Timothy Goodwin Advocate: GARDEN OF IDIN (For Mature Audiences)

And if a city
Refuses your hospitality
Dust your feet of it
For it is full of thieves...

MIRACLES OR SIN
THE ANSWER LIES WITHIN
AND WILL WE EVER WIN...?

The Cosmos has left me
On a doorstep
How did I get there...?
After all I've seen
And that that seems
It must all be my fault
So I will take in all the sin
So that the Devil might be forgiven

STOP!

The work that follows is for adults 18 years or older. It is an erotic science-fiction fantasy entitled "Garden of Idin" and has sexually explicit content. Enjoy a journey into another realms of aliens, where "Getting a little tail" has a whole new meaning. This is the sixteenth installment of a never-ending fantasy.

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An insert from installment nineteen of "Garden of Idin" the never-ending fantasy:

Aaros leaped the length of the chamber. His blade coming down and slicing a trooper' armor open from shoulder to waist diagonally. He fired his blaster as an Ael'strom came up on his side. Then he was slashing at the enemy while bolts of highly intensified energy rushed by him in a multitude of color.

Jholeen got to her feet, even as Donald shot another Ael;strom. Purchase was hard to maintain on the floor, covered in blood and gore. However Jholeen maintained her footing and drew her blaster.

She fired at a nearby Ael'strom

Then she drew her sword--tossed it overhead--and drew her other blaster. Her tail caught her sword, wrapping around the hilt of it, and what happened next was amazing.

Donald's eyes grew wide as he briefly observed Jholeen in action. Had it not been for the Rhi'in'let that he wore, he would have missed the demon rushing up to his other side; as it were, the bejeweled claw gave him back enough of his mental composure, to allow him to react--he cart-wheeled over the top of the beast and landed behind it. Then he fired his blaster again.

Jholeen was like a whirlwind of destruction in the ranks, with both blasters out, and her tail wielding her sword; it was like watching a snake with very long fangs; it could get through open areas that a jointed limb could not. She stabbed three soldiers in the back while she agilely crouched down momentarily in front of each of them--she took out the other six Ael'strom that were behind the soldiers who had just fallen from the bite of Jholeen's blade. Her combat skills were superb.

INTERLUDE

Aaros looked at the plaque that was stenciled at the top of the door. It read: Captain. So obviously this was the captain’s quarters.

Tapping the entry key, the door slid noiselessly open. Beyond was a lavishly decorated chamber, a little retro—like something medieval, but elegant in its own way. Apparently the captain appreciated aesthetics; sculptures, paintings, lamps, fixtures, and furniture were all finely crafted. Dominating the room was a large bed.

Jholeen unfastened her weapon’s belt, tossed it over on a nearby divan. Then she removed her flack jacket, tossed it over with her weapons. She decided to wear her battle corset for sex appeal.

She slowly pulled the zipper down on her body-suit, exposing the curves of her firm breasts. “How about a quickie?” She suggested her voice full of lust.

Before Aaros could answer, the l’majha had her tail down his breeches. Her mi’nari engulfed his cock that was beginning to rise to the occasion. Her mi’nari sucked on the head of his prick, milking it slowly, deliberately. Then her tail pushed down the length of his dick as it grew rigid. The petals of Jholeen’s mi’nari lovingly caressed his balls. His heartbeat increased, and the room became decidedly warmer.

(Ah—god, that feels so fucking gooood…)

Jholeen pulled down her zipper further, exposing her breasts completely. And abstractly Donald thought that she had such wonderful breasts. So enticing. So inviting. Her mi’nari began to work slowly, superbly, up and down the length of Donald’s rod.

“Do you like what you see?” She asked as he looked at her breasts.

“Aauuunnhhh…” A moan escaped from between Donald’s lips.

‘I’ll take that as a yes.” Jholeen unfastened Donald’s weapon belt, tossed it over on the divan, then she removed his flack jacket, tossed it over as well. Her mi’nari increased pressure sending waves of stimulating desire coursing through him. Her ministrations became rhythmic, indescribably rousing.

Ah—god, I’m going to come…

(Not yet, you douche-nozzle. She’s just getting started. She hasn’t even got your pants down yet.)

Ah—god, fuck me…

(As sacrilegious as that sounds, I think that’s exactly what she has in mind.)

Jholeen unfastened Donald’s weapon belt, tossed them over with her own, never missing a beat with her tail Electricity seemed to coruscate sensationally through Donald’s entire body. Waves of elation, stimulations of ecstasy embraced him. Then Jholeen was pressing her breasts up against his face, his nose nestled in her cleavage.

Ah—god, I swear she’s gonna’ make me come…

(Don’t do it man. Distract yourself. Trying thinking of nuns or something.)

Now who is being sacrilegious?

(If that’s what it takes.”

“Mmmmmm—nhhaaa—aaahh…”

So Aaros thought about nuns. And this actually worked, for awhile. However under the ministrations of Jholeen’s mi’nari, and the moans that escaped her, the nuns, with deliberation, eventually became svelte, while their bosoms swelled and pushed against their habits.

Jholeen pulled herself away just long enough to remove Donald’s vest jacket. Her moaning soon became more passionate.

Oh—god! Don’t moan. You are already driving me crazy! Don’t moan!

But she did moan. Passionately. Ferverently.

The nun’s bosoms pushed through their habits, and again endorphins went off in Donald’s head like sky-rockets.

And Jholeen’s heavenly gasps and moans filled the chamber.

Oh—god…!

(Don’t do it man.)

I—ca—ca—ohm—my—“Ohhnn—Ahhh…”

Jholeen pumped faster. The pleasure was paramount. Growing with each moment that passed. It was more than Aaros could stand. And exceeding the preservation of conservative extraterrestrial sexual stimulation and pleasure, prodigiously, and unreservedly, Donald climaxed into Jholeen’s mi’nari.

And with a scream of rapturous adulation, euphoria, and delight, Jholeen climaxed as well. The couple fell forward, hitting their knees, and it was only good fortune that prevented them from head-butting one another as they went down.

(Minute Man…)

Ohhh—god, oh—god, what a quickie… Never…never before…

(Of course not, dude. Women on Earth don’t have tails. Well not in the alien stand-point--)

“Fuck me!” Aaros breathed at last

(I think she just did that. And like a virgin, you came too quickly. She didn’t even get your pants off.)

She would have had to get my battle chaps off first.

(Your point being…?)

Jholeen was breathing heavily.

“Ah—god, Jholeen. You are going to kill me. That tail of yours is going to be the death of me.”

“Not likely. But you will experience more pleasure than any other man aboard this ship.”

And then a familiar female voice said, “Is he ready?”

Jholeen’s mi’nari increased its hold on Donald’s cock, even as she rose to her feet. “I think I got him primed.”

“Primed…? Wha---“ Aaros looked over to see Ja’jhanna standing just inside the doorway. And she wasn’t alone. Astrid and Carihn stood to either side of her.

Jholeen winked. And Aaros wasn’t sure if it was for him or for the women. What he did know is that Jholeen was making her way toward the bed, and, with her mi’nari gripping his dick, he had no choice but to follow her tail.

When they were at the side of the bed, Jholeen told him to lie down.

“We’re going to play a game.” She said, pulling the zipper down on his breeches. “Nymphomaniac Pirates and Captive.

And Aaros almost climaxed again at the mere thought of it. For he knew who was who and which was which.

Donald watched as Ja’jhanna disrobed. Anticipating the wonders of her unique anatomy. Double-breasted jewels of prodigiously sensual gratification. He didn’t think he would ever grow tired of her rousing nudity. Jholeen felt his penis stir in the folds of her mi’nari, and she responded by slowly sliding her bud up the length of his hardening shaft. She then slid her mi’nari down to the base of his rod, then repeated the motion with deliberation, forcing a moan out of him as he grew harder and harder.

Ja’jhanna walked to the foot of the bed. Climbed up on it. While the other women began removing their weapons belts. Aaros could see Ja’jhanna’s tails moving back and forth sinuously behind her. He moaned again.

“I think he likes you.” Jholeen said with a smile forming on her lips.

“That suits fine with me. Because I think I have something to make him feel so fucking good.”

“In that case, let us not waste a moment’s pleasure.”

Jholeen casually removed her mi’nari from Donald’s penis. Giving the head a good squeeze before doing so. Aaros moaned and shuddered from the sensation. No sooner did she pull back her tail than Ja’jhanna pushed her bud through Donald’s open fly, pulling free his prick. Her mi’nari from one tail encapsulated Donald’s rod, while her other tail worked its way over to Jholeen who had already stripped and welcomed it inside her. Jholeen returned kind for kind. Both women moaned in elation. The sensations were exquisite.

Astrid and Carihn came over to the bed, half-naked, and began pleasuring one another in the same manner as Jholeen and Ja’jhanna. Then they began licking, kissing, and sucking every erogenous zone of Aaros that they could find and reach. The moans of the women were elated harmony to Donald’s ears.

Everybody was fucking somebody. It was a sexual smorgasbord. And sounds of heated bliss filled the room.

“Fuck me…!”

“Hunh—aaahh—Mmmmmm—Ohhh—Ohhnn—Aaahh… Goddess…yes…yes---Oooooh…YES…!”

“Hunmmmm—aaahh—mmmmnnh…aahhh—mmmmnnh—Oooooh—aahunh…”

“Oooohhnnnhh—ohhn—Oh I know you love this… I know I do…Oooooh…yessss…”

“I love it! Fuck me harder…!”

The orgy, the ecstasy, was exceptional.

And indeed Aaros felt like a captive. A captive to such pleasures so sublime that he thought he might just lose his mind.

Ja’jhanna paused briefly in her ministrations. The other women did not. Aaros felt like he had lips and tongues exploring every area of his body. The liasa withdrew her mi’nari just long enough to wrap her breasts around Donald’s throbbing and lubricated member. He moaned as she proceeded to titty-fuck him.

Ohhh—damn, I am going to die…

(Yeah, but what a way to go.)

Jholeen leaned forward and kissed Aaros forcibly on the mouth, almost frenetic were her actions. With unbridled passion her tongue entered him. Endorphins went off still again. While Ja’jhanna squeezed her tits and pumped Donald’s organ vigorously.

She performed this action for several minutes—longer, so it seemed. Squeezing her jewels tightly around Donald’s cock. Until he was on the verge of coming again. Then she stopped once more. This time it was only long enough to mount him Fluids of love spilled down his genitals.

Ja’jhanna began pumping Aaros rhythmically.

“Ohhh—fu—huh—huck…meeee…”

“Ooooohhh—my pleasure…”

Donald was embraced by euphoria, as if for the first time. It was elation so profound that it seemed he never knew as much, until today, until this very moment.

“Ooooohhh—Goddess…YES! Mmmmnnh—ahhh—hunhh—Unnnh—aaahh…!”

Ja’jhanna’s breasts pressed against Donald’s sternum and chest, as she kissed him—his neck, his eyes, his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. Donald was given a brief moment to squeeze her wondrous jewels before he climaxed. And Ja’jhanna cried into his mouth as she came and came again and again.

And then Carihn was atop him.

Moaning and gasping.

And the other women were to either side of him pleasuring each other and themselves.

Time seemed to slide sideways as wave after wave of euphoria hit him again and again.

And in a haze of pleasure, he saw and felt Astrid and Carihn sharing his dick, licking and sucking him off.

His mind wasn’t given the opportunity to differentiate who it was that made him come again.

And then Astrid was atop of him.

And he slipped deeper and deeper into a well of delirious delights.

And then Ja’jhanna and Jholeen were sharing his cock.

And he thought he heard himself screaming in his mind. While aloud he cried and moaned boisterously.

Unbridled pleasure…

Moments came in waves and flashes…

Each one melding into the other…until it became difficult just to know exactly where it was he began and ended.

Mi’nari, pussy, lips, mouths, fingers, and tongues…

And then Carihn made him climax.

And then Astrid was atop of him again.

Seventh Heaven opened her doors wide and embraced him…

Because of the slight confusion concerning new terms and the anatomy of the Li'majha, I have included the first installment of "Garden of Idin" The Never-Ending Fantasy. This is where it all began.

GARDEN OF IDIN

ABDUCTION

The bards would profess that it all began with a dream. But where the dream originated and who the Dreamer was is unresolved…And the consensus was completely lost to Donald Talbot as he pushed open the front door of the two-story cabin deep in the snow-covered hills known as Caribou—twenty miles west of Seward, Alaska.

The area wherein the cabin squatted could only be reached by snow-machines in the wintertime—or snow-mobiles as they were more commonly referred to by those living in the Lower-48, and by all-terrain-vehicles in the summertime.

the veracity of erudition was vaguely lost as well to Donald as he began fumbling to get the lantern lit outside the cabin. His mind was more preoccupied with the thought of big-breasted snow-bunnies with inviting hips, thighs, and nether regions, gracing the lens of his camera; furthermore his thoughts turned to the party that was likely to turn into an orgy before the night was through—after everyone got settled in for the night. God—this was going to be some fun!

And where was everyone else?

Probably about three miles down the path that would eventually lead them up to the cabin.

Donald was almost thirty years of age and, albeit dotingly, he wondered if he would ever grow up.

So, it was that showing-off wasn’t beneath him, and when he saw the opportunity to raise some snow in an open meadow, pointing out the fact that his Artic Tigre’ was in fact 100 CCs more powerful than the rest of the guys in the group, he punched the accelerator near 110 mph; leaving the group far behind in a flurry of cold white powder.

He could almost here the approving squeals of excitement from the delightful young ladies that were to be the models on this little weekend expedition, and his mind wandered the path of fantasy; Donald felt the warm and inviting lips of the large-breasted and curvaceous blond whose name was Melissa, press against his own; warm moist, chasing away the cold. Donald could see and feel in his mind’s eye, Melissa’s tongue lightly flick the head of his cock, and head down against the biting wind of winter, he carried the image with him as he raced to the cabin.

Now inside, with the shadows dancing before him, the illumination from the lantern revealed the placement of four beds. Donald searched for the kindling box, so that he might have a fire going when the others arrived. He knew that this act of kindness and consideration would not be lost on the girls, and it might even make Melissa a little wet.

Donald knew that selfless acts of kindness always made women wet.

(Is that so?) A small, still voice, chided inside Donald’s head. (Then how come in almost thirty years you’ve only been laid twice?)

“Shut up,” Donald said aloud. “I’m very particular who I fuck.”

(You mean dream about fucking…what? Is it the cup-size that’s been the problem? Not every woman can have a rack that you can see coming around the corner. Pussy is pussy!)

Silence for a moment, and then, (So what do you think?)

“What?”

(I said what do you think?)

“About what?”

(Not about “what”, about “who”.)

“Alright, “who” then?”

(Dude, you are thick. No wonder you don’t get laid. What the fuck do you think about Melissa?)

“What?”

(What do you think her cup-size is? 38 double-d?)

“Just shut up.”

(Prude. Hey, you’re not gonna’ blow your wad before you get her to moan are you? Not like you did with that last smokin’ fox? Babes sorta’ tend to frown on that kinda’ thing.)

“Could I help it? I was pent for fuck’s sake! Damn, I wish you would shut up.”

(Maybe if you whacked it a little more often than you do, you wouldn’t be so pent.)

“What are you going on about? I whack it.”

(Once a month maybe. Prudeboy)

“Drop dead.”

(After you…)

The sound of thunder shook the two-story cabin and Donald surmised that the rest of the band had arrived. The fire was going nicely in the hearth, crackling and giving off warmth, Donald tossed two logs into the flames before he got up and headed for the door. He expected to hear the voices of young men and women outside, speaking excitedly, the girls remarking on how pretty the cabin looked under the light of the moon. He anticipated someone-probably Jameson, stepping heavily onto the porch and pushing open the door before Donald could even reach it.

(And what is it about Jameson?)

“What?”

(Oh, I know. Not only is he good looking and got a bod to boot, but he’s also charming AND intelligent. His dick is probably bigger than yours too.)

“Sonofabitch, shut up!”

(Careful microscopic puny dick, they may hear you outside.)

To his surprise, when Donald pulled open the door, he discovered the area outside to be just as he had left it prior to entering the cabin.

“That’s strange, I could have sworn I heard….” Trailing off, Donald listened to the quiet crisp night air. Surely he should be able to hear the sound of snowmachines by now. Straining, Donald cocked his head and scrutinized the acute silence. Not even an echo or a hint that the crew was approaching. Maybe someone had engine trouble. After a couple of moments of weighing the possibility, Donald decided to retrieve his helmet and climb back onto his Tigre’.

A faint drone caught his attention before he could turn around and head back inside. Donald spied movement out of the corner of his eye, and something flashed briefly in the darkness of the surrounding woods. The towering form stepped out of the compilation of trees, it was, Donald deduced, about the size of a bear. He almost wet himself, and thoughts of running back inside the cabin-slamming the door shut, and getting the shotgun, hammered in admonition just beyond his skull. It was then that he remembered that the shotgun was still with his Tigre’. The giant moved forward in motions as fluid as they were animated, and Donald was all at once almost overtaken by a sensation of surrealism as he witnessed the reflection of the snow in stasis within the long, quadrilateral, dark, and solitary eye that was atop and below shoulders the color of mercury. ‘What in the hell is that?!”

The giant appeared mechanical, a nature perhaps suggesting armor, highly sophisticated, and alien.

“Oh shit, it’s an invasion!”

In a voice as mechanical as the mechanoid’s appearance the giant spoke. “Aaros Rantori, I have need…a need for…your seed.”

Donald promptly fell on his butt. Then in an outbreak of panic, the young man struggled frenetically to get back on his feet. He wasn’t exactly certain what it was that the mechanoid had said, but he was sure that he didn’t like the sound of it. Donald lost his footing, and slipped in the snow. Once. Twice. Don scrabbled up the wooden porch. He thought that the giant almost had him as he dived through the doorway of the cabin. He slammed the door shut immediately behind him. ‘Shit, there’s no lock!’ Experience in Alaska had taught those that periodically resided in the woods that there was no reason to put locks on your cabins, it just gave the bears one more thing to break during the warm months that were the summertime when the furry free-loaders busted into your cabin looking for food. Donald felt relatively screwed.

‘Wait. The fireplace.

(‘What are you going to do? Set the cabin on fire?)

Fuck, not now. I need to reach the poker. It could serve as a weapon.

‘(Oh, right. And while you’re at it you might try some harsh language as well.)

Have you got any better ideas?

‘(Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass-)

The door came open and fell to the side heavily as Don reached for the poker.

The giant wasn’t as large as it had first appeared, and even though its mechanical frame filled the doorway there was no need for it to duck its…(head?), as it stepped into the cabin. Still its presence suggested menace and foreboding, a formidable opponent without question. Donald held onto the poker in the same manner that he had seen many actors in movies do when left with no other choice.

“Aaros Rantori, I have need of your seed.”

What in the hell is it yammering about?

(Open up and say ahh, it’s anal-probe time.’)

Not if I have anything to say about it.

Suddenly the mechanoid lifted an appendage that resembled an arm.

There followed a brilliant flash of blue-green light.

The last thing that Donald remembered as he fell toward the darkness of swelling unconsciousness, was that his balls were tingling.

The wave that Donald’s naked back rested on was like satin, rolling in a manner that suggested that he was writhing in meditative subtle rippling respite, sensations faint and stimulating undulated up and down the length of the man’s body. It was almost as if he rested on something alive. He was too weak to care. Contrary to this sensation was the periodic contact of what felt like latex gloved hands securing his wrists and ankles in a material that was warm, moist, and unyielding. His eyes fluttered open momentarily and Donald caught a glimpse of those who tended to his ankles and wrists. They looked every bit like the alien mechanoid that had accosted him in the cabin, with the exception of size; they were slightly shorter. Donald found that he wasn’t surprised. Neither was he taken aback when they left the futuristic chamber that he resided in and allowed for the alien giant to enter. The door hissed closed.

‘(Time for your anal-probe.’)

Yeah?’ Donald mused abstractedly. And how is that gonna’ happen when I’m lying on my back, spread-eagle, with my wrists and ankles tied?

(Do you really want to know?)

NO.

The giant seem to regard the man silently for a moment before two appendages reached up and under and to either side of the black solitary eye. A noise similar to the door sliding closed ensued, followed by tiny jets of air escaping confinement. The eye wavered for a moment and then vanished, the countenance beyond made Donald forget all about Melissa.

Looking at the face before him Donald believed that it was quite possible that he would never look at another woman again without seeing her as anything but ordinary. This creature was indescribably breathtaking! Her features were as exotic as they suggested eroticism. Her skin was like moonlight reflecting a rainbow, her eyes were pools of scintillating and fiery emeralds, her lips were full and enticing, as blue as her hair was currently, however the curling tresses that fell past her shoulders changed colors like a mood-ring; from shades of blue to shades of purple…to shades of pink…to white…and then a flowing combination of all colors. Donald felt his breath catch in his throat. The alien woman smiled slightly then began removing the other pieces of her environment suit.

“Aaros Rantori, I have need of your seed.” The woman’s voice was a silken purr of sensuality.

(‘I guess now wouldn’t be the time to tell her that you’re not this Aros Ran-whatsa-whozitz.)

The sound of a zipper being pulled down provoked a slight stirring in Donald’s loins.

(‘Holy cripes! Look at the size of those tits!’)

Donald did so and his pulse quickened, even as he found it suddenly difficult to swallow.

(‘Those have got to be 38 double ‘d’ easily!’_

The female alien stepped free from her jumpsuit and stood naked before the widening eyes of the man on the undulating bed. Except for the obvious she looked every bit like a statuesque goddess of voluptuous proportions. The nipples of her firm, round, and voluminous breasts were slightly lighter in color than those of her lips, they stood erect, whispering alluringly, while stark white hair accentuated her path to paradise. Donald was all at once aroused.

‘(Now don’t go creaming on yourself man, if you have to, close your eyes, or look away.’)

That is inwardly Donald was aroused. While outwardly, amazingly-

(Ah, no. You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me! What is your fucking problem now?!)

I don’t know. I can’t help it. I guess it’s because she’s so…alien.

(‘No. NO. This isn’t happening. This is unacceptable. You can’t lie here naked on this heavenly bed with the most extraordinary creature in heat standing in front of you and tell me that you can’t get it up because she’s an alien!)

‘Well it’s true. She makes me…she makes…me…nervous.

And Donald shook in spite of himself.

‘(Oh, for cryin’ out loud. She is stimulating beyond belief and you’re acting like a…VIRGIN? This is not acceptable! Pull over. I’m driving.)

“I have searched the heaven’s for you Aaros.” The alien goddess said huskily. “I traversed the Sea of Time’s Reflections. Long and hard I sought you out.” Her eyes moved up and down the length of Donald’s body, and then stopped, a look of perplexity overshadowed her.

“Do you not find me pleasing to your eye?”

‘(Yes! Dammit, tell her! Tell her she is a goddess, a dreamer’s dream within a dream. Would you wake up your flaccid puny dick, can’t you see that she’s hungry for you?)

“I--that is,” Donald verbally fumbled. “We’re a little camera-shy at the moment.”

“Oh, I see.” The enchantress declared with a knowing smile. “You choose to…resist me. This I find to be very pleasurable. Let me show you…”

Something long, relatively thin, and serpentine in nature moved behind the goddess.

‘(What’s she got, a whip? I hope she beats you till you cry like a baby.)

‘That’s not a whip, that’s a…snake?

It was definitely serpentine in nature. The color of it was the color of the woman’s skin, it seemed to glisten with a life of its own as it trailed from behind her, snaking its way across the bed, moving with deliberation between Donald’s exposed legs. The end of it was not unlike a phallus, yet notwithstanding feminine characteristics as well, with two lips at the tip that folded over like embracing flower petals.

(‘I’ll be damned. That’s not a snake or a whip. That’s a tail! Why else would it be the color of her skin, and look where it’s protruding, just above her ass.)

A what?

The tail, sliding silently across the smooth scarlet sheets of the bed stopped less than in inch from Donald’s flaccid penis. The lips slowly opened like a blossoming rose, and then rising up for an instant, the tail folded over like a serpent getting ready to strike. A glossy fluid spilled slowly like teardrops from the folds of the petals, the sensation was like superb oil falling warmly on the man’s genitals. And even as Donald felt more than just a stirring in his manhood, the alien tail dipped down, and with parted lips, kissed the areas that glistened with fluid, slowly and deliberately spreading the wetness of the oil around like a fine lubrication. It was then that Donald grew rigid, his penis beginning to respond in a manner that suggested longing. The lips of the tail moved up and down the shaft of his growing member, and for a moment the small still voice in his head was silent. As the man let out a sigh of pleasure, the lips at the tip of the alien tail spread wide and engulfed the length of his rigid bone.

‘Good god! Donald felt a spasm move through his body, shaking endorphins free from his brain. What was happening to him he could only describe as a combination of oral-sex, a hand-job, and-

‘Fucking-a! What is she doing to me?

The tail moved up and down Donald’s shaft, rhythmically, sucking him off, pulsing as it encapsulated, milking him, and continuously producing that fluid that made everything all the more stimulating. The man felt him self growing towards an explosive climax.

Ah, God! She’s gonna’ make me come!

And then all at once the tail slipped free and Donald was left panting and sweating and so close to an orgasm that he thought he might die if denied a moment longer. Suddenly he wanted this woman, alien or not, she had managed to make is cock painfully rigid, almost eight inches in length! His balls tingled, and his diamond-hard prick shook with anticipation.

In a voice that was almost cruel in its teasing the alien said, “Ah, now I have your attention.” The slick and glistening tail of the goddess waved back and forth through the air, tears of oil fell liberally across Donald’s naked body, one tear landed just below his lower lip, and before the man realized what he was doing, his tongue flicked out and touched the body juice of the woman’s tail on his lip. It was ambrosia! It was succulent, with a laced taste that hinted of cinnamon and vanilla. Definitely alien. ‘But, oh my god. She is…fucking scrumptious!

As if sensing his thoughts, the goddess said, “Would you like to taste more of my-”

“Yes. Yes! Oh god, please yes.” Donald replied in adamant that slowly slipped into something that resembled pleading.

Oh god, please yes.

“Perhaps I should introduce myself first?”

“Yes, please. Tell me your name.” Donald panted

“I am Maritiseis, Empress of the planet Malrishi.”

‘Great, perfect. Now gives us your tail.

“Would you not like to know where you are?”

Donald’s body began to quiver uncontrollably. “Oh, yes. Please. Please tell me where I am if not heaven!”

And then for the love of God, give us your tail!

“You are in my bedchamber aboard my starship the Lilis, it’s the ship that I used to search for you.”

‘That’s absolutely fabulous! Now about the tail.

“And do you know why I’ve been looking for you?”

‘To let me suck on your tail?

“It is because you have the Rantorian fire coursing through your veins. It is your seed that I have need of, so as to sire the children that will rule the heavens.”

‘Sounds beautiful. You know if I wasn’t tied to this bed right now, I would fuck your brains out, and suck on that luscious tail until-

“When I sire the children I will no longer have an integral need for you. You will be given a world to rule in which you shall call Triseis and in time I may call upon you again.”

‘Wait. Hold the phone! What in the hell is she talking about?

“Until then you will be mine to do with as I see fit” The tip of alien’s tail brushed her lips, and, smiling wickedly, the goddess let her own tongue taste what the man was almost out of his mind with craving.

“It has taken me a long time to find you. I hope you don’t expect our copulation to pass before the rising of the sun. I know your body, the extent of your strength, I know when you are satiated, and when you are capable of giving more, the other L’majha will learn as well, as they will each come to know you as intimately as their Empress, for this will be my safeguard in that you will only desire the companionship of the female L’majha, from this day forward. I can feel the very moment that is the bridge between your ultimate pleasure, and the expulsion of your seed. I intend to give you, my consort, pleasure beyond your dreams. I will have you begging to expel your seed inside me.”

(‘Uh, dude. I think you are a dead man.’)

And then Maritiseis again wrapped her tail around Donald’s stiff and trembling rod. The man went rigid and then limp, and then rigid once more, feeling like he had been slipped an aphrodisiac. He was forced into heavy breathing that almost bordered on hyperventilating. His pulse had quickened considerably. And now he was moving in rhythm with the waves on the bed. He could swear that every nerve in his body was experiencing elation. Then he heard Maritiseis begin to moan, and Donald’s stimulation was increased extensively.

The pleasure was incomparable to anything that the young cameraman had experienced in his life. He felt tears coming to his eyes. Maritiseis moaning grew greater, and Donald knew for certain that he could not hold back the orgasm that threatened to take his head off in its wave of ecstasy. It was then that the tail came free again. Maritiseis allowed for the man to get his breathing back under control, before allowing her serpentine pleasure-maker to smother his cock a third time. And then she was kissing him, her lips pressing against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth, her capacious mounds brushing against his bare chest. The Empress of Malrishi forced Donald to breath into her mouth as her tail continued to fuck him. She kissed his neck, his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, and the cameraman thought he would explode. Maritiseis let him regain his composure, even as his body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Good god, Tisesis! You are making me insane!”

“With pleasure.” The Empress replied. Once more her tail went down on him. And at the same time Donald felt moistened warmth cover his face, smothering him. The scent of ambrosia and vanilla laced with cinnamon wafted up into his nose, the juice from Maritiseis’s femininity spilled down the man’s lips. It was obvious that the Empress was straddling Donald’s face, all the while her tail continued to pump away vigorously. As the man plunged his face into the warm aphrodisia proffered plentifully before him, Donald knew again that he couldn’t hold back his climax.

However Maritiseis was in complete control, and as she felt the man beneath her begin to buckle, her tail slipped free from his sopping penis. The tail caressed his legs and tickled his scrotum, before moving up to greedily whet itself on his nipples. Donald’s legs shook, the Empress remained where she was, delighting in the overeager frenzy of the cameraman’s tongue. And still again the tail engulfed the prick, and Donald felt himself slipping into delirium. He didn’t know the precise moment that Maritiseis had removed her loving snatch from his lips, or when the tail had appeared satiated, What he did know is that one moment of bliss slipping into the next and the Empress had her head between his legs, her mouth and lips and tongue, titillating his dick in a manner that her tongue wasn’t able. The wave soon came over Donald once again, threatening to overwhelm him in its embrace of stimulating harmony, he could feel himself on the verge of another orgasm, he was going to come in her mouth, shooting his seed down her throat. It was inevitable, unstoppable, and OH GOD, it felt sooooo fucking goooood!

Maritiseis brought her head up and said, “Do you like that baby, huh? Do you like that?”

“Oh, god yes! Please don’t stop! Fuckin’ untie me! I’ve got to fuck you!”

“Soon my love, soon.”

And with his eyes wide open Donald discovered how it was that the Empress was able to move about so gracefully, for without any means in which to support her that he could see, Maritiseis rose into the air, levitating, and spreading her legs just enough, she lightly come down on the man, her heavenly pussy embracing his cock, she mounted him.

The Empress rode her lover like the wild goddess that she was. Donald couldn’t help but scream in response to the only sensation that he could adequately describe as paradise’s rapture. The man thrashed against his bindings as he felt the inner muscles of Maritiseis squeeze and grip him. The Empress rose and lowered herself on Donald’s rigid cock, bouncing up and down, her tail kissed his balls, and-

Oh, my god! If she doesn’t let me come now, I swear that I’m gonna’ die of a fuckin’ heart attack!

The Empress let lose a cry of seventh heaven, even as Donald followed with a shout that defined cloud nine. Both man and woman fell into convulsions of ecstasy. Donald thought that his head was going to explode, and then the orgasm came, and he could feel his hot semen forced violently from him, the wave followed and pulled him from side to side, up and down, his pelvis thrusting deep inside the woman. Again and again the wave came, slamming into him, and with it each time that followed the climax was more extreme than the one before, until Donald thought that he would surely die.

The room slowly began to spin around the cameraman, and he felt himself suddenly numb with the feeling of sensual relaxation. He did know whether or not the Empress settled down next to him or not. The last thing Donald heard before surrendering himself to heavy dream-filled sleep, were the words: “I have your seed, Aaros Rantori. Now you are mine…”

THREE’S A TEASE

The sun did not rise blindingly bright and beautiful on that clear Saturday morning, sometime during the month of February, somewhere in the hills of Caribou, almost forty miles north of Sterling Alaska…? It would have been the perfect day for filming naked snow bunnies, especially the kind with charming smiles and oversize tits, the only clouds in the sky would have been cumulous, just perfect for background shots of svelte forms stretching their arms toward the heavens, hands behind their heads, standing like goddesses before the mountains. Donald Talbot would have found himself rigid in his loins and it wouldn't be from the cold of winter.

('He's gonna' be rigid anyway…')

No, there would be no February sunrise over the majestic mountains covered with ice and snow, and there would be no filming of big-busted bunnies, naked or otherwise, not on that morning, not for Donald Talbot, much to his surprise and shock.

If he'd had remembered having anything to drink the previous night he would have sworn that he was hung over, if not altogether shit-faced; he must have drank two- dozen grasshoppers and fuzzy navels at the very least-and what had his friend told him about mixing fruit drinks with cream drinks, and by all means don't mix the dope with the psychedelics, then you're truly sure to get fucked up, Donald was that; he could barely remember his own name, and he couldn't remember where he was, when he had gone to bed, or for that matter, who he had gone to bed with.

('Doncha' just wished you had your movie camera now?')

Don could have only hoped that he was waking up next to Melissa and that she had enjoyed the sex at least half as much as he did; anything more than that and he would have woken up dead; because the sex had been something that he at least 'could' remember; it was the perfect combination of role-playing slave-and-mistress that Donald could recall ever having participated in; who would have thought that one so attractive could have such an imagination; the girl-whoever she had been-had taken advantage of his over intoxicated state, and when he had 'lulled off', she had tied him down to the bed, only to awaken him joyfully with the best hummer of his entire life, this bitch had been fantastic!

Don started to think that if it wasn't Melissa that had fucked him six ways till Tuesday then he would still be remiss in his duties as the attempted chauvinist if he didn't at least try to get her phone number.

('Uh dude,') the sometimes obnoxious, sometimes still voice in Donald's head was trying to wake him up…and doing so by whispering… ('Before you go tryin' to get phone numbers, you really ought to take a look at this.')

'Look at what, the beautiful naked body of the-'

('Uh, dude. No, this is way serious. Look')

'Look? Look at what? Are you tryin' to screw up my wet-dream?'

('No, that would be 'your' job; I'm trying to tell you that it looks like we just stepped over the threshold of the Twilight Zone and closed the door behind us.')

Don Talbot began to survey his surroundings at the insistence of his own subconsciously perpetuated thoughts. He looked over--or that is-he 'tried' to look over and see who was sleeping next to him. His hands and feet still appeared to be tied. His attempt was awkward at best. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that his bindings were melded into the satin sheets. And then he saw the window and recalled that no one in his group had brought satin sheets along with them on their group's little outing. The shooting stars flying by the big bay window of the bedroom weren't helping him to clear his head either. And then Donald remembered that the two-story cabin didn't have any bay windows.

'What…?'

('Like I been tryin' to say dude, I don't think were in Kansas anymore.')

'God, that's corny.' Don chided himself. 'But I have to admit, it looks like we stepped in-whatever it is, 'big-time'.'

It was about the time that the room started to slowly illuminate itself that the young cameraman leaned over to see who it was that he slept with. The owner of the bed met him half way, and Donald thought that he just might faint.

The woman's eyes glowed fiery embers of emerald, while her skin was alabaster reflecting starlight.

('Good god she's beautiful! But what the hell is she doing here sleeping with you. And-holeeeee-wow! Would you look at the size of those…TITS!')

"Do not try to struggle my love," The woman said to Donald, her melodic voice sounding deeper in the morning. "My mi'nari work off of cyberimpulses, currently keyed to my own neurons."

Donald said nothing. He stared mouth agape at the most extraordinary creature evidently in all creation.

('This dame looks beautiful even in the morning. Soap-opera stars couldn't hold a torch to her. Wait, is it morning? Um, now I'm confused. Are we even hung-over?')
Donald was speechless.

His bindings seem to slide away from one another, even as the woman said to Donald, "I trust that you won't try to run away from me now, will you?" Without thinking twice about it, the statuesque woman stood up in the pale light of the room, naked as a Venus and indescribably gorgeous.

('A white bush! The woman has a pearly white bush! Oh, god I'm in love! That's it dude, its official; you took one too many shots and you are deader than the fuckin' proverbial doornail. Can you say…permanent vacation…?')

Donald, still unable to speak, also found it difficult to swallow. Although salivating in a profuse manner somehow seemed appropriate. His dick was poking him in the belly.

"Later my love." The woman said softly, soothingly, looking over his quivering member, she almost lightly grasped it and then seem to think better of it. Donald almost screamed.

('What? No kiss good morning?')

As if in answer, a beautiful tongue of about six inches shot from between her moist lips and pecked Donald on the mouth.

"There is so much that we have to do to get you ready before we reach Malrishi in two weeks. I'm afraid it's 'goodbye my love', until lunchtime."

And then she was gone, through another sliding door, even as still another door slid noiselessly open and allowed the entry of three half-naked women into the room.
Their skin wasn't the color of the beautiful babe that had just left; they were of ruddy complexion with scarlet eyes that glowed more darkly than their shiny manes of straight hair that fell in small rivers down there slender backs. Their figures were that of models, and their movement was that of dancers, and or athletes, fluid, swift, and somehow seductive. The food on the tray looked something akin to bacon and eggs and fruit, and yet literally had the overpowering scent of the Empress's sex. The women took up the utensils and attempted to feed Donald. He on the other hand, thinking little of it, snatched the implements away and began to feed himself. "No offense, ladies. But this is how we do things where I come from."

"As you wish, sire."

('Uh, dude. This is not normal. This is Twilight Zone, dude. Twilight ZONE!')

'Uh, yeah. And…?'

"By the way, what am I eating here?"

"Eggs, cacoin, and fruit." A woman with alluring lashes said softly. "Sire."

"It's delicious." Donald said admittedly. "By the way, how is it that I understand what you're saying? You ARE aliens aren't you?"

"Yes sire, we are…l'majha. And the reason you can... understand our patois as adequately as you do, is...because you were given an oeurosvirnacular, a… neurotranslator, that was integrated into your brain when you came aboard the Lilis."

('Well, isn't that just roses and cream…?')

"I see, and who might you three be?"

The l'majha gave their names: Mischiel, M'jarissa, and J'janella.

All with eyes and hair color the same they almost looked like beautiful triplets, a subtle nuance hither and yon made them distinguishable; mostly in mannerisms and attitudes; Mischiel seem to do the most speaking, and therefore came across to Donald as the director of the group, however J'janella who seem to speak the least did so with whisperings into Mischiel's ear, the director usually responded to her with laughter and a nod of the head while J'janella would smile a wicked grin and then wink first at M'jarissa, and then Donald himself. M'jarissa would roll her eyes most of the time like the older sister surrounded by the immature musings of her siblings. Periodically the three would pass kisses back and forth, smacking lips , tongue, and or n'ari, sharing secrets that they knew Don was dying to know.

('It looks like you're the punch-line. Again')

Sucking on the fruit that tasted like a pudding pop, the man from another world smiled and asked, "What's with all the secrecy?"

J'janella allowed her tail and n'ari to plant a moist kiss on his cheek before falling back on the bed and laughing. "If you knew that, Sire," she said with a giggle. It wouldn't be a secret, now would it?"

And again M'jarissa rolled her eyes. Later she would bring Don Talbot to climax before her companions.

Mischiel told the young man that they as primary servants of Maritiseis were responsible to seeing to absolutely every need of her consort, that included, and wasn't limited to-although unknown to Donald beforehand, sexual gratification. It would follow that before they would all find themselves in the same tub together, the consort of Maritiseis would meet with Aldoin, the current champion of the Malrishi.

Aldoin would not be joining them for a bathing.

The melted bone, brain-mater, and flesh, melded together splashed and slammed violently into the far wall of the training chamber, courtesy of a well-placed shot from a medium-size particle-beam hand-cannon, Don Talbot winced as he thought the spectacle looked not unlike a rotten pumpkin hitting a steel plate at thirty-plus miles-per-hour.

Mischiel, J'janella, and M'jarissa applauded; evidently the two hours that Don Talbot reciprocated with the champion of Malrishi were well spent. Furthermore, it was only before the women started clapping that the man from another world had felt terribly sorry for his actions.

When the l'majha threw their arms and tails around Don Talbot and began showering him with kisses, the young man felt the need to apologize for what took place in the training facility. As an automated drone came into the chamber to scrape the scattered remains of Aldoin off the wall and floor, Donald said, "It was an accident! Honestly!"

('Ding-dong the witch is dead…')

"So are most of life's greatest discoveries." Maritiseis said, as the door to the massive chamber slid shut behind her.

"My Empress." Don Talbot said in unison with the l'majha.

"Truly." Maritiseis replied simply. "I trust that my handmaidens have seen to your every need?"

"Not yet your highness." J'janella spoke up quickly for the group.

"Tiseis, my Empress, I just killed a man!" Donald said, bowled over with something resembling horror and regret."

"Possibly." The Empress replied. "It was quite exciting to be certain."

"But, but I…just killed a man, I blew his fucking head off with… this!" Don Talbot said, holding out the blaster in a manner that suggested that no one had heard him.

"Only if the revivication transinducer modifier cannot put him back together."

"What is this, fuckin' Humpty Dumpty!?"

"Fucking Humpty Dumpty?" Maritiseis replied with uncertainty. Then with a shake of her head, she turned to her handmaidens. "See to it that my consort is 'properly' bathed; he will be joining me for lunch on the terrace."

Without another word the Empress of Malrishi left the chamber, followed close behind by the automated drone.

When the four of them entered the large bathing room that looked more like an Olympic-size pool of watery steam Donald Talbot was at a loss. The women quickly shed their garments and walked into the balmy pool. Don found his head tilting sideways as he looked at them in wonder, marveling at their lack of immodesty, it was somehow very…enticing. And yet, still clothed in his training uniform, the man from another world was suddenly unable to put one foot in front of the other.

('Oh good god, not again. Repeat after me…."I am…not a…virgin"')

Still that didn't stop Donald from shaking once again in spite of himself.

(Of all the bipolar misfits that I had to get stuck with; if you don't stop trying to make coffee with that gearshift, I swear I'm gonna' punch you right squat in the balls.')

'But now there are... three of them.'

"Sirrreeee…" J'janella sang, boobs bouncing above the foam of the massive hot- tub. "You cannot get clean standing there in your uniform."

'There must be some other way'.

('Uh, no. There doesn't, there isn't. Now get in the pool and fuck all three of them.')

What about the…Empress?'

('Ah, gaaawwwwwd! I truly hate you.')

For a moment all activity within the pool seem to cease…

And then M'jarissa was swimming toward the edge. As the beautiful woman stepped up the stone steps and out of the steaming water, Don Talbot seem to lose what little nerve he may have had and turned his head away and down. This did not diminish his hearing or his peripheral vision that saw and heard the l'majha's feet step heavily onto the stone with a slapping that Donald was familiar with every time that he encountered a young woman walking soaking wet around a pool, nor did it extinguish the hard-on that was becoming quite evident in his pants. M'jarissa's ruddy bod was glistening with foam, and her tail seem to twitch behind her as she approached the young man. And then all at once her voice was in his ear saying softly, "Our ways are not your ways."

Donald nodded with an innocence that was sickening to his ego.

"That is good." M'jarissa said agreeably. "May you therefore never get used to them." She said huskily, surprising the man from Earth with a strong and passionate kiss on the mouth. Her hand found his cock, pressing up against his pants.

The l'majha stopped kissing him long enough to say, "May the nobility of Malrishi's champion only be exceeded by his ignorance of the l'majha." And as she kissed him further her fingers manipulated the zipper on his shirt, even as Donald discovered that one need not have their pants down, nor have their fly open to be fucked by a l'majha; the woman's tail directed her n'ari between the man's hips and waistband, driving itself down into Donald's pants, the blossoming flower encapsulated his throbbing erection. The strength of the tail alone kept the man from falling to his knees, then the n'ari began pumping like a lubricating piston, forcing Donald into throes of incontrovertible and delirious ecstasy.

And then his shoulders were covered in foaming heated water, as the man from another world found himself in the pool with the three l'majha, and their bathing administrations were only surpassed by their sexual appetites as they fell on him and took turns on him, and forced themselves upon him in ways he couldn't begin to describe or imagine; a moment could not slip into another without a n'ari pressing against his lips, provoking him to suck the bud frantically.

J'janella was suddenly above him; glowing eyes of crimson following his every move. "Beg me to fuck you." The l'majha demanded in a voice laced with domination. The n'ari of M'jarissa was quickly bringing Donald's cock to a climax, he cried as Mischiel's own n'ari sucked on his nipples, and with a six inch tongue J'janella licked his face, neck, lips. "Beg me to fuck you, Sire."

And then Don's penis exploded in a fiery load that was embraced by the petals of M'jarissa's n'ari. And before his tremors of ejaculation were spent, Mischiel was replacing the loving petals that withdrew from around the man's dick with her own.

And again Donald heard J'janella whisper, "Beg me to fuck you, Sire." Even as he saw through lidded eyes the l'majha turn to kiss the sweetness from M'jarissa's n'ari.

While Mischiel fucked and sucked the man from another world, M'jarissa began to softly and slowly knead J'janella's protruding breasts.

"Oh, oh yes!" Don thought he heard himself say, or maybe it was the l'majha.

The view was staggering for Don Talbot, and his breath sucked in sharply as Mischiel's n'ari squeezed his cock, a release of fluids into his bloodstream forced endorphins to blaze like shooting stars, bringing his manhood to stand at attention once again. Donald's eyes flew open in disbelief. J'janella was plainly allowing him to see the full length of her tongue going down on M'jarissa's swaying flower. And then Mischiel jumped as the man from Earth would come to realize that fucking a cunt was something that the n'ari on most planets, was as a rule and on the whole, largely known and craved for.

Even soaked in water and foam like it was, Donald was able to see M'jarissa's bud of her tail glistening with juices. The l'majha moaned and bit her lip. J'janella knew that she was going to come. She looked over at the man from another world and winked, 'Watch this…" she said full of lust. M'jarissa's tail twitched almost to the point of frenzy, as she felt her orgasm approaching quickly, her breath now falling into short and jerking gasps as J'janella smiled and went down on her a final time. The l'majha's orgasmic cries echoed off the walls of the bathing chamber. J'janella had brought both Mischiel and M'jarissa to a climax simultaneously, this activity alone almost made Donald come a second time. But there was a little more of him to go around and J'janella knew this. The l'majha stopped, turned, and leered at the consort of Maritiseis. Her n'ari was on the man's cock before it had time to go flaccid, almost pulling on it painfully as J'janella swam toward him.

('Lady, take it easy!')

"Beg for me to fuck you, Sire. Or I will not stop."

Her petals wrapped tightly around Donald's head and shaft, the l'majha's n'ari began pumping feverously. The man from Earth seemed to lose all control and fell back into the waiting arms of the other women. Mischiel and M'jarissa began to nibble on his shoulders.

J'janella pushed her ample bosom up to the Donald's chin.

('If this is foreplay, dudeman. You are dead.')

The consort of Maritiseis fastened his mouth upon the left nipple of J'janella's breast, sucking it deep, relishing the firm and yet yielding texture of the l'majha's tit.

His hands seem to move of their own volition as they slid across the watery foam covering the woman's boobs, wildly exploring every capacious inch of them, feeling their weight and girth, milking the nipple like one starving and craving lust. And then J'janella pushed herself away from him. She said to the l'majha behind Donald, "Handmaidens of Maritiseis, it is time to drain the bath, and let loose the mi'nari."

The other two l'majha scrambled to comply leaving the pool quickly.

And then J'janella's n'ari returned to the matter at hand.

The suction on his prick and around him as the pool quickly drained almost made the man from another world climax. But the l'majha would not yet have it. And again J'janella pushed herself away from Donald, taking her tail with her.

('Dick-tease!')

Something with the nature of fine oil and satin could be felt moving around the ankles of Don Talbot, and something inside his head almost recognized it immediately for what it was.

('Did she mention…mi'nari?')

The water was at waist-level when the man from Earth felt the oily satin texture wrap slickly around his legs, J'janella smiled wickedly. Like an l'majha with all the time at her disposal, the woman began fingering the nipple that Donald had so recently sucked, even as the other l'majha returned to the center of the bath. They each grabbed an arm from the man and pinned them to his sides and back, they were incredibly strong for looking so…frail. J'janella put her hands on her hips and slowly spread her legs as the final vestiges of foam and water drained from the pool.

"That is a really nice cock that you have there, Sire." The l'majha told the consort of Maritiseis

('She's lying to you dude, don't believe it for a minute.')

"Why don't you show your handmaiden what you can do with it? Since you wouldn't fuck me, why not…fuck yourself; I want you to play with your cock, Sire. Do it. Now!"

('Uh, dude. I think you better do as she says; I don't think they're the handmaidens of the Empress for nothing; she's liable to knock the shit out of you if you don't make her happy, and like right now. I told you that you should have fucked all three of them when you had the chance.')

Slowly, with nervousness showing all over again, Don Talbot began to stroke himself. The mi'nari had turned him into a statue from the lower calves, down to his ankles.

"Play with your balls at the same time." J'janella demanded.

"But I don't-"

('Don't argue with her man, just do it; that isn't sweetness and nice in her eyes anymore.')

"But what about the Empress?" Donald heard himself trying to say in his defense, on his behalf, having no real desire to beat-off in front of three women.

('Um, a little late for that, dude; make that FOUR women…)

'Wha…?'

"Why don't you ask your Empress yourself, my love."? Maritiseis suggested as she stepped into the bathing chamber now turned into a soft medium-sized pool of mi'nari. And there was no telling whose cyberimpulses it was affixed to. Maybe all of them.

("Well, there you have it, dudeman. You are officially caught with your pants down; what are you gonna' tell the Empress? "Uh they made me get naked for a bath, and as you can see here, they forced themselves upon me with the…uhmm… 'release of the mi'nari' and-"')

"When I am not around," Maritiseis said, "My handmaidens have charge over you. If there is something you want, they will not hesitate to see that it is given to you. On the other hand, as they are l'majha, and you are my consort, you will be subject to all the discretionary desires of them."

'Discretionary!?'

A vision of Aldoin losing his head to Donald's hand cannon flashed briefly in the mind of the man from Earth.

"Your Empress would like to see her consort play with his balls as well."

('Hah! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

Seeing that he had little choice, Don Talbot began to play with himself, making certain that all could see him playing with his balls as he did so.

After awhile J'janella said, "That is enough! Now, lie down on the mi'nari."

The substance surrounding Donald's legs released itself long enough for him to lie down comfortably on it. He started playing with his balls again, then thought better of it. J'janella walked over and stood over the man, facing his feet, her tail was raised above her head. The l'majha gave him the perfect few of her amazingly trimmed scarlet pussy, and then she squatted down and sat on his face.

('Now you know what a woman's bicycle seat feels like.')

Her tail came around and reclaimed its place on Donald's stiff prick. And the man from Earth couldn't stop himself, as J'janella began to fuck him with her n'ari; he began to lick her delectable pussy. As she fucked and he sucked, the mi'nari wrapped itself around his wrists and ankles.

('Wheee! Here we go again.')

Donald thought that he might suffocate, before J'janella repositioned herself; following the moans screaming of elation from the other women, the l'majha grabbed the man's cock and guided it between her pussy lips before jerking back sharply so that it traveled all the way up inside her.

"Fuck meee--ahhh!" Donald belted out as he felt himself thrusting up inside the l'majha's pussy.

"Fuck my cunt!" J'janella demanded, and Donald needed no further instruction. As he fucked her, his balls slammed and slapped against the l'majha's round, firm, ass.
"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

And Donald pushed and pulled with his hips, banging the l'majha until he exploded in a repeated convulsion of orgasms, coming again, and again, and again.

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