long, taut cones.

Reynami was on her knees with her hands pinned behind her. A gadderoid brought her lips on and over his phallus, not that Reynami ever needed motivation to perform such an act. She looked quite surprised, her crossed eyes were transfixed on the thing's meat and how thick it looked inside her mouth.

Leanne was creamed from the front and behind, dark globs God-knew-what dripped out her pussy and ass together like sink water. She collapsed to the ground where she found another dick waiting for her attention. She surrendered submissively like she always did, she wrapped her creamy boobs around it and charmed the sperm out. A jet of cum blinded her.

Dozens of gadderoids wrapped her silky blond elf-hair around their cocks and masturbated all over her body, members of all sizes rammed into her mouth, cunt and ass without warning or consideration. Cum covered her body like a sticky blanket, dripping into every corner of her body. 

"Eeewww! It smells gross!" She whimpered. 

Reynami was on her back getting humped to the point of exhaustion in a puddle of cum. "Ah! Aaahhh! Nnnggghhh!"

The gadderoid pumped her faster. "Aaahhh! Not so fast! I'm going to – oh fuc – I ... AAAHHH!" She writhed against the floor like a worm.

Ania suffered the same fate, only with a different outcome. Leanne wiped the cum off of one eye and saw a gadderoid collapse onto the floor like a lifeless husk. They were all collapsing, one after the other, after blowing a load of jizz.

"... ayami!" Leanne tried to say with a mouth full of dick, "Isten to me, we eed to ake them cu – mmmuuuwww!" She choked on a wad of icky that clogged her throat.

"I know!" Reynami said. "Just keep fucking them until they cum and pass out!"

Leanne said, "Wha if we ass out irst?!"

"We're Seraphim Girls, we never pass out when screwing aliens! Remember our motto: We protect the universe with stout hearts and open legs!"

"It's 'open minds'," said Ania dryly.

"I know that! ... What did I say?"

Leanne sucked one dick after dick, running her tongue over the glans and kissing the sensitive tips. She watched their urethras contract and spit steaming cream into her face. She massaged the ball sack of a particularly stubborn gadderoid, running a gentle finger between its two rocks. She reached around and stuck her finger up its butt, trying to find his prostate. She found the small lump and poked at it, earning herself a load of cum so large it filled her cheeks and squirted out her nose.

Piles of passed out slaves surrounded the girls like casualties. Leanne was forced onto her hands and knees and taken from behind, the gadderoid held onto her hips and rode her like a horse. Leanne felt like a bitch in heat, she fell into the depths of submissive pleasure that saturated her brain with the fog of passion. Her tongue dangled from her mouth while she chanted: "Oh, more! More! Keep go – I'm going to cum! Ah! Just a little deeper! I'm going to – AAAHHH!"

Her pussy contracted and squeezed the semen out of her abusive lover, who passed out beside her. Without delay, another gadderoid flipped her onto her back, grabbed her sides and pumped into her. He shuddered for obvious reasons.

"You came inside!" Leanne ranted, "I can feel it – you made me dirty!" She was never much of a poet during this sort of thing.

Leanne's shapely, selfish body was spread eagle across the floor in all her naked glory, swimming in a pool of inch deep cum. She couldn't help but ponder the trick fate had played on her. She was a princess once, a noble lady who wore expensive clothes and ate fancy foods. Now she was like a whore, her chest heaving in sexual fatigue and pussy squirting out cum from dozens of partners. 

Reynami dragged her exhausted body across the floor and grabbed Leanne's right hand like a reassuring parent. Ania did the same with the left. All three girls smiled through the cum on their faces as the last of Francine's slaves ejaculated and fainted.

Francine's voice cut through the air like the bell in a boxing match: "Having fun Seraphim Sluts? Fucked enough of my slaves yet?"

Indeed Leanne's uterus was swollen with so much spunk it was close to exploding. But at least they were free, or so she thought. 

Doors all over the factory began to open. Leanne, Reynami and Ania all watched in horror as more lobotomized gadderoids surrounded them. Leanne must have serviced fifty dicks already, how was she going to handle a hundred more?

Francine gleefully explained, "My slaves haven't had sex in a very long time. Be gentle with them would you? Oh, who am I kidding? Try not to drown in their cum!"

A gadderoid spread Leanne's legs apart. Her bruised cunt ate the entire length of his fuck-stick.

#

Thanks to Francine's poisonous tongue, Merkhail found himself trapped in her bed under the threat of violent illness at least. Francine jumped up and down on the mattress like a little girl, watching the Seraphim Girls get screwed on her television. She had security cameras all over the factory as a way to make sure her slaves were doing their jobs, now they were satisfying her voyeuristic pleasure. 

"Cum on her!" She yelled like she were watching a sports game. "Yeah! Ania is such a cute little bitch when she orgasms. Why isn't anyone tit-fucking Reynami?! Whoops, looks like Princess Leanne pissed her royal-self."

There were precious little options for Merkhail to consider. He had to do something, he wasn't going to watch the women he cared for get abused all day.

"I'll adopt you," he said abruptly.

Francine cautiously looked back at him like she wasn't sure what she heard.

"I'll adopt you," he said again, "That's what you want right? A dad? Your real dad was some mindless alien and your mom tried to kill you the moment you were born."

Francine showed Merkhail the grotesque talons that were her hands. "Wouldn't you try to kill me too?"

"No, I don't think like that. You know, most people find aliens disgusting. I don't, I'd rather live in a world with things that I don't understand than a world where everything is explained. The Seraphim Girls think the same way, that's why nothing scares them. We can be your family - we can take care of you, just let them go. Please."

Francine took a moment. "... And what if I say no?" 

A long and evil smile spread across Merkhail's face. "Easy. Leanne's going to kick your ass."

The power to their bedroom went out, dropping a curtain of darkness. The warm glow of lava outside the window illuminated Francine's snarling features.

"Security!" She yelled into her phone. "What happened to the power? Security?! You better not be beating off on duty!"

Power was restored. The televisions Francine used to watch the Serpahim Girls get gang raped were all showing an image of Sister Margaret's angry face. "Hello Francine," she said curtly.

Francine was too shocked for words, so Margaret commanded the conversation. "At this very moment, soldiers from Earth are storming into your factory. It won't be long until they find you and place you under arrest. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime. Kidnapping one is worse."

Francine's tongue lashed out, cracking one of the monitors. Margaret's face didn't flinch. "I'll kill Merkhail if you so much as look at me wrong!"

"I was expecting to hear something like that. But you forget that I have three highly trained operatives in place to stop you."




Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 10



"The Seraphim Sluts? Ha! They're under one hundred of my slaves right now!"

The door to her room crashed open. A naked elf girl staggered inside on wobbly legs, thick globs of cum dripping of her skin. She looked like a frosted cake. Her tits swung to and fro until she came to a collected stop, wiping the sperm off her face so she could see. "Heeere's Leanne."

The sour stench of cum was overpowering, Merkhail could smell it all the way across the room. Even Francine pinched her nose. "You're a bigger whore than I thought! How did you get past my slaves?!"

Leanne provocatively sucked the semen off her fingers one at a time, allowing her to figure it out herself.

"... You fucked them all?!"

"Yup. Every last one."

"All one hundred?!"

Leanne dabbed her finger against her cheek, grabbing a ball of cum. She scooped it off with her tongue and swallowed it slowly. "... Every ... last ... one ..."

Francine said nothing, and in saying nothing she tipped her hand. She had no idea what to do. Her eyes darted to Margaret's image on the television, then back to Merkhail, then to Leanne again. She grinned ear to ear, her smile disappearing off her cheeks. "You think you have me beat, don't you?"

Leanne got a chill. Francine wouldn't be gloating if she didn't have some kind of contingency plan and knowing her, it had to be as dangerous as it was capricious. She walked backwards, the light shining off her sharp teeth. She put her back against the window of her room overlooking the lava of Bale II.

"All right Merkhail," she began, "time to choose. Time to put your money where your mouth is. You said you wanted to adopt me, right? Well, you can't do that and save your precious Leanne at the same time."

She leaned forward and slammed the back of her head against the cryogine glass, creating spider web cracks. Heat from the outside lava started to force its way into the room. In seconds the window would crack and the room would melt.

"Her or me!" Francine shouted, her pupils contracted and her eyes wide. 

Crack!

Already the temperature was rising.

"Her or me!" Francine repeated.

The cracks spread across the cryogine window like liquid spilling across a table. Leanne was no monster, she didn't want Francine to die, but she was putting them in an impossible situation.

"Run!" Leanne begged her, "If that glass breaks we're all dead!" She tried to grab Francine's arms but she fought her off, content to die a fiery death.

"HER OR ME!" 

Bam!

The glass shattered. Leanne felt a wave of hot energy roll over her, melting the hair on her skin and turning the cum on her body to crust. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but red, wavy heat fueled by the lava outside, it obfuscated her view everything. 

Merkhail covered Leanne's body with his own. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her naked body to protect it from the heat. 

"Why?!" Francine howled. She pulled her hair out it clumps and stomped her feet. "Why her?! Why not me?! I loved you Merkhail! I – " her sentence devolved into sobbing. She fell to her knees and wailed like a babe. "I thought you cared about meee! Whyyy?! What did I do wrrrong?!"

Time slowed down for Leanne. Merkhail selflessly threw her out of the room to safety, and then he went back for Francine.

The room would burst into flames in ten seconds, but Merkhail went back in anyways. His back sizzled with first degree burns when he reached the bed and grabbed the fire-resistant quilt off it. Five more seconds. Francine had already caught fire when Merkhail smothered her with the blanket, dousing the flames and protecting her from further immolation. Three more seconds. Merkhail screamed in pain as his skin peeled with second degree burns. Her picked Francine up in his arms like she were a child, he jumped out of the room right before the fire got him. Leanne slammed the door shut, trapping the fire inside.

Merkhail's limp body was sprawled across the floor, smoke billowing from his charred skin. Leanne called his name in vein. She hugged him like a mother protecting her injured child. 

The Special Forces units Margaret had contacted came charging down the hall, a medic skidded on his knees to them and started treatment immediately. Francine was severely burned; her clothing hung off her limbs in charred tatters. The medics carefully hoisted her onto a stretcher. She wailed in pain, the slightest movement caused her agony. "Help me daddy! Make it stop hurting!" 

"What's his blood-type?!" asked one of the medics before putting Merkhail on a stretcher.

"Uh – 'A' negative!"

"Any allergies to any medication?"

"N-No, I don't think so!"

"What's his tolerance rating for Etharium Treatment?"

"Level 3!"

"What was that?!"

"I said Level 3!"

"Only 3? Jesus, guess we'll have to do this the hard way then!"

Merkhail's face was compressed in pain, nothing she said to him got through. She grasped his burned hand and tried to keep up with the stretcher, but she was only a frail elf princess. She lost his hand and fell to the ground. There was commotion all around her, there was talking and shouting, there was the clank of armor and the crackle of radios, there was the thump – thump – thump of boots.

"I LOVE YOU!" She yelled through it all.

He didn't hear her.

#

One week later.

Leanne didn't like being on Earth, but that might have been residual bitterness from her experience with the Elf embassy. The two women who approved her request for a passport snickered at her: "Hey, weren't you our princess once?" "Yeah, you're the one who got dumped. Oh well, maybe if you didn't enjoy sucking on alien tentacles so much, ha, ha!"

She bought herself jeans and a red tube-top, some sneakers and thigh-high socks to help her blend in with Earth girls. She went to a salon and got her hair done, she got highlights and a manicure. She rode the air-metro and visited a museum that told a sordid tale of human history. She saw an overly-violent Earth movie and got lunch at a government-controlled restaurant that only sold healthy food. 

None of it took her mind off of Merkhail. The doctors weren't allowing anyone to see him, not until he was stable, she had to bribe a nurse just to get updates on his recovery. And she didn't accept money. 

#

Two hours and four orgasms later, Leanne was in bed with the nurse she had bribed, sucking gently on her nipples, nibbling on them with her teeth. Her apartment smelled like smoke and alcohol.

"... Doctors told me that Merkhail will be able to get visitors tomorrow night," said the nurse.

"Does that mean I can see him?!"

"Just eat my cunt and let me do the talking."

Leanne's tongue lapped at the nurse's pussy flesh, she traced the sensitive edges of the labia tickled her the clit with the tip of her nose. The nurses' thigh meat quivered, pussy juice trickled down her slit and onto the bed, turning the white fabric gray.

The nurse shouted obscenities; she was angry at Leanne but it was a fake anger, anger that gave her intense sexual pleasure. "Ah! You cunt! You ... SLUTTY BITCH!" She squirted into Leanne's face. After a bit of after-sex cuddling, the nurse coughed up the truth: "Come to Ward D tonight, I'll meet you there. Merkhail is in room 316 ... and wear the panties I got you."

#

It was raining when Leanne got to the hospital, which was tucked away in the bosom of gaudy skyscrapers that hung over it like it were an unwanted guest. The nurse kept her word and led her to Merkhail's room, congruously located in an expensive suite on the top floor. The young lieutenant had everything from a big screen television to a skylight.

Leanne walked deliberately up to his bed - she didn't want to gaily skip over and act like nothing had happened. The rain pattered against the skylight, each drop exploded like a sunburst in mid-air above her head.

Merkhail was reading a magazine. His skin looked healed and his hair was nearly back to its normal length. Leanne had to give him a solid B for good looks. 

He spoke placidly, suddenly, "Both my lungs collapsed. I took a breath before rescuing Francine from that burning room – that's what did it. Do you know how hot lava is? About 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. That entire room was eviscerated in seconds."

"... You look good," said Leanne.

He snickered, "I looked like hell back on Bale II, right?"

"No you didn't. You were brave. And I can't speak for human girls, but my species finds that very attractive."

"I heard what you said to me before the medics took me away," said Merkhail with a coy, half-smile. "So I have to ask ... why do you love me?"

Leanne staggered with relief, she didn't think he heard her say it. She happily took a seat and interlocked her fingers like a high-school girl discussing a crush. "Because you're very kind – when you're not trying to act so tough. And because you're a persistent leader who never gives up. ... Okay, now spill, why do you love me?"

"Because you're totally fearless. You can stare into the unknown darkness of the galaxy and still come home smiling like a little girl."

There was a pause. Both characters broke into abrupt laughter over nothing at all.

"It's funny," Merkhail began, "I wanted to have this conversation on some sandy beach at sunset. I know girls like that romantic stuff."

"I've been a princess since I was twelve – I've had enough of that frou-frou stuff. Can I – um ..."

"Get into bed with me? Yeah, you won't hurt me."

Leanne spent many nights hugging a pillow she pretended was him and now she was blessed with the real thing. Men didn't understand how intimate simple contact could be, she hugged him and felt a sudden rush of romantic energy she had never felt in her life, not even with her ex-husband.

"The Sarapatra's gone," Leanne said, "Reynami told me two days ago. It's going to be re-built into a military frigate. Apparently that's cheaper than making a new ship from scratch."

"Aw, I'm going to miss that quirky little cargo ship. What are the other girls doing?"

"They re-enlisted but they got sent to different units. Haven't heard from Sister Margaret."

Merkhail's body got tense. He sat up and groaned in frustration. "That's the crappiest ending I've ever heard. Come on, let's get out of here."

"W-wait! Are you even - "

"I'm fine. The military is giving me a one year sabbatical – payment for bringing in Francine. We've got a whole universe to see, come on."

Leanne felt the pensive paralysis of confusion. It all melted away when Merkhail smiled. He rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed, stroking her smooth face like a lover. She felt the cold touch of metal against her head. 

She reached up and found a wedding ring.

#

Merkhail and Leanne visited every planet they had come across during their adventures on the Sarapatra, and every minute was a blast. There were no missions, no ranks and no horny sex monsters this time around – except for Merkhail of course. Upon leaving the military, Leanne underwent surgery to re-connect her fallopian tubes to her ovaries and thus returning her fertility to her. Seraphim Soldiers had to be sterile while in service in order to prevent beings like Francine from being conceived. Leanne had been a Seraphim Soldier for two years now. She became Mrs. Merkhail Denisuk on her twentieth birthday.

They visited the famous hot springs of A'Loussé after coughing up the bill it demanded. The starry night sky reflected off the still waters of the open air bath. Leanne was all alone with her husband, washing his back with a soapy sponge, lightly dragging her fingertips over the deep muscles under his skin. The young elf girl knew that a serene moment like this would come, and she knew what Merkhail would do when it did.

He planted gentle kisses all over her neck – sensual and painful kisses. His hands glided under the water and teased her naked body, they traced her perfect hourglass figure and reminded her what a sexy body she had. Leanne wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into his back and compressing her tit-flesh against his chest. She gently traced the ridges of his abs with her fingers and looked directly into his eyes, communicating with him in her own feminine way, telling him what she wanted without saying a word. 

The water splashed when he penetrated her; a long moan of satisfaction escaped Leanne's lips. He never took his eyes off her, he wanted to watch her writhe and squirm under him; he wanted to see her red cheeks and sweaty face – signs of her submission to him. She closed her eyes and locked her lips with his for as long as she could. Until she had to pull back and squeal like the horny wife she was. Her pussy was a perfect match for his genital girth, the ridges along her sugary walls kissed all his nerve endings, interrogating his member, whispering that it was okay to reach climax with her. 

Beads of sweat ran down Leanne's neck and collarbone turning white in the moonlight. She put her palms against Merkhail's dark chest, not to keep him away but to make sure he didn't leave without proving his love to her the best way a man could. 

Merkhail lifted her bare butt out of the water and put the small of her back against the edge of the bath. He spread her knees and went in deeper.

"Aaahhh – God! Aaahhh! ... hhhaaahhh ... yyyesss!"

The thick, eave-like rim of his dick head dug into Leanne's g-spot and subjected it to a lover's torture. She arched her back while he attacked her nipples atop two creamy breasts that bounced up and down on her chest like mounds of Jell-O. He kissed his way up to her neck where he planted a dark red hickey. Together, they opened their mouths and touched the tips of their tongues together, an intimate and gentle act that made Leanne's hair stand on end.  He brought his wife to a crashing orgasm, her hips bucked wildly, her legs locked around his back. 

"I love you ...," she said like a drug addict obtaining the sweet relief of a fix, "I love you!"

"I love you too ..."

He pulled her body under the water and pumped her gently, giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm. She put his face against hers. He looked like a wild beast obtaining the most immense sexual satisfaction from simply looking at her demure complexion. "I can't stop thinking about your body," he said. Aroused by his own words, he went into her at a faster pace. "I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are!"

Leanne kissed him. "Show me," she whispered in a silky, womanly voice. 

"Wha - "

"That you love me."

Leanne was scared, but even fear had its euphoric benefits. She had no control over what was about to happen to her, she had to trust that Merkhail would do the right thing, to take her hand and lead her into the frightening unknown.

When he came inside of her, Leanne felt nothing but happiness. She felt his warmth flood her uterus; she felt his gentle, affectionate kiss on her cheek.

"It's all right," he said, "This ... is how much I love you."

#

Consciousness returned to Merkhail like a song bird fluttering onto a tree branch during the sunrise. He was in bed in the master bedroom of a new house he had purchased on Earth of all places. Irony became his reality, he joined the military in order to leave the planet and here he was settling down on it. Maybe it was a sublime loyalty to the land of his birth; maybe it was simple laziness. 

He groped the left side of his bed and found nothing. "Leanne-honey?!"

"Yes dear?!" she called from an unknown location in the house.

"Coffee please!" he said in a droll, groggy tone.

"Get it yourself lazy-butt!" she responded in the same lovingly-mocking tone.

Merkhail hugged his pillow and whispered: "Ugh ... prissy princess."

"Bossy-pants! I'm an elf - I have good ears honey!"

There was movement underneath the comforter. But Leanne was in the other room. He made for the shell-gun he kept in his night stand but a woman's hand arrested him.

Shooting up from the sheets like geysers of water were four girls: Reynami, Ania, Margaret and Francine in their naked glory. His eyes poured over Ania's curve-less and petit form, over Reynami's slutty and selfish body, over Margaret's mature and womanly image, over Francine's dangerous but attractive curves.

"Go get your damn coffee yourself," said Reynami.

"Dead-beat ...," Ania said.

Margaret was silent, her face red with feminine modesty. Last night Merkhail had skillfully and lovingly made her into a woman just like she asked him too. She needed time to process it.

Francine was still a prisoner but her near death experience had gone a long way to reform her. Several months of good behavior in prison got her a generous parole ruling. She made a public apology to planet Earth and later, a personal one to Merkhail and Leanne. So he kept his promise and adopted her on one condition – they didn't have sex.

"If this adoption thing is going to work, you need to put some clothes on," Merkhail said to Francine.

She jiggled her tit-flesh in front of him. "Come on daddy, just once? Please?"

"No."

"How about just the tip? No deep penetration."

"This isn't The Maury Show! Fathers don't do their daughters! Margaret, bra her for me."

Like a ninja, Margaret slapped a bra onto Francine like a pair of shackles. 

The Seraphim Girls got funny after Leanne and Merkhail were married, Reynami was dishonorably discharged from the military for sexual harassment and Ania was put on leave for ... staring at her CO too much.

"Do I want to know why?" he asked Reynami.

"All I did was grab a soldier's dick - men love it when I do that! The next thing I know I'm being profiled as a sexual predator. Can you believe it?"

"As much as I believe the sun rises in the East."

Ania pressed her nose against his own and stared at him with large, glistening eyes.

...

"Stop staring at me!" Merkhail shouted.

All four girls piled onto him, they stripped his boxer shorts off and tackled into the mattress laughing like horny frat girls.

"Where's Mr. Happy?" Reynami asked, scrabbling for his penis.

"Reynami, please!"

"I know I just lost my virginity and all," said Margaret, slowly warming into the new personality sex had given her, "But could we ... do it again?"

Ania stuffed her tiny tits against his mouth. She looked down on him with narrow, lustful eyes. 

Merkhail jumped out of bed holding his boxers against his groin. He fled the three horny girls like a refugee, bursting into the kitchen and locking the door behind him, a flurry of estrogen behind him.

Leanne was sitting at a window while the coffee boiled. Her blond hair poured off her crown like a golden cascade, splashing off her butt. She wore a pink nightgown that was thin enough to see through. 

She calmly turned towards him with a loving wife's smile. She cradled her baby in her arms like the precious cargo it was. She had borne him a sweet little girl who was happily sipping milk from Leanne's bosom which had had swelled from a C cup to a massive E cup. If simply being around babies caused her to lactate, then birthing one had double the effect.

"How are you doing?" Merkhail asked.

"Besides swinging around my new ten-pound boobies? Pretty good. Coffee is ready."

The young lieutenant patted his daughter's head instead. She was soft to the touch, her hair so thin it felt like silk. She removed her mouth from Leanne's milk-stained nipple and looked at him, like she knew he was her father. 

"She's got your brains," said Merkhail, "... and ears."

"And your appetite - she's chewing my nipples raw!"

Merkhail took their baby in his arms. "Now, now Mika, don't go hurting your mother like that."

Reynami, Margaret, Ania and Francine all broke down the kitchen door by accident, falling flat onto their faces and shouting the unanimous cry of "OW!"




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"You're all paying for that door!" Leanne said.

Reynami said, "We want to see Mika! Come on Leanne! Please-please-please?!"

"Let me see my sister, daddy," Francine said, pouting.

Ania rushed up and jealously grabbed Leanne's huge tits. 

"No!" Leanne protested. Her boobs squirted warm jets of milk all over the kitchen and onto Ania's face. "The milk is for the baby, Ania! Cut it out! Wait! What do you think you're – don't drink my milk!"

"This isn't very professional behavior!" Margaret said, trying without success to get a hold of the situation.

Mika was born because Leanne refused to give up, not when she was a Seraphim Girl, not when she was in the painful thralls of labor. 

"When you grow up," Merkhail began, "you're going to hear me ramble on and on about old war stories. I'm warning you now – I'll be THAT kind of dad. You'll be so shocked that you'll ask how in the universe Leanne and I fell in love. And I'll gladly answer." He kissed his smiling wife, she kissed him back. "Because your mother was unstoppable."

- The End

Author's Note: As always, thank you for reading!