0 comments/ 43447 views/ 3 favorites The Princess Of Mahoon: Chapter 1 By: theowlandtherose The Princess of Mahoon is a series of pulp science fiction stories. It is fair to tell you that not all of the scenes are erotic in nature in the event that you are looking for something hardcore. The intention is to mimic the science fiction writing of Asimov, Burroughs, and Bradbury, with a little lust thrown in. Hope you enjoy. Salut, Queen Mother I sing to you the song of history To recall what was And what has become of me. Now returning from my journey Back to my home Our glorious White Realm I gather my thoughts to greet you as Sister And account for myself before the Tribe. Aklia's restless eyes tracked the carpet of green moss stretching before her as she sprinted through the trees. She had never captured an alien before and her heart raced at the thought of subduing this specimen. In the early morning shadows, she instinctively followed the vegetation uprooted by the fleeing boots of her prey. A trio of alien Sadeers searching for sleeping tribes had crossed her path tonight during her watch on patrol. The black-garbed warriors stumbled into the clearing where she lay masturbating, her usual pastime during the long dull hours of watch. Lying upon her back, she spied them immediately through her spread knees and instantly froze, fingers locked in place between her legs. Several seconds went by before she began to reach for her nearby rifle and was spotted by the largest of the brutes. As surprised as she, the aliens were not fast enough and found themselves in a firefight with an enraged and embarrassed tracker. Quicker to control her weapon, Aklia fired first which sent the aliens fleeing. She was forced to kill two of them quickly in their defended retreat. The leader had escaped and thus far eluded her. Since the aliens rarely ventured out during daylight, the orange fingers of dawn creeping overhead meant that he was probably near the safety of a flyer unless she could overtake him. Aklia ran steadily along the Sadeer's trail. She was naked as usual except for the standard warrior belt worn by a tracker on the hunt. Her meager possessions included blades of varying lengths and an alien rifle presented to her last year when she came of age. Dark locks fluttered around her handsome face as she gave chase. She ran on the long legs of a scout, but was already bustier than some of the nursemaids. Even among princess-scouts she was considered an exquisite beauty, but many found her hard and aloof. Whatever the reason, tribal rumor had tapped her as the successor to her mother, Queen Roze, and this talk had not escaped Aklia. Looking up at the brightening sky, she pushed the pace, no longer concerned about being discovered. Her guarding hand left the blade on her hip as it bounced against her muscular thigh. She grasped the deadly long rifle with both hands to make better time through the forest. A swath of purple on a tree ahead proved that her first shot had hit its mark. The huge beast was bleeding, but oh, how she hoped not too much. She broke across a ridge and a shot splintered the bark above her head. "Conk me," she thought, "that was too close." Dipping her head only slightly she lept down the ravine, zigzagging between the trees toward the muffled sound of the shot. It was rare to find a Sadeer this fast, or this good with a rifle on the run. Aklia almost admired him. Jumping a dry creekbed, the tracker heard saplings snapping just ahead of her. As she sprinted up the other side, she again saw his silhouette on the ridge above her. She had her trophy now, he would not get away this time. As she crested the wooded knob, she saw him slow and aim an angry glare at her over his shoulder. His size was even more impressive than she had guessed, standing just over eight feet. The shiny black suit he wore covered all but his heavy boots and visored helmet. She smiled to herself. The tribe would talk of this catch for years. She halted her sprint and pointed at his black rifle with her own. He turned and faced her, revealing the shoulder bloodied by her marksmanship not ten minutes before. Already, the indigo blood flowed down his limp arm. He attempted to hoist the nearly five foot gun with his other hand, but was unable to control it now sufficiently to threaten her. Her smile broke into a laugh as she threw her own weapon down and walked toward him. A strange roar came from his mouth as he tossed his own gun and reached across his torso for a blade. On his side was a double-edged short sword, exactly like the one she wore belted onto her hip. Aklia reached him before he could free the hilt. In a leap, she struck his chin with an uppercut, his body twitched and then fell straight backward, as the force of her jump sent her crashing on top of his lifeless body. Salut, My Mother Your wisdom boundless Just as you trained me I have done. As the Sadeer lay unconscious, Aklia went to work securing him. From her narrow waistbelt she unwrapped a woven cord and threw a knot over one of his muscular wrists. She raised both of his hands behind his helmet and bound them tightly together. Then she worked the rest of the cord underneath him until she pulled it snugly between his legs. Looping the rope back up and around his waist, she strained to get all the slack out before securing it underneath his groin. Standing above her Sadeer, Aklia chanted the Call to Sisters. She raised her palms to Mother Sun and asked forgiveness for what she must do. Though she had no love for the alien warrior at her feet, she knew that his capture would result in his death as surely as if she had slipped her sword into his breast. No alien lasted more than two months in captivity among the tribe. Since there were no more human men among the tribes, the Sadeer's only purpose for those two months would be to supply seed for the next generation of female warriors. Arms outstretched, she recited the lengthy fertility songs of her tribe. Her mind danced between the ceremonial lyrics to visions of her triumphant return to the Queen's cavern. Scores of warriors would line the Great Walk to see her leading this magnificent conk to the Queen mother. The Lesbeans, stout footsoldiers clad in ram leather, would beat their chests in appreciation. Runners would be sent to call all Sisters, the rank given to experienced scouts who had captured Sadeers in previous years. The Sisters would gather after three days so that the Matings could commence. Aklia saw the Great Hall where the Sadeer would be bound and offered to the goddesses. First, the Queen would partake of him and this often lasted several days. Next in line would be the novice Aklia, who would be instructed formally by the Queen and her two hand-picked maidens. Despite having dreamed of only this moment for all of her memory, the methodical instruction would be agonizingly slow beginning with shaving and ritual preparation of her cunch. She would then be bathed in lamb's milk and watched by the sisters in masturbation for three orgasms. For another day she would tease the Sadeer into erections in the sixty ways of the tribe. Only after satisfying all of her instructors that she could raise and maintain the alien's conk would she get to mount him. Finally, after succeeding in extracting his seed inside her cunch, she could bring forth a young warrior. Once her pregnancy ended, she would leave the infant in the care of the Queen's nursemaids who would raise the child as Aklia returned to the hunt. As the morning sun appeared, she stood smiling at the thought of her first Mating. Looking down at the roped Sadeer, she imagined the feel of his massive conk against her skin and his swelling in her hand. Her thighs rubbed tightly together until she ended her recitation and could reach down to soothe her rising lust. Head thrown back and legs now spreading apart, she slid into her soaked lips and sought the familiar feel of her clittle. Moaning loudly, she nearly wilted as the waves of pleasure weakened her weary legs while she fingered herself earnestly. Just then a familiar hum rose over the wooded hill to her back. Without turning, she dove for her weapons and hooked one hand into the rope secured around the alien's waist. With a lunge, she began to drag his limp body down the far side of the hill into the creekbed beyond. Straining and cursing, she managed to pull him behind a large fallen trunk and disappear behind him before the engines rose overhead. "Conk, Conk, Conk!!!!" she exclaimed under her breath. Peaking up through the trees, Aklia saw the black alien vessel float towards her. In the haste to begin her rituals, she had forgotten to hide from the Sadeer's transport and nearly captured. She had also forgotten to break the creature's communication horn, but she dared not move towards his helmet while the ship was above her. After several agonizing minutes, the shadowy crescent moved off in the direction of the Sadeerian complex. When its engines were no longer heard in the valley, Aklia stood and looped the free end of the bondage rope around her waist to begin the long journey home. She would not stop, she vowed, until she could finally take what now rightfully belonged to her. Salut, Oh Goddess I leave my child-years to memory For the cause And for the tribe I become woman. Aklia struggled under the heat of the sun, dragging the lifeless body of her captive across the forest floor. For the most part, she kept to the thickly covered pines to hide from watching eyes in the sky as well as to provide a smoother surface on which to pull the dead weight of the massive Sadeer. Since he was still unresponsive, she stopped several times to check him for respirations and assure herself that he was still alive. Just after midday, she led him down a ravine to a small mountain spring. Untying the rope from her waist she left the Sadeer under an overhanging rock formation. Knowing that she was nearly halfway to the first tribal outpost, she crept to the bubbling water to drink and prepare for the long journey that still lay ahead of her. As she bent down upon the wet rocks to drink, she saw a fruit tree from which to pick her meal. Cupping her hands into the cold stream and pulling them to her lips, she looked back at the bound Sadeer and realized that she was indeed hungry. But no wild fruit would satisfy her hunger pains on this day. Creeping back to him, she contemplated her situation. She had hastened to put distance between herself and the searching aliens, neglecting to investigate the seriousness of the Sadeer's bullet wound. If he were dying, then he may not survive the trip back to the tribe, yet if she camped for the night, he still may not live and the Sadeers would certainly come back in force to look for him. Either way, she would not have a prize to bring home or a chance at his seed. As the alien lay before her, she decided to defrock him and see if she could rouse him. Pulling out her small knife blade, she began ripping the black alien suit, peeling the synthetic protection first off of his bloody arm. She examined his wound and decided that it was definitely not mortal, cleaned it with some nearby moss she soaked in the spring, and dressed it with the material she had carved off of his limb. He would be able to walk, but probably far too slowly to get back to the mountains before dusk. She would have to get him to an outpost and potentially hide him there until he could be turned over to the queen. His face was concealed in a dark visor fronting a massive black helmet. Upon the crown of the helmet was his metal horn. She knelt beside the horn and, withdrawing her short sword, cleaved it with a single blow just as she should have done immediately upon capturing the beast. She examined the fractured rod and puzzled over it. According to legend, it gave power to the Sadeer, and without it he could no longer communicate to the flyers. Removing his helmet, she marveled at the smooth white skin of his face and his tiny triangular ears. The eyes were typically close set, and a hairless scalp covered his soft skull. She had only felt an alien's skull after death, and she grasped each temple between her palms and bent inwards slightly to test the pliable vault. The monster stirred and squeezed his colorless lids but did not wake up. She replaced his visor and headgear so that he would not be blinded by the bright sun and turned to strip the rest of his body. Straddling his neck between her legs, she sliced through his clothing. She yearned to see her prize conk but heightened her anticipation by taking the clothing off of his upper body first, slowly working her way down the abdomen. His powerfully built body lay motionless under her and she marveled at how such bulk could be bested by a human. As she peeled away the tight black clothing, she ran her fingers over the strange skin. He was softer than she had imagined and much bigger than any Sadeer she had ever seen. Squatting above him she noted that his chest was broad and only rose once or twice a minute in respiration. His pectorals were rounded with muscle but completely without nipples. Aklia traced the area where his nipples would have been with one hand while her other went subconsciously to her own. Overwhelming lust threatened to drunken her before her prize was safely delivered as she kneaded first one breast, then the other. Her pink nipple hardened under her playful fingers as she contemplated her risk of taking him right here in the forest. She felt her cunch moistening as it rested against his skin. Why shouldn't she try to mount him now, she thought? Once they were escorted before Queen Roze, tradition dictated that the tracker who captured him would only become a Sister after the tedious ceremonies. Her mother would teach her how to mount him in truth only after hours of preparation and instruction. What usefulness in that, she pouted, when her entire life had been spent planning and dreaming of only this? With a deep breath, she forced her hand away from her bosom and slid down his torso toward his legs. With trembling hands, she carefully freed his conk from beneath the rope and black clothing. Staring longingly at her hard-fought prize, she was barely aware of disrobing his hips and thick legs. Her lusting eyes gobbled up the sight of his member as she pulled herself up to rest upon his now naked thighs. What a specimen, indeed! A forearm-sized conk lay sprawled above the rope on his abdomen. The secondary conk hung beneath it, only about half the diameter and a quarter the length. She knew that the seed came from the big one, the one she must raise in order to satisfy her desires. According to gossip, the other one expelled his piss. She would dearly love to see that as well, but her immediate concerns were with the big conk. Running her hand along the inside of his thigh she passed over the two fallen appendages lightly and stroked down the other leg. Her heart raced as she looked for signs of wakening, but there were none. "This is silly," she thought shaking her head at her timidity. "What are you waiting for? Do it and get going." With a quick grasp, she closed her hand around his smaller rod and felt it's weight in her hand. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingers as she squeezed the flesh. The smaller conk was a perfectly smooth cylindrical shape with just a slight tapering toward the tip. Her tight fist nearly covered the entire length, but she felt it grow slightly as she held it, and letting go she watched it fall slowly toward her pulsing and erect. "Well, that was easy." Aklia tapped it twice with her finger and watched it bounce back to attention, pointing straight up at her bare chest. Smiling, she then pushed down with the heel of her palm, pressing it between the alien's enormous thighs. Releasing her hand with a playful gesture, she squealed in delight as it sprang back up at her and waggled in place. The Sadeer took a deep breath and twitched, freezing Aklia in an instant. For a moment, she waited for another sign, but there was no more movement. "Get on with it; focus, girl. You have weeks to play with him in safety. Conk him and get the hell home." Reaching out with both hands, she let her fingers slide to the base of the larger conk. Running her hands along the sides of it, she leaned over to spit onto the underbelly of it and spread the moisture along the shaft with her fingers. Then grabbing the base like the hilt of a sword, she held the serpentine body up close to her face to examine it. With its triangular and menacing head, the conk looked like the rattley snakes she hunted in the foothills as a child. The sheer weight of it made it squirm and slither in her grasp, giving it the appearance of a fighting serpent withdrawing from her grip. Determined to raise it, she decided to try the rope-throw way she had practiced in her dreams a thousand times. She slid her top hand down to the other so that both held the conk near the base. This cause the pillar of flesh to crash back down across his abdomen. Dropping more saliva on it, she lightened her grip slightly, then thrust her hand out towards and beyond the tip. Bringing it back to the base, she repeated the throwing motion again and again. With each milking stroke, her technique became more graceful and confident. Soon, she was running the length of him with only her thumb and index finger encircling his flesh to quicken her movements. Still holding the root of the conk tightly, she eventually noted that his girth was pressing her hand apart. Soon, she could barely hold her fingers together and squeezed with all her might to contain the blood within his organ. With each sensual pump of her arm, the alien's organ rose slightly farther from his abdomen into the air. Eventually, Aklia held the rigid conk aloft. The fleshy head stood fully a foot and a half above him and the diameter at the base made it difficult to encircle completely with her hand. She sat admiring her handiwork for only a moment, as she suddenly realized that the Sadeer had taken two breaths in a row. His lips were moving, but she could not hear any sounds coming from him. Arms still pulled back behind his head in bondage, he was no threat to her now. With a defiant look at his visor, she stood up and moved her body over his erections. Aklia hovered in the air, knees bent, both hands on the Sadeer's larger erect shaft just below the head. As she guided him up to her wet cunch lips, her heart raced in anticipation. Her juices were already smeared over his thighs from squatting upon him and now began to saturate the knob she pressed against herself with her hands. Rubbing herself slowly with the nearly fist-sized tip of his conk, she began to rock her pelvis to slide him farther between her wet lips. Suddenly, his flesh slid directly over her clittle for the first time causing a sharp inhalation from her lips as she shuddered with pleasure. This was even better than she imagined, and suddenly she was in no mood to get it over with any time soon. Back and forth she pressed him against her inner folds. She learned that if she varied the pressure and occasionally circled her clittle with his knob, it felt as good as her fingers, maybe better. Breasts bouncing as her entire body moved in rhythm, she watched his jaw clench and tremble. Realizing that she was using him for her own pleasure and that he was forced to submit to her will, she could not contain her orgasm any longer. She rubbed his conk against her hard button in such a frenzy that she shook his entire body. Spasms of ecstasy shot through her as she struggled to stay on her feet, head swimming in weakness, hands quivering in pleasure. For several minutes, myotonic contractions took control of her as she came in crashing waves, her mind screaming in an unintelligible language and her lips speaking to the heavens. The Princess Of Mahoon: Chapter 1 As Aklia began to wilt in exhaustion, her legs buckled, causing his conk to slide slightly inside of her for the first time. Startled, she opened her eyes and looked dumbly down at the shaft disappearing into her cunch. Partly missing the sensation along her clittle, she considered pulling it back out, but instead held it firmly within her for a moment. She knew that this was where it must go, but she had no idea that it would feel this full inside of her. The erect conk was stretching her to the point of pain and her cunch muscles spasmed in retaliation. How would she ever get the rest of this inside her, she thought? She fell forward on her knees, still clutching the tip of him precariously inside of her. Her knees caught the Sadeer in the lower ribs before sliding down his flanks, and she watched as his mouth widened in grimace baring his nearly translucent teeth. The alien recovered and did not flinch again, but she knew he was feigning unconsciousness. The thought of him powerless under her, held at her mercy and suffering to her every sexual whim pleased her enormously. She bent forward slightly and told him to lie still and give her everything she wanted. It did not matter that he could not understand her, as long as he knew who was in control. Bent over him on her knees, she slipped her hands from around his conk and placed one on his soft muscular chest to steady herself. The other found its way between her ass cheeks and over her dripping cunch as if she was going to play with herself from behind. This time, however, the fingers guided his erection inside her cunch so that she could extract his seed. "Long live the Tribe," she thought to herself, breaking into a satisfied smile. Partly out of pain and partly out of inexperience she fell into an awkward pattern of backing into his conk. Her juices were everywhere and quickly she found that she could inch him inside of her by rocking her body forward and back. The conk was steel hard now and she thought it would split her open if she moved too quickly. Her slow movements gave the appearance of writhing until eventually she felt his great head press deep inside her lower abdomen. Clinching her buttocks, she withdrew off him and began the process of impaling herself again. Looking down as she conked him, she watched his involuntary facial movements below the visor. She knew that he could not see her even in silhouette against the burning sun, but there was no doubt that he had awoken before she had pleasured herself upon him. Soon, Goddess willing, he would spill his treasured seed into her and she would fulfill her birthright. Thrusting back against him time and again she grew more comfortable with him inside of her. The pain now subsiding, she felt her cunch muscles relaxing and actually accommodating his great size. This caused her to take in more of him with each stroke. She also found that by sitting more upright with some thrusts and leaning forward for others, the varied sensations along her cunch made her want to cum again. Pulling her hand underneath her she was able to rub over her clittle while still guiding him inside her. Soon, she found that he was rising to meet her at each thrust and they fell into a mutual rhythm. His free legs gathered behind her and braced his feet into the uneven ground. She felt the tension build up again as she neared another climax, but tried to delay it so that she could control his orgasm. As his breathing quickened and arms strained against his ropes, she began to grind into him harder, finally feeling his second conk against her anus with each thrust. Unable to contain herself any longer, she began to cum again in a series of fits and jerks, when all of a sudden the world went dark. The hum of engines just above her head was the last thing that she remembered before she had the sensation of falling. With a silent wail of frustration and panic on her lips, she floated into blackness, no longer connected to her prized conk and fading towards certain capture. The Princess Of Mahoon: Chapter 2 The Princess of Mahoon is a fantasy meant to combine pulp science fiction with more erotic themes. Thanks to everyone for the incredible feedback on Chapter 1. As chapter 2 begins, Aklia the princess scout has caught and bound a Sadeerian warrior. In her haste to claim her prize and improve her standing in the Tribe, she prematurely mounts her captive, only to be taken captive herself. The story continues from the viewpoint of her abductor... ****************** Journal Science Officer 28-767-3402 Both specimens are alive and intact. Alien's left arm is injured with a small projectile. The woman is perfect. Rowan reached up to decrease the sedative running into the arm of the raven-haired girl lying naked upon the table. His magnetic shoes allowed him to stand in zero gravity, but all of his things kept floating away from him while he worked. On top of that he'd been nauseated since leaving Mahoon's gravity and had thrown up twice in his sleeping quarters with disastrous consequences to his bed. He decided he would never get used to space flight. Glancing down, he found his hand upon the woman's bare shoulder again. He pulled back in embarrassment, though there were no other conscious people in the science lab. Looking over his shoulder at the pale alien across the room, he decided that the nudity must be getting to him. The two bodies, stripped since the moment they were captured, each gave him goose bumps. But for different reasons. Nothing in medical school or graduate school prepared him for this mission. He'd never been in space, never even met anyone who'd been in space. He was an overeducated science geek who made a hobby out of ancient cultures. Teaching culture and languages to teenagers at district college was much less interesting than medical research, but there was a doctor glut and he had a new wife to think about now. The only person that he had seen completely naked before he got married was his anatomy cadaver, Holmes. And Holmes was a 138 year old man. With a big dick. Holmes had already been broken down into parts for the students when they got him, but the part that bothered Rowan was that giant schlong. It wasn't fair that this dead body had more to work with than he had. He looked back at his hand again, tentatively tracing the female's shoulder again. Even after a cleansing, her skin felt oily and rugged. And she was copper-red. She was built like no one he'd ever seen before. No one on Mahoon had muscle like this. Hell, he'd never touched a person like this, even his wife. Especially his wife. It had taken the Ministry nearly 32 years to pick a mate for Rowan. Kahay was 33 and had been an information librarian from Apolla Terrae Level 70, a mining colony in the most secluded province from the capitol city. Her move to his one bedroom flat last year had been awkward to say the least. Come to think of it, Holmes was still the only person that Rowan had ever seen naked before today. With the lights on, anyway. The girl groaned and arched her head back slightly. Damn, her tits were huge. Beyond huge, they were obscene. Wider than his hands, though this was merely conjecture at this point. She was the tallest human he had ever seen. He couldn't remember anyone in Tranquil City who would come to her chin. Not that anyone would look her in the eye. They'd be staring right into those two behemoths. He clicked on her medical chart. She measured just over six and half feet and had weighed in at nearly 210 pounds on the ground. He couldn't imagine how the men had managed to lift her or that alien onto the ship, even with a winch. He could barely move on that godforsaken heavy planet. He also had samples of her DNA and blood cooking, but knew he'd have to wake her up to learn what they needed to know. Hell, she was the reason he was on this blasted ship. She'd been asleep since she was hosed down with sedative while she was wrestling with the alien. And it seemed from the air that she had been getting the better of him. He waddled over to check the alien while the girl smacked her lips dreamily. Lying eight feet across a seven foot table, the beast was menacing even through tightly closed eyes. The crew was under strict orders not to awaken this one until they were back on Mahoon. That was one order he would have no trouble following. They had found the Sadeer bound with natural fiber, probably from the girl, and Rowan had forbidden anyone to remove it. The rope tied his hands behind his head and was pulled down his back and tied off in a figure eight around his hips and groin. Besides the grip of fear he felt every time he approached the animal, that groin was the other reason Rowan felt uncomfortable in the room. Looking at not one but two big dicks on the beast was even more painful than looking at old Mr. Holmes. He ran the analyzer over the alien's head. The brain was large and complex, almost human. The retinas seemed to be misshapen on both sides, though, and Rowan wondered if the thing was blind. The small ears and hairless puckered face reminded him of old drawings of ancient water-dwellers called fish. Fishface. That's what he decided to name the big bastard. Turning, he saw the female's face staring at the ceiling. Her gaze was dancing as if she couldn't focus, but she turned slightly toward him as he glided over beside her. The plastic tethers that held her down on the table strained a bit as she spastically attempted to rise. Rowan smiled at her and tried to tell her to relax but she simply stared ahead, as if looking through him. "Damn, son, get your act together," Rowan thought to himself. The whole reason he had been selected for this mission was because of his ability to translate ancient languages. He had studied thirty of the forty-five ancient planet texts found in Tranquil's archives. Nevermind that he'd never actually heard anyone speak any of them. "Be comforted and fear not, for I am a peacemaker. Art thou injured?" Rowan spoke softly and slowly, struggling to form the words in his mouth as he went. The girl blinked and focused in on his face. Her eyes widened as if she recognized some of his words. After several seconds, she opened her mouth as if to reply but merely drooled down her chin. Rowan jumped up and decreased the sedation more before retaking his place at her side. He spoke to her in soothing, disjointed phrases, trying desperately to look her in the eyes and forget that she was naked. And it couldn't have been a harder task. "...a ship sailing on air. Journeyed to find thou. Like Helen of Troy. Without the horse. Bad example. Understand?" He rolled his eyes listening to himself. He was speaking gibberish and he didn't know whether to blame the language or the tits. The girl closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head. Rowan felt his heart sink. "She doesn't understand me," he whispered to himself, "what am I doing wrong?" "Nothing, lovely one," she said as her eyes open to fix on his. "I understand you perfectly. You are my angel? I am in Heaven?" Her voice stunned him. The words sounded exotic but he knew their meaning perfectly. She listened patiently as he tried to explain in broken phrases that they were not in heaven and that he was human like her. To emphasize the point, he lowered his hand to her chest above her heart. Between her tanned breasts, his hand gripped her flesh as if feeling for her pulse. He meant it as a quick gesture, but his hand would not release her. He felt his erection beginning again, like when he first saw her lying in the forest. Reluctantly pulling his hand away, he then put his hand on his own chest and nodded. Suddenly, her hand appeared from below and reached out for chest. As she did this, her upper body began to drift toward the ceiling. He realized that she had simply broken through her tethers as if shrugging them off. Rowan grabbed her shoulders and held her down to keep her from floating up. Startled, she looked at him with suspicion for the first time as his wild eyes tried to think of something to do. How could she break through the plastic? Did he forget to secure them properly? Just then a commanding voice drained him of all his color. Spinning around at the sound, he stood in front of Captain Nasah-Avi who had just entered the portal door. Without thinking, Rowan threw his arm back to hold the girl down onto the table. Had he more time to react, he might have realized that he was holding her down by one of those delicious breasts so that she wouldn't float away in front of the Captain. "...about twelve more hours before we dock. Evasive position has cost us some time, but I'm sure we weren't spotted by the Sadeers. Will you have the girl awake by then, Officer Rowan?" The captain was a short man, but pulled himself to every inch of his height each time he spoke. Rowan was nearly as afraid of Captain Nasah-Avi as he was of that damn alien. Luckily, the captain was half-turned to inspect Fishface, hardly giving the girl behind Rowan a notice. "Yea... yes sir. She's in a very delicate time in recovery and I don't think extra stimulation will be good for her. Could I get a guard outside the portal, sir? To, er, keep the men from getting curious and upsetting her before, you know, she's ready?" Rowan was sweating now, something he hadn't done in twenty years. "Quite right, Officer. A detail will be dispatched immediately. Is there anything else you require?" Rowan felt the girl's fingers creep up his back as if walking up his spine. He shifted quickly so that his elbow would trap her wrist against his back. He now realized where his hand was and his voice raised nearly an octave. "Good, I mean, thank you, sir. No, nothing. Everything is going splendidly, superbly. Um, never better. How are you?" The beads of sweat had to be showing by this point, but the captain still seemed to be surveying Fishface intently. "According to plan, Officer. Make sure that he's secure at all times per protocol. Carry on." Nasah-Avi turned to leave, then spun around with an afterthought. "You are planning on covering them soon, I hope, Officer Rowan. It will not do to keep them in this state of vulgarity, you know." The captain caught his eye briefly before disappearing without waiting for an answer. As the portal door closed, Rowan nearly fainted. It wasn't until the girl's hand closed upon his arm from behind that he regained his senses. Her grip was inhumanely strong, and she seemed to be lifting his arm up slowly. He turned to find her sitting up holding his arm, and searching the science lab with inquisitive eyes. He begrudgingly removed his hand from her hardened nipple and gently pushed her shoulders down to the table. Once he got her supine again, he retethered her and tried to explain zero gravity to her. Even though he knew she probably had no idea what he was talking about, she didn't attempt to remove the tethers this time. Rowan went to the portal door and locked it against further invasion. Just as he started to go back to the girl, the sleep alarm went off. A short message from the first mate came through demanding sleep for the crew prior to docking initiation just as the lights in the cabin went half dim. Though he hadn't slept in nearly two days, Rowan couldn't head to the bunk. It was all he could do to tear himself from the woman, but he simply had to recut and edit the science lab's video recorder before they reached Tranquil City. Even the grainy images of his intimacy, not to mention her floating, would be enough to get him into hot water he was sure. Heading into the control booth, he replayed the tape. Yep, there it was. His hand on her shoulder, her breast. Her floating behind him as he talked with the captain. As he reran it several times, he enlarged the image of her. While he stood with his back to her, her hand had traveled over her body, from her neck to her abdomen. Probably looking for more tethers. He froze an image of her hand on her nipple. His hard-on returned, but this time he didn't mind it so much. Rowan leaned against the control desk so that he could press it against something hard. This was what he always did when he wasn't being watched and his dick woke up. After replaying the image of her fingers touching her breast several times, he advanced the tape and saw her hand snake up his back only to be trapped by his elbow. Then, he leaned forward as he realized what her other hand was doing. She had reached down to cup her genitals with her free hand, not releasing herself until she began to float off the table as the captain was walking out. Rowan sat in amazement. Twenty times he rewound the tape, each time growing more excited. The girl was clearly touching herself. Almost...playing with herself. He had never seen anything like this before. The Ministry of Health expressly forbid this type of self-exploration; he didn't even hold himself while pissing. The taboo was so strong that he couldn't even bear to guide himself into his wife the few times they had practiced intercourse. Since they hadn't been given the clearance to have a child, they had not done this often and frankly it had never gone that well. He stood almost breathless watching her arm move down and back again. Eight seconds. Eight seconds she did it, but it changed his whole world. He contemplated as he humped the desk leg that he had never touched himself sexually. Nor had he ever considered the idea. His hand slid down over his suit and came into contact with the hardness underneath. Trying to mimic her, he covered his crotch with his hand and sighed with how good that felt. This was better than leaning against a desk any day. And yet guilt kept creeping over him as he fought to hold his growing erection. With one hand he cut out the offending tape and respliced it with footage of the two captives lying motionless and asleep without anyone else in the picture. He would have to chance it that the captain would not review the tape from the science lab and realize that his visit had been cut out. He then made a new tape of the removed images. This one he would keep from himself. He did all of this left handed, his right one not letting go of its newly found handhold. After he hid his personal tape away in his belongings, he returned to hit the record button on the camera. The live image of the next room lit up the screen and he lost his grip on his cock. There was the girl on the screen, floating over the paralyzed alien and trying to maneuver in the zero gravity air. "Oh shit. Oh... Holy shit. I'm dead. Fucking dead." He could only stare at the swimming figure, for as beautiful as she was, he knew this would be the end of him. The girl was spinning in circles, laughing and enjoying her new game. Mesmerized, he forgot to turn off the record button. He stood flabbergasted, thoughts of banishment or worse dancing in his head, the sight of the naked figure twisting and turning in the air drawing him closer. He'd never seen anything so...erotic. With a sudden collision, the girl landed against the alien's legs strapped onto the table. Gracefully, she grabbed a tether with each hand and pulled herself against his body. Her feet disappeared around each side of the table's end as she held on with all fours to keep her body from floating away. Her face was turned toward the camera and appeared stunned at first, then it broke into a wide grin. She looked down and saw the alien's upper thigh and groin before her. The alien's snaky cocks, suspended in the zero gravity, waved back and forth in front of her face. Rowan could see her talking now, as if speaking to the huge dicks in front of her. He turned up the sound and caught only a whisper of what she was saying. "...humans, aren't they? You are fallen from cooking pot into fire. I wonder if the men will have their way with you as I will." Her expression turned thoughtful. "Or maybe they have women." The scene before him entranced poor Rowan and he was barely aware that he had his cock back in his hand. His gut reaction screamed to let go, but he could not obey. The sight of this dark beauty holding herself down on top of the naked alien, cocks flying just inches before her face, was too much for him. The girl suddenly straightened her back and inched up his thighs until she was peering down at the first cock. Her sultry voice came through low and forceful. "I will assure my place in the tribe or else. For you are mine." With that, she lunged toward the nearest cock. It was the smaller of the two and was still at least six inches in length. Rowan looked down at his own weapon being squeezed subconsciously by his fingers. His looked very similar but had never felt the touch of a woman's mouth before. Who had? She caught the smooth surface of the side of the shaft with her lips and held it there while she readjusted her handhold on the tethers. Then she bit upwards in small hops so as not to lose the cock completely. The smaller rod seemed to grow slightly and stiffened as she worked her way along it's length. Once they reached the tapered tip, her lips parted and Rowan saw her tongue flick back and forth as if tasting. She made a face and spit, the alien's cock slipping from her mouth and floating away. He thought he heard her say, "Piss," but he couldn't be sure. As her face came back into view, she was smiling again, though it was a slightly devious look it seemed to Rowan. He heard her calling out, a little louder this time, "Sadeer, you taste like pigshit. You're impotent, disgusting, and worth only one thing. Now Devil, by the Queen, give it to me." As she spoke, Rowan saw her lean into the beast's groin and he lost her face against the base of the second cock. This one was enormous, triangular head topping a shaft as thick as a forearm. Even semi-erect it stuck out from behind her head as she licked the base of the dancing monster cock. Her thick hair hid her face but he could tell by the way that her head shook back and forth that she was toying with his cock. He'd never seen a blowjob before, never even considered the possibility of oral sex. Little did he know that the girl was engaged in her first as well, though she had practiced on wooden dildos countless times while bunking down for the night. The girl's head rose up the big cock slowly, finally moving to the side so that he could see her jaw and mouth. Her head on its side, she held the base of the cock between her lips, tongue slipping back and forth. Once, he saw her teeth biting into the big cock and her saw her break off in laughter and he thought he saw Fishface jerk for a brief moment. Otherwise, the huge beast was a bound victim completely at her whim. She captured his dick again with her mouth and began the climb up the cock in little jumps. This gave the appearance that she was repositioning his growing erection as if to gobble it up from the end. Once the head was reached, she tongued all the way around it, leaving a trail of saliva dripping down the shaft. The cock grew tighter and didn't seem to sway as much now, standing straight up at her face. Rowan began to feel fluid leaking out of the end of his cock. He looked down and his own member was hard as a rock, with one clear drop of liquid appearing at the opening. He'd never seen anything like this; in a way it reminded him of the moisture on his cock after he and Kahay had tried intercourse, except then the fluid had been all over his dick when he pulled out. He'd always assumed that this was her liquid, since he was not given permission to spill his seed yet. He tried to recall the scientific name of the male fluid but it escaped him at the moment. He touched the fluid and picked it up with his finger. Lifting it to his lips, he sucked it into his mouth to see how it tasted. Semen, he thought. It's called semen. Or is it pre-cum? Damn. Either way, it didn't exactly tickle the palate. The Princess Of Mahoon: Chapter 2 He looked up to see that the temptress had loosened her feet and was hanging upside down over Fishface now. Her mouth surrounded the head of his cock, her lips milking him into her mouth. Arms outstretched still holding the tethers, the rest of her body floated perpendicular to him, as if being held up by his giant cock. The vision of her perfect floating body attached to his cock by the lips had Rowan's hand back on his cock in an instant. As the lower cock floated below, the girl worked more of the mammoth erection into her mouth. Soon she had established a rhythm of bobbing up and down on it, lips sliding over his flesh. Her powerful arms pushed and pulled in an exquisite version of push-ups. She could take almost a foot into her mouth and then slowly edged it back out before sucking it back down again. Several times she stopped to lick the head clean and occasionally speak unintelligible words, but mostly she bobbed up and down on the cock. Rowan found himself pulling his cock with his hand as if it was her mouth on him. He discovered that by wiping the emerging drops upon his rod, he could lubricate and rub it faster. All the while watching the girl pleasure the alien. The unfairness of the situation had not hit him yet, only the pleasure of watching her and having his dick stroked. The girl popped off the end of Fishface's cock, her arms outstretched and her feet standing on the ceiling. She surveyed his cock briefly, nudged it with her nose a few times and then yelled, "Salut, Queen Mother. I fuck this Sadeer for the glory of the tribe." With that, she front-flipped in the air and pulled her legs spread. Her body spun in the air and she landed astride the alien hips, arms still entangled in the tethers. Her pelvis shifted slightly as she seemed to be inching her way up his body when suddenly she slammed her ass down on him several inches and let out a wail. Rowan watched with surprise as the woman let out loud screams and grunts while thrusting downwards onto the alien cock. The shadowy rod between her legs disappeared gradually as her yells were replaced with rhythmic moans. Her movements became more sensual and she seemed to be squeezing their bodies together. Her muscles rippled as she fucked Fishface and Rowan could stand it no more. Dropping his other hand to his cock, he held the base and stroked himself faster. He felt a tension building that he had only felt while fucking his wife, but this time he could not stop. Kahay was not here to tell him to either. This time, he would pleasure himself. And he would finish. The girl looked toward the science lab door and stared at it for just a moment, but her ass continued to grind against the Sadeer's cock. She redoubled her motions, rocking onto him and pressing her thighs against him. Her muscular back rose like Earth waves and crashed back down. Rowan saw the outline of her full tits bounce and quiver with each thrust. His grip tightened as he stroked his cock faster and faster, the sensations nearly wilting his poor legs. He would cum soon and it would be wonderful. The alien's second cock had risen steadily and now stood up next to the one impaled by the Earth girl. On each deep thrust backward, the tip of the smaller cock rubbed her ass until finally it settled between her cheeks. Her head turned and her eyes closed as she slowed her movements as if guiding him in again. The tip of the smooth cock pressed against her puckered anus and slid partially inside. Rowan saw her ass tighten and then release, which caused the alien to travel farther inside her bum. The girl's moans grew louder and she began to push back against her double penetration. With each steady thrust, the crescendo of her voice and Rowan's ecstasy grew. The girl was wild, head rolling, dark hair floating around her face. She fucked with abandon now, no longer being careful to keep the cocks inside. He listened to her scream in pleasure and saw her begin to orgasm. Her legs spasming and muscles shivering, her voice pushing him over the edge. Closing his eyes to imagine her fucking his cock, now being beaten mercilessly with his juice-drenched hand, he felt himself finally...cumming. It was like an electric current, lighting up his body. A cramp that left him paralyzed and drained. Followed by a release he'd never known. He opened his eyes in amazement. There from his throbbing cock came a deluge of clear-white cum, blasting out and then floating forward in the air. He watched as the semen separated into globules and began turning in the zero gravity, heading toward the console. The console... Oh shit! He had just spunked the video controls! Just as he started to lift his hand off his penis, the first shot hit the computer and splattered slowly, some even changing direction and floating back into space. As he moved toward it, cock bouncing before him, he tried to dodge droplets of sperm flying through the air toward him. Looking down at his suit becoming peppered with drops, a slimy globe hit him squarely in the forehead. Oh hell, now what was he going to do??? Looking around for wet wipes, he felt the panic start to leave. "Ok," he thought, "this is all I have to do. Clean the hell up here, get that beautiful horny broad off of Fishface and back onto the table." He found the wipes and began cleaning himself, his hand, his clothes, the whole keyboard area. But something gnawed at him about his foolproof plan. The tape. Oh my, he had to resplice the tape again. That would take another half hour, now he was beginning to panic again. He looked up at the screen to wipe off some of his semen. His breath stopped, then his heart. She was gone. Nowhere. He panned around the room. The only person on the screen was Fishface, still bound and cocks a waving after being raped by that gorgeous creature. Yep, the panic was definitely back. He turned and ran right into her chest. Mouth to nipple you might say. She was floating toward him having come right through the control room door. His face hit her skin and bounced off. She grabbed him and pulled him tight, his cheek rubbing her pink nipple. Her grip was inhumanly strong, but he wasn't even trying to pull away. The wipes had gone floating away and he was acutely aware that he'd forgotten to replace his dick in his suit. Still erect, it poked her in the thigh, though she didn't seem to notice. His gravity boots barely staying down on the ground, she worked her way down him until she held his head nearly level to hers. Her beautiful dark green eyes stared into his for a moment and he wanted to kiss her. She smiled at him and wiped a droplet of cum off his face. She leaned in to taste it, placing the tip of her finger between her red lips and kissing gently. She looked over his shoulder and then back into his eyes. Her mouth parted... this was it. "They're coming," she whispered. Rowan stared into her lips, awaiting the kiss, wondering what in the hell she was talking about. Finally looking back up to her eyes, he followed her gaze over his shoulder to the image on the console of the Captain's guards entering the science lab door. And Fishface was rising to meet them.