The Misfits
Chapter Fifteen
"I don't know, Billy…" Trista smacked her lips around the tart flavor of estrus fruit pickled in bull semen. The rare delicacy from the ringworld of Kryslys-V was an acquired taste perhaps, but doubtless my daughter had enjoyed the dish previously.
"You don't know if you like it?" I dipped her spoon into the milky bowl. "You swallowed too quickly, I think. You have to savor each bite…Open wide…"
She teased me with her dark eyes, opening her mouth and extending her tongue. I let Trista close her lips against the silver before pulling the spoon clean between them.
"There…" I nodded. "Chew slowly this time."
"Ah mmmm!" she replied, smiling around the grape-like ovum as she bit into it and then giggled, covering her mouth with her napkin as juice spurted down her chin.
"You like it, don't you?" I teased her with a smile. "See? I knew you would. Here…Some sauce to wash it down…"
I gave her a spoonful of semen, rich and creamy and rather salty as I recalled from a previous host, but it's said that no two servings are exactly alike. A pleasure intended for women, the effects were already noticeable as Trista's cheeks flushed and tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her skin. Like caviar for the libido, pickled estrus fruit was a decadent dish requested with a deliberation that my daughter's prepubescent mind couldn't imagine.
"I like it," she agreed with a giggle, fanning her fingers in front of her face and looking around the terrace.
"Are you warm, my dear?"
"It's hot here," she replied, opening her mouth and lifting her eyebrows playfully as I fed her another morsel.
"Let's fix this and see if we can't…There…That's better, right?" I loosened the sapphire clasp of her golden robe and it immediately fell into her lap.
"Hmmm…" Trista agreed, nodding as she chewed thoughtfully, savoring the juicy zygote as I'd suggested.
The ovum had been fertilized immediately in the pickling process, but without achieving cellular mitosis. I wasn't any sort of biologist, of course, but I'd made a point of learning such trivia over the years. I never knew enough to be dangerous, but merely entertaining in the company of inquisitive young women, which may be the same thing in the opinion of some.
Trista was such a woman, to be sure. She possessed the body of a full grown woman, mature and beautiful, and blessed with the mind of an eight-year-old child. Everything was a mystery. Everything was a game. Nobody had told her about sex, not a word of it, and the girl didn't even possess the vulgar vocabulary to understand the things I wanted to do with her.
"You must eat it all," I whispered, sitting close beside her as we overlooked the great Cephean sea beneath us.
The terrace was small and private, flowering plants guarded our backs and after dismissing the boy who had served us, we were quite alone. Trista's raven hair fell loose around her shoulders, dancing in the constant breeze. She looked so lovely as I began to stroke her breasts in gentle, friendly fashion. While my other hand played the spoon, I petted the girl, sliding my fingers along sublime curves until I felt her swollen nipple. I teased that nub of ruddy flesh and made her shiver with a smile, showing me her spermy tongue as she looked down.
"Like this…" I dipped the spoon in her bowl, collecting semen and bringing it carefully to her breast.
"Oh!" Trista widened her eyes as I applied a warm glaze onto and around her nipple.
"See if you can lick it off," I told her. "I bet you can't."
"I bet I can!" she retorted with a giggle.
I sat back, watching the girl pinch her full tit between her thumb and fingers, pulling it upward as she tucked her chin into her neck. Trista had a gorgeous body, a gift from her mother, and her large breasts were nothing if not proud and firm. The tip of her tongue flicked across her nipple once…twice…and then with a soft grunt of effort, she managed to take it between her cherry lips for just a heartbeat.
"See!" Trista laughed and clapped her hands.
"Let me try," I said, bending my mouth to her clean right breast.
"Billy!" she gasped, holding her arms away from her body as she sat there.
"Mmmmm…You taste good!"
"You didn't even get any!"
"I got some of you," I said, refilling her spoon from the bowl. "Another bite. You really like it, huh?"
"Uh-hmmm!" she agreed happily as I went back to stroking her breasts.
"You're such a pretty girl," I told her truthfully. "If you're not careful, I'm gonna fall in love with you."
"Ummm…Ulp!" Trista swallowed hard and grinned at me. "I love you already."
"You do?" I rolled my eyes and dipped the spoon again. "I don't believe you."
"I do! You're really nice."
"Yeah, but…Open…" I fed her another mouthful of semen and a large, juicy ovum. "Probably you're just teasing me."
"Uh-uh!" Trista shook her head. "Ah umm ewww!"
"I love you too," I said, smiling as she chewed happily. "Do you know what boys and girls do when they're in love?"
"Mmmm-ummm…" She shook her head with a curious look.
"They make a baby," I told her as she swallowed. "Do you know about that?"
"No." she replied. "How do they do that?"
"Well, first they have to kiss a lot," I explained. "And then the daddy puts his cock in the mommy's cunt."
"He does? Why?" Trista had no idea what I was talking about, but she wanted to pretend.
"He has to fuck her," I said with a shrug. "But a pretty girl like you probably knows all about fucking. Right?"
"Uh…I think so, but…What's fucking?"
"It's where babies come from!" I laughed at her. "I told you that…One more egg, a big one, open wide…"
"Yeah, but…Umph!" I pushed the spoon into her mouth.
"So, I'm going to make a baby with you," I told her. "Okay?"
"Um-hmmm!" Trista nodded, chewing on the ovum quickly because she probably wanted to ask more questions.
"So you stand up and…Here…I want you to lick the semen out of the bowl while I fuck you."
"Ummm…" She swallowed thickly. "You do?"
"Yeah," I sighed, already rising from my chair and helping my daughter to her feet. "That's alright, just let your robe fall down. I'm gonna take off my clothes too. See?"
"I feel really hot, Billy." Trista licked her lips and the pickled estrus had thrown her hormones into high gear. "My nipples kinda hurt."
"I know," I said setting my boots aside and unbuttoning my breeches. "How does your cunt feel?"
"My what?"
"Your cunt," I repeated. "Between your legs, where you pee…Does it feel hot?"
"Yeah," she breathed, standing naked and looking down at her sex. "I think it's kinda wet and, um…It itches…Sort of."
"That's good," I said, pulling off my pants and my erection bobbed up and down eagerly. "It means you want to be a mommy."
"I do?" She giggled and stared at my penis. "How come yours is different?"
"This is my cock and it really wants to be a daddy. So I'm going to put it inside your cunt, remember?"
"You're going to fuck me?"
"Uh-huh." I pulled off my tunic. "And since we're going to make a baby, you have to call me Daddy while we do it."
"I do?"
"And I'm going to call you slut, I think."
"What's that mean?"
"It means you like to fuck more than anything else in the world."
"But…" She narrowed her eyes. "What if I don't?"
"You will," I promised. "You're going to like fucking a lot, Trista. I can tell because you're so pretty."
"Okay, um…Daddy."
"Ha!" I grinned at her. "That's my little slut. Now, bend over…Stick your ass out for me…That's it, spread your legs and put your face in the bowl."
"In the bowl?"
"I want you to lick up all that yummy sperm while I fuck your cunt," I told her, pushing the girl down and she was amazing.
I slipped my left hand between her smooth thighs and my daughter had been no virgin, obviously, having been married at least once and in no way backward in her sexuality. The child inside had no knowledge of sex whatsoever. She understood that we were male and female, but not the reasons, not the importance of that distinction. With no concept of right and wrong, or good and bad, my daughter was completely unburdened with social influence or prejudice. So long as her experience was pleasurable, Trista would welcome anything and everything.
"Ohhhh…That feels…Good!" she sighed, spreading her legs wide as I played my fingers over and around her clit.
I pushed a finger inside the girl and then another, finding her not quite so small as a father might have expected. Clearly Trista had enjoyed a few cocks in her time and the velvet walls of her vagina surrendered easily as I explored that sweet recess. I found the small ridges and bumps, the uneven channel rich with a texture designed to please and stimulate her lover. I added a third finger and fucked her quickly, pumping my daughter's wanton hole as I pushed her face into the bowl.
"Lick it up, slut," I breathed. "Suck that sperm into your belly, whore."
"Ummm…" she groaned, shivering as the juices poured around my fingers.
Trista's cunt got soaked, her plump labia dripping oily girl goo as they gaped around my fingers. Her knees wobbled and bent as she rolled her hips and fucked herself on my hand. Her empty brain had no idea what was going on, but the woman's body had its own memories and those could never be erased. Her nipples were thick and long, pointing at the tiles as her heavy tits hung low from her chest. Her black hair fell around her face and I couldn't tell if she was drinking the semen or blowing bubbles in it. All I could hear was a wet panting-gurgling-slurping sound and I held her head right where it was.
"That's it, slut," I whispered. "Cum for me, Trista. Show Daddy how good you can cum now."
I jammed my thumb inside her asshole, shoving it rudely past her tight sphincter and keeping my three fingers buried in her cunt. She shuddered and almost fell, her knees turning inward as she tried to clench her thighs against her orgasm. It had been almost too easy bringing the girl off, but that's why women love estrus fruit and Trista would be cumming a lot over the next few hours, with or without my help.
"Let's make that baby now, slut."
"Ohhh…Daddy!" she gasped, arching her back and lifting her cum covered face high.
"Yeah…Ugh! Slut! Ugh! You…Whore!" I gasped the words in time with my thrusting cock as I rammed it deep inside my daughter's greasy hole.
I held her deftly rounded hips, digging my fingers into her skin and pulling the slut against me. Her hot pussy wrapped itself around my dick, hugging my prick with delicious contractions of pleasure. Trista's orgasms came one after another, rushing through the girl like a freight train and I had to reach beneath the girl and grab her tits, squeezing them hard while we fucked. Her magnificent body had turned pink all over, glistening with sweat as she stretched her arms to hold the table. Glasses were overturned and a plate shattered as she swept it away.
"Like that, bitch?" I grunted. "You like getting fucked like a whore, don't you?"
"Ye-esss!" she groaned. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuh-uhk! Me!"
I pinched and pulled at her tits, not just her turgid nipples, but all of her round, fat flesh. She brought her right knee up as if trying to crawl onto the table, spilling more dishes onto the terrace stones. My balls slapped her attentive clit as Trista balanced on her left leg, her dark hair vulva pulled wide by the new position. I began pulling my cock free of her gaping hole and punching it back into her, making the woman quiver and writhe beneath the sensation.
"Ow! Daddy! That's my…Ow!"
"That's your ass, bitch!" I laughed breathlessly and I hadn't really intended on fucking her there, at least not yet.
My prick had missed her hole and found her exposed and completely vulnerable anus, stretching her sphincter before I'd even realized it. My cockhead popped into her rectum and seven inches of thick penis followed, stretching her asshole with merciless desire. Fuck! She had a hot little chute and it felt a lot tighter than her pussy. She yelped like a puppy every time I drilled into her bowels, bending her back and staring at me over her shoulder.
"Ah! Daddy! Ow! Ummm…Uh! Huh!" Trista panted, red faced and licking her lips. Her eyes were wet and shiny with lust more than the small tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Rub your pussy while I fuck your ass, slut," I told her, but she didn't need my suggestion.
She'd already reached beneath her heaving body to find her clit, slapping and rubbing it with her fingers while my cock plundered her ass. Trista came again, bouncing her hips off the table and grabbing my prick with her rectum. Her feverish body went stiff with pleasure as she seemed to contract around our dirty union and then explode with a shrill gasp. The soft walls of her asshole massaged my penis, rippling along the full length of my shaft, and I had to pull out before I wasted my first load of spunk.
"In your cunt!" I gasped, ramming my throbbing erection into her pussy as I admired the puffy ring of her anus.
"Daddy!"
We fucked through her orgasm and mine as I filled her sex with a hot load of baby making sperm. My cock remained stiff inside her and I fell onto Trista's back, hunching my hips to keep myself deep. I kissed her shoulders and hair, driving inside her with a desperation to punish Tristam. He couldn't stop me. I'd turned him way down with the kentang rasa I'd taken.
All he could do was watch and know I was balls deep in his beautiful daughter's body. We were making a baby and that's the other funny thing about estrus fruit – it's the most potent fertility drug in the galaxy. It wasn't guaranteed to work, but if Trista didn't get her period in the next few days, she never would. At least, not until after our baby was born. And if she didn't get knocked up this time around? Well, Daddy would just have to keep trying and a slut like Trista wouldn't ever learn how to say no to a hard cock. I'd make sure of that personally.
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"This is Trista, my newest harem girl," I told Srah, pulling the naked and freshly fucked woman behind me. "Bathe her and then fuck her."
"Yes Master!" The sexy brown alien grinned at me.
"All of you," I said, looking around the pillow room. "Teach her how to fuck."
"Do you want me to suck her pussy?" Bambi asked with a smile, pushing herself from between Troy's thighs.
"Can I make her lick my ass?" Marcia wondered, grinning at me as she rubbed her slit beneath her white shift.
"Make her do whatever you want," I replied, looking at Trista's beautiful, pink face. "She loves fucking. Don't you, slut?"
"Uh-huh…Fucking is fun, Daddy!" she agreed, showing me her tongue as she smiled.
"Daddy?" Bambi giggled.
"We made a baby," Trista told her seriously. "I'm going to be a mommy. Right, Daddy?"
"That's right," I told her. "Go with Srah now. I'll fuck you again later, I promise."
"I'll fuck you right now," Srah decided, pulling her shift over her bald head. The hermaphrodite's long, brown cock was already dripping golden precum.
"Goody!" Trista clapped her hands eagerly.
"What's wrong with her?" I heard Marcia asking, but I didn't bother to answer.
Trista hadn't drained my balls completely. I'd saved one last load and I wanted to give it to someone special.
"Where's Lady Helena?" I asked Jericho.
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"My Lord?" The Cephean bitch looked up from her desk and I'd never been in her office before. It resembled a warm, comfortable study with its paneled walls and vaulted ceiling.
"So this is where you hide from me," I said, smiling at two secretaries as they bowed their heads and left through a well-hidden side door.
"I'm not hiding," she replied, standing so she could bow as well. "I'm working, my Lord."
"Plotting, you mean." I watched the door close, shutting out the busy chancellery outside. It was the heart of the realm, the capital of the Duchy, and I avoided it as much as possible.
"That too." Helena offered me a thin smile as she walked around the desk and she'd worn her rapier again.
"Expecting trouble?" I asked. "Or are you just happy to see me?"
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm well enough," I answered, watching her body move beneath a glaze of crimson leather. "You should let your hair down."
"I spoke with the doctor," she said. "What are you taking?"
"He didn't tell you?" I narrowed my eyes.
"He told me what it is, but I want to know what it's doing to you."
"I have a new slave in my harem," I said, walking around her as Helena stood in the center of the room.
"My Lord…"
"You don't want to know who she is?"
"The girl locked in your room?" she asked. "The one being scanned right now?"
"Oh, you're good," I said with a chuckle. "How do you know about that?"
"I'm the one who assigned the scanner." She shrugged. "Who is she?"
"Nobody," I sighed. "But I wasn't talking about her anyway."
"Don't…" Helena stiffened as I stood behind her, putting my hands on her hips.
"No," I whispered. "I decided I needed a little royal blood in my harem."
"What?" She looked over her shoulder with a frown. "You can't mean Lady Preston!"
"I've been teaching the slut how to fuck," I sighed. "She's quite wonderful at it, by the way. Very…eager…to please her Daddy."
My hands went around her tummy and I brought them upward to find Helena's flat chest. Her nipples were stiff against the leather covering them, but her tits were only small, hard lumps beneath my palms. I kissed her neck, using my teeth to nibble lightly as she came to life, trying to twist away from my embrace.
"I want to teach you how to fuck next," I breathed, dropping my left hand to her crotch and squeezing her cunt like a lemon.
"No! Stop…Tristam…" Helena jerked as I held her back against my chest, my aching penis pressing against the woman's perfect ass.
"He can't help you now," I told her. "Call me Billy, whore."
"You're sick," she gasped. "There's something wrong…Stop it! Let me go…"
"Sick of your holier-than-thou attitude, bitch!" I drove us forward and into her desk, kicking the breath out of her as the wooden edge found her belly.
I forced Helena to bend over it as I used my weight to hold her down. Grabbing her neck with one hand, I held her in place and gave her firm ass a hard push with my trapped erection. I'd finally get to rape this slut. I searched for the opening in her leather catsuit, looking for the seam so I could tear it away from her beautiful body. I could smell her cunt already and I'd dreamt of fucking the cherry out of the whore. I'd baptize my prick in her cold, green blood and ruin the bitch forever.
Another cunt for my harem, that's all she was, and Tristam would have to live with that. I'd rape Helena every night for the rest of her life. Until she begged for cock, crawling on her hands and knees for it, and then I'd loose her deep in the old walls and let her whore for her supper with the other beggars and thieves.
"OOF!" An electric jolt of pain drove the air out of my lungs as Helena caught me with her elbow in the solar plexus.
I'd been careless and leaning around the bitch and I staggered back, hunched over as I tried to catch my breath.
"You need help," she breathed, turning around and drawing her sword. "Jericho! Guards!"
"Treacherous bitch!" I yanked my saber free. She'd planning this all along. "I'll cut off your head!"
I lunged forward and she turned my blade with a sharp clatter, circling to her right and gaining more freedom. I kept forward, keeping the point of my sword in constant motion. I had the heavier blade, but I wouldn't underestimate her quickness. The slut had grown up with a sword in her hand and if her lovely face showed any fear, it wasn't for herself. She refused to attack, but only parried my efforts to slip past her guard.
"There's something wrong," she said. "I don't want to hurt you, Billy."
"Drop your sword then," I told her, dipping the point of my saber and stabbing at her left thigh.
"Please…" she whispered. "You're sick. I can help you."
"I've never felt better," I replied with a grin. "You're the one who needs help, not me!"
I lunged again, only to be parried and then surprised as Helena's sword flashed in my face. I turned away from it, bringing my own blade high as hers suddenly went low. Tristam could have taken her in a duel, but not me. I had a split second of satisfaction when I parried her cut, but it was short lived as she brought the jeweled hilt around to catch me with a cruel blow to the temple.
I hadn't even seen it coming, the bitch, and after that I didn't see anything for awhile.
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"He's awake," someone said and I blinked, feeling my mouth parched as I licked my lips.
"Tristam."
I tried to move, but I couldn't feel my finger or toes. I couldn't even turn my head, only my eyes and I saw Helena standing next to me. Dressed in green, like her eyes; she looked beautiful as ever and I remembered dreaming of her.
"Helena," I breathed.
"It happens sometimes," a woman said and I knew that voice. "When the host doesn't accept us completely. When he fights the joining. We call it the Chimera."
"Talis?" I turned my eyes as she leaned over me, pulling the blonde hair from her human face.
"I'm here," she whispered. "I'll take care of you, Tristam."
"Will he be alright?" Helena asked. "Is there treatment or…"
"There's only one cure," Ellicent replied, but I couldn't see her.
"You're going to kill me," I said, barely getting the words past my lips.
"I'm sorry." Talis kissed my lips. "There's no other way, William."
The drugs had worn off and every part of me that was Tristam calmed and soothed its host. I felt no panic, only a sadness that I couldn't hold onto. The despair was slippery and I should have been angry, but I wasn't. I'd gone mad, but only briefly and while I had no idea how long I'd slept, it couldn't have been more than a day or two. My cousin had hastened her return to be at my side and make the only decision possible.
"I know," I agreed weakly. "Is it too late?"
"No." Talis smiled. "You weren't joined long enough."
"Good." I closed my eyes. "I don't want to be like…him."
"You're not." She kissed me again.
Duke Hern had suffered the Chimera, but the madness had been subtle at first, unnoticed and unchecked for months and by then it had been too late. He'd imprisoned or most often murdered anyone who might have opposed him. By the time Talis and I were persuaded to act, it had been too late to save her father. The madness spreads, you see, beginning with the host and eventually corrupting the alien parasite within. The Duke would have carried the disease with him into any new body and his reign of terror continued unabated.
So we'd killed him forever as the last tyrant the Empire had known and neither Tristam nor Talis would suffer another.
"I'll find you a new host," she promised. "We're already gathering the candidates. Trust me, cousin, I won't fail you."
"I trust you."
She would find someone suitable, just as she'd found Orion, although his presence had been a fortunate coincidence. We could sense a willing host, however; the most agreeable by temperament and form. Some thought it a metaphysical ability, like ESP perhaps, but I'd always suspected something more mundane and biological in nature. None of us would ever be able to explain the how of it, but for an organism that depended upon finding a suitable host, it was an instinct we couldn't have survived without.
Marcia and Bambi had suggested Billy out of a strange sense of human sentimentalism. They'd depended upon his relationship with Orion to make the union successful, but friendship has little to do with compatibility. I…we…couldn't blame them for their mistake. Tristam was too good and too wise to suffer a malignancy of the spirit and that as much as anything else explained why Billy had to die.
He…I…wasn't a good person.
"For the good of the Empire," I breathed, closing my eyes one last time.