The Misfits
Chapter Nine
"My name's Orion now," I told her. "I'll call you Bambi…"
"I'm your mother!"
"Silence!" Srah raised her hand and my mom lowered her eyes.
"I'll call you Bambi from now on," I continued patiently. "Srah is the Mistress of this household. Look at me, Bambi."
"I don't understand," she sighed, lifting her pale blue eyes to mine.
"You'll do whatever Srah tells you to do," I said. "You're not her equal. You're just a slut until I decide what to do with you."
Marcia giggled softly and I gave her a small grin.
"Bathe her," I told Srah. "Make sure she's clean and then call a doctor. I don't know where the whore's been."
"What?" Bambi blinked at me. "You can't talk to me that way!"
SLAP! Srah smacked her mouth, much like she had Marcia's only a few days before.
"Orion is your Master, slut," she said. "He'll speak to you as he wishes."
"But he's my son!" Bambi protested, her lower lip trembling and her pink cheeks wet with tears.
"I was only your cousin the last time I saw you," I reminded her. "Or have you forgotten that?"
"But that was different," she whined. "Faggot…"
"Master!" Srah insisted as Marcia prepared the bath. "Take off your robe. Hurry up! Or do you enjoy smelling like a toilet?"
"N-No! Please…I just want to talk to him," Mom stammered weakly as she pulled her shift over her dirty blonde hair.
"Do you wish me to shave her, my Lord?" Srah asked, tilting her head as if appraising a questionable work of art.
"No," I said, removing my belt and sword before loosening my tunic. "She's not that special."
"Orion…" Marcia sighed, smiling at me from the marble pool as she played with the water.
"Shave me?" Bambi blinked at Srah and looked at me as I sat down.
"Some fruit," I sighed. "And water, please."
"What are you waiting for?" Srah asked. "Get in the bath, woman! Your Master can barely stand the sight of you."
"We're going to need a lot of soap," Marcia decided and she clearly enjoyed seeing my mother confused and humiliated.
"Why he decided to buy a used up whore like you…" Srah sighed, reaching for Bambi's left nipple and pinching it. "I can only hope our Master didn't pay too much."
"Ow!"
"Over here, slut…" Marcia said, smiling and pulling her shift upward to expose her hairless sex. "I know what you want."
"Who are you?" I asked the blue boy. He'd arrived quietly, bearing a tray laden with fresh fruit, several cups, and a carafe of water.
"Esyayasasye, my Lord," he said with a bow, placing the tray carefully on the table beside my chair.
"Esya," I said, keeping half my attention on Srah and Marcia as they stripped off their shifts. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen, my Lord," he answered softly, fixing his silver eyes anywhere but on mine.
"Take off my boots for me," I told him. "Are you new here?"
"No, my Lord," he replied, kneeling in front of me and tugging at my left boot. "I've been in the kitchens for two years."
"Do you like it there?"
"I think so," he nodded. "I'd like to be a chef someday, my Lord."
"Well, we can always use a good cook." I chuckled as he removed my right boot with a grunt. "You're very beautiful, Esya."
"Thank you, my Lord." he whispered, still kneeling in his plain white robe, head down with his hands at his sides.
"Do you know that?" I asked, dipping my head and searching for his eyes. "Look at me, boy."
He lifted his eyes and bit his luscious bottom lip. He had a mouth made for kissing, so ripe and moist and pink. Aside from his pale blue skin and silver eyes, his platinum hair tied in a long ponytail, Esya looked rather like any other boy his age. Except he was so wonderfully attractive, much the way all of his kind seemed to be. His smooth brow gave way to high, pronounced cheeks and a small pouting mouth above a tapered chin. I watched the tip of his delicate tongue tease his lips and disappear, inviting me to chase it.
"Do you know how lovely you are, Esya?"
"No, my Lord," he whispered.
"Unbutton my trousers," I said. "Go on…It's alright…I want you to suck my cock. Have you done that before?"
"No, my Lord." His delicate blue fingers fumbled with my breeches.
"No?" I smiled as if I couldn't possibly believe that. "You must have done it at least once. A beautiful boy like you, Esya? Tell me the truth. How many times have you been fucked?"
"N-Never, My Lord. I swear…" He swallowed hard as his fingers found my erection and pulled it free of my pants.
"Shhh…" I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Kiss it for me. Just use your lips, boy…Save your tongue for later…"
Esya pursed his lips and leaned forward, touching them to the smooth glans and I reached for his silky hair, silver like his eyes. I stroked him gently, reassuring him with my fingers while I split my attention between his tentative kisses and Srah's fingers working in and out of my mother's soapy cunt.
Marcia hadn't bothered washing her, but sat on the edge of the pool with Bambi's face between her widespread thighs. That's all she needed, a little time with the other two slaves to learn her proper place. It seemed a little strange taking my own mother for a slave, but what else could I have done? I loved her and I'd spent a great deal of time considering what to do about it. I couldn't leave her on Earth. I'd miss her too much, but the idea of elevating her to a noble position was unthinkable. I could have made her Lady Bambi and nobody would have thought it strange.
I knew her too well, however, and Mom would have used her freedom to try and dominate me, to re-establish our former relationship. I couldn't allow that. Likewise, my mother had the personality and desires of a wanton whore and while I could suffer the embarrassment of sexual excess, as I had many times in the past, the Empire could not. Just as I'd worried over Marcia, my mother's aberrant psychology would have to be tamed, or at least caged.
The paradox, of course, was that keeping my own mother as a harem slave would be a wonderful scandal and quite in keeping with Tristam's reputation. Such were the quirks of nobility and so long as she remained safely hidden within the confines of my private quarters, the rumors of her existence would do much to enhance my standing in certain social circles. The Empire and its politics were always at odds with morality and I believe, as many in power do, that the ends justify the means. I needed to control my mother as well as protect her.
"Now open your mouth," I breathed, curling my fingers around Esya's silky ponytail. "All the way down…That's it…Watch my eyes while you suck my cock."
His pink lips felt like satin as they were drawn tightly around the shaft and I didn't have to force him. Esya seemed quite willing to nurse on his first penis and I ignored the scraping of his teeth and concentrated on the fluttering of his tongue. His cheeks were drawn inward as he suckled gently and when he gagged on the glans as it touched the entrance to his throat, I let him back off and try again.
His left hand found my balls and he explored them carefully, tugging on my sack and rolling the testes with his fingers. I'd unbuttoned my tunic so that it hung open and loose, and Esya's other hand played along my bare stomach and higher. He touched his palm to my chest, covering my right nipple and I sighed, nodding my head in agreement as he pressed harder against my warm flesh. His mouth filled with spit and precum and he swallowed eagerly, bobbing his head too quickly in his growing excitement. I had to slow him down, whispering patient words and letting the boy relax.
A dozen feet away, Srah had taken her own liberties with my mother's asshole, fucking her there while Marcia held the woman's face to her cunt. I'd given the sexy brown alien permission to use the other slaves as she saw fit, so long as they were well treated and content. I didn't require a lot of training for them, only that they learned proper etiquette, and Srah would be a good teacher having been a servant her entire life. I was lucky to have her and I reminded myself to prepare a gift of equal value for the Duchess upon her return.
"Enough," I told Esya, pulling his mouth from my dick. "Give us a couch…Take off your clothes, let me see you."
I pulled off my tunic and removed my breeches completely while Esya pulled his white shift over his head. He shook his hair free, the long bangs falling across his eyes as he stood nervous and naked, fondling his hard penis. He had a nice one, generous for his size and he wasn't any bigger than me. We were close to the same age, after all, and I enjoyed that about him. We were nearly the same height as I stepped closer, pulling Esya into a hug and feeling his blue skin warm and supple.
His arms went around my neck, tentatively at first, and I held him around the waist. Our cocks rubbed against each other, trapped erect between our bodies while we kissed. I opened his sweet mouth with my tongue and French kissed the boy deeply, bringing his arousal to life as he responded in kind. Our tongues wrestled even as I pushed him down to the divan and Esya spread his creamy thighs around me.
I took him like a girl, finding his virgin anus tight and dry at first, grunting into his mouth as I forced my cockhead past his sphincter. Esya's knees came up, sliding across my ribs and he wrapped his legs around me as I pushed again, harder to stretch his burning hole around my cock. We fucked with short, sharp strokes. I'd jab my aching erection into his rectum and take his innocence a fraction at a time. The steady flow of precum provided the only lubricant and I didn't so much enjoy the pain in his glistening eyes as savor the watery ejaculate spilling from his cock.
The boy had cum, loosing his curious alien semen while he wept like a girl. I kissed his tears and then his lush lips, drinking the boy's moans while he quivered in my arms. It was perhaps the first orgasm of life, I couldn't know, but the high pitched whimpering and the urgency of his kisses made me believe it to be true. The tender muscles gripping my prick seemed to pull me even deeper and I put his legs over my shoulders, rolling Esya's butt off the couch until his knees touched his shoulders. I drove my cock into him hard and fast, slapping his upturned ass with my balls as I stared into his lovely face.
"You belong to me now," I breathed, giving him one last thrust before my cock jerked against the pressure.
"Yes, my Lord," he replied just as softly, giving me his eyes and the pain had been replaced with something else entirely.
I lowered my mouth to his, kissing Esya while my cum filled his ass. He let his legs slide off my shoulders, pulling my chest to his while he stroked my shoulders and down my back. We were damp and sticky with sweat, and soaked with his lavender colored semen. It was much thinner than mine, like water and salty as the sea. I could smell him in the air and taste him on my tongue when we paused to catch our breath. I pulled at his chin with my thumb, opening his pouting mouth as I let a long strand of saliva drip from my lips onto his tongue. He swallowed it for me with a smile and my softening cock was pushed from his tight rectum as the bruised tissue returned to its natural shape.
"Jericho," I said softly. "Inform the Chief Steward that I want this servant for my page."
"Of course, my Lord," he replied from somewhere behind me and I didn't bother to look at him.
"And find that slave merchant the Duchess favors…"
"Vonald, my Lord?"
"…arrange an appointment," I told him. "Where's the Enix?"
"A little over nine hours away, my Lord," he replied. "Still in blackout."
"Very well," I sighed, stroking Esya's hair. "Have you ever held a sword?"
"No, my Lord," he said with a shy smile.
"Then we shall have to do something about that," I decided. "Won't we?"
"Yes, myyymmmph…" he surrendered to my kiss completely and I didn't want to move, but I needed every opportunity for exercise I could get.
Teaching my new page the fine art of fencing would help train my own inexperienced body. Ransom was busy with managing my fleet as it was necessarily scattered across the vast reaches of space. It comprised a separate entity from the military forces commanded by the Duchess through her General Staff, fulfilling the role of constabulary and patrolling the Spinward March. Colonel Prouel, the liaison with the General Staff, served as my eyes and ears within the military and I'd reviewed the standing orders already, approved them, and would interfere as little as possible.
The Duchess would be away for a month, conferring with the Emperor at Delphi, and I was to play babysitter and little more. Her warning about starting a war hadn't been made in jest. My freedom of action wasn't so great as some would believe. Her cabinet ministers knew their jobs well enough, the assimilation of Earth would proceed on schedule, and I only had to wait for her return. It wasn't a task well-suited to my temperament and I'd begun to understand that Tristam's influence wasn't quite as subtle as he'd suggested.
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"Hmmm…" I ran my hands along my mother's naked back, smooth and white, without so much as a mole to spoil her amazing beauty. I'd never truly appreciated her before, not like this, and I gripped her slender shoulders in my fourteen-year-old hands and pulled her against me with a soft, sticky slap as her sweet, round ass met my hips.
"Ohhh…Yessss…" she moaned, her breath ragged as my incestuous cock split her labia and the tender walls inside.
"Beautiful slut," I breathed, sliding my hands beneath her to find the swell of her heavy breasts. "Fuck my cock…Ride it, you whore!"
"Nyuuhhh-huh!" Bambi arched her back as I gave her tits a squeeze.
They hung from her body like huge, pearly teardrops of hot flesh and I found her nipples ripe with excitement. They were stiff and fat as I pulled them downward, twisting them just to hear her gasp and groan. I used her tits like the reins of a horse, driving her to grind her sex around my prick and clench the talented walls of her cunt. My mother was an amazing fuck!
From their silk pillows, Srah and Marcia watched us lazily, smiling and whispering while they sipped Lovithian wine from jeweled goblets. They were spoiled in our new apartments, the royal quarters that Tristam had maintained permanently over the centuries, and we were very comfortable. The largest room had been redecorated as a Turkish seraglio, complete with burning braziers, ogee archways, and terra cotta walls covered with finely woven tapestries. Persian carpets covered the floor and a great many pillows, as I mentioned, of all shapes and sizes and colors provided the only furniture.
There were other rooms as well and each served a specific purpose. I had my private chambers, a study and bath, a library and salon for entertaining, quarters for my staff. I'd turned a drawing room into a small gymnasium where I'd spent the better part of two hours teaching Esya how to handle a blade. I found him lithe, graceful, and pleasing to the smallest detail. Eventually, I'd had no choice but to disarm the boy and sheath my prick once more inside his dainty rectum.
Now it was my mother's turn and she'd been scrubbed clean inside and out, examined carefully by one of the doctors, and in the morning would be scanned. I knew she posed no threat, but Ellicent would have to be satisfied and it would be interesting to see the details of her perversion. No memory would be safe. No thought could be hidden and I'd get a look into my mother's unguarded mind.
But for the moment I had to satisfy myself with fucking my cock into her unguarded womb. I smiled, watching the wet shaft sliding effortlessly in and out of her sex. She'd cum once already and would again. I could feel her vagina quiver with soft contractions of pleasure. She'd fucked so many men in her life, but she loved me and I pulled her upright so that we knelt together with my erection buried inside her. Mom turned her head, her open mouth seeking mine while I held her large, firm tits in my hands and squeezed. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to relish the experience and the doctor had warned us that she was ovulating.
Bambi had apparently forgotten to refill her prescriptions in the wake of the alien's disastrous arrival. Thankfully, she wasn't pregnant yet and Fate, it seemed, was a kind Mistress as my naked cock pulsed eagerly on the brink of orgasm. And Mom wouldn't stop moving her hips, rocking her ass and grinding her wet sex around me.
Her tongue teased mine and she reached awkwardly to hold my head, playing her sharp fingernails against my scalp. My left hand went to her taut belly, feeling it undulate as she worked the muscles of her cunt around my penis. I held myself back as long as I could and finally gave in with a sharp breath, pushing her down to lay across a pillow with her ass in the air. I pinned her shoulders to the floor, flattening her tits and driving my cock downward with a groan of raw pleasure.
I pumped Mom's pussy quickly, even as rapid jets of semen flew from my cock and into the depths of her well-fucked hole. She came with me, shivering and humping the overstuffed pillow while her cervix drank deep the incestuous juices of our union. I collapsed onto her back with my face buried in her golden hair, determined to keep her ass high and her shoulders low. We slept fitfully with her cunt bound and gagged on my penis, ensuring no part of our taboo climax could escape.
When I awoke in the night to find myself hard inside her, I awoke my mother with a kiss and thrust of my hips. I fucked her to another orgasm, reveling in a dreamlike orgy of the senses. The braziers burned low and a curious ballet performed on the walls and floor around us. Our breathless grunts and panting moans were the symphony of lust and all I could feel was the heat of her desire, the humid air ripe with arousal covering us like a blanket. I fucked another load of sperm into my mother's willing body and slept again.
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"About time," I breathed, watching from the flag bridge as a shuttle approached from the battle cruiser Enix.
"Lord Admiral?" Colonel Prouel looked up from the star charts she studied.
"I'll be on the port shuttle deck," I told her. "I'll take your briefing in the wardroom."
"Yes sir." She came to attention along with a dozen crewmen as I left the bridge and stepped into an elevator.
I found Ransom already waiting and he offered me a bow. His milk white eyes were always emotionless, but I saw the crowsfeet at the corners crinkle with good humor.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked with feigned annoyance, and he almost smiled.
"Happy, my Lord? Me?" He shook his head. "There's a rumor that you've made a slave of your mother."
"That didn't take long," I said with a snort. "You may put an end to such gossip at your earliest convenience."
"Thank you, my Lord." He bowed again and I laughed.
"You were a little worried about me, eh?" I asked as Esya entered the shuttle bay, looking around with wide, curious eyes.
"I've never known a human," Ransom said. "You are a strange little race, my Lord."
"You've got no idea," I told him as the shuttle penetrated the ion shield with a long, screeching crackle.
The Lady Helena was first off, as I might have expected, being both the youngest daughter of the Cephean Margrave and my personal secretary and chief advisor. Where Ransom assisted me with military matters, she served in a purely political capacity and possessed a genuine talent for intrigue. Just as Talis had her Ellicent, I had my Helena and I relied upon her greatly.
The others followed, the members of my household I'd summoned from Mercia, the capital world of the Pleiades Sector. I had a castle there, a very real one, and I felt a longing to return although I'd never laid eyes upon it. The memories of Tristam could be so easily confused with my own sometimes and in truth, I'd largely given up trying to keep them separate. We were one person, he hadn't lied about that, and we enjoyed the look on Helena's exquisite face when she saw me.
The people of Cepheus are oriental in appearance, with narrow eyes, small aquiline noses, and thin lips unaccustomed to smiling. Nevertheless, they can be very attractive physically and Helena embodied much that a man might admire about that austere species. She'd pulled her fine red hair into a knot at the top of her head and used an emerald comb to hold it in place. Her slanted eyes were green as well, intelligent and curious and rarely still.
I couldn't help but admire her lithe form beneath the cream colored leather that encased her from the tops of her breasts to her gleaming black boots. She wore nothing beneath it and on Earth such fashion would have turned heads and drawn curious stares, being very much like something found in a fetish catalogue. On Cepheus, leather body suits were considered traditional, like a kimono in Japan. Fortunately, Helena, in common with most Cepheans, had a physique well-suited to such attire.
"My Lady," I said with a tilt of my head. She stood over six feet tall in her boots and outwardly at least, I was only a fourteen-year-old boy.
"My Lord," Helena replied, bending gracefully to kiss my hand. "I thought you were going to wait until after my arrival?"
"It was an easy decision," I told her as we started walking. "We're very happy together."
"Such news gladdens my heart," she said, and I frowned at her tone.
I'd summoned Esya to help the rest of my small entourage find their way around the ship. Most of them had been there before anyway and I had little to do with getting them comfortable. We left them there and I saw no sense in wasting time once were out of the noisy dock.
"Speak your mind, Helena," I said, catching a soft chuckle from Ransom and we both knew she'd tell me anyway.
"The Duchess," she replied. "She's human."
"She is now," I agreed.
"As are you," she continued. "She found you, didn't she?"
"In a manner of speaking," I said with a shrug. "Talis has a keen eye and a singular wit. What's your point?"
"You have no offspring," Helena said slowly. "Neither you, nor the Duchess have an heir to your titles."
"That's true," I replied. "But hardly at issue. We both serve at the pleasure of the Emperor."
"And if something should happen to the Duchess, it's likely you would be invested Duke of Cepheus."
"Careful," I whispered, looking up to see her eyes.
"I'm suggesting nothing, my Lord," Helena said quickly. "Except that the Duchess may find a direct heir to her advantage."
"No," I said with a smile. "I understand where that dark mind of yours is wandering, but in this you're mistaken."
"Don't tell me she trusts you so completely," Helena scoffed. "With Horus gone, you're the greatest threat she has."
"And if she produced an heir of my blood…"
"She wouldn't need you anymore," she said. "She could be rid of you and establish a regency in the child's place."
"It would be a good plan," I said, looking at Ransom and he shrugged. The two of them maintained a cordial relationship at best.
"Ellicent has already thought of it," Helena told me. "Talis will seek approval from the Emperor in person. This opportunity, the two of you sharing the same species, it cannot be coincidence, my Lord."
"Perhaps not," I said. "But there will be no offspring"
"How can you be so sure?" she asked, knowing all too well the intimate history my cousin and I shared.
"Because Talis is a male," I told her as the elevator came to a stop and Ransom chuckled at look on Helena's face.
"But…" Her brow furrowed as she tried to find a place in her scheming for that crucial bit of information.
"If she'd wanted to mate with me, she would have found a female host."
"Perhaps the Riavean isn't as devious as my Lady," Ransom offered. "The Lord Admiral is lucky you're on his side."
"Work on the Marquis de Windham," I instructed Helena. "Find out what he's up to. Get together with Lord Chasse, the Interior Minister."
"Of course." Helena bowed her head, looking somewhat chastened now that her elaborate conspiracy had fallen apart.
"And update your files on the Duchess," Ransom added, unable to resist the barb and she gave him a frown.
The personal details of Talis and her new host weren't widely known and it was a long way to Mercia; I couldn't blame Helena for being surprised. It would have been an interesting idea if the Duchess had been a real girl, a human girl, and we could have produced a child. Our alien parasites, for lack of a better word, could only reproduce through the same host species.
I could father a thousand children and not one would contain a trace of Tristam. Likewise, a female host could deliver a dozen bastards and they wouldn't carry her alien DNA…But two hosts of the same genetic material would produce a newborn host already infected with alien offspring. As the Empire spread across the stars and additional host species were found, our ability to reproduce diminished proportionally.
It did seem like a missed opportunity and we had that strange riddle to ponder now. Ellicent wouldn't have let it pass without a reason; Helena had been right about that much.
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"…as you can see, my Lord, we're looking at a fifteen to twenty year timeline," the assistant deputy minister called up another hologram. "Dismantling the current energy infrastructure and replacing the fossil economy with a more recent technology…"
"Which technology are we implementing?" someone asked.
"Fusion," a third person replied. "It's the simplest, most cost effective solution based on the available system resources."
"Self-sufficiency is the key," I said, just to see them nod at my wisdom. I hated these meetings.
We had to rebuild Earth beginning with the twin essentials of transportation and energy. Another department in another place worked on social reform and yet another on the politics of the planet. This had all been done ten thousand times before on ten thousand worlds, each of them unique and challenging in their own ways. I'm certain the issues were of interest to someone, but not me.
"What are we looking at?" I asked an hour later.
"A religious fanatic attempted to infiltrate the starport facility at Bahia Magdelina," one of the Interior Minister's deputies said. "The human carried six kilograms of explosives under his clothing."
"He worked at the facility?"
"No, my Lord," he replied. "His organization apparently murdered one of the workers and this man attempted to use the victim's identification."
"Where is he now?"
"Being scanned," the deputy said. "We have a team ready to drop as soon as we have a location on his confederates."
"Make sure we take them alive." I studied the hologram and the terrorist was plainly Middle Eastern.
"This is the third one in the last two weeks, my Lord."
"What happened to the others?"
"They didn't survive capture," he admitted unhappily.
"We could eradicate the problem," Colonel Prouel said. "We've run several scenarios and elimination of the extreme religious elements…"
"How many casualties?" I asked, turning in my chair to look at her.
"In the first strike?" She shrugged. "Approximately 450 million."
"They have nothing the Empire requires," the deputy agreed. "It would simplify the issue, my Lord."
"This would be the time to do it," I sighed. "How about exile?"
"For that many humans? We could arrange the necessary transport within two months," another deputy spoke up. "The cost would considerable and depending on the destination, we're looking at a thirty to sixty percent attrition rate."
"A population that size…" The colonel shook her head. "It would be better to eliminate the threat in-situ."
"I'll consider it," I decided. "Scan the terrorists, roll them up and follow the chain."
"And when it leads to a political entity, my Lord?" the deputy asked, because it inevitably would.
"That will be unfortunate," I told him. The Empire did not make war on individuals.
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"My Lord," Bambi sighed, moving quickly to kneel at my feet.
"You look beautiful," I told her as I removed my belt. "Where are the others?"
"In the bath," she said. "Would you like to join them?"
"No." I shook my head. "I want to relax. I've got a headache."
"Let me help," she whispered, reaching for my left boot. "Esya? Refreshments for your Master."
"Are you alright?" I asked and Bambi looked up, smiling at me from beneath a tangle of golden hair.
"I'm still a little confused," she admitted. "I don't understand why I'm here or why you're…whoever you are now."
"I'm still your son," I said. "But you're no longer my mother."
"I know," she whispered, lowering her eyes. "Forgive me, my Lord."
"I am going to forgive you, Bambi," I promised, lifting my right boot for her to pull off my foot. "Every time I fuck you."
She wore her white shift, the one piece slip of cotton hanging from my mother's shoulders to mid-thigh. She had a beautiful face and a magnificent body that I'd never been able to fully appreciate before, but I'd already decided that I liked having a mature, thirty-year-old woman in my possession. Why she'd wasted her time trying to look like a teenager, I still didn't understand, nor why she'd been so eager to give herself to boys like Billy and the others. Marcia and I had done it out of desperation, but a woman like Bambi…
"Dance for me," I told her. "Naked. Jericho, the Nhuire Mating Opera, start at the aria, that's kind of a sexy piece."
"My Lord," Esya whispered, placing a tray on the table as the music started.
Bambi smiled shyly, pulling her shift over her head and kicking some pillows out of the way. The computer knew what I wanted, or perhaps I only found myself wanting what it gave me. The ceiling became the Nhuire night sky, complete with a harvest moon surrounded by iridescent rings. The braziers still burned and the walls took on a dusky glow, my chair became a divan as Esya undressed me completely.
And my mother danced, almost reluctantly at first, but Nhuire operas are nearly as pornographic as their ballets, and the Mating Opera more so than most. Though the instruments were obviously different than those of Earth, the sounds were recognizable. A full symphony of strings, percussion, and woodwinds thrummed and pumped, the aria of a solo female's orgasmic bliss rising and falling with the music. A Nhuire nymph caught in the moonlight by a lonely hero, surrendering her virginity to his lusty desires.
The music warmed the blood and quickened the heart, and one couldn't help becoming aroused. Bambi moved with it, her slender body undulating as her hands roamed across her full breasts and down her flat tummy, past her sex to rub her thighs. Her deftly rounded hips turning and tilting opposite her shoulders, she writhed before us like a pale goddess and I barely noticed as Esya took me in his delicate hand. I cradled him to me, lounging naked and staring at my mother's fingers as they split her moist labia. She spread her thighs invitingly, pinching and pulling at the lips of her sex while she watched me with shining blue eyes.
Marcia and Srah emerged from their bath, naked and wet and smiling. They fell onto their favorite pillows, building a bed and curling up together as they whispered. I pulled Esya's mouth to my erection, reaching for his pert blue butt and fingering the boy's asshole while he suckled me gently. Marcia played with Srah's long penis while they shared small kisses and pressed their breasts together.
The Aria lasted some twenty minutes and by the end of it they were fucking, laying side-by-side with Srah behind Marcia who kept her legs spread wide. I could see their union, the alien's thick brown cock sliding in and out of the human's hairless hole at a slow, leisurely pace. Bambi had let herself fall to the floor, lying upon the carpet as she masturbated with both hands pressed between her thighs. She'd lift her ass and shiver, gasping as the music changed to something less dramatic, but no less beautiful for it.
I pulled Esya into a sixty-nine, ignoring his solid erection and like all of his kind, the boy had a generous penis even at thirteen. I kissed and licked his balls briefly. They were not much different from my own except for the color, but it was his asshole I spent my affections on. Esya's sweet, baby blue boy pussy opened for the tip of my tongue and that was a secret I'd never discovered before, just how eager and sexy his cozy hole could be. Like a tiny cunt, he relaxed and let me inside. I stiffened my tongue and wormed it past his sphincter, drawing a muffled groan as he nursed on my cock.
Too quickly I felt the urge to cum and I pushed the boy away, leaving him breathless and smiling, his pink lips glistening and his cheeks dark with excitement. Esya watched as I joined my mother on the floor, spreading her knees as she welcomed me into her cum soaked pussy. I slipped my cock inside her easily, pushing my tongue into her greedy mouth so she could taste Esya's asshole and share him with me while I fucked her.
It didn't take long, not nearly so long as we both needed, but I couldn't hold back the rush of semen that flowed from my body into hers. I held her legs by the back of her knees, pushing them high as I knelt with my cock spurting inside her. I enjoyed the view, staring at the place where we were joined. Her soft, round pubis gave way to her slit and I could see her swollen labia clasped around the base of my prick. I was inside her and I stared at her concave tummy, trying to imagine my sperm traveling so far.
"Get the pillow," I whispered, putting Mom's legs over my shoulders and leaning forward to pull her ass off the carpet.
"Hmmm…" She smiled, reaching for a silk pillow and Esya moved quickly to help wedge it beneath her hips.
He knelt behind us and pulled my cheeks apart with his thumbs so he could lick my asshole and kiss my balls. After a few minutes I began fucking Bambi again, moving carefully as I wanted to push my orgasm deeper and keep it there. That made it easier for Esya as well and once he'd gotten my ass wet with his spit, relaxed and ready for his cock, he pushed inside me with a hard grunt. The three of us fucked like that for a long while, the boy's penis stuffing my rectum even as he pushed me into my mother's sloppy cunt.
While Esya kissed my shoulders and hair, I kissed Bambi. Faggot kisses. I spit into her open mouth, watching with satisfaction as Mom swallowed my saliva and held out her tongue begging for more. We climaxed together, or very nearly so. Alien cum, thin and watery filled my asshole like piss, and the jerking of Esya's orgasm seemed to drive the sperm out of my balls. I filled her again, forgiving the slut beneath me with a rush of perverse joy.
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I took a shuttle, bringing Helena with me so we could discuss the Marquis de Windham along the way. She'd dressed in black today, another traditional bodysuit so thin and tight that it might have been painted on. Only the occasional creak of leather offered proof that it wasn't and I spent much of my time staring at her obvious vulva, until Helena noticed and crossed her legs with annoyance. So, I looked at her nipples instead and she had small ones, but they were amazingly hard.
"How come I've never fucked you?" I wondered, just to punish her for denying me the marvelous view of her leather clad cunt.
"I'm a virgin, my Lord," she replied, sweeping her fine red hair back with one gloved hand and tucking it behind her ear. "Lady Preston will be meeting the Marquis in the morning and…"
"What's that got to do with it?" I asked. "I mean, it kind of makes my point. Doesn't it?"
"Hmmm…And which point might that be?"
"That I've never fucked you," I replied with a smile. "It seems a terrible waste."
"Will you marry me, my Lord?"
"Oh." I nodded. "Now I remember why I never fucked you."
"The meeting with Lady Preston…"
"You could renounce your vow of celibacy."
"My father would disown me," she sighed. "Can we talk about the Marquis?"
"You could always say I forced you," I suggested. "I won't deny it and if the Margrave wants satisfaction…"
"You forced me?" Helena laughed, which is a rare thing, believe me. "My Lord, you're a child."
"And last time you called me an old man," I drew a deep sigh. "It's always some new excuse with you."
"And if you weren't," she said, "my brother would kill you."
"Wren?" I made a face. "I keep forgetting about him."
"The Lady Preston…"
"Enough with Lady Preston. Does she have the note?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Then let her deliver it and we'll see what happens," I said, dismissing the subject completely. "When you grow old and die a virgin, I'll suffer a lifetime of guilt. You know that, right?"
"I'm planning on it, my Lord." Helena offered me a rare smile and I sighed.
"Spread your legs again."
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Vonald greeted us as soon as we stepped off the shuttle and he'd parked his star galley in orbit a few weeks before. One of the Merchant Princes, as they're called, he was eager to secure trading rights with Earth. Humans would doubtless be profitable for slavers and flesh traders, being new to the Empire like they were. Everyone likes new things and I had half a mind to open up the Middle East for Vonald and his competitors.
Arab and Persian oil would soon become nearly as worthless as the sand that covered it. It might be a good lesson for them to discover that in the short term, their chief export would be people.
"How much?" I asked, pausing in front of a young woman who looked Indian or maybe from someplace like Tahiti.
"I wouldn't presume, my Lord," Vonald replied with a smile and he rather enjoyed the fine art of haggling with his customers.
She had golden skin and thick black hair, proud breasts and slim hips. That the girl was almost unbearably attractive goes without saying; the merchant wasn't going to show me anything but his best, most expensive merchandise.
"Hmph." Helena narrowed her green eyes. "Where is she from?"
"A little moon I found in the Sarabai System," he replied, stroking his dark goatee. He kept it pointed like the horns jutting from his temples.
"Sarabai?" The name sounded familiar, but there were entirely too many to know them all.
"A beautiful place. All jungle, you see? Very green and lush, filled with the most fragrant orchids. They bloom twice a day, at sunrise and sunset. I named the place Vonaldia."
"Of course you did," Helena said, watching as the man pulled up the information near the display case.
"After my mother," he explained with a chuckle and I narrowed my eyes, but Vonald didn't seem to notice.
I looked at the information scrolling down in the court language of High Imperial. The item in question was approximately 20 years of age by Earth standards, five foot two, one hundred twelve pounds. A virgin in excellent health, she'd tested negative for all forms of infection and disease. She had her own language, of course, but was able to understand the common tongue of Low Imperial.
"I can teach her any of the human languages," Vonald interjected. "At no extra charge, of course."
"She's fit for breeding?" I glanced at her bloodline and the meaningless DNA information that interested me not at all.
"She looks thin," Helena decided.
"You're one to talk?" I smiled at her and for being so tall, Helena probably weighed less than the girl in the case.
"Breed her with a stout male," Vonald suggested. "You'll get interesting results and she has wonderful genetics, quite compatible with a variety of species."
Her psyche profile showed some small traces of pride and animus, a very sweet bit of ego evidently. Lower than average intelligence for one of her species, however, which probably explained how Vonald had acquired her. I found her to be a genuine pleasure to look at, and rather unique, being from his own little moon after all, but I wasn't quite sure of what I was looking for yet.
We browsed a bit more, taking in several delightful males in the process, but Vonald specialized in females.
"How about that one?" I looked across the showroom and pointed at a female much larger than any of the others.
"An excellent eye, my Lord. She's from the icy wasteland of Old Protia," Vonald said, still smiling as he followed me closely. "You are less interested in temptation than tempestuous perhaps?"
"Perhaps," I replied, glancing at Helena.
"Well, if it's a challenge you want, the Protian will prove most suitable, my Lord."
I looked the woman over while he read me the details.
"Barely 21 years of age, fully six feet two inches tall and one hundred forty pounds of lean muscle. Just entering her prime and in perfect health of course…"
"Of course."
"…Primitive intelligence, but extremely aggressive. She shows strong traits of sadism and cruelty, combined with the savage immorality so common among idolaters."
"She's religious?" Helena asked.
"An animist of the worst sort, my Lady." He pointed with his finger. "See that scar? Just there, on the left side of her neck; it's the mark of Aho, goddess of love and war. This one was a priestess, although hardly virginal, unfortunately."
"She's coupled with a man?" I wondered if she'd had children; it didn't look like it to me.
"Doubtful." Vonald shook his head. "On Old Protia the acolytes mate with their gods, in the case of Aho, this takes the form of a wooden totem with a rather large phallus jutting upward. The girls are impaled vaginally and cling to the totem for days on end, working their bodies into a fever of sexual release. There's an image of it here."
He stood aside as a life-sized hologram bloomed before us. The totem had been formed from a thick tree, with the limbs hacked away some ages past. Carved into the trunk were fierce faces resembling creatures neither human nor animal, but some heathen melding of the two. Around the wooden pole at different heights and spacing were at least a dozen exquisitely carved cocks. They were a foot or more in length and quite thick, very sturdy as I supposed they'd have to be to support women such as the one in the display case beside us. The shafts curved upward, with undulations and protrusions, smooth bumps and ridges to offer additional stimulation.
With a wave of Vonald's hand, the hologram animated and four naked Protian girls entered. None of them were older than seventeen or eighteen probably and they mounted the totem one after another, climbing upward quickly with well-practiced ease. Soon they'd found their places, clinging to the pole at different heights and the smallest of the four, perhaps thirteen years old or so, had very nearly reached the top.
The view changed so that we could see one of them close-up and in detail, watching her already moist sex stretch around a long penis sculpted from the stump of a thick branch. Helena gasped softly as the acolyte lowered herself cautiously, the mouth of her vulva pushed wide and her thin, coral pink labia turned inward. Once completely impaled on the phallus, with her arms wrapped tightly around the tree, we witnessed the girl's rapture as her face contorted with painful ecstasy.
"Very interesting," Helena murmured and it was quite exciting, I confess.
"These are only the acolytes, mind you," Vonald explained proudly and gestured towards the display case. "A woman such as this one would have spent five or six years in such service. Upon becoming a priestess and being branded," he pointed unnecessarily at the scar on her neck, "they offer their pleasures to the manifestation of their deity, the avatar, if you will."
"And this goddess, Aho…" I asked. "Who is her avatar?"
"Not a who, my Lord." The man chuckled. "A what. The avatar of Aho is a bear, much like Ursus Arctos on your little planet downstairs."
"This woman has coupled with a bear?" Helena stared at the slave who had once been a priestess.
"Oh yes!" Vonald agreed. "And by all accounts it is both arousing and extremely dangerous. Only the bravest women, the most well-disciplined and physically capable, are able to survive the seasonal rituals."
Large as the woman was and undoubtedly healthy, I found it hard to imagine anyone having sex with a bear.
"If you look closely at her, you can still see faint traces of Aho's embrace. Even a level five DRC couldn't eliminate the scarring completely."
I examined her carefully and could indeed see the long lingering stripes of scar tissue along her back and shoulders and even hips. A level five Dermal Reconstitution was supposed to repair any and all skin damage, but obviously this woman had been scoured bone deep by the animal's claws on more than one occasion. The brand had rightly been left for ascetic reasons. I felt myself growing increasingly excited at the prospect of owning such a magnificent creature.
"She's unbroken?" I asked, reaching out to touch her.
The woman was completely conscious, of course, and I could see her eyes fixed on mine, cobalt blue and cold as her frozen world. Old Protia most closely resembled the arctic, but with trees and deep underground caverns warmed by the planet's volcanic core. Its people were primitive at best and could thus be captured and tamed like any other animal, unlike the exotic beauty from Sarabai who had sold herself or more likely been sold by her family. It wasn't uncommon.
"Unbroken for the most part, my Lord," Vonald agreed. "She's learned some simple commands, of course, but her mind isn't evolved enough for anything too complicated. Their own bestial language is hardly more complex than that of the bears they worship."
"She is beautiful," Helena breathed. "Isn't she?"
"Do you like her?" I asked, and my assistant blinked at me, her high cheeks taking on a greenish hue as she blushed.
I moved my hand along the woman's skin, feeling her cool and surprisingly soft until I remembered she'd recently had her skin regenerated. I could feel the hard muscles just beneath as I touched the woman's abdomen. She looked powerful just standing there in stasis, watching me helplessly as I stroked her pubic hair, thick and curling and white like the wild mane falling around her face. Her breasts were large and impossibly firm as I caressed them, palming a plump nipple only slightly darker than the snowy flesh around it.
"I'll make you a gift of her," I said, enjoying the way Helena's eyes drank in the slave's muscular beauty.
"My Lord." She swallowed hard and bowed her head.
"Hmmm…This one would require a good deal of training just for the arena, my Lady." Vonald looked at Helena and he wasn't nearly so familiar her as he was with me.
He wanted to make a sale, of course, but not at the risk of his customer demanding a refund later. Selling a slave to an ordinary citizen involved little risk, he could enforce a no return policy, but not when dealing with persons of substance. Being an Earl and the High Marshal, as well as cousin to the Duchess, I enjoyed a certain latitude when dealing with merchants like Vonald.
"I wouldn't recommend the priestess for a domestic environment," he continued. "Even the most experienced…"
"And you assume I have no experience?" Helena cut him off with a tight lipped frown.
"Well, a young noblewoman such as yourself, my Lady, can hardly be expected to have had the opportunity…"
"Quite right," she said quickly. "Quite right. I've very little time for more than tea and shopping and the idle gossip of my servants."
"Helena…" I smiled as she was being sarcastic to the point of rudeness, but Vonald perhaps deserved it.
"I'll have her for my gardens then, how would that be? I have a wonderful menagerie on Cepheus. Perhaps I'll commission a bear or two, just to keep her company."
"A zoological garden?" Vonald wasn't entirely sure if she was serious, but decided it would be most politic to agree. "A wonderful idea, my Lady. A marvelous idea."
"Yes," I agreed. "But until she gets her bears…" I pressed a finger to my lips as if considering my words carefully. "The one from Sarabai…I'll take them both for twenty thousand."
"The Vonaldian?" He glanced over his shoulder at the girl as if to ensure she hadn't moved. "Surely you realize how very rare such creatures are. Why, the moon child alone is one of perhaps only a hundred in existence. She'll be a celebrity, my Lord. You'll…" he pursed his lips conspiratorially, "…be a celebrity."
"I have no need of celebrity."
"And the priestess!" Vonald pulled on his goatee and looked at Helena. "Three men gave their lives for your pleasure, my Lady of Cepheus, suffering a cold, painful death to bring you such a treasure."
"How much?" I picked at a bit of dust on my tunic.
"Surely you'll remember their families…"
"Vonald?" I stared at him.
"For the Lord High Marshal?" He widened his eyes in mock appraisal, tilting his head slightly. "Thirty-two thousand is eminently fair."
"Thirty-two?" I might have laughed if it wasn't ludicrous. "I could buy ten Zhunarians at that price!"
"Of course, but…" He spread his arms, demonstrating the obvious. "They'd still be Zhunarian, my Lord."
I had to laugh then. "Twenty-three thousand."
"Twenty-six, my Lord," Vonald countered, "and I'll throw in the totem tree."
"You have it?" Helena widened her eyes.
"Very well," I agreed. "Twenty-six and not a talent more, but if the priestess disappoints…"
"She will not!" He almost bowed, as well he should for the money I was paying, and looked at Helena. "There are no traditional guarantees, but for you, my Lady, I will yield to your good opinion for the next thirty days. Beyond that, I will look forward to your next visit."
"That's very gracious of you," she said with a tilt of her head.
"You know…I have an expedition underway in the Jhinth system, even as we speak," Vonald said, walking us towards his salon for celebratory refreshments.
Such things were customary and we listened as the merchant regaled us with adventures of the slave trade. Helena would arrange payment and delivery and while I hadn't planned on buying anything for her, it had been interesting to see her reaction to the priestess. Perhaps she wasn't a virgin merely because of her traditional vows.
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On the shuttle flight home, I was able to enjoy the view. Helena made a point of keeping her legs spread as she sat across from me, pretending to be preoccupied with her work. I could see her vulva straining against the fine, black leather and I wondered if she'd gotten wet. Her interest in the priestess had certainly surprised me and I wondered why I'd never notice such a thing before.
"What are you going to do with her?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet," she said, scratching at a small computer pad. "What about yours, my Lord?"
"I'm starting a harem," I replied with a shrug. "There's always room for one more."
"Of course." Helena smiled at that and two genuine smiles in one day had to be a record for her.
"If you're interested, I mean," I continued with a chuckle as her smile disappeared completely.
"I'll give my Lord's offer the consideration it deserves."
"I've never noticed before, but your eyes are amazing when you get angry," I told her truthfully. "Truly amazing."
She crossed her legs and looked out the window. I'd wear her down eventually though. I was only fourteen and had plenty of time to talk my lovely assistant out of her virginity, and who knows? Maybe even into my harem if I did it just right, except that would probably be a waste of her considerable talents. It would all depend on how much satisfaction I got from pricking her pride.
"Hmmm…" I sighed. "We always want what's most difficult to attain."
"What you cannot have, my Lord," she corrected me without a glance.
"Is there such a thing?" I wondered and Helena only pursed her lips.